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My father and I started our dad/daughter relationship in a very negative way. He and I never got along when I was younger. I found him very cold and cruel. Until then I thought he was the meanest man in the world and quite possibly the most revolting. He was never an attractive man, although from photos, he did look pretty sweet when he was younger. He had that tall, college professor/artist thing going on and always had a beard and a thick head of dark hair. While I got Dad's brown eyes, I got Mom's pale auburn hair, clear skin, great body and her beautiful smile.

I ended up loathing my father until my mother divorced him and we moved.

Then I saw him in a very different light. His reaction to us leaving him shocked me; he cried whenever he saw me, told me he loved me and that he was sorry he hadn't been a better man, a better father, a better friend, to me. I began to become aware that his cruel personality came from fear and insecurity.

Poor Daddy, I thought. He was absolutely misunderstood.

I invited him over a couple of times to the house when Mom went out.

Sometimes I'd skip school to have him over. Most of the time, we'd play chess, or just sit around and talk. We ended up becoming really good friends, and I felt better than ever about my life and my relationship with him. I finally saw him as someone attractive, and someone worthy, someone who truly loved me and made my life richer for knowing him. I forgot about the past and began a new relationship with him.

It was almost noon, and I'd come home from school to meet Daddy at the house. He was already there, waiting for me. He carried some flowers for me - daisies! My favourite.

I grinned and gave him a huge hug, thankful for the break in my horrible school day. He smelled fantastic, a spicy sweet scent which lingered on his neck when I hugged him close.

"You smell good." I told him, taking the flowers, "Thank you, they're stunning."

"I couldn't resist getting them for you, my baby."

"Coffee, Daddy?" I asked, walking into the house.

"Sure, I'd love it."

He walked in behind me and shut the front door.

"Your mom at work?"

"Yeah. She wont be back until late tonight, Mike mentioned something about dinner or a party."

"Mike her boyfriend?"

I caught the frown on his face and smiled comfortingly at him.

"Something like that. Don't worry Daddy, you'll always have me."

He smiled, his eyes shining happily. "The love of my life." He said.

I felt my heart warm to that idea. I suddenly felt the same. The love of my life, he was. He was the only man who I was really close to. Before he and I became friends, I had no real male role models, or even friends for that matter. Now he was the one and only man in my life who I wanted to spend any time with. We shared so much, and we now got along very well.

"Feeling's mutual gorgeous," I smiled and got the milk from the fridge.

"Really? I'm the love of your life, am I?" He chuckled. "You have a long way to go before you can make that statement with any real honesty, baby."

"No, I mean it, Daddy." I wandered over to hug him again, slinging my arms around his waist. I felt his belly against my breasts. "I might marry someone else, but I've really begun to feel strongly for you. I think you're totally misunderstood. People don't understand you. But I do."

He looked down at me, shocked at my words. "Do you mean that?"

"Absolutely." I wiggled against him. "I think you're brilliant!"

Suddenly I felt something stirring against my belly. At first I thought it was his fingers tickling up lightly against me, but I knew it couldn't have been. His penis was stirring lightly. I blushed, giggled lightly and stepped back, moving back to the kitchen.

"Sorry baby." He blushed, too.

"It's okay." I laughed.

There was an awkward silence and I made two coffees. "Hey, come and look at some Internet sites with me. I'll show you what I've been doing."

"Love it."

I sat at my computer in my room and he sat back on my bed. I started surfing through some websites.

"Look at you, all computer literate." He grinned, sipping his coffee.

I laughed, "Well, you know, I spend most of my free time on this thing.

It's so addictive!"

"Aren't you worried about perverts?"

"Hell Daddy I am one of the perverts!" I joked.

As I said that, I innocently clicked on a link which read: "CLICK HERE" and I should have known better. As soon as the page loaded, I felt ill. It was full of teen porn. I made a noise of disgust and let my eyes quickly run over the pictures on the site. One young girl with her legs spread wide for the camera, another girl with her mouth wrapped uncomfortably around a mammoth black cock.

Dad laughed "What are you looking at, baby?" He stood up and came around to my chair.

I fumbled, trying to close the page quickly, but panicked and clicked on one of the photos. The page loaded into a huge version of the photo. I will never forget that photo. It was horrendous and awful. An old man had a girl no older than me kneeling on the floor while he shoved his cock into her straining, virgin pussy. I gulped and blushed when I felt Dad standing behind my chair. He fell silent when he saw the page and covered the screen with my hand in horror.

"Ogh God, yuck!"

"Well... that's certainly interesting." He laughed.

His good humour shocked me. I looked up at him, surprised by his reaction. My hand fell from the screen and I looked back at the picture.

"Interesting"? I tried to see what was interesting about it. "How is THAT interesting?"

"Oh are you k**ding? .... I mean... there's something about it which is...." His words trailed off into silence. I stared at the picture.

The girl wasn't unhappy, in fact, her face was filled with rapture as this well-hung, sweating man who could have been her father, pierced her with his penis.

"Do you think she would really enjoy that?"

"Well I would like to think so."

I felt my throat tighten.

"God."

"No, baby, really. You build up to something like that. You make the girl feel like she's going to break loose at any moment, and you make her feel very hot before you ... do....that.."

Again his words trailed off. I knew he was struggling with the concept of talking to me about such things. I was certainly struggling with having to hear it. But at the same time, it felt totally natural, as if this was the only thing we should have been talking about, being father and daughter.

I managed a laugh, "OH really Daddy?" I cried, "And you would know this how?"

He patted my shoulder, "Never mind."

We looked at the photo again for a few seconds, in silence, before I clicked out of it, and back to the main porn page. I didn't think twice about going back into the index page to open up some more pictures.

"All these girls are young." I griped. "And all the guys have huge..." I didn't know what word to use. "Anyway Dad, we shouldn't be looking at these pictures. I'll show you my website."

He didn't reply. I could tell the photos were making him think of something. I thought about whether his penis which had moved earlier, when I hugged him, was getting harder, or sore, or whether it was fully hard. I glanced out the corner of my eye to try to see, but he was standing too far back. He kept his hand on my shoulder as I surfed to my website and showed him my internet friends, and what I'd done.

I could feel him standing behind me, could feel the wavering heat from his body as he almost pressed up against my shoulders.

"That's Maria, she's from Australia, and she's such a dope." I laughed.

"She's a hottie." He grinned.

"Dad!"

"Well, she is. But, don't worry baby, she's got nothing on you!"

His hands were on my neck. He massaged my neck lightly, his fingers delving and kneading deeply into my flesh and bones. I smiled and let my neck loosen a little.

"Thankyou."

"If I had to vote, you'd be the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Yeah I guess I'm pretty eh."

"Not just pretty, you know. You should have more confidence in yourself.

You're tall, slender, beautiful body like your Mom, beautiful face. You're a very sexy young girl, Jool."

I smiled and blushed. I loved hearing things like that when I was that age! I have to admit to fishing for such compliments. I knew how pretty I was, and even sexy sometimes, but to have someone admit it out loud is always a great compliment. To have my Dad say it, at that moment, was extraordinary.

I could feel his hot fingertips playing underneath the wisps of hair at the back of my neck. Then I felt him lean down and look at the computer closer. This one movement put him so that his cheek was almost against mine and his eyes could see all the way down my shirt to my braless breasts. I could feel his eyes burning on my breasts and suddenly his hand slid downward and around to my throat where he massaged lightly.

"That's some website you've got there baby." He said proudly.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"You've done really well. I'm so proud of you and your talents."

Nobody mentioned the intimate nature of our situation.

"Thanks Daddy."

"Okay, lets go back to that other site now!" He said cheekily.

I turned my head to him, and found my nose almost pressing into his beard.

I pulled back a little bit, and inhaled his smell.

"You really want to?"

"Mm I would love to." He nodded, and glanced at me. Our lips were so close, I wondered what I should do. I turned back to the screen and shifted slightly in my chair, clicking back to the porn site. "Now. Let me show you something."

Dad's hand covered mine on the mouse. He began clicking links to some new sites and pictures. I let him, feeling his hand warm and covered around mine fully. The computer scenery was all nudity, female shots and got boring after a while, until he came to some far more interesting photos.

They were all of cocks and men's bodies. He clicked on a couple to enlarge the cock photos.

"Wow look at that guy! He's having the time of his life." Dad laughed.

The man's face was not in the picture, it was an amateur shot of his cock getting hard in his own hand, as he stroked it. There was a series of seven photos with the man's cock getting redder and harder, then finally bursting with cum. I was silently looking at the photos as Daddy surfed through them. My hand under his became sweaty on the mouse and I felt my breathing get shorter.

"Pretty interesting stuff you have access to here, baby." He said.

I smiled again, my eyes gorging on the photos. I began to feel my pussy tingle lightly, moisten gently too.

"Yeah, I think I'll bookmark this page." I joked.

"You like that man's cock?"

I almost shuddered at the sound of Dad using that word. But then again, it fit perfectly. This was a cock. A hard, pounding cock spewing with cum. I licked my lips and swallowed hard on my tight, wet throat. I blushed.

"I guess."

"What about it do you like?"

"I don't know Dad!" I cried, embarrassed.

"Well, why do you like it?"

"It's huge!"

He laughed and I began to feel less concerned. This was normal and natural. Again, it felt right. Once I got past the embarrassment, it actually felt very good.

"I like his ... I like those." I pointed to the man's balls. "And I like that it's got a head on it. It looks prettier."

"Circumcised you mean?" he said, "Yes, most men are."

"Really?"

"I know I am," he smiled kindly.

I had pictures of his penis in my head, and now it had more clarity. I could see it vividly in my own mind, and again I wondered what it was doing, whether it was getting harder yet. I looked back and down to look, without thinking. Daddy stepped back, a bit shocked at my thoughtless scrutiny. I blushed and quickly looked away.

"Trust me, baby." He touched my neck again, "I am."

This time his touch had a softer, gentler feel to it. He began to massage lightly against my neck again, stroking and caressing my shoulder. He leaned down over my shoulder again so that he was close to me again while his hand massaged my neck and shoulder muscles through my thin silk school shirt.

We continued to look through the site. I let my eyes feed on the pictures.

I was getting hungrier and more enthusiastic to see more. I kept clicking through the pictures, one after another after another. We were silent now, and I could hear nothing but us in the bedroom, our breathing, shifting, the uncomfortable tension. I stopped at a picture of a man with his face between a woman's legs. I stared at the picture, enthralled. The idea of that happening was incredible to me. What was he doing? Kissing her pussy?

Licking it? I imagined all kinds of things his tongue and lips were doing to her down there. I knew that kind of thing went on, but being the virgin that I was at the time, I couldn't even imagine what it felt like. I stared a little longer than I should have. Daddy glanced at me.

"You okay baby?"

I nodded, and blushed again. My neck and face went hot and red. "Yes."

"What is it about this picture you think it so good, hmm?" his eyes twinkled.

"It looks pretty interesting."

"Yes. I would have to agree with you there. Men love doing that."

I was astonished. They did? How very cool! "Really!?"

"Absolutely. One of the best things about being a man is being able to taste that." My father sighed.

I turned to look at him again. Suddenly his face looked delicious. I thought about kissing him. I thought about biting him and sucking on his neck. My mind began to spin a little and I felt like closing my eyes and going to sleep, head over heels drifting. My legs felt weak, my hands felt sore and tingling. In fact I felt warm tingling sensations all through my body, running through my veins.

I sighed and leaned in to kiss his neck. He felt my lips at first kiss-bite through his prickly beard, then my tongue breaking through the stubble to his skin.

He seemed shocked, but didn't move. I felt his hand clasp lightly around my neck again, near my throat. His fingers closed in around my throat gently so when I swallowed, he could feel the motion of my swallowing. Then he turned his own head and our mouths met. We kissed like lovers. Lovingly, deeply.

I had never felt anything like it. My own father kissing me, his mouth open. I felt the kick in my belly spreading juices around inside me, leaving my panties sopping wet with the sensation. I couldn't believe the eroticism of it.

Suddenly his mouth opened wider and he slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. I began to suck on it and I felt him moan with pleasure.

His hand came around from my shoulder down around to near his other hand - near my throat - bypassed it, and stroked down under my shirt to clasp my right breast in his firm, hard, m*****ing grip. I felt the heavy pressure of his massaging on my breast in waves, like a rhythm of soothing warmth.

"Mmmmm," he breathed his heavy Dad breath into my mouth, "Baby."

I pressed back in my chair and began to undo the buttons on my shirt while he mauled my naked breast with his hungry hand.

"Daddy..." I pressed his hand harder into my aching breast. "Make me feel good." I begged in a whisper.

His kisses ran from my lips and wet mouth to my neck, near his hand on my throat. His mouth opened as he ate my flesh passionately. I reached up around his head and pulled him down into my chest further.

Finally I felt his lips and scratchy beard rough against my breasts. My head fell back and he leaned over me from behind my chair, leaning in to my breasts, mauling one with his right hand, and suckling on the other with his prickly mouth.

He sucked the whole breast up into his mouth and pulled on it, rolling his tongue over the hardened, sore nipple. His teeth bit lightly into the thick, fat flesh of my breast as he sucked me into his mouth.

I couldn't believe this was happening. This was the man who until I turned s*******n, I hated. I literally hated him. His strict mannerisms, his disciplinarian ways, his cruelty. And now he was bent forward, sucking my body into his delicious, wet, burning mouth.

"Ohhhh God, Dad...." I moaned.

He took that as a sign. He spun the chair around and knelt between my legs on the floor. He pulled me toward him and kept eating my breasts and nipples with his mouth, but his hands now began to work down over my knees, parting them lightly as he slid his hands up under my skirt. He had my skirt pulled down quickly and I raised my hips shyly to work my ass out of it. Then I was sitting in front of him almost naked but for cotton panties with little daisies all over them. He rubbed his hand over my stomach and worked it down over my panties where he began to stroke lighter, more teasing. I moaned and writhed under his fingers as he circled them around my pussy, following the lines of the fat, hot lips as they pressed into the thin, damp cotton material.

This huge man sat, crouched on the floor, trying to get his mouth on his own daughter's drenched pussy. I didn't understand it. I don't think I wanted to think about what was going on. It just felt incredible. The man who's sperm had created me was soon going to send me into bliss. I hoped he would anyway. At that moment, I was no longer the little girl. I was the woman, undulating and ready to burst under the manipulative hand of her adoring father.

I ran my hands over his balding head, breathless again, and thought about what I could do for him but he was too busy trying to pleasure me. He sat back for a moment, though, and undid his trousers. I watched, in absolute fascination as his cock sprang up out of his underpants. It was 7 inches of dark red bulging cock, cut beautifully and pounding with burning hot desire. Desire for me! I felt my throat tighten at the sight of my father's heavy, old man cock.

He parted my legs wider in front of him and sat there for a moment, watching my pussy seep with little droplets of juice on my panties. He leaned in and I felt his head between my thighs. Nobody had ever touched me there.

Nobody but my own hands had touched me there, and now Dad's whole head was pressed between my thighs!! I gasped.

I felt his tongue lapping the area of my panties which covered my cunt hole and everything else. Then his tongue licked in under the elastic, sliding in under the lace.

The wet slimy touch of Dad's tongue on my pussy sent shockwaves through me and I slid down in my seat to have his tongue firmly placed on my cunt lips.

He held my legs in place.

He licked.

Dad's tongue licked my pussy lips gingerly, savouring the honey spice taste of my cum and the soft downy fur which tickled his nose.

I closed my eyes and felt an orgasm already beginning to fuck me from the inside. The orgasm began to ram its way through my body harder and with more and more pleasure as Dad made only light, sweet motions against my aching, vibrating pussy.

"Dad, stop, I'm going to cum...."

"Ohhhh Baby that's what I want." He looked up with his small dark brown sinister eyes.

I closed my eyes again and let him continue to force me into absolute pleasure. I felt the cum from my cunt as the orgasm filled up and overflowed down into his open, licking, suckling, thirsty mouth.

I grabbed his head and massaged around his ears, slyly trying to pull his face deeper into me. My hips bucked and ground into him madly.

I was whispering his name in short, gasping cries. The idea that my cum would touch the tastebuds of my Dad's tongue worked wonders on my body. I shook with orgasm.

My body shuddered as he licked my cum up quickly and happily. He circled his tongue around my sensitive clit, and then around my labia and cunt hole.

His tongue continued to hypnotise my swollen pussy even as the cum stopped dripping.

I wanted to lay there a moment, and savour the feelings, but there was no pause. Daddy took his little finger and began to circle it around my hole.


I felt his hand slide against my pussy and then his pinkie finger worked it's way easily into my slippery hole. I writhed under it, twisting a little in my chair. He wiggled his finger around my pussy and I felt my virginity break lightly. I felt no pain, just a hard, taut jab which broke through.

I leaned down and kissed him openly on his lips to thank him. He suckled my tongue for a moment and he tasted strange. A strong, heavy odour sat on his tongue and lips. I licked it off curiously and licked down over his chin and beard again. He stroked my neck.

Then he pulled his arms around my waist and pulled me down off of the chair. My naked body fell against him. I felt the material of his trousers on my legs, the woollen scratch of his sweater on my breasts. He hugged me and pulled me tightly into his hold. I just fell on top of him and let him assault me as he wished.

I felt his fingers drive deeply up into my un-virgin pussy. The feel of someone else's fingers inside me was incredible. Again I fought hard to stay conscious, to keep my eyes open and my whole body aware of this beautiful, dreadful stabbing.

His two fingers became three and he began to thud his hand up into my cunt slowly and lightly. I heard the suction of my cunt muscles straining to keep him inside me as he pulled out each time. Then suddenly it wasn't his hand anymore. I felt something wedged up inside of my pussy, but both of his hands were on my face. I could smell my sex on his damp fingers, mingled with a light tang of blood.

He guided me down onto my back, following closely. It took me a moment to understand that it was his cock inside me. My father's penis was firmly fucked up inside of my pussy, and he wouldn't move it. My head was hard fixed back against the carpet.

I groaned with pleasure and closed my eyes.

"Ohh God, Dad..."

"Dad's cock feel good there baby?"

I nodded silently.

"Tell me...what it feels like."

"Arrh...I can't...I can't...."

"Try baby please."

He left his cock inside me, filling me, and kissed my lips lightly.

"I want it deeper. I want your penis deep in me so deep I can feel it at the back of my throat...but up through my pussy..."

It sounded like the surreal ramblings of a whacked-out insane girl but I knew what I meant.

"Mmm my darling baby girl." He whispered, and began to slowly move up.

I couldn't imagine how he could get deeper into me, but he did. He worked his cock up into me in a couple of long strokes, and I felt the cock head bruising my insides.

"Mmmm baby.... .." he whispered in a repetitive mantra. "Tell me what it feels like."

I closed my eyes.

"Tight." I whispered.

"Ogghh yes."

"I feel so wet and slick, the wetness..." My words faded.

"Mmm your juices and mine coming together."

He moved up into me again, still deeper.

"Baby, I want my balls to press into your cunt."

I spread my legs wider for him and he kissed me in the very same motion he fucked up inside me one last time. I knew he was deeper still, and I could feel his low, heavy testicles pressed up against my wet cunt, tickling the lips. I could feel his pubic hair tickling my cunt too.

I smiled. We fit together perfectly.

Once I felt his heavy, full balls against the sensitive flesh of my wet pussy, he then slowly pulled his cock out of me. Slowly, so slowly, I felt the muscles of my pussy tighten on the length of his hard, greasy hot stone shaft. I heard the sucking sound as he slid almost all the way out. He looked into my eyes deeply and rammed my cunt hard.

I felt his cock somehow deeper again! I gasped and closed my eyes again. I pressed my pelvis into his cock, raising my hips a little.

"You want Dad's cock?"

"More....." I nodded agreeing

"Hard?"

"More...!" I seethed, "God, hurt me." I begged.

He didn't stop for any more questions. I felt his arms around my shoulders, pinning me down into his body.

In strong, hard, fucking motions my father began to screw me down on the carpet. I felt his weight pressing in on me, his hot breath in my mouth, against my eyelids, tickling and filling my own nose with his heavy, used air so that I could hardly breathe.

The feeling of Daddy filling me was overwhelming. I knew my belly had more cum to wet him with as I felt it oozing out of me to flood him. When he rammed up into me quicker, I could feel the wetness help his love making become slick and fluid in motion.

"Daddy's fucking you... fuc..king you... Ooohh God, my darl..ing..." He breathed in my mouth as we fucked.

I cried out and pulled him tighter and tighter to me.

"I want it, I want ...." I gasped as a reply.

My body was pounded down into the hard floor, and each thrust sent a convulsion of weight against me. My breasts jiggled when he wasn't pressed down hard into them. My mouth and lips shook when his mouth wasn't fucking mine in a straining, bursting kiss.

"Oghhh baby... baby girl..."

He began to grunt in a thicker voice, pulling away from my mouth at last and riding me up higher. He dug himself into me over and over, thrusting and ramming me with aching vehemence. I was making little whimpering sounds, then gasping again, then crying out in small shouts of ecstasy and blissful grief.

"Dad-dy!" I burst out.

"Cum with me." He ordered.

His cock worked hard into my clit, forcing my cunt to stretch and clench against him. Then, shockingly, I felt his hand at my hips, sliding down around to my wet ass.

I felt his finger teasing my anal hole for a moment, then suddenly pinching into it. I cried out with the sensation of it. His finger worked its way up into my anal tunnel.

Double pleasure! To have his cock at the front of my body, and his hard, searching finger stroking me from behind, I squealed under bated breath and came under the touch he had given.

I could hardly hear him, the sounds of orgasm rushed through my head, but I heard him cry out my name as he reached orgasm, his eyes closing finally, his face contorted in ecstasy and pleasure. He gripped my shoulder with one hand tighter, then around my throat.

His other hand lifted my ass up with the finger ramming me and it hurt a little but it was a wonderful pressure.

He felt me cumming hard again, filling us both up with thick liquid pleasure.

The sensation drove him over the edge and my father grit his teeth, clenching his jaw as he sent himself up into my cunt still, urging his cum deeper upwards into my belly. Tears sat at the corners of my eyes and I froze while he continued to pound into me.

He came harder. I felt the cum shooting up into me, then the pressure of it filling and trying to escape but his thick cock had me filled. Some thin strands of cum slid out with his movements and wet the floor under me with hot, sticky liquid.

He slid his kiss into my mouth and licked my tongue, working his lapping around my tongue sensually as he finally let loose one last guttural cry and went limp, falling heavily onto my exhausted, spent body.

We lay like that for what could have even been ten or twenty minutes. I didn't want to move. I was numb with pleasure. He didn't move, he was exhausted and his flesh burning red all over. I kissed his shoulder finally and he shuddered.

"Shower?" I asked.

He moaned and lifted himself off of me. I felt his cock slide softly out of me, spilling out cum as he pulled out. Dad kneeled up over me and leaned down to kiss my chin lightly.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

Dad stroked my face gently as I nodded and grinned, wrapping my legs up around his waist.

"Better than ever." I smiled. "Remind me to bookmark that page."

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Homecoming Ch. 08 Edited by Frinkles© 2007 This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy — no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same. Alright, alright…UNCLE! For those of you who are disappointed in Daniel’s actions, believe me so am I. The guy is human. He’s a bit of an idiot at times. He’s letting his little head do the thinking rather than the ‘big’ head. He knows he screwed up which is why he’s in the dang farmhouse praying...

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Homecoming week pt 2

The rest of the week was pretty frustrating as Megan’s and Christie took every chance they could to tease me around school. I managed to survive the week of football practice with Christie and the squad practicing around in short shorts and sports bras. Christie was a huge tease as she would often talk dirty to me during our nightly calls and even email some naughty photos. She told me not to jack off all week because she wanted me to save it for Homecoming. Through it all, I received good...

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Homecoming

HOMECOMING Even though it was November, it felt like spring in Tucson. Raised in the cold Midwest, Kelly felt there was something fundamentally wrong with a Homecoming game that lacked the crisp bite of impending winter, but who was she to complain? If she had been in the Midwest, she wouldn't have been able to wear a short jean skirt and flat summer sandals to go with her jersey and U of A earrings. She could not deny that the loved how cute the outfit made her feel. When her two...

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Homecoming With Kelly

It was early in October of 1977. Kelly and I were high school seniors. Our school celebrated homecoming for an entire week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday after school we had crazy contests like tricycle races and stuffing a Volkswagen (for which the puny little freshmen had a built-in advantage). Thursday evening was the parade through downtown followed by a big bonfire at a farm just a mile away from the high school.Kelly looked great that night, as always. She was wearing a pair of short,...

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Homecoming The Worst Week of My Life

Introduction: I fuck with my new boy toy during Homecoming week.. I last left you with telling you how I had found a way to control my jealousy. While at the same time, get some attention, especially when I went along with John when he was making personal appearances somewhere. If you need to know, more read my last story Becoming the Slut. I also told you about Adam the nerdy boy I had befriended at college. I had more or less seduced him at our apartment after school. I enjoyed it even more...

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Homecoming

Best friends Lexie and Samantha, (better known as Sam) were really excited that it was working out perfectly to double date to their prom. Both juniors and best friends since third grade, Sam was dating Josh, a football player, who had recently introduced his buddy Zack to Lexie. They hit it off and all agreed to attend the Homecoming Dance together. The girls were both cheerleaders and so very excited about the Friday night game as well as Saturday's dance. The boys, both seniors playing their...

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Homecoming

Homecoming A small Forward: I know some people are looking forward to more stories with images, I'm sorry that I didn't deliver such a thing. I still may in the future, but right now I'm focusing on a different story that involves elements not typically explored in trans-fiction. The next one will most definitely be illustrated, this one...I originally wanted to, but then I felt the writing spoke for itself enough. If I'm wrong, tell me, and if any one's interested in doing some...

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Homecoming Sex BEST EVER

Here's a story written in first person from a 16 year old me. :) After reading these stories often I finally have built up the courage to write about the craziest, best night of my life. I’m 16 years old, about 5’3” and a little on the thick side but in an athletic way. I have 34 DD tits and a round juicy ass that boys have always loved. At school I usually wear short skirts and low cut shirts that show off my boobs and legs which gets everyone looking. The story that I’m writing about was my...

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Homecoming

Carl McHenry looked up from the textbook spread out on his dorm room desk and out the window at the now dark sky. He had been trying to understand the last economics problem in the review for the last hour and still couldn't get it. Maybe he was just overtired, he told himself. After all, he had been studying non-stop for the last nine hours. Attending the University on a scholarship, Carl needed to maintain at least a B average. It was because he was having problems in a few of his classes...

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Senses

“You smell nice!” Those were the first words that Suzie said to me when I met her in the ‘flesh’ that didn’t have anything to do with work. They were also the first hint I spotted that she had a disability. I had known her for almost six months but our ‘relationship’ had been limited to phone calls, e-mails and the occasional video chat/conference. It soon transpired that she had the sort of dry sense of humour that appealed to me. When I first saw her laugh on my monitor I began praying that...

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IncomingChapter 15

Things started with a bang, or, actually a crash. Carol and Stella were cuddled together on one couch, Christine and JJ on another, and Lane was in the kitchen fetching a new bottle of wine. Doug had rolled over to one of the side walls, investigating a painting that seemed to show a civil-war era battle. ‘INCOMING!’ None of them was prepared when one of the huge, floor to ceiling, supposedly unbreakable widows shattered into a million pieces of safety glass. The accompanying explosion was...

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Homecoming the Epilogue

It’s been nearly four years since Michelle’s ‘homecoming’, her long Caribbean cruise with Brett. I’ve had a lot of people asking about Michelle’s ‘first time’ with Brett, after her month-long forced abstinence. I haven’t told about it because, well – just because I haven’t. I got involved in other stories, Matt and Adriana, Robert and Karen, and a few little tidbits.I probably wouldn’t be now, except for that e-mail from Alec, Michelle’s first extra-curricular lover, in Kodiak while I was in...

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Homecoming 1 Provincial Beginnings

“You never told me you were rich, love” Conor said in his Irish accent, in awe of the beautiful mansion in front of them. The walls were newly painted white, the windows were still the old kind, the ones that open outwards and made of wood—neatly varnished mahogany wood. The ground floor was made of stone, too keep its foundation strong and in front of the house was a fountain of intricate design, dolphins, cherubs, and pots circled the base, squirting water into its small pool as water...

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Homecoming Chapter 4

“What Have You Done?” Mrs. Benson stood on my front porch with a look of contempt that I have never seen before. She looked at me like I was a murderer and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. “Mr. Snead, what is going on?” she asked, her voice dripping disdain. “I saw Mrs. Swanson go into your room after our team meeting and then I saw you run out to your truck with someone wrapped up in a tarp.” I stuttered and lied by saying that I had been working a sculpture and I moved it...

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Homecoming The Worst Week of My Life

I also told you about Adam the nerdy boy I had befriended at college. I had more or less seduced him at our apartment after school. I enjoyed it even more when I found out that Adam was a virgin. I told him I would show him the wonders of sex as long as we kept it our little secret. It was Homecoming week at our college when I started Adam’s lessons. I had only given him one little lesson on how to hold and kiss a woman. Adam was a fast learner; I had enjoyed myself with him that first...

3 years ago
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Homecoming Ch 06

This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy — no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same. Cheers again to Techsan and the wonderful editing job on this piece. I seem to be making the same editing mistakes over and over again. Hopefully, Techsan will train all of this out of me. Also, thank all of you who have read this story and made comments. It really helps me keep on track. Please continue to leave comments — good and bad....

3 years ago
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Homecoming Present

I don’t know how Jen and I ended up in my living room naked and giggling. I asked her to come over and help me prepare a meal for Pete’s return after being out of town for such a long time. I wanted to prepare something special for him, but my culinary knowledge only reached the easy-to-make varieties.  I should’ve known from the wet, open mouth kiss I received from Jen as soon as I opened the door and the way she slid her talented fingers into my panty and quickly finger fucked my luscious...

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Homecoming

She nibbled her lip, nervous, wondering yet again if she had made the right decision. She checked the mirror one last time to be sure she looked okay. Her green eyes stood out against the black eyeliner and double coat of mascara she had painstakingly applied. Her lips were coated with a burgundy stain covered with a shimmering gloss. She had spent a lot of time working on her hair to give it that "effortless" look. Softly hanging to her shoulders, a deep brown with streaks of blonde added here...

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Homecoming Ch 1

I expected to hear from Michelle right away, maybe even as soon as Monday night, to let me know about her coming home plans. She’d implied that she could be home this coming Friday and I haven’t been so anxious about anything in my life before!Tuesday morning, I was in my office looking at a house plan, going over it so that our office manager could issue the building permit when my office phone rang. I answered it as I always do, “Building Codes, this is Bob, may I help you?”“Hi,” was the...

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Homecoming from the Sandbox

Hello there, my name is Brian and I just got back from a 10 month deployment overseas. 10 months is a long time to go without seeing any friends or family let me tell you. It is also a long time to go without fucking. Due to the rules of our deployment zone, there was absolutely no sex allowed. That and the lack of available women made sure that everyone slept alone at night. Of course I am no wuss so I used Skype and phone sex as often as I could. Phone sex, Skype, and even porn were not...

Group Sex
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Homecoming Present

I don't know how Jen and I ended up in my living room naked and giggling. I asked her to come over and help me prepare a meal for Pete’s return after being out of town for such a long time. I wanted to prepare something special for him, but my culinary knowledge only reached the easy-to-make varieties.  I should’ve known from the wet, open mouth kiss I received from Jen as soon as I opened the door and the way she slid her talented fingers into my panty and quickly finger fucked my luscious...

Group Sex
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Homecoming week pt 3

Coming back to my senses, I watch Christie's firm as sway into my private bathroom with big shower. I hear the shower kick on and see her step in. Surprisingly, my sexual appetite wasn’t satiated by my first fuck. In fact watching her perfect ass and slightly tanned, sweaty body enter the shower, I was harder than ever. Almost as a man possessed, I crept into the bathroom and entered the shower. She was still in her post orgasmic haze as she didn’t hear me come in. My 9 inch cock gently...

2 years ago
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Homecoming Donations

Margaret handed a small paper bag to Brandon and Shelly. “Put anything valuable or that you might lose in here, keys, id, cellphone. And don’t worry, we’re going to return them later. You both have to unlock your cells though. We need to be sure to let your friends know where to find you.” Shelly looked at Brandon, wondering if she should hesitate or hold back anything. He just looked back and shrugged. They were outnumbered. So they both just did as they had been told. “Now what?” Shelly...

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IncomingChapter 6

INCOMING! He was about ten feet from the van when he saw movement to his right and to his left. Two men, one appearing from around the front of the van and one from around the rear, turned to facing him. They had been strolling calmly, to appear non-threatening, but they sped up and headed right toward him once they saw he spotted them. Instincts and years of training had him reaching for his pistol. The glint of a blade in the hands of one of the men took on a strange gleam, as the world...

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IncomingChapter 8

They were only about a third of the way through the boxes; it was taking longer than it should as they found themselves discussing the pros and cons of each pistol as it was unboxed. Carol was strictly into the autoloaders, and greatly admired his collection of 1911s and Browning Hi Powers. Doug also had a half dozen revolvers, running the gamut from an original cap and ball .44 Russian conversion to a matching set of Taurus snub-nosed .357 magnums. There were amiably arguing the merits of...

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Trust Your Senses

Kristy could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on her back as she and Justin drove towards the motel. She had been thinking of this day for three months, and now that it was here she was quite nervous. She glanced over and Justin, and his eyes were focused on the road yet she could tell his mind was wandering. She thought back to when she had told him she wanted to do this. His reaction had been exactly what she had expected. ‘You want to what?’ he had gasped. ‘I just want to try it. I need...

1 year ago
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Trust Your Senses

Kristy could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on her back as she and Justin drove towards the motel. She had been thinking of this day for three months, and now that it was here she was quite nervous. She glanced over and Justin, and his eyes were focused on the road yet she could tell his mind was wandering. She thought back to when she had told him she wanted to do this. His reaction had been exactly what she had expected. "You want to what?" he had gasped. "I just want to try it. I need...

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A Feast for the Senses

The fabric of the blindfold rests heavy on my cheeks and nose, the knot a small weight tugging at the back of my head. Behind me, soft loops of thick cord confine my wrists. Martin's soft baritone rumbles in my ear. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." My voice, usually half an octave deeper than his, emerges high and a bit reedy. He tucks his hand into my elbow and leads me forward, his bootheels ringing softly against the floor. "There's a slight threshold." I grope ahead, and my...

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There and BackChapter 38 Spidey Senses

Leli and Zev had finished with our tent, and I stood up, taking Alistair's hand. As I stood, Aedan pointed down towards the river. "Get cleaned up again, both of you. You look like you've been rolling around in a battlefield." I looked up at Alistair and realised his face and neck were covered in dried blood; reaching up, I recalled that so was I. My hair was crusted with it, and I was suddenly thoroughly disgusted. His expression mirrored my feelings, and after grabbing soap we headed...

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Welcoming a new member

Like most couples, we have always used fantasies as part of our foreplay ritual. Some of our thoughts and dreams leading to some really intense sex. However as a couple we had never built up the courage to fulfill any of our fantasies. Our most regular fantasy consisted of the two of us with another couple, Sal my wife ending up in bed with the other woman while I watched, and finally getting to fuck her after she had orgasmed with the woman and the other man had cum inside her. The thoughts of...

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Welcoming Janet to the the Club

John slowly walked toward the study; I could see his hands rubbing at his thighs as he neared the door. He does that when he is upset or pissed about something. John turned toward Gina and I just before he opened the door, he gave us both a little wink before he entered. I watched as John knocked at the door and slowly opened it. However he closed it again and stood outside the door so I figured his aunt was busy or something. Gina was walking me into the main room where we mingled with...

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Welcoming Janet to the the Club

Introduction: Chapter 28 Fun at the party as I go to my first swing party where I am the guest of honor I last left you at a party that Johns aunt DeRonda was throwing. Johns aunt was waiting for him in the study as he had some explaining to do to her. Mostly about what happened after the game Saturday, he had told a rather large group of people outside the locker room that he was not going to play football any more. John had gotten upset with the crowd because someone had pushed me to the...

2 years ago
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Overcoming a Fear of Heights

Angelica and I were both in Atlanta for our jobs, and when I found out she was there I asked her if she wanted to join me for drinks that evening. Angelica and I had unexpectedly hooked up a few weeks ago at her place and I hadn’t see her since then, so I thought it’d be great to get together. That day at her house was incredibly hot, so I wanted to see her again for sure.We went for drinks downtown and had a great time talking. She made me laugh, and we had a lot more in common than I...

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Overcoming Aversion

Robert's wife hates cum. She is highly sexed and adores to play and suck and fuck his cock all hours and all places. She is also particularly good at blow jobs - no one, but no one, sucks cock as thrillingly as her. The only problem is, she detests the taste and texture of cum so never, ever - no exceptions - takes it all the way by mouth or hand. When she senses he's about to come, she sits astride him or drags him between her legs and takes his explosion inside her pussy. It is highly...

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Overcoming ObstaclesChapter 2 A Businessman Kidnapped

September 21, 1989-09 Howie Markels walked back and forth in front of the hotel cooling off after his morning jog. He’d only done about four miles, but that was more to get loosened up for the day, than a real workout. That had been eight laps around the block on which the hotel was located. Only a few people had been out and about, although it was still more than one might have expected for right after sunrise. Still, bakers, coffee shops, and other businesses that catered to the early...

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Overcoming ObstaclesChapter 3 A Day In The Life Of A Captive

September 25, 1989 Howie stumbled along trying to work out the date. He knew he had been taken on the twenty-first and had spent that day in the van. That night, the hood had been replaced by a blindfold. They had held a flashlight right up to his eyes when making the change from hood to blindfold. He hadn’t been able to see his captors. The next day would have been the twenty-second. He had spent a miserable day walking, getting pushed along, tripping, falling, and getting pulled back to...

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Overcoming ObstaclesChapter 4 Rescue

September 26, 1989 John Long Badger had been sleeping about as well as a man suffering from a very bad case of gas could sleep ... which was to say, not very well. He bolted upright when he heard the first gunshot. He was frantically looking around the shack to see what was happening when all hell broke loose outside. The gunshots were coming so fast and furious that it wasn’t possible to count. He wasn’t the only one looking around with terror. “That new guy is gone.” “There are two...

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Overcoming the BitchChapter 2 More Than Meets The Eye

The next day things seemed a bit better in the office. It wasn't as if some dramatic changes occurred suddenly and the office was this bright, cheerful place, but Beth was clearly making an effort to control herself. When I saw her in the morning she smiled and said hello to me and when she saw other people that we worked with she said hello in a way that seemed less forced and maybe even without the hostility that she seemed to be carrying around before our talk. I actually saw her talking...

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Overcoming the BitchChapter 3 Coming to a head

I lay awake that night staring at the ceiling trying to sort out my feelings about Beth and what I should do. If her father was correct, she had feelings for me other than friendship and if I was honest with myself I knew that I felt more for her that just being friends as well. Let's face it: She's beautiful and now that I got to know her she was fun to be with and we had a lot of common interests. I knew that I had to do something because I had started thinking about her all the time....

4 years ago
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Overcoming the BitchChapter 4 Exploring the possibilities

Beth and I left the office quickly. We were both anxious to get away from the smirking faces, whispers and giggles that were going around our department. We walked side by side through the halls and waited for an elevator in silence. We gave each other nervous glances and small smiles of anticipation until we heard the ding of the elevator announcing its arrival on our floor. We walked in and quickly pressed the button to go down to the garage level where we could get into our cars. As the...

4 years ago
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Overcoming the BitchChapter 5 Reality Sets In

In the months that followed that first date, things were great between Beth and me. We had fun whenever we were together and more importantly, we learned to love the quirky little things about each other that make you who you are. For me to love Beth I had to not only love the smart and beautiful woman that I thought she was at the beginning, but I also had to embrace the fact that, yes, sometimes she was a bitch. I have to admit that there are times when her bitchiness did grate on me and I...

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Homecoming 2 Dreams are Made of3

Carlota almost choked on her tea when she heard the question. Having child had always plagued her mind but she wasn’t so sure she was ready, Conor always kept saying he was but stayed supportive to her when she said she wasn’t, but she could also feel his frustration of being married for two years now and still have no child to love and cherish. Carlota took a deep breath, “We’re still in the planning stage, mama, I don’t want to go and head in first without making sure we can fully support the...

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Homecoming Chapters 12

My name is Gus Snead, you may have heard of me recently in the news. I am the man whose name has been sullied about by ignorance and hatemongers who do not understand the nature of who and what I am. I am 34 years old, live in Illinois (let’s just say Chicago for sake of simplicity); I was a former teacher who has changed the entire state of a school. I have been chased out of the district by fools who do not understand my desire to mark my territory (like I said ignorance and hatemongering)...

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Homecoming Chapter 3

“Why Can’t I” The urge to mate and to expand my territory had subsided after my second session with Carolyn. I also noticed that it was quickly reaching the end of the school day and that I could not stay here overnight, not if I wanted to continue my plan. I was able to focus and gain enough composure to get tell Carolyn to drive to my apartment. I think she was able to read my mind because she started to regain some of her poise as well, I believe she understood what was at stake and...

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Homecoming

The early morning summer rain washed away my tears as I sat naked in a lotus position on top of a cliff overlooking Eros Valley a few hundred meters below. I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself. Two years ago, on Christmas Day my ex-husband left with his affair of three years, never to return. After the divorce I threw myself into yoga practice and even went on an eighteen month retreat at an ashram in India. I found peace through meditation and yoga, but not Enlightenment.In all this time...

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Homecoming part 3 4

1. this was originally a set of emails sent to a friend serving in iraq. 2. place yourself in the character danny's place as you read all of it. as we sit on the couch watching tv, my head laying under your chin, you have one hand wrapped around me, cupping a tit. the other is stroking my hair. we're at peace, resting from the fun of the day and its after 11. we watch the news and while its on, i let my hand slide slowly down your chest, feeling every ripple and knowing im so...

1 year ago
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Homecoming surprise

All day and throughout his journey home he'd been looking forward to this moment. It wasn't often he was able to surprise his wife but having tied up the final paperwork on the new contact earlier than expected, he'd decided to make the journey home today instead of leaving it til his usual Friday. Besides, he'd long grown tired of living in hotel rooms and it would be fun to surprise his wife. Yet for some strange reason, five minutes ago when he'd switched off the cars engine, he...

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Homecoming Ch 10

Props to Techsan for the editing job. Techsan, I am in awe of your patience and skills. Once again, I have to say that although Lt. Col. Vandervoort and his shattered ankle are entirely real, Daniel is pure fiction. For those of you who have stuck by this story, I thank you profusely for reading it and voting. For those of you just discovering this story, I’d ask you to read all the chapters and vote, vote, vote. Thanks again one and all. Chapter 10 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 ...

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Homecoming Ch 09

Once again, I want to thank Techsan for his patience and editing skills. Thanks one and all for keeping up with the story…and voting. Now the disclaimer: Although Lt. Col. Benjamin Vandervoort is a real live person in history, this story is pure fiction and only borrows the name for accuracy of the historical facts surrounding the fictional story…and for dramatic effect. Hope you enjoy. And vote…vote…vote! Chapter 9 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 The twenty-seven year-old Lt. Col....

4 years ago
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Homecoming Ch 02

Chapter 2: Tomorrow’s Path I will never for the life of me understand the simple pleasure a woman finds in shopping. Or the seemingly unnecessary consideration of such trivial things as price or practicality. That morning, we went shopping with Mary’s credit card, and aside from valiantly attempting to hide my shock at the prices she paid, I was fairly preoccupied with the knowledge that I now knew what a Ken doll felt like. I was dressed, undressed and redressed so quickly that I barely had...

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