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We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita; of life and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘Joy,’ for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘Aqua’ to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things: light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of Love, and my white flesh would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would become purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his light shined with. 

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. Power, greed, pride, deception, and corruption. New ideas to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curves were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal parts. 

“Greed?” I hissed at her. 

“Corruption?” Joy scoffed back. 

“Power.” Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose. 

“Why, Joy?” Vita asked our daughter. 

“I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a great empire, and unite all of humanity.” Joy answered smoothly, “And you, Father?” 

“I too wish to unite the world, but through force of conquest.” Vita answered, then turned to me, “And you, Petra?” 

“I desire as you do, Vita, and you, Joy.” I answered, “I wish for the world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society’s eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket.” 

“Mother!” Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure, for power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was detestable, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins; we liked them immensely. 

“Progress needs correction, or it will run astray.” Vita said, “If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we know if it is right?” 

“She betrayed us!” Joy narrowed her eyes at me. 

“She thinks we betrayed mankind long ago.” Vita was still chuckling, apparently quite amused. Joy was not.  

“They were happier when the world was simple.” I tried to explain to her. 

“Monkeys are happy to shit in their hands.” Joy scoffed. 

“If it is their nature.” I retorted, incensed by her insolence. 

“Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.  

“What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.” 

“As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. I think it was at that moment, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra’s… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded. 

“Mother?” She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of power. 

“Why?!” Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed. 

“Mother, what are you-” but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me. 

“You have much to learn.” I smiled against her parted lips. 

“Teach me, Mother.” She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire, “Teach me everything!” She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh. 

“Take her, Vita.” I called over my daughter’s shoulder as I gripped her cheeks and spread them, “She is yours.”

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm. 

“Mother, no!” She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her back. 

“Father, please don’t!” Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter’s pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt. 

Joy’s scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita’s girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter’s pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent flesh of her golden backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact. 

“Shh, baby, shhh.” I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers, “It will feel so good, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl.”

“Stop!” she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.  

“If you will not have him, then I will take him from you.” I whispered on her lips, “He belongs to me, after all, not you.” My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every inch he pushed inside, “Your father was so gracious to offer his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,” my words were moans, “I will keep him all to myself.” 

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my daughter’s face after I’d tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father’s cock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself. 

“Mine!” She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she’s taken more into her mouth than her throat can swallow, Joy’s expression slackened in horror.  

“That’s it, you gluttonous slut.” I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard. “You’re not satisfied with just a little.” I whispered, my tongue finding her lips, “You need to have every…” she gritted her teeth, “…last…” her head flew back, “…inch.” I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she’d taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile. 

“It’s so good!” She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl, “Oh, it’s absolutely decadent!” And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her father’s invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she’d taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets. 

“Oh, please Daddy!” She cried, affecting the voice of a child, “Give me more. Give me MORE!” The affectation had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father’s power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy’s golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita’s shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter’s screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. Oh, I would taste it from the source.

“Vita.” I spoke with a drawl that I hadn’t before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

“You cannot conquer her more from this expedition.” I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths, “There are other campaigns to pursue.” 

“Fuck you, you old bitch!” Joy snapped, “He doesn’t want you anymore! He belongs to me now!” 

“You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband’s weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint, “I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear.” 

The look of shock that came over Joy’s face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter’s lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy’s entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy. 

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted. “Watch me, Mom!” She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she’d emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other’s flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy. 

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me. “Watch me, Mom.” She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father’s shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she’d been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within. 

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little whore daughter!” And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and flailing hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent circular path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter’s anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious mixture of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruin of Joy’s rosebud anus; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the same, falling into the crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other’s eyes, a mixture of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter’s weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her father’s arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption.

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I was enjoying my life even before turning eighteen, but a few months back when I turned 18, I got some more rights and freedom to do whatever I wanted. Dad always had these rules of no parties, nights out, and boyfriends before turning eighteen but I never followed them. I also never let my dad know about the things I was doing behind his back. I used to sneak out of my house and spend nights with my friends (which spurred my first few lesbian experiences). I lost my virginity when I was...

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Bukkake

Recently I have been meeting guys on line and arranging meets. Theres nothing better than being fucked in the ass and tasting another guys cum. I have had a fantasy for a while to be wanked over by lots of guys. I love the idea of having sticky cum sprayed all over my face and naked body. I have been fucking a few guys who were up for this. I managed to arrange 5 guys to meet with me to fulfill my sick fantasy. We all agreed to meet at Rich's house. As I walked up to the front door I felt...

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Bernies Back Room 4 Yvonne

For no particular reason, not one that I consciously admit anyway, I've always thought that the name Yvonne was erotic. It conjured up thoughts of a femme fatale, a siren calling ancient seafarers to her rocky shores, a temptress flitting behind a sheer veil. Then the Yvonne of my masturbatory dreams walked into the used bookstore that serves as my cunt web. Not that I ever managed to get enough use of that back room with the bed; most of the time, I had to flog Peter The Great something...

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Camilla Ch 091

On the third day of Camilla’s ongoing ordeal at the Montreal aquarium, the spirits of some of her former young adult male followers, and the spirit of a former prof, were gang-banging her. Her naked body, held up by the mental powers of the masked men, still hovered over the surface of the water of a tank, while none of her mesmerized voyeuristic watchers had left the scene. To those who knew she was 37 years old, that she looked no older than 25 was almost as much of a shock as what they all...

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DeceptionsChapter 1

I'm usually not a nosy person. Really, I swear. Although I only turned eighteen last week I am starting college now, and I think I've already developed a pretty mature attitude about not judging people. I bet it comes from my theater background. My parents met while working together on a play. I've been around actors my whole life, so that's probably where I got my laid-back attitude. What people do in private is their own business, right? So why was I sneaking out in the middle of the...

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Lewd Beach

It was my first time visiting a nude beach.  Yeah, I know, I know ...  this shouldn't be the start of a sex story.  Nudity is natural, and not necessarily sexual.  I shouldn't be getting horny seeing all those naked bodies.But tell that to my lizard brain.  Deep down, I was getting excited, even with the near total lack of women in the crowd.Also, tell that to the other guys there.  As I walked through a more crowded, very all-male section of beach, I noticed pairs of men coming and going from...

Outdoor
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A Drabble The Devil Make Hair

A few weeks ago, there was exchange which appeared on the Hyperboard which resulted in someone making the suggestion that a rather well known story reviewer try her hand at writing a drabble. Having never attempted one myself, my interest was piqued. The next day I had five. What follows is one of them. The Devil Make Hair A Drabble by Deane Christopher "Jennie!" Tony demanded. "Why in the world did you just turn me into a Playboy Bunny? And, why do you have a tail, and horns? And,...

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volve

I encourage anyone and everyone to submit chapters, I will be moderating and check the Guidelines, please. Text in Italics are Thought After getting ready to head out for college you go down to the kitchen for a slice of cold pizza, "What the fuck, Chad you asshole, you ate my food again!" You yell at the top of your lungs. "John if you didn't want it to be eaten, you should have wrote your name on it!" He shouts back. "What a colossal twat" you say under your breath. I wish I could afford to...

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Night Out0

by LouisHoney This story is for adults only. If you are not eighteen years old, EXIT NOW! She was exhausted from cumming, over and over for the last half hour. Just as she would subside from a magnificent orgasm, he would switch to another erogenous zone on her body and she would zoom up to her peak again. Over and over, until she felt like she would smother for lack of breath. Thrills beyond imagination racked across the different parts of her body as she climaxed yet again as he...

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Gay Bar Seduction

I was in town sheperding a construction job as an engineer and had found the local gay bar. As I walked in, dressed in open necked shirt and sports jacket and slightly tight pants (just in case I got lucky!), I went straight to the bar and ordered a glass of beer. All over the country these places were pretty much the same I thought as I looked around. And here they all were, the trannys, some quite pretty, some grotesque in their attempt at femininity. The San Francisco fags I called them...

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EMailMotherLove

I being the typical teenage male, all I ever thought about and all I ever wanted was SEX. All though the object of my infatuation at the moment to achieve my goal of having sex as much as possible was my wonderful big titty, big ass lovely mother. Every time I masturbated all I could think of was fucking my mom. I loved her like any son does, but I was also in love with her. I was slowly getting obsessed with wanting to fuck her. I started taking her dirty panties and absorbing the wonderful...

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Mr Rogers ResearchChapter 64

I awoke the next morning feeling pretty good. I guessed it was because I had something to do. It would be waiting for me after my walk through the neighborhood. So after pills wash down with a couple of ounces of chocolate milk, Mikah and I took off for our walk. Every thing was fine till we got back to the car wash. Just before I stepped on to the parking lot Mikah growled quietly, then I noticed her hair was standing up around her neck. I reached into my pocket and removed the .22mag and I...

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My GF got a Strapon Pegged

It all began when Cindy stuck her finger up my ass. She was running her tongue lightly up and down the shaft of my cock, but paused for an instant to gauge my reaction. I moaned slightly, appreciatively. It felt good. She smiled and began slowly moving her finger in and out.We were naked on her bed in her apartment on a Saturday morning, the sunlight streaming in through her bedroom windows. At first, I wasn't fully awake, although Cindy did a fine job of waking me up. She had started nibbling...

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My Descent

Nearly two months had passed since my d**g and sex binge and not much had changed, beside the fact that my husband and two c***dren, that still lived at home, were seeing very little of me. I had been doing more d**gs, unbeknownst to my husband, and I had definitely been fucking more men. As my d**g use increased, my sexual addiction increased and my needs and desires pushed me to limits that I hadn’t reached since I was younger and on d**gs. I had succumbed to Shawn’s request and began...

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FlashedMind The Gap

Amy and I met friends for an Indian meal last Saturday. It was our first night out since we got back from honeymoon and we took the Underground so we could enjoy a drink. Amy does love a fruity Pinot Gris. By the time the food arrived, Amy had polished off half a bottle and was getting quite as fruity as the wine. She rubbed my bulging cock through my jeans and wasn't subtle about it, either. Bob and Jenny must have guessed what she was up to. We caught the 23:27 home—a deserted, rickety...

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Sperm Donation 4

The next day Jack received another call from the clinic. Would he be able to come in for another donation? He told them he would stop by the clinic after work. After work he again found the non-descript building in the industrial park. He went in the front door and was again told to wait. He sat down in the waiting area and grabbed a magazine. He spent the next few minutes idly leafing through magazines while he waited. After a few minutes of waiting Jack saw Karen come out of one of the doors...

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Caught by twin sis

(i did not write this)I guess I didn't hear the door open. I was too busy. Too busy jerking off to a porn movie on pay per view. The next thing I did hear was my twin sister, Lacy gasping."My god, Larry. What in the world are you doing?"Her timing was lousy. Or maybe it wasn't. Depends on how you look at the situation. I had reached the point of no return. My cock had begun spouting a gigantic load of cum. I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. The first load hit me square between the...

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My boy Olly

Introduction: This is my first story. I think its quite long but please bare with me, i plan on continuing in a few more storys and developing! Please leave a post and let me know. Remeber, more to CUM! My name is Charlie. Since the age of 13, I have been helping out in my local boys youth group. Im now 17 and have made loads of friends, both young and old, in particular one boy called Olly. Olly, who was 11 going on 12. Was pretty special to me. I really did care for him and out of all the...

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The little pill that changed the world

Sophie woke up in a daze, her headache from the previous night had gone away, and she actually felt kind of good. She shifted positions in bed and immediately noticed a wet, sticky substance right in between her legs. She pulled the sheets down, and immediately noticed the source of the mystery goo. A giant cock. Right between her thighs, reaching all the way down past her knees, and accompanied by a pair of testes about the size of tennis balls. It was slightly flared at the tip, like a...

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ALL 18 STRAIGHT ANDOR BI CURIOUS MEN MUST READ THIS

ALL 18+ STRAIGHT AND/OR BI- CURIOUS MEN MUST READ THIS! Set some time aside and read this story! It will give you all the answers you've been searching for! Warning: Do not read this if you are under 18. Before you read on you MUST follow these directions. Yes they are bizarre but don't worry it's for your own good. Make sure you have privacy. Obtain a pair of female stockings (preferably white or black and the thicker the better.) Don't worry your not going to put them on, but...

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Arabian Night

There are some friendships that go on for years and go nowhere beyond the point of "Best friends". That's how I thought my friendship with Joey was going. Joey and I met in the fourth grade, we were always best friends, we crazy experiences. We entered high school and tried in every way to end up in the same classes. We both desired careers in the Medical Department, so we ended up in the same classes a lot and it was great. We grew up together and adapted to each other's personalities. Joey...

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Whatever Your Heart DesiresChapter 3

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, Danielle and I had talked long into the night. I was flush with excitement at the prospect of this exciting new change in our lifestyle. Our lovemaking had become the most intensely gratifying of our entire relationship — for both of us, at last — and I could only foresee it getting better. Danni seemed more ambivalent. I was concerned about it, fearing she was already having second thoughts about committing herself to this radical change. I approached the...

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UK Indian Police Woman

When I was at high school there used to be this Indian girl in my year we was in the same lessons sometimes, we never talked and stuff we just knew of each other.. anyway its been about 8 years since I left school, About a year ago one they when I was out with my mates we was drunk and loud and was walking through town and a police car was parked up at the side of the road as we was walking past I tapped on the bonit hard and 2 police officers got out a white male officer and an asian woman...

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Booking a private massage with Kyla

Once home on Monday after dropping my daughter off at crèche, I decided while having breakfast that I was going to message Kyla and see if she was able to give me a massage on Wednesday. She replied back asking what massage I would like and the time length as she does have two bookings already. And if i would be coming to her or her to my home. But can definitely fit me in.I replied saying that I would like an unrushed 90 min full body and head massage and would like it if she could come to me....

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Looking Back Through Old Photos

Looking Back Through Old Photos Copyright 2013 TG Stone Looking back through old photos. We’ve all done it – you’re searching in the attic for something, or clearing out a wardrobe when you’re moving - and you find a box. Sometimes it’s marked PERSONAL! in big letters. For some it’s a mystery as to the contents, you don’t really remember what’s in it, you haven’t looked inside it for years. Of course, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you have to open up the box, and then spend the...

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Year OneChapter 8

Tuesday, February 15th At lunchtime I managed to head down to the phone box. Cue a dose of extreme paranoia every step of the way. I guess it was understandable when I spotted a couple of MCF officers on the other side of the street but in all honesty there were more interested in the guy they had stopped and spread-eagled against a wall for a search than they were in me. I just put my head down and carried on. What was harder to explain was the nervousness I felt passing any woman. I got...

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The Bag

This is a true story, or as true as I remember it. I’ve changed some of the names, for obvious reasons. My name isn’t Jenny, my boss isn’t named Cynthia, and the club in question isn’t called Club Sans Limites, but the club does exist in downtown Montreal under a different name. I’ve also omitted some details like what industry I work in and where what city I live in. It’s not like I’m famous or anything, but it’s a small industry and those who work in it could probably identify “Cynthia” and...

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I Just Love Brotherly LoveChapter 2

So, when I get home, I run up to my brother's room and he's laying on his bed with his pants open rubbing himself. "Oh, I've been waiting. I'm glad you're home." "Well, I'll be glad to take care of that for you if you'll let me change first. Be right back" I run down the hall, shed my school clothes and run back to Jordan's room and jump on his bed. He's also naked and ready as we kiss and feel each other. "Oh, I've wanted this all day," I say as I get up over him and take...

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Sexy Secret Love 8211 Part I Our First Touch

I am:- an Indian boy, a student of a prestigious course,age:-22 years,height:- 5’10”,weight:- 75 kilograms,built:- athletic,complexion:- fair. I have always been a very shy boy,specially through out my school period . Due to that fact, I had been always the target of some notorious classmates who believed strongly that they were “Studs”. How silly,even today I can’t control my laughter when I think about reason why I took them so seriously? But on the other hand I was very free minded person,a...

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IM Fun

At one time I was a member of AFF looking for a friend with benefits. I had emailed back and forth with Dana, and we teased one another and moved to IM chat to get acquainted. One weekday morning, I logged in the check mail and found that she wanted early morning IM chat.After hellos, her message read "I'm horny and need to fuck!" I responded with, "I'm ready for a good fuck myself.""I need fucked in the ass" was her reply."When?" I asked her."NOW"Within 20-minutes, there was a knock at my...

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The Dead Kid Returns Part 6 Talking in your sleep

The Dead Kid Returns; Chapter 6: Talking in your sleep For the next week, things slipped back into their former routine. Every day, they would find a quiet spot, and read beside each other. The new kid never mentioned the kiss, and Beth was too happy to have her friend back to push the issue. When Beth finished the book the new kid had given her, the new kid gave her another, and the days slipped by quietly. Beth was no closer to figuring out how to get the girl inside the new kid...

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Xavita

It’s not everyday you see a tanned Amazonian woman giving head to a lanky teen behind a large boulder at the beach. The semi drunk couple staggered over to their usual spot and found it heavily preoccupied. The woman was really determined to make his pipe burst into a wild frenzy. It didn’t take very long as he gazzed inside her mouth in the form of a thin white stream. Pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure was plastered all over his young man’s face. Gradually, the well built female stood over...

Romance
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Emma Chapter 5

Emma just watched a man pay her master for the privilege of using her body for his own gratification. She also learned that she will be attending a BDSM group party soon and be passed around like a cheap party favor. We catch up with Emma in this chapter a week later just before it is time to leave for the party. Preparations Emma has earned hot showers after servicing her master well, and a few guests throughout the week. She is very thankful for this, as she lets the hot steaming water...

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Illegal Orgasm Part 6 Enchanted Lissy

Even with a butt plug in her ass Mumtaz was like a spider in court, trapping the counter-arguments of her opposition in the spider web of her wit and skills. The first hearing was a success, but there was more to come. Alex was more than happy. He was enchanted. “Knew it! You can’t take failure as an option,” he said to Mumtaz. “Come home tomorrow night, let’s party,” Alex said with a firm handshake. Mumtaz didn’t have time to waste here. The plug was making her uncomfortable. This was her...

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A Mean Appletini

Colton stopped his car at the farthest spot from the club. It was the middle of the day and the lot was nearly empty. Still, he needed some privacy and didn't dare to park closer. Picking up an old-school map, Colton O'Hara checked once more the many colored dots on it. All unexplained disappearances of persons. Presumed victims of a fashion witch. To his co-workers, the pattern was too random to draw conclusions. But Colton had a hunch. Smack in the middle of the area sat one of the...

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Girlfriend Helps Me

Hopefully you have started at the beginning story as this is a continuation of my sexual maturation.Now that i had experienced real sex, I was hornier than ever. Being quite y0ung still, my girlfriend and I were limited in what we did sexually. She was a real cutie, skinny, red head, smelled wonderful every time I was with her. She was a dream girlfriend in every way except sexually. When we first dated it didn't matter as I was just as naive. But thanks to my c0usin, and a good friend, I now...

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Fulfilling A Girls Male Fantasy Part 1

"Now Jack," she said, kneeling at my feet and rummaging in the bag, "This is a fantasy I've had for a long time, so please let me do this. I'm going to shave you, so keep very still." She pulled out a razor and some shaving cream. Applying it to my left leg she quickly began shaving it with smooth, confident strokes. In no time my left leg was bare up to the hip, tingling, and she started on the right leg. That done, she turned me around to do my arse. I was quite enjoying all this,...

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Bad dog

Jan is highly sexed and wears me out most nights. She likes it any way I can give it to her, and we try everything we see or hear about. I can hold out a long time until I'm ready to cum, and that works out well for Jan. I've cum in every opening she has including her ears (she wanted to hear me cum). She masturbates several times a week with and without me present and once in a while fucks me in the ass with a double ended strap on. She is flexible enough to fuck my ass and suck my cock at...

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Arlene and JeffChapter 367

The Prison Planet Morales, sitting with his back to the bole of the giant tree, slept fitfully, awakening to every unusual sound or the loud rustle of the wind in the leaves. Around midnight, a grunt startled him to full wakefulness, but a quiet squeal told him what was below him. Leaning over, he looked down to see dark shapes on the ground, and a moment later, one of the hogs moved into an area lit by the moonlight, allowing him a better view of the animal. What the hell are they doing...

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Unexpected Pleasures

For one as unaccustomed to partying as myself, the wild and energetic lifestyle can wear heavily over time. Francie and I had been partying long, strong and hard for the post few months and it was starting to lose its appeal. Not to mention the fact that it was starting to get expensive. So we decided to take things easy for one weekend. Getting together with a group of friends we decided to go watch a movie. Nothing too exciting, compared to our usual routine, but it was a refreshing and...

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Wolf WorldChapter 2 Escape

Phil sat stiffly on the edge of the narrow bunk, staring blankly at the wall of his improvised cell. It was as though he hoped that the answers needed were printed there for him to read, if only he tried hard enough. Phil knew better, knew that the wall was only painted metal, but its uneven surface didn't even register. It was only a blank screen for him to focus on, reviewing scenes from his recent past. This case had been screwed up from its very beginning, he mused. He wasn't surprised...

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Firefighter Boyfriend

It had been raining all night and the sweet smell of spring and new life is wafting into my bedroom through the cracked open pane as I lazily open my eyes. I breathe in deep . . . the smell is invigorating. God, it feels so good to wake up on a morning like this. The pattering of raindrops on the roof of my little townhouse had me sleeping like a baby all night. It’s still sprinkling a little bit, but I am glad for that. The feeling of a rainy day just arouses my senses, it makes me feel...

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From Teen Bride to Hot Wife Part 10 Zen Caroline and the Art Of Gang Bangs

 Where the fuck is this Jerry bloke! The lady on the phone at the cab office told Caroline he would only be ten minutes; it's getting on for twenty now.She's getting cold standing here outside the red telephone box from where she made the call. The autumn morning air seeps beneath her long coat and chills her flesh. For all the warmth the skimpy satin nightie she wears beneath it provides, she may as well be naked under there. She has fastened all the buttons, the top one tight against her...

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Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

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