Andersonville 8 The return of Tom McClain
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Tom came to find me in my bedroom straightening up.
“I told her it was over,” Tom said “I think she was screwing someone else anyway” “Can you believe what just happened?” I asked. I’d just caught my twin brother wanking with my dirty panties on his face, sucked him off, and then had him lick me to a screaming orgasm through my underwear. It had been a strange twenty minutes to put it mildly. “It was the most terrifying, and then the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. ” he said “Was that illegal?” “I don’t know about illegal, but definitely immoral. It was so fucking hot though, that these knickers are drenched” I replied. When did my brother’s cock get so beautiful? He was stood in the doorway still naked, and I was just wearing pants and socks. My nipples were like bullets, and I could feel the familiar churning in my pussy. “Can we do it again sometime Suze?” he asked. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue. My throat was feeling dry and I think I was blushing. “I’d certainly like to,” I croaked, “but we stop short of sex. I’m not sure how I’d cope with full blown incest.” I watched that glorious cock twitching back to life. “I need a pee.” He stammered, and went to the bathroom. I had an urge. I’d always been fascinated with the erotic side of pissing. I followed him into the bathroom. “Do you want some help?” I asked. For the second time this evening, Tom jumped nearly out of his skin. “What do you mean?” he gasped. “Relax” I said, as I knelt next to him and took his prick in my hand. “Just do what comes naturally.” “I can’t hold it” he whimpered. “I don’t want you to” I replied. I pulled back his foreskin and felt his prick swell in my hand. A powerful jet of hot piss burst into the toilet bowl. Tom sighed as if he was cumming again. I stared in fascination as the fluid spurted forth from the eye at the end of his manhood. The flow began to reduce, and I began to direct the diminishing stream around the bowl. His cock was beginning to stiffen in my grasp. As the stream began to break up into drips, I could resist it no longer. I pulled his cock towards my mouth, the last few drops falling onto my tits. I glanced down to see a drop of his piss clinging to my left nipple and shuddered. I looked directly into the eye of his cock, and then probed it with the tip of my tongue. By now, Tom was fully erect. I ran my tongue over the head of his prick and around the rim of his helmet. The piss was slightly salty, but largely tasteless. Tom had taken one of my plaits in each of his hands, and was pushing his prick against my lips. “Wait a second,” I gasped breathlessly, “I’m going to suck you off, but want you to cum on my tits this time.” “It’s a deal,” he panted as his cock moved into my willing mouth. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about doing just that.” I gripped his balls with my left hand, and steadied myself with my right. I moved my lips up and down the length of his shaft, creating a vacuum. Tom held onto my hair for dear life, his hips rocking in time with my lips. I was becoming convinced he’d forget to withdraw, but didn’t really mind. As I’ve said before, I love the taste of spunk, and my brother’s was pretty special. Just the Tom pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible plop. His prick was bouncing up and down with a life of its own. He let go of my hair with his right hand and grasped his shaft. I looked on mesmerised as he gripped the shaft, and pulled his foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple head. I reached around to his arse cheeks with my right hand, whilst keeping a grip on his balls with my left. Tom began to gasp, and I stuck my right index finger up his arse hole to the first knuckle. He squealed and jerked, and I watched his delicious creamy spunk erupt from the eye from which his piss had poured just minutes before. Four jets of spunk landed squarely on my tits. As he finished, I took Tom’s softening prick and once again licked him clean. Tom sank back and sat against the bath, totally exhausted. I wasn’t finished though, and lifted my breasts up towards my mouth in turn, licking off as much of the rapidly cooling spunk as I could reach. I took the finger that had been shoved up Tom’s arse, and scooped the remaining spunk off my tits and into my mouth. The combined smell and taste was a heady cocktail of debauchery and I loved it. Tom began to stand. “That was incredible” he stammered. “It’s your turn now. Do you want me to go down on you?” “I’ve got a better idea” I responded. “Follow me.” I led him into my bedroom and climbed onto my bed. I reached into the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet and pulled out a seven inch black rubber dildo. “I want you to fuck me with this” I said. “I’ve never actually got the whole thing up me yet, but I think I’m wet enough now.” I pushed my pink cotton pants down my legs and showed Tom my pussy for the first time. I keep my fair pubic hair neatly trimmed into a landing strip. I have long labia and they peek out even when I’m not aroused. When I get horny they swell up and can be seen through the fabric of my pants. As you might be able to tell, I’ve spent quite a lot of time rubbing myself off in front of a mirror. I love to watch myself whilst I’m masturbating. I lay back on my bed, and lifted my legs apart. I ran my finger between my pussy lips as Tom stood at the foot of the bed. It was hard to believe but his magnificent cock was twitching back to life again. His girlfriend must have been a complete twat to have made him keep this crowd pleaser in his trousers. I pulled my wet finger from my pussy and offered it to my brother. He sucked it into his mouth greedily. He then moved to the foot of the bed, and placed the bulbous head of the dildo against my aching cunt. He gently rotated the seven inches of black rubber, and slowly pushed it into my sopping wet fanny. The rubber cock made squelching noises as he began to rub it in and out of my pussy. I get very wet very quickly when aroused, and I’d never been as aroused as I was right now. Pussy juice was dribbling over my thighs and onto my bed. Tom moved his head down and began lapping first at the juice on my thighs, and then hunting for my clit. He hit the magic button and I felt as if an electric shock had been fired through my body. My shoulders and hips left the bed and I felt as if I was floating. Tom began to lap at my clit more vigorously whilstTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
This is from an email I got from Mistress Suzy about her and her new fuck toy. This is the entire email - 100% from her. You can see why we get along! LOLOk so here's my story I've been waiting to tell you about this video camera scope thing-a-ma-bobber. It has a handheld monitor that is attached to a cable with a camera on the end of it. Well we started off by practicing with it by checking out inside our nose and ears. Just putting the camera end under our nostrils. Looked kinda cool. Then...
Having already fucked Suzy once i was keen to fuck her again.I got the chance when i saw her in a club in town.She was dressed in a tight top and a very small skirt.She came up to me and said in a very slurred voice,"I fancy a dance with a fit youmg man".At this she dragged me onto the club floor.She was soon running her hands all over me and eventually moved down to my crotch.She felt my cock and said,"Whose a big boy".She then took my hand and lifting her skirt up,slipped my hand into her...
Sue Ryan, nineteen years old, was engaged to be married. Not with her parents' complete approval, for the match was slightly suspect. Ben Jackson, her fianc, was considerably older than Sue - thirty-three. While some people considered him an interesting and entertaining man, others considered him a drunk and a weakling. Both sides had grounds for their opinions. Ben was a professor of literature at the college Sue attended. To her, he was fabulously romantic. His romanticism included those...
Sue and Ben became engaged. Not immediately. First there was the hurdle of her parents to overcome. Sue loved her parents very much. They had spoiled her terribly. Her father was a tall, austere man, a model of rectitude. As befitted the head of an investment firm, he exuded correctness. Sue's mother was a nonentity. Her father ruled the household. Her mother did little but lie around and invent new illnesses. Her sex life hardly existed. But both Sue's parents were naturally leery of...