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Bedtime Snack

Halfway through my sleep, I jolted awake to the warm, naked body snuggled up at my side, pointy nipples pressed in my chest while a cold hand wrapped itself around my flaccid cock, stroking very slowly up and down in a very anticipating pace.

Shrouded in darkness, my semi-conscious, half-drunk state of mind rendered my life decision half-good at best. All I could make out (with my sense of touch), was that it was likely one of my students, whom had somehow snuck into my room and gotten this close to me, a proximity that could official end my career right there and then.

Making ‘good’ use of my alcohol-induced vulnerability, the sensual handjob got me hard as a rock, before she peeled the sheets away to expose my bottom-half, naked body to the air-conditioning.

(I whispered weakly) ‘whoever that is.. ahhh.. you shouldn’t be.. ahhh.. ‘

By the time I gave her a verbal warning, she had disappeared from my side, to take up a position that I was all too familiar with. I couldn’t help but let a sigh escape, when a pair of soft lips sealed the small head away from the cold, followed by an unhurried descend down my shaft to moisturise every inch that her mouth could reach.

In the midst of the mind-blowing blowjob I was receiving, my frantic, grasping hands ran down her toned back, boney ribs, small boobs, and they all felt so ‘young’, except for the moans she made when I rolled those perky nipples in my fingers.

After five minutes or so, she laid on her back next to me and brought one of my hands to her pussy, where I worked on her clit while she continued jerking me off. Apart from the loud breaths, deep sighs, and noisy ruffling of the bed, everything was so wrongfully right.

With our energy diffusing into the air through mutual gratification, we silently wanted to do something ‘more’.

She first rolled onto her side towards me, then carefully sliding herself over my body while keeping our privates perfectly lined up. The scariest moment came when she parted her legs for my cock to flip right between, short of a tiny jerk that would slip her wet hole over my throbbing erection.

(She moaned softly) ‘Nghhh! Big! Daddy.. ‘

‘Does it hurt?’

‘Yes.. hurts so.. so good.. ‘

I held both her thighs at my hips and rolled ourselves over, weighing her down with what we were about to do. In a slow, controlled manner, I eased my hips back and forth, spreading her juices along the inner lining until her shoulders relaxed. I then began moving at a faster pace, listening closely to the slurping noises that was took some time to go away.

Tight, as she was, the copious amount of lubrication leaking out of her made every thrust so fulfilling and satisfying. Like she had moaned into my ear, I was stretching her wide, and deep. I could tell from the way she asked for ‘more’, I was fueling her cravings similar to an addict getting her fix.

She was soon holding her own calves up in the air, giving me the all the space I needed to pound her hard and deep. I knew she was about to achieve climax when I had to pull all the stops when her vagina collapsed on me, transiting seamlessly from a throbbing sensation, to a clenching motion that I thought was suffocating my cock.

After that first orgasm, the sex was no longer the same, having to plow through that gripping, unrelentless vacuum of her pussy that was still delivering endorphins with just my mere presence inside of her.

(She whispered loudly) ‘DADDY! I’M COMING AGAIN! COME WITH ME!’

It was at that moment I knew I couldn’t go through another of her climax, since she could easily pop my champagne. I gave her another few hard, forceful thrusts before yanking myself anticlimactic-ally out of her, only to watch her swing her upper body upright, catching my cock with her mouth to suck on it while she fingered herself.

I was on one knee when a sudden rush of adrenaline caused me to lose my balance, falling backwards into the pillows where her mouth followed me to. Quickly changing her seated position to a doggystyle stance, she did a heart-wrenching, deep-throat-gagging move that I thought was accidental.

Instead of pulling away, she kept her face buried and only bobbed her head enough to stimulate the tip of my cock with the back of her throat. That killer move, took everything out of me at an instant and triggered a full-on, uninhibited eruption into her mouth.

Choking noises, combined with painful-sounding sniffles, worried me enough to flip all the light switches on. And boy did my heart ache, when I saw Kylie’s cum-tear-snot-covered face.

Though, she was still smiling amidst the mess she was in.

‘DADDY!’

I caught her in my arms and held her for as long as I could, doing my best to ignore her hands that were playfully massaging my expended dick.

(I replied) ‘Aren’t you supposed to be in bed with your friends?’

‘I couldn’t sleep without my night-time snack.’

The next few minutes of us lying in bed gave her more than enough time for me to get hard again. This time, having made sure of her identity, I had an easier time satisfying my little girl from the bathtub, to the balcony, keeping the mess within the confines of her petite, growing, little body.

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Incestuous Entanglement

‘Don’t remove the blindfold ah Daddy! Not until we are in the room.’

‘Ok ok. I’m listening to you.’

To think that our two children have taken time to plan our 30th anniversary celebration for us, they certainly touched me at a spot I have not felt in a long time.

It was after dinner that they decided to blindfold us, first leading mummy off before Stephy took me. After five minutes of walking, we finally entered the room where nice, soft carpet caressed my soles, and the chatter of my family filled my ears like music.

(Jordan saying) ‘Daddy! Say Ahhh. I’ve got something good for mummy.’

A pill I suspected was Viagra landed on my tongue and I swallowed it with a sip of water, without so much a doubt about it. I was just overwhelmed by how far they have planned, even right up to the part mummy and I gets intimate.

I remained standing as I felt ropes getting tightened around my wrists, which didn’t cause any alarms since I was still fully dressed. They kept surprising me until they informed us of their departure, followed by the lights going out and a loud click of the door.

‘Dear?’

‘Yes.. I’m here for you.’

‘All mine?’

‘Yes baby.. ‘

The moment that I’ve been waiting for finally came when she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and took them off along with my underwear. Even without doing much, it seemed like it was just yesterday that we fell in love.

Guided by her caring hands, I climbed into bed and let her sit me down where she wanted, so she could do anything she wished. It was hard to ask for more when I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, gliding up and down steadily before she fondled my balls with her other hand. I have to admit that that was one handjob to put me in my place no matter how bad my day, or life, went.

That night, she really took her time as she discovered me once again, sticking a finger as far up as my anus as she could to resuscitate the extra-hard erection that was already motivated by the pill Stephy gave.

What she did next only drove me crazier. Her mouth found its way down my cock and that was the last light it ever saw. Somehow, she was reaching deeper than I ever felt, and that kept me from catching my breaths. Her tongue, lips, tonsils, all worked in harmony to simulate the hole I couldn’t wait to get inside of.

It was hard to imagine a man like me, a father of two, to be thrashing around in agony, squirming in desperation, and begging for mercy. Not only did she not relent, she made sure that I was totally exhausted when she was done.

(She asked excitedly) ‘Ready for me now honey?’

‘No.. let me rest for a.. wait.. please.. ‘

No time was wasted once she climbed over my waist. She literally stuffed my cock into her pussy and rode me like mad. It was that pleasurable-fucked-up feeling where the sensitive top part of my shaft rub against her sensitive underside of her vagina. We were just bawling in the alternating waves of frustration and ecstacy.

It was that one time I helped her keep my hands down (above my head) so I wouldn’t ruin her fun. That strangely energetic woman just kept bouncing and grinding until she came twice, which by then I had no strength to even groan.

Once I was worn out beyond my limits, she dismounted my Viagra-pumped cock and made me slip my hands under my feet, so they would still be useless to stop her. Off the bed I went and it didn’t take me long to know that I would be fucking her in doggystyle. Her ass has already found its way in front of my dick, and her icy cold fingers had brought me ‘home.’

‘I’ll start now.. ‘

‘Oh yes please baby. I want you to ram me till I faint.’

I took my shot at that and jerked my hips fiercely, ramming that man-pipe so fast and deep that she went hysterical, complimenting on the new depth I was hitting. She had gotten so wet and slippery that I was moving past beyond our previous records. My mind was focused on tearing my way into her gasping pussy, and my body was so ego-boosted that it felt no tiredness.

It was pure lust and sex in that fateful moment, transcending us to new heights we never achieved before. She was still frantically clawing at sheets, while I was crazily slamming my hips against hers.

‘I’m cumming dear. I can feel it building up!’

‘Wait wait! I’ll roll over.’

I sensed her head going under me and I did a half-squat to better match her height, and carried on thrusting my cock, in another hole this time.

Two minutes was all I could endure before burying my balls into her face, sliding my shaft so deep down her throat that never stopped squeezing around me. I slowly retracted my choker as I came, lining her mouth with cum she just couldn’t get enough of.

When she was about to suck me unconscious, I tumbled backwards and landed on the floor, catching a giggle that ended sharply. Having done the deed and came harder than I ever did, it was time to pay some much needed attention to my wife.

I brought both my hands to the front (passing my feet over them) and raised the blindfolds.

They were still there, those two kids.

Why are they naked?

Why is mummy blindfolded?

Why is Stephy lying on her back, head hanging over the edge like mummy?

Why is Jordan in mummy’s bed?

Which bed was I at earlier?

(Stephy calling out) ‘Daddy.. you are the best.. really.. ‘

(Jordan crawling to mummy) ‘And mummy, you didn’t disappoint.’

‘Didn’t disappoint.. ‘

Did I just, did I just fucked my own daughter?

Did Jordan have sex with mummy?

How.. how did it..

My mind broke. I broke. The thing I last saw, was Stephy climbing over my cock, and screamed. Screams that I can never forget what came with it.

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Dad’s Prize

(In Don’s drunken voice) ‘Ohhh.. that feels so good.. go a little gentler. Yeah.. that’s right.. ‘

Emily loosened her grip on his cock and continued pumping, utilising whatever little saliva she had to keep her father in a good mood. Being his only family since mum left them, he had put himself up for the tough job of fulfilling all the duties of parents, constantly tending to her every need at any time.

Unlike fairy tales, things only got more stressful when she entered a junior college, marking the start of a mad rush to accumulate her university fees. It was that night that Emily encountered, for the first time, the drunken stupor of her always-up-for-everything father.

Influenced by porn and sketchy peers, her curiosity about ‘incest’ soon caught up with her, and a semi-conscious figure of authority provided no better chance for her to live out her fantasy.

‘ARGHH.. if you keep going.. I’m going to.. Can you use your mouth dear?’

A part of Emily turned fearful, but the other was afraid he would never ask. Clearing her throat of any phlegm, she laid her chest on the space between his opened feet and took the tip in. The hint of saltiness somewhat made him a little more ‘appetising’, giving her the motivation to take more of him bit by bit.

‘OH YES! OH FUCK! Keep going. Go deeper baby.. ‘

As a former anorexic, she had long lost her gag reflex. That very ‘skill’ was put to good use again, as she took that dick, almost as long as her hand, down her throat. The more she sucked on him, the further her mind wandered. Scenes where long, white American dick penetrated small figured girls replayed in her head, groaning and frequently screaming to their size.

‘Mmmm.. ‘

‘That. felt. so.. good baby. That’s enough.’

Was it? Emily disappeared into her room for that one condom her friends gave to her as a gag gift, finally presented with the opportunity to use it. She capped her dad on, and proceeded to lower herself over it, aided by some saliva she applied with her fingers.

‘TIGHT TIGHT! It’s too tight! STAY! Stay still for a while.. ‘

That advice couldn’t come at a better time seeing how much discomfort she was going through, and that pause gave her vagina time to loosen up.

Hearing no more sound from dad, she carefully rocked her hips back and forth, like she had seen on porn. True enough, he started groaning again and this time, had his big hands on her small waist. Guiding her along the way, they exploded into a sexual frenzy when he suddenly sat upright, using the smoothness of his sheets to glide his butt in the direction of his little girl’s cunt.

In and out he went, plummeting her into orgasms as his cock rammed its full length into her. Shortly after, he went onto his knees and hammered her vertically downward, hitting that sweet spot of hers so rapidly she began squirting to her own surprise. He literally nailed her by her oversensitive G-spot she read so much about.

‘Come! On your knees!’

Although he had given the command, his patience got the better of him and he ended up shifting her into the doggy style he asked for. Slamming his meat between her buns again, he unleashed those years of faithfulness, minus the times he might have jerked himself off.

As for Emily, who was getting fucked mindless, the two fistful of bedsheets did little to express the craziness she was going through. Orgasms after orgasms, his thick cock seemed to be ever determined. She knew that for a fact, it was a matter of time before she would faint to his violent demise.

‘BABY! I’M CUMMING! HERE I CUM!’

The hardest, most painful jabs stretched her vagina inward so thinly that she could feel every spurt of his cum, ballooning the condom in every direction. It was warmer than anything she had inside her, and also satisfying in an indescribable way.

Just like how he sat up, he collapsed into bed after he delivered his load. Emily was all that was left to help him remove the condom, that was filled beyond her imagination.

Hmm.. how would daddy taste like?

For a good or bad reason, Emily would go on to use that little sachet (of cum) as leverage – to let him allow her to do as she pleases to please him (and also herself).

A fuckin’ win-win.

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Daddy’s Love

‘Ashlyn?’

‘Jason?’

‘Yeah.’

Lying on the bed in front of him was his sugar baby, the one he had spent weeks talking to, assessing her potential for someone being able to keep secrets, be discreet, and provide more company than sex. Over their brief encounter (online), she has proven herself to be up-to-date about current affairs, in more fields than he required her to know.

Dressed in a black, see-through dress that was designed only for closed-door activities, she had spiced up his mood with a mardi gras mask that obscured her eyes. His keycard, was more than enough for her to know that he IS the one she had been talking to.

After he made away with all his clothes, ‘Jason’, an alias he used to hide his identity, climbed into bed like a tiger, holding himself up above the seductive contours of the young, nineteen year old.

Before he even touched her, her hands had found their way to his growing loin, twerking erratically to the sight of this wonderful introduction. Long, graceful strokes up and down his shaft, made him the one who was restrained by excitement.

‘Let’s put you on the bed. I’m going to make out with him first.’

They exchanged places in seconds and his eyes were given a treat to the luscious lips gliding down his shaft, blowing his mind into pieces along the way. Using the tip of her tongue, she made sure she took too long circling around the head of his cock, a size she could barely wrap her fingers around.

Beauty, versus beast.

Very lovingly, she displayed every trick she knew up her sleeves, from licking the sides, tasting every corner, teasing each sensitive part, to jerking him till she pushed him to the edge. All that, was exactly what he would be paying for, even without her seeing a single inch of his body.

‘Are you ready for the home run?’

‘Always.’

The sweet, thoughtful, young girl then got into the missionary position with his help and let him tower over her, guiding his exasperated manhood right into the heavenly gateway of her pussy. At the start, she was squirming quite a fair bit due to pain, seemingly normal when a forty-five year old man penetrated a nineteen.

Her suffering ended once he started sliding his cock easily into her lubricated pleasure hole, each thrust getting more vigorous when she got crazily wet. The duo was literally going all out in that single position, though her legs were held in numerous angles.

With both legs spreading eagle, she was screaming for her life. With one leg in the air, he was grunting like a bear. With both knees up against her chest, they, were begging for each other to go easy. Her dress had gotten so dishevelled by the time they moved to an empty wall, that he simply ripped them apart for the sake of comfort.

Held against the wall with her hands wrapped around his neck, he kept both her knees over his arms as he swung his hips onto hers. She was back to screaming for him to be gentle when he had accidentally found her G-spot, and continously hit that spot.

In mere minutes, she was drifting in and out of consciousness from the bombardment of sex, occasionally smiling weakly to assure him of her enjoyment.

As for Jason, he had been pushing her pelvis together for an explosive ending.

‘Ashie.. It’s ending.. Where would you.. ‘

‘Where WOULD you?’

‘Inside.’

‘We can get the morning after, then the pill, just for you.’

He carefully placed her back onto the floor, so he could bend her over the bed, and claim his ‘sugar’ in doggy. Just as he pounded her from behind with his last remaining burst of strength, he flipped her mask off, still yet to see how she really looked like.

He already had given her figure 10 out of 10, so how would her face disappoint him right? Both of them made their last grasps for the bedsheets as he unleashed his pent up sexual rage into her pussy, slamming her so hard the bed would move if it was any lighter.

In the minute of violent, forceful, merciless, to-the-moon-and-back spat of sexual expression, he hugged her tightly from behind as his soldiers broke into the house of womanhood, flooding her to the point excess leaked out like a broken tap.

‘Good, huh?’

‘Yeah.. Shit.. ‘

He was deaf to that ‘S’ word until he finally caught his breath, only to see her running (back facing him) into the toilet. Soft sobbing sounds then came from within, after loud pee-splashes were heard.

Peeping into the bathroom to see what she was up to, her long hair had still kept him from seeing her face.

‘Ashlyn? Are you.. ‘

‘DAD!’

Horror flushed the blood out of his retracting erection when she raised her head to look at him. It was..

His own daughter.

‘I recognised the scar on your arm. I gave it to you!’

The three-inches long scar, that never went away, meant a huge deal to him since it was ‘given’ to him by his little girl, when she played with a kitchen knife. Instead of scolding her, he only loved her harder, so much harder than her mum.

(Jason saying) ‘I’m sorry dear.. I shouldn’t have done this.. ‘

‘NO! It’s me! You have done everything you can for the family. And I wouldn’t rat you out even if I know you did this. It’s me! I disappointed you!’

As tears built up in the burly man of the house, she ran into his arms to stop him from being sorry for what she has done. That night, they spent the night consoling each other, after he made up a cover story they would tell everyone who might ask.

Being the man of the house, he stayed awake until his girl was asleep, before crashing on the other side of the bed. Halfway though the night, the guilt-filled poly student then spooned him for comfort, only to have her hand wriggle into her dad’s pants to repay him for all the sacrifices he had made for the family.

It was still, morning after, then the pill, for the secret that would get bigger once they realised how much they wanted each other (after that night). The only difference, would be that they could now do it in their own house.

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Playing Ground 3

Incest alert! Written from the POV of a daughter.

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When I woke up the next morning, besides soaked shorts, I was trying to make sense of what happened last night, if it was real. My face was surprising smooth, without so much a hint of cum, and everything just seemed like a dream. Still, I was glad I have such dreams, even though it might not be real.

After I changed into a new pair of shorts, I went to the kitchen where my old man was plating bacon, in the nude.

‘Good morning sunshine.’

Don’t tell me! I ran up to him for a hug and more importantly, to feel his flaccid dong pressing against my groin. For fuck’s sake did I change my shorts? Right? I stripped my bottoms off and he managed to stop me before I removed my shirt, since we were in front of the window where neighbours might be looking into.

We brought breakfast to my bed and he placed my plate on the pillow, before making me bend over to eat it, like a bitch. I couldn’t think beyond having him admire my body in that position and got right into it, taking small bites as he sat naked behind my butt.

The instant he grabbed my ass cheeks to eat that oyster between my pussy, I could feel myself getting wet for him. In my blanking mind, I quickly ate up as he ate me, squirming to his delightful smacks on my proudly cute butt. In all, he managed to give me an orgasm before I was done.

For his breakfast, he took a seat on my computer chair and began eating his food, after requesting me to do the same, but on the floor. I sucked on my favourite dick again for the third time in two days, licking him clean of any leftovers I might have missed last night.

Making him groan as he chewed, it sure pleased me to see him so vulnerable in his little girl’s hand, or mouth. We didn’t spend too much time on food and finished doing the dishes as fast as we could, before going back to my comfortable bed for whatever came next.

You could say I was astonished and shocked when he placed me on the bed like a baby, but tied my knees together with a belt. Happening so quickly, I found my knees perched against my chest, as he adjusted himself right below my groin.

Rendered impossible to reach him in that position, I helplessly let him jab his cock into my pussy, giving me no chance to prepare myself when he sank that whole eight inches into me. Believe it or not, I would be screaming for the whole neighbourhood to hear if not for his hand over my mouth, silencing my moans as he thrusted his hips.

Regret? Pleasure? Guilt? Shame? I didn’t know what was I feeling when he plunged me into darkness, overwhelming every nook and cranny that sent electrifying shocks throughout my body. In his eyes, I saw love, and shame, things I understood with all these happening to us.

After five minutes of violent sex, he suddenly fell backwards onto his bum and started sobbing, to my dismay for disrupting the ongoing waves of orgasms I was fainting to. It was the first time I saw him cry, and to be honest, I felt guilty for putting him in such a state.

I got out of the bondage and straightened his legs, before prying his hands away to show his face covered in wet trails across his cheeks.

‘Daddy. I’m sorry.’

(In his sobbing voice) ‘It’s not you. It’s definitely not you.’

The pulsating clit was still bugging me then, and I straddled over his lap, and onto his cock that has shrunk an inch or two. I hugged his face in my chest as I rocked my hips slowly, grinding him for my pleasure, though at his expense.

I ended up squatting and fucking his fully grown cock after he felt better with a kiss, and we did the rest of the work in that position.

(In his stuffy tone) ‘Girl? Daddy’s cumming. Daddy’s cumming!’

(As I groaned) ‘OH FUCK YES! CUM INSIDE ME DADDY!’

I rode him till I felt a gush of cum flood my lady parts, pumping life into the life he made with mummy, for goodness sake. He couldn’t wait to set me down and pulled out of me once everything calmed down, looking even more confused to what we just did.

‘Daddy? Let’s get dressed.’

‘Where to?’

‘Morning after.’

‘Right.’

Rightfully wrong.

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