This blog is by no means geared toward anyone underage, cishet, or vanilla. Having stated that, everyone is free to browse and enjoy. I am over 21+ (The legal age to do whatever the fuck I want in the USA, where I live). More about me below the cut.
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Ugh, yeah I have a gun in your mouth can you like fucking chill? you think you're special? really? who the fuck would order your kidnapping or a hit on you? I just grabbed whatever girl I could off the street you fucking idiot. jesus yeah I fucking guess you were very kidnappable now can you like beg for your life already? no it's not a fucking sex thing stop making this weird!!! ugh why are you hard. stop that. what. what the fuck is a "snuffbait"??
yeah you can put it in my pussy! but don't cum in me! i'm not on birth control so i could get pregnant im serious! i know we're fucking raw, and i have a really nice bouncy cervix that kisses your cock sweeter the harder you slam into her, and the more you do that the wetter i get, and you can almost swear the hole of my cervix is a little loose herself because of how bad she wants one of your pups, but pleeeeasseeee dont cum in me! :3
just so everyone knows my wife was fucking me just now and scrolling a porn blog and just came across this post on it randomly and came in me to it lol
little sis who keeps insisting whenever she hangs out with her big sis that they go to her room to play fight, like when they were kids. big sis who keeps refusing, telling her that they both know she's just going to win and she doesn't want to hurt her.
big sis who finally gives in one day, flipping her little sis onto her stomach, pinning her arms down and just resting her full body weight down on her in a matter of seconds. her little sis tries to squirm free and shake her off, but mostly just ends up pushing her hips back into her big sister's crotch repeatedly, starting to feel her sis's cock getting hard as she does.
big sis starts letting go of her sister's arms to stand back up as she stammers out the beginnings of an apology only to be met with her cute little sister demanding "don't you dare get up right now."
"but-"
"no. shut up. ive been waiting for this for way too fucking long. now you are going to stay here on top of me, pull my shorts down and fuck me until we're both whimpering messes, or so help me god i am going to tie all your limbs down to my bed and get on top of you myself."
big sis goes quiet for a second before freeing her hard cock and doing as she's told, moving nervously and gently at first, afraid of hurting her little sister who she loves so dearly, before being slowly coaxed by her little sister's commands and moans into rutting into her desperately like an animal, before finally cumming inside (at her sister's insistence of course). they disentangle just a little bit and lay there for a while, catching their breath and holding each other.
"hey um... you know what you said back there about tying me down and getting on top...?" big sis asks quietly.
her little sis laughs, "i can do that for you next time," she says as she traces her fingers across one half of her sister's jawline, gently brushing her lips across the other half, "if you promise me that you'll stop holding back on me. i see how you look at me when you think i won't notice. why do you think ive been trying to get you into this position for so long?"
a priest doing his duty and listening to his parishoners' confessions on the other side of the confessional while he cockwarms a dildo in the shape of a demon cock, the knot of it slipping inside of him as he grinds down against it while listening to an unholy confession about thoughts of infidelity by one of his closest parishoners, taking a cock inside of him while his parishoner talks about how disgusting and depraved his dreams about being fucked by a man are.
"what should i do, father? i need your guidance."
he pushes him down on the dildo again at the desperate emotion in his voice.
"perhaps, my child, it is our lord's way of punishing you for your...fornications with Mrs. Maya. a punishment for being with a woman other than your wife."
"oh, father. dear father, what should i do to redeem myself in the eyes of our lord?"
"i can only make suggestions, you must choose in the end." he fought to keep his voice steady at the knot of it stretched his rim further than he ever thought possible, his eyes rolling in his head.
"what do you suggest then, father? whatever it is i am sure it is for the best."
"i would advise that you do not reject god's punishment. for only with punishment will you be cleansed. i suggest you act on these dreams. i suggest you allow another man into yourself to fulfil the lord's plan."
"and then i will be forgiven?"
"and then the lord will see you are his most willing servant."
"yes," the man sounded excited. "yes, i mean-- if that is what i must do then of course."
"come back to confess your sins to me when it is done. leave no detail unsaid to ensure you are properly forgiven."
"yes, father. of course, father, thank you."
the door to the confessional closes and another does not take his place. bracing a hand on either side of the booth, the priest fucks himself on the demon cock, the knot squelching in and out of him as he moans like a wanton whore for his lord before he cums in his cassock, clenching around the knot as though it has swelled, like he was a bitch in heat to be knotted and bred.
Aunt: "This is kind of an embarrassing thing to ask my niece, but, um, how do you like... um, like with girls, how am I supposed to-
Niece: "Be a lesbian?"
Aunt: "Y-yeah, pretty much."
Niece: "Well, like, what are your goals? Like, are you looking for a girlfriend? Or do you wanna start dating? Or are do you wanna try hooking up? What do you actually want."
Aunt: "Those all sound nice, but um, right now it's mostly..."
Niece: "The last one."
Aunt: //////-/////// "Mhm"
Niece: Well, that shouldn't be hard.
Aunt: "H-huh?"
Niece: "You're hot, and like, a lot of girls are into older women. I've got friends who'd be on their knees just hearing that you're a 40 year old dyke. It'll be a bit harder finding one who doesn't want you to take the lead, but still easy."
Aunt: //////-/////// "Th-that's, um, r-really? They like-"
Niece: I could probably set something up, you free this weekend?
Jade could hear the door slam even through her headphones. It was so forceful that it shook her shelf on the opposite wall. She sat there for a moment, contemplating what to do. It was around the time that her siblings would be coming home from school, and clearly someone was mad. She considered doing nothing, letting them cool off before her big sister instincts took over and she arose out of her chair. Cursing her fate of being the only responsible adult in this house, she left her room.
She found the likely culprit downstairs. Penelope was lounging on the couch, idly scrolling on her phone. Her backpack lay discarded on the floor.
“What happened?” Jade asked.
“I dunno” Penelope answered.
“Really?”
“Ugh fine, Tommy got mad at me”
“And why would he get mad at you?” Jade tried her hardest not to roll her eyes. She already knew why, but wanted to hear how Penelope would tell it.
“I was just teasing him a little” Penelope shrugged.
“And?”
Penelope sighed, “he was staring at my tits the whole bus ride, so on the walk home I was going like, ‘you can’t have these’ and, ‘little loser can look but he can’t touch’ and then he-”
“Fuckin…” Jade interrupted her sister, her face in her hands. “You know how sensitive he is about this! Of course he’d get upset!”
“But he’s so fun to tease!”
Jade pinched the bridge of her nose, “It’s not worth it arguing with you. I’ll go talk to him” Jade made her way back up the stairs, Penelope returned to her phone.
For the past two years Thomas had truly been the odd one out. The only member of the family explicitly barred from their tradition. Two years of watching his family members fuck out in the open, while also going through puberty at the same time. It must have been torture.
At least before Penelope had come of age there was some solidarity between them. Penelope and Jade had already broken the rule several times by the time Penelope had turned sixteen, but only the two of them knew about that. Thomas didn’t have that. He was truly alone. Perhaps that knowledge is what drove Jade to knock on the door to Thomas’ bedroom, a sense of big-sisterly pity.
She knocked softly at first, hoping not to alarm him. When there was no response she knocked louder and announced herself.
“Tom, it’s Jade. Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” His voice was sullen.
Jade opened the door. Thomas lay on the bed, curled up. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off. His eyes were red like he’d been crying.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Jade entered the room, closing the door behind her.
“She’s just so mean!” Thomas moved so that he was sitting up.
“I know, I know.”
“I hate her!”
“Hey now,” Jade sat on the bed and took her brother’s hand, “Do you really mean that?”
“No. She'll just be mean about it.”
“No…” Thomas replied, sheepishly.
“Do you want me to talk to her about it? Get her to stop?”
“Ok then,” Jade lightly embraced him, his head resting on her shoulder as she gently ruffled his hair. “I’m sorry Tom”
“It’s fine. Thank you, Jade.”
They sat there for a moment, until Jade had an idea. Perhaps it was a big sister’s duty to bend the rules as needed.
“You know,” She whispered, “there is one thing that we could do to totally show her up.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s one thing that we could do so that next time she teases you about not being allowed to join in you’ll know that she’s full of shit.”
“What?” His tone was confused, but his breathing was quickening. Jade smiled, she had already ensnared him.
“Oh, y’know…” she reached down with her free hand to Thomas’ crotch.
Thomas yelped and pulled away. The siblings looked at each other, eye to eye. Thomas was beet red, his breathing heavy. Jade couldn't help but smile. He was so cute right now, all flustered.
“So, wanna relieve some stress?” her tone was playful as she pushed her hand against Thomas’ stiffening cock, still trapped in his jeans.
“I- I-”
“Use your words”
“Yes, yes please yes”
“Good boy.”
“Dude, you have to lift your hips up for me to take off your pants”
Jade unbuttoned and unzipped Thomas’ pants in one motion. She could see the needy tent in his underwear. She tried to pull the pants the rest of the way off but Thomas was frozen.
“Oh, sorry” he mumbled.
His pants fully off, she simply slipped the waistband of his underwear down, freeing his virgin dick. It sat there, swaying slightly in time with Thomas’ heartbeat. Jade lightly touched it, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from her brother. She examined it. Thomas’ dick was maybe a little longer than Henry’s, but with a smaller head. His bush was thick and dark, with a happy trail extending up into his t-shirt. The balls were a nice size, and the shaft curved upwards slightly. Finished with her inspection she returned her gaze to her brother’s face.
“You’re just getting my hand, ok? Nothing else.”
Thomas nodded vigorously, absolutely speechless. Jade spat on her hand and started stroking. After a few strokes the spit had rubbed in, so she worked up some more and drooled it over his cockhead, circling his frenulum with her thumb. Thomas closed his eyes and whimpered at that.
She made sure to keep a loose grip, but even then after a few more pumps Thomas’ whole body tensed. He babbled something about being close until he gasped. His hips bucked as he orgasmed, accompanied by a soft, breathy moan.
Jade’s pace increased as the cum oozed out, milking one, two, three good pumps until his pleasure abated and the once needy dick began to soften. Thomas fell backward into his pillows, Jade licked her hand clean, savoring the bitter, salty liquid that no other Krier had tasted. She looked back to her brother, who met her gaze through half closed eyes.
“Enjoy yourself?” she asked.
“Yes. Thank you”
“Consider it an IOU. How long is it until your birthday, two months? We can do the rest then, ok?”
“Sure.” Thomas smiled softly.
Jade planted a kiss on Thomas’ cheek, then stood up to leave. She was a little horny now, maybe she could ask Penelope if she was down. Best not to reward her for bad behavior, though. In the bathroom washing the cum off her hands, she decided to wait until Mom came home. It being a wednesday, it was their mother, Stephanie’s turn to be on duty, but she wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. Best to wait.
it literally isn’t cheating if you start a fling with a tgirl that happens to have a chaser boyfriend. his existence should be treated like an afterthought.
"Do you?" She furrows her eyebrows at the way you asked the question. "Wha…"
"I haven't seen you with a boyfriend."
"I showed up with him, he's-"
"Outside? He's been outside a lot tonight, huh? I've had my eye on you for two hours, and not once have you been on his arm. You keep checking your phone like you're waiting on something, but I don't think he's coming, baby."
Her confidence falters a note. "He's just, he went out for a smoke, he said he was coming back in…" You raise your eyebrows to reinforce your previous assertion. She falters under it, and reaches over with one hand to grasp her other forearm.
You sidle a little closer to her, bumping your arm into the fridge she's been standing next to, looking lonely. "I noticed you've been checking her out all night." You gesture at a redhead across the room wearing slightly too much lipstick. That one's been running her mouth to the little woman next to her on the couch ever since the party's host disbanded the half-assed attempt at icebreaker games, and the yearning on your conversational partner's face was so loud that you immediately knew she was missing something important in her life.
She blushes and turns away. "No, I, well, I just think she's really beautiful."
"You want me to get her number for you?" You don't want to get that number for her, but you know this pretty little thing is going to flinch at the notion of actually getting what she wants.
She plays right into your hands. "She's busy, and she's talking to that girl, and besides, she wouldn't want m-…" She tucks her lips between her teeth to smother the rest of the sentence, and she drifts to staring down between her feet.
You take a step forward and a bold step in the conversation, getting close enough to tuck a finger under her chin and lift to force eye contact. You murmur "She wouldn't want you? Why wouldn't she want you? Girl, you're a catch. You didn't come here all dressed up to look at the floor, did you?"
Her eyes get a few drops more watery, and she almost pulls away from your touch, but you take a second finger and run it under her chin again, and she almost puckers as she leans into the touch. A thirst she doesn't seem willing to admit touches her lips for a moment, but then she tries to protest "I came with my boyfriend-"
"Yeah yeah, your boyfriend. But I don't see him here now, with you. You're right here, with me, and I can see what he's missing."
You can feel the desperation in the way she leans forward. "What he's missing? What do you mean?"
"He showed up to the party with the most beautiful girl here, and somehow he's gotten fixated on the reflection in his truck's bumper outside instead of keeping an eye on his woman. I think he should be taught a lesson."
She pulls back a little past your outstretched fingers, but you don't cede distance, and she step back into the ample space available. "What? What are you saying? A lesson? He's just outside, he just, he was just getting a cigarette from her, he's coming back soon…"
"Oh, so he was talking to some girl? And somehow he forgot about you?"
She's on the verge of tears. "I, well, she was…" Her voice drops to a whisper, right about to break. "She's trans too, so…"
A cord unzips around your throat, the friction painful as you see this poor girl push herself aside to make way in her relationship for someone else just because they share a demographic with her. You step further forward and cup her jaw, staring deep into her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, do you think that's why he's with you?"
With an impressive degree of fortitude she manages to return your gaze, and you can see something vulnerable inside her unfurling under your attention. She murmurs out "He just said I'm his type, that he has a thing for tgirls-"
You cut her off with gentle firmness. "Baby girl, 'tgirl' is something that you get to say, not him. Do you like being called that?"
Her cheeks go red and she shakes her head in your hand a little. "I just want to be a woman, but-"
"No 'but' anything. You are a woman, and you deserve to be called that. What do you want to be called? How does gorgeous sound?"
Her lips part, and you can feel her breathing coming heavier. You adjust your grip to hold her chin like a chalice filled with angelic ambrosia, and you continue "Delightful? Sweet thing?" That gets a shiver out of her, and you can tell that if you find just the right phrase, you might get a moan out of her.
The air etches with the truest sentence of the evening: "Are you my little girl?"
You get the moan you were aiming for, and in the breathless moments she fails to respond you take another step forward and wrap your arms around her waist. You can see stars light in her eyes at your proximity, and she bites her lip for a moment before she remembers the chastity she's so foolishly trying to withhold. "Wait, no, I, I have a boyfriend, I'm lucky to have him, I won't cheat-"
You pull a hand around and put a finger to her lips. "No, you're lucky you found me. Now, cheating only counts if you're doing the same thing with someone else as you do with your boyfriend, right?" She nods her head slightly, and it's so blindingly cute it feels like looking into a supernova. You continue "So how about we do all the things he never does to you?"
