TheHornyTrain

Over 18. Aussie, TME, Autist. Minors dni. Follow from @artiecharlie

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Thought I'd make a simple pinned post.

Intro:

Hi, I'm Charlie, this is my horny blog. I mostly reblog long text posts, with the occasional gif or nsft art. I also occasionally post my own nsft art.

Tags:

Main tags are (no particular order) piss kink, cnc free use, huc0w, nsft tentacles, ghost kink, exhibition kink, cnc somno, fauxcest and ovi kink.

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This is a blog aimed at adults, minors dni.

[angel-in-your-basement]

I love when Doms go back and forth between cruel and sweet during sex. When they’re fucking you rough, and telling you what a dumb, pathetic slut you are, interspersed with “I love you, you’re so pretty, you feel so good, you’re taking this so well.” My heart melts and so does my pussy.

[trans-teleportation]

fauxcest somno thoughts ahead

dad needing to be inside too much to wait for his kiddo to wake up,and just deciding he'll have to use their body. testing how deeply asleep they are by trailing his hand across their chest, down their stomach, around their thighs, and eventually deciding that there is no risk even if his kiddo wakes up. he knows that they aren't going t stop him.

pulling their pjs aside, not even waiting long enough to get them all the way off (the added benefit of hampering their movement). just needing to touch their bare skin. he traces kiddo's hole lightly with his fingertips over their underwear, before baring them entirely.

pushing into them with no resistance. kiddo's body is so soft and lax around him, no hint of tension. Dad feeling the day's worries melting away into their heat gripping his cock. he watches kiddo's body start to respond, wondering if they are going to stir but knowing its already too late, hes already inside them. sleep mussed and muscles still lax, there is no way they are going to be able to push him off or resist. as kiddo stirs, dad watches the realisation dawn as the sensations start to make sense. them waking up already wet/hard, and just having to stay there and take it because this isn't about their pleasure, this is all for dad. Just dad taking what he needs from his baby.

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[kxsalt]

Sunday service. The girl sits at the first pew, enraptured by the preacher’s sermon. His tattooed arms gesture to the crowd as he recounts his story of his conversion in prison. A parable of new beginnings. When the congregation sings, she’s the first to hop to her feet. Every hymn and note is recounted from memory.

Afterwards, the girl takes gleefully to her service work. Invigorated by the preacher’s message, she cleans and reorganizes the church as the crowds slowly drift out through the doors. The last few have left by the time she finishes her duties. A few glances around the empty hall, and she skips up to the pastor’s office.

“It’s all done!” The petite gold cross around her neck bounces against her scrawny frame as she approaches his desk. Turning away from his computer, he glances at the long, modest dress flowing down to her knees. “Thank you for your service. You’re always so diligent. It’s admirable.” The girl’s face lights up in a huge smile. Leaning against his desk, she enjoys his praise. “Thanks! I really liked your sermon today. I guess I was feeling inspired…”

MIND. Each letter tattooed on each finger. The preacher’s hand rests on her thigh. She looks up at him with a bashful smile. “…or looking for an excuse to stay after everyone’s gone…” Her hand rests on his. Small, pristine, and delicate; she turns her body to bend herself over the desk. Tugging at the long dress, she hikes the fabric up over her hips. Bright white panties shine out from between her legs.

BODY. The four letters tattooed on his right hand grab her asscheek. She giggles nervously, feeling the pastor grope her bum and pull her innocent panties down to her ankles. The man takes a moment to admire her smooth, soft skin. Running his hands along her thighs, she stamps her feet impatiently. “Don’t look down there – it’s indecent.”

His cock almost touches her virgin pussy when he rubs it against her soft bum. Face first on the desk, the girl breathes deeply and says a little prayer. The pastor’s spit drips onto her hole, and she feels him start to press into her ass. His hard cock pushes her open. She bites her lip as his head works its way inside.

Strong, ink-covered hands hold her in place as he completes his first long slow thrust. He can see her leg trembling as he lets his cock rest inside her ass. “Why did you stop…?” The girl mumbles, wincing from his girth. “Just letting you get used to it, darling.” A gentle hand on her shoulder. “No – ah… just fuck me…” The preacher feels her bum tighten from shock as she clamps her hand over her mouth.

“Ohmygod, I swore! I’m so sorry!” The girl is overwhelmed and embarrassed by her profanity. A second thrust into her ass jolts her from her shame. “You’re okay, little miss. It was an accident.” He pushes in and out, holding on tight as she squirms on his cock. “Nuh-ah… I’m sorry… It’s not just that…” She’s anxious. The preacher uses more force than he would like to fit himself in her hole.

“…last night I almost touched myself…” The girl lets out a little sob with her confession. “I was watching a video and these girls were wrestling and one of them was holding down the other and I don’t know what happened but I had my hand in my panties…” He can see her getting herself worked up. The man rubs her back to soothe her.

“You’re too hard on yourself, sweetheart.” He leans forward and wraps her in a hug, pushing his cock deep into her ass. “You’re barely twenty, in the prime of your life. Those things happen. God wouldn’t want you to punish yourself for something so natural.” The girl sniffles, and he can feel her bum start to relax. “You sure…?”

An affirming nod. The girl flashes her pretty smile at him. The same bright gaze that stares up at him at the pulpit every Sunday. He can move faster now, deeper, more forcefully. Her relaxed bum gratefully receives the anal sex. She arches her back and pushes into his cock. Faint prayers escape her lips with each stroke into her ass.

The charismatic leader is at a loss for words as she bounces on his dick. The girl looks back at him with a zealot’s fervor. He looks at her with the devil’s lust. As he cums, his old instincts rush back. The girl is manhandled, roughly pushed back onto the desk. Her asshole is stretched open, sodomized by the preacher in their church. “Yes! Oh, God! I want to serve you~”

A bead of sweat runs down his tattoo sleeve as he pulls his cock from the whimpering devotee. She quickly pulls up her panties to hide her nudity. He catches a glimpse of the wet patch already forming on the back as her underwear is covered by the long dress. The girl shivers from pleasure. The pastor tries to give her some aftercare.

“Do you want a kiss?” She looks at him like an alien. “What? No? We’re not married… my husband should have my first kiss.” He gives her a wincing smile, searching for a way to ground her after their filthy sortie. “Would you like to pray with me, instead?”

Her fanatical grin. “Oh, yes please!” Mind and body, she grabs both of his hands. The preacher watches her close her eyes. A sweet smile as her lips move faintly. A whispered prayer of gratitude. “God, thank you for letting me be of service…”

[wanders-in-wonderland]

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

[ickytreats]

Could I get an order of free use mommy getting creampied by her hypersexual son all day long? She’s got a lot of tasks to get done but her son always comes first. She’s cleaning and he comes in with a raging boner and whines for her. She sighs as he grabs her from behind and mounts her. “Baby please make this quick!” He always cums so much and makes a mess when it leaks out of mommy. She’s usually wobbling and dripping while she cleans up her son’s cum but one round is never enough. He’ll wander off for a bit but he’s back on her before long. Mommy just can’t say no to her baby and he’s always cumming in her and on her. He’ll kiss her so deep and thank her for being the best mommy ever. She’s annoyed with how much cum she needs to clean but she’ll do anything for her sweet baby boy~🫠(Rex)

Warning! ⚠️ This is between fully Consent adults! This post includes Fauxcest and free use!

He's actually so spoiled and mom does nothing about it. She's totally let him push her over! This was supposed to be every once in a while but now she's just free use to her son! She can't keep the house clean for shit now. It's so frustrating and she tries her best to scold him, put him in his place, and teach him but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Most of the cleaning she does around the house is because of him fucking her randomly. Living room has all the throw pillows on the floor? It's because he was moving around while sucking her tits. Kitchen has puddles of water all around? Because she can't keep still while he's fucking her from behind as she's washing the dishes. It's to the point she knows how to organize while giving him head, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

If she bends over to clean cum up from the floor more just leaks out of her, It's a constant battle. She's not winning this even if she tried her best. His soft kisses and thank you melts her heart every single time. She's forgiving his distractions in a heartbeat while even inviting him to cuddle.

[p2onypretty]

Brother who loves to buy me gifts. One day he's in a sex store and finds a remote control vibrator. The idea of watching me squirm makes his cock begin to harden, so he buys it.

I don't know what it is, but he always buys the best gifts. He tells me that before I can use it, we have to make sure I'm ready.

His hands find my chest, groping my tits roughly. He presses his lips to my neck and his hand goes into my panties, rubbing my cunt and feeling how wet I am.

"Good girl," he tells me. "So wet and ready for me."

The words are unfamiliar, but something about the way he says them makes me tense, my pussy growing wetter by the second. He sits me down, and I press my legs together, trying to get some relief.

His hands land on my legs, and he pushes them apart, murmuring, "Spread those pretty legs open for me, baby girl."

The toy slides in easily, and then he pulls his hand out, taps my cunt, and stands up. I look at him, confused, but he doesn't say anything. Just walks away. I leave it in, because of course I do. I trust him.

Later, he's in the living room with his friends when I come downstairs to get a drink. He calls me into the room, and has me sit on the couch next to one of his buddies.

The toy inside me flares to life, and I jolt. A strangled cry makes it past my lips, and I hear him groan.

"God, just look at her," one of his friends says.

My brother's hands are palming over the front of his pants as he turns the toy up. The friend I'm next to reaches over, ripping my shirt off of me so he can play with my tits.

"Panties too," another calls. "Let me see her cunt."

I open my mouth to protest, but I'm cut off by a burst from the toy, and I can't do anything but whimper and whine as I'm stripped bare.

My brother has his cock out now, running his hand up and down the length, eyes locked on the toy in my pussy.

"Fuck yeah, little girl," one of my brothers friends mutters. "God you look like a slut like this."

At this, my brother stands, and his friend leaves the couch next to me. A rough hand finds my pussy, ripping the toy from it and replacing it with fingers.

Then the fingers are gone, and something else is ghosting over my empty hole.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby girl," my brother groans, jamming his cock deep inside me. "And then all my friends will get a turn."

[corwin77]

You're a trans boy, but your family rejects you, the only one who accepts you is your your divorced dad, so you move in with him. You’ve been living with your dad for a few weeks now. It’s been a relief, after everything with your mom and your sister. He’s the only one who ever used your chosen name, who called you his son. You finally feel like you can breathe.

Tonight, you’re already in bed, half-asleep, when the door creaks open. The hall light silhouettes him in the doorway. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, his voice a little thick. “Can’t sleep. Mind if I sit for a bit?” You mumble a sleepy sure, shifting over. He doesn’t just sit, though. He settles on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him dipping it. You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, over the blanket.

“I’m so proud of you, you know,” he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles. “My brave boy.” His hand slides down, over your arm. It feels… heavy. Too intimate. It doesn’t stop at your elbow. His palm slides over your hip, and his fingers curl, pressing into the flesh there. Your breath hitches.

“Dad?” you whisper, confusion and a cold dread starting to pool in your stomach. “Shh,” he murmurs, his other hand coming up to brush your hair from your forehead.

His gaze is dark, intense, in the low light. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here. Daddy understands you better than anyone.” His hand on your hip slips under the hem of your t-shirt, his skin hot against yours. “I know what my boy needs.”

His hand moves with a terrible certainty, slipping under your shirt to cup your bare breast. You gasp, a jolt of something sharp and wrong shooting through you. “Dad, stop,” you choke out, your voice small and trembling. You try to push his hand away, but your own arms feel weak, leaden. He ignores your feeble protest, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it slowly, deliberately, until it hardens into a tight peak against his palm. You want to scream, to shove him off the bed, but a traitorous heat is pooling low in your belly. Your body is betraying you, responding to the rough familiarity of his touch even as your mind screams that this is your father.

He pulls the blanket down further, exposing more of you to the cool air and his hungry gaze. His other hand joins the first, groping and kneading your other breast, his breath coming heavier. “See?” he murmurs, his voice husky. “Your body knows. It knows who takes care of it. Who really loves you.”

A soft, pathetic whimper escapes you as arousal floods your veins, making your skin hypersensitive and your pussy clench with empty need. You hate it, you hate how wet you’re getting, but you can’t make yourself move away.

He keeps touching you, his hands rough and claiming on your breasts. You squirm, trying to pull away, but the blankets are tangled around your legs. You whisper “no” again, but it comes out as a weak, shaky breath. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples, sending sharp sparks of sensation straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting wet, a hot, shameful slickness between your thighs that you can’t control. Your breathing gets faster, each gasp hitching in your chest as he leans closer, his whiskey-scented breath hot on your neck. You know this is wrong, so wrong, but your body arches into his touch anyway, a soft moan escaping your lips before you can choke it back.

His hand slides down your stomach, dipping past the waistband of your sleep pants. His fingers find the damp fabric of your underwear, and a low, knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest. “See?” he whispers, his voice thick with triumph. “I knew you liked it. My good boy.” You whimper, trying to squeeze your thighs together, but his other hand is already on your knee, pushing your legs apart with an easy, terrifying strength. He hooks his fingers into your pants and underwear, pulling them down your hips in one rough motion. The cool air hits your wet, exposed pussy, making you shiver.

“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between your legs. He doesn’t wait. Two of his thick fingers slide through your slick folds, pressing against your entrance. You cry out, a broken sound, as he pushes them inside you in one slow, relentless stroke. Your body clenches around the intrusion, hot and tight, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“There you go. Taking Daddy’s fingers so well.” He starts to move them, curling and scissoring inside you, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.

He keeps fingering you, his thrusts deep and deliberate, stretching you open. Your hips jerk helplessly, your body responding to the rhythm he sets even as tears sting your eyes. He leans down, his mouth close to your ear. “You feel that? That’s how much you want this. How much you need your dad.” He adds a third finger, and the burn makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed. You’re so full, so shamefully wet, and every drag of his fingers sends another wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through you. You can hear the slick, filthy sounds of his hand working your pussy, and you know he’s watching your face, watching you come apart.

The orgasm crashes over you, a violent, shuddering wave that tightens your entire body around his thrusting fingers. You cry out, a ragged, sobbing sound, as you come helplessly on his hand. He groans, watching your face contort with pleasure, his fingers working you through the last pulses.

Before you can even catch your breath, he leans down, his mouth closing hot and wet over your nipple, sucking hard. At the same time, you feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against your slick, used entrance. You’re still pulsing and open from your orgasm, impossibly sensitive. He pushes forward, just an inch, and you feel yourself stretching around him, a broken whimper escaping your lips.

He pushes into you slowly, the thick length of him stretching you wider than his fingers ever could. You feel every inch as he sinks deeper, a low groan rumbling from his chest. Your body is still trembling from your climax, oversensitive and tight, and the slow, relentless invasion makes you gasp. He bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, and stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt inside you. Then he begins to move. Long, deep strokes that drag his cock almost all the way out before plunging back in. The wet, slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with your ragged breathing and his rough grunts. He keeps his mouth on your breast, sucking and biting at your nipple, sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to your core with every thrust. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he fucks into you with a steady, possessive rhythm. You can feel him everywhere—the heat of his body, the scratch of his stubble, the overwhelming fullness as he claims you. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, but your hips lift to meet his, your body betraying you completely, welcoming each deep stroke.

The pleasure builds again, a tight, coiling pressure deep in your belly that you can’t fight. His cock drags against that sensitive spot inside you with every deep thrust, and your breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps. Your legs wrap around his waist on their own, pulling him deeper, and you feel the moment you start to unravel. A high, broken cry is torn from your throat as you come, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his length in hard, rhythmic pulses.

You shake beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity. He groans, a rough, animal sound, and his thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm. He buries himself to the hilt and holds there, his body shuddering against yours. You feel the hot, pulsing release as he cums deep inside you, his seed flooding your tight channel in thick, wet spurts. He grunts with each pulse, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his hips grinding against yours as he empties himself completely. You can feel the warmth spreading inside you, filling you up, a claiming, possessive heat that leaves you breathless and trembling. He stays like that for a long moment, still inside you, both of you slick with sweat and utterly spent.

He holds you close afterward, his body heavy and warm on top of you. His hand strokes up and down your back in a slow, gentle caress, his touch so at odds with what just happened.

“My good boy,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and satisfied. “You did so well for me.” You’re trembling, overwhelmed and confused, but his praise wraps around you like a blanket. Even as you try to process it, your body betrays you again.

You feel his softening cock still buried inside you, and you can’t help the instinctive, tight squeeze of your pussy around him. It’s a helpless, pulsing clench, milking the last of his seed from him. He lets out a soft, pleased groan at the sensation, nuzzling against your neck.

“See?” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin. “You can’t even help it. You were made for this, for me.” He stays inside you, holding you there as if he never wants to let go, his gentle petting never stopping.

[evilsdownfall]

dvp from dad and uncle - cnc, fauxcest, some somno

I wake up sandwiched between them, unable to move as they tell me to go back to sleep. I'm lying on uncle's chest on my front as he holds my thighs with a vicegrip and lowers me down onto his cock, with dad's hand guiding it into me. I try to squirm but their hold is too strong

I'm already stretched out on uncle's cock when dad mounts me from behind and I feel another lubed head press at my tight entrance. I expect him to move and push into my ass, but instead he pushes hard against my stretched cunt until he's sinking in above uncle's cock, and I cry in protest at the impossible stretch

'sorry kiddo... neither of us could wait.'

I feel dad's breath on the back of my neck as he groans in pleasure, already starting to rut into me, and I feel every fraction of movement as his dick drags against my sensitive walls

once they have me stretched out and hopeless to resist, dad spreads my legs further and his thrusts become wild and relentless, the new angle pushing uncle's cock into my g spot with every thrust, and I cry out in a mix of pain and confused pleasure

I beg them to stop, but the unwanted pleasure is quickly building and I know my orgasm is close

dad's grunts grow louder and as his cock rams repeatedly against my cervix, and sticky warmth fills me as dad squeezes my thighs hard and thrusts through his orgasm. I try so hard to resist, but the feeling of warm cum filling my cunt is too much, and I shake with pleasure as I reach my orgasm. I clench hard, and that was enough to send uncle over the edge too, his thick seed mixing with dad's inside of me

they both keep moving, forcing their cum deeper into me before they eventually slow to a stop, both breathing hard against my hot, sweat-covered skin. dad pulls out first, and I feel some of the cum leak out of me onto uncle's cock, and he eventually lifts me off of him too, though I know he's tempted to leave me to cockwarm him like he normally would

'see, that wasn't so bad, hm?'

I whimper, glad that it's finally over, but they both refuse to let go of me, and I gasp as I feel dad's fingers plunge into me, soaking them with my slick and his own spend before sliding them with no warning into my other hole

'shh, it's not over yet. we've gotta make it even, alright bud?'

I sob silently as I feel dad's fingers rubbing his own cum as lube around my tight asshole, and when uncle holds me down to let dad penetrate my underprepared hole, I don't even have the energy left to protest

[applefishing]

"shh, gege's here," he whispers into your neck as you stare at your shared reflection. he did this often: holding you down on his cock in front of a mirror and forcing you to look at where he disappeared inside you.

this was as close as you could be, he'd remind you. if it were possible to be any closer, he would do it. "look at gege inside you," he mutters. "don't stop looking."

he's quieter than usual; restrained. usually he'd be standing, letting your skin slap together as he fucked up into you. but this time was different.

you were trying on a few pretty things for him, frilly pyjama sets and lacy garters to match. he stood behind you in the small change room, a towering figure watching you in the mirror as you slipped each piece on and off your body carefully. you saw the change in his eyes. gentle, patient, loving appreciation slips into something more predatory and possessive.

and you know him as well as he knows you, so you're expecting what happens next. you know how to be quiet when the switch flips and he tugs you against him and tells you he needs to be closer. you suck and bite on his fingers as an aid as he fucks you, eyes re-focusing on where you join each time he notices you drifting.

"know i should wait... gege can't help it," he breathes into your ear. "this is where i belong, hm? right here, buried in your pretty flower." his fingertips ghost over your clit, then glide up to your belly. he presses his palm flat against you, firm. "feels like i should never leave."

he bites into your shoulder, and you bite down on his fingers in return. "wanna keep you strapped to my chest, warm and safe and full of me always..." he drops a kiss over his bite. "doesn't that sound nice?"

the tiniest little hum escapes your throat, muffled by his fingers. "that's why gege's so much bigger," he whispers. "that's the way it's supposed to be... meant to carry you around with my cock buried deep inside you... never apart..." his hips roll, and he presses you back into him a little harder. "want them all to see where i belong... wanna walk out and show them how perfectly we fit... look at it..."

you are looking. you can't stop. it doesn't matter. he repeats it like it's not enough, like he needs the whole world to see how connect together perfectly. "keep looking... look at you opening up for gege... so pretty... look..."

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine the first time the ghost fucks you in public

You've only just started getting used to the idea that most of the town has seen you naked. And unfortunately for you, people aren't so shocked to see simple wardrobe malfunctions anymore. Your invisible puppetmaster begins to get bored.

So, the ghost decides to show them all just how much of a whore you are.

You're at the bar on a Friday night. Just playing a few rounds of pool, occasionally offering glimpses of your tits or pussy as bend over to take your shot.

The next thing you know, cold hands haul you onto the pool table. Your startled cry draws everyones attention just in time to see you forced onto your knees and bent over with your bare ass in the air. Your dress is yanked up over your head so your naked body is on full display under the bar lights.

Imagine how people gather around to watch as your asscheeks are spread wide to show off your holes. A few people pull out their phones to snap pictures while you're helplessly exposed.

Then a cold, hard, cock parts your lips and plunges into your pussy. You can't help but moan as it pumps into you, streaching you open and filling you completely. Meanwhile, the whole bar watches as your pussy gapes open, your asscheek shaking with each pounding of the invisible body using yours.

Imagine being shown the videos later. Seeing yourself being used in front of a crowd of your neighbors. Watching an unseen entity make a spectacle of your degradation. Knowing that anyone can watch you putting on an unexpected show with your body.

Imagine being made to cum so hard that you squirt all over the pool table. Being unable to stop moaning and whining while you're being used. Becoming complicit in your own exploitation.

Imagine the ghost holding you in that position after it's done with you. Allowing people to step forward and touch you. The hands all over your body.

Imagine staying in that position even after the ghost has let you go. Obediently letting bar patrons take their turns fucking you.

Imagine the moment you accept the whore you've become.

[circles-vs-squares]

Youre lying on your front, hugging a pillow. Your hips are in the lap of a large, hypnotically beautiful creature, her cock slowly thrusting into your dripping hole. 

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

You cant believe how wet it makes you.

[ickytreats]

I LOVED THE MEAN MOM

but what about mean daddy? Overstimulating you while his friends watch, maybe letting them take turns

Mean daddy is a toxic man with toxic man friends. You aren't allowed to do shit except house work and shopping. It's the princess life, that's what people think but no. He's an asshole who doesn't give you privileges. He chooses your outfit even! It sounds cute but remember he's mean and toxic, this ain't in the cute way. You're either dressed so modestly or like the biggest slut ever. You are free use to him at all times, there are no breaks. Doesn't matter if people are over if he wants you he has you.

Game nights? Those are a messsss... His friends are allowed to grope you all they want but they have to ask permission to use you. You're his little girl and that cunt is his. You do the cooking, the fetching of drinks, and more. They love watching how he pulls you to your knees and makes you suck him off. They basically play pass the potato with you as they each get head. They laugh about how much of a messy girl you are as you have spit and cum all over you. It's pure humiliation that they do to you.

Absolutely favorite position is when you're forced to ride dad but facing the tv. All his friends can see how your tits bounce and how your face fights the amount of pleasure. Plus how wet and messy your cunt gets with how stretched it is. Once he's done with you he sends you off to his friend. Shaking and dripping his cum. Getting pushed into seconds later as he tells you, ride him good. You can barely walk by the end of game nights.

Dad starts your night and he ends it. Doesn't matter if you think you can't take anymore. Dad knows what's best for you, he is the man after all. Pushes into your used cunt again. Pushing your legs open and fucking you. All you can be is a dumb pretty girl and take it. All his friends cheer him on as you whine.

You know you shouldn't but you kinda enjoy when the other daughters get dragged along. They use you to influence the other girls. You get groped and used first. You see the appeal of when they use you. She looks so good getting meanly used... Dad will use this against you, because he knows what's best. Now shut up and keep encouraging them to be good daughters while he uses you.

You can't hide from this babydoll. You are daddy's toy. His pretty little things to ruin. He's not afraid to make you squirm in public and especially not in front of his friends. The chase is fun for him.

[p2onypretty]

I'm doing homework at my desk when my brother calls me into his room for help with something. He's got some friends over, and they all stare at me as I come into the room.

My brother is under his blankets, and say all he needs me to do is sit at his desk. I do, and he says, "yeah, just like that." And something under his blanket starts to move. One of his buddies bites his lip, staring at me.

The way he's looking at me makes me feel funny, so I turn my head away. My brother asks if I'll do him another favor. I say yes, and he tells me to come sit on his bed. He sits up, and the blanket falls and I can see he's not wearing a shirt.

I sit next to him and he tells me that if I help him, he'll give me something good, but that I have to promise not to tell anyone except him and his friends. I promise. Of course I do, he's my brother.

His hand slides up my shirt, groping my little tits. He makes a strange sound, and I can't help but rub my legs together. One of his friends unzips his pants behind me.

"Do you want to see what I'm doing?" My brother asks. I nod.

He pulls the blanket down and I see his cock. I can't help but stare.

"Do you want to try something?" he asks.

"What kind of something?"

"It'll feel really good," he promises. "Right here." He ghosts his fingers across my panties, and I can't help but shiver.

"It'll be fun," his friend promises, and I turn to see that his cock is also in his hands. In fact, as I look around, most of them are.

"Okay," I say softly. My brother tells me to lay down on his bed, and then he swings himself over top of me. His friends crowd around.

"The guys are gonna help us, okay?" My brother says.

I nod.

A hand finds my little pussy, and I gasp as I feel his friend slide a finger into me.

"She's so fucking wet," he tells the others.

"Good," my brother mutters, and I feel something else at my entrance. Something big and hard.

"Wait," I say. "Wait. Stop." Something doesn't feel right.

My brother slams his cock into me. Hands find my tits, pulling my shirt up so they can grope me.

I scream, but his friends take my hands and legs, first pinning me down, then tying me down.

My brother slams in and out of me at a dizzying pace. Finally, he jams himself so far in I see stars, and then he pulls out.

"My turn!" his friend calls.

Another cock, and I can't help but whimper and moan.

My brother sits behind me, holding my head.

"We're gonna play this game with you for a long time," he says. "The sooner you learn to love it the better."

A hand reaches out, toying with my clit, as my brother reaches down to roll my nipple in his fingers.

"Good baby girl," he moans softly. "You're taking him so well. That's it, little one. You look so pretty with him inside of you."

[darlingrosedoll-deactivated2018]

Horsey Ride

(my first full erotic story, for my first 100 followers <3, and inspired by this post)

Daddy had surprised her with a trip to the countryside, just the two of them - an entire weekend at a friend’s cottage, while the weather was still lovely and warm. She’d nearly skipped down the hall to her room to pack at the prospect, and her eagerness bordered on impatience during the entire drive. Having Daddy all to herself was such a rarity, but to be away from the city as well? It sounded almost luxurious.

They had arrived some hours ago now, unpacked, made and eaten lunch, and she had curled up on the couch to read her book when it was suddenly lifted out of her hands. The smirk on Daddy’s face as he leaned over her shoulder to pry the book from her clutching fingertips told her he was teasing her on purpose, but he still shushed her when she protested.

‘It is high time you had proper riding lessons, young lady.’ His pleasantly deep voice was firm, but the slight smile remained on his face, and she nearly smiled back, despite her annoyance, when that mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. She knew that look. He was up to something, and she’d have to play along if she ever wanted to find out. Daddy’s dedication to his games bordered on obsessive.

‘Appropriate attire has been laid out for you,’ he laid the book on the end table, then leaned over her shoulder once more, ‘which I insist you wear. That outfit, and nothing more. And before you argue,’ her mild indignation was halted with a raised eyebrow, ‘no, you will not be needing footwear for this particular lesson. Get yourself dressed, and then you will meet me on the deck.’ With a light kiss to her cheek, he pushed himself upright and strode outside, loosening his tie as he went. She only paused long enough to admire the simple yet somehow gorgeous act of him removing his jacket, before she too pushed herself up off the couch and went to change into this…’appropriate attire.’

She’d nearly snorted when saw it. Sure, it was rather warm outside, but the almost tiny shorts and the definitely-not-full-length shirt were hardly what one would call ‘appropriate’. She stripped off her t-shirt and jeans nonetheless, and had the shorts half on before she realised there were a pair of panties underneath them, soft and white and…just plain cotton. She shrugged, extracting her leg from the shorts and wiggling her own panties down over her hips. Once her new panties and the rather revealing shorts were on, she lifted the shirt (if it could be called that) expecting to find a bra…but nothing lay on the bed underneath the tiny plaid top. After briefly considering keeping her own on, she reached behind her back to unhook the bra and slide it off her shoulders - Daddy had been quite specific, and while he was never eager to punish her, he did not shy away from it either when she choose disobedience.

The top was cute, and fit her form perfectly. It just didn’t really accomplish much as a ‘shirt’, even when she buttoned it all the way up (which made her giggle, imagining the look on Daddy’s face at her revealing top was secured all the way to her neck). She undid the first two buttons, liking how the collar fell, and then pulled off her socks and padded back down the hall to find Daddy.

He was, as promised, out on the deck lounging with his own book in one of the chairs, clad as always in a button-up shirt and slacks. He lifted his head as she approached, his smile appearing for a moment before a different look passed over his face - not any less pleased, but the intensity made her shiver. Or perhaps that was the amount of bare skin exposed in this fair weather. She caught the tip of his tongue flicking over his lower lip and when her eyes met his she saw they were darker than usual.

Definitely pleased.

‘Come here, Babydoll,’ that smooth, deep voice commanded, her feet carrying her obediently towards those perfect eyes. ‘I want you,’ he took her hand in his, warm and strong and tugging insistently, ‘to straddle my lap, facing me, if you please. Eye contact is…important in these lessons,’ the smirk returned as he noted the blush rising in her cheeks. She felt her heartbeat begin to race, but obeyed him nonetheless, carefully lifting one leg over his knees and settling herself into his lap, her hands on the back of the chair.

‘These,’ he spoke more softly now, his face just inches from hers, ‘are very special riding lessons for my Babydoll. I want you to pay close attention, and if you do well then I have a horsey especially for you that you can ride.’ Something in his voice made her bite her lip and flush even more, but he just smiled at her, sliding his hands down her arms to grasp her hands, re-positioning them to rest on his shoulders.

‘Hold onto me to keep your balance, okay, Babydoll?’ She nodded, the movement helping clear her mind. The shorts didn’t cover her legs at all, so she was quite aware of the fabric of Daddy’s slacks against her thighs, the feel of his shoulders beneath her hands, and then his hands…she let her breath out in a soft sign as she felt Daddy’s hands, warm and a bit coarse, sliding along the smooth skin of her thighs, from her knees all the way to her hips, leaving a tingling path in their wake.

‘Move with Daddy, Babydoll,’ he commanded, his hands gripping her hips and guiding her to rock against him. At the prompting of his fingers, she pressed closer, rolling her hips a little, following the rhythm he set, and after a few minutes she realised…he was guiding her to rub against him. She couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped her throat when she managed to slide just a fraction closer to him and felt that hardness between her legs, pressing up into her, insistent… Daddy must have felt it too, because he gently pulled her nearer until her legs were now draped over his hips.

‘Unbutton my shirt, Babydoll. I’m feeling a bit warm, but you’re doing so well, I don’t want to break our rhythm.’ Daddy sounded a little bit hoarse now, his hands keeping her hips in constant motion, almost grinding her down onto him. Her own hands trembled only a little as she began undoing the buttons of Daddy’s shirt, one by one, slowly exposing his chest to her gaze. She blushed furiously when she had to reach down between them to find the last button, her fingers brushing ever-so-lightly against that hardness that she was rubbing against, and she swore she heard Daddy growl.

‘You’re doing so good, Babydoll. Hold onto Daddy and keep your balance…don’t stop moving. Daddy’s just going to take his hands off your hips for a moment, you look a little warm too. Here, let Daddy help.’ So focused was she on keeping the precise rhythm Daddy had set that she didn’t realise what Daddy was doing until he had unbuttoned her shirt and was pulling the material down over her breasts.

‘Daddy!’ She gasped, lifting her hands from his shoulders to cover herself, but he was faster, catching her hands in his and firmly placing them back on his shoulders. His face was almost stern.

‘Don’t be shy, Babydoll, and I already told you not to stop moving. You need to keep your balance.’ His hands returned to her nearly bare breasts, slipping into her shirt, his skin feeling almost hot against hers now, as he lifted her breasts fully out of the tiny top. She could feel the blush radiating all down her neck and over her chest at her Daddy exposing her like this. One of his hands returned to her hip to keep her moving, while the other went to her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. ‘You are so pretty, my little Babydoll,’ he smiled at her, but his eyes were darker than ever. ‘So pretty and cute. And I think those little pink nipples would much rather be uncovered.’ As he spoke, his hand drifted down to her breasts to lightly tickle the tips of each nipple, making her shiver and giggle despite the incessant blushing.

Daddy laughed softly. ‘Did you like that, Babydoll? Keep riding Daddy, we need to practice staying focused,’ he said in that husky voice again, his hand on her hip pulling her against him a little harder once more, then joining his other hand in teasing her nipples and making them harden underneath his tickling fingertips. She whimpered again, still soft, but Daddy seemed to like it and began touching her nipples more deliberately, squeezing them gently, rolling them between his fingers, even pinching a little to make her gasp. All the while, she kept rocking her hips, pressing against Daddy’s hardness, keeping the rhythm, despite how…sensitive Daddy was making her soft little nipples feel.

After several minutes, Daddy slid his hands down her tummy again. ‘I think you are ready for the next part of the lesson, Babydoll,’ his eyes held hers captive as he still her hips. ‘I want you to do exactly as Daddy says, okay?’ She nodded, now finding it difficult to stay still but wanting to please her Daddy. ‘Unbutton my pants…go ahead, Babydoll. And I want you to take out Daddy’s cock…that’s it, Babydoll, such a good girl.’ She was trembling visibly now. She’d figured out what Daddy had intended, at least this far, but to have to follow Daddy’s instructions and touch him like this… No wonder her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. ‘Good girl, hold Daddy in your hands…Daddy loves you touching him…’ he whispered this as he leaned his forehead against hers. He must have sensed her nervousness, as his hands had slid up her back to rub soothingly, encouragingly. It did help calm her heartbeat, and she knew she loved touching Daddy like this too. It made her want to wiggle in his lap, and all of her felt tingly and warm…and between her breasts bared for Daddy, with nipples still hard from his touches, and her soft hand wrapped around his cock, she felt more shy than she could ever remember feeling before.

Daddy lifted his forehead from hers and pressed a soft kiss to the end of her nose, which nearly made her giggle. ‘Stroke Daddy, Babydoll. You’re being such a good little girl for Daddy, keep touching my cock, Sweetie, that’s it…’ She did her best to listen and follow his instructions, focusing intently on the sound of his voice, the little groans he made when her hand slid higher on his cock. ‘Oh, good girl, just like that, stroke Daddy…have to get the horsey ready for you to ride, keep touching Daddy, Babydoll…can you feel how hard the horsey is? Hmm, Babydoll? Can you feel him throbbing in your hands?’ She looked up into his eyes for a moment, nodding and smiling up at him, blushing more than ever, and let her hand slide all the way up and off the head of his cock before wrapping around him again, making her Daddy groan and his cock twitch in her hands. He was still stroking her back soothingly with one hand, while the other had slid to her breasts again and had resumed playing with her nipples.

‘Yes Daddy,’ she breathed, as his fingers tugged at her nipples lightly. He smiled broadly, tweaking her nipple a little harder to make her gasp, and quick as lightning he covered her mouth with his, his tongue slipping between her parted lips while his hand on her back pulled her against him. She moaned into his mouth, her soft, warm hands still stroking and pumping his cock, her lips almost melting against his as he claimed her mouth, filling her with the taste of him and drinking her in, his tongue sliding, hot and wet, along hers, exploring her mouth.

Several moments later he pulled back, relaxing his grip on her and nuzzling her cheek affectionately while she attempted to find her breath. ‘Stand up, Babydoll,’ his commanding tone had returned, compelling her to obey. She felt slightly unsteady, but Daddy was there, unbuttoning her little shorts, tugging them down her legs and guiding her to step out of them before pulling her back into his lap. She blushed anew, now feeling quite naked save for her top which left her breasts entirely exposed and the thin cotton panties. And they were thin, thin enough she could feel Daddy, hot and hard and throbbing against her.

‘Daddy needs to check to see if you’re ready for a horsey ride, Babydoll,’ he whispered in her ear, his hand sliding down her tummy and tickling along the hem of her panties, the very tip of his finger just slipping beneath the fabric to touch the soft skin there, making her tingle and squirm just a little. ‘Do you want Daddy to touch you under your panties, Babydoll?’ he asked it as though it were the most innocent question in the world, which only made her blush more. Of course, this was his intention, she finally realised, and fought the brief urge to smack him. Instead, she nuzzled him back, and whispered sweetly, ‘Yes please, Daddy,’ his fingers drifted a little lower under her panties, ‘Please Daddy, I want to…I want to ride the horsey.’ Her blushing was almost unbearable, and she desperately hoped he wouldn’t make her say more. And suddenly his fingers were sliding all the way down to her smooth slit, touching her most private place, parting her soft pussylips to explore her gently.

She clung to him, whimpering, squirming, no matter how hard she tried not to, against his hand, his fingers slipping through her wetness and touching every petal, every fold, every sensitive place until Daddy found her little button and made her almost jump with the rush of pleasure of his touch. ‘Almost ready for Daddy, Babygirl,’ he pressed another kiss to her cheek, his free hand wrapping around her to hold her close, ‘keep stroking Daddy while he plays with your cunny. That’s it, Babydoll, good girl, such a good girl for Daddy…’ His fingers were making her feel so good that she couldn’t sit still, she could barely stay focused on stroking his cock, but she seemed to tingle even more when she was touching him and when Daddy made those growly-pleased sounds, like when she rubbed her thump over the tip of his cock.

When Daddy withdrew his hand, she could feel the wetness on his fingers stroking up her tummy. ‘Babydoll is all ready for her horsey ride, aren’t you, Sweetie?’ He pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose. ‘Hands on my shoulders, Babydoll, and lift yourself up a little.’ She was trembling again, her mind all foggy with pleasure, but she obeyed if slowly, watching as Daddy hooked a finger in her now very wet panties, and pulling them to the side. She buried her head in Daddy’s neck, feeling a rush of shyness at her exposure - still ‘dressed’ but bared, which seemed to make it worse than if Daddy had stripped her entirely naked. He laughed softly, lifting a hand to stroke her hair. ‘My little Babydoll, you are so perfect. I love my shy little darling,’ he said fondly.

He let her settle for a minute, stroking her hair, pressing kisses where he could reach, his other hand, however, touching her sensitive places to help her get used to Daddy’s touches. His fingers drifted over her bottom and between her legs, tickling her bare sides and up to her breasts, where he cupped and squeezed her soft flesh. It wasn’t long before he had her squirming in his lap once more.

‘Look at me, Babydoll.’ It was that commanding tone that she knew better than to test, and she lifted her head slowly from his shoulder, her grey eyes slowly trailing up to meet his dark ones. His gaze made her heart start racing again, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as his hands went to her hips, lifting her up to align her slippery pussy with his throbbing cock which curved proudly up toward his belly. ‘Line up the horsey with your cunny, Babydoll,’ her hand trembled but she obeyed, almost as if in a trance, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft and positioning Daddy’s cock so the smooth, round head grazed her entrance, ‘that’s it, good girl, now sink down slowly, Babydoll, and let the horsey into your special place…’ Daddy’s words made her cunny flutter, and the tingling sensation was back, this time in her belly and where Daddy’s horsey was touching her private parts.

Slowly, so very slowly, she lowered herself down onto Daddy’s cock, his hands helping her, guiding her, as his cock gradually pressed inside her tight little hole, stretching her open, widening her little by little until finally the head slipped inside her, making her gasp and tremble. ‘Ooooh Babydoll,’ Daddy closed his eyes, exhaling slowly and stilling her for a moment, ‘Daddy had no idea you would be so tight.’ She fought the urge to squirm or lift back up - her little pussy felt so full, stretched and aching. Daddy knew best, and held her in place so she could get used to him, pressing little kisses all over her face until he began guiding her down over his thick cock again.

She whimpered louder now, Daddy’s cock opening her up so deep inside, touching her, making her feel so good even though it ached and throbbed, her tiny hole learning how to take such a big, thick cock… He wrapped his arms around her tightly, still helping to hold her up but now able to stroke her back and sooth her again, whispering in her ear what a good little girl she was, how she was learning her lessons so very well, what a good little rider she was for Daddy. Slowly he eased her down onto his cock, until his Babydoll was firmly seated in his lap once again, trembling and filled more than she had ever imagined in such a soft, tight little hole. But she had taken every inch of his cock, just like Daddy said.

After a few moments, his hands slid down to her hips again, guiding her as he had before to rock against him. Just slight movements at first, so her innocent little cunny could get used to riding such a big horsey, and bit by bit Daddy guided her back to the rhythm he’d taught her before. ‘Do you like that, Babydoll? Do you like riding Daddy’s horsey?’ She whimpered, clutching at him in response as her pussy seemed to spasm at his words. He smiled, pressing a firm kiss to her lips, then drawing back so he could whisper more encouragement to his little Babydoll as she rode the horsey.

‘Can you feel how hard the horsey is, Babydoll? That’s because your doing such a good job, riding so well, and the horsey loves being ridden like this, Babydoll…you feel so good, so good wrapped around Daddy…such a hot, tight, wet little pussy for Daddy…Can you feel the horsey touching you inside, Babydoll? Hmm? Is the horsey making you tingly for Daddy?’ All she could do was nod against his shoulder and whimper, moaning when his hand moved between them to play with her clit again. ‘Still all swollen and sensitive for Daddy, good girl…Daddy likes playing with you, loves playing the horsey game with his little girl.’

She was just getting used to the sensations, the building tingles deep in her tummy, the little touches of Daddy’s hands on her body. He tilted her back gently, causing her to lean slightly away from him so he could in turn lean forward to lick and suck nipples, which had the unexpected effect of making her buck against him. His mouth felt so hot and wet around her sensitive nipples, the special kisses sending even more tingles down to her tummy. Somehow, Daddy had found just the right angle so that when she bucked and arched under his mouth his cock would rub deep inside her and make the tingles grow in waves. Daddy must have liked it too, because he sucked at her nipples harder, wanting her little cunny to spasm around his cock. When her moans became louder, he lifted his head from her nipple and kissed his way up to her neck to whisper in her ear again.

‘Are you ready for the last part of your lesson, Babydoll? Daddy is going to teach you to ride a little faster now, okay, Sweetie?’ She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, unable to speak as she felt Daddy’s hands on her waist, lifting her slightly and then pulling her back down, beginning to move her up and down his cock. Her sweet gasps and moans soon turned into cries as Daddy lifted her higher, and pulled her down while thrusting up into her, bouncing her on his cock steadily and bottoming out deep inside her each time. He growled as he fucked her, wanting her to feel every inch, making her ride his thick cock, taking her over and over again…and his sweet little Babydoll moaned and trembled for him with every thrust.

She was still stretched tight around him, but he had another kind of stretching he wanted her to feel. He paused just long enough to lift each of her shaky legs up onto the armrests of the chair; she was too weak and lost in the fog of pleasure to do it herself, and he rather enjoyed positioning her for what would come next. It had the effect of stretching her legs out wide so she was nearly doing the splits, with his cock buried deep inside her. This lifted her up just enough that he had enough room to thrust into her properly, and after gathering her against his chest, so her soft breasts rubbed against him, he made two, three, four slow, experimental thrusts into her pussy, ensuring he could still fill her fully.

‘I hope you’re ready for this, little girl,’ was all he said before he began pounding his cock up into her pussy, his arms holding her tightly in place while she cried out at the sheer pleasure of his cock rubbing inside her, fucking her open, stretching her little cunny more than ever. The tingles were unbearable now, Daddy’s cock touching places inside her that made her feel as though she was on fire. And she wordlessly begged him for more, her pussy spasming lightly at first, then gripping Daddy’s cock tighter and tighter and the tingling in her tummy built even more.

‘Are you enjoying your horsey ride?’ he asked her between thrusts. ‘Do you like how the horsey touches you, Babydoll? Love playing horsey with Daddy…I can feel how much you love it, your little cunny is going to cum for me, you’re so close, so close, Babydoll…Cum for Daddy, cum on Daddy’s cock…cum while you ride the horsey, be Daddy’s good girl and cum…’ The tingles had grown into a pulsing heat inside her, and at Daddy’s words the heat seemed to burst inside her, pleasure rushing through all of her sensitive places, making her cry out into Daddy’s shoulder, her entire body trembling as her pussy spasmed hard on the still thrusting cock. ‘Good girl, keep cumming, that’s it, keep cumming for Daddy…Daddy’s not done fucking you yet, Babygirl…’ The pleasure built again, crashing through her and her cries betrayed the near agony of the sensation. She was helpless in his arms, her pussy now so sensitive that every thrust of that thick cock sent a wave of tingling heat through her again, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around him.

‘That’s it, Babydoll, oh you have no idea how good that feels to Daddy, such a good girl…Daddy has a reward for you…for being…so attentive…and obedient…’ his thrusts were becoming less rhythmic and more forceful, just as her orgasm began to abate and the fog lifted just enough that she could feel and hear how much Daddy was enjoying her. His cock seemed to swell even more, which made her shiver and whimper against him again, and then with a growl Daddy shoved his cock as deep into her as ever and held her tight, shooting stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her. She gasped, another smaller but still almost painfully pleasurable orgasm overtook her at the sensation of his cum splashing against her cervix, filling her so full that it began to leak out around his cock. He gave a few more gentler thrusts into her pussy before lifting her legs off of the armrests to allow her to sit in his lap again, curled against his chest.

They stayed like this, his cock buried inside her, holding most of his cum in her thoroughly-fucked pussy, arms wrapped around each other, the occasional soft kiss given and received, his fingers stroking over her hair, until their heartbeats had calmed once more. ‘Are you ready to go inside, Babygirl, and have a nice bath with Daddy?’ he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She gave a soft, contented sigh. ‘Yes please, Daddy. I feel all sticky.’ He chuckled softly and helped her lift off of his lap, catching her wrist as she stepped towards the cottage.

‘First give horsey a kiss and say thank you for the riding lesson, Babygirl,’ he commanded gently, the half-smile back in fine form. She blushed again, but happily bent to press a kiss to the tip of Daddy’s cock, sweet and soft.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered, looking up into his eyes, ‘for teaching me to ride, Daddy.’

[ickytreats]

Could I get an order of big bro and lil sis playing just the tip? They’d been snuggling for a bit and started making out with groping. She palms his cock through his sweatpants and he moans. She keeps rubbing him while he palms her pussy. When he pulls his cock out she gulps and asks if he can be gentle. He reassures her that he’ll ease her into it. They decide on just the tip as he rubs his cock along her pussy lips and she hitched her breath. As he slides the tip in he loses control and just shoves the whole thing in at once and she lets out a whimper and tears form in her eyes. She whines “You jerk!” He groans and wipes her tears while thrusting “Oh sweet baby I’m so sorry! You’re just so tight and feel so good! I can’t help it!” He fucks her rough with soft kisses and whimpering “I love you” with every thrust. Praising her for having such a tight pussy and taking him to the brim. He calls her his baby angel and lathers her with praise while she blushes and kisses him. After they cum together they go back to snuggling as lil sis thanks him.~🫠(Rex)

I totally forgot I was into the idea of someone just suddenly pushing in and the other person needing to take it all. So reading this request actually gave me a reaction 😭 like omg it's so good. Like I almost didn't wanna write more I wanted more

Snuggling with big bro just having a normal cuddle session when things get a little needy. I can't help but want his attention so I start giving him small kisses all over his face and neck. Until I feel his hand in my hair, he turns to me, and actually kisses me on the lips. Holding me in place as we giggle and make out. I can't help but start to squirm against him. Getting him hard, gasping softly when I feel it, and of course I need to touch.

A shy hand finding my big brothers bulge and touching it through his sweats. Flustered but loving the feeling of how hard he is. He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a deep moan. Going straight to my core as I let out a whimper. He's kissing my neck now, a hand still in my hair, and the other making it way down my body. Squeezing my tits for a minute then getting to my cunt. Another soft gasp leaves me when he palms my cunt. I can feel him smile against me when his fingers drag over the wet fabric.

After what seems like forever of us palming each other he pulls away. Panting he softly pulls his sweats down. Exposing his hard, ready cock, and my breath hitches. It's okay, you can handle it... He coos softly as he pulls my own shorts down. Wait...wait be nice, please big bro? I can't help but whimper as my heartbeat speeds up. He's so big and I don't know if I can take it. He climbs on top of me and holds me close. I'll be nice, just the tip baby sis... I'll be gentle, he moans softly as he starts to drag his cock through my folds. Getting it nice and wet as he kisses my forehead. Gentle, I stutter through harsh breaths and breathy moans.

He nods and tilts my head up to kiss me. He's panting and now slowly pressing the tip into me. I whimper softly at the small stretch. I feel a hand in my hair and the other close to my neck. Suddenly I let out a loud cry, so full, stretched, and painfully good. Big brothers hips against mine as he lets out a loud moans. My body starts to shake and I feel tears drop as I dig my nails into him. You bitch! He had pushed in more than just the tip, his whole length inside me. I'm sorry baby sis...you just felt so good. He pants and fucks me the hand on my neck coming up and wiping my face.

I know sweetie but it will get better, he whispers and kisses my face. Such a good little sister...fuck, he groans as my cunt is so tight around him. Almost overstimulating as he keeps driving in and out of me. I sound like a broken record just whining for my big bro as I hold onto him. Seeing stars as he fucks me and I feel that pressure building. I love you so much, he lets out a breathy moan as he pushes his head into my neck. Somehow going deeper into my cunt, my eyes roll back, I dig my nails into his back, and sniffle. Love you too, I whimper as he hits that spot over and over. Cum with me, precious girl...you can do it. Big brother coos but then a sharp moan leaves him when I cum. Tightening around him even more getting him to cum with me. Filling me up with his cum as we hold each other.

Thank you, I say in the smallest whimper ever when he stops. He pulls away a little to look at me, smiles, and leans in for a small peck. When he pulls away I can't help but thank him again all hazy. He laugh softly this time, too cute. He stays inside me as he fixes our position to cuddle. My hands in his hair now as I feel him softly touching my sides.

[pr3tt1est-bby-b0y]

I love my dad. I love him even more when he's drunk and needy. He never likes to admit it especially when he's sober but I know what he wants.

I see the way he looks at me when we go swimming. The way he breathes me in and holds me too tight when we hug. The way he needs to readjust himself when we sit on the couch together.

He needs me and I need him. Which is why I'm never surprised when he drunkenly clambers into my bed. He presses his crotch against me and kisses the back of my head.

It never goes any further than a few pathetic humps before he turns away from me and falls asleep.

Tonight things are different though. I need him to know I love him like he loves me. This time when he rolls onto his back I turn towards him. Just to lie on his chest. Just to scratch his stomach.

He is so hairy and so strong. He's everything I could ever hope to be when I grow up. The smell of his sweat mixed with beer and god only knows what else makes my boycunt throb. I can't stop myself from reaching down and squeezing his soft cock.

He lets out some half-assed attempt at a protest that I can't help but hear as encouragement. I continue to rub his cock through his boxers. He grabs me but not hard enough to stop me.

He's mumbling stuff about how this isn't good or whatever. For a drunk old man, he's getting hard pretty quickly. I thought it was supposed to be tough to get hard while drunk?

That must mean I'm being a good son. That's all I want y'know? I just want to be good for Dad. So despite the pleading, I continue. I mean he's so much bigger than me if he really wanted me to stop he would stop me right? Right. He's so hard now. I need to see it. I start to pull his boxers down and he's telling me to stop but he lifts his hips to help me.

When his cock finally springs free he moans as it slaps against his stomach. I can't believe how big he is. I wonder if my cock will ever look like his. I can hardly fit my hand around it but that doesn't stop me from wanting him to pound it into me.

I am so unbelievably wet for him. It's running down my thighs and soaking the bed beneath me. I need it now. I stop stroking him so I can position myself above his cock.

I've never done this before but my big brother has shown me lots of videos and it looks easy enough. His pleading sounds more like moaning. He's begging me to get off but he's pulling me further onto his huge cock.

Maybe a bit too quickly. God, it feels like he might split me in two but the stretch feels so good. He's still telling me how bad this is but if he thinks it's bad why is he gripping my hips and grinding his cock as deep into my tight little boycunt as he can?

If it's so terrible why is he now lifting me up and down on his cock? Why can I feel him twitch inside of me? I love him so much and I love feeling how much he loves me.

I always knew I was his favorite. It doesn't take him long to give in to the feeling. He's now pounding into my pussy.

I can hardly think his cock feels so amazing inside of me. The sound of my sloppy wet cunt is almost embarrassing. I catch myself thinking of my brother. His room is right next to mine. Can he hear it? Does he like it? I hope so.

The thought of him listening to our dad pound my boypussy is what sends me over the edge. I've never felt anything like this. My mind goes completely blank as I go limp on his chest. He holds me close and fucks me until he cums deep inside of me. Feeling his cock twitching inside of me is enough to force another orgasm out of me.

He continues to rut into me until his cock gets soft. When I finally get off of him he pulls me close and kisses my head. He tells me how much he loves me and I know I don't have to say anything back because I proved how much I love him.