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I belonged to middle class Indian family who lives in a town called Sultanpur. When I was 6 my mother died and my Pop remarried. Soon he had a daughter named Punita from his second wife. From then onward my Pop got interested in his new family and I have to look after myself. After gaining puberty feminine shapes and curves started to attract me a great deal but they were out of my reach. Like many other Indians boys, my sexual life started with a gay experience.
When I was sixteen I used to study with one of my School-mate Bhavya, sometime in his home and sometimes in mine. One day he came to meet me while I was taking a shower in my room. Instead of asking him to wait, my step-mom let him come to my room. Just as he entered the room, I came out of the bathroom! This was the first time my friend saw me naked. I was embarrassed and tried to cover myself but Bhavya told me not to move.
He walked over to me, and put his hand around my semi erect penis and began slowly jerking it in his fist!!! My cock became hard but I stood as still as a deer caught in headlights, hardly breathing as my dick was being jerked for the first time by another human being! I had the experience of masturbation but getting it from some one else’s hand the sensation was ten times greater. Without saying a word, Bhavya leaned over and gave me a French kiss that seemed to last forever. As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, my cock began to spasm in his hand and I shot out a huge jet of hot cum.
Neither of us said anything for a minute as we tried to collect our thoughts. It was Bhavya who finally admitted that once a man had sex with him but he was so scared that he didn’t even have time to enjoy it. As both of us were messy we decided that another shower was in order. We got in the bathroom and began soaping each other all over our bodies. It didn’t take long for us to have big boners sticking out ready to be used again. Suddenly Bhavna leaned against the wall and spread his ass cheeks towards me. I knew well what invitation he was offering to me.
With my hard cock already slick with soap, I pressed the tip of my throbbing dick into the glistening asshole presented before me. I began to push my way into Bhavya’s inviting ass hole!!! When the head finally was inside, I began with gentle short thrusts not wanting to hurt my new found lover. He bucked back into me and took my entire shaft, nearly knocking me back in the process.
Oh yeah, I thought, I’m in. as I became more insistent with my fucking Bhavya started whimpering. I could hear him moan and that got me even more excited, I could feel the surge and I knew I was going to come very soon. He reached down and was jerking his now hard dick in time with my movements so that when I blew my wad up his eager rectum, his own cum exploded out of his dick onto the wet floor!
That is how I and Bhavya became lovers. This went on for quiet some time but then his family moved away. By now I was experienced enough to find another boy toy named Raj from my neighborhood who was younger than me. The story goes some years forward from here.
One day when I was 21, my parent went to some function leaving me and my step-sister alone in the house. It was late in evening when Raj came to my home. Seeing my sister watching TV, I quietly guided Raj to my room. In no time he gently took my cock into his mouth and sucked on it softly. I started stroking his head, savoring the feeling that could only come from having the head of your cock in someone’s warm mouth!
After about ten minutes, when I was about to shoot my load, I heard some noise. The door of my room was not fully closed and through it I saw my step-sister Punita watching me. As our eyes met she moved away but I knew that I was in big trouble. She was in habit of reporting my faults to our parents. She always got some reason to complain against me. I let loose with a low long groan, but first time I felt little pleasure from it. I asked Raj to leave immediately because my sister has seen us.
I kept myself in my room trying to find a way to stop Punita from telling n me to our parents. ‘If father will know this he surely will throw me out of the house’ I thought.
I have to stop Punita from telling anything to him. The only possibility that was coming to mind was to strangle her and tell the parents that it was the act of a burglar. ‘No’ I told myself. ‘The police would come and they would find the truth’.
I was still lost in my thought when I saw Punita entering my room. Punita, had just turned 14, and had changed quite a bit physically since last year. Her slim body was filling out a little and she certainly had all the shapes and curves to prove her ripening womanhood! She was young but innocent she was not. My step-sister was one of the biggest fucking nuisances in my life. Without asking me to explain anything she said straight away,
“I will tell father what you were doing with your boy friend and he will either beat you to death or throw you down to a gutter’
“Please Punita don’t do that” I almost begged.
“You are disgusting”
“I will buy you anything you want but please promise not to tell anyone what you saw here.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“It was Raj who led me to this by showing me a sex Mag.” I finally got a pretext.
“What Mag?” she asked.
“This”
I brought out a sex Mag that I was hiding in my room for some time. The magazine had straight pictures, threesomes, orgies, lesbians and gays. I opened it up and showed my sister some of the pictures. To my surprise she watched them with interest and then she said, “There is only one way of keeping me quiet”
“I am ready to do any thing” I said with hope.
She took a long pause and then she said, “Fuck me”
“What! Oh no,”
“To tell you the truth, I had fantasies of making love with you.”
“But… but, that’s incest. A big sin”
“Now don’t talk about sin and all that after fucking a boy”
“He was only sucking me, besides you are too young for any sex”
“I know a lot about it already”
Punita proceeded to explain that at 12, she caught one of her girlfriend having sex with a maidservant. She was very curious so her friend began to teach her things. She showed her how to masturbate and lick. Her friend tasted her pussy for the first time, and Punita tasted her’s as well. As far as men were concerned she had no experience but she wanted that experience badly.
“How about sucking, I mean I will suck you”
She looked at me and then came near. Punita unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled down my zipper. My mind was reeling in a mix of emotions… raw sexual excitement, embarrassment at being so exposed before my sister, guilt at whether I should be in this situation at all!
Then she came out of her dress. I looked at my step-sister in amazement. I have seen her in dress many times but it was something else to see her completely nude. A teenaged girl now stood before me stripped bare of every stitch of clothing. My rambling eyes tried to see everything at once but there were just so many beautiful feminine sights I couldn’t decide upon any particular spot to rest my eyes.
I was seeing a pair of maturing breasts which might best be described as having the shape of fresh apples hanging heavy on a tree. The tips of her tits jutted out proudly. Between slim legs, a split mound of tempting pussy puffed feminine flesh protruded out.
“Do you like my pussy, Natwar?” Punita said spreading her legs for me.
Despite growth of thin hairs I could see right up into her glistening slit as she spread her cuntlips with her fingers.
“Oh, God! That’s gorgeous, Punita!”, I moaned,
I had made no conscious plan in my mind to touch my little sister’s body, yet when my eyes stopped their inspection, I realized that my hands were playing with the two tantalizing tits I’d been admiring. My squeezing fingers felt the tittie flesh swell and become firm. Her nipples stiffened as my thumbs massaged their delicate daintiness.
Without my premeditated permission, my mouth closed over first one nipple-topped mound and then the other. Saliva freely ran and my moisturized lips sucked on every inch of enticing young female breast flesh. Her nipples swelled inside my lips and tittie-flesh reddened from my mouth and hands manual mauling.
Quivering knees caused Punita to lose her balance. Luckily, she fell back on the bed upon which her clothes were laid. Taking advantage of outstretched legs, my fingers delved between them and captured the cracked little mound of girlie-girl flesh. My hands and fingertips gloried in their ‘first ever’ touch of real-life, real-girl pussy! My flaccid cock, which had so recently been ‘sucked-off’, was now making an attempt to stand at attention again. I allowed my saliva-coated lips to work their way down her belly. They kissed and played with her bellybutton for a few seconds and then my hands discovered the luxuriantly soft bush of thin hairs first. My fingers combed the pubescent patch. They pulled and tickled the erotically stimulating growth of awakened female maturity.
My watering mouth closed over a stiffly-erect female protrusion. Little Punita’s teenaged clit was juicy-sweet, sticky-wet, and moistly warm. The tip of my tongue was trying its best to gain entry into this clit’s pee hole, but it was having limited success. Instead of giving up in frustration, my tongue set off on a journey of ‘big girl’ clitoral and pussy exploration.
My flicking, licking tongue traced the outline of Punita’s clit. Up and down and around and around it went. The warm, wet flesh quivered with excited anticipation. From somewhere in the distance, I heard contented moans and sighs.
My mouth, lips, and tongue kissed and claimed possession of every exposed inch of my sister’s swollen pussy mound. Puffed outer pussy lips and curled pubic hair now belonged to me.
Spreading Punita’ outer pussy lips wide, My wandering eyes found a set of inner pussy lips which were considerably bigger and wetter. As my tongue spread the delicate pussy wings open and disappeared inside, I found a hole that could not be called ‘little’ at all.
Pubic maturity had visited this girl’s body and made it take on the shapes and forms of a young woman. My stiffened tongue was discovering what puberty could do to a girl’s vaginal cavity. Smoldering-hot, wet feminine juices coated the tickling intruder with an abundance of moisture.
My slippery tongue explored and played inside this hot, wet hole. A flood of female fluids seemed to be trying to drown the uninvited trespasser. Punita’s hips were squirming and her sexually-aroused sighs were becoming louder.
I cupped my tongue-cock to make it stiffer in order to penetrate deeper into the hidden recesses of this sweltering abyss of uncharted feminine territory. Sooner than expected, I came upon an obstruction my tongue could not penetrate.
“Ouch Natwar, that hurts!” Punita exclaimed.
I didn’t stop sucking my sister’s pussy. I concentrated all my efforts on sucking and eating to my heart’s content. I felt Punita’s fingers entwining themselves in my hair. She was pulling my head tightly against her. Her hips bucked up to meet my kissing, licking mouth and tongue.
Punita sucked in her breath. Her pussy muscles contracted and squeezed my tongue-cock licking inside. Her body spasmed and her breaths were expelled in a series of throat-constricting moans and sighs.
I knew my little sister was cumming now. Red-polished fingernails were digging into my scalp so deeply I knew I’d have a sore head tomorrow.
Louder moans signaled the birth of multiple orgasms racing throughout her young feminine body. Slim legs encircled my back and sharp toenails were scraping furrows into my flesh.
Ever so slowly, Punita’s breathing began returning to normal. Her jerking hips slowed their energetic fury. Fingernails and toenails ceased their scratching assault.
Taking my saliva-coated lips away from the sweetest pussy I’d ever sucked, I trailed wet kisses up Punita’s belly. Finding her small tits, I played with them with my tongue for a few quick minutes.
Punita sat up on the bed, slipped her hands around my neck, and pressed her naked body against mine. “Natwar?” she whispered so softly I hardly heard her. “Will you kiss me?”
Kiss my sister! Why, who ever heard the like! Brothers don’t kiss sisters! No they don’t, they most certainly don’t. But, this brother did!
I’d never learned a whole hell of a lot about kissing and I’d bet my little sister didn’t know anymore than I did. But, allowing forbidden instinct to be our guide, Punita and I started kissing. Tongue-licked lips collided in a sweet passion of moisturized lust and love.
Quick kisses ended too soon. Punita and I pulled away from each other. Suddenly, this youngest girl sister of mine reached out and wrapped her fingers around my swollen erection. “Natwar?” she shyly asked. “Next time, can I be the one to suck on this?”
My head spun, I almost felt dizzy. Her short, skinny fingers felt unbelievably good. It came to my mind that this teenaged sister of mine probably knew quite a bit more than I did about pussies. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say this girl had most likely experienced more than a few self-administered pussy orgasms.
“Now fuck me!”
“NO”
“Oh please, I want a cock inside me badly.”
Instead of saying ‘NO’ again I went ahead and allowed masculine instinct to guide my decisions. Grabbing my swollen erection with one hand, I spread Punita’s pussy mound with the fingers of the other. I guided my cockhead in through the delicate inner pussy wings and allowed the head to penetrate until it settled against the tender hymen.
I waited. Just as I hoped, Punita’s vaginal hole began releasing a torrent of penile lubricant. My cockhead bathed in a pool of hot, sticky-wet moisture. The head of my swollen cockshaft twisted, wiggled, and swam in a warm, humid spa filled with exotic dampness.
My cockshaft stopped swimming and began moving in a rhythmic in and out motion. Moving a faction of an inch at a time, I felt my orgasmic fires burning. My testicle sack was boiling again. Replenished seminal juices bubbled excitedly and impatiently awaited their chance for release.
With all my power I was holding my juices in while waiting for Punita’s own orgasmic fire to be lit. I’d heard tell that a girl’s body took a lot longer to get ‘warmed up’ for orgasms than a guy’s did.
When I felt legs encircling my ass and toe-nailed feet digging into my flesh, I began thinking that Punita’s teen pussy might be ‘warming up’ quickly. My suspicions were confirmed when her hips began bucking up to meet my cockshaft’s in and out thrusts. Her legs constricted and pulled my ass tightly toward her. She began panting and moaning loudly.
Intentionally or not, Punita’s legs jerked me against her so forcibly my super-slippery cockhead plunged through her tender virginal membrane. I felt a barrier a little ways in, and knew from some talks with friends that this was her hymen. She gasped and held onto me with one arm as I pushed past it. I could feel her biting her lip.
“Are you alright,” I asked.
She nodded with tears in her eyes.
“Should I stop?”
“No. Just go easy.”
I pushed in all the way and her shriek of pain echoed throughout the room.
Fear gripped my mind. I was not fearful of the fact that I had hurt her, no, I was afraid the pain might make her want to stop. Yet, I quickly found out that this teenaged sister of mine had no intention of stopping.
‘Warmed up’ hell! Why Punita’s feminine body was ‘firecracker hot’ and ready to explode! Each time I pulled my cock out a few inches her legs jerked me and plunged my elongated erection right back in.
For the first time in my life I was fucking a girl! And, to my delightful surprise, that girl was doing a damn-fine job of fucking me! We two inexperienced persons settled into an awkward copulation rhythm which was sometimes slow and sometimes fast.
My cock had found a heavenly home right here on earth inside my sister’s 14-year-old pussy. Silky, soft vaginal flesh caressed my hardened erection. After its painful sexual initiation, the sticky-slick pussy was joyfully accepting its role as a vessel designed by Mother Nature to house and shelter a guy’s erect manhood.
On the other hand, judging by the pleasurable squeals and moans Punita mouth was emitting, it came to my mind that my sister might be thinking Mother Nature had designed a cock with the sole purpose of being a tool used for boring into vaginal caverns and giving them blissful delight. Why, I do believe this girl was having as much of this fucking fun as I was!
My cock was moving in and out in a series of jackrabbit quick thrusts when I felt a wetness I’d never felt before. It felt to me like Punita’s pussy was spraying my pubic loins with a misty wetness. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear my sister’s pussy was squirting me with some kind of girlie girl cum.
Punita’s squealing moans were furious now and she was jerking against me fast and hard. Suddenly, I knew she was cumming with my cock buried deep inside her pussy. She wasn’t speaking, at least I heard no intelligible words, but I knew orgasms had a hold on this girl’s feminine body and mind.
I knew my sister was having a good time. I knew because I was having a good time, too. Violent orgasms claimed my mind and took possession of my senses. My cumming cock was again spewing streams of sticky slick cum.
Punita’s tight little hole didn’t have enough room to hold a big chunk of cock meat and all the liquefied male milk, too. Squishy squashy cum spurted out with each inward thrust. Milky wetness covered our loins.
Hot cream spurred my sister’s pussy to spasm again as another round of orgasms wracked her body. She wiggled and squirmed. She bucked and jumped. Her carnivorous cunt muscles were chewing my swollen cockshaft.
Every ounce of my semen and sperm was deposited inside a cozy, warm, wet vaginal vault. My cock wanted to be locked in there, too. I would have been perfectly contented to have stayed inside the welcoming womb all day and all night, but a cooler head prevailed. “Natwar,” Punita whispered. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long!’
“It feels like the most wonderful thing in the world!”
Punita stared at me with hopeful anticipation and asked, “Are you really going to ‘fuck’ my pussy again with your big penis, Natwar?”
“Well now girl,” I teasingly answered. “I’m not going to right now because I don’t believe my poor old cock can ‘stand up’ to the occasion for a while. Perhaps later you and I can come to some kind of mutual agreement for a time and a place to do it.”
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I was already feeling hungry when I passed through Narrabri, but I kept on till I got to Pilliga National Park. I stopped at the posting of the Park Service to see where the archaeological remains were. I lost both my appetite for food and for archaeology when I read: Deep in the vast Pilliga Forest lies exquisite Dandry Gorge and the magnificent Sculptures in the Scrub. This once secret location of the Aboriginal Gamilaroi People is now an extraordinary place for all to share. Visit the...
I walked to the front door and knocked. Michiko opened the door – petit, wearing a blouse and dark slacks, smiling. “You’re here!” “Obviously.” “Welcome to our home.” I gave her a hug. “You seem well.” “I’m OK. It’s been difficult. But the past week or so have seen improvement.” “Charles will be home in about an hour. Perhaps less, as it’s Friday and as he knew you would be arriving. Let me show you to your room.” “Should I get my stuff?” “No. Charles will want to help. It will make...
I looked at my notes. They were neither orderly nor compact. But they were terse and they represented, in some way, my thoughts. return to work find a place to live (do P&R want the house?) make friend[s?]? retire in eighteen months do something else (entomology; school; write;?) other? It didn’t look like much. Six points. The first and fourth were straightforward. The second was tough. Or was it? Did I want to relocate for two years or five or... ? If I were to retire, what sense...
I registered, thanked Cook and went for a walk across the bridge to the more fashionable side of Batemans Bay. I was relatively unimpressed. The cafes and windows looked like those near the Opera House, but Cook had been right: there were certainly more seniors than I’d have expected. I was too young to be retired. Or at least I thought so. I thought of having a drink prior to walking back, but picked the wrong venue. I wearing neither jacket nor tie. I shrugged to myself and walked back to...
I registered, thanked Cook and went for a walk across the bridge to the more fashionable side of Batemans Bay. I walked back to the hotel, went to my room and took a long shower. I got dressed and went down for lunch on the terrace. I had a salad and a beer and went back to my room. I must have slept as it was 15:00 only a minute or two later. I washed my face and went back to the terrace. I took volume II of Sturt’s Narrative with me. I was well into 1846 when a voice asked “How was the...
I pulled my list from my pocket. “While I was with your parents [nodding to Rachel], I tried to put together a list. But it wasn’t very long. In fact, there are only a few relevant items: return to work find a place to live (do P&R want the house?) make friend[s?]? retire in eighteen months do something else (entomology; school; write;?) And what I want to talk about is three or four of those. First, do you two want the house in Pennant Hills?” “I don’t think so,” said...
Dinner with Winnie was a pleasure. We chatted about my wanderings and about the whole notion of loss and search; it was serious, but constructive. “I understand,” Winnie said. “I may not have been devastated when I became a widow. But it was sudden and unexpected. And it changed my life.” “Ten years ago.” “Over a dozen. Time flies.” “‘Tempus edax rerum‘ is what Ovid wrote in Metamorphoses [xv: 234]. ‘Time destroys all.’ Did you ever see Golding’s translation?” “What?” “Arthur Golding. A...
I phoned Rachel when I returned to the hotel. “I met your friend Professor Wynne today.” “Oh, she’s a dear.” “Yes. To be blunt, I was wondering whether she’d be a possible friend.” “Hmmm.” “Which means?” “I’d never thought of her in such a way.” “Didn’t Patrick tell you what I said?” “Yes. But I worry.” “Foolish to worry about Winnie or – uh – Sandra.” “You’d enjoy talking to Sandra. She knows as many stories as you do.” “She lives near Kings Cross?” “Yes. On McElhone. I’m not...
Everything went smoother than I had expected. The closing was painless as the total came to less than Allianz had paid out. It turned out that Rachel had an acquaintance who worked at a “vintage clothing” shop in a mall on Castlereagh. Rachel escorted a “buyer” to Pennant Hills, where she combed through the closets and drawers and emerged with an SUV-full of clothing, coats, bags and footwear and gave Rachel a sizeable cheque. She expressed interest in the jewelry, but that (Rachel reported)...
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IncestThe part of the story before this one is under Bisexual stories by mistake! You really should read that one first. After that fantastic sex session with Louise and my daughter Sue, it became a regular thing. Whenever my wife left the house for any long period of time or, when Louise's family left and she alone, we would get together. Sometimes with Sue sometimes w/o her. About once a week for an hour, maybe two we would enjoy . Sue was getting much better at giving and receiving oral sex. I...
Incest“Please,†I begged again, “make me yours.†We retraced our steps down the High Street, stopping to look in the shop windows and steal a kiss in the darker doorways. Despite taking over two hours to eat a bowl of delicious pasta, drink a bottle of wine and a cup of excellent coffee it was still only 9:30 when we returned to his flat. We agreed it was probably too early to go to bed so cuddled up on the sofa and he told me about Naples, the Venus with the Perfect Bum sculpture in the art gallery...
MatureCase 1: The Sexy Turnabout A flash of lightning illuminates the dark room and gives life to the shadows of statues lining the extended hallway of what appears to be in a large mansion. The sound of heavy breathing fills the air along with the pitter patter of heavy foot steps. "M-must keep g-going..." A male voice pants. "Ergh...my heart..." "Heh heh heh..." Another voice cackles. "W-who are you?" The man cries out wearily. Another flash of lightning followed by the clap of thunder. "W-why...
Turnabout is fair play. Kim came home , still dressed in workout clothes and sweaty from a long session. When she realized Andrea was gone and would be out for sometime, she stepped into my room."So, you fucked Karen, didn't you?""Yes I did.""I didn't think you had it in you.""You were wrong.""Andy tells me you always had a high sex drive, how did you manage without? A little internet porn? Spend all night in here alone jerking off? Feel like less of a man, losing your woman?"I didn't respond....
TURNABOUT VIRUS By Dee Dee Perri CHAPTER 1 Dr. Harold Haas handed the younger man a glossy print. "And this?" "What is this Harry?" Smirked Dr. Carl Stine. "A post-dissertation exam?" Even at fifty, Carl still had that boyish quality that had been his trade mark back in the old days at Cal Tech. All those years working in corporate America, double breasted suits and all, hadn't completely erased the child that had come into Dr. Hass' laboratory, some twenty-five years...
As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as this disclaimer is attached, no fee is charged, and I am credited as the author (I've actually gotten hate mail for having claimed to write my own stories, because other people have made...
Greetings. A few years back I wrote this story. It never made it on to FM or any list. So for those who may have missed it before, here it is slightly expanded. Thanks to CJ, who asked me to write the tale and who sent it back to me. Star Trek is owned by Paramount - the lucky stiffs, and I'm just playing with the characters. Turnabout Intruder: Part 2 By Eric ([email protected]) (Note: The ending of this show always has irritated me. They rushed it because they didn't want...
Turnabout Is Fair Play By (Miss) Zagros Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu Copyright 2001 (Miss) Zagros Carolyn Mingmei Kimiko Wu Sunday, 7:30 AM As John Taylor awoke in his 7th story apartment at 1200 Lakeshore on Lake Merritt in Oakland, he looked out his window onto the lake and sighed. Soon this wonderful view would be gone unless he could come up with cash and quick. He knew that this was the day that many of the Chinatown merchants came to deposit their week's payroll at the...
"Turnabout is Fair Play" (Another Terry and Joe Production) (Kinda, sorta, the sequel to "Jolene") Joe adjusted his tie as he checked himself out in the mirror in the waiting room. "Not bad, if I do say so myself," he smiled and winked at the handsome devil looking back at him. "You can come in now, Joe," came a feminine, but very stern voice from the other side of the door. Whistling a happy tune, he took one last look at the sharply dressed guy in the glass and they...
Turnabout By Margaret Jeanette Margaret and Stanley Morgan were making love. Maggie was on top of Stanley. That was how they'd made love for the last three years. They finished, and when Maggie grabbed at the clothing on the floor she found she'd grabbed Stanley's under shorts. On impulse she put them on, then reached down and grabbed her panties and tossed them to Stanley. He asked what he was supposed to do with them. She told him to put them on. He protested and she...
Turnabout By Mr 20 Inch Biceps He waited in the alley. He waited for the one he had chosen. She was plain, a brunette, but with all the curves in the right places. He'd taken his time to find her. Today marked a year of his 'fishing' for new partners to dominate. He'd had many partners; perhaps too many to recall; but today was special. It marked a year of his prowling the streets of the city looking for that someone who'd gone without; who was vulnerable and perhaps just a little...
Test Subject Turnabout Introduction As mentioned elsewhere, I read TG Comics on the web, and find the graphics engaging. Sometimes I catch a panel or two that piques my interest and I wonder about it. In this case, several months ago, I was reading 'The Right Man' and a few middle of the story panels caught my attention. The antagonist has drugged a young woman (date rape) at a club, and has brought her back to his place. Before he can do anything, the protagonist gets him to...
Turnabout Trip By Heather St. Claire Patrick and Stephanie had been married almost nine years when they made their fateful visit to the Pleasure Palace, Las Vegas' Mecca for techno- sexuals and lovers of all kinds. They were both approaching their 30th birthdays, and at first glance, both were still quite attractive. Stephanie's long red hair was still thick and full and shiny; her green eyes still flashed with a sexual hunger; her 38 D breasts didn't show a bit of sag; and there...
Ever wondered how the events of 'Turnabout Intruder' might have played out in the mirror universe? STAR TREK: MIRROR UNIVERSE TURNABOUT by BobH (c) 2014 All characters herein are the property of Paramount Pictures -1- I beamed down to Camus II with a security team of five redshirts loyal to me, materializing in a large, recently-unearthed subterranean chamber. Janice Lester and her toady Arthur Coleman were waiting for us, as arranged. My...
Turnabout Possession Emily couldn't say what it was that woke her in the dark hours of the early morning, but it wasn't the restful awakening that comes after a full night's sleep. Her eyes wanted nothing more than to glue themselves shut and return to their rest, but something kept her from letting them have their way. Blearily searching the oppressive darkness of her ceiling, Emily tried to pinpoint the reason she'd been awoken. Did she need to use the restroom? It wouldn't be out of...
HorrorTURNABOUT AT THE BEACHChapter 1Dotty and Carol had been best friends for years. They both worked in the accounting department of a small insurance firm and their families had gotten together often for picnics and such over the years, until Carol’s husband, Roger, had died five years earlier. Although the two remained close, the family get-togethers had ceased. Dotty and her husband, Mike had a son in high school, Greg, who was the same age as Carol’s only child, Beth. Spring had arrived and...
Sarah’s nipple was so responsive within his mouth that he had to struggle to keep his suction gentle. Her center was so slick under his hands that he could add his second finger to his index. Her grip on them was tight, but he could tell that she was nearly ready for him. As he was entirely ready for her, his phallus swollen to the point of pain, feeling somehow tight. Chad’s lips on her breast were so luscious that she could almost feel her nipples stretch towards his mouth. His fingers on...
Roundabout Inhaling deeply and sharply, I could feel you behind me before you even touched me, like you were giving off some sort of electrical charge. I held that breath in anticipation of your touch, my whole body tingling, blood rushing straight to my nipples and pussy. As I turn to look at you, you gently but firmly put one hand to the back of my head to hold it straight, and one to the small of my back. Slowly you run your fingers down my long, wavy hair till you reach my waist. A shiver...