Art in the Back Seat My Very First Handjob
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Author's note: Customize variables and start game mode for the full experience: Challenges, items, and choices to unlock new branches. Can you impregnate your daughter and her 3 friends? Work still in progress, currently 2 girls available - more to come. All girls depicted are over the age of 18. My first story so please leave feedback and ideas in the forum:
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It was a late night at the office again, but you've grown familiar with this routine by now. Grab the mail as you pull into the driveway, start microwaving a frozen tray of brown, dark brown and yellow calories, and pour yourself a stiff drink before searching in vain for anything recorded on TV. Friday night for a single man, you'll drink to that.
There wasn't much point in leaving work on time anyways you told yourself, why rush home to this? It's been the routine since your daughter Kylie left for school, studying painting at Boston Institute of Arts.
The house seemed so immensely empty and silent since she left. What's most strange is that you really miss the things that used to annoy you most about her. Like how she would pace and walk around through the halls when talking on her cell. The second-floor hallway looked over the living room and though you can now watch TV in peace, you miss hearing her in surround sound. Or even hearing the same damn chords played in repetition, over and over as she just started learning guitar. A poor but sweet rendition of the same Radiohead song she loved, over and over again.
But for sure one of the things you missed most was her passion for cooking.. walking through the front door and being greeted by a cheerful voice and sizzle of a real supper. One memory in particular.. you walked in and she stopped what she was doing, ran up to you wearing sexy little underwear but with a ridiculously unflattering apron, a spot of flour on her cheek and a smile that infected you even on your worst day. She gave you a mischevious look before jumping on you in a hug that squeezed you in deeply. With legs wrapped around you, laughing and with her face just inches from yours she said 'Welcome home!! Ok, ok, now smell it! What do you think I'm cooking?'
You laughed and replied 'Hah, well I don't know honey, I can't smell the kitchen from here.' She looked back, playfully dangling from you. Her Black hair flipped forward with her return as she cocked her head to the side and softly placed her chin on your shoulder.. 'Here, you can smell it on me..', head nudging, suggesting you to smell her neck.
You paused for a moment, her skin was warm and pale.. you took a quick, hesitant sniff. The whimper she made was a mixture of pleading and annoyed. You felt her left hand as it slid up from the back of your shoulders and up into the lower reaches of your hair, her fingers stretched out long. Adjusting her hips into yours for a better grip she made a deep exhale and then whispered 'No, more..'
Your eyes closed as you put your cheek and nose sideways at the front base of her neck, landing right at the first curve where her chest became soft breasts. Your deep inhale glided you up into the hairline behind her ear. Your mouth creaked open as you exhaled and you felt her fingers grip deeply into your hair and force your face in more. Your hand moved from supporting her at the hips, down below her waist now.
'.. ribeye steak..' You say to no one in particular, staring down into the reality of your TV Dinner meatloaf. The last sip of liquor goes down quickly as you settle back into your recliner. With Kylie out of the house and her mother out of the picture, you poured yourself another one and settle on DVR MythBusters.. you have to stop thinking about Kylie like that, you need a distraction.
And that's exactly what you got. After about your 4th drink, and after finally learning for sure that duck quacks do in fact echo, the cute redhead on the show appears in pigtails and a short cut t-shirt.
Her midriff exposed her pale stomach and emphasized how her small waist could barely keep her jeans up. She laughed at some joke, causing her breasts to heave up and down and her fingers to pull her red hair flourishes. You start to feel stiffness in your pants as you look at the gap between her hips and her tummy, following the shadow that leads right to that tight, red headed pussy. Your finger could trace right down that curve as you start to grip your shaft. You've always had an imagination with beautiful women.
Rubbing dry, you grabbed the KY you kept next to the couch, within moments you can start imaging her, but young and more vibrant. How hot she must have been at 18.. same as Kylie's age if you think about it.. which you often do.. You imagine Kylie right before she went to college and dyed her hair. She used to be a stunning young blonde, and though she is still beautiful, that is how you like to fantasize about her still.
Her and Kylie might be home when you walk in on them, kissing and exploring each other's bodies.
Coming from behind, you put your hand on the redhead's bare ass. She turns around and you see them both smile and giggle before returning to their intimacy. The soft cotton of Kylie's panties are peeled away, wet kisses collide as you watch her facial reactions. Anonymous warm flesh grinds on your cock, eagerly sliding up and down the edge of someone's pussy. That unique warmth had to be Kylie as you follow with each rhythm of their make out.
Your free hand explores down further, touching Kylie with small circular motions over her tight little snatch, her hips and full body in sync with each pulse. You line your finger up and you push your finger in while your cock takes her friend. They both clench each other as you start fucking the girls, watching them hold each other tight, teeth clenching and soft skin pressing on each other makes you even harder, fucking them even deeper.
Your weight pushes down on the small frames of these two girls, mashing her friend's body between yourself and Kylie, legs spread wide. It felt amazing, wet and wrapping completely around you, squeezing tightly at the head on each pull out and back in.
'Yea, Sean you're fucking me so good. Harder!' The redhead laughs, loving it. Lifting her right leg up, it allows you to get just a little bit deeper - each inch getting tighter as you go in. Kylie moans with each thrust of her friend onto her own body. Red and blonde hair mix as the strawberry cream mix whips forward and back with each forceful thrust. Reaching your hand forward a little more, your hand slides up the back of her spine.. between her shoulder blades.. and now up her neck then into her hair where you grab a handful. Pull her closer. Keep going.
You're getting into it when you get totally thrown off, opening your eyes from a shocking vibration near your ankle, 'Bvvvt, Bvvvt'. It's from the pant pocket now around your feet. You look back at the TV.. god dammit get that Asian dude off the screen.
Ahh, what the hell - who was that on the phone?? And what's the redheads name to Google her later?
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IncestArt, part two. Ch. 02 Art and Suzanne get ‘comfortable’. When I looked up at her face she was giving me a wicked grin so it looked like it was time to ‘get comfortable’. She said, ‘Come over here and let me unbutton the back of that dress.’ She’s been dressing and undressing me since I started to wear young girl’s clothes. She says, ‘They never look right when you put them on and Maria complains that she’s tired of picking up after you when you take them off.’ There’s no way I’m going to...
Art, part two. Ch. 07 Dr. Heidi shows Art how he can be one of her dolls. The room Heidi led me into was in the front of the house and included an elevator to the garage level. Where the first room is a table top workshop, here the equipment is larger and floor mounted. There’s even a small jib hoist above the work table. Heidi said, ‘I’ve had some inquiries about making larger dolls, your size or slightly larger. I have a lot of work to do on developing a lightweight skeletal structure and...
For my first story, a experience that happened in my last year at school (before Uni). I was still a virgin at the time (17). Names have been changed, but it is based on true events which happened a long time ago. I have taken some poetic license but mostly it is true. I was sitting in a darken room with about 20 other students watching a projector slide show of 20th Century art. Our teacher Mrs Ingley, I suspect, was a bit of a sex addict, because she showed lots of nude pictures and painting...
Deep throat is an acquired art. Not many know how to do it right. 99.99% give cheaters head. After doing a massage, i like giving deep throat Only to a Man, who can appreciate what i was doing, first. Second that had the stamina to complete the task, not take all day to cum, and third could repeat himself at least minimum 3-4 times in 2 hours. When i take a man into my throat, its an art, i like to first lick all around the head, the underside, the foreskin, then the crown, and finally inside...
Caroline and me had been pals for ages, our parents were friends so we had spent a lot of time together as k**s and a friendship had developed.This long hot summer may be our last together as I was off to Uni in the autumn and Caroline was hoping to go to art school.We used to spend a bit of time together when our parents were at work, just hanging at her house and listening to music and the like.Today Caroline seemed to have something on her mind, she was a bit shy as if she wanted to say...
In my fog-hazed mind, I stood in the aid room at school trying to recap what happened just a few minutes ago in the art class. I could still see the large visible wet stain in the crotch region of my pants. The end of my dick was throbbing, not quite in pain, but in enduring ecstasy. I had to admit the best sexual experience for this boy virgin. Walking was a bit uncomfortable because some of the hairs on my thigh stuck to my pants due to the cum that had run down my leg. I didn't just have...
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