Jack and Jill – A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

by Lubrican

We’ve all heard the tale, but here’s the rest of the story, wherein we find out WHY Jack and Jill went up that hill to fetch that pail of water. And what happened up there anyway, to cause them to come tumbling down? Was it the water that made Jill’s belly swell … or Jack?
“Jack and Jill went up a hill, to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.”

Jack and Jill – A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

by Lubrican

Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack, who had a twin sister named Jill. They lived with their widowed mother in a small cottage at the bottom of a big hill. You may even have heard of them. There was a well known poem that was written about them going up that hill to fetch a pail of water. But what you probably DON’T know is the REST of the story of what happened that day.

Jack was a strapping lad, 5’10”, wide at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, with bulging muscles all over his body. That’s because Jack spent most of his day going up and down that hill, fetching pails of water. His mother ran a laundry business, you see, and used a LOT of water. Because of this, Jack had procured bigger and bigger buckets, so he wouldn’t have to make so many trips up and down the hill. These large buckets weighed a lot, and Jack got awfully buff carrying them.

The reason he didn’t want to make so many trips wasn’t because he was lazy. It was because in those days, only women brought clothes to the village laundress, so, if he was in or around the cottage, he got to see all the pretty girls as they brought their family’s laundry. Now those girls weren’t blind, and many of them looked very favorably on Jack’s bulging muscles, so much so that the little shed in back of the cottage had been used many times by Jack, who wanted to show the girls ALL his muscles. He had a nice little mattress stashed out there and spent many happy times planted between the legs of a willing lass, more or less fucking their brains out.

In point of fact, there had been a rash of girls turning up with swollen bellies around the village. Had there been any detectives in the village, they would have found that the common denominator between all those girls was the fact that they all went to Jack’s mother with their laundry.

So, you ask, why didn’t one (or more) of those knocked up beauties claim Jack for the husband they all needed? It was because Jack was … well … stupid. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they’d starve if they had to depend on him for support.

So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was … well … hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl’s cervix so that during those two orgasms (at least) his spooge shot straight into their nubile young wombs.

So, you ask, why, if he was so huge, and went in so deep, and was undoubtedly extremely painful to have in you for the first two or three minutes, did all these girls allow him to do just that? It was because it took Jack at least fifteen minutes to have those two orgasms of his, which meant the girls often had ten or twelve of them, almost in a row.

Which is how it was that Jack got caught by his twin sister Jill one day. She had been helping her mother, as usual, when she was sent to fetch a piece of rope from the shed. As she approached the half closed door, she heard coos and sighs and giggles coming from inside. When she peeked in, she saw Tammy Johnson with her skirts up around her stomach, legs spread wide and hands planted firmly on Jack’s bare buttocks, pulling him toward her. Jack’s trousers were down around his knees.

Jill heard a squishing sound and bent down to peer between his legs. there she saw Jack’s heavy swinging sack full of juice, and in front of that was his wrist thick cock, burrowing into Tammy’s welcoming pussy. Jack was huffing and puffing as he pounded in and out, and he sighed loudly as he said “I’m gonna do it again, Tammy, I’m gonna squirt again.” Tammy looked like she couldn’t hear him, or didn’t care. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut as she wiggled all over that invading cock.

Then, to Jill’s horror, she saw thick white cream spurting out all around the sides of her brother’s penis and she knew that he had put his seed in poor Tammy’s pussy. She thought he must be having his way with the poor girl, and reached for a shovel to bash him on the head and save her friend. But, as she raised it, she heard Tammy say “Ohhhhh Jack, I can feel it shooting way up inside me, and it feels soooo nice. Can you keep going a little more?”

Well, when Jill reported what she’d seen to her mother, the shit hit what would have been the fan if they’d have had fans back in those days. Jack was “grounded”, which back then meant that he had to sit on the ground where his mother could see him until she sent him on some chore.

Poor Jack, used to emptying his balls in a willing girl four or five times a day was completely unhappy. And he couldn’t even sneak off and get his rocks off because every errand his mother sent him on involved Jill going too. She was his watchdog. Other boys might have been mad that their sister ratted them out, but Jack loved his sister Jill and, in truth, he hadn’t been spending much time working lately. He trudged into the house with a barrel of soap on his shoulder, a task that should have taken two grown men, and placed it gently on the floor. He casually made a fist and smashed the head of the barrel to pieces. “Here, Ma, I opened it for you,” he said. His mother just shook her head and said “Jack, we need more water.” As he turned to go get the bucket she added “And Jill, go with him.”

Thus it was that Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water.

Once there, Jack set the big bucket down. He went to the big handle on the spindle of the well and began to wind it, drawing up the first bucket of water to fill his big pail. Jill watched, as his big shoulder muscles bulged and rippled. She could see why the village girls hung around so much. He was a good looking boy. She felt a warm ball in the pit of her stomach as she watched him work. As soon as it was up he dumped it in the pail and then dropped the bucket back down the well. There was a long silent space as it fell and then a splash when it hit.

“Wow” said Jill. “I didn’t know the well was so deep.” She walked over and tried to look down the well. The wall around it was stone, and quite thick, and she couldn’t see well, so she leaned further … and further … and further, until she was almost lying on top of the wall around the well.

A gust of wind blew her skirt up around Jill’s waist. Jack stared. You see, in those days, panties, or “small clothes” as they were called then, were a luxury and only the wealthy wore them. So Jill’s cute teenage muffy was obscenely exposed because her legs were also splayed open for balance as she tried to peer down into the well. Jill had an extremely cute muffy too. Her honey blond pubic hair was short and smooth, and did nothing whatsoever to cover up her plump pink pussy lips, which winked invitingly to Jack.

Or at least he thought they winked at him. Right then Jack had been suffering a case of the blue balls for about three days because his nooky had been cut off, so any pussy Jack saw would probably look like it was winking at him. In any case, Jack wasn’t the sharpest tack in the box, and when he saw a pussy of any kind, he was used to sticking his aching boner in it and letting it squirt.

In a thrice (which today is sometimes called a “New York Minute”) Jack had his trousers down around his ankles and had waded in between his sister’s spread legs. His bone, which had been hard for over 24 hours now, was ready to go and, without thinking much about it, Jack stuck it in his sister’s virgin pussy from behind.

Only one thing saved Jill from being ripped to shreds. Jack, primed to fire for days, had no sooner gotten the slim head of his massive hardon inside Jill’s tight little pussy lips than he fired off a great salvo of thick slippery cum. That cum filled Jill’s pussy to the brim, producing a distinct farting sound as all the air in her pussy was expelled rapidly around Jack’s invading prick. Then, as his rod bored on into her poor untried puss, all that slippery cum provided the lubrication that kept him from tearing her to pieces.

Still, her pussy, having had nothing larger than her own slim finger in it, rebelled mightily and clamped down hard. While Jack’s peter wanted to go all the way, it was prevented. The force of his lunge, however, caused Jill to slide forward until her upper body was hanging unsupported over the empty well hole.

Thankfully, some dim part of Jack’s mind saw that she was in danger of falling into the well and he reached out and grabbed her naked hips, pulling her backward forcefully.

Now, as stated before, Jack was a big boy, and when his muscles bulged, Jill’s hips snapped back and her buttocks slammed into his abdomen. She, naturally, let out a banshee shriek, since that powered the rest of his oversized dick to the very end of her unused tunnel. In short, it felt like somebody had shoved a tree trunk up her snatch.

Well, that’s how it felt to HER. For Jack it was a new sensation. Jill had been a virgin until his lust fixed that once and for all. She was therefore quite tight and her snug pussy was fighting with his invading cock, squeezing it and trying to push it back out. All of the girls Jack usually screwed were sluts, whose pussies were well used and loose as a result. So the feeling of having his long hard bone planted firmly in his sister’s wonderfully tight pussy was something he noticed. “I love you Jilly” he grunted. Then he pulled out and slammed back in.

“OH! OUCH!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!!!” screamed Jill, who had already decided that this fucking business was WAY WAY overrated, and had all but given up men in the few short seconds she had experienced ‘sex’.

But then an amazing thing happened. As Jack began pistoning his peter in and out of Jill’s overstuffed pussy, it began to stretch. His first load of incestuous sperm had indeed made her pussy walls nice and slippery, which meant Jill began to feel the bumps and ridges of his cock as her channel was massaged by his fuck stick. Then, as she became even more used to the feel of something long and stiff inside her, she began to also feel it as the tip of his cock nosed into her cervix on each trip in. The millions of nerve endings in her cervix decided they LIKED being stimulated by his overbearing cockhead, and began sending “HEY! I LIKE THIS” signals to her brain.

“Ohhh my” she groaned, confused that her anger seemed to be fading away, as it was replaced by … pleasure! Yes! And not only pleasure; very EXTENSIVE pleasure. Her pussy was tingling in a way that she instinctively knew would get better and better and better if she let him go on.

Jack, having blown his load early in the game, was content (and able) to happily ream out the luscious pussy in front of him, and he was having a great time. Granted, he was a little forceful, his loins smacking into Jill’s butt cheeks with an audible sound every two or three seconds. And that caused the rest of Jill, primarily the front of her upper body, which included her soft, sensitive teen breasts, to rub forcefully on the rough stone of the well rim.

“JACK!! WAIT!! PLEASE, JUST A SECOND!!” yelled Jill. Her voice echoed out of the well and sounded like it was coming from all around him and Jack instantly stopped. Jill lifted her head. “Jack, it hurts my chest to rub on the stone. Please, let me turn around or something.”

Jack hesitated, his cock still buried in nice warm pussy. Jill thought it was because he was suspicious she’d run away once he let her go, so she added “I won’t run away, I promise.”

Jack let go of her hips and pulled his cock slowly out of her body. She sighed as it went out … and out … and out … and out, until there was a distinct “Plop” as the suction was broken. Jill suddenly felt very empty. Up to that moment, she had, indeed, planned on trying to talk some sense into her brother. She had hoped that, once he stopped and her dress was covering her again, he might be able to get control of himself and stop abusing her. But, as she turned around and saw what had, until only seconds ago, been buried inside her body, she shuddered and her pussy wept gobs of slick juice. Her plan changed.

“If I let you … go on … will you promise to take it out before you make a baby in me?” she said, looking guardedly at her brother, whose hand had gone to his cock and was stroking it casually.

Jack had been about to apologize for assaulting her and was going to beg for her to forgive him and the fact that he couldn’t resist her. Instead, in a somewhat surprised voice he said “Um … sure, OK” He was staring at the front of her dress where her breasts pushed out. “Are your boobies OK?” he asked.

Jill’s hands came up an cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly. She was surprised at how nice that felt. “Yes, they’re fine.” she answered.

“Can I see them?” asked her brother. A big drip of silvery cream oozed out of the tip of his cock and started to fall to the ground. It hung by a long white thread, swinging back and forth in the slight breeze.

Jill felt her pussy clench again. “Uh huh” she said, and opened the buttons of her dress. They went all the way down the front of her dress, and, when they were all open, she had the strangest urge to just drop the dress. She did so, standing naked before her brother.

Jack stared. He’d never seen any girl so beautiful in his life. She was perfectly formed. Her breasts were reddish from having been rubbed so hard during his earlier fuck thrusts. Her nipples were dark and turgid. He wanted to taste them. His cock dripped some more love juice as he shuffled toward his sister.

Jill saw him coming. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to plug that dripping monster back in her tight little pussy. The pussy in question spritzed at the thought. She decided that she didn’t mind after all that this had happened. She turned quickly and lay her dress out on the ground, then sat down on it. She lay back, spreading her legs and raising her knees, making a saddle for him to mount her in. “Please …” she whispered. “Be gentle.”

Jack knelt between her open legs. His cock was so long that it flopped down, slapping her pussy lips. She winced and he realized how close he had come to hurting her earlier. For the first time he compared his cock to the abdomen of the girl he was about to put it in and realized just how big he was. For the first time in is life, Jack slid his prick into a lover tenderly, carefully, a little at a time. The top of his dong scraped along Jill’s clitty, which had never felt anything like that, and immediately reported that it was INSANELY happy.

Jack was rewarded, when he finally felt his pubes mesh with hers, by her wail of happiness as she crashed into her very first orgasm. Her pussy went crazy, trying to eat his cock as it spasmed and writhed around the massive invader that was causing her so much pleasure. Her hips thrust upward suddenly, reclaiming the inch or two that Jack had just pulled out. She began chanting “Oh Jackie … oh Jackie … oh Jackie” and all he had to do was stay still as her pussy fucked his cock.

What happened next depends on which story you accept. Some folks think that Jack was just lost in the throes of pleasure and forgot his promise to pull out of his sister before he came. Others say that he stayed in her on purpose, hoping to fertilize her garden with his seed. Still others say that he DID pull out, and that the baby was the result of his FIRST ejaculation, when he first entered her. Regardless of who you believe – and Jack’s not talking – it is crystal clear that at some point Jack’s prick was lodged deep in his sister and that it went off like an exploding volcano. His sperm-laced semen flooded her pussy, and probably her womb itself, based on the fact that he could produce a full quarter of a cup of semen per ejaculation.

Of course the point might be moot, since there is yet another group of people in the village who swear that Jack kept fucking his sister regularly after that trip up the hill. This group, of course, are all the girls who mysteriously got pregnant after taking their family’s laundry to Jack and Jill’s mother.

That theory also cannot be proven, because neither Jack, NOR Jill are talking. It’s true that they sleep in the same bed, in the same room, but then their family is poor and can’t afford a big house.

What IS known is that something happened up there that caused Jill to begin chasing her brother down the hill, throwing the pail, rocks, sticks and everything else she could find at him. There were witnesses. Jill was naked and she was screaming “You promised, you PRICK”.

Then Jack, who was holding up his pants, and who’s penis was seen to be flopping around in the air in front of him, tripped on something and went down hard.

Hence “Jack fell down and broke his crown.”

Normally the word ‘crown’ means also ‘head’, and here again there are different theories as to which ‘head’ Jack injured. When he fell down, Jill caught up to him and apparently tripped on the same thing he did, because she fell right on top of him and they rolled into a big bunch of bushes where they could not be seen.

So none of the witnesses could tell exactly where he was injured. Or she either, for that matter.

Hence the last line of the poem “And Jill came tumbling after.”

It is presumed that Jill was hurt in the tumble, because while they were both hidden in the copse, she was heard to cry out and wail. Some said the sounds were those of pleasure, and some said they were cries of pain. The only words anyone heard, and could actually understand, were her loud cries of “YOU PROMISED YOU BASTARD.”

The witnesses were intrigued enough by those sounds to wait around, and they later saw Jill exit the bushes, this time dressed, with Jack close behind. He was smiling quite widely, and she was walking bow-legged.

Nine months later, of course, Jill gave birth to a baby boy, and, though she works at the laundry all day and has no known men callers, she appears to be pregnant with another child.

Jack has settled down and isn’t wild at all. He smiles a lot. And he hasn’t chased any of the village girls for over a year either. While most boys his age have left home to seek their fortunes, he stays there, hauling water day after day.

Maybe his mom’s just a good cook.

The End

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Buffy Goes To Camp

by Lubrican

Buffy Goes To Camp

by Lubrican

Buffy could hardly wait to get to acting camp. She’d gone every year since she was ten and she loved it. It was outdoors, which she liked because she was a city girl, but what she liked the most was that she had friends there she rarely got to see.

One of them was Megan, who was a special friend. They had learned to masturbate together at acting camp three years ago. They had been roommates that year and Megan taught her how wonderful it felt to stroke her little clitty and stick fingers and other things in her pussy.

Another was her summertime boyfriend, Jack. They lived too far apart to go steady all the time, but at camp they snuck away as much as they could do kiss and pet. Jack was the first boy to touch Buffy’s hot pussy, and slide his finger in it. That had happened just last year. Buffy didn’t want to get a reputation as a slut, so she didn’t let the boys she went to school with do things like that to her. When she went on dates she kissed passionately, and had even jacked a few boys off – something Jack had taught her last year – but she never let them touch anything except her full teen breasts.

That was usually enough for most boys. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were large and heavy, but didn’t sag even half an inch. They were topped with crinkley brown areolas and nice pencil sized nipples that got hard and long when boys played with them. One boy wanted to suck them, but she didn’t let him. She was saving that for Jack … this year.

Then there was Bob. He was a counselor at Acting Camp. He was a good acting coach, but mostly the girls liked him because he was handsome, and he always told the girls how beautiful they were, and what fantastic actresses they were.

But what they liked best was that he acted WITH them to help them understand the techniques required. For instance, Bob was the one who had taught every girl in Acting Camp how to properly do a screen kiss. Until you were 13, screen kisses had to be done by putting the lips on just the corner of the mouth, turning the head so that the audience couldn’t see that it wasn’t really a kiss. Up to about age 16, kisses were full contact with the lips, but nothing else. Bob’s lips were always soft and warm and jelly-like, and his screen kisses made the girls all feel funny inside. Once you were seventeen or older, he gave private lessons on how to make it look like you were doing a French kiss on screen. They were private, he said, because the younger kids didn’t need to see that kind of thing.

A lot of girls came out of those private lessons with a far away look in their eyes. If people would have looked closer they might have noticed that some of these girls walked a little funny too. And if they would have noticed that, they might have noticed that those girls were the ones who came back to acting camp until they were in their twenties, getting private instruction from him on a variety of things. But nobody noticed.

Another type of private lesson he gave involved boys. He’d pick a boy and a girl, usually who were boyfriend and girlfriend at camp. Then he’d teach them the physical strokes that went along with kissing. First, he’d demonstrate by kissing the girl and running his hands all over her body, cupping her breasts and pulling her to him with his hands on her buttocks. Once she was panting he’d let the boy practice and have the girl tell him if he was doing it right or not. If anyone would have noticed, they’d have noticed that these boys and girls often ended up out in the woods together on nature walks, or off to one side in the swimming lake.

Acting camp was set up so that two girls shared a room, or two boys shared a room. The cabins were duplexes of a sort, with a common wall and the doors led out onto a common porch. These units were called quads, because four students were housed in each one. Usually there were four girls to a quad, or four boys, but, occasionally, it turned out that half a quad had boys in it, while the other half had girls.

That was what happened this year, as Buffy found out when her parents let her out at camp and drove off, telling her to have a nice summer. She had called ahead to make sure that she and Megan got put together. They screamed and giggled when they saw each other, like fifteen year old girls do, and then went to find out who their quad mates were. It turned out to be two boys they’d never met, so after saying, “Hi,” they went off to the dining hall to get a snack and renew old friendships.

When Jack showed up there was a tearful reunion, with hot kisses, until a counselor told them to break it up. She told him where her quad was and mentioned there were two boys on the other side, both new and both only about eleven. He got a look in his eye and said he’d be right back. The next thing she knew he was back, saying that he and Mark Simpson were now her and Megan’s quad mates! Buffy smiled, knowing that Megan had the hots for Mark and had for several years. He had an acting camp girlfriend named Nancy, but she’d moved away during the school year and wasn’t expected to come back this year.

And so it was, that, after supper and campfire, all four teens ended up on the porch of the quad, flirting. Buffy and Jack happily refreshed their relationship by kissing and groping each other passionately, while Megan and Mark watched. When Megan suggested that it looked like fun, Mark jumped at the chance. Megan was as much of a fox as Buffy even if her hair was as black as Buffy’s was platinum blond. Soon Megan and Mark were kissing hotly and, while their hands didn’t stray farther than each other’s backs and sides, they felt good non-the-less.

The next day Buffy signed up for the classes she wanted. Her very first one was with Bob and she squealed happily when she saw him. Her hug was forceful and she pressed her ripening body against him as he smiled and hugged her back.

“Good Grief, girl!” he exclaimed. “What in the world are they feeding you. You look like you’re about twenty-one!”

Buffy dimpled at him and said, “You know I’m only fifteen, you big flirt.”

He held her away and his hungry eyes swept over her body. “Well you sure can’t tell by looking. I think I might make a special exception and give you some private lessons this year. Would you like that?”

Buffy knew a little bit about what private lessons entailed. It was hard to get anything out of the kids who went to private lessons. They wouldn’t talk about what went on behind those closed doors. But once in a while somebody would let something slip, and you could see from what the boys and girls did after those lessons that they must be pretty hot. “Oh YES!” she chirped. “Could Megan come too? Pleease?”.

Just then Megan came up, having signed up for the same class. Again there were squeals and hugs and as Bob held the girl he said, “I think we could arrange that. Megan, would you like me to make a special exception and give you and Buffy some private lessons? Do you think you guys are old enough for that?”

Megan smiled widely. “YES!” she yelled, and jumped up in the air.

“Keep it down”: advised a grinning Bob. “We don’t want the other girls to get jealous, now do we?” The girls quieted immediately. “OK, now, you two come to my cabin tonight during free time and we’ll start the lessons, OK? And not a word to anyone.” He thought for a minute. “Do you two have boyfriends here at camp?”

Buffy jumped up and down. “I do! His name is Jack!”

Megan said “I met a guy last night and I like him a lot. His name is Mark, but I don’t suppose you could call him my boyfriend.”

“Has he kissed you yet?” asked Bob, looking intently at the girl.

“Oh yeah, we made out last night,” she giggled.

“OK … hmmmmmm … well, I tell you what, girls … let’s keep it secret from the boys for a few days, and if it looks like it will work out with you two girls we might even expand it to include the boys. How’s that?”

Both girls knew enough about private lessons that they knew there was some kind of sex involved. That was fine with Megan, because she had a big secret that she hadn’t even told Buffy yet. She was waiting for the right time, when the two girls could be alone for a while. Megan had taught Buffy everything she knew about sex, and now maybe they could both learn some more together.

“We PROMISE!” both girls said, putting their dainty hands over their left teen breasts. Bob wished it was his hand. But there would be time enough for that later.

That night at supper the boys wanted the girls to sneak off into the woods during free time. “Oh gee, I wish we could” said Buffy, leaning over to kiss Jack lightly on the lips. “But we can’t. We sighed up for this thing and we have to do it during free time. It has to do with makeup. Maybe you guys could come along?” she said sweetly. Megan just grinned. Both boys said, “NO THANKS!” and started talking about shooting some hoops.

Freetime after supper went until lights-out, which wasn’t until eleven. There were lots of things to do during free time, including various extra classes and practice sessions. There were, as well, classes on makeup, like Buffy had alluded to, costume, set production, fund raising and all the other things that go along with small town productions, which is what most of these kids were involved in. Each counselor had his or her own list of things people could sign up for. So it wasn’t odd for the two girls to be seen going to Bob’s cabin. They’d never been in there before, and they were surprised to see how nice it was.

There was a small bathroom off one wall, and the rest of it was one room, but it was beautiful. All the furniture was made of wood from the forest, and there was carpet on the floor. There were curtains too, over all the windows. The bed was what surprised them the most, though. It was HUGE, king sized at least, and it had red satin sheets on it! There were a couple of big easy chairs that faced the bed. He also had a TV set up, with a DVD and tape player attached. It was quite a cozy place. The girls were fresh in their white camp T shirts and blue gym shorts. Both girls had their hair done up in a pony tail that bobbed and swung whenever they moved their heads. They looked delicious.

“My goodness you girls look sexy,” said Bob, who was sitting in one of the easy chairs. He was dressed in a T shirt and shorts much like theirs. His feet were bare.

“Oh Bob,” gushed Buffy “Stop that! You’re just teasing us.”

He smiled. “That, I most certainly am NOT, my sexy dears, and I think I’ll be able to prove it to you a little later on. But first! What is the one thing that will ruin a performance faster than anything else?”

“Forgetting your lines!” yelled Megan.

“No, you can always adlib,” said Bob.

“Coming in late on cue?” said Buffy.

“No, that’s not it either. If you’re late, the rest of the actors should be able to cover for you. No, this is something that only some people feel, but which can wreck a whole career.”

Megan jumped up and down “I know .. I know … STAGE FRIGHT!!”

“Exactly!” said Bob. “Excellent. And how do you battle stage fright?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” said both girls.

“Have either of you had speech in school?” said Bob.

“I have,” said Buffy.

“Did your teacher ever tell you to fight stage fright by imagining that your whole audience was naked?”

“YES! She DID say that! I remember that!” said Buffy excitedly.

“Well, I’m going to use that technique to help make sure you girls NEVER have stage fright. Only what we’re going to do is BE naked, rather than imagine somebody else being naked.” With that he stood up and took off his shirt.

Buffy shifted from foot to foot. She really wanted to see Bob naked. That would be so cool. But she wasn’t so sure about taking her own clothes off. She didn’t think she looked very good naked. “I don’t know Bob,” she said, looking at the floor.

Bob put a finger under her chin. “I bet you think your body is ugly,” he said, looking into her eyes. He saw her pupils dilate and knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “You think your breasts are too big, or too small, or the wrong shape. You probably don’t have much pubic hair, and think you should have lots more, like your mother probably does. You think your hips are wrong, or your belly button looks funny. Something like that? Am I right?” He kept staring right into her eyes.

“How did you know that?” Buffy said with a whisper.

“It’s all part of stage fright,” he said calmly. “Let me try one thing to help you, and then we’ll see if you want to stay on in private classes. Let me see you naked, and if I can agree with you on anything you don’t like about your body, you can quit. How’s that?” He darted a look at Megan, but she had her hands on the bottom of her shirt, like she was itching to take it off, so he didn’t worry about her.

“OK, I guess,” mumbled Buffy. She was nervous, but she pulled off her shirt. She really wanted to see Bob naked, and thought this was the only way. Her blue shorts were next, and she was left in a lacy white bra and even lacier blue panties. Megan had on a sports bra and yellow panties. “Aren’t you going to take off your shorts?” said Megan to Bob, who was standing there in shorts only.

“I don’t have anything on under them,” he said. “I didn’t want to make you girls nervous.”

“I won’t be nervous,” said Megan. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, baring her chocolaty smooth breasts with their black nipples. When Buffy hesitated, Megan turned to her and said, “Here, I’ll help!” She unsnapped Buffy’s bra and when Buffy put both hands on top of the bra to keep it on her titties Megan leaned down and jerked Buffy’s panties to her knees. Both girls shrieked and then giggled, but Buffy finally got up the courage to step out of them and drop her bra. Megan skinned her own panties off and stood, looking at Bob.

“Now you,” she said.

Bob stared at the two girls. They were gorgeous. Buffy had perfect breasts that looked big enough to feed babies already. Megan’s were smaller, but still nice and round. Her nipples looked like Hershey’s kisses and he wanted to taste them. He’d been right about Buffy having very little pussy hair. He could see her protruding pink lips just barely. Megan had thicker black pussy hair, but her pussy lips stuck out even further. He was very glad he’d decided to tutor these two girls. He bent over and pulled his shorts down, stepping out of them. When he stood up he said, “And this, girls, is my proof that I think you are both sexy.”

The girls stared, their mouths open, as his erection was displayed before their unbelieving eyes. His bone was at full mast, sticking straight out from his nest of curly brown hair. It was a good seven and a half inches long, and about as big around as three of the girls’ fingers. It was not circumcised, and the hood was pulled back quite a bit due to the state of his erection. His snake eye was peeking out at the world, and the two naked girls in particular.

“Buffy, he’s got a BONER!” squealed Megan and she blushed bright red.

“Oh my gosh!” said Buffy, who was staring at the stiff prick like a bird stares at a snake that’s about to eat it. “Oh my GOSH!” she squealed.

“Now girls!” said Bob in a stern voice. “That’s the whole point here. If you can learn to be comfortable around people naked, then you’ll never suffer from stage fright. Think about it. Both of you are pretty uncomfortable right now, true?”

“Yeah,” said both girls.

“OK, then, what we’re doing is working on that. We’re going to do normal things while we’re naked, until you don’t even notice it, OK? Trust me girls, this will work. I’ve done it a lot of times.”

“But you’ve got a BONER, Bob!” sighed Buffy.

“Oh, that just means he wants to have sex with us,” said Megan. “That’s all.”

“Really?” said Buffy wide eyed. “Is that true Bob? Is your … thing stiff because you want to have sex with us?”

Bob smiled. “Like I said, girls, you are both gorgeous sexy girls, and I’m a normal man, so of course I want to have sex with you. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to work on your stage fright. Nothing is going to happen to you that you don’t want to happen. Now, what shall we do to get comfortable?”

Megan was excited. Bob’s penis reminded her of her secret, and she wanted to tell Buffy in the worst way. But not yet. “Well,” she said. “We could clean the house.”

“Great idea,” said Bob and he got a broom for her. He handed Buffy a dustpan and he grabbed a rag. “I’ll dust,” he said. Then he pretended to dust while he watched the two teens move around the cabin naked. His cock got harder and harder. Usually the girls he did this with were older, but these girls were HOT and he was glad he’d taken them in. Buffy bent over to put the dustpan down and he saw her cute cunny winking at him under her butt cheeks. He wanted to slide his cock into that sweet teen pussy, but he’d have to wait. It was too soon yet. And Megan was gorgeous too. She stretched upward with the broom to get at a cobweb up on the ceiling and her legs parted as she stood on one toe.

He got a good look at her fat chewy pussy lips. He realized his hand was on his cock, jacking it slowly and made himself stop just as Buffy turned around to look at him.

But Megan had seen him. She whispered to Buffy, “He’s jackin’ off Buffy!” Buffy turned immediately. She’d jacked off a couple of boys. Megan had told her how to do it right. She liked seeing the boys dicks shoot off, except it was messy.

Buffy forgot she was naked. She marched right up to Bob and said, “You were jackin’ off, weren’t you, Bob?”

He smiled. “Like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. You girls have got me going. I wasn’t exactly jacking off. I’m just so hot that it felt good to touch myself. Don’t you touch yourself when you’re horny Buffy?” She blushed and he said “I thought so. You too I bet,” he said to Megan.

Buffy laughed and said, “You bet she does. She taught ME how to do it!”

Bob raised his eyebrows and said, “You girls are nasty … doing that together. See? That’s the kind of thing that makes me want to touch myself.” He grabbed his dong and began stroking it. “You don’t mind, do you girls? You’re so sexy and you’ve made me so hot, I can’t help it. Say it’s OK for me to do it girls, I need to get some relief!”

Both girls watched him, nodding. Their breath was coming faster. They were excited. Their nipples were stiff and achy. He stroked and a drop of man dew flipped off the tip of his prick. He was standing, legs spread, his leaking prick pointed right at the two naked girls. He jacked, staring at their nipples, dreaming of sucking them. He looked at their pussies, thinking about stroking his prick in them until the girls fainted. His sap shot out in a three foot arc and splatted on the floor right in front of Buffy’s feet. She jumped, but didn’t back up. He shot again and then three more times before he had to sit down in the chair because his knees were weak.

“Wow,” said Megan.

“Awesome,” said Buffy.

Both had itchy pussies and couldn’t wait to get home to their cabin so they could rub themselves to a nice orgasm. They stayed another hour, setting the table and then putting the silverware away. They made popcorn in the microwave and talked about the school year. Just like Bob had said, they soon quit paying so much attention to the fact that they were all naked. He sent them home, telling them to come back the next night. It was early yet, but the girls wanted to get naked again, this time in their room. They did just that and they didn’t quit masturbating until they’d each had three nice long cums.

The next night both girls got to Bob’s and started taking their clothes off without even being told. Bob looked at them and once again, when he dropped his shorts he was hard as a board. The girls giggled and Megan said, “Gee, I guess we did it again, Buffy.”

Buffy struck a pose. “That’s what you get for having us in private lessons, Bob. Are you going to beat off again tonight? That was so hot last night.”

Bob stroked his cock slowly. “I bet you girls went back to your cabin last night and touched yourselves. Didn’t you now? Come on, tell the truth.”

Buffy flamed red again. Megan smiled timidly, but nodded.

Bob kept stroking. “That makes me so hot. Yes, I’m gonna have to do it again tonight.” He stroked some more and the girls watched him closely. “I bet you girls have seen boys do this, haven’t you? I bet you helped them, didn’t you? How bout it Buffy, have you ever helped a boy get off like this? You DID, I can see it in your pretty face.”

Buffy was excited that she had made this handsome man so horny. Buffy’s face flamed red. “I HAD to. He wanted to put his hand in my panties, and the only way I could keep him from doing it was to jack him off!”

“That’s OK Buffy,” panted Bob. “It’s completely normal, and it’s a good way to keep a boy in line. I understand that boy, though. I’d like to put my hand in your panties too, Buffy. You too, Megan. I’d really like to put my hand in your panties too.”

“But we’re not wearin’ any panties, Bob!” laughed Buffy.

“You know what I mean!” huffed Bob. “I wish I could rub your pussies.”

“But you can’t! You’re our counselor! It would be wrong!” moaned Buffy.

Megan came closer to Bob. “You can rub MY pussy Bob!” she cried. She was hot as a firecracker from watching him jerk his big boner. Her secret was bursting inside her. “I NEED you to rub my pussy Bob!” she said as she came within his reach.

Bob kept one hand on his cock and he slid the other onto Megan’s floppy pussy lips. He felt them, he squeezed them, she was wet and slippery. He slid a finger up in her and she moaned. “Buffy! I have to tell you a secret!” she moaned.

Buffy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her best friend was letting Bob feel her up. Megan didn’t let boys feel her up. And now she was babbling about some secret. “What?” she said, confused.

“I said I have to tell you a secret,” panted Megan. “I was gonna wait, but I can’t … Ohhh that feels so good,” she sighed as Bob worked his thick finger in her pussy.

Buffy was still confused. Why would Megan have to tell a secret NOW? While she was being violated by her counselor?

“What are you talking about?” she whined. Watching Bob’s finger sliding in and out of her friend’s pussy was making Buffy hot. She wanted to rub her pussy, but she didn’t think she should in front of Bob.

Megan sat down in the easy chair, pulling Bob to kneel between her legs. She lay back and spread her legs wide so Bob could stick his finger in her more. He jerked with one hand and finger-fucked Megan with the other.

Megan hunched her pussy up at Bob’s finger. “You know my Uncle Frank?” Buffy nodded. “Well, I went to stay with him for New Years, while my parents were gone to New York.”

Buffy was still confused. “So what does that have to do with the fact that Bob’s got his finger in your pussy?”

“While I was there he taught me some stuff,” whined Megan.

“Stuff?” said Buffy.

“What kind of stuff Megan?” said Bob.

“He popped my cherry!” yipped Megan.

“WHAT!?” yelled Buffy.

“I SAID HE POPPED MY CHERRY!” squealed Megan. “And now I want to have something in my pussy.” Her hips were going wild.

Bob pulled his finger out of the heaving girl. “I have something to put in your sweet pussy,” he said, walking on his knees until the tip of his boner was right at the gaping entrance of Megan’s chocolate pussy.

“NO! You CAN’T!” yelled Buffy.

“YES!” yelled Megan “I WANT TO!”

Bob let his prick touch her pussy. She moaned and yelled “YES!”.

Bob slid it in … all the way in … until there was no more to give her. She went “AHHHHHHH … OH THANK YOU BOB.”

Buffy’s hand dove to her crotch and she rubbed her pussy frantically. Her best friend was being fucked right in front of her! This was the hottest thing she ever saw in her life. Bob’s complete, HUGE cock was buried in her friend’s pussy! She couldn’t believe it.

Bob started bucking his hips back and then forward, and Buffy could see that immense long thing sliding out and then back in to Megan’s pussy. It looked shiny and slick … and HUGE. But Megan didn’t act like it was too big. Quite the contrary, she cooed and held Bob to her, telling him how much she loved his big stiff prick. Pretty soon her eyes got big and she yelled, “I’m cummin’ Buffy, I’m feelin’ it good!”

And Bob was right there with her. He said, “Yes, cum all over my cock little Megan, and I’ll give you a present.” Then he stiffened and groaned and shoved his cock deep in Megan’s chocolate belly. He grunted several times and Buffy knew that his cock was squirting, just like it had the night before, except that all that stuff was going up into Megan’s pussy!

It was so hot that Buffy felt her own orgasm coming on her.

When he was done Bob dragged his shrinking prick out of Megan’s well-fucked pussy.

She lay there, legs spread, thick white spunk filling her open pussy mouth and running out and down to her butt. “Oh gee you squirted so much stuff in me Bob, what shall I do? It’s leaking out all over the place!”

Bob stood staring at the pussy he’d just filled up with his baby juice. “You should hold it in Megan.” he said. “Just put a couple of fingers over it and it’ll soak in. That way it won’t make a mess.” He secretly hoped that by holding it in she would ensure there would be a healthy kicking baby in her womb in a few months.

Buffy was getting her cookies too as she rubbed her pussy furiously. “OH! I’m gonna cum” she squealed. She was surprised when Bob appeared in front of her on his knees. His face darted to her pussy as his hand pulled her hand away. His long tongue licked her clitty and he sucked on it hard. Buffy was frozen with passion. “Ooooooo Megan he’s licking my muffy!” she cried, feeling his tongue making her happy.

“Shit! It feels good!” she moaned as she pushed her pussy into his face. He pushed her backward, toward the bed until she ran into it. She flopped back, weak with the thrills he was giving her. Now he could really press his face into her slit and he nibbled her clit.

She popped!

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she groaned as her orgasm splashed all over inside her. Her pussy squirted and Bob lapped it all up. As she came down he worked his way up and suckled her puffy and hard nipples as she sighed. Then, as she watched in awe, he fisted his slick used up prick and milked a big blob of rich white cream out of the snake-eye. As it was ready to drip off, he lowered his prick tip between Buffy’s spread naked pussy lips and rubbed that cream into her pussy mouth. He spread it all over and even tried to poke his cock in her a little, but it was too soft.

It was quiet in the room as they all panted, trying to get their breaths.

“Wow,” said Megan, looking adoringly at Bob. “We fucked!”

He nodded and said, “Are you sorry?”

“OH NO!” she squealed. “I love to fuck. It feels so good. Can we keep fucking Bob? Please?”

“I suppose so, though that’s not supposed to be in your private lessons. But what about Buffy? We don’t want to leave her out. She might feel jealous.”

Buffy opened her mouth and laughed. “You don’t need to worry about me. That thing wouldn’t fit in me in a million years. But I sure liked it when you licked my pussy. I’ve heard of that but I was too scared to let the boys do that. They might want to fuck my cherry.”

Bob looked at her hotly. He knew who was going to pluck that particular fruit.

The next night when the girls got there Bob was already naked. He let them in and by the time they were naked he had another hardon. He went up to Megan and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. Their tongues flipped and he bent his knees. He lifted one of her legs and plugged his cock into her cute teen pussy. Then he stood up and filled her belly with cock. Megan sighed with happiness as he lifted her off the floor. Then he bounced her until she was shaking she came so hard. He walked her to the bed, where Buffy was lying, spread out, finger-fucking herself rapidly.

“You guys look so hot,” she gasped as she stuck two fingers in her cunt.

Bob flopped Megan back on the bed and ate her pussy for a while. Then he crawled up and while he sucked her black nipples, he slid his cock in her again. He pounded her, fucking her with long hard strokes and she squirted on his cock again. He looked at Buffy. He wanted to shoot his sperm in her. He knew Megan would let him plant his seed in her any time, but he really wanted to pick Buffy’s fresh cherry. “You want me to lick you again?” he said, leaning over the sex crazed teen.

“Oh yeah, please suck my pussy again Bob,” she moaned.

He pulled his hard dick out of Megan and got down to feast on Buffy’s pussy. Two orgasms later he’d worked his way up to her full breasts, and was licking and sucking her inch long nipples as she squirmed under him. He let his hard cock dig into her pussy.

He kissed her. “I want to fuck you, Buffy,” he said between kisses. He poked her pussy with his cock.

“Nooooooooo you can’t,” she moaned, but she kissed him more.

“Come on, you’ll love it,” he said. He pushed and her pussy lips spread open for him.

“Nooooooo. I’m a virgin,” she whined.

“I know you are, and I want to be the first man to fill your sweet pussy up.” He pushed again and the head of his cock popped into her pussy mouth.

“Nooooo, you can’t,” she panted. But her hips pushed up. “I’m scared. You have to take it out.” Her hips pushed up again and an inch went in her.

“OK, I’ll take it out,” he said and he pushed some more. She was tight, and hot and slick.

“When are you gonna take it out, Bob?” she said, humping at him.

He sucked her nipples some more, until her pussy was jumping and had gobbled up another two inches of his boner. He had about half of it in her now.

“I’m gonna take it out soon,” he said. He looked her in the eye. She looked back. She was taking him good. He pushed the rest in her in one long, slow shove. His cock tip hit her cervix and her eyes went round and wide.

“It’s in me,” she whispered, panting. “Your cock’s in my pussy, Bob!”

“Yeah it is,” he kissed her. “But I’m gonna take it out.” He began pulling it out, an inch at a time, slowly.

Buffy decided she didn’t want it out any more. “No wait!” she said. “Leave it in a little longer.”

Bob slid it back in. Then he started fucking her. He didn’t pound Buffy. He stared into her green eyes and he pronged her gently. His cock tip kissed her cervix over and over until she trembled and shook and had her first cum with a prick in her. It was a good cum, better than her fingers would do. She loved it. She knew now why Megan let Bob fuck her so quickly.

Bob knew he had another fuck toy. He kept rodding her slowly as she came. Then, when it was over, he let himself go. He slid in a few more times and put his lips in her ear. “I’m gonna squirt now, Buffy,” he whispered. She shuddered as he pushed it in hard. “My cock’s clear in your womb, baby,” he whispered. “Here it is.” His cock bucked and a long hot silver ribbon of sperm lanced into Buffy’s womb. “I’m sperming you, baby,” he said, as two more heavy shots of juice soaked her baby box. “It’s all for you and Megan,” he said as he packed a half a cup of seed into her garden. And with every spurt, Bob hoped he was making a baby in this cute girl.

Bob made the girls take some time off. He didn’t want their boyfriends to get suspicious. Besides, he had his eye on some other cute girls who might just need a shot of his heavy cock in their pussies too. He told Buffy and Megan to come back in a week for more private lessons.

The next night the girls hooked up with Jack and Mark. Both girls were horny from fucking, and both wanted to fuck some more. They invited the boys into their side of the quad. In no time they were lying on their beds, each with a boy’s hand in their pants.

Buffy said, “My pants are too tight. I think I might have to take them off.” Jack grinned, and happily helped her remove them. Now all that kept his hands from her pussy were her skimpy panties. Jack slid his hand in those panties and slicked a finger into his girlfriend.

Megan didn’t say anything. She just took her pants off and pulled Mark’s off too. “Have you ever had a blow job? I’d sort of like to taste you,” she whispered in Mark’s ear.

Mark was astounded. He’d tried and tried to get a girl to suck his dick, but none of them would. Now here was this milk chocolate beauty offering to do it. He pulled his skivvies down, exposing his long thin boner and Megan swallowed the whole thing. She sucked and kissed and slurped on it until he said he was going to shoot and then she pulled off.

“Noooo,” he moaned. “I was so close”.

Megan crawled on top of him and kissed him. “I’ll swallow it later. Right now I know a better way to get it in my tummy.” Then, to his utter amazement, she lifted her pussy up and sank down on his aching prick.

He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t prepared. He blew his cork and flooded her young pussy with potent teenage cum. Megan laughed and fucked her new lover hard, milking every bit. Then she rolled him over so he could fuck her some more.

Buffy and Jack were going at it hard now. His fingers were in her. She needed more. She took off her top. She dropped her bra. She demanded that he suck her nipples. He pulled her panties down and she let him. He had his cock out. He wanted to put it in her but he didn’t think she’d let him. He tried to be sneaky and slip it in slowly. As soon as Buffy felt his cock at the opening of her sex she slammed her pussy up and swallowed half his cock. Her legs came up and her heel whacked his ass. He drove forward and, just like that, he was fucking his girlfriend. She was hot and tight and she made him want to squirt. “You gonna shoot in me?” she panted in his ear.

“I want to,” he said.

“I want you to,” she cooed.

He fired her full of his potent teenage cum. He packed her pussy. He shot until his balls hurt. She loved every hot spurt.

They all fell asleep, but teenage boys can do it a lot. Both boys woke up in the night and wanted to fuck their girls some more. The girls let them. By morning those girls should have weighed two pounds more with all that sperm in their bellies.

For the next two days, every time Jack could get Buffy alone some place, or Mark could get Megan alone some place, they slid their ever stiff cocks into ever horny pussies and squirted them full of hot slippery cream. Every time the girls found themselves somewhere where no one would see, they spread their perfect teen legs for their randy boyfriends and let them slid their pricks in and out of their pussies until they came. Those bad boys always stuck their nasty cocks just as far up in the girls as they could and then squirted.

Bob couldn’t wait a week to fuck his two favorite fuck toys. He had them come in every two days for private lessons. Every two days he served up a hot load of cum for each girl’s pussy. He taught them how to give the best blow jobs. He ate their pussies better than anyone else. They loved his lessons and used them on their boy friends.

Now, you might think that, what with getting their pussies packed with baby butter every single day (and twice at night) that these girls would have ended up pregnant. Acting camp was, after all, three months long.

Both girls had their periods the first month.

Megan missed her period the next month. She didn’t care.

Buffy missed her period just 10 days before she left to go back home.

Both girls told Bob, and of course he thought those babies were his. Neither girl knew and neither girl cared. They knew how to fuck and suck and they knew they could get men to do whatever they wanted.

So they left acting camp knocked up good and proper.

Megan went to visit her Uncle as soon as she got home. In no time at all she was flat on her back while he packed her full of his spooge. When her parents found out she was pregnant, they were furious and kicked her out. Her nice Uncle, who of course thought the baby was his, took her in so she’d have someplace to live. That worked out well for them both, since after that he got to fuck her every single day.

When Buffy finally admitted to her mother that she hadn’t had a period in four months, her mother screamed and yelled and grounded Buffy to the house until the baby was born. Poor Buffy. The only male around was her big brother. She cried on his shoulder and in no time he was sneaking into her room every night and fucking her socks off. Seeing as how it was safe to cum in her, he did. The only problem was that, after the baby was born – a fine healthy beautiful boy – he kept shooting off in her like he was trying to knocke her up good and proper again!

What a pair of sluts our little actresses were. But, you know what?

Neither one of them EVER had a single attack of stage fright!

In fact, I hear they did so well in the local amateur theatrical company … they’ve been selected to be counselors at acting camp!

The End

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Stepfather Sleepwalking Surprise

by KrosisOfTheCollective

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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.

Stepfather Sleepwalking Surprise (MF, F-solo, inc, nc, oral, impreg, reluc)

by Krosis of the Collective

Fuck me.

People say that when life is getting them down. Something bad happens: “Fuck…me!”

If you think about it, why are you saying that you want someone to have sex with you when things turn to shit?

I’m thinking about this because that’s what happened. Life took a turn for the worse, and then…

Months ago…

At 18 years old you think you can take on the world; that you’re immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, tells you that you’re wrong. A broken bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or…

…or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and life was good, and the next she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was dead, the victim of a brain hemorrhage. The doctor said it could have happened to anyone.

But it wasn’t just anyone…it was Mom! My Mommy…

Dad took us back home after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughters now…well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 years ago, when Stacy and I (I’m Robyn) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 years later. We didn’t remember our biological dad (BioDad, as Mom used to call him), who took off before Stacy was born. In our minds Cal was our Dad.

It took a while for all of us to get to sleep that first night. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.

As I left my room I could sense someone was in the kitchen. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there.

“Dad?” I called. He turned to me and seemed to pause. I moved closer. As I did so I realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And a moment later I realized he also wasn’t wearing pants…or underwear!

“Ack!” I gurgled, averting my eyes. “Dad! What’re you doing in here, naked?!” He didn’t answer. “Dad?” I turned back to him, keeping my eyes on his face. He just stood there.

“DAD!” I yelled.

He dropped like a stone. As he hit the floor he started screaming and screaming, his limbs flailing. Stacy bolted out of her room, looking as terrified as I felt.

I was about to call 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just…stopped. No movement, no noise. I leaned close and could hear him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

He seemed to be okay so we covered him with a blanket and went back to our own beds, frightened and confused.

In the morning Dad asked if he had been sleepwalking last night, as he had woken up on the kitchen floor. We said he had, and told him what had happened.

“I’m sorry girls,” he said, looking extremely tired. “I used to do that when I was growing up; haven’t done it in at least 15 years. Hopefully it won’t happen again, but if it does please don’t try to wake me. My doctor said that the shock could…”

We waited. Dad looked sheepish. “I have a heart murmur. A shock like that and I could have a heart attack. Just leave me to wander about…maybe lightly direct me back to bed, but no loud noises or jolting, okay?”

Stacy and I looked at each other. We could lose Dad too! We turned back to him and nodded. We would make sure he stayed safe.

We stayed home from school and Dad from work for a few days. When one of us would cry the other two would group hug so we could share strength. Dad hadn’t sleepwalked since that first night.

When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our goodbyes. The rain made it seem like the whole world was crying, not just us. During the reception I decided to ask Gran, Dad’s Mom, about his sleepwalking.

“Oh dear, he’s doing that again, is he?” she asked, looking around for Dad.

I took her hand. “Gran, is it true that waking him up while he’s sleepwalking could kill him?”

She looked sad. “Yes, dear. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent loss of your Mom must have affected him deeply.” She thought for a moment. “He’ll need your help Robyn. Please do what you can for him.” It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but instead she patted my hand and turned away.

That night I awoke to the sound of the kitchen chairs being moved around. I grabbed my bathrobe and went to see what was going on.

Dad was in the kitchen again, as naked as before, moving the table and chairs into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the table against the wall that it made more space in the kitchen’s dining area, but now there was only room for 3 chairs. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new family dynamic by doing this?

When he was done I whispered that he should go to bed, and I gently steered him that way. He complied and then I did likewise.

Dad didn’t sleepwalk for a couple of days, and then one night I awoke to find that I was not alone in my bed!

I turned to see him sleeping next to me in the dim light coming through the window from the street lamp. He was just sleeping, not in that weird in-between state. He was, again, naked.

He was on top of the covers and I was under them, so I just let him sleep there and returned to dreamland. In the morning he was gone.

Dad, Stacy, and I returned to work and school, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of school made it easier as the day went on.

Not so for Dad. He was already home when we got back after school. He said he broke down and cried during a meeting and had to come home. We hugged him and had a good cry together.

In the early morning I woke up with “the itch”. I decided to have a shower and take care of it while everyone else slept. As the warm water cascaded down my (if I don’t say so myself) sexy teenaged body I played with my clit and dipped my fingers into my pussy as my other hand tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a relief to experience some pleasure after the horrible week I’d had.

I dried off, tied the towel above my boobs so it hung like a short dress on me, and then opened the bathroom door to let out some of the steam that was fogging up the mirror.

That fogginess was why I didn’t see Dad coming up from behind me until his arms were around me, one hand going to my left boob while the other slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my pussy. He started to kiss the back of my neck.

“Oh!” I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden crazy assault I realized that Dad must have been sleepwalking again, as he had never touched me in a sexual way; not ever. I needed to stop him, but not wake him up!

Except…his hand was manipulating my clit by this point. My towel had fallen to the floor, and his other hand, unblocked, was now squeezing my boob. I was completely naked, with my likewise completely naked stepfather sexually assaulting me in his sleep!

“Daddeee…” I hissed.

“Oh, Diane…” I heard him whisper, “I miss you baby.”

He thought I was Mom! What could I do?

I felt something hard bump the bottom of one of my butt cheeks, and I jumped. That…was that his cock?

Dad was actually pretty good with his hands. He was making my clit and boob feel really good. That, combined with the passionate kisses on the back of my neck, was starting to make the pleasurable feelings stronger than my fear.

Throw water in his face? Call out for Stacy? All of those would probably wake him up. Oh, right…

“Dad, go to bed,” I said quietly but forcefully.

In response Dad lowered his hips and I felt what was definitely his hard cock move under my butt and forward, the tip just about reaching its target. No, he mustn’t! “Dad…” I started to repeat.

Dad pushed my head forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a better angle. I felt the tip of his cock nudge between my pussy lips.

NO! I tried to move to the side but by this time he had transferred his hands to my hips, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his cock start to push into me slowly. “Daddeee, nooo…” I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my shower masturbation; there was no pain as he pushed more of his cock inside me. In fact, I’m ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good!

‘No, not good,’ a voice somewhere in the back of my mind cried, ‘this is bad!’

Daddy pulled his cock out a bit and relief washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak moment a couple months back. That, however, had been with a condom, and this felt even better skin on skin!

No condom…oh God…as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then thrust even deeper inside me I struggled to remember my monthly cycle. Why couldn’t I think straight?

Dad thrust a few more times, getting deeper and deeper inside my possibly fertile pussy each time. Finally, he was pressed against my butt cheeks and his cock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full!

He moved his hands from my hips up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I really like playing with them when I masturbate…this additional pleasure didn’t help the situation.

Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out while my boobs were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations, was no longer trying to work out how to stop this. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a good rhythm as my hips rebounded off of the sink and back into his next thrust.

I felt it coming, a wave of energy rising like a tide from deep within my sex, growing with each thrust. ‘No,’ I said to myself, ‘no, I can’t cum on Daddy’s cock…’

The overwhelming sensations, combined with the thought of the forbidden thing Daddy was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his thick shaft touching me where no one else ever had. “Aah!” I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through me.

Finally, shaking, my orgasm subsided. Miraculously, Dad hadn’t cum inside me while my pussy was massaging his cock, but his thrusts were getting faster, almost feverish in their intensity.

I could think better now. I couldn’t tell him he was fucking his own daughter, but…

“Cam, honey,” I said in what I hoped was close to Mom’s voice, “pull out, okay?”

Dad was really ramming it into me by this point. It was starting to feel good again.

“Please, honey, pull out!”

He was close…so close…

I had another idea: “Let me suck you off!”

Dad pulled out suddenly and turned me around. My legs, like spaghetti, couldn’t hold me up so I fell to my knees. Dad’s purple cock, which I could only describe as turgid, was right in my face.

I quickly took it into my mouth, or at least as much as I could get in my mouth, which was a little over half. I sucked on it, tasting salt from a dribble of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I didn’t know what to do besides suck.

With a frustrated sound Dad grabbed my head and started to thrust into my mouth. I did my best not to choke as his cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly. Within a few seconds Dad grunted and a torrent of hot, thick liquid blasted into my mouth. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the sides of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad’s cock slipped from my mouth. The last spurt from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A splash of pearly white spilled out of my mouth, down my front and onto the bathroom tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few minutes I could stand again, though shakily. My entire torso was a sticky white mess, from my breasts down to my pubic hair.

Ack! Dad’s cum was soaking into my pubes! I had to get rid of it quick! I got back into the shower, blasting hot water on me and scrubbing hard to get that stuff off.

When I was done I toweled off again, though this time I made sure to keep the door locked, and thought about what had happened. Dad had fucked me! But it wasn’t actually Dad…he thought I was Mom. Is it rape when the rapist doesn’t know he’s raping? I didn’t have an answer for that.

What I did know was that Dad’s sexual prowess had brought me to a shattering orgasm. What did that mean? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual manner before, but his intensity, the taboo aspect of what we had been doing, and that big cock…

I didn’t have an answer for that either.

I was eating breakfast when Dad’s voice sounded from behind me.

“Hey, sweetie, how are you this morning?”

I jumped.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, Robyn,” he said, getting some oatmeal.

I watched him as he got his breakfast ready, searching for any sign that what had happened earlier was purposeful rather than subconscious. He noticed me looking after a few minutes.

“Everything okay?” he said, concerned.

“Yeah,” I said carefully, “just…sore.” It was true; his cock had really stretched me.

Dad came to the table with his prepared oatmeal. “Don’t overdo it, honey. Too much exercise can be bad for you too.”

As he ate breakfast I excused myself and headed to school.

Dad was actually in his early 30’s. Mom had been older, almost 40, when she died. I thought about Dad, his smile, his hugs…trying to recall all the warm familial feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the bathroom sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got hard and I could feel my pussy start to lubricate.

I had trouble concentrating on my work. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs together, trying to scratch “the itch”. Finally, I excused myself to the washroom where I quickly rubbed one out.

When I got home Stacy and Dad were hugging on the couch, crying. They beckoned for me to join them. I hesitated, still remembering the last time Dad had touched me.

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breath and sat on the other side of Dad, hugging him. His arm came around my shoulders as he and Stacy continued to cry.

His touch was warm and supportive; not at all sexual. If he wanted he could have moved his hand lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a little further to caress my breast and Stacy wouldn’t have noticed. He did neither.

This was the real Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our lives so long ago to raise children not his own. I relaxed against his chest.

That night I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my butt back into the little spoon position. The big spoon, of course, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt cheeks and his hot breath on the back of my neck.

Not again! I thought. Why hadn’t I thought to wear clothes to bed?

Dad’s hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers started to caress my pussy lips and clit. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy dream where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, much like Dad had done that morning. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hips down, his cock slipping out from between my butt cheeks. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips.

I tried to move my body away but his hand had returned to my hip, holding me in place. I struggled to twist, to free myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his cock head to between my vaginal lips, pushing insistently.

“Nooo…” I moaned.

His cock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the leverage this new position afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad’s thick, hard penis once again entered my inexperienced love channel, stretching it to accommodate. I also again felt the first stirrings of forbidden pleasure.

Dad pulled out a little — I knew better than to think he was pulling out this time — and then he pushed in again, this time hard, knocking the wind out of me. His cock rushed deep inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest parts of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrust, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the base of his cock was right against my pussy lips, as he rotated his hips his cock angled itself deep inside of me, its head and hard shaft caressing the walls of my pussy. It slid along my inner flesh, first to the right, then upward, to the left, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the base of his cock to apply pressure to my clit. It felt incredible!

He did it again, swirling that hard dick and stirring up overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings deep inside me, where only he had touched.

I was gasping. Something was approaching, like an oncoming train, deep inside my body, the tunnel it was traveling through vibrating harder, harder.

And then I was cumming. I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking as my stepdad’s incredible rotation technique gave me the greatest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Before that orgasm finished Dad started to thrust into me. My cum was extended by the unrelenting jackhammer that my Dad’s cock became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it home. I could swear I could feel his babymaker hitting my cervix.


Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she wouldn’t have any more kids before she had even met Dad. I’d never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully functional in that department, and my healthy young body definitely was! After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile time of the month for me, was still a dangerous day in my cycle because sperm could live inside the female body for several days. I couldn’t let him cum inside me!

“Cam, honey,” I called back to him. “let me suck you off.”

It worked again! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina feeling suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his back next to me. I quickly rolled over, between his legs, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some Internet research on blowjobs, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his cock while jacking the shaft with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a perverse feeling of pride as I heard Dad groan in pleasure.

Research is one thing, but experience is another. While I had the know-how for a blowjob it seemed I wasn’t very good at it. I couldn’t get my mouth down Dad’s cock very far before gagging, so half of his shaft was neglected.

After a few minutes Dad made a frustrated sound and sat up. He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, hard shaft of his cock under my pussy.

“No…” I said, trying to get away.

Dad pulled my head down and started to kiss me. I was so surprised I didn’t even think to stop him. His tongue snaked into my mouth. Dad was a good kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to return the kisses. My body felt so hot!

I felt one of Dad’s hands move down between my legs. I felt the head of his cock once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to kiss. My nipples were tingling. It felt good, so good.

Dad’s arms encircled me tightly. I felt so safe right then. He would never hurt me, I knew. He pulled downward. I felt his cock slide into me again, easily. I gasped into his mouth. We continued kissing, more passionately this time.

I felt Dad’s hands on my hips again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad’s hard cock sliding along the inner walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful friction again, but with the added pleasure of his cock filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his cock a couple more times before I took over. We hadn’t stopped kissing. I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life; happy, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather.

Dad moved his lips down to my neck and I started to bounce on his cock harder. I felt his hands move to my breasts. I was so close…

Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the pleasure of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad’s hands massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as electric bolts of pleasure shot from my breasts and clit and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad’s cock was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it give up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his cock somehow grow bigger. “Oh!” I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth deep inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fertile reproductive system nursed the potent seed from my stepdad’s cock. “Ohhh!” I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splash of my Dad’s seed was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the while my pussy rippled around my Dad’s erupting member, urging more and more of that forbidden babymaking substance to go deeper inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his cock, weakly spurting out the last of his cum, probably right against my cervical opening.

“Uh…uh…uh…” I wasn’t shaking as badly now, but it still hadn’t stopped. I had never felt anything like that before.

After some minutes I was able to climb off of Dad. A splash of semen came out of me as his cock slipped out. I was suddenly afraid.

“Noo…noo…” I whispered, trying to get it out of me. I rushed into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, using gravity to help. After a few minutes the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with toilet paper.

Deep inside me, the sperm that had been shot the deepest remained at the far end of my vagina, some of it soaking into my cervix and some lucky few had slipped inside my uterus, searching for the egg that would be showing up there within a few days.

When I got back to bed Dad was softly snoring. I couldn’t really blame him, as he had technically been asleep throughout the whole encounter.

‘What’s done is done,’ I thought as I climbed into bed and nestled my head into the crook of Dad’s shoulder.

I didn’t sleep right away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. Tell Dad? That could kill him!

When I was tired enough I whispered to Dad that he should go back to his own bed. He did so, and then I was alone.

I cried myself to sleep.

In the morning Dad actually looked happy, although when I asked him about it he said he didn’t really know why; he just felt good that day. He went off to work, bewildered. I knew why: he was getting laid, even if it was happening while he slept.

That night I wore jeans and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I’d make sure they stayed on. What happened the previous night could never happen again!

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his sleep. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the back of my neck, both of which felt nice, but I kept my grip on the button of my jeans and didn’t let him take them off.

Finally, Dad left the bed. Thank God, I thought.

Dad came to my bed again the next night. As before, I didn’t give him what he wanted, and told him to go back to bed. He did so.

Next morning, Dad looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept. We were worried. When he got home he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attention, and for his poor attitude. Those dicks! The man had just lost his wife!

For the third night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt sorry for him, but what we had done could never happen again!

A few minutes later I heard Stacy scream. NO! I rushed out of my room and into hers. In the dim light I could see Dad was on top of her, though it seemed that he hadn’t been able to do anything sexual yet.

“Daddeee!” Stacy yelled. I rushed forward and clamped my hand over her mouth. She looked at me in shock, but I was looking at Dad’s face. He had paused…was he waking up?

I had to act. I grabbed his face and planted my lips onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then start returning the kisses, his arms going around my back.

“Robyn?” Stacy sounded scared and confused, understandably.

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, “He’s sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I’ll take him back to his room, okay?” I turned back to Dad. “Come on, Cam. Let’s go to bed.”

Dad followed me and I took him back to his bedroom. Once there he started to try to undress me again.

What could I do? If I didn’t make him happy he’s molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job! I helped him remove my shirt and jeans, and then we climbed onto his bed.

‘Okay,’ I said to myself. ‘This time I’m going to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.’

But Dad pushed me onto my back, got in between my legs, and dropped his face into my crotch. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilingus for the first time.

“Holy shit! I’m going to give you just a half hour to stop that,” I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my head back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as good at licking pussy as he was at kissing, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his fingers into my pussy, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his fingers manipulated my love button. He made me cum on his tongue within a few minutes.

“Uh…uh…uh…” I moaned as I came down from the orgasm. Okay, now I was going to suck him…

…off! Dad was between my legs in a flash, kissing me. No…I had to stop this…

I stopped the kiss. “Cam…” I said softly, “Let me suck you off, okay?”

I could feel his hard cock at the entrance to my vagina. A small part of me wanted him to push it in.

He did. “Oh!” I gasped, not expecting him to actually do it. He didn’t want a blowjob. Oh no!

Due to his saliva and the lubrication produced by my orgasm, Dad’s cock slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusts his cock was buried all the way inside me again.

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my boobs! Why did they have to feel so good when he did that? I passionately returned his kisses. I could feel another orgasm coming on.

I whispered to him, “Please…I don’t…I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Upon hearing this Dad made an animal sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I didn’t think it was possible, but he managed to hook them over his shoulders! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before!

“Nooo…” I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I couldn’t move, trapped under his body as he used mine as a surrogate for Mom’s. I suddenly remembered the occasional comment from Dad over the years that it was too bad he and Mom couldn’t have a baby due to her operation. I had said the exact wrong thing when trying to get him to stop!

I was having trouble breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breath ragged as he rammed his hard cock into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the pain of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the pleasure of his incredibly hard member as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust.

I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My breathing rate increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my body laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

“No…noo…” I moaned. This was the absolute worst time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned! Daddy was going to cum inside me and make me pregnant! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was nothing I could do…

…other than to try to wake him up…but that could kill him!

These perverse, forbidden thoughts bounced about in my head as Daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my thought processes. There was a part of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

That part won out. The buildup of energy within me culminated in a supernova of pleasure. I cried out as I came on my stepfather’s cock, shaking uncontrollably under him as he continued to piston into my unprotected and definitely fertile body.

My orgasm set off Dad’s. He grunted, his cock expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby gate, and that gate would not hold. I felt the rush of heat within me, as his rich, sperm-filled semen inundated the deepest part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad’s cock as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the spurts shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the dangerous sperm that it could find into my defenseless womb.

I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their cock in my pussy! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must have passed out from my last orgasm, and Dad must have fallen asleep after…

…after he…oh God…

Dad’s cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very fertile pussy. My legs had managed to slip out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen dripping through my cervix and into my uterus as we lay there.

“Dad– er, Cam, honey,” I said into his ear. “I need to go pee.”

Dad grunted and rolled to the side, his softening penis slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to want his cock to stay inside it. ‘Bad body!’ I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for several minutes trying to get any of Dad’s cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmers were going for the gold, it seemed.

I was going to get pregnant! A LOT of Dad’s sperm were right now deep inside my healthy teen reproductive system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in health class went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad’s sperm finding my egg, not caring that it was his stepdaughter’s, and attacking it, digging in with their little spermy heads. Soon, one would win out, piercing the layers and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little orgasm running through me. My nipples were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

I grabbed my clothes and then went back to my own bed.

I slept in the next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the previous night but I didn’t say anything beyond that I had put Dad back to bed. She looked unconvinced and I wondered if she had actually heard us fucking. I didn’t ask though.

That afternoon I found Dad on the couch watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I hadn’t done in years.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” he asked, putting his arms around me.

“Just hold me, please?” I whimpered.

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his penis under me, it didn’t stir. This was a completely different man from the one who had been fucking me at night.

I went to bed that night without clothes, as I had done prior to the whole sleepwalking thing. I didn’t want Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I didn’t have anything I could use to delay his advances. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and slept soundly.

I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his cock into me as I slept, filling me up with his seed and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile.

When I started to wake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the dream and a real fuck that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my back with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The fingers of his other hand were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good! My nipples were very hard and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my breasts, a mixture of pleasure and pain hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

Dad’s breathing rate increased, as did his thrusting. I was getting close to cumming as well.

‘Wait,’ I thought, ‘wasn’t there a reason that we shouldn’t be doing this?’

But it felt so good, so right! I started to roll my hips, trying to get his cock to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. ‘Yes, there!’ Dad’s cock hit the right spot and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A flitting thought crossed my mind: ‘Why are my boobs sore?’

‘Because I’m ovulating!’ came the response.

‘Oh yeah…this feels so good…’

‘Don’t let him cum inside you! You’ll get pregnant!’

‘Mmm, a baaaby…’ I replied dreamily. I was so close…

‘We don’t want to make a baby with Daddy!’

‘I’m probably already pregnant from last night, so what’s one more load? It’s going to feel so gooooood….’

Dad jammed his cock into me hard, holding it as deep as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deep inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming channel urged the seed from my stepfather’s cock, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

When I awoke in the morning Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and happy. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched ‘what does conception feel like’. Sure enough, women described feeling full of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sensation like their uteruses were bruised.

Yes, it did kind of feel bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the last couple of days that was understandable.

I looked at my belly. Schrodinger’s baby is in there or not, I thought.

My period didn’t arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for several days. I bought a pregnancy test shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed: I was carrying my stepfather’s baby.

Dad still fucked me almost every night. I didn’t deny him, since I was already pregnant. It’s not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his cock too.

I finished out the school year and graduated with B honors. My tummy hadn’t started to show yet, so I looked great in the yearbook.

During the summer, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing shorts and tight t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

Finally, I couldn’t hide it any longer and Dad asked me if I was pregnant. Crying, I said yes.

“Whose is it?” he asked. “You haven’t been hanging out with any guys for months, as near as I can tell.”

“I can’t tell you, Daddy,” I replied, still sniffling, “you’ll kill him.”

Dad didn’t like that answer but he didn’t push.

At some point I recalled my conversation with Gran at Mom’s funeral reception: “He’ll need your help Robyn. Please do what you can for him.” Did she know about his night-time, um, amorousness? I wondered if there was a story there. Maybe I’ll ask her one day.

Now, 6 months later, Dad still visits me in my bed almost every night but it seems he knows I’m pregnant and is careful not to be too rough, so as to not hurt the baby.

I think Stacy might know the truth about the baby but she hasn’t said anything. We don’t seem to be getting along as well as we used to, though, so I don’t know what’s going to happen there.

I went and curled up in Dad’s lap while he was sitting on the couch. His strong arms surrounded me.


“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can we raise this baby as if it was yours and m–Mom’s?” I looked up into his eyes.

“What about the father?” He had asked about him occasionally, and I still refused to tell.

“He’s not around,” I replied, half-truthfully. It was daytime, after all.

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Broken In By Uncle

by Lubrican

During a bath, when she’s young, Daphne’s Uncle warns her that one of these days he’s going to fuck her little pussy. This story is about that day.
Broken In By Uncle

by Lubrican

I was lying in bed one morning, kind of between that place where you’re asleep and that place where you’re awake. I was sort of dream-thinking about my upcoming trip to my Aunt and Uncle’s house. Every summer we kids went out there, to the farm, and stayed for two months. There were four of us kids, and they had four too, so it was like having a one room schoolhouse full of kids all living together and stuff. Mostly it was a lot of fun, but we fought like all kids do too.

Anyway, I was lying there, dream-thinking, and I suddenly remembered a time when my Aunt and Uncle were giving about five or six of us a bath. I don’t remember who else was in the tub, but I do remember that it was Uncle Bob who was washing me. I think I was maybe ten or maybe eleven. But what I DO remember was his soapy hand slipping between my legs, and his finger sliding inside my body down there. I remember saying “Uncle Bob, that feels FUNNY!” and then laughing. And I remember him saying “That’s your little pussy, Daphne, and some day I’ll fuck that little pussy for you.” Then my Aunt reached out and slapped him on the arm and said I was way too young yet and to leave me alone. He just looked at me and smiled and gave me a big wink.

I woke the rest of the way up then, astonished that this memory was hanging around in my mind. Surely this was some bizarre dream. I was sixteen now, and I’d been going back to the farm every summer for five or six years since that “memory” and he’d never laid a hand on me. Hmmmmm. That’s not true, actually. We all fought to sit on his lap, or between him and Aunt Beth when we were all watching scary movies on their video player. The older kids didn’t, of course. I had a brother four years older than me and a sister two years older than me. I closed my eyes and my mind went back to summer’s past, and I got a clear recollection of the older teens all lying together under a big blanket, watching the movies, and about how Aunt Beth had to tell them to shush as they wrestled under the blanket. And in those memories were the ones of Uncle Bob’s hands sliding around on my back, or my thighs, or my butt. But he never tried anything sexual with me. At least not like in the bathtub.

My pussy was wet. Just thinking about this stuff made my pussy wet. I mean as the years went by I learned all about sex and cocks and pussies and stuff. I never did much, because my mother told me to wait, and that I’d know when it was time to give up my virginity. She said I’d love the man so much that I wouldn’t care about the pain, or about getting pregnant. She never put any of us girls on birth control. She said that if we were old enough to decide to spread our legs, we were old enough to live with the consequences. So every time a boy tried to get me to drop my panties I’d just ask myself if I loved this boy enough to have his baby. The answer was always “Nope” and that was that.

Oh, I’d given some hand jobs and all that, but nothing else much. I sort of put my mother’s rule about intercourse to the test with other sexual things too. Like putting their boners in my mouth. They all wanted me to do it, but I couldn’t figure out what was in it for me. So I rated them as if were going to be intercourse, only not quite as strictly. Most boys were found wanting.

Anyway, I was astonished because my pussy was wet, and I’d been thinking about my Uncle touching me and saying that one day he was going to fuck me! I mean, that’s pretty strange, isn’t it? I couldn’t think of a single one of my friends who had ever said “Oh, I just can’t wait to feel my Uncle’s big old prick in my pussy.” My friends just didn’t say things like that. They talked about that as it pertained to boys, but not Uncles. So I promptly pushed that to the back of my mind, telling myself I had food poisoning or something that had made me think up those crazy things.

Until I got to the farm. Then it all came rushing back as I saw my handsome Uncle’s laughing face. I mean it all FLOODED back. I looked at my Aunt and she had this strange look on her face. She came over and gave me a hug. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she said in my ear.

I stood back. “It’s … nothing. I had this crazy dream. I’ll tell you about it later.” Then I was greeting my cousins. There weren’t as many nowadays as there had been in the past. My older brother didn’t come out here any more, since he had a real job in the city. My sister Cindy – the one two years older than me – was due to show up, but she wasn’t there yet. For her whole last semester of High School she worked an internship at this place where they had a whole bunch of them and a dorm for them and everything. So I hadn’t seen her for several months. The youngest of us now was little Tommy, at 14. Come to think of it, little Tommy wasn’t so little any more. He stood almost as tall as me and could now pick me up and carry me anywhere he wanted to whether I wanted him to or not. He was their youngest child. There were only four cousins present, two of theirs and two of ours.

I asked where Sue Ellen and Bob Junior, their two oldest were. It turned out they hadn’t gotten back from college yet. Sue Ellen had waited for her brother to graduate so they could go off to college together to learn agriculture so they could come back and take over the farm when the folks retired. That was going to be a while, since Uncle Bob was only 39 and Aunt Beth was 36. This was their first year of college, and they had their own place and jobs and such. But they planned on visiting the farm later, and would probably stay a month.

For some reason I got to thinking about how old everyone was. Based on Sue Ellen’s age, I did the math and suddenly realized that Aunt Beth must have had her at either fifteen or sixteen. Wow!

Then I did the math for my own parents and realized that they had had my brother when my mother was sixteen and my dad was eighteen. Double Wow!

We got all our stuff out of the van and began dragging it in to the communal bedrooms. They had two bedrooms in the old house that were for their own kids. But when we all came, we got split up by ages, with the older kids in one room and the younger kids in the other. No one had ever questioned this arrangement, but my dream suddenly came back to me again. Wouldn’t most folks split up a group like ours by sex, rather than age?

But that’s not the way it was with this family. Older kids in one room, and younger in the other. This year might be different though, what with all of us being between the ages of 14 and 18. Plus there were now two boys and two girls – a brother and sister from each family. It turned out that Janie and Tommy shared a room anyway. The room the college students had lived in was full of junk, and besides, they’d need that room when they got home. There were two sets of bunk beds, in each room and, since the four of us had been sleeping together every summer for years and years, it just seemed natural that my brother and I put our stuff in Janie and Tommy’s room.

The four of us went out and our cousins took us on the big tour, which we’d had ten or fifteen times before but had a good time on anyway. I saw my sister’s car drive up and saw her jump out and run and throw herself at Uncle Bob, but I didn’t go over to talk to her, cause I was in the middle of sitting on top of a horse. Then it was time to be back for supper. Aunt Beth herded us around the table and told us to eat before it got cold.

“Where’s Daddy” asked Janie, who was a year younger than me.

“He and Cindy are gabbing about old times or something. They’ll be along. I told them dinner was ready. Now … eat.”

And, ten minutes later, Uncle Bob and Cindy did show up to eat. Cindy was all flushed and pretty looking. I wished I had her looks. I had great big breasts that were always in the way, while hers were nice swells that made her look slim. Her hair was blond and shiny, while mine was brown, running to red. She just looked beautiful. He was smiling like the cat that caught the canary too, and I thought they must have just enjoyed some great joke or something for her to be so perky.

After dinner Aunt Beth announced that we would play board games. Uncle Bob stood up and said “Cindy, there’s something I want to show you in the barn.” She looked up and smiled, and Aunt Beth laughed! I didn’t see anything funny about it.

Aunt Beth said “Again? You know you’re not as young as you used to be Bob.” He just made a muscle with his arm and he and Cindy left.

“What’s in the barn that she hasn’t seen before?” asked Tommy.

“Never you mind” said his mother. “Why don’t you get out Scrabble Tom, and we’ll play a round.”

I guess Cindy and Uncle Bob were gone almost an hour this time before they showed back up and joined in Scrabble. Cindy sat next to me and she smelled … different somehow. She smelled like barn, yeah, but there was something else. I sniffed a couple of times, trying to place that smell and suddenly Aunt Beth grabbed me to go into the kitchen with her to get some cake for everyone.

We were getting the cake ready, putting it on plates and all, and putting ice cream beside each piece and Aunt Beth said. “Tell me about your dream dear.”

So I did. We were very open with our Aunt and Uncle, probably more than we would have been with our own parents.

It wasn’t that they weren’t strict. They had rules and everyone had to follow them or pay the consequences. But they never got mad about it. They never yelled, or said we were worthless or more trouble than we were worth and other things that adults say to hurt the feelings of young ones. So I felt like I could tell her anything and it would be OK. I told her about the memory of the bath, and about what else I remembered, and about how I’d wondered why we were broken up by age instead of sex. She didn’t say anything, just listened. Then the cake was ready and we carried it out on big trays and ate cake and ice cream and played games until it was bedtime.

Us kids all got ready for bed and I saw Cindy sitting in a chair reading. I asked her where she was going to sleep, and if she wanted us to rig her a bed in with us. She smiled and said she’d think of something and for me not to worry. Then she said “I’ll probably just sleep in the other bedroom. I’ll be fine.”

I don’t know what it was that woke me up. But it was one of those times when you wake up and you know you are REALLY awake, and you aren’t going back to sleep for a while, no matter what you do? Yeah, it was one of those times. So I thought I’d get up and wake up Cindy and catch up on what had been going on with her and her internship. I went to the other bedroom, but she wasn’t in any of the bunk beds in there. I figured she had gone to sleep in the chair in the living room, so I went there, but she wasn’t there either. I checked every room in the place. Nothing. Well, I hadn’t looked in my Aunt and Uncle’s bedroom, but why would she be in there?

I suddenly remembered those words. “One of these days I’m going to fuck that little pussy of yours.” I approached that door and I heard … something … voices? … no … I opened the door and peeked in.

Well, now I knew where my sister was.

It was fascinating. I saw three people I have known all my life, but I saw them in a way I had never seen them before, nor even dreamed of them before. Aunt Beth was on her back in the middle of the bed. She was naked. Her legs were spread and her knees were up beside her breasts as she held on to them, holding them tight. My sister was on the bed too, and she was naked too. She was on all fours, and her face was right down there in my Aunt’s muffy and she was just slurping away like a starving pig.

That was the noise I’d heard, plus my aunt moaning.

Uncle Bob wasn’t left out though. He was just as naked as the other two and he was behind my sister with his hands on her hips, and he was just fucking the daylights out of her. They had a dim light on and I could see his big old cock sliding in and out of her from behind, over and over again. He was looking up at the ceiling for some reason and he had this frozen grin on his face. Suddenly he sort of croaked “I’m gonna shoot.” He slammed back into Cindy and stayed there as his butt cheeks sort of flexed. Then, even though he was in her all the way, he shoved harder maybe three or four times and grunted each time. I suddenly knew that his penis was shooting stuff into my sister’s pussy.

Aunt Beth barked a little laugh and said “I’m surprised you got anything left after this evening. You’re gonna knock her up for sure Bob.”

Then he sort of grunted and leaned over and grabbed my sister’s flat breasts and said “Oh yeahhhhhhhhh” as his hips bucked several times. I’d been to health class and I knew what was happening in there. His penis was squirting out strings of white stuff that was full of sperm that could be making my sister pregnant as I watched it happen.

All I could think about was that he wanted to do that to me too! It made my pussy tingle, which just added to the stress of thinking about it. I mean it’s one thing to think your Uncle wants to shove his boner in your pussy, and entirely another to see plain physical evidence that he WILL do it! And my AUNT! Who’d have figured she liked girls?!

Anyway, I snuck back to ‘our’ room and went back to bed. I kept seeing in my mind’s eye Cindy throwing herself at our Uncle when she first got there, and the rosy glow on her face when she and Uncle Bob got to supper, and THEN how he wanted to ‘show her something in the barn’. And then later after we all went to sleep. That meant my big sister had gotten her pussy fucked THREE times in the last EIGHT HOURS!!! And, based on what I saw, she got her pussy filled up with Uncle Bob’s spunk three times too!

Now, what I had to do was decide whether or not I wanted him to do that to me.

I was almost asleep when I remembered I’d told my Aunt everything about what Uncle Bob said in that bathroom so long ago. I figured she probably told him, and now he was thinking about my pussy while I was thinking about his prick. I finally got to sleep, but it wasn’t easy.

The next morning we all got each other up to go down to breakfast. That was interesting. It turns out that boys, when they get above, say 13 or so, have hardons when they wake up in the morning. I found this out when I whipped the covers off of Tommy, who was sleeping ‘in the raw’ as they used to say.

And there, standing up just as proud and pink as you could imagine was his morning stiffy. Janie, his sister, was right next to me and I poked her and pointed as he opened sleepy eyes. We both shrieked as he scrabbled to cover his ‘problem’. That caught the attention of MY brother, Mark, who jumped up to see what was going on and had this huge tent in the front of HIS briefs.

Then Janie spoiled it all when she said “He always has one in the morning. I used to think he was a pervert or something, but it’s not because of us. They just have them.” She turned to Mark and said “Right Markie?” at which time she knelt and jerked his shorts down to his knees. His bone bobbed in her face and I gasped, because he had a nice one. My own brother and I never knew how long and stiff his pecker could get. It got funny because he started back from her and got tangled up, falling on his butt. Janie and I shrieked again.

We all went down together into the kitchen and some of us started helping set the table. Uncle Bob was there and he gave me a big hug. I felt his hands on my butt and my pussy started in again. He smelled my hair and whispered in my neck that it smelled good and then he LICKED my neck! I about died!

I pushed him back and said “Aunt Beth told you didn’t she!” He just grinned at me and said “Told me what?” but his hand came up and cupped my breast. I knew I was in trouble then, let me tell you.

After breakfast it was decided that we’d all go swimming in the pond. Except for Cindy, who had to go into town for something. The rest of us all trooped down to the pond with a picnic lunch in a basket. We’d always skinny dipped in the pond, and I could tell that us growing up some wouldn’t change things as my Aunt and Uncle started throwing their clothes in a pile. The rest of us got naked.

I was sneaking looks at my Uncle, between his legs, where this … thing … was swinging. It looked like some prehistoric monster worm, all wrinkled and brown. It lay on a pair of balls that looked like they belonged on a bull. I looked at the boys and they looked like babies compared to him. So how in the world did Cindy ever fit anything like that in her pussy without just splitting right up the middle?

Uncle Bob turned and looked at me as I dropped my panties. Janie was right beside me and I swear he was staring at us both. That fat sausage? It started moving … all by itself! It got thicker … and longer … and it came away from those big old balls of his. Janie and I both stared at him like a fly does as the spider walks the web toward it. By the time I remembered to breathe, it had doubled in size and was standing out from his body just as straight and proud as my little brother’s had that morning!

I got all fluttery in my stomach and put my hand over my pussy, like THAT would protect me from anything. He saw me do that and LAUGHED! Then he walked over to us, that thing swinging and bobbing in front of him like a witching rod.

“It won’t bite. Don’t look so terrified.”

Then Aunt Beth was there. “You’re scaring them half to death Bob. Have some sensitivity!” Then she reached out, put her hand around that big old prick and she pulled on it, leading him down to the water like it was a leash. He was dancing and hollering like crazy.

We turned around to get in the water and there were Tommy and Mark. They’d watched the whole thing and I’ll be darned if THEIR pricks weren’t all hard and sticking out too! I looked at Janie and she looked at me and we both grinned. Then we walked over to the boys, like we wanted to talk to them and, while I grabbed onto Tommy’s penis, Janie snatched up my brother’s and we led them to the water just like Aunt Beth did. I never heard so much yelling and crying. I’ll never forget hearing Tommy yelling “Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit” as I pulled him along.

Of course, once we got in the water, it was grab ass and splash your neighbor all over the place, including my Aunt and Uncle. Pretty soon we were all tired out and panting for breath. Aunt Beth pulled Tommy out of the water because he had asthma or something and was coughing. Janie said she was getting a cramp and Mark helped her up to the blanket where he commenced to rubbing her calf.

While I was watching them, Uncle Bob snuck up behind me.

The first thing I knew it was when his hands slid under my arms and cupped my breasts. He pulled me back against him, and I felt his bone slide between my legs. I took in a breath to yell at him, and about then he squeezed both my nipples with his thumbs and fingers. He didn’t squeeze hard. He sort of mooshed them? You know? And then he sort of rolled them back and forth between each thumb and finger.

Now if you’re a girl, you know what that feels like. If you aren’t a girl, then I have to tell you what you’re doing to a girl when you do that.

First I saw stars in broad daylight. I sucked in a lungful of air and it just froze in my lungs. I think every muscle in my body locked up tight, cause I got all stiff. What happened was that these feelings started in my nipples, and they were HOT feelings, like streaks of fire, and those streaks shot through my skin to my belly, where they set off this fire inside me, sort of a ball of fire that grew and grew until it spilled into my pussy. Then, just as fast as I had locked up, everything relaxed. I sagged in his arms and my head fell back on his shoulder and all that breath came out in one long “Ohhhhhhhhhh”. He must have known what was happening, because he turned me in the water like I didn’t weigh a thing and he kissed me.

Well, most folks seeing it would have called it a kiss. Me? I felt like I was being eaten alive. You remember that spider I was talking about? You know how a spider paralyzes it’s prey and then wraps it up and then sucks its juices out?

Well, that’s what I felt like. His kiss was sucking my juices out. Somehow my tongue got into his mouth and he sucked on it. Then he kissed down on my neck and I got all shivery and the next thing I knew he was sucking on my nipples, holding me up in the water. And if his fingers had felt wonderful on them, his mouth was pure delight. I heard myself going “Ohhh .. Oh… OH!”

And then … just like that … he stopped. “Come on out” he said. “Let’s go lie down on the blanket and get some sun.” I was in shock, and he just led me out and over to the blanket like I was one of those zombies in the movies.

I remember looking at Aunt Beth. She had been holding Mark while his breathing improved, and they had fallen asleep in the sun. I glanced over at my brother, who had been rubbing Janie’s leg, and for some reason he was lying beside her kissing her like they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Uncle Bob laid me down right beside them and then he lay down beside me. He was up on one elbow, leaning over me a little. I was on my back and my big old hateful breasts were sticking up in the air right in front of his face. He went back to sucking on my nipples and I didn’t hate my breasts quite so much any more. He sure knew how to make them feel wonderful. He put his hand flat on my stomach and I jerked. He didn’t move it one inch, just left it there, like it was a magnet and my skin was iron.

Uncle Bob left off abusing my poor nipples and got his face up right by mine. He kissed me a bunch of times, all gentle like. These kisses weren’t the juice sucking kiss he’d laid on me in the water. “Do you like this sugar?” he asked between kisses.

What would you say? If you were lying there, and this man – who told you ten years ago that he was going to fuck your little pussy – this man who had just sucked your titties and sucked out your juices and made you feel about ten thousand times better than you’d ever felt in your whole life – if this man said “Do you like this” to you, what would YOU say?

Well, since you’re reading this, and I can’t hear you, I’ll just tell you. I said “Uh huh.” Brilliant, huh? Here I am, about to become a woman by all the signs, having the time of my life while being more scared than ever before, and all I can come up with is “Uh huh”.

He was no better. He said “Good”. Then that hand started moving. It de-magnetized or something, and started moving toward my pussy.

Let me tell you girls. If you’re with the right guy, there is this button you have. You can’t see it, but it’s somewhere in the general area of your pubic hair. And when this man touches that button, it actuates springs or something, that go to the bones in your legs. It makes your legs open. Uncle Bob’s fingers got to my girlie hair and my legs just went “sproing” and opened up like a Muppet’s mouth when he’s yelling “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”.

Uncle Bob’s fingers slid onto my sex, the sex no boy had ever touched, the sex that I knew was all gooey and slippery and wet. His middle finger slid right over my clitty and my hips jerked like I’d been stung by a wasp on the butt. Then that finger curled and slid right into my pussy like it was a homing pigeon going to the coop. That curved finger slid deep into me – I think he was looking to see if I still had my cherry, which was an early casualty of the “I got a whole carrot in mine, what did you get in yours?” sleepover wars – and then it slicked right back out. Now he had three fingers covering my pussy lips and pressing on them.

I want you to visualize some school marm shaking her finger at some poor kid, dressing him down. That finger whips back and forth right quick.

Got that in mind?

OK, now take three fingers, lay them flat on a poor virgin girl’s pussy lips and whip them sideways, back and forth, like that school marm’s finger. Do that over and over again, pressing down, so those fingers … all THREE of them … go flicking across her poor clitty … back and forth … again and again. Then suck her tender nipples while you do that.

He almost killed me.

I really honestly thought I was going to die. I got all full of something that wanted out REAL bad, but it couldn’t find a way. It just got bigger and bigger and bigger inside me. I heard myself groan “Ohhh please Uncle Bob … please” and then he said “That’s what I wanted to hear you say Daphne.”

He rolled up and between my legs. I lifted my head and saw his hand around his cock. It looked like it was about the size of a baseball bat. I’d seen it sliding back and forth in my sister, and I knew she loved it.

And right then?

I wanted it in me.

I admit it. I wanted that thing in me in the worst way. My pussy even came up off the ground, trying to get to it. I saw him guide it to my pussy mouth and I felt it touch me.

You know how they say the mind has a way of forgetting pain. I really don’t remember all that much about him getting it in me. I know it went in, because I remember watching it. I know it hurt, but I can’t REMEMBER the hurt. What I remember was the part after the hurt went away and he started doing what he’d said he would do.

He fucked me.

There was just no other word for it. We didn’t make love. We didn’t have sex. Intercourse is not a word to describe what we did. He FUCKED me. And I FUCKED him back. Somehow I knew how to do it, even though it was my very first time. But my hips knew what to do and they slammed up at him as he powered that prick into my pussy over and over again.

Remember that pressure inside me? Well, his prick punching into me was sort of like a big nail punching into a tire doing about a hundred miles an hour. There was this huge BANG inside me and everything flew apart. My arms shot out, and my legs flopped. My head flailed and I GURGLED!

And right in the middle of all that … Uncle Bob just flat packed me FULL of hot, wet, sticky, potent sperm.

I knew it was going to happen when I felt his cock swell up and he stuck it in me deep and stopped. Then it jerked in me over and over as this feeling of heat swelled up inside me. And I almost laughed out loud as I fulfilled my mother’s prediction. When I felt him spurting his seed in my belly my hopes soared and I actually HOPED he was making a baby in my womb!

Well, that alone would have been enough to make my day. But, as Uncle Bob and I lay there, holding each other, trying to breathe, my head rolled over and I got treated to the sight of my brother, just fucking my cousin Janie half to death.

It seems they had been necking and petting when Uncle Bob commenced to making me a woman, and it made them so hot that they just had to try it too. It was almost funny, because Mark didn’t last much longer than Uncle Bob did in me. As I watched his eyes got all bugged out, and he started gasping for air, and his fucking motions got all out of rhythm. He jammed it into her like Uncle Bob had done to me and started grunting and whining and he spermed that girl so much that her pussy couldn’t hold it all. It made such a mess that when he finally rolled off of her his whole crotch was messy white, just like hers was! They jumped up and ran back down to the water to clean off. I just lay there, my uncle hugging me.

Aunt Beth and Tommy slept through the whole thing!

I lay back to take a nap, and a while later I got woke up by yelling. Aunt Beth was tearing into her husband, yelling that it was one thing to knock up an 18 year old girl, and entirely another for the “men in this family” to be planting their seed in unprotected 15 year old pussy. He yelled back that she was one to talk, and that he couldn’t help himself because I LOOKED like I was twenty two.

It seems she woke up and saw me lying there with my pussy mouth all full of pearly seed. Uncle Bob was swimming at the time and Janie and Mark were fucking again .. in the water this time.

Anyway, this sort of ruined the mood, so to speak, and she made us all go back to the house. She set us kids to chores, while she continued the argument with her husband.

Now why my aunt thought it was a good idea to leave four kids, three of whom had just been introduced to wild unabashed sex, alone and unsupervised, I’ll never know. Tommy, of course, knew what had happened, and was just pissed beyond reason that he hadn’t gotten in on the action. He was whining and moaning about how unfair it was that WE got to have sex, but HE had to still be a virgin.

My pussy was a little itchy, so I told him to shut up. He, of course, mouthed off to me, so Janie and I took him to the barn and took his pants off, revealing what looked like that pretty pink stiffy he’d had this morning.

He was yelling and started to kick until Janie grabbed onto his balls and squeezed them kind of firmly. He got REAL polite all of a sudden.

I mentioned that my pussy was a little itchy, and that seeing as how Tommy had a nice stiff dick … Janie said “OK, but just a minute. I want to try something. Then she leaned over and put her brother’s penis in her mouth. Tommy’s mouth was open, but there was no sound coming out of it now. She gave it a good suck or two and lifted off of it. “Hmmm” she said. Then she turned around and said “Mark, there’s something I want to show you.”

Tommy was lying there, looking at me, kind of scared like. I said “Don’t you move,” and started taking off my clothes. Then I sat on him and took his dick right up into my pussy. No pain. Just nice stiff peter. He squirted before I even got him all the way in me, but it was no problem, because he stayed stiff as a board. I leaned forward, which put pressure on my clitty, and then sort of rubbed my crotch against his. I must have cum three times before he asked if maybe he could be on top for a little while. That was fine with me.

Tommy turned out to be a most considerate lover. He asked me what I liked and he went forEVER. I was getting sore, so I said “You can cum in me now Tommy”. He sighed and, like he had a faucet in him or something, he said “Thank you Daffy”. Then he lay down on my breasts and I felt him squirt in me again.

I think Uncle Bob won the argument. The reason I think that is that the sleeping arrangements didn’t change that night. And, of course, that meant that Mark and Janie ended up in one bed, and Tommy and I slept together in another one. I’m telling you Tommy could fuck for HOURS! His motto was ‘Quality first’.

Mark, on the other hand, was a quantity man. He spurted in Janie, then waited fifteen minutes and spurted in her again. That went on until past midnight. I bet that girl gained two pounds in just that one night. Aunt Beth came in the next morning to get us all up. She sighed and opened a window, grumbling that the room smelled like a sperm bank.

Aunt Beth was the odd woman out, so to speak. It really wasn’t fair, because Cindy spent all her time trying to get Uncle Bob to make a baby in her. I could understand that, having ‘let’ him try that in me once, and being FULLY ready to let him try it again … maybe even daily. Janie and I were getting way more sperm than was good for us. So Aunt Beth had good reason to grumble.

Until Bob Jr and Sue Ellen got home from college. Sue Ellen was pregnant … about eight months from the look of her. And, since she was rooming with her brother at school, it was pretty plain who the daddy was. She wasn’t exactly upset about it, but I guess it was getting pretty hard for her to have sex comfortably, and she was horny. Bob Jr was pretty horny too. He greeted his mother VERY fondly and dragged her into her bedroom with a “I want to show you our grades.”

They must have been pretty good grades, cause we could hear Aunt Beth yipping and laughing and raising a ruckus in there while she looked at them. And she had the biggest smile on her face when they came out. Then she took Sue Ellen in there and it got noisy again, what with Sue Ellen screaming out “Ohh THANK YOU MAMMA” a bunch of times.

All in all it was a pretty good summer. Sue Ellen had her baby while she was there, and that was nice. Janie and I got to practice changing diapers and holding her. Sue Ellen even let us suckle baby Jason a little, so we’d know what that felt like. It was way different than when the men did it, but it was still really nice.

It turned out Janie and I needed the practice too.

I might as well have left my tampons at home. I never needed one the whole summer.

Neither did Janie.

The End

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Mistaken Indemnity

by KrosisOfTheCollective


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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” with impunity and without protection.

Mistaken Indemnity (MF, Mf, con?, nc?, impreg)

by Krosis of the Collective

Hey, how ya doin’? Name’s Hugh Johnson. No, really! “Hugh”, not Hubert, is actually on my birth certificate. Hugh is a long-standing family name due to a great-grandfather being a war hero or something, and I’m lucky enough to have been saddled with the Johnson surname as well. Even worse, my Dad’s name is also Hugh. That’s right: I’m Hugh Johnson, Jr.

It’s actually not that bad. Some girls want to find out if I “live up to the name” (well, except for the “Junior” part), and they don’t go away disappointed.

My Dad has a way with the ladies too. That’s what broke my parents up when I was 13. I lived with my Mom but kept in touch with my Dad by phone and e-mail as I got older. When I turned 18 I left home to travel the country, following my thumb. That was a few years ago. My Dad said I could stay at his place whenever I was in the area, and I take him up on it once or twice a year.

Oh, another thing about my Dad and me: he’s in his mid-forties and has aged quite well. We look a lot alike. In fact, aside from some light wrinkles and “salt & pepper” in his hair, we could be brothers. We’ve even been mistaken for each other when it’s dim.

Anyway, enough background. I had just shown up on my Dad’s doorstep, ready for a shower, hot meal and soft bed when I remembered that he was on vacation in New York for another few days. Luckily, I recalled where he kept his spare key in a small niche near the front door. I replaced the key before locking the door behind me…aah, blessed comfort! First order of business: washing off the road grime.

A nice soak in the tub and I was all sparkly-clean and fresh. I patted some of my Dad’s aftershave on, put on his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen. Passing the living room, I decided to close the curtains, then stopped and peered out. I could see across the lane and into the living room of a neighboring house. A family — Mom, Dad and daughter — was playing a board game on the floor. The Mom and daughter immediately caught my attention. The Mom looked to be in her mid-thirties and was in great shape, dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders and a form-fitting golf-type shirt hugging her nice-sized breasts and slim waist. She was definitely a MILF (Mom I’d Like to Fuck). Her daughter had light brown hair and was wearing a tight half-top and shorts that showed off her shapely legs and butt…wow! She was slim and looked like she still had some growing to do. Given her Mom’s apparent age she couldn’t have been older than 16 or so, I figured.

It was now dark outside and the movement of the curtain contrasting with the lights behind me attracted the mother’s attention. I quickly closed the curtains, but not before noting a peculiar look on her attractive face.

I fixed myself some chow and watched the tube for a while. Finally I was tired, so I turned off all the lights and went upstairs to my Dad’s bedroom. Doffing the robe, I quickly fell asleep under the sheets.

I was having the greatest dream. I was laying in the back seat of a car, with Sarah Michelle Gellar naked and giving me an incredible blowjob. She was licking me like a lollypop, and then switching to full suck mode. God it felt good! After a few minutes she climbed on top of me, slowly sinking her hot, wet hole down onto my cock. She sighed in pleasure. What a dream!

Suddenly I woke up. It wasn’t a dream, or at least the sex wasn’t. Someone was riding my hard-on, moaning in ecstasy!

My initial shock was blunted by the pleasurable feelings emanating from my crotch. It all still felt so unreal. My hands moved to touch my unknown partner’s legs and bucking hips, then moved up. Nice firm skin…a slightly rounded tummy around the midsection. My hands moved up to her breasts as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I had seen these tits before!

My suspicions were confirmed as the clouds outside parted, allowing just enough moonlight to spill through the bedroom window and onto her face for me to make out her features. The mother from across the street was fucking me hard, intent on the pleasure the rapid penetration was giving her.

“Ooh, you’re awake, lover” she sighed as she looked down at me. Her voice was sultry, wanton. “Remember when you told me about your fantasy to be fucked awake? Welcome home!”

Well, it wasn’t my fantasy before, but it sure was now! What a way to wake up! Her pussy was pleasantly snug around my member, the up-and-down friction adding to the ever-increasing sexual high.

She continued, “Oh Hugh! I’m so glad you came back early. You know how horny I get when I’m ovulating…Dan won’t even touch me because he might get me pregnant! I’m so glad you can’t!” Her up-down motions increased, as did her breathing. She closed her eyes.

Huh? Oh, that’s right: Dad got a vasectomy a few years ago. Suddenly reality rushed in — OH SHIT! She couldn’t tell I wasn’t my Dad in the dim light, and thought that I would be shooting blanks! I had to get her off of me before it was too late, but how? If I stopped her she would wonder why, maybe even turn on the lights. Next stop: the police station on charges of rape!

I was stuck. I couldn’t think of a way to stop this without revealing myself. That old familiar tingling sensation was beginning in my balls and her movements were becoming more frantic. I had to think of something soon!

I tried to think of anything else to get my mind off the gorgeous “yummy mommy” bouncing on my lap, but really, what chance did I have? The added danger of impregnating this sexy mama just made it so much more hot and forbidden.

She started to gasp, her eyes still closed as she bounced harder and faster: “Oh God, give it to me…give me your cum. I love being able to fuck you bareback. So good! Hugh! Oh ohh ohhh!!!”

Her pussy started to spasm around my member, setting off my own orgasm. UHH! UHHH! My pelvis thrust upward, my body instinctively wanting to give my “boys” the best chance at her waiting egg. I exploded into her cunt, my babymaking sperm shooting forcefully into her depths. It had been a few weeks since I had been with a woman so my stuff was most likely quite potent. I figured there was no chance she wouldn’t become a mother again, but I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t really care.

She collapsed on top of me, her face against my neck. She had done all the work but we were both exhausted. After a few minutes of catching our breath she gave me a peck on the cheek and dismounted. “Mmm, that was good” she said, pulling on her robe that had been on the floor. “See you tomorrow, stud.”

Not if I see you first, lady, I thought. First thing in the morning I’m out the back door. I was lucky to have gotten away with this and was quite willing to cut and run. She left the room and I heard the front door quietly close a few seconds later. I fell back asleep.

I was having another dream. This time it was the woman from across the street that was in the back seat of the dream car with me, though instead of a blowjob she was giving me a hand job, and not a very good one, at that. I woke up again. Someone was in the bed with me and playing with my renewed hard-on!

“Mr. Johnson? You awake?” It was the daughter from across the street! What the hell?

She continued to manipulate my member, though she was obviously not very familiar with what she was doing. “I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, but I snuck in here after my Mom. I saw what you did. I heard it all from the bathroom.”

My eyes drifted to the darkened ensuite bathroom, not 10 feet away. She would have had a really good vantage point from there, and her Mom and I were way too distracted to have noticed the little voyeur.

“Mr. Johnson? I want to do it. With you. My Mom really liked it. Will you fuck me? Huh? Please?”

I couldn’t say anything. If she heard my voice she might be able to tell I wasn’t my Dad. She mistook my silence as hesitation.

“I won’t tell, Mr. Johnson. My Dad, I mean. He’d be really mad about you and my Mom. If you do me I’ll keep it a secret.”

The little bitch! She was willing to blackmail me (well, my Dad) to get what she wanted! Well, fine. Be careful what you wish for, little girl.

I sat up and shuffled my butt down the bed, keeping her head between my face and the window so that she couldn’t make out my features. I leaned in and kissed her, tentatively at first, then she returned the kisses with fervor, her arms encircling my shoulders and neck. She’d obviously kissed before. I wondered what else she had done? As we kissed my hands moved to her body. She had on a satiny short nightgown that ended just below her hips and showed some of her cleavage at the top…pretty naughty for such a young girl. I wondered if maybe she was older than I first thought? I turned her and lowered her backwards to the pillows, making sure to keep my face in shadow.

I raised the hem of her nightie and found that she had panties of the same fabric underneath. While continuing our passionate kisses my fingers found their way to them, brushing her sex through the fabric. She gasped. I increased the pressure, round and round, dipping my fingers into her hole a little through the panties’ fabric. Her tongue darted into my mouth as her breathing increased.

Finally I moved down, past her hips and yanked down her panties. She paused, taken aback, but quickly renewed her gasping as my face buried itself in her snatch. Her hands moved down to hold my head as my tongue darted into her quim, searching for the magic button. It didn’t take long.

“Oh, Mr. Johnson! Oh! Nobody’s ever done this to me before…oh! OH!” Her hips rose as she bucked up against my mouth. She tasted like honey. As I continued my tongue-lashing my hands moved up her stomach, caressing and lightly tickling her flesh. Her waist was slim and so nicely shaped. I pushed the nightie up as my hands went up to her breasts. She gasped loudly. I kneaded the flesh, then moved my fingers up to lightly pinch her nipples. Within a few seconds she had an orgasm.

“UH! OH! UM! Oh, YEAH! UH UH UH!” Her hands pulled my head hard into her pelvis, making it hard to breathe, let alone continue using my hands on her. Finally she calmed down and I sat back up. I pulled her to a sitting position and started pulling her nightie off. Even in her post-orgasmic state she was able to raise her arms to help.

I sat back to take it all in, squinting to adjust for the dim light. Fantastic. I guessed she was probably 17 or 18 based on what I was seeing: nice-sized but pert boobies, a nice flat tummy, gorgeous legs, shapely butt and a wanton look on her beautiful young face that had Mr. Wiggly once again back to full 9″ size. She saw my physical reaction and gulped, eyes wide.

I grabbed her hips and started to turn her over. She quickly picked up on what I was trying to do and swung herself around, flipping onto her hands and knees. This way I would be able to concentrate on giving it to her hard without having to worry about the possibility of her seeing my face clearly in the moonlight. Damn she had a nice ass! Not bony…a nice roundness to it, but not fat…no, definitely prime flesh.

I briefly wondered if she might be a virgin as I guided my penis to her cunt. Given her wanton display, however, the chance was slim to none. I pushed myself in carefully, not wanting to hurt her even so.

“Oh, oh…” she moaned, her head dropping forward as she concentrated on the pleasurable intrusion in her most sacred of places. I was concentrating on my own pleasure as her hot, moist pussy walls slowly surrounded my member…exquisite!

After a bit I was about halfway in. While not a virgin, she was quite tight. “God, you’re so big”, she said. “The boys at school can’t even compare.” So she was still in school…she was at most 18 then. Hell, even if she was 13 I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself at this point! She was going to get a cunt full of manchowder and I didn’t care what the consequences were.

I pulled mostly out of her, then jammed back in. “AH!” she exclaimed loudly as I angled my prick to rub along her clit, then I did it again, eliciting more pleasurable sounds. Finally I pushed myself all the way into her, this time producing a loud “OH!”

I had pushed her face into the pillow with my thrusts. I took hold of her hips with my hands, gripping tightly. “Uhm!” Then I started the old in-and-out.

“Oh God! Oh!” My thrusts caused my prick to just come out of her pussy, then I rammed it back inside her until it bottomed out, sending vibrations throughout her pelvic region. She was groaning constantly. My hands went around to her stomach, kneading her stomach muscles, and then I moved up to her breasts, not quite large enough to dangle. I squeezed and manipulated her beautiful tits, swirling my fingers around the areolae and lightly pinching the nipples. Her pussy felt like it was on fire around my penetrating phallus.

Our coupling continued for several minutes. Several times she seemed to be getting close to orgasm and I slowed down, staving off her rising pleasure. Finally I reached forward and pulled on her shoulders. She got the idea and rose back up to her hands and knees, at which point I could sit back and pull her backwards into a kneeling position in my lap.

“OH! Oh Jesus! UH!” she gasped. The penetration was even greater than when she was on her hands and knees, and she paused, just letting the feeling settle within her. Then my arms circled around her midsection and lifted her just enough for her to get the idea. She started to bounce. She turned her head to me.

“I never knew this could feel so good”, she whispered. “I don’t know how I could ever go back to using condoms again. I can feel so much more without one.” Oh yeah, she had heard her mother saying that I, or more specifically my Dad, couldn’t impregnate her. Well, if she was expecting a harmless load of cum inside her then she was in for a surprise. If fact, I remembered reading somewhere that women who live in the same house can synchronize their fertility cycles due to their pheromones. If her Mom was ovulating then she most likely was too!

I grabbed her tits and bounced her harder in my lap, the thought of pregging the little blackmailing bitch spurring me on. You wanted this so badly, huh? Well, curiosity killed the cat, little girl, or in this case it’ll be the rabbit.

The tingling in my nuts started rising, the churning sperm getting ready to blast off and perform their time-honored duty. I nibbled her ear and started pinching her nipples harder, increasing the volume of her gasps. She was close too.

Finally I could take no more. “UHH! UNHHH!” I grunted as my testicles released their built-up early Mother’s Day present within her thirsty cunt. “OH!” she exulted, her head tilting up, her mouth hanging open. “Oh, Mr. Johnson!”

“Call me Hugh”, I growled throatily in her ear.

“Oh, Hugh! OH, OH, HUGH! I can feel you shooting in me!” Her head swiveled around, her mouth questing for mine. Our moans were muffled by the passionate kiss. Her pussy convulsed around my cock as she exploded in orgasm, her womb excitedly sucking up my semen as fast as I could spurt it into her. I could feel the entrance to her womb surrounding the head of my penis. In our last few thrusts we had fit together so well that I could not have been more completely inside her. The thought of my sperm going directly into her womb and straight to her awaiting ovum spurred me on, eliciting a rare multiple orgasm from my loins. Our simultaneous spasms continued, as did the spurting of my dangerous and potent seed within her.

Finally we collapsed forward, my penis still embedded in her depths. I was spent. If this girl had a sister hiding in the bathroom then she would just have to go home disappointed and unimpregnated, no matter what she threatened to do.

I rolled off of her with a wet sound, making sure to keep my face in shadow. She sighed, then rolled onto her back. She looked down at her crotch with excited curiosity. “Ooh, it’s so *squishy*! It’s running out of me!” She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, pointing her pelvis upward. I smiled to myself. I had given her a lot of genetic material to work with, and she had just put herself into the best position to get pregnant. I would have a wet spot to contend with from however much of my cum that had spilled out of her but I didn’t care. Sleep was pulling me in fast.

She noticed my sluggishness. “Sleep well, Mr…. Hugh.” she giggled. She bounced off the bed and grabbed up her clothes, unused to walking around while trying to keep liquid love from running out of her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Within moments she was gone.

Not if I see you first, twit, I thought. What a pair those women were. I wondered if their kids would be born on the same day. Then I lost consciousness.

At 7am I was out the back door and gone. I had made sure that everything was as it had been when I arrived, except for the food I had eaten. Hopefully my Dad wouldn’t notice that. I rushed out of town and later that day e-mailed my father, saying that I was on the far side of the country. Unless my Dad knew how to read e-mail headers (and he didn’t) he would believe it.

Three months later I received an interesting e-mail from my Dad. He was going to be moving far away, and soon — something about problems with the neighbors. Hmm, wonder what that could be?

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Fertilization Happens

by slick_chick


I am living proof that, no matter how cautious and careful one tries to be with one’s sex life, “accidents” can–and do–happen. That’s what this story is all about.

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Fertilization Happens
by slick_chick

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This story is all about three separate sexual intercourse “accidents” that took place over the course of nearly two decades, while I was having an on-going intimate relationship with Ray (not his real name), who was my live-in boyfriend for many years, before he became my husband.

That first sexual intercourse accident didn’t get me pregnant, but it sure scared the hell out of me and Ray both! It also led to an incredibly exciting day of sex for both of us, and forced us to rethink our whole birth control strategy.

However, our second accident resulted in my first-ever pregnancy, which of course, scared me and Ray even more than that first accident did. Let’s just say that this second accident dumped a bunch of unnecessary stress onto our plates, and made our already-stressful lives a living hell for quite a while.

And our third accident, which took place many years later, caused me to get pregnant for the second–and final–time in my life. But this time, due to the life-circumstances surrounding it, both Ray and I weren’t upset about this second pregnancy at all, even though it was totally unplanned, just like my first pregnancy was.

Our First “Accident” – Condoms Can Break

In my story “Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away,” I made the statement that “there’s nothing more erotic and exciting to me than taking a chance on the possibility of getting pregnant–which is exactly what we women do each and every time that we have sexual intercourse with a guy (during our pre-menopausal years, that is), because as far as I know, there is still no non-permanent birth control method that is 100% effective at preventing pregnancy. I mean, even perfectly good condoms can break from time to time.”

And when it comes to the subject of “condoms breaking,” I know exactly what I’m talking about.

The very first time that Ray ever fucked me, he surprise-fucked me from behind while wearing a condom. And everything had gone just fine. The condom–or “rubber,” as Ray and I preferred to call it–did its job, and kept my lover’s semen neatly confined inside the reservoir tip of the condom, just like it was designed to do.

So Ray and I continued to use rubbers as our only method of birth control. And the second time that we ever fucked, turned out just like the first time. There were no problems whatsoever, and the rubber did its job.

However, the third time that Ray and I ever had sexual intercourse together, things took an unexpected turn, leaving us both in a very sticky situation (pun intended)–and one which I’m sure that many of you have had to deal with in your own lives.

Here’s what happened that fateful day:

Ray and I were “doing it” at Ray’s mother’s house, late one afternoon. And while we were in his mother’s bedroom, humping away missionary style on top of her queen size bed, Ray just happened to mention to me that my pussy felt unusually good to him. And I responded back to him that his dick felt really great to my pussy too. And we both simply continued humping away, enjoying the intercourse, and not really giving much thought to what we had just said to one another.

I realize that it might seem strange to you that Ray and I chose to fuck on top of his own mother’s bed that afternoon. However, what you need to realize is that this was Ray’s way of secretly getting back at his mother for her post-menopausal, supposedly religion-based, prudish sexual attitudes and behaviors that had eventually led to Ray’s father moving out of the house, and later getting a divorce.

And of course, Ray loved his father very much. And so did I. Ray’s father was a truly wonderful man in every way! All I can say is that it must have been extremely hard for Ray’s dad to try to stay married for all those years to a woman who steadfastly refused to have sex with him.

At any rate, that’s how Ray and I had ended up fucking on top of his mother’s bed that afternoon. And at some point, Ray pressed his dick all the way up inside me, as far as he could get it. And then he just held it there and ejaculated, while bicycling his legs and rocking his hips from side-to-side (just for the record, Ray and I have always preferred deep sperm ejaculations during intercourse).

And that’s when I first realized that something was definitely “wrong.” I could feel the back pocket of my vagina quickly getting sopping-wet. And I instantly knew that it wasn’t my own “wetness.” It was Ray’s.

The strangest part about all this, was that I didn’t get scared or freaked out by what was happening. Instead, I was already so turned-on during our intercourse, that the thought that I might actually have Ray’s sperm deep inside of my vagina for the very first time ever, sexually excited me to the point that I ended up spontaneously orgasming, right along with Ray. In fact, I orgasmed my butt off so hard that I nearly lost consciousness.

A little while after Ray had finished unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of my vagina, I finally came back down to earth enough to tell him, “Honey, I think we’ve got a problem. I’m pretty sure the rubber broke.”

“Oh shit! God damn it! I just knew your pussy was feeling too good to me,” Ray emphatically remarked, as he eased his dick out of my pussy.

Ray and I were both horrified when we saw what was left of the condom. It was now a torn and tattered, scrunched-up rubber ring that was wrapped around Ray’s wet dick-shaft, about halfway down the length of it.

After we both got over the initial shock, regarding what had just happened–and as we both witnessed Ray’s gooey semen slowly oozing out of my possibly-fertile baby-making hole–Ray and I just sat there on the bed and talked for several minutes, discussing the possible ramifications of our first-ever intercourse accident.

And during our conversation, I couldn’t help but reach down between my own legs, so that I could touch and feel and visually examine the little globs of sperm that just kept leaking out of my fuck-hole.

And, I know that this may sound weird, but I eventually talked Ray into going ahead and fucking me again, if he wanted to.

I basically told Ray that “the damage” had already been done, and that there was nothing that we could do now to stop me from getting pregnant, if that was what was meant to happen (by the way, this was a true statement on my part, because morning-after emergency contraceptives, like Plan B One-Step, didn’t exist back then).

And I convinced Ray that we might as well take advantage of this bad situation that we were in, and at least go ahead and enjoy fucking “au naturel” for the first time ever.

Ray agreed with me. So he pulled what was left of the torn rubber off of his slick dick. And I played with his dick to get it rock-hard again, which didn’t take very long at all to happen.

Then Ray mounted me and began fucking me missionary style, enthusiastically humping away at my pussy, just about as fast as he could go.

And a couple of minutes later, Ray fertilized my totally-unprotected pussy for the second time that afternoon. But this time, he did it on purpose, instead of by accident.

After Ray pulled out of me, we spent some time passionately kissing and hugging each other, which was something that we normally tended to do. And while I was French-kissing Ray, I also had my hand down in his crotch. And I was playfully feeling out and playing with his wet, still-partially-erect dick and his sexy balls.

And before too long, I began pumping up and down on Ray’s dick-shaft with my hand. That was my way of letting him know that I wanted him to fuck me again, without me having to actually say that to him.

At the time, I couldn’t believe that I was still feeling so horny, after I had already been fucked and fertilized twice by Ray. But looking back on it all now, my extreme level of horniness makes perfect sense me. After all, it’s not every day that a heterosexual woman will decide to throw all caution to the wind, and risk allowing her lover to fuck her possibly-fertile pussy “au naturel.”

Much to my dismay, as I kept hand-pumping up and down on Ray’s penis, it just kept getting softer and smaller, until Ray finally lost his erection completely. And I realized that once Ray’s erection was gone, there was a good chance that he might lose interest in continuing to have sex with me. After all, he had already fucked me twice.

Desperate times usually call for desperate measures. So when Ray announced to me that he needed to go to the bathroom, and started to get up out of the bed, I knew that I had to do something to try to keep his mind focused on having sex with me.

So I said, “Wait a minute, buster! Ladies always go first.” And I sprang out of bed, and made a quick dash for the bedroom doorway.

“Like hell they do!” Ray quipped back, and pretend-raced me to the bathroom, which was just down the small hallway that connected the three bedrooms at Ray’s mother’s house. Naturally, Ray let me “win,” being the true gentleman that he is.

And right after I entered the bathroom, I threw up the toilet lid, plopped my butt down onto the seat ring, spread my legs apart and began peeing into the toilet bowl.

The reason why I spread my legs pretty far apart was that, this time, I wanted Ray to watch me pee.

Normally, I preferred to do my “bathroom business” in private. But I knew that watching women urinate had always been a big turn-on for Ray. And it seemed like Ray would always try to find an excuse to justify him being in the bathroom with me, whenever I was urinating.

As soon as I had plopped myself down on the toilet seat, Ray came into the bathroom and stood right in front of me. And he stared at my hairy, pissing pussy for a few seconds.

Then Ray surprised me when he all of the sudden began peeing right along with me, and aiming his urine stream, so that it was falling into the toilet bowl, right between my spread-apart thighs. And that took a lot of skill on Ray’s part, because there was only a couple of inches of space between the insides of my thighs and the front of the toilet seat ring.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold it any longer,” he explained to me, making a gesture towards his dick.

“Hey, be careful with that ‘thing’! You’re gonna pee all over me,” I warned him.

“You mean, like this?” Ray asked sarcastically. And then he intentionally and playfully shifted his dick ever so slightly upward for about 4 or 5 seconds to re-aim his urine stream, so that his warm urine was splashing up against the thick pubic hair at the front of my crotch, and dripping down my pussy to the toilet bowl below.

“God, you’re such a naughty boy! What am I gonna do with you?” I teased, as I continued to pee, with my urine spraying out into the water below.

“I don’t know. But when we’re done taking a piss, we can discuss it,” Ray said, pretending to act all macho.

“Oh yeah? Well I’m just about done. So let’s talk about it,” I said, as I released the last few spurts of urine out of my bladder. I didn’t pee for very long, because I really didn’t have to “go” that badly. But Ray obviously did, because he was still peeing full-force between my legs into the toilet bowl.

As soon as Ray was finally finished urinating, I didn’t grab some toilet paper and wipe off my pussy, like I normally would have done.

Instead, I leaned forward, without getting up off the toilet seat, and I caught Ray totally by surprise, when I swooped down onto his non-erect penis with my mouth, so that I could begin sucking on his dick-head, and licking it like a big lollipop.

Show me a man who says he doesn’t like getting a blowjob, and I’ll show you a liar. All I know is that Ray absolutely loves getting his dick sucked. And I figured that this was probably the best way for me to try to quickly excite him, and give him another boner, so that he could fuck me again, like I was wanting him to do.

And miraculously (sarcasm intended), Ray’s penis started getting larger and firmer by the second.

And once Ray’s dick had “grown” to the point that it was almost fully-erect, I pulled my mouth off of it, stood up from the toilet seat, and embraced Ray, giving him a juicy French-kiss. While we were kissing, I reach down and grabbed the shaft of his dick and guided the head of it into the front of my urine-soaked pussy crack. And I began rubbing his dick-head back and forth against my clit and the front part of my crack.

Then I whispered in Ray’s ear, “Babe, I’m still so horny, I can’t stand it. Would you please fuck me one more time?”

“Of course, I will,” Ray replied, whispering back in my ear.

“On top of your mother’s bed?”

“Sure, babe. If that’s what you want,” said Ray.

“Without using a rubber?” I whispered in his ear, as sexy as I could.

Ray immediately pulled back his head and looked me straight in the eye, as he asked me, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But–”

“No ‘but’s!” I interrupted. “I’m really not in the mood for excuses right now, Ray. I just need you to squirt your sperm inside me one more time, and we’ll call it a day, okay? Deal?” I said, hoping that I had just made Ray an offer that he couldn’t refuse.

“Sure, babe. Whatever you want. You know I love you,” Ray replied, as he took me by the hand, and led me back to his mother’s bedroom, where we both got back on top of her bed.

I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs far apart, and pulled my pussy crack wide-open with my hands to make it easy for Ray to mount me.

As Ray was kneeling between my spread-apart thighs, playfully rubbing the head of his dick against my clitoris and getting ready to mount me, he told me, “Now don’t blame me, if I get you pregnant. Because you’re the one who asked for it.”

“But how do you know that I’m not already pregnant?” I asked coyly, as I felt Ray’s dick start sliding up into my baby-making hole.

“I don’t. But neither do you,” Ray said, and then began slowly thrusting his dick inside me.

“Yeah, you’re right. And that’s the part that turns me on the most,” I honestly admitted out loud to Ray. “It’s too bad we can’t fuck like this all the time. God, your dick feels so good inside me! I hate those stupid rubbers!”

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,” Ray quickly agreed.

And then we both stopped talking to one another, and we got right down to the serious business of trying to make a baby–while, at the same time, hoping and praying deep down inside, that we would fail in the end. Let’s face it, a baby was the last thing that either of us wanted, or needed, at this point in our young lives.

Well, they say the third time’s the charm. And in my case, it definitely was. Ray fucked the crap out of me, relentlessly humping away at my pussy for what must have been at least 15 to 20 minutes or more (it seemed to me that he really had to struggle to achieve that third orgasm of his), before he finally pumped out yet another load of his semen directly into the back pocket of my already-sticky and gooey baby-making hole.

And throughout the whole time that this third “charmed intercourse” was taking place, I just kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming, and cumming. It was like being the Energizer Fuck-Bunny. I had never orgasmed so much in such a short period of time during my entire life.

In fact, I didn’t realize it at first, but I was actually orgasming too much (yes, believe it or not, there is such a thing). About two-thirds of the way into our super-energetic and hopefully-unsuccessful baby-making attempt, this experience turned into a classic “be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it” type of situation for me, when my orgasms all of the sudden quit feeling pleasurable to me, and started to actually become painful, with each successive orgasm being just a little more painful than the previous one. And they wouldn’t let up. My unbroken string of strong, intercourse-induced orgasms just kept on taking place, one right after another, like clockwork.

As Ray kept pounding away at my pussy with his dick, I started begging and pleading with him to go ahead and cum inside me. I just wanted for our intercourse to come to a quick end, so that I could finally stop orgasming, and give my pussy-muscles a much-needed rest.

But Ray was “a man on a mission.” He was bound and determined to fertilize my pussy one more time. And unfortunately, his dick and balls didn’t seem to be cooperating with him very well, despite my numerous pleas for him to go ahead and shoot his wad inside me as soon as possible.

Eventually, I found myself getting desperate and saying things to him like, “God damn it, Ray! Cum inside me right now, you son of a bitch! Give me your sperm, damn it! What the fuck are you waiting for?”

But Ray just kept on humping away on auto-pilot, without saying a word to me.

By the time that Ray finally did manage to build up to that third orgasm of his, so that he could cum inside me and bring an end to his relentless pussy-thrusting, I was literally in tears, whimpering and sobbing like a baby–and even crying out uncontrollably during my increasingly-painful orgasmic peaks–all the while feeling like I had bitten off much more than I could chew.

After Ray’s penis had finally softened up enough to fall out of my vagina, all on its own, Ray and I just lay there in each other’s arms, totally spent.

I definitely wasn’t feeling horny any more. Also, my whole pussy felt pretty sore.

Of course, I shared that last observation with Ray, and he told me that his dick felt raw and sore to him too.

Ray also reminded me that it was getting late, and that his mother would be coming home from work soon.

Fear is a great motivator. And it definitely helped Ray and me to somehow muster up enough strength to climb out of his mother’s bed, and clean up after ourselves.

As soon as I finally stood up and started walking around, I instantly turned into that girl who we have all heard about, at one time or another. You know? That girl who got fucked so hard, that she could barely walk afterwards? Well, that was me. I was literally walking around bow-legged, and moving my legs at a snail’s pace.

By the way, it was a good thing that we had removed the bedspread and the top sheet from Ray’s mother’s bed first, before we had started having sex that afternoon, because we ended up leaving so many large wet spots on the fitted sheet, that it was pretty much soaked with our combined sexual juices.

I mentioned to Ray that it would probably be best if I changed out the sheets on his mother’s bed for clean ones. So that’s exactly what I did, before we left the bedroom, to go on about our normal business.

Later that same evening, while I was standing up at the kitchen counter top, preparing some dinner for both of us, Ray quietly snuck up on me from behind. He put his arms around my waist, and scared the crap out of me, which made me jump and let out a little scream. Ray and I laughed together for a few moments.

And then Ray moved his hands down around the sides of my hips, and he pulled my butt up against his crotch, as he whispered in my ear, “Babe, I’m feeling so horny right now. Would it be okay with you if we fuck one more time? I mean, without using a rubber? I’m ready to take ‘the big gamble’ again, if you are.”

I could feel the firm erection bulge at the front of Ray’s pants pressing up into the crack of my pants-covered buttocks. And without even thinking, I immediately replied, “Sure. Let’s do it.”

But then I thought for a moment about what I had just said, and I felt that I needed to further explain myself to Ray. So I told him, “But we can’t just keep on fucking like this, without using any birth control. I really don’t wanna get pregnant right now. And I know you don’t want me to get pregnant either. So tonight has got to be the very last time, okay? Promise me, Ray.”

“I promise you, babe. Tonight will be the very last time. And I won’t ever ask you to do this again,” Ray assured me, as he reached down into my crotch with his right hand, and teasingly pressed his finger into–and along the crack of–my camel toe. And while he was doing that, he began placing a series of gentle kisses all the way up and down the side of my neck, just under my ear.

“Mmmmmmmmm…,” I couldn’t help but moan out loud, in response to Ray’s tender kisses and his adept finger-massage of the crack of my clothed camel toe. “Oh God, Ray! I must be crazy! I can’t believe I just agreed to let you put more sperm in my pussy.”

“Hey, if you don’t really want me to do that,” said Ray, “I could put a rubber on first, you know. And then hope that it doesn’t break.”

“Don’t you dare back out now, Ray! God damn it!” I scolded him. “You’re the one who just said that you wanted to take ‘the big gamble’ one more time. And now that you’ve gotten my pussy all wet, you’d better take me in the bedroom and fuck me right now, before I come to my senses and change my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ray sarcastically replied, as he took me by the hand and led me into our bedroom.

We both stood in front of each other and immediately took off all of our clothes, tossing the various pieces of our clothing out from our bodies, and letting them fall all over the carpet.

It really turned me on when Ray took off his pants and underwear, and I saw that his light-skinned Scotch-Irish dick was already standing at full-attention, and ready for my pussy. And of course, my hairy Latina “panocha” (pussy) was already wet, and ready for Ray’s dick too.

That meant that Ray and I could skip the foreplay part altogether (which is something that we rarely ever did), and get right down to business. And that was a good thing in this case, because Ray’s dick and my pussy were pretty raw and sore from this afternoon’s unexpected “fuck-fest triple-header.”

So I climbed into bed, and positioned myself on my back, with my legs spread apart.

Ray got into bed, kneeling between my spread-legs, and mounted me in a missionary style position, sinking his dick all the way up to the hilt, in one smooth long thrust, before just stopping dead-still and leaving his dick in place.

Then Ray whispered in my ear, “You know that this is the very last time that my dick is ever gonna be inside your pussy, without us using any birth control. Now, I don’t know about you, but that thought really turns me on a lot!”

“Hey, it really turns me on a lot too!” I honestly answered.

“Good, because I want us to try and fuck in a very special way right now. I’m not gonna hump your pussy at all. My dick’s just too sore for that.

“Instead, I want us to both just lie very still, and close our eyes and fantasize, until we finally ‘think ourselves’ to an orgasm. Do you think you can do that?”

“I don’t know,” I honestly replied, “But I’ll give it a hell of a try. Just for you, babe. And for my sore pussy too.”

To be honest with you, Ray’s suggestion sounded kind of crazy to me at the time. But it also sounded like an intriguing challenge, to say the least. So I was eager to give it try, if for no other reason than to see if I really could “think myself” to an orgasm.

And although it did take me a while to initially build up my sexual excitement enough, it turned out that I actually could“think myself” to an orgasm.

(Looking back on everything now, I don’t really know why I was so surprised by the fact that I had the ability to “think myself” to an orgasm, because I knew that sex researchers had always claimed that sex is actually 90% mental and only about 10% physical.)

In fact, while Ray was coupled-up with me, I managed to keep myself at such a high level of mental sexual excitement, that I was able to make myself cum more than once.

And Ray eventually ended up making his fourth deposit into the back vault of my vaginal sperm bank that day, without him ever having to thrust his penis in and out of my sore vagina at all.

Ironically, that turned out to be one of the most intense and erotic sexual experiences that Ray and I had ever shared together, up until that time.

Well, the good news was that my menstrual period finally came about a week or so after our day-long “intercourse marathon” took place. Naturally, Ray and I both let out big sighs of relief, and we vowed that we would never put ourselves in that perilous position again.

So we kept trying different methods–and combinations of methods–of over-the-counter and prescription birth control.

At first, I went down to the local women’s clinic and got a prescription for birth control foam. Originally, Ray and I were intending to use just a spermicidal foam or a cream–and nothing else–as our only form of birth control.

However, the doctor at the clinic advised us not to do that, saying that the foams and creams, when used by themselves, weren’t that reliable; and that the effectiveness was greatly increased by using condoms along with the spermicidal foam (which the doctor claimed had a better pregnancy prevention rate than a spermicidal cream did).

And it was a very good thing that Ray and I took the doctor’s advice, and that we were using the spermicidal foam along with the condoms, because it didn’t take long at all for us to discover that Ray tended to break through the condoms (about once every two or three times that we fucked), despite the fact that he would always make sure that the condoms were put on his erect penis correctly, so that there was plenty of room (about an inch of space) between the very tip of his dick and the reservoir tip of the condom.

In other words, Ray never had the condom pulled all the way down his dick, until the much smaller “nipple” at the very tip of the condom was pulled right up against his piss-hole slit, and sticking straight out from the tip of his dick. I know this for a fact, because most of the time, I was the one who put the condoms on Ray’s erect penis, right before we would couple up and start fucking.

Ray and I continued to use condoms (in conjunction with spermicidal foam) for about 3 or 4 more weeks, until we both agreed that we really didn’t like this particular birth control method at all.

The condoms kept breaking–no matter which brand or style that we bought–making them totally undependable, as far as we were concerned. Not only that, but for both of us, condoms also took away that wonderful feeling that came from having Ray’s bare dick in direct contact with my bare pussy during intercourse.

I went back down to the local women’s clinic, and told the doctor about my on-going condom-breakage problem, and the doctor suggested that I should try using a diaphragm, instead of condoms. So I got fitted for one. And the doctor showed me how to use it, and how to check it for leaks, and so forth.

Over the next week or two, Ray and I used the diaphragm in conjunction with spermicidal foam every time that we fucked. And just like our bad experience with using rubbers, the diaphragm also quickly turned out to be a total failure for us.

First of all, it was very difficult for me to try to get the diaphragm situated properly, due to my deeply-positioned cervix, as well as the sharply-downward-and-backward angle of my cervix in relation to angle of my vagina. In fact, Ray had to put the diaphragm in for me, because no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t manage to get it positioned properly inside me.

And then once Ray and I would begin to have intercourse, the diaphragm simply would not stay in place. Any time that Ray was humping away at me, that stupid diaphragm would slip out of position and slide down my vagina ever-so-slowly (along the topside of Ray’s dick-shaft, if we happened to be in our usual missionary style position). And then ironically, the diaphragm would eventually stop sliding–but not until it had already worked its way just far enough down my vagina to leave the neck of my uterus (my entire cervix) totally exposed to the head of Ray’s dick, and to its inevitable payload of baby-making seed.

So, as far as Ray and I were concerned, that damn diaphragm worked even worse than the condoms had. But Ray and I just couldn’t bring ourselves to go back to using rubbers again, because frankly, we had gotten spoiled to the wonderful feeling of having our two bare genitals in direct contact with each other during intercourse. And so one day, Ray and I both decided to quit trying to use that stupid diaphragm that wouldn’t stay in place, and to just keep using the spermicidal foam by itself, as our only method of birth control. And that’s exactly what we did for the next few weeks.

But of course, vaginal foam was extremely messy, and had to be inserted deep into my vagina right before intercourse began, in order for it to be as effective as possible. Although Ray and I would incorporate the insertion of the spermicidal foam into my vagina as part of our foreplay, it never felt comfortable for either of us (for various reasons that I’m not going to elaborate on here).

Ray and I were also well aware that we couldn’t continue using the foam as our sole method of birth control for too long of a time, because the odds would eventually catch up with us at some point, and I would end up getting pregnant. Not only that, but my supply of spermicidal foam that the clinic had given me was nearly used up.

So I finally went to back down to the local women’s clinic, and I got on The Pill. And everything was great for quite a long time.

Once I had gotten on The Pill (so that Ray and I had begun having condom-less, diaphragm-less, spermicidal foam-less intercourse together), it didn’t seem like a day would ever go by without me having at least one fresh wad of Ray’s sperm in my pussy. And that was because Ray and I both treated sex as simply being another natural need that had to be satisfied, just like hunger and thirst.

In fact, shortly after I got on The Pill, sex quickly became a daily routine for us, in much the same way that eating breakfast was. Of course, having sex with Ray tended to be much more exciting than eating breakfast was.

At this point in our lives together, in addition to fertilizing my pussy on an almost-daily basis, Ray was making a living as a full-time musician/singer in a very popular local rock band. And that was a precarious–and sometimes downright hazardous–lifestyle.

It was definitely not the type of lifestyle that we wanted to bring a child into. And so Ray and I both made sure that I took my birth control pill each and every morning, without ever missing a pill.

Our Second “Accident” – Doctors Can Be Wrong

In the early spring of 1978, I decided that I wanted to temporarily stop taking The Pill, just to give my body a break from all those artificial hormone levels that the super-potent birth control pills caused in one’s body, back in those days.

I had been using The Pill daily since 1973. And after talking it over with Ray, and expressing my health concerns to him, we both decided that I should switch over to an intrauterine device (IUD) for a little while, and then later go back on The Pill again, after anywhere from a few months to a year of me using the IUD as birth control.

So I made a consultation appointment with my gynecologist at the time, Dr. Ortega (not his real name), and discussed my having him insert an IUD into my uterus. Dr. Ortega told me that the IUD could only be inserted safely during one of the days of my menstrual period, and asked me to make an appointment to come in for that procedure, once my next period had begun.

I waited until my period started, which was on a Thursday night. I called Dr. Ortega’s office the very next morning and made an appointment to come in for the IUD insertion. I tried to get in that same day, but the earliest they could fit me in was Monday, which was the fourth day of my five-day-long menstrual period.

On Monday morning, Ray was in the small exam room with me, when I found myself on top of the exam table, with my legs spread apart and the heels of my feet in the metal stirrups, and the doctor between my legs, getting ready to insert the IUD up into my uterus. Of course, there was also the requisite nurse in the small room with us, standing beside the doctor, waiting to assist him, if needed.

That’s when one of ladies from the doctor’s front office staff came barging into the exam room, saying that the Dr. Ortega (who was also an obstetrician) had a patient of his who was going into active labor, and needed for him to come to the hospital as soon as possible to deliver her baby.

Dr. Ortega abruptly stopped the IUD insertion procedure, and told me that I would have to reschedule it for another time. He had the lady from his front office staff check the appointment calendar, and there was nothing open for the next day, which was the last day of my period. So the doctor told me that I would have to wait to get the IUD put in, until I had my next period.

I told Dr. Ortega that I was very concerned about this, because my prescription for The Pill had run out, and I didn’t have any birth control pills left at home. I also told him that condoms weren’t an acceptable alternative for us, because Ray and I had always experienced such bad luck while using condoms.

And of course, the last thing that Ray and I wanted to do was to stop fucking for an entire month. That seemed like an eternity to us, at the time. And in our eyes, it was a totally unacceptable solution for our doctor-caused lack-of-IUD problem.

But Dr. Ortega assured me that there was absolutely nothing for me to worry about, and that Ray and I should simply go on having sexual intercourse, as usual, until my next period came.

Of course, I was completely shocked by the doctor’s statement. And so was Ray.

Then the good doctor went on to tell Ray and me that, since I had been on The Pill for about 5 years, there was no way that my body would return back to its “natural state” (ovulating monthly, etc.) within the first 45 to 60 days after getting off The Pill. He reassured both of us that, no matter how much unprotected sexual intercourse we had together, there would be “no chance at all of me getting pregnant before my next period came”–at which time I was to return to his office to finally get the IUD inserted.

So Ray and I left Dr. Ortega’s office. And when Wednesday came and my period was finally over with, we fucked our brains out, knowing full well that we intentionally weren’t using any form of birth control, thanks to the doctor’s insistence that it wasn’t necessary at all.

Ray and I continued to fuck at least once a day for the next couple of weeks, until one day…

Ray and I both felt so extraordinarily horny that we decided to skip foreplay entirely, and we ended up fucking two times–one right after another–during the same sexual encounter. First, we fucked in a missionary style position, with me lying on my back on the carpeted bedroom floor, until Ray creampied my pussy. Then I quickly flipped over, got on all fours, and teasingly swayed my butt from side-to-side. Ray immediately mounted me from behind, and fucked me doggie style. And it didn’t take very long for him to coat my cervix with a second helping of his sperm.

Throughout the entire time that we were fucking, I was so turned-on, that I just kept orgasming my ass off over and over again. And Ray was so sexually excited that he never lost his erection the whole time, as he completely skipped his normal refractory period that would have usually taken place between his first ejaculation and his second one.

When Ray pulled his dick out of my pussy after our just-completed doggie style intercourse, I rolled over onto my back, and Ray plopped himself down on the carpet, right beside me. He was totally spent, and breathing very heavily, directly into my left ear.

As we both lay there in each other’s arms, my womb all of the sudden began feeling really strange to me. And I know this probably sounds crazy–especially to all you men out there–but somehow, I could instinctively sense that I was fertile, and that one of Ray’s “swimming” sperm cells had actually managed to penetrate and enter into my awaiting egg cell.

“There’s something I need to tell you, babe,” I finally said to Ray. “It feels like I’m fertile right now, and I’m almost positive that you just got me pregnant. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. That’s all.”

Of course, Ray reacted to my “just got me pregnant” statement, as if I were a raving lunatic in a sanatorium.

“Hey! Don’t look at me that way!” I reprimanded him. “I’m not kidding, Ray. This is serious. I don’t care what the doctor said. I swear to you. You just got me pregnant!”

And for the sake of keeping the peace, Ray patronized me by saying, “Okay, okay. I believe you. So what do we do now?”

But I could tell that Ray still didn’t truly believe me–that is, until my period didn’t come when it was supposed to, about two weeks later.

I waited another week after my period was supposed to have started, and still no menstruation. So I went down to the store and bought a home pregnancy test.

I went into the bathroom, peed on the end of the stick, and then waited for the required amount of time. And sure enough, there was a little red “+” sign on the indicator at the tip of the flat, Popsicle-style stick.

I showed the positive pregnancy test stick to Ray, and he was floored. And he apologized for not believing me earlier, back when I had told him in bed that day that he had just gotten me pregnant.

I called Dr. Ortega’s office that same afternoon to ask the doctor to call me at his earliest convenience. And when he called me back, I told him all about what had happened. And I also let him know that, as far as I was concerned, my pregnancy was a direct result of the poor advice that he had given me and Ray during my last visit to his office.

I could tell by the tone of his voice, that Dr. Ortega was quite shocked and surprised by my story. He kept apologizing to me, and insisting that he had never had any other patient of his get pregnant within one menstrual cycle (28 days) of quitting The Pill. He told me that I had to be incredibly fertile for that to have happened to me.

A few months later, I was able to breathe a big sigh of relief when this first-ever pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. At the time, I certainly didn’t feel like Ray and I were ready to be parents yet. The truth is that Ray and I were both very pleased that this pregnancy didn’t end up bringing a baby into our lives.

Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not that Ray and I didn’t want to have kids someday. It’s just that we didn’t want to be raising kids at that point in our lives (back when Ray and I both still felt like we were really just overgrown kids ourselves).

The ironic part about all of this is that I finally got Dr. Ortega to insert the IUD device inside of my uterus–and it immediately turned out to be the worst form of birth control that Ray and I had ever tried to use.

Once I had the IUD inside my uterus, I all of the sudden began experiencing extremely painful abdominal cramping, which only seemed to worsen during sexual arousal–and especially during sexual intercourse.

And that long, thin, sturdy piece of IUD-attached string that emerged from the tiny opening in the middle of my cervix, and perpetually hung down into my vagina (and believe it or not, that was the way the IUD was designed to work) ended up irritating Ray’s sensitive-skinned Scotch-Irish penis so badly, that after just a couple of attempts at sexual intercourse, we both agreed to quit having sex altogether, until after I had gotten that damn IUD removed (which I did as soon as I possibly could).

After that horrible IUD experience was over with, I ran straight back to The Pill with wide-open arms, and things quickly got back to normal, thank God. Ray and I were able to have great sex together once again. And as you can imagine, both of us were very thankful for that.

Our Third “Accident” – Women Can Ovulate Twice

It was the summer of 1991, and I had just celebrated my 38th birthday a couple of weeks before my third accident happened.

It had been a very long time since Ray and I had had a sexual intercourse accident, the last one being in 1978. And that’s because we tried hard to keep it that way.

However, when I turned 35, I asked Ray if I could get off The Pill permanently, since it was much more dangerous (health-wise) for women over 35 to be on The Pill, than it was for younger women. And Ray agreed that my health came first.

So Ray and I finally decided that we would use the rhythm method of natural birth control, in conjunction with daily morning basal body temperature readings to determine the actual day of my ovulation during each of my menstrual cycles, so that we could verify which days of my cycle to include in my “safe times,” and be able to make adjustments to my “safe times,” if needed.

For those of you who may not be too familiar with the rhythm method of birth control, here’s a quick overview:

The rhythm method is based on the fact that a woman or girl normally can’t get pregnant during the first 7 days of her menstrual cycle, which starts on the first day of her period. A woman or girl also normally can’t get pregnant from day 21 through the rest of her menstrual cycle, which ends on the last day before her next period starts.

Those first and last weeks of a female’s cycle are commonly referred to as being the woman’s or girl’s “safe times.” In other words, “safe times” are those groupings of days in her menstrual cycle when a woman or girl isn’t normally fertile, and therefore can have unprotected sexual intercourse without ever getting pregnant.

At least, that’s the way that the rhythm method is supposed to work. And it does work very well most of the time, especially when combined with daily basal body temperature readings.

The point I’m trying to make is that, although it did require much more discipline and self-restraint than any other form of birth control that Ray and I ever used, this combination of natural-style birth control systems worked flawlessly for Ray and me over the course of 3 full years–all the way up until that “special day” in the summer of 1991, when the wheels finally came off.

It happened during the beginning of the fourth week of my menstrual cycle. My basal temperature had already spiked the graph line (on the little chart that I updated daily) at the end of the second week, meaning that I had just ovulated. And so Ray and I had avoided having intercourse for a little over a week, just to be on the safe side.

The very next time that we fucked, I knew that my period was only days away. But I felt extraordinarily horny. And so did Ray. So we decided to skip foreplay entirely, and Ray fucked me twice in a row–once in a standard missionary position, and then again in a doggie style position-without him ever losing his erection until after he had finished fucking me doggie style.

Is any of this starting to sound familiar to you? Well, it felt like déjà vu to me too–except that this time, Ray and I were fucking on top of the bed, instead of down on the floor; and I didn’t wait until afterwards to inform Ray about my pregnancy suspicions. Instead, I did it while he was busy humping away at my pussy from behind, doggie style.

I turned my head to one side, and said to Ray, “Go ahead, babe. Give me some more of that sexy sperm of yours, if you want to. But I really don’t think I need it any more.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ray asked, obviously confused by my remark, but still thrusting away at my sopping-wet baby-making hole. And I could tell, by the slower and deliberate way that he was thrusting–and by the way that he was pausing for a short moment at the very end of each inward thrust–that Ray was just about to cum.

I quickly reached down between my legs and placed my hand on Ray’s balls, just to verify my suspicion that Ray was getting ready to cum. And sure enough, he had a “flat sack.”

What I mean by that term, is that Ray’s balls weren’t hanging down underneath his dick anymore, like they normally do. Instead, his balls were pulled up out of their drastically-tightened-up and flattened-out scrotal sack, and they were resting against the base of his shaft, with one oval-shaped testicle pressed up snugly against either side of his dick-shaft. And I knew exactly what that particular “dick and balls configuration” meant. Ray was just moments away from shooting his wad.

“Well, you’re feelin’ super-horny right now, aren’t you? I mean, really, really horny. Right?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Ray quickly admitted.

“Well, so am I. And you wanna know why?”

Ray didn’t respond to my question. Instead, he was totally preoccupied with methodically humping away at my pussy. And it was obvious to me that he was quickly being overwhelmed by his own orgasmic sensations, as he was automatically building up to his now-inevitable orgasmic peak.

“I’m pretty sure that you already got me pregnant!” I announced loudly enough to try to make sure that Ray would hear me through the thick, orgasmic fog that I knew was clouding up his brain. “It felt like it happened right after we started ‘doing it’ doggie style,” I added, as I felt Ray’s dick-head quickly ballooning up and getting much larger inside me.

“Oh shit! God damn it!” I heard Ray scream out loudly, as he was reaching his climax.

This was quite surprising to me, because Ray didn’t normally tend to get vocal during an orgasm. I’m the one who usually did that kind of stuff.

And then I started nervously giggling like a little schoolgirl, as I felt Ray’s dick begin pulsating deep inside me, while he was forcefully unleashing his second wad of sperm all over my cervix–and also continuing to cuss away like a drunken sailor throughout his exceptionally long-lasting ejaculation.

Afterwards, while we were lying side-by-side, Ray said, “I thought you told me that you already ovulated this month, right at the end of the second week, just like you’re supposed to.”

“I did,” I said. “You saw the spike in the graph yourself. But I guess I must have ovulated again. All I know is that I’m almost positive that you got me pregnant, just a few minutes ago.”

This time–unlike during our second accident back in 1978–Ray believed me when I told him about my hunch that he had just gotten me pregnant. And his reaction to my “unexpected news” was very supportive and loving.

The very next morning, my basal body temperature reading was high, creating a second spike in the graph, which indicated that I had actually ovulated twice during the same menstrual cycle. Over the next few days, Ray and I stopped having sex altogether, while we were halfheartedly waiting for my period to hopefully arrive at its scheduled time. And of course, it never did; because I was as pregnant as I could get.

And that’s how my now-23-year-old son was conceived.

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What I really want for you take away from this story is that no matter how much you try to prevent pregnancy, while maintaining an active sex life at the same time, sometimes sexual intercourse “accidents” happen anyway. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it–except to deal with the aftermath.

Fertilization happens…

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I Love My Brother

by KrosisOfTheCollective


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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.

I Love My Brother (M-solo, F-solo, mf, Mf, MF, 1st, inc, nc, preg, reluc, rom)

by Krosis of the Collective

I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart.

My name is Beth. Let me tell you my story…

I was almost 17 when it started. I was in the change room at my school and heard some girls in the corner giggling, looking at something on the wall. When I got close I realized they were looking through a small hole, and on the other side was the boys’ change room!

I hung back, deliberately dressing slowly until the lunch bell rang. Once everyone had left I knelt down and had my own look through the hole.

There, before me, was the first naked male body I had ever seen! The hole in the wall was small but it allowed me to see the side of the boy’s toned midsection and his beautiful hard cock as he stroked it in the shower. I guessed that all of the other boys had left for lunch and he had stayed behind to whack off.

It was the first penis I had ever seen, and it was beautiful. Based on what I know now I realize it was a little above average in length, and not thick, but not thin either. It looked just right.

As I watched the boy stroke himself I felt an itching between my legs. I changed from kneeling to squatting and then snaked my hand under my skirt. I found that I was quite wet down there, watching this boy pleasure himself.

I moved the crotch of my panties aside and started to play with my clit. After a minute or so I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy a little. They went in easy; I had never been so wet before.

I imagined the boy’s hard cock slipping into my wet, virginal depths, and I thrust my fingers inside myself in time with each of his strokes, mindful of my maidenhead.

I could feel my orgasm build. It was going to be big. The boy’s hand started to move faster, faster…

White cream exploded from the tip of the boy’s cock and I heard him grunt. I had already been fantasizing about that cock being inside me, and seeing it spurt like that made me wonder how it would feel for that gush of semen to splash my insides. I came hard on my fingers, gasping, almost losing my balance. I somehow managed to keep my eye lined up with the peephole, watching as smaller, weaker spurts of cum erupted from that cock.

Finally, both of us were spent. I had experienced the strongest orgasm of my young life, and I hadn’t even seen my fantasy lover’s face! I kept watching as the boy finished his shower and walked away from the peephole. His ass was tight, with no fat showing anywhere. ‘Turn,’ I broadcasted my thoughts at him. ‘Turn!’

He toweled his hair dry and finally turned enough so I could see his face. I gasped. It was Avery, my big brother!

But you knew that already, didn’t you? If the title of this story wasn’t enough, the preamble should have made it pretty obvious. This is an incest story, and you’re still reading, so you must be okay with it. Maybe you’re even turned on? I know I am. I masturbate often, thinking of that day.

The day that I became obsessed with my brother and his magnificent cock.

I was confused by my feelings at the time. He was my brother! You’re not supposed to want to have sex with family! But we love our family, right, and married couples love each other, and they have sex…?

I was pretty messed up.

That year was my brother’s last in high school, and it was only a month before the summer break started. I waffled back and forth between guilt, shame, and lust, but didn’t act on my feelings before he went off on summer vacation with friends, followed by his moving to college.

He sent emails and called on weekends. I was still masturbating almost every night thinking about his gorgeous body and hard cock.

Finally, a boy in school asked me out during our last year in high school and we dated for a bit. I only said yes because he kind of reminded me of my brother. After a few months I was ready. We parked in a secluded area and had sex.

It was awkward, with the lack of space in the back seat and making sure the condom was on right. His cock was actually kind of disappointing compared to Avery’s, but I let him put it inside me. It hurt when my cherry popped but we managed to keep going. I didn’t cum but he did, way too soon. All in all, it was nothing compared to the fantasy of my brother.

I broke up with him a few days later. He asked if it was because he wasn’t good at “doing it” and I didn’t say no.

Time passed. I didn’t date anyone else. I graduated from high school and then it was Summer again.

And then fate, beautiful, wonderful fate, gave me my chance.

I was almost 18 and my parents informed me that they were going on vacation…without kids…in Hawaii! They had already discussed this with Avery and he was going to stay with me until they got back in 2 weeks.

I was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand I was disappointed to not be able to go to Hawaii…on top of that, my parents thought I couldn’t take care of myself for 2 weeks?! But those feelings were overshadowed by my delight at being alone in the house with Avery for all that time!

When Avery arrived home I jumped into his arms.

“Avery!” I yelled, holding on tight, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“Hey squirt,” he said as he dropped his bags and gave me a warm hug.

I pulled back and pouted. “I’m not a squirt; I’m a grown woman now.” I crossed my arms under my breasts, which were stretching out the front of my t-shirt.

He eyed my boobs for a moment, and then quickly looked away. “Guess you are,” he murmured. “How are you, Beth?”

I smiled, having caught him scoping my newly grown rack. “Better now,” I said mysteriously, and then skipped away.

I didn’t really know how I would make my intentions known to Avery. He would glance at my shapely chest, butt, and legs in my t-shirt and shorts every once in a while as we prepared dinner. Would he make the first move if I kept showing off my goods? I didn’t know. I never had to seduce anyone before. My ex-boyfriend had initiated everything.

We watched a romantic movie the first night (my idea), and I asked him to rub my neck because I lied and said I had pulled a muscle. As his strong hands worked my neck and shoulder muscles I could feel my nipples hardening. I moaned softly.

He worked on my neck until the movie ended, and then he stretched and said he was tired from the long drive from his college. We went to bed, separately.

I was frustrated, lying in my bed one room away from my sexy brother. I was usually able to masturbate thinking about that one and only time I had seen his cock, but with him so close it was no longer about fantasy; I wanted the reality!

Finally, I threw off the covers, donned a big t-shirt, and crept out into the hall. I could hear him softly snoring in his room. I quietly opened his door and padded to his bed. There was no change in his snoring pattern.

I then slipped between the sheets. If he woke up I would just tell him I had a bad dream and didn’t want to sleep alone.

Carefully, I placed my palm on his chest and felt the definition of his muscles, toned through years of playing football in school, and now in college.

I let my hands slowly wander downward, making sure I stayed aware of his breathing. No change. My mouth had gone dry.

My hand brushed his penis, and then I deftly grasped it. It wasn’t hard but it was warm. It jumped a little at my touch but his breathing didn’t change.

I slowly, carefully, started to stroke my brother’s penis. I could feel it start to harden almost immediately. I was amazed at how fast it filled up with blood, and soon I had in my hand that magnificent cock that I had fantasized about for over a year.

My pussy was throbbing. I could feel the moisture from it dampening my thighs. With my other hand I pulled my t-shirt up a bit and rubbed my clit with my finger.

It still wasn’t good enough. I needed his cock to touch me…to touch me down there. I moved closer to him, my face in his neck, and directed the head of his cock to my clitoris.

It felt good. The warmth of his body and the fact that it was Avery’s cock touching me in so intimate a place gave me the shivers. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

I shifted up a little and then moved my hips forward. With a little work, I managed to nudge the head of my brother’s cock between my pussy lips.

It felt wonderful. I needed more!

I started to rub my clit and roll my hips as I ran my other hand up and down his shaft. I managed to get a little more of his cock inside me. Unlike my first boyfriend, Avery’s cock was a good size, and I could feel my vagina stretching around it as I managed to slip it inside me bit by bit.

This was becoming awkward and I didn’t want to wake Avery, so I stopped rolling my hips and concentrated on the sensation of a couple inches of my brother’s wonderful cock inside me as I stroked it and rubbed my clit. It felt GOOD!

Unbeknownst to me, though, Avery had whacked off before dropping off to sleep, which is why he was sleeping so soundly. There was still a little bit of semen remaining in his urethra. My stroking of his cock had slowly coaxed that dangerous liquid up his shaft, and now it started to drip out the tip, which was embedded a couple of inches inside my hot and ready vagina.

How could I know that, you ask? Well, aren’t you the smarty pants? Shush.

I was really close now, and quickly rubbed my clit, faster, faster…

I came hard, gasping, thinking about the forbidden thing we were doing–*I* was doing. I did my best to keep quiet, but as my pussy throbbed around Avery’s cock it was so pleasurable I almost cried out, right in my brother’s face.

I was finally able to calm down, and then I realized that Avery was no longer snoring. I froze. Did I wake him up?

I waited, barely breathing. He didn’t say anything. Was he awake? I continued to wait.

While I waited, the drops of my brother’s sperm-filled semen that had been deposited inside me had time to soak in, and the small amount of incestuous seed moved inward, searching for the prize.

That might have been the one…maybe.

Finally Avery started breathing heavily again, signalling he was asleep. I waited another couple of minutes, experiencing nice orgasmic aftershocks due to how wonderful it felt to have his still-hard cock inside me, and then I pulled back.

Avery’s cock slipped out of me and I felt empty. I knew I would try something like this again; I was hooked! I silently, carefully, left his bed and his room, and returned to mine.

The next day Avery got a call from his high school friend Jasper. I listened from the next room, though I could only hear my brother’s half of the conversation:

“I’m fuckin’ horny, man. Chelsea dumped me last month, and this morning I woke up with the biggest case of wood. Couldn’t do anything about it because I had to make breakfast.”

“Uh huh…no way?” “Where is it?” “Really?” “Sounds kinda shady.”

Finally: “Okay, I’ll try anything once. See you there at 1? Right…later, man.”

He ducked his head into my room. By this point I was pretending to be reading a magazine so he wouldn’t suspect I had overheard his phone call.

“Hey Beth, can you take care of yourself this afternoon? Gonna hang out with Jasper.”

“Sure,” I responded, seemingly uninterested. Where was he going, and was it something about sex? Oh my God, was he going to a whorehouse?

I had to follow him. There was no way I was going to let him go to a dirty place like that when I was more than willing to take care of his needs!

I put on a sundress I had recently bought that Avery wouldn’t recognize, big sunglasses, and tied my hair back under one of Mom’s hats. I managed to spot him a couple of blocks away and then followed at a distance. Wherever he was going, it was within walking distance.

After a few more blocks he entered a shop in a seedy party of town: the sign declared it as The Castle of Love. The racy ads in the window made it obvious that it was a sex shop. I kept an eye on Avery through the window as he and Jasper did that fist clasp and shoulder bump thing guys do when they greet each other.

They went to the back of the shop, chatting, and I couldn’t see them very well anymore. I went in through the front door and immediately hid behind one of the shelves, making sure they couldn’t see me while trying to look like I was shopping and not spying.

They paid the clerk and then he directed them to a door with a sword painted on the front. After they went in an older woman I hadn’t noticed came up alongside me.

“Two going in. Want to join me?” she asked.

“Um,” I said, confused.

She took my hand. “Come on, they’re cute. Should be fun.”

I followed the woman, who I guessed to be in her thirties, to the front counter. She dropped a twenty dollar bill on it and then both she and the clerk looked at me.

I fished a $20 out of my purse and dropped it down on top of hers. The clerk grabbed the bills and directed us to another door on the same wall, this one with a picture of a medieval shield on it.

The door opened to a hallway turning immediately right, and then another door. We went in. The room wasn’t big, maybe 10′ x 10′, with a single dim light bulb hanging down, and it was empty except for a trash bin and a shelf with a box of tissues on it.

A bell sounded from the other side of the far wall and I noticed that wall actually had several small holes in it, at about waist height, and what appeared to be handles on either side of the holes. The other woman went to one of the holes and knelt down, so I did the same. With a feeling of déjà vu from my high school changing room adventure I was just lining my eye up to see what was on the other side when something poked out through it!

It took me a moment to realize it was a hard penis and then I pulled back in surprise! It took me another moment to realize Avery and Jasper were in the next room, but the cock in front of me wasn’t Avery’s!

I looked over at my companion. She had grasped Avery’s cock and was stroking it.

She looked back at me. “This is a niiice one,” she whispered.

I was instantly filled with jealousy. “Can I…” I whispered, a little loud, “Can I switch with you?”

The woman paused, inspecting Avery’s cock and looking over at Jasper’s. She would definitely be trading down.

“Pleeease,” I urged, “I know him.”

The woman took pity on me, letting go of my brother’s cock and standing up. “Okay, sweetie,” she said, and then paused, “But if he’s good for round two I get him, okay?”

I nodded. Round two?

We switched, just in time, as both boys started to thrust their cocks into the holes impatiently. I watched as the lady took Jasper’s cock into her mouth, licking and sucking.

I knelt down and looked at Avery’s beautiful cock, now that my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. This was the first time I had seen it since that fateful day over a year ago, since last night I had only been able to touch it in the dark. The base of his cock was hidden by the wall, but it was as fantastic as I remembered.

I put my lips to the head of his cock and kissed it. He stopped his impatient thrusting, waiting. I licked the head. I kept my eye on the lady sucking on Jasper’s cock, since she seemed to know what she was doing. I followed her lead, putting the head of Avery’s cock in my mouth and gave it a strong suck. I grasped his shaft with my hand and moved it forward and back, and then licked at the head some more.

His penis got a little bigger. I was turning him on! My stomach fluttered at that thought.

I had been distracted and didn’t notice what my companion had done in the meantime. When I looked over again she was now facing away from the wall, her pussy embedded on Jasper’s cock and her yoga pants and panties around her ankles as she used the handles on the wall to pull herself back onto her unseen lover’s cock.

I realized that was why the boys had come in here: to have anonymous sex, not just get their dicks sucked.

I couldn’t fuck Avery, here in front of this lady, could I? I watched as the woman gasped, her face in ecstasy as she slowed her movements, enjoying the feel of Jasper’s cock slowly pushing back into her as she pulled on those handles. She whimpered as her butt finally pressed back flat against the wall, achieving maximum penetration.

My panties were soaked at the thought of having Avery’s fantastic cock inside me again, except this time not limited to just a couple of inches. The sexual atmosphere in the room only spurred me on; my brain was not working right. I turned around, whipped off my panties, and raised the back of my sundress, lining up that magnificent hard prong with my wet vagina. It took a couple of tries but then his cockhead pierced between my pussy lips. It felt fantastic. With some additional adjustments I managed to get his cock further inside me, about 2 inches, just like the previous night. My pussy felt like it was on fire, in a good way. The feeling of my pussy being stretched by his cock was almost overwhelming.

It was awkward but then I remembered the handles on the wall. I reached back and pulled on them. Avery’s cock went inside me another couple of inches. I gasped; it felt incredible!

Using the handles, I pushed away from the wall a little, and then pulled back. More of that wonderful cock entered my almost virginal pussy, deeper than my first boyfriend had been able to go, and there was still more! My mouth was open and smiling at the ecstasy I was feeling. Finally, Avery’s magnificent cock was inside me! Deeper, deeper…

I pulled hard and my bottom thumped against the wall. I was stuffed full of incestuous cock, my legs shaking with pleasure. I had never felt this good without actually being in the throes of orgasm before. If it felt like this now, what would it feel like when I finally came?

I wanted to find out. I pushed and pulled, sliding my brother’s hard cock into my wet pussy over and over. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm deep within, small and distant, growing as I pushed back on that cock again and again.

Soon I was almost there…almost there…just a little more…I could feel Avery’s cock seem to get bigger inside my pussy, but all I knew was that it felt good, so good…oh…yes…

I heard a muffled grunt, and then my brother’s cock throbbed. The unexpected pulsing, wet feeling occurred so deep within my being that it set off my orgasm, and I started to cum HARD. I was so inexperienced with sex that I didn’t realize that my unprotected pussy was being blasted full of potent, incestuous sperm, many of which had been wanting their chance to be inside my body since I had slipped some of Avery’s cock into my pussy the previous night.

I dimly heard another grunt from the next room and the lady next to me started to orgasm as well, calling out, “Yeah! Cum for me, big boy!”

Now my fogged mind put two and two together and I dimly realized that Avery’s cock was shooting dangerous seed deep inside my possibly fertile young womb, but I couldn’t stop cumming. I cried out as another orgasm washed over me. My arms were locked in place, securing my pleasure-wracked body firmly against the wall so Avery’s cum kept shooting as deep inside me as possible.

Finally, I could let go of the wall handles and dropped to the ground, shaking with aftershocks from the greatest orgasm of my life. As my brother’s cock vacated my vagina a copious amount of his sperm spilled out of me onto the floor, but I knew far more of it had been shot deep within my reproductive system.

My companion came to check on me and noticed the puddle of cum. “Damn, girl, you trying to get pregnant?” She held out the filled and tied off condom resulting from her own coupling with Jasper and shook it. “If not, use one of these next time.” Chuckling, she pulled her yoga pants back up and left on unsteady legs.

It took some time to get back on my feet as well, and by that time Avery and Jasper were long gone, thank goodness. I had used some of the tissues the store provided in the room to clean up, but it kept dribbling out. Finally I just stopped up my pussy with some tissues and hobbled home. I showered and tried to push out as much of Avery’s cum out of my pussy as I could, but not much more came out.

That might have been the one.

Avery wasn’t home when I got back. After my shower I did some Internet searching. Based on my period schedule I had not been safe at all for the last day or two. I would have to be careful. I resolved to just masturbate, and maaaybe slip into my brother’s bed at night for some (I thought) safe penis play.

After dinner and some TV I went to bed. I was worn out from the powerful orgasm I had experienced earlier in the day, plus the exertion of using the wall handles in the sex store. I was in good shape, but you don’t usually exercise those muscles at those angles.

I woke up to the sound of a female voice giggling in Avery’s room. He’d brought a woman home!

I was going to confront him and then realized that that would be the worst thing to do. If he was going to get some then he would be angry at me for cockblocking him! If I didn’t, though, he’d have sex with someone else! I was jealous and torn.

I kept listening. It got quiet. I knelt on my bed and moved my ear to the wall to hear better.

Gasps from her. Muffled “mm” sounds from him. That went on for a few minutes. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I started playing with my clit.

I heard her getting louder and then she cried out softly in orgasm. It was a minute later when I heard the bedsprings creak and then another gasp, this time from both of them. I was pretty sure he had just penetrated her.

Creak. Creak. Creeeeak. Creakcreakcreak.

Yes, he was definitely fucking her. I was jealous, but also turned on. I thought about Avery sliding his hard cock into me, and pushed 2 fingers into my now sopping pussy, matching the creaking sounds of my brother’s bed with my self-penetration.

I knew what my brother’s cock felt like in my pussy now; I didn’t have to imagine it anymore. His cock had actually been inside me twice now, and he hadn’t even known. That sent a mischievous thrill through me. That woman on the other side of the wall was only experiencing it for the first time; I had her beat!

Avery’s bed was now bumping the far wall rhythmically so I didn’t need to press my ear to the wall anymore. I lay back on my bed and imagined his wonderfully hard cock deeply penetrating me as I thrust my fingers faster and faster into my pussy. Yes, yes, Avery…it’s so good!

I heard Avery grunt and his partner gasp, and then I reached my orgasm as well, flashing back to earlier in the day when I was cumming on his cock in the back room of the sex shop, imagining each throb of his penis as it shot his forbidden seed deep inside me. This orgasm wasn’t as good as the one earlier, but it was nice.

After a bit I heard Avery’s lady friend head to the bathroom, and then a few minutes later she left out the front door.

I lay there, wondering what to do. After a few minutes Avery started snoring softly.

I didn’t risk trying to slip into his bed that night. I had had a full load of sperm shot inside my possibly fertile pussy earlier that day, and was scared of what that might mean. I let sleep overtake me once again.

The next day Avery said he would be hanging out with Danielle, an old school friend. Was that who he had fucked last night? I couldn’t really ask.

I went out to a movie. It was a romantic comedy, and the lead guy was handsome, like my brother. I was very turned on by the end of it.

That night, while waiting for Avery to come home, I masturbated three times thinking about all those sexy things I had done in the last few days. I actually fell asleep afterward and didn’t hear him come in. I woke up when I heard the front door close as Danielle left. Just like the previous night, I thought.

I waited (mostly) patiently for Avery to start snoring. He didn’t. I waited longer. Still no snoring.

Finally, I threw on my shirt and went to his door. I still didn’t hear snoring. I was really horny and frustrated by this point, and I was going to reclaim what was mine, and by that I mean Avery’s cock. I quietly slipped into his room.

Avery was breathing heavily but not snoring. I slipped into his bed and reached for his cock. It was already hard!

I didn’t know what that meant, but I was happy that I didn’t have to coax Avery’s dick to life. I raised my shirt, and then decided what the hell and took it right off. I would feel my brother’s skin against mine tonight.

Unlike last time, I turned around so my back was to him and we were spooning. I reached down between my legs and brought the head of his magnificent cock to the entrance of my pussy, rolled my hips, and worked it in. The position and the lubrication from my orgasms earlier that night made it easier than the last time I was in his bed. I was able to get half of his cock inside me this time before it got awkward.

I lay there, enjoying the feel of his cock stretching me again as I played with my clit. After a minute or so of this his hand slipped up my hip and then cupped my right boob. I stopped moving. I was very near orgasm. My pussy was throbbing with need, and I couldn’t move because I had to determine if Avery was awake or if this was just reflex.

His hand loosely groped my boob. I was so close…

His hips moved forward and his cock pushed into me a bit more. That, combined with the intimate new experience of having my boob squeezed, set me off. I almost lost control and cried out loudly as my pussy squeezed my brother’s shaft, but instead I just gasped and grunted (mostly) quietly.

What I didn’t know was that Avery and Danielle hadn’t had sex that night. Her period had started while they were playing around in bed and then she had informed him that period sex was disgusting. When Avery had asked her to give him a blowjob instead she had left, leaving my frustrated big brother with a hard dick and no release. He had fallen asleep soon after, and the next thing he knew his penis was halfway inside a very warm and wet pussy.

Naturally, he assumed Danielle had come back and had had a change of heart. Also, he could tell they weren’t using a condom, and obviously it was because she was on her period and couldn’t get pregnant at that time of the month, right?

Avery twisted and sat up behind my butt, keeping his cock inside me as he knelt over my extended lower leg. I was so surprised I couldn’t do anything but squeak!

I was still on my side. He pushed my upper leg up and then started thrusting.

This position was unknown to me. I’ve since learned it’s called “The Pretzel.” All I knew at the time was that it felt incredible.

I realized then that with everything that had happened in the last few days that I had never had all of Avery’s cock inside me. Even in the sex shop that last inch or so was denied to me by the width of the wall separating us. Also, with the frustrating experience with Danielle earlier, his unfulfilled cock was harder than it had ever been. It touched a part of my body so deep that no one would ever be able to again. I felt full…I felt complete. I quickly came again, gasping.

After a few more minutes he shifted my upper leg to the side so I was on my back and we were in a more traditional missionary position. And then he started to kiss me.

This was amazing! He was a great kisser, as I knew he would be. I kissed him back fervently. He continued to fuck me. It felt incredible.

After a few more minutes I came again. I was gasping into his mouth as we continued to kiss. I kept cumming. He squeezed my breasts and it felt wonderful. I kept cumming.

Finally, my orgasms subsided and the dim realization that I was being fucked unprotected in the middle of my cycle percolated in my cum-addled mind. What could I do to stop him, though? He must have thought I was Danielle, who was probably on the pill or something for him to be fucking her unprotected. If I spoke he would know it was me and not her, and then the shit would really hit the fan!

There was nothing I could do to stop him without revealing myself; nothing. I was afraid, but in love. I trusted my brother…he wouldn’t hurt me…he would protect me.

Avery sped up his thrusting. Despite the danger I could feel another orgasm blossoming deep within my body. I couldn’t stop this, so I figured I may as well enjoy it. I crossed my legs behind his butt and pulled him deeper into me, kissing him passionately again. He kissed me back, his tongue snaking into my mouth.

My brother wanted me! I knew he did. By now he had touched my body all over and he obviously enjoyed it…I was going to make him cum!

Avery stopped thrusting and ground his crotch into mine. His cock got harder, and the grinding sensation stimulated my clit. I came hard, harder than anything previous, gasping into my brother’s mouth as we continued to kiss.

And then I felt his release, so very deep within me. The warm throbbing sensation that I had felt in the sex store’s back room was happening again. Avery’s potent cum was shooting into the depths of my pussy, some of it sliding through my cervix as it spasmed open and closed in time with my orgasmic throes. My orgasm rose like a tidal wave, overwhelming me like an epileptic fit, and I shook under his body as we became one.

Finally, it was over and Avery collapsed on top of me. I continued to experience orgasmic aftershocks for several minutes, my reproductive system pulling more of my brother’s seed into my womb.

And then Avery started to snore.

I lay there, Avery’s still-hard cock embedded in me. He was so heavy…I couldn’t get him off! Heh…I meant off of me…obviously I could get him OFF. I was rather proud of that fact, and that his cock had been inside me three times now, and stupid Danielle only twice (only once, really, but I didn’t know it at the time).

At some point I fell asleep. Avery’s sperm pooled at the back of my vagina, soaking in to my depths.

I think that was the one.

I asked my mother one time how she had known when she was “with child”. She had said that she just knew; there was a fluttering feeling deep inside her belly, or a flushing heat…it was hard for her to describe it to me.

I awoke with that feeling. Mom had been right; it was hard to describe, but I knew…

“I’m pregnant,” I said, opening my eyes, a warm calmness washing over me.

Avery raised his head and his eyes flew open, looking right into mine. We hadn’t moved since our coupling last night, and now it was morning — sunny, bright morning, where the cloak of night could no longer hide me.

“BETH?!” He rolled to the side, off of me, realizing that he had been between my legs, and then realizing that both of us were naked. And then he noticed the puddle of dampness that had formed under my butt.

“Oh my God…oh my God!” he muttered as he sat there. He tried to cover my nakedness with his blanket but I threw it off.

I looked into his eyes again. “No regrets,” I said, “I’ve wanted this for over a year now.”

“What–? What!?” he was freaking out. I leaned forward and kissed him.

He was initially hesitant but I brought my body closer to his and held his chin as I continued to kiss him. Finally he settled down.

And then I told him everything: the change room, my first time, and then this summer’s antics: my first nightly visit, the sex store, and then last night. He listened, still a bit freaked out, but fascinated.

He looked at me. “Did…did you say you were pregnant?”

I looked over at his cock, now hard as a rock. “Maybe…” I lied. “Another load might do it.” I then straddled his lap and started to run the head of his cock between my wet pussy lips.

“Beth…” he warned.

“No,” I said firmly, “Look at your hard cock. You’re obviously turned on by me and what we’ve done. We’re going to make love now.” And then I sank down on his prick.

Avery groaned as a couple of inches went inside me. He watched me with awe as I pulled up a little and concentrated on getting his magnificent babymaker inside my young, lithe body. He watched my face, my breasts, my hips and crotch, as I sank down, down. After a few more attempts I had his cock all the way inside me. Both of us groaned at the pleasure of it.

I was in charge. I teased him by moving my hips in a circular pattern. I took his hands and put them on my breasts. He kneaded the nipples and I started to bounce on his lap.

I kept my eyes on his as we made love. In them could see the desire, the love of my brother and lover. I leaned forward and we kissed.

I could feel his penis getting harder. The perversity of what we were doing was obviously a big turn-on for him, and he wasn’t going to last much longer.

It was perfect. I had all of his fantastic cock inside me, and I could see all of him. He knew it was me this time, and he loved it. I was finally claiming him as mine and he was a willing participant.

I raised up again, grinding my crotch against his. “Put your baby in me,” I urged.

“Ohhh FUUUUCKKK!!” He cried out, grabbing my hips and pulling them down as he thrust his pelvis up for maximum penetration.

As I felt his cock throb within me I came again. It wasn’t an overwhelming orgasm like the previous times he had cum inside me, as I had been afraid and confused at those times. Instead it was a wonderful, rolling orgasm that spread from my womb outward, leaving a tingling feeling in my nipples after it had finished.

I kissed him again, and he kissed me back.

That wasn’t the one, but I like to think it was.

By the time Mom and Dad came back Avery and I had been fucking like rabbits for over a week. Our parents noticed that there was a difference in our relationship but we explained that we had had some personality conflicts early on, and then we had a heart-to-heart talk that had allowed us to come to an understanding.

We also told them I would be moving in with Avery after the summer. He would be getting an off-campus apartment and I would get a job out there.

In reality, Avery would get a job to support his new wife and child. Nobody out there knew me, so introducing me as his wife instead of sister would work, especially since I had the same last name!

When Mom and Dad would inevitably find out about the baby I would explain it as a one night stand and absentee father, and that Avery had stepped in as a surrogate Dad, and was happy to do so.

It was as I told you: my brother would protect me.

I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart.

My name is Beth. Thank you for reading my story.

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Everyone loves Spidey

by Feedseed


The adventures in sex of Peter Parker and his various lovers

Series of Sex one shots featuring various Marvel babes and our favourite spider hero.

Chapter 1: Storm.

The sound of deep kissing and moans of pleasure filled the abandoned toilets as the the two occupants made out, their tongues intertwining wetly as they kissed passionately before their wet lips parted.

The two were none other than Ororo Monroe Alias Storm of the X-men and the other being Peter Parker Alias Spiderman. The white haired beauty ran her hand over his soft cheek before leaning in to continue their sloppy kiss, her tongue seeking his as they came together and parted once more, her purple painted lips moving to encircle his tongue and suck on it softly, drinking his warm spit from it as it went down her throat.

The powerful mutant female had no problem acting like a slut for the younger hero. She saw peter as the perfect man for her. Someone who she wanted as her own. Funny, smart, loving, supportive and caring. She would be a fool to let him get snatched up by some young bimbo. She was all the woman he needed. And she would prove it. She had worn her blue coloured latex X-men battle suit and called Peter on the pretence of discussions only to drag him into one of the manors unused toilets a kissing him senseless, pasting her lips to his and panting like a bitch in heat.

She had cut her long white hair short, leaving it spiky at the tips and shoulder length, peter running his hands through it as they hungrily kissed each other. He could see the wet dripping spot on her latex where her cunt would be, its juices dripping so much that it was flooding past the latex onto the floor.

“You’re such a slut, storm.” Peter said as storm went down on her knees, smiling. “Only for you Peter. Only for you.”

He wasted no time, pulling his trousers down to his legs and letting his thick 7 inch cock spring out in front of storms awed eyes as he laid it down onto her face, slapping it down gently a few times as he let’s its musky sent pervade her senses.

“This is what you want, isn’t it slut? You want this cock spraying cum down your thirsty throat, isn’t it? Go ahead then. Take it.” He whispered, watching as he placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance of storm’s mouth and watched as her wet and shiny purple painted lips formed a seal on his cock, parting open to receive it into her wet mouth as she began sucking and slurping on it loudly, his hands moving to her hair as her own move to his backside, pushing him in deeper down her throat.

“Ohhh fuck! You’re killing me, storm.” Groaned the Spider hero as storm’s tongue lapped at his cockhead within her warm mouth, her tongue parting his piss slit to shove its tip down the narrow hole as Peter groaned in pleasure. Her fingers behind his ass began to push aside his cheeks before slipping a delicate finger into his ass hole. That was the final straw.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!! I’m Cumming babe!” He groaned, his cock spewing thick voluminous cum down storm’s gulping throat, her eyes widening at the sheer amount and thickness of his seed. He was so virile! And his seed tasted perfect! She could get enough of it. She gulped down hungrily, massaging his balls as they produced another surge of fertile jizz, his sperms seemingly releasing a mass of backed up cum.

Peter let his cock slip from her throat into her mouth, filling it with musky spunk that she showed proudly to him as his cock slipped from her mouth, gargling the delicious treat before swallowing it and licking her lips, Peter’s cock hardening once more at the sight.

He literally ripped off her latex suit with his enhanced strength, her huge dark tits open to his gaze and admiration as he pushed her to the floor on her back, parting her thighs and legs to expose her drenched and dripping bare pussy, her legs wrapping around him as he moved his body and cock forward and went in balls deep into the powerful mutants pussy.

Storm threw her head back as her lover rutted into her, taking her tight pussy as his own on the cold toilet floor. A slight bolt of pain sliced through her body as he pushed into the previously unreachable parts of her cunt, giving her full Penetration, but the pain melted quickly into a hot, slick pleasure as he fucked her, sliding his prick in and out of her desperately wet pussy.

“Yes Peter. Ugh! Yes! More!” She cried in pleasure, not caring if anybody passed by the toilet and heard.

She kept her brown eyes focused on Peter as her lover turned her into a slut for his cock. She panted for him, for his dick, the pounding he was giving her tight womanhood making her mind turn off. He was churning her pussy hard, and she loved it.

Peter sped up, fucking the sexy mutant harder, and she shook with his thrusts, her dark skinned body crushed beneath his, her huge breasts pressed tight against his chest. He growled, his breath hot in her ear, and she just could not stop from cumming. His dick slid over her pussy walls, making her whimper, and when he bit her neck hard, marking her as his, she nearly screamed as she hit her biggest climax yet.

“Fuucckkkk!! Soo fucking Good!” She cried out, her short and spiky white hair now slick and damp with their combined sweat.

I’m going to cum, Storm,” he rasped, and she almost cried out in want of his seed in her cunt. He thrust deep inside, past her cervix which kissed the head of his cock as he passed through into her womb, and she felt him pulsing as cum rushed out to spurt inside her, filling her pussy and womb packing her with his fertile thick seed. Her body shook as she accepted it, and she clenched him tight – her cunt squeezing his cock, her legs squeezing his waist. Her arms looped them around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers and she felt another string of jizz splashing into her as their lips met, their tongues tangling together.

They lay there for long minutes, sweaty and tired, panting with exertion, her pussy milking him of every last drop of sperm. Storm opened her mouth to say something, and Peter put his hand over her lips, before continuing their kiss and letting his sperm and her mutant enhanced eggs do their work to create a strong child in her womb to show as proof of their love and their new relationship.


9 months later


Storm watched Peter sleeping form resting gently next to her in their bed in the X mansion, his hand surrounding her gravid belly protectively as her womb nurtured their baby who would no doubt be a powerful mutant if its parents were any example to go by. She loved him and would want nothing more than him and their child to be happy together as a family.

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Sister’s cartoon Video

by Daddy Warbuck


My sister has her first sex experience taped by her ex boyffriend and I find the tape.

Sister’s Cartoon


Part 1


I’m 18 years old and at this time work three days a week, while I’m waiting to start at university next year. I just came home from my part time job. As I entered the house, I called out to check if anyone was home. But, no one answered. So, I walked up stairs checked everyone’s room then walk back downstairs and checked the backyard out. Not finding anyone, I walked into the lounge room. I decided to settle down to watch some TV. On, finding nothing on, I started looking for any of the video tapes we keep.

I started searching through a stack of old tapes piled in the back of a cabinet, looking for one I hadn’t seen in while. As I was looking, I found one tape, which had a cartoon name on it. It wasn’t a bought tape. It had been blank and someone had recorded a cartoon. It was one of those cartoons that I use to watch at 12 years old. I put the tape into the recorder expecting to enjoy something from my youth. I made sandwiches and sat on the lounge, waiting to watch my cartoon.

As the tape started I began to get engrossed into Dragon Ball Z. As the tape got 20 minutes into the cartoon, I got a surprised, that I don’t think anyone expected. I saw my sister, Maggie appear on the TV, naked. Maggie was lying on the couch I was sitting on, naked!! Maggie is 20 years old, goes to the University I got into. As I watched I noticed that Maggie’s cunt was bald. She had beautiful long blond hair, but her cunt was bare.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The camera was jumping around, but it was still showing Maggie. Then the camera stopped and Maggie’s ex boyfriend, Craig something, came into view. Craig sat down on the carpet between Maggie’s legs. Craig was sucking on her pussy. I could see his tongue licking up and down in long strokes. Then Craig started pushing his tongue into Maggie and by the way of her expression, she loved every stroke he was doing to her. There was no sound to this video, only the actions. Anyway I started to wonder what would Maggie’s pussy tasted like, if it was sweet or not.

As I watched the video I started touching my raging hard on through my jeans. I unzipped my jean and pulled my cock free but this didn’t help. So, I undid my jeans and took them off, then my boxers. I removed my shirt and laid back on the lounge and started pumping my rock hard cock.

I was really getting into the licking Craig was giving, when he started kissing his way up Maggie’s body. He stopped to rim her navel, and I saw his tongue poke its way in. then he licked his way out and licked all the way around the navel. He moved again and reached her breast. They were medium, about a 32B, something I’d seen on one of her bras. Craig was licking around Maggie’s nipples, then he started flicking each nipple darting back and forth. Maggie’s nipples where getting harder and harder as I watched. I couldn’t believe how hot this was. I was pumping my cock up and down just waiting for the good part. I watched as Craig was biting Maggie’s hard nipples. Maggie was going crazy and from what I could tell she seemed to be saying “Fuck me. Fuck me”

I watched as Craig moved up and started kissing Maggie on the mouth. It was a deep kiss, you know when they lock lips and you can’t see what’s happening. From what I had seen so far, Craig was really good in bed. As he was kissing my sister, Craig placed the head of his cock into the beginning of her pussy. Then he started the see sawing effect, pushing it in a short way and pulling out until only the head remained. I couldn’t believe this as I was seeing all of this. Then Craig stopped, said something and with one swift plunge, Maggie’s head flew back and it seemed that she was screaming or something like that. It was then that I realised that Maggie was still a virgin until this time on the tape.

Craig was all the way into Maggie, he was resting there, lying between Maggie’s legs, waiting. Then he started that see sawing motion again. Craig was moving his cock in and out of Maggie’s cunt. I could see only small bits at a time, but I did see Maggie’s blood on his cock. At first I thought Maggie was in pain, but the more I watched, the more she was reacting to Craig. Now she looked like that she was enjoying Craig’s cock. Maggie had lifted her legs and wrapped them around Craig’s arse.

Now, as I watched, they were both moving together, bumping groins together as my friends would say. I was starting to wonder if he was going to cum inside Maggie. When Craig put his hand down between them and it looked like that he was touching her on the clit. It was so hot I was ready to shoot my own load. I was praying for Craig to shoot inside her, when he pulled all the way out and shot his load over Maggie’s stomach. Maggie came also, as she arched herself and threw her head back, while Craig was still masturbating her. Then I came, and I came in loads of seed spilling out onto my stomach, shooting up into my hair and onto the lounge. I’d never shots so much seed in my life.

I wasn’t aware of anyone and when I came back to my senses Maggie was standing in the doorway, open jaw and a shocked look on her face. I hit the pause button, with Craig still dribbling down onto her belly. She looked at the TV then at me and back to the TV. She was unable to speak for several minutes. Then Maggie started yelling at me, saying “What the fuck are you doing.” And “Who told you, you could see my tape.” I looked for something to wipe up my seed when I saw the tissues. I grabbed a whole handful and started wiping myself off, then my hair, what I could see and then the lounge. Maggie was so beside herself, yelling and swearing at me, that she didn’t look at me, as I had a smile on my face.

I looked at Maggie, still smiling when she said, “What are you smiling at fuck wit.” I said, three little words, “I’m telling dad.” Then Maggie just shut up, looking angry at me. I had Maggie over a barrel. I got dressed and took my plate to the kitchen, along with the tissues.

When I got back into the lounge room, my sister had that pitiful look on her face, feeling sorry for herself. I ejected the tape and took it with me, walking past Maggie and then upstairs to my room. A short time later there was a knock on the door and I said, “Enter.” Maggie walked into the room closing the door behind her. She still had that pitiful look on her face. She said, “Please don’t tell dad, he’ll kill me. Please.” Then she said the magic words, “I’ll do anything, please don’t tell dad.”

I looked at Maggie and started wondering what I could ask for. I said, “Anything I want?” She said, “Yes.” I started imagining what she looked like naked here in front of me? Then I started wondering what did her pussy taste like? Then I had the ideal request I wanted to fuck her like Craig did. I said, “okay, I won’t say anything if I can fuck you.” Maggie looked at me and again she looked angry. Maggie turned around opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I wasn’t really going to turn my sister in, but I did like the idea of fucking her. I had one girlfriend, who allowed me to fuck her once before she dropped me, for someone else. So although I had fucked a girl I never really had any real relationship, where sex was a part of it on a steady basis. I laid down on my bed and started remembering the video. I had a smiled a mile wide on my face as I heard a knock on my door again. I knew mum and dad weren’t home yet, so I thought it would be Maggie. I said, “Enter.” Maggie again opened the door and walked in. She had a sour look on her face and her head was drooping down, as if in surrender.

I looked at Maggie and I said, “Yes.” Maggie responded, “Okay, you can fuck me but you’ll have to wear a condom. I can’t get pregnant.” I opened the beside draws and took a condom out of my wallet. Maggie just took off her panties. I said, “No, you’ve got to get naked.” Maggie looked at me and shook her head. I said, ‘Okay, just forget it then.” Maggie looked at me and started taking off her blouse. Then she took off her bra, and unzipped her skirt. Now Maggie was standing all in the nude in front of me. I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. As I took off my boxers, my cock jumped out towards Maggie. Maggie’s eye grew as if in lust.

I had Maggie lie on my double bed and I lay next to her. I started to suck on her nipples first, when she said, “You said you wanted to fuck. You didn’t mention this too.” I said, “Fucking is everything.” Which I meant that placing my dick into her cunt was what I wanted to do. Then Maggie said, “Ok, just get it over with. Okay.” So I continued sucking on Maggie’s nipple. I started chewing it and flicking my tongue at it.
I let my hand wander down Maggie’s body, until I felt her pussy lips. Straight away I dipped my index finger into her cunt, scooping out some of her juices. I started to rub her juices onto her lips and clit. As I rubbed around her lips I would only concentrate on her clit for a second and keep tracing her lips. Now Maggie was moaning. So I changed nipples and started chewing and sucking on her other one. Maggie was moaning louder now and I figured that she must be a rocket. To shoot off quickly and explodes.

It was now I decided that I wanted to suck on her pussy and see how it tasted. So, I left Maggie’s other nipple and started kissing my way down, past her navel, to her cunt. I laid between Maggie’s legs and I could smell her womanly scent. It was sweet and tangy as I breathed in her aroma. I couldn’t believe that I was going to go down on my sister, as I wasn’t about to stop for anything.

I lowered my mouth placing it over her pussy and sucked as hard as I could. Maggie began moaning even louder than before. So, I flick her clit with my tongue and she kept on moaning. Maggie took a hold of my head and pushed me down into her pussy. I kept on licking until I felt her clit get harder. I took it between my lips and sucked it as hard as I could. Then the rocket exploded. Maggie squeezed her legs together, trapping me. Her whole body went rigid. I heard the loudest moan of all, with a “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.” Following it. After a short while Maggie released me and opened her legs again.

I started to climb my way up her body, stopping every so often to plant a kiss, or suck a nipple, until I reached her, face to face. Maggie had lifted her knees up and out, giving me access to her pussy. She looked at me and said, “Well common, if you want to fuck, let’s do it.” With no other encouragement I slipped my cock into waiting cunt.

As I slipped the head of my cock into her waiting pussy I felt her juices slosh around me. The inside of her cunt had this velvety feeling to it. The channel was tight, but not to tight that I couldn’t push into her. As I pushed into her I felt the tip of my cock touch her inside and bottom out. I figured that it was her cervix and I was at the entrance to her womb. I started to slide my cock out half way then push it back in. I was starting off slow, when Maggie again started moaning.

I began to quicken the pace, feeling her juices being forced out of her as we fucked. Maggie was moaning as I pushed in and again bottomed out, she then wrapped her legs around my arse. I couldn’t help myself so I pushed my lips onto hers and started kissing her deeply, as Craig had done in the video. Maggie responded back by using her tongue with mine. She was a great kisser and I didn’t want to stop for anything, now.

Now I was pushing faster, when Maggie ankles were helping me to push in. I could also feel Maggie’s hips rising to meet mine. Soon we were fucking hard and I could feel the tip of my cock pressing into her cervix. Then with another, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.” I rammed my cock home and pushed past her cervix, into her womb. The feeling of her cervix gripping my cock was wonderful, it felt like a virgin. her cunt gripped my cock and began to milk it. And I shot my load, more than I shot before when watching the video. I couldn’t explain the feeling but then I remember about the condom and looked at Maggie. Maggie had that dreamy look about her face, so I didn’t disturb her and lay between her legs.


Part 2 After Our Fuck


I took my cock from Maggie’s bald pussy, and I lay beside her. As we lay together looking at each other, I must have fallen asleep. Then I heard a car pull into the rear of the house. Then I heard the car door open and close, with mum’s voice saying something. My eyes flew open to see Maggie’s was still closed. I quickly woke her up, saying our parent’s were home and she had to get back to her room. Maggie got up quickly, picked up her clothing and ran out of my room.

I quickly got dressed in shorts and a top. I heard the shower going and smiled, realising that Maggie got there just in time. I went downstairs and greeted mum and dad, who asked about my day. I just told them it was a good, with unexpected treats. I told my parents that I didn’t have to work the following day, so I could sleep in. Mum told me that she had jobs around the house that she wanted me to do. Later we had dinner and watched TV. As I started to get comfortable, on the lounge, Maggie came in and sat down beside me. I looked at her and found her watching me. When our eyes met she smiled. I loved that smile.

Later that night I was sitting up and reading. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 1am, so I turned off my bedside lamp and lay back in bed. I was stroking my cock, thinking about my fuck with Maggie, when the door opened and closed and a figure came over, lifted the sheets and hoped into bed with me. Maggie said, “I’m lonely, can we just cuddle.” We held each other close, when I felt her hand grasp my rigid cock. I said, “No, mum and dad are just up the hallway. What if they hear us?” Maggie said, “They won’t. The time Craig stayed, we fucked all night.” I thought about it for a little while. Maggie was still tugging on my cock, which made it hard to concentrate, so I said, “Okay, but you’ve got to go back to your bed before they get up. Ok”

Maggie placed her lips on mine and we started kissing each other deeply. Maggie was still pulling on me, so I let my hand wander down and found her naked pussy. My index finger found its way into her cunt, and was now playing with her juices. I scooped some out and as before started rimming her pussy. Maggie was starting to moan, so I clamped my mouth over her, in case our parents heard. I started touching her clit, with my finger and she moaned harder into my kiss. By this time I wasn’t going through any other foreplay and I think my sister knew it, as I mounted her, pushing my cock into her.

I started pushing myself into her as far as I could go, and again bottoming out, on touching her cervix. Maggie had wrapped her legs around me. We started grinding our hips together, it was then I heard my bed creak and wondered if mum or dad could hear us. But that thought only lasted fleetingly and I kept grinding my cock into Maggie. By now our hips were coming together and the noise of her wet pussy was loud. I kept my mouth on Maggie all the time, so her moans wouldn’t disturb anyone.

Finally Maggie was moaning all the time and I could feel her cunt getting tighter, when she went rigid and pulling her legs down onto my arse, forcing me further in. I rammed home and again felt my cock pierce her cervix, entering her womb. I shot load, after load into her unprotected womb. I laid there, upon Maggie, until we both calmed down. When I slipped from her pussy, Maggie quickly kissed me on the lips and jump out from my bed leaving the same way she’d come. I lay there reliving the memory of what just happened, unaware of the consequences that may happen.

I fell asleep only to be woken by dad. He told me that I was too cut the lawn and clean out the garage. Then he left telling me that he would see me tonight. I waited in bed for several minutes and heard the car doors open and close, then the car start up and leave. I lay there going back to sleep when Maggie came into my room and jumped into bed with me. I looked at her and she kissed me on the lips. I asked if she wanted a repeat performance, when she said, “No. I’ve got to get to my holiday job, but I’ll be home early this afternoon.” She gave my cock a quick squeeze then kissed my lips again, got out of bed and left my room. Minutes later I heard the shower running. So, I turned on my side and went back to sleep.

Later during the day I went about cleaning the garage. It was after lunch that I started mowing the lawn. I had finished the front and was halfway through the back when Maggie got home. She came out with a cold drink. Kissed me on the lips and then walked back inside. I watched her saunter away swinging those lovely hips that I ground my cock into, early this morning.

I had just finished the mowing the back lawn when Maggie came out in the sexiest two piece swim suit that she had. She walked down to the pool and laid down on the banana lounge, stripping off her top. I looked over and saw those beautiful 32B size tits lying against her chest. I put the mower away and headed inside to clean up. I changed from my work clothes for a pair of swimming shorts.

I went back outside and saw that Maggie hadn’t moved from her position. I walked over enter the pool enclosure and dived into the deep end. My dive sent a splash of water, enough to wet Maggie. As I came out of my dive, I heard Maggie berating me. I looked around and saw her dive into pool, topless. Then she swam underneath and came up beside me. I looked at her and she threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me squarely on the lips. I could feel her hardening nipples against my chest. So, I placed my arms around her waist and rubbed my chest against her.

Maggie grabbed hold of my cock and started to slowly pump me. I placed my hand down her bikini bottoms and found her clit. We both started rubbing the other. My sister let go of my member and took hold of my shorts, tugging them off. Soon I was naked in the water, not wanting to be naked alone, I grabbed the strings on both sides of her bikini bottoms, which held the bottom piece together and pulled them free. I pulled the bikini away and now we were both naked. Maggie went back to stroking my cock. I again started rubbing her clit.

When Maggie was ready she pulled herself up and wrapped me in her legs. I directed my cock into her waiting cunt. Now we were together but I couldn’t get enough movement to start fucking her. Maggie was gripping then releasing my cock with her cunt. I looked around and saw the wide ledge, in the pool, big enough to lie on. So, holding Maggie, I waded across to the ledge and pushed Maggie against it. Now I was able to fuck her.

We were out the back in front of all the neighbours to see, but I didn’t care. I started forcing my way into Maggie’s cunt. Pushing as hard as I could, I’d start pushing against her cervix once more. Maggie was moaning again, loud and uncensored. I could tell Maggie was a real slut for my cock because whatever she did, she always wanted it from me. I pushed so hard I was now in her womb and grind our hips together. Maggie didn’t stop, she kept moaning loudly, when she cried out, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.” At that she went rigid, again pulling me in with her legs and I shot my load into her womb.

We lay against the ledge, letting the water cool us down. Both of us were panting seeking out more air to breath. Maggie looked up to me and smiled. Her smile was infectious, as I smiled back. We waited there for a little while, and then I pulled myself free of Maggie’s cunt. I waded over, got our swimmers and went back to Maggie, handing her the bikini bottoms. I put mine on and I watched as Maggie did up hers.

As I looked at her Maggie, she got up and placed her arms around my neck and whispered, “You know that’s the third time you have put your seed into me. I may be pregnant?” I looked shocked and thought what would happen if she did get pregnant and our parents ever found out. She looked at me and said, ‘What’s wrong? Are you afraid that I’ll get pregnant?” with that Maggie let go of me and stormed out of the pool, grabbing her things, she went inside the house. I just stood there not knowing what my feelings were at that time.

That night, as I lay reading in my bed, the door opened and Maggie was standing there in her nightie. She came over and sat on my bed. I thought she had forgiven me and wanted more of my cock. Maggie looked at me and said, “Until you make up your mind what you want then I’m not coming back to your bed. So make up your mind.” She left me with that to think on, and walked out of my room closing the door behind her. I had to get up for work the next day, so I turned my light off and tied to go to sleep, but couldn’t. I thought on what Maggie had said, and thought of all the possibilities that could happen.

Part 3 The Next Day

I tossed and turned all night, till early in the morning. Then I had a dream, in which Maggie handed me a baby and I was really elated over this. There were other parts to the dream but I couldn’t remember them, just this one small part. When I woke up I was tired, I had my shower and passed Maggie, who was still angry at me. I tried to speak with her, but mum, stopped me and asked what my plans for today were. I told her of work and she smiled and kissed my cheek and told me she’d see me tonight. Then mum and dad left for work. I looked at the time and raced to get dressed and go to work. All day I was thinking how I would approach Maggie. Then at 2.30pm I finished and went home.When I got home I made a sandwich and waited. Maggie came home not long after and I met her at the door. She was still angry, but when I said, “I hope she’s a girl.’ Maggie threw her arms around me and hugged me real close. Maggie took my hand and led me to her room. She made sit on her bed and put some music on, something raunchy. Then Maggie started to do a strip for me.

By the time she got down to her panties I was rock hard and wanted to bend her over the end of the bed. But she turned to me and said, “Now do it for me.” So I started to sway in tune to the music, and tried stripping in front of her. By the time I was down to my boxers my cock was raging and Maggie was fingering her cunt. She was also, making remarks, like, “Strip slowly lover.” and “I can see your rock hard cock.” and “My cunt is just waiting for you to pound me.”

I was just about to slip my boxers off when she said, “Come here lover and fuck your sister.” Maggie manoeuvred herself onto the bed properly and patted beside her. So, I walked over and lay next to my sister. Maggie leaned over and placed her lips on mine and we started kissing each other. Maggie reached down and started pulling on me. I let my hand wander down, finding her panties and forced my hand under the waist band, onto her naked pussy. My index finger found its way into her cunt, and was now playing with her juices. So, I scooped some out and as before started rimming her pussy and clit.

As Maggie became so turned on, I took my hand out and started tugging on her panties to come off. She lifted her hips and it was easy after that. Now it was my turn and Maggie was tugging at my shorts I lifted my hips and helped to take them off.

Now were both naked again and my cock was pointing at her stomach, as if to say, “See I put my seed in here.” Maggie was on her back waiting for me to climb on. But instead, I wanted to suck her vibrant pussy again, as I loved the taste of her nectar. So I moved myself down and between her legs. Once between them I put my arms under and around her legs to draw her in closer. Maggie’s legs were now over my shoulders, her ankles sitting on my back.

I lowered my mouth placing it over her pussy, sucking as hard as I could. Maggie began moaning even louder than before. So, I flick her clit with my tongue. Maggie took a hold of my head and pushed me down into her pussy. I kept on licking until I felt her clit get harder. So, I took it between my lips and teeth, sucking it as hard as I could. Then Maggie squeezed her legs together, trapping my head, between her thighs. Her whole body went rigid. I heard the loudest moan of all, with a “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.” After a short while, Maggie opened her legs again, releasing my head. I let go of Maggie and levered me up, as my dick had been uncomfortably sticking into the bed.

I climbed my way up her body, until I reached her face. Maggie had lifted her knees up and around me, with her ankles resting on my arse. She looked at me and said, “Common lover, fuck me hard and make me your bitch.” With no other encouragement I slipped my cock into her waiting cunt.

I felt the head of my cock pass her pussy lips, and down her love tunnel. Her juices were sloshing around me. The inside still had that velvety feeling to it and her cunt was tight. As I pushed into her I felt the tip of my cock touch her inside and bottom out on her cervix. My cock was once more at the entrance of her womb. I started to slide my cock out half way then push it back in.

I began to quicken the pace, feeling her juices being forced out of her as we fucked. Maggie was moaning as I pushed in and again bottomed out. I couldn’t help myself, so I started ramming my cock in and out of her as hard as I could. Maggie was calling all the time, “Common brother put your seed deep in me.” I started kissing her deeply and Maggie responded back. I can’t say what I felt at that time but I know it was more than lust.

Now as I was ramming into Maggie, her ankles were helping pulling me in. I could feel Maggie’s hips rising to grind with mine. Soon we were fucking so hard, I could again feel the tip of my cock entering Maggie’s cervix. Then with another, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yessssssssss.” I rammed my cock home and pushed into her womb. I shot my load once more into that unprotected womb. Then we were finished. I lay there with Maggie until I was ready to get off her.

My cock slipped out effortlessly, and I watched as our juices ran out of her pussy and down the crack of her arse. Then Maggie grabbed a rolled tampon and stuck it her pussy, turned around and placed her feet up, high on the wall. At first, I wondered what she was doing, then I realised that she wanted to trap all my seed in her womb and make sure she’d get pregnant.

After that Maggie and I had sex nearly twice a day, except weekends. On weekends we go out and meet somewhere that others didn’t know us. Then we’d find a hideaway and fuck so many times that by the end of the weekend I was ready to die. We went on like this for nearly three months. Sometimes our parents wondered about me and asked if I was doing drugs, because I looked exhausted all the time. I said, no that I was just getting in shape.

This kept on going until we started at University together. We don’t live far away so we travelled in each day. It was about a week after we started University, when Maggie came up to me at the end of the day. Maggie had a smile a mile wide, and I could guess what it was. After we got into the car, Maggie said, “I’m 3 months pregnant. I thought I was but wasn’t sure. I love you darling.” I said, “I love you too. I wonder how we’ll tell mum and dad.” Maggie said, “Let’s not worry about that. Let’s get home and fuck. Please.” I just nodded my head and drove as fast as I could.

On arriving home we just couldn’t wait and started ripping each others clothes off. I had just ploughed straight into Maggie and started ramming her. Then it happened as Maggie and I were coming. I just started shooting my load, when mum and dad walked in through the door. My mother’s voice yelling, “What are you two doing?” which was extremely loud. Only after I had finished sending the last shot of my incestuous seed into Maggie’s waiting womb, had I pulled out. As I stood back covering my nakedness, and Maggie was getting up, a trail of white ooze flowed from her pussy.

That afternoon Maggie and I had to listen to our angry parents about incest and the responsibilities of sex. Then it was me that told them that Maggie was pregnant to me. Well, you never heard such a violent angry rave from my parents. They hit the roof several times and after a half hour they just left. I think they wanted some space to deal with the problem.

Maggie was crying as I hugged her, and kissed her lips and forehead. Our parents came home and sat us down. They asked us all sort of questions, which made them angry. One question was how far along was Maggie. Maggie said she was past the 12 week mark, which again returned an angry response. They asked what was I going to do and I told them about getting my degree at Uni. Maggie also stated that she wanted a degree too, but mum said that she may have to forget about the second semester because the baby would be nearly born then.

We talked into the night and later Maggie and I went to our separate beds, not venturing out in case our parents hit the roof again. The next morning I got up met Maggie in the hallway and gave her a quick kiss. Dad saw us and told us to come downstairs. Once down in the kitchen dad said that he and mum had thought it over and decided that Maggie would have the baby. That when she was nearly 6 months she would go to Aunty May’s place and have the baby at the private hospital there. Aunty May was dad sister, and he sometimes went over and visited with her. Then they said something that astonished me. They told us once the baby was born Maggie could return home, with the baby, and that I had to help her rear the child, as I was the father. Maggie and I grasped each other, because we thought that our parent’s would make us give up the child. Maggie and I started kissing, which made our parents leave the room, I thought in disgust.

I went to dad later and spoke with him. He wasn’t at all hard on me as mum was. I told dad that if I was going to be a father to the child and husband of sort to Maggie, then he should allow us to sleep together. It was then that dad startled me. He told me it was alright to sleep together from now on. Then he said, “Just to let you know that I use to sleep with your Aunt May, too, when we were young. I always wondered what it would be like if I fathered a child to May. Anyway I can’t stop you now from having sex with your sister, so you better look after her. And I mean properly. Ok.” I said, “Yes, I will dad.” And that was the end of our little talk.

Well I moved in with Maggie to mum’s disgust, but we put up with it. It took mum several months, but she came around in the end. She began by buying clothes and furniture for the baby, then a stroller and making my old room into a nursery. By beginning of he second semester, Maggie was really showing and she was taken over to Aunty May’s place, by dad. He stayed there for the night and came home the next day. I always wondered about that.

Then nearly at the end of the second semester, dad told me I should take a week off and go and see Maggie. He was right. Maggie was getting sort of worried that I was looking at other girls. But once I arrived and assured her that was the farthest thing in my mind everything was alright. We had sex at least twice a day but it was hard on Maggie. When she had an orgasm, the baby must’ve enjoyed it because she/he would jump around the whole time.

It was straight after all my exams, that Aunty May called and told me that Maggie had gone into labour. Yes she knew and was happy for us. May only has one child, who was younger than I, by 8 years. She never said anything about the father, but I sometimes think of dad when I look at him. Anyway I went over to May’s and got there just as Maggie was being taken to the hospital. I had bought a ring and slipped it onto her finger, so she could register under our surname. Well I was there when Lizzy was born. She had her mum’s nose and hair and at 4 kilograms she was the most beautiful baby there. Maggie stayed several more days and then was allowed to go home with Lizzy.

When we got to mum and dad’s place, mum was overjoyed at her granddaughter. Well over the next 6 weeks we all settled in. I got a part time job during the holiday, three days a week. I wanted to spend every bit of time I could spare with my two girls. Maggie enjoyed breast feeding our daughter and mum and dad loved having a child in the house again.

It was after eight weeks that the fun started. Maggie had just finished feeding Lizzy and looked all hot and bothered. I walked into the room after burping Lizzy and putting her down for a sleep. Maggie was sitting on the lounge rolling her nipple, between her thumb and fore finger. I looked at her and she smiled at me, in a wicked like grin. I smiled back her, when she said, “Lizzy is going to need a brother or sister to play with. Isn’t she?” I just smiled and started getting naked.

The end

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My Sister Is The Virgin Mary



My last story didn’t go so well, so here’s a new one I made.

Even though I was 100% sure it wasn’t possible, I could feel my body shaking and heart thumping so loud. I start pacing outside the washroom, praying to God everything is alright. I see the doorknob turn as she exited the washroom…


2 Months Earlier…

“No, I have money already.” My sister said after I asked if she needed money from me.

My sister is 14 years old. I am her 18 year old brother. We have one sister aged 8 years old who we take care of because Mom and Dad are alcoholics and abusive. I think of my sister as the Virgin Mary. She’s got a small circle-like face, blue eyes, long blonde hair, thin lips, and a small bent nose. She takes real good care of our little sister when I’m at work and always listens to what I say.

My sister is really quiet and respectful. She sometimes stares or looks at me trying to please me as I take care of her. But the situation we were in right now was awkward. My sister and I rarely ever looked, talked, or even took notice of each-other. She said she wanted to talk to me in her room which scared me. She was always scared to even be alone with me. We were home alone, sitting on her bed. Nobody else was home, my parents were doing the hell they do, my little sister was at a sleepover.

“I um, wanted to ask how sex feels like.” My sister said. She didn’t look at me nor say it aloud, it was much more like a whisper which I was supposed to hear.

“Well, sex feels like, well, SEX. You don’t know how it feels like unless you actually have it.” I said. “I think I know what you’re saying. You have a boyfriend and he wants you to have sex with him. You’re scared? Right?”

My sister looked at my eyes and shook her head. “I want to know how sex feels like, and I want to have it with someone I love.” She looked down again.

“That’s good. When you find the perfect man, you’ll be so happy that you saved your virginity for him.” I said. Having sex-talk with your siblings was embarrassing but I knew that Mom and Dad would never talk about it so it was my job to. I had to talk to my sister about her periods a few years back.

“You’re my perfect man,” she said with her face was all red.

“What!?” I said louder.

“I mean, you’re always there for me. You take care of me and our sister, you provide for our family, and you’re the sweet– I mean.”
My sister looked me in the eyes. “I love you.”

“What’s she thinking” was the only thought that ran in my brain.

“Sis, you’re just going through puberty and”

“Shut up.” She said. “I want to have sex with you,”

I didn’t know what to say to her.

“I want to give you my virginity, I want to have sex with you, I want us to be happy.”

I looked at her eyes. She was serious. “It’s illegal.” I said to her.

“Look, just listen to me. I won’t tell anyone. I want to just, have some fun with you.”

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I stood up from her bed and she stood up with me blocking my way to her bedroom door.

“Okay fine, let’s have sex.” I said to her. She smiled at me.

“Let’s play a game though. We both turnaround so our backs are facing each-other. We remove all our clothes, okay?” I said to her.

My sister began to turn around. I turned around as well and pulled my shirt and boxers off my body. I was completely nude in my sisters bedroom. “Are you naked I said to her?” I asked.

“One second… okay I am now.” She said. I heard her un-clip something. Probably her bra.

“So on the count of 3, we both turn around and we look at each-other. Then we take turns saying good things and bad things about each-others body. Okay?” I was making up a game which I didn’t even know we were playing. It was a stupid game but if my sister was serious about me, she’d be nude when I would turn around.

“Got it.” My sister said.

“Okay…1…2…3!” I turned around and saw my sister’s small butt. She slowly turned around and we looked at each-other’s naked body.

“You’re so skinny and cute.” I said to her.

“Well, you’re strong and cool.” She said.

“You have tiny tits.” I said smiling.

“You have a small penis.” She said laughing at my 2 inch dick.

“You have a cute pussy.” I said.

“You have hair around your dick.” She said. This got me embarrassed.

“You’re the cutest girl I’ve ever seen.” I said.

My sister started blushing. She took a step forward and hugged me tightly. This was the first time we actually made skin-to skin contact, EVER! And she was hugging me while being nude. I hugged her small body back tightly. I loved her. Her hair and my hair touched, our hands were around each-others backs, my pubic hairs was tickling her stomach, and my dick was in between her legs Maybe she wouldn’t want to have sex with me. I didn’t want to do anything sexual with my sister, but my penis caught my lie and started growing larger and larger.

We both eventually let go of the other. I laid my body back on her bed. She followed me and we both stared at the ceiling. I turned my head towards her and she did the same my direction. We both closed our eyes and leaned our faces in. And we kissed each-other. A brother kissing her sister. It must have been her first time kissing someone because she started taking out her tongue. I also took out my tongue and when our licks locked I would push my tongue in her mouth. It was so hot and felt so amazing.

She eventually stopped kissing me. Our lips were all wet with each others saliva. As she was pulling her lips away, saliva was still connected between us.

She opened her eyes and smiled. I smiled at her. She looked at my penis and hopped in between my legs. She stared at my monstrous 7 inch uncircumcised cock fully erect right in front of her.

“If you want to, suck it.” I said.

She was scared but put her hands around the foreskin and began to motion it up and down. The head of my penis was all red and she slowly licked the tip of my penis. I moaned from that. She then put her mouth around the head of my penis and began to suck it.

“Oh fuck, that feels nice. Keep going.” I said to her.

She continued to suck my cock until I told her to stop scared of ejaculating in her mouth.

“Here, lay on your back.”

She layed her body on her back as I went in between her legs. I stared at her small pussy. It was a pussy alright. No hairs, no pussy lips, just a vagina we see from science class. I began to suck her pussy. She began moaning as I used my hands to open up her pussy to expose her clit. Once I licked her clit, her body began to tremble. Her body kept shaking more and more and her groans began to become louder as I continued to suck her clit. I then started to insert fingers into my sisters virgin pussy. I started with my index finger, then my middle finger, and that was all I could fit in her tight pussy. I stopped giving her oral and stared at her.

Was I gonna fuck my sister? That was the thought going through my head.

“Do you wanna do it?” I asked her.

She nodded right away.

“Fine, sit on my dick.” I said. I layed back on her bed on her pillow as she got up. Sweat ran through my body everywhere. My sister put her knees away from each other outside my body. Then she opened her pussy up exposing her pussy once again. She looked at me as she sat down on my cock.

My penis went in quite easily. Her pussy was so tight and so hot inside. Her juices and pre-cum helped lubricate the way until we got to her hymen. I stared at her as she pulled her body upwards, then smashed it down right on my dick breaking her hymen. We both groaned. Her body went all the way down on my dick until our pubic bones were touching.

“I love you.” I said to her.
“I love you also.” She said.

She began bouncing up and down my cock rapidly. She went faster and faster and the pleasure was too much for me. Seeing her body bouncing up and down, seeing her hair everywhere across her face, seeing the sweat unleashed, her tiny tits bouncing with her body and the pleasure coming from underneath and I reached the point of no return. Our moans and groans led the way as I was about to unleash when I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom!

My sister pussy let loose and I felt a watery substance shoot from her pussy right onto my dick.
“Sis, pull out, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck, I’m CUMMING!” I said. She was all worn out and tried to pull out. Right as she was about to pull out off my dick, she sat down back on it and groaned. “I’m CUMMMMMING!” She screamed as I felt more her juices escape her pussy right onto my dick.

I felt myself shooting an endless amount of spunk into my little sisters virgin pussy. The orgasm shook my body and my sister and I both were shaking after the end of our fuck. We both just sat there, wondering what we just did to one-another. As she pulled off of me, the blood, the juices, and the semen shot out from her pussy right onto my dick.


2 Months Later…

My sister held the pregnancy test for both of us to see. She was pregnant.

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