Stella's Incest Urges Ch. 02

---Authors note--- I had to split this story up into parts, and alarmingly I noticed this part is ALL PLOT and NO SEX which is very distressing to me and I understand if you want to skip it. I would. Sex does return in Part 4 which is hopefully the end because boy, is this getting long or what? ---- --- The next morning --- Saturday ---- Nate ---- Thank god we were at mine. I dabbed at my face in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to at least clean some of the blood off. If Russell saw this we'd have a homicide on our hands. I swallowed and winced as I applied arnica- which was probably total bullshit and did nothing but despite my notoriety for constantly being covered in scrapes and bruises, this was kind of a new one and I didn't know what to do. I glanced up as I heard the door creak open and Darius stumbled in. "Fuck, my head." He moaned. He reached for me and blinked as we caught each other's eyes in the mirror. My heart rate sped up. He paused. His jaw

Whether it was Shelly's increasing expertise at pleasuring her grandfather with her mouth, or the heightened eroticism from Katlyn watching, Shelly was swiftly rewarded for her act. As her fingers caressed his taut scrotum and she bobbed her head in a smooth rhythmic manner she felt the grip of her grandfather's hand on her head suddenly increase as he tensed with an orgasm. Lawrence gave an abrupt cry as his thick, hard cock, deep in his granddaughter's mouth spasmed. Shelly felt the welcome gush of warm thick ejaculate fill her mouth and tasted her grandfather's saltiness in the back of her throat. Lawrence's grip on Shelly's head relaxed and she looked up at him wanting him to see the love she had for him in her eyes. He rewarded her with a smile as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. With the scent of Katlyn's juice still on her face and the delicious familiar taste of her grandfather's come in her mouth, Shelly was deeply aroused. She had no need

This story takes a bit of time to develop and there is little sexual activity, all of which is between adults. We writers appreciate your votes and love comments so that we can improve our stories. Thank you. * Everything, it seemed, happened to me in the summer. Bad things and good things. Sometimes I was glad when fall came along, signaling summer had finally left us for good. And sometimes I wanted the summer to go on forever... First Summer In August an incoming text pinged on my phone right after I had dropped off our two kids, Zoey and Lucas, at my parents place for a long weekend. School was starting soon and they were excited to be away from home for a weekend. I pulled over and read the text. "I'm so very sorry to do this to you and the kids. Tell them I love them. I have to do this to prevent myself from ruining their lives. Good-bye, Adam. I love you." "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I swore as I dialed 9-1-1. Once the operator answered I told her I wa

Breeding the Pony Girl, Pt. 12 (This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is commonplace for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture. All characters who are enslaved or have any intimate/sexual contact with slaves are 18 years of age or older. This is fiction; no one should ever be deprived of free will, still less used sexually, without his or her uncoerced permission.) (The character of Nancy Bradford as well as her background appear courtesy of Mr.Smith27.) (Lois Spalding's Perspective) In the days after I came home from the annual Slave Expo, I thought long and hard about my own future. On the first day of the event, I had foolishly indulged my own submissiveness by appearing as Pony Girl Ginger, first as part of a slave team pulling a wagon in the parade and then acting as a "demonstrator" for the students of the new Slave Veterinary Medicine program at U.T. This involved hours of being edged while random visitors to t

Hi, I've disabled comments. This is meant to be fun and the shitty comments and trolling are tedious to say the least. Hope that you enjoy. Su got Jack's mum's mobile before he left on Sunday morning. She was happy about that; Jill was a lovely woman, tall, voluptuous and beautiful. She had been widowed six years ago. It was a great shock to her. She had concentrated on Jack; she had done an excellent job. Jack had been marvellous last night; he had taken advantage of Su's ass being lubed, then ass fucked her. He had given her three vaginal orgasms; Su couldn't believe it. In all the years' Father Peter had been ass fucking her, he had never given her one. Su had gone for the lube the following morning as she was desperate to be ass fucked again. When Jack left on Sunday morning, Su's ass and cunt were both throbbing, which had never happened before in her life. Su hated Sundays, having to listen to the Holy crap that Father Peter spoke during his Sermon.