Fictional Incest & Other Sexual Stories

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While one hand clutched the base of the vibrator, holding the object firmly, her other hand played around one side of her clitoris, making the mini-erection throb wildly though she never touched it.
The intense vibrations seemed to draw the juices from the inner walls of her vagina in a never-ceasing flood. The glue-like substance poured out of her cunt, sticking to her fingers and thighs, matting her pubic hairs. She danced around helplessly on the mattress, striving, striving, striving ...
The doorbell rang.
"Damn it!" Arlene moaned, and for several seconds she made no move to get off the bed. She merely continued to fondle her lust-aching cunt, shoving the vibrator up her passage as deep as it would go.
Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as she stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were: unbelievably intense, and she had to come. She had to.
Again the doorbell.
"Oh, damn!" she almost shouted. She rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, her brain dizzy and confused. Reluctantly, she switched off the vibrator and, pulling the slick object out of her vagina and placing it beneath her pillow, she stood up.
Her legs were shaky. She adjusted her housecoat and staggered out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the living room.
She cracked the front door open slightly, and said, "Who is it?" Her voice was hollow and annoyed.
"Ralph," came the reply.
She opened the door fully. She tried to smile. She really liked Ralph. He was so well-mannered, so polite. She wished that all of Bill's friends were like Ralph, that way she wouldn't have to worry about her son. Sometimes she had hinted to Judy that Ralph would make a good boy friend. Then there was the disquieting thing about Ralph. Ralph, Ralph, Ralph. His name seemed to sing through Arlene's mind all day long. But it wasn't his fault. He was just a bright, personable boy, and he had never done anything to encourage Arlene's perversion. Perversion? Yes, what else was it? A grown woman constantly masturbating and often thinking about the handsome sixteen-year-old Ralph as she fingered herself.
She could hardly look him in the eye as he stood in the doorway. She felt guilty. She had used the mental image of this boy while she made herself come. That was ugly, dirty, unnatural. How could she ever look Ralph in the eyes with this terrible deep secret burdening her?
"Hello, Mrs. French. I came by to borrow Bill's science textbook. I lost mine, and he said I could borrow his."
"Bill's out at a party right now," she told the boy. Then she added, gazing down at her bare feet, "But I'm sure it would be all right if you just went into his room and got it."
She stepped aside and let the smiling Ralph enter. He closed the door behind him, and Arlene felt a hot shiver in her groin. God, I'm alone in the house with Ralph!
For some reason, unclear even to herself, she followed Ralph to her son's bedroom. She trusted Ralph, and it would have been perfectly natural for her to let him go into the room unescorted. But still she stood in the doorway while the boy rummaged through Bill's drawers and closet.
Arlene realized with amazement that she was getting more aroused. Watching Ralph was turning her on, and she tried to fight it. But the mere nearness of the boy sent undeniable waves of lust through her. Several times Ralph turned to look at Arlene.
Could he tell she was aroused? she wondered. Did he know she was completely naked beneath her housecoat? Could he sense that her nipples were firm and aching? That her thighs were smeared with her own seeping passion juice? That she was deliberately contracting her vagina again and again while she watched him?
Despite her revulsion, her mind conjured up the lewd, lewd image of her and Ralph tangling naked on her son's bed. She pictured herself fucking the surprised Ralph, bucking around like some cheap gutter whore.
"No!" she gasped aloud.
"What?" Ralph asked, turning to face her.
"Nothing, oh, nothing!" she said. "I was just talking to myself." She tried to breathe normally, but she knew that Ralph had detected the shrill excitement in her voice.
She couldn't stand there any longer.
Fighting to control herself, she said, "You'll have to excuse me, Ralph. I was taking a nap when you rang the doorbell, and I'm still pretty tired. You just look until you find the book, and lock the door behind you when you leave the house."
"Okay, thanks, Mrs. French." His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her whole body.
My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?
Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to her bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly, leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.
A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size mattress, her housecoat open down the front, her hands slipping down across her belly. There was no reasoning left in her. She had to finish herself now. Right now, and it didn't matter that Ralph was still in the house.
She rubbed hotly around the edges of her cunt, her fingers dancing and fluttering as both hands worked in tandem to excite every nerve cell.
She tried to quiet her breathing, but the task was impossible. Her hot breath was coming in swift, forceful gasps, tiny moans of passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. The index finger of her right hand went into her vagina, first as deep as the middle knuckle, then all the way. She made a sweeping, stirring motion with the finger, round and round until she couldn't stand it any longer. Then she began to stroke briskly in and out while her thumb applied off-and-on pressure just below her engorged clitoris.
"Mmmm!" she purred. "Oh, mmmm, oh, oh!"
Her left hand was fanned out on her groin, two fingers spreading the top of her cunt lips wide. Then she removed that hand from her lower belly and fumbled under the pillow above her head. She extracted the vibrator, flicked it on, and brought it without hesitation to the lips of her hot, creamy cunt. She touched the rounded end to her clitoris, leaping up off the bed because of the excruciating pleasure.
She whimpered aloud. She hoped that Ralph wouldn't hear the humming of the vibrator or her hot, ceaseless moaning. She passed the vibrator from her left hand to her right. With the latter, she worked the instrument into her madly pulsating cunt. She spread her legs wide and arched off the bed again and again, laboring toward the climax which seemed so vital to her.
She lunged, hissing great sobs, perspiration beginning to shine on her body, wetting the housecoat which was open and hanging to her sides. One hand busied itself by brushing across her hot nipples, kneading the rubbery hills of her breasts, violently pushing at the sexually tingling flesh.
The vibrator droned on. And then, as she squirmed and jerked her hips in ecstatic abandon, she heard the front door open and slam, and she knew Ralph had left.

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Ralph was no fool. The minute Mrs. French had answered the doorbell, he had a pretty good idea what she'd just been up to. She was disheveled, and panting like crazy. Her eyes were hazed over. She was flushed and perspiring. And the real clincher was her hands. Her fingers were glistening and coated over with a clear, sticky substance.
Yes, Ralph guessed right away that Arlene French had been masturbating when he'd rung the bell. He decided it was going to make his seduction of the inhibited housewife a whole lot easier.
He had hardly believed it today when Bill had approached him with the plan. Bill, his best friend, wanted his services. Bill wanted his own mother seduced. Of course, Ralph knew right away that it wasn't Bill's idea. Such a wild, incredible scheme could only have been conceived by Bill's sister Judy. That beautiful young nymph. When Bill had shyly approached him with the idea, Ralph had pretended to be reluctant. But it required some pretty tough acting, because he was more than eager to fuck the beautiful, blonde, prudish mother of his best friend. He liked fucking older women, especially uptight, horny older women who craved his young cock but were ashamed to admit it. Twice he had made it with mothers of girls he had dated. Once he screwed his father's secretary. But those times were different. The fucking had been secretive. What he would try to do tonight was fuck Arlene French with her children's blessing. Of course, his intended copulation with Mrs. French wouldn't have Hal French's blessing. But he was in jail, and couldn't do a thing.
Ralph hadn't acted any differently than usual when Mrs. French had opened the door. He had noted the tell-tale signs of masturbation without giving himself away. He was polite, too polite - the way he always was around adults. He was a young prince, an angel. Maybe it was his well-bred aura that turned older women on. Or maybe it was just his body - his manly, muscular, overdeveloped physical form.
Anyway, he had long ago discovered that the adults in his middle-class community responded to him a lot better when he was overbearingly polite. So that's the way he always acted in their presence.
While he scouted Bill's room for the textbook (which he had no interest in finding and which Bill had securely hidden), he couldn't help noticing the way Arlene's breasts pushed against her housecoat. Every time he cast a glance in her direction, she was looking directly at him. But each time, she quickly, timidly shifted her glance just as soon as their eyes met. She must have been even hotter than he'd guessed she was, because she suddenly had excused herself, saying she had been interrupted in her nap and was returning to bed. No sooner had she got into her bedroom than Ralph had tiptoed down the hall to her door and listened. Soon there came harsh gasps, murmurs, groans. Then the bed creaked. Ralph supposed the humming sound was some kind of vibrator.
"Mmmm!" came a strangled sob from the bedroom.
Then Ralph walked briskly to the front door. He opened it noisily, then slammed it hard. The sound of the door crashing closed echoed thunderously. He was sure that even though Arlene was concentrating on satisfying her lust, she had heard the door open and slam. Now she would be thinking she was alone in the house.
Ralph tiptoed back to the closed door to Arlene's bedroom. He crouched and listened.
Through the door filtered the woman's hot sounds. "Mmmm! Mmmmfff! Oh, God! God, oh, oh, oh!"
The bed was creaking so loudly Ralph was mesmerized. It was almost musical, the creaking bedsprings mingling with her hot gasps and the faint buzz of what Ralph judged to be a vibrator.
His cock was surging up and out, pressing against his pants, nearly erect now. He wanted to see the woman. He wanted to get a glimpse of her face and body as she struggled toward orgasm. Should he crack the door open? Did he dare? Would she notice? Probably not. She was too excited. Besides, if she did notice, it wouldn't matter. Ralph was going to make his presence known to her soon anyway.
Slowly he reached for the door knob and turned it. Then he pushed in. A narrow crack formed through which he could see into the bedroom. But he couldn't see the bed. The door opened at the wrong angle. Then he noticed the mirror, and it was positioned perfectly. The reflected image of the masturbating Mrs. French was clear, the bedside lamp supplying just the right amount of light to cast an erotic gleam over her body.
She was certainly a sight. Her housecoat was wide open, flared beneath her like a cape, only her arms covered by the material. Her legs were drawn back against her breasts, her thighs spread apart so she had easy access to her vagina. One of her hands kneaded her breasts wildly while the other held the vibrator deep within her cunt. Her pussy juices were smeared all over her inner thighs, and the sheet beneath her was stained with her passion flow. Her movements were frantic. She rocked back and forth, doing the first third of a backward somersault again and again.
Deep gurgling groans came from within her. Then she was spitting out words, words that startled the boy who crouched in the doorway and peeked at her reflection in the mirror.

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"Oh, baby!" she blurted. "F-fff-fuck! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, Ralph, I need it! I'm going to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!"
Ralph's fully erect penis now thrust painfully within the confines of his trousers. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Mrs. French was thinking of him while she diddled. She was pretending she was fucking him. Shit, this is going to be easy! he thought.
He watched as her leg muscles made tiny spastic ripples. She groaned deeper, and he knew she was ready to get her relief. This was the perfect time for action.
He stood, shoved the door wide open and strode into the bedroom. His gait was that of a young, self-assured conqueror.

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Now that she had heard the front door slam and was convinced that Ralph was out of the house, Arlene began to fuck herself with wilder abandon. She no longer tried to muffle her outcries or to control her movements. The visit of her imagined young lover had really set the fires blazing within her body. She was building toward a climax more shattering than any she had ever experienced.
She was irrational, and she made no effort now to control herself. She didn't try to expunge the image of Ralph from her delirious mind. She welcomed it. She pretended that he hadn't left the house, that instead he had come into her bedroom and was fucking her silly.
The vibrator was tremoring relentlessly inside her incredibly drenched cunt. She became wilder and wilder, one hand playing havoc with her tingling breasts while the other anchored the massager. She brought her legs up, doubled, and pressed her knees almost against her tits. She nearly somersaulted backward. Then she began an insane, rhythmic rocking.
Words and garbled moans escaped her lips. Finally she was almost coming, and she ranted, "Oh, baby! F-fffk! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, yes, it's so wrong! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me Ralph, I need it! I'm going to come! Ralph, oh, Ralph! Fuck!"
Her legs quivered. Her stomach trembled. She was sliding toward her climax, her brain numb. And then ...
God, she thought, there's someone in the room!
Even as this ominous truth blanketed her brain, Arlene continued to writhe. Instead of immediately halting all movement, her fingering of her breasts and vagina began to taper off slowly until finally she was able to remain relatively still - the vibrator still humming deep in her vagina - and turn toward the unknown intruder.
It was Ralph. The boy she had just pretended was fucking her now stood two feet from her bed, a smoky lust in his eyes.
She should have felt rage, but she felt nothing of the sort. The blood swirled like a tornado inside her head. She wanted to faint.
She'd been caught. Caught. Caught.
A grown woman. Playing with herself. And this teen-age boy gaping down at her, staring at the vibrator that still buzzed within her vagina. God! she thought. Don't let this be real! But it was real, terribly, unchangeably real - and she felt like dying.
She had been on the verge of coming, and now her lust seemed to be frozen right on the edge of orgasm. She was neither cooling off nor getting hotter. Her clitoris went right on throbbing. But her brain would have no part of her sexual excitement. All she could think about was the ugly trauma that confronted her.
Her legs lowered and came to rest on the mattress. The vibrator slipped halfway out of her cunt, still buzzing.
She drew her thighs together, and somehow had the presence of mind to reach down and flick off the vibrator. She tore the instrument from her vagina and threw it asides if this ridiculous gesture could help make things right again. She began buttoning her housecoat, hardly realizing what she was doing, putting the top button in the wrong hole.
He stood over her, a partial smile on his lips.
Arlene's thoughts had no consistency, they merely floated around in her brain. She felt only shock and guilt and distress. A horrible, creeping shame swept over her. It was worse than a nightmare.
She finally managed to fit the last button into a buttonhole. Her housecoat was uneven, but at least it was on - at least Ralph couldn't stare at her depraved nudity any more.
She looked away from the boy, her eyes open and fixed on the ceiling. If she remained perfectly still, if she said nothing, perhaps he would slip out of the room and go away. Perhaps he would leave her alone to suffer.
This hope was quickly shattered.
"Were you having a good time, Mrs. French?" His voice was cocky, assured, so unlike the normally polite tones he used.

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Tears of shame and humiliation formed in her eyes. She threw the top sheet over her to give her still another shield against his stare.
When she failed to answer, he said, "Must be real lonely with your husband in jail, huh, Mrs. French?"
"Ralph, don't! Please, don't!" His words were cruel, terribly cruel. Surely this wasn't the same mannerly boy she thought so highly of.
"Want me to get in bed with you?" he asked coyly.
"No!" she sobbed. "No! No! No! Please get out!"
"If I get out, you'll just finish what you started. Would you rather make love to that vibrator or to me?"
His words stung her. "I ... I could never make love to you," she whispered. "You must leave!"
He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes.
"No!" she screamed, suddenly aware of what his intentions were.
He wanted to fuck her.
Before she realized what was happening he had wormed his hand beneath the sheet and between two buttons of her housecoat. Without hesitation, he shoved a finger up into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, no!" she cried. Her hand gripped his wrist firmly, trying to pull him away. Her thighs remained locked together, and this only served to imprison the finger she was struggling to expel.
She sobbed in frustration. He was so strong. And now he was wiggling his finger around in her vagina. And it felt good. Oh, damn, don't let it feel good! she thought.
"Get away! Get out, damn you!" she screeched.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he breathed, leaning over her and pressing his lips to hers.
She kept her mouth tightly closed, refusing to have anything to do with the kiss. Waves of shock continued to engulf her, but she couldn't deny that his probing finger was reawakening the explosive lust she had felt when he entered the room. She had to stop him. He was going to make her come. She had to make him leave.
His mouth still pressed to hers. Involuntarily she uttered a hot gasp, and her lips parted slightly. He took the opportunity to lick his tongue across her straight white teeth.
Then his thumb was up against her clitoris, and she couldn't prevent herself from lunging with her hips. Her thighs opened slightly.
"Please don't!" she begged. "Please, please, please, please, please don't!"
When she was finished with her plea, her mouth remained open. She couldn't help herself. He wedged his tongue into her mouth, and her tongue tasted his.
"No!" she mumbled. "Nnnooooo!"
Her legs shot wide apart, acting without any instructions from her brain. She realized he was unbuttoning her housecoat, and she didn't stop him. Then his hand left her cunt and he quickly stripped his clothes away, heaving the garments carelessly onto the floor.
She was horrified. This was going too far.
"Oh, no! No you mustn't!" But she watched him disrobe, and when his huge young cock was unveiled, she gasped. It was bigger than her husband's. Much bigger. It was even bigger than she had imagined in her hot fantasies.
Then he was naked and he pulled the sheet off her body. Her housecoat was open now, showing her flawless breasts, her vagina wet and slippery, the cunt hairs gathered into unnatural sticky curls.
Her mind froze. Suddenly he was over her, his cock held in one hand, aimed at her vagina.
A dizziness clutched her mind. She couldn't let him. She'd never let anyone except her husband. It was wrong, dirty, perverted, and her clitoris was throbbing like crazy.
What's wrong with me? Those same haunting words jolted her mind again and again. She couldn't let herself be fucked by a teen-age boy.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. French!" His calm words sent the ultimate shock through Arlene's already tormented head.
Then his hand was no longer guiding his cock, but was teasing her cunt and clitoris. She squirmed despite herself. She groaned.
He kissed her more feverishly than ever, and she returned his kiss with a savage tongue.
But then the true horror of what she was doing dawned on her, and she broke the kiss, crying, "Oh, we must stop! Oh, don't do it! Please, don't!"
But his hand was working her into a frenzy of lust she couldn't control. She spread her legs wider. She bucked beneath him.
Ralph smiled to himself. He had her now. Only her mind was fighting, her body was his to fuck.
She said, "Go away, Ralph!"
He almost laughed out loud at her silly plea. She no more wanted him to leave than she wanted to die. She wanted to live and fuck. He'd never seen a body more desperate for it. Just to prove his point, he rolled away from her. He even got up off the edge of the bed and began slipping into his underwear.
"Wh-what ..." She left her thought unsaid.
"You told me to go away, Mrs. French!"
My God, has it come to this? Arlene thought. Does he want me to beg for it?
Suddenly she knew she must speak to save her sanity. She couldn't let him leave, not now.
In a whispering voice, choked with passion, she said, "Come back!"
"What for?" he asked coolly.
She knew what he was hinting at. He wanted to hear her say that awful debasing word. He wanted to hear her beg crudely like some street whore.
"Say what you want!" he demanded.

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She couldn't possibly. She sobbed in agony as his cock was buried within the fabric of his shorts. He began to step into his trousers.
"I can't ..." Arlene whined. "I can't say it!"
"Yes you can," he retorted. "You can and you did! I heard you. And you used my name, too! So why can't you say it now, Mrs. French?" He spat the words at her as if he were enjoying her torment.
He continued to dress.
Arlene's legs arched, her thighs quivered. Her whole body pulsated in excruciating arousal. Her hands danced down to her belly, but she didn't touch her vagina. She didn't dare.
And then nothing seemed to matter except her hot, rampant desire and she groaned, "All right! God, I can't help it! I want it! I want you to. Come back! Come back and fuck me! Hurry, Ralph! Hurry and fuck me!"

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Her crude, urgent cry was exactly what Ralph had wanted to hear. He stepped out of his partially donned trousers and peeled his undershorts down over his hips. He discarded both garments. Ten seconds after Arlene had begged him to fuck her, he was back on the bed, his hand working vigorously between her hotly open thighs.
She was sobbing, a mixture of guilt and ecstasy. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually spoken the words. But she had, and they couldn't be unsaid now.
It wasn't a nightmare, not any more. Maybe later the full horror of the situation would return to her. But now she was simply numb - numb mentally - uninterested in all the social taboos that declared her behavior wrong and indecent. She only knew what she needed. Sex.
It was happening. Her dark, dirty fantasy was about to come true, and she wasn't even fighting it. She hunched up slightly off the mattress and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her housecoat. She heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet on top of the vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.
She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.
His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.
She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis pressing into her thigh. His hand was driving her mad as he spread the slippery lips of her vagina with his young able fingers.
"Mmmfff!" she groaned into his mouth. "Oh, Ralph! I need it, do whatever you want to me! Use me, fuck me, make me come."
Her words seemed unreal to her, yet she couldn't stifle them. It was as if a dam had burst and all the waters were crashing uncontrolled through the broken barrier. She still had her inhibitions, but they had no power over her. Her lust was master, ruling her body, causing more and more liquid to flow out of her vagina onto Ralph's skillful fingers.
"Fuck, fuck!" she moaned hysterically.
"Roll over," he demanded, and she was surprised to hear how controlled his voice sounded despite his obvious arousal.
He's experienced! she realized. He's been fucking a lot of women! His authoritative tone made her all the more eager to obey. She turned all the way over, her hot, hard nipples now pressing into the sheets below. At first she held her thighs locked together. Ralph's hand had been forced from her pussy when she'd turned, and now there was no physical contact between them - only his hot breath crashing against the back of her neck as he hovered above her. Then she felt compelled to spread her legs, and she did so. She felt wicked and excited, the knowledge that his lecherous young eyes were feasting on her buttocks making her wild with desire.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, God, oh!"
"Kneel up," he ordered.
Again she obeyed instantly, thrusting her ass up and folding her knees beneath her. Her shoulders remained on the mattress.
He positioned himself behind her, his knees inside hers. He gripped her waist, pulling her hips higher. His stiff, throbbing cock rubbed between her thighs. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She squirmed and moaned hotly. He made several jabbing lunges with his pelvis, stabbing at her cunt but not entering.
"Don't tease!" she pleaded. "I'll do anything, but don't tease!"
She felt him move back away from her, and she loosed a hollow groan of disappointment.
Then she felt something hot against her vaginal lips - his breath. He had his mouth near her exposed cunt and he was breathing harshly.
"No!" she whimpered. She hardly ever let her husband kiss her there. It was wrong, sordid, unnatural.
But Ralph's lips were almost touching her vagina. He was gazing hotly at the elongated, glistening slit - and his mouth was getting nearer, nearer.
"Oh, no, don't!" she hissed. But his breath felt so good.
And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued to the soft pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh.
"No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"
He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully.
"Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young boy praised, continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.
His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more depraved? she wondered. She was on her husband's bed letting a mere boy slurp and suck at her vagina while making lewd comments - and she wasn't even fighting him. Worse than that, she was beginning to saw back and forth, pressing her cunt right up against his open mouth. It all seemed so evil to Arlene.
"You want me to stop sucking your cunt, Mrs. French?" he teased, confident of what the now crazy woman's answer would be.
The words poured out of her; she couldn't stop them. "No, don't stop! I want you to suck my cunt! I-I love it!"

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Now she was rocking madly back and forth. Her head was turned sideways against the mattress, her blonde hair falling across her face and nearly obliterating her contorted features.
He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, nearly engulfing the entire length of her slit. He blew his hot breath onto her, excited by the feeling of power it gave him to note the way she bucked and shifted in response to his every action. Shit, I never expected Bill's mother to be this hot in bed! he mused.
His tongue swept up and down her cunt, circling around her urethra and up to tease her erect clitoris. He held onto her waist tightly, his head going right with her as she lunged back and forth. His cheeks brushed against her sticky thighs, his nose buried itself between her clasping buttocks.
What fun it was tormenting this uptight bitch, Ralph thought. But his cock was aching for release and he could hardly contain himself any longer.
"Want me to make you come?" he mumbled, his voice now uneven with lust, less masterful than before.
"Yes!" she wailed, and just at that very instant she felt her muscles ripping apart. She threw her arms fitfully out to her sides, she tightened her leg muscles, she sucked her stomach in painfully then thrust it far out, she groaned laboriously, and she came. And came, and came.
While the incomprehensibly delicious spasms continued to rock her body, Ralph came up flush behind her and slipped his cock into her contracting vagina.
Arlene was so delirious that it took her several seconds to realize he had made the penetration. When it dawned on her that he had slipped the whole massive bulk of his penis into her and that she had felt no pain, she became still wilder. Her dream lover was fucking her. All those afternoons and nights of masturbating and thinking of Ralph. And now it was true. She ground her hips back at him while her climax consumed her. The lubricants oozed from the spasming walls of her cunt, surrounding his erection in a juicy ocean of female come.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she ranted. "Ralph! Fuck!"
He had known he was hot when he'd inserted his cock. But he hadn't realized how close to coming he was. Mrs. French was jerking around tumultuously, her cunt clutching desperately at his erection, making his balls tighten and sending him to the very verge of ejaculation.
He tried to warn her. "Not so hard! You'll make me shoot!"
Her only response was to stare back between her legs through the hair that had fallen across her eyes. She saw his cock slicing in and out of her, the staff gleaming with her own wetness. It was such a lewd, wonderful sight. She cried, "Yes! Come inside me! I want all of it! Fuck!"
She kept coming.
She could actually see him begin to squirt the sperm into her. His cock had been drawn back for an instant, teetering at the top of his stroke as he readied himself to slam into her one final time. She saw his skin work back tautly toward his testicles, then the whole shaft trembled and she could almost see the path his sperm took as it shot from his balls up the length of his erection.
He jammed it in all the way, burying himself into her humid passage, his balls slamming against her clitoris as the first searing jet of sperm splashed from his cock.
Her climax had begun to ebb, but the first spurt of semen crashing against her cervix gave renewed life to her orgasm.
She screamed out again and again, her wails broken by gasps and sobs. Her eyes remained opened. She continued to stare between her legs as Ralph fucked his load into her. He pressed his belly harshly into her tensed buttocks and rocked furiously with her, the bed groaning beneath them.
A second shot of sperm collided with her womb, a third, a fourth. One jet after another sent her to the farthest limits of lust. She watched the sperm seep slowly out of her vagina, at first milky white, then clearer and more glittery as it trickled down her thighs, mingling with the juice and perspiration already coating her flesh.
"You're a great fuck, Mrs. French!" he praised with an exhausted sigh after the last of his semen had been emptied into her.
She collapsed to her stomach, stretching out flat on the sweat-soaked sheets, his cock shrinking but still inside her. It was over.

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Over. And the first threads of rationality were returning to her brain. Pangs of guilt, shame, revulsion.
She lay perfectly still, not wanting to speak or be spoken to - not even wanting to cry. He rolled off her finally, leaving her cunt suddenly empty. She hoped he would go away and never come back. She wished she could sleep and wake to find it had all been a dream - like all those others.
But then, she wasn't sure how many minutes later, his hands were touching her again. He was tugging at her shoulder, trying to coax her onto her back.
She fought him, twisting her shoulder back down against the sheet. She didn't want to face him. She couldn't possibly face him, not now with his sperm still swirling hotly around in her just-fucked cunt. She could never face him again.
In a whisper savage with conviction, she said, "Get out of my bedroom!"
"You sure change your mind in a hurry," Ralph observed. "Five minutes ago you were begging for it! Now you got what you needed, so you think you can act snooty again!"
His words stung her.
"Please leave," she gasped.
But he ignored her and said, "You'll never be the same again, Mrs. French. You've done it now, and you can't take it back, so you might as well have some more fun. I know you want some more!"
She couldn't believe these were the words of a sixteen-year-old boy. She felt oddly as if he were the mature one and she were just a naive young girl. But she must fight against him - she must!
Unexpectedly he rolled away from her, and she felt the mattress bounce as he got off the bed. Could he be leaving? Had her ordeal ended? Then she heard the drone of the vibrator. He had picked it off the carpet and switched it on. He had the tool of her masturbation in his hand. Her brain swam through a sea of humiliation.
Then the mattress sank beneath his weight as he knelt onto it. A second later she felt the head of the phallic-shaped massager wedging between her buttocks.
"No! Don't, Ralph, stop!"
"Why stop? You did it to yourself, so what's wrong with me doing it to you? This vibrator's still gooey from your cunt," he said.
His terrible lewd words tortured her mind, but she couldn't deny that she felt a surge of excitement as the vibrator pressed against her anus. Then Ralph worked lower, working the buzzing staff between her tightly locked thighs, slipping it against her spermy vagina.
Another spasm of pleasure shot through her. It was happening all over again and she couldn't control it. It was true what Ralph had said - she had done it once and now it didn't really matter if she did it again. She had fucked another male. She had cheated on her husband. Her legs spread slowly as Ralph rubbed the vibrator against her soiled vagina.
She whimpered, then bit her lip to silence herself as the object was forced into the lips of her pussy. He jammed it all the way up, and it slipped in easily.
"Please ... don't," she begged, but her plea was a dying whisper lost beneath the harsh sound of her own breathing.
Protest was futile. She wanted to be ravished by her boy-lover. She needed it, more of it, more sex, more fucking.
He was tugging at her shoulder once again, and this time she allowed him to roll her over. She closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He held the vibrator tightly, pushing it all the way into her vagina. She threw her legs farther apart, moaning, twitching.
Suddenly he was straddling her chest, sitting on her breasts. She didn't understand what he was contemplating until she felt the hot crown of his erection brushing against her mouth. She groaned in revulsion.
She couldn't ... she would never ...
But even as she cringed in disgust, her lips opened and sucked the stiff, pungent rod into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip hungrily. She closed her lips tightly around the shaft, lifting her head off the mattress to align her mouth with the erection.
"That's good, Mrs. French! Suck! Oh, you give a good blow job!" he praised.
Her voice sounded foreign to herself as she choked, "Yes, I love to suck it!"

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She held his hips in her hands, pulling him nearer and mashing her breasts up against his loins. He began to shift his weight, crushing her to the bed while he still reached behind him, keeping the vibrator stuffed up Arlene's vagina.
Just when she hungered for him to shoot his jism into her avidly sucking mouth, he twisted off her body, pulling his cock from her mouth with a swift sideways motion. A drooling string of saliva now trailed from the corner of her empty mouth.
Suddenly he was rolling her onto her stomach. He scooted downward, placed his hands on her waist and lifted her hips. He was going to fuck her the same way he had the first time, she thought. But what about the vibrator still implanted in her cunt? Wasn't he going to remove it?
Then she knew the answer. She felt his cock pressing against the tight hard entrance to her anus. He was going to try to fuck her there!
"Oh, no!" she screamed. "Anything, anything else!"
"Too damn dry," was all he said.
He touched her ass with the tip of a finger, then let the digit trail down to her vagina, playing circularly in the swampy curls around the edges. He then traced his way back to her rectum, inserting his now lubricated finger. He repeated this process often, each time driving his finger farther up her anus, feeling the hot tight elastic ring become less and less resistant to his touch.
Then he was pressing his cock against her buttocks, wedging his oversize member into the orifice of her ass.
"Nnnoooo!" she shrieked as she felt the searing pain of her virgin rectum being abused.
The puckered opening was forced in, her own flesh being stretched and pushed up into her ass. And then the ring gave little by little. She was being split open, she felt.
"Oh, no! Please, no!" she whined. And she jerked furiously, trying to dislodge him.
But he was strong, so very strong, and he kept his cock pressed against her ass, pushing until her rectum had no option but to open and admit more of his huge cruel cudgel.
Her physical agony encompassed her while she buried her face in the mattress, biting desperately into the sheets while tears of shame streaked from her eyes.
"You love it, don't you, Mrs. French!" she heard him groaning excitedly. "You love being fucked in the ass, don't you? Tell me, tell me!"
"Nnooo!" she shouted. "No, stop! I can't stand it! Please, I'll do anything else!"
But her sobbed plea only caused him to surge more cruelly against her ass. The pain was like fire, hotter. She was being torn apart, and she was sure that further agony was impossible, that she had reached the known limits of torture.
But then, because her ass was growing accustomed to the continuing pain, she was reawakened to the feel of the vibrator which was working her pussy into a seething cavern of excited nerve endings. The conflict between her cruelly ravished ass and her hotly excited cunt was ludicrous. How could a woman possibly be aware of both these sensations at once? Arlene wondered dizzily.
And then the white hot pain in her rectum diminished rapidly. She was bewildered. He was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking madly, and the pain was fading. How could the change happen so suddenly? A minute ago she'd been dying from pain and now ... and now ... God, she was actually working her hips back against him.
"Ah! Mmmm! Mmmmfff!" she moaned.
Her anal passage was gripping at his cock, great muscular spasms making her feel sensations unknown to her until now.
She bucked up at him willingly, loving it now, longing for him to fuck her more harshly, wanting him to send his sperm sailing into her expanded rectum. The vibrator was driving her crazy. She was going to come - any second.
Her orgasm rocked her suddenly - her stomach tensed, her back strained, she ripped through the sheets with her fingernails. Spasmodically her buttocks clenched. Never before had she been so excited. Her anal tunnel contracted with such force around his hot penis that she feared she might crush it. He continued to fuck into her, continued to hold the vibrator within her cunt.
She reared up madly with her buttocks, bucking crazily as she rocked on her knees. The bed creaked harshly, the sound melting and blending with her crazed groans and Ralph's excited male grunts.
"Oh, darling! It's wonderful!" she wailed in her delirium. "Wonderful! Keep fucking! Fuck me forever, Ralph!"
Nothing mattered now except her enduring orgasm. Her toes curled so tightly that she sent a flashing pain up the soles of her feet - a delicious deliberately induced pain that enhanced the electric sensation of climax.

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"Fuck, fuck!" Her words were more than mere groans now - they were shouts, unashamed screams of joy.
Her climax diminished, but Ralph was still fucking her ass savagely. He leaned up over her back, his belly impaled on her upthrust grinding hips. Her buttocks dug into his groin. He was nearly out of his head with lust, and his breath exploded in bursts as he kissed the back of her neck. His long hair tickled across her perspiring back as he twisted his head from side to side.
"You're a great piece of ass!" he whispered.
Strangely, his words didn't shock her. She was beyond shock. New waves of arousal were teasing through her loins. The vibrator kept on relentlessly. Ralph never faltered in his rhythmic pace.
"Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me more! Make me come again!"
He shoved his cock up as far as it would go and held it there. She was doing all the fucking now, and it felt delicious. Her hips were churning and rotating so wildly that he wondered how long he could contain his orgasm.
"I love it! I love it! I love to fuck!" Arlene choked as her son's best friend teased the sloppy wet edges of her engorged clitoris with able fingers.
Everything was blurry. She thought the room was spinning. White hot flashes of passion sliced into her brain as she felt another climax approaching. She could feel the vibrator and his penis pushing against each other through the thin partition between her ass and cunt. She cried out, a garbled insane wail. She screamed mindlessly and came.
"Oooohhhh! Aaaaggghhh! Oh!" she yelled as her clitoris throbbed harshly and began to drum out another orgasm. She raked her fingernails across the sheets, her hands trekking to her spasming cunt, pressing her fingers around the sides of her quaking clitoris. She felt Ralph's fingers beside hers holding the vibrator. Their fingertips met and danced juicily against each other. She screamed louder.
Then Ralph groaned in deep passion. His words were high-pitched and excited when he said, "I can't hold back! I'm coming, too!"
Her wildly contracting anus sucked the first jet of sperm from his quivering penis. She could feel the hot spurt collide with her inner rectum, oiling her channel and smearing around his tight-fitting cock.
"Give it to meeee!" she screamed as the subsequent shots of semen escaped his balls and leaped up his staff and out the tip of his erection. The milky substance filled her ass quickly, overflowed and trailed warmly along the short distance from her rectum to her vagina.
Ralph bit lightly at her neck, bruising her sensitive skin as his sperm kept billowing out of him. His groans spurred her lust, and she came harder than she ever had before. It was wicked and wild, and she couldn't stop.
She thrust her legs out stiffly, collapsing flat onto the mattress. The ejaculating young Ralph fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing his cock into the farthest possible depths of her ravished rectum.
When her climax ended, Arlene felt drained.
She was in a stupor, a satiated trance, and she hardly realized that Ralph had pulled his penis out of her rectum. She vaguely heard him dressing, and she was aware that he was saying good-bye. Hardly above a whisper, she said, "Good night." She said nothing else to the boy who had just fucked her silly - the boy who had slipped into her room and found her at her perverted little game of masturbation and taken her to peaks of sexual ecstasy higher than she thought possible.
He was gone.
She lay unmoving on the sperm-stained, ripped sheets, hardly believing that it had really happened.
And she didn't know whether to die of shame or feel happy.

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His Sexpot Sis
Robert G. Haill


SISTERLY LOVING

Jodi stood naked in front of her brother's excited body, and began to walk toward him ... seeing the huge bulge in his pants ... unzipping his pants and
releasing his throbbing cock ... running her fingers up and down its length ...
stroking his manhood harder and harder as she heard his moans of pleasure ...faster and faster as he cried out for more ... tickling his balls ... running a finger up and down his ass cheeks.

She had waited a long time to get her brother alone and aroused enough so he wouldn't resist her lusty advances, and would satisfy her growing passion.


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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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HIS SEXPOT SIS
By Robert G. Haill




CHAPTER ONE

"Shawn Addison, you're a perverted bastard and I won't do it, not even for you. Haven't you any respect for me at all?" Shawn closed the bathroom door and leaned up against it as he studied his sister's angry face. She stood inches away from him with her balled fists on her hips waiting for him to say something.

"You wouldn't dare ask any other girl to do it," she flared. "It's unnatural, Shawn."

"Shut up, Jodi. You're as perverted as I am, my dear, sweet, innocent sister. And you'll do it because you promised me anything I wanted." He unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. Very slowly he inched down his underpants and saw her eyes swoop between his legs.

"You'll be sorry, Shawn," she whispered and gulped as she watched his huge cock spring to life, a magnificent prick fully eight inches long with a tortuous, bulbous cock head. It swung like a scythe as he moved over to the bath and bent over. Now with his back to her he was pulling his bum cheeks open wide.

"Shave me, Jodi, down and around my balls so when I take you I can feel every velvet inch of your body up against me."

She moved toward him in a trance and absently picked up the electric shaver that would shear the golden hairs off his spunk-filled balls. She dropped down onto her knees and her eyes fixed on his pendulous balls. They were big, she told herself, too big for a teenager. But so was his cock. There was nothing small about him.

"Take a good look, Jodi. We have the whole house to ourselves and we won't be disturbed."

She shook her head as she came out of her trance. He was right. They were alone with their parents off on vacation. She thumbed the switch on the shaver and it buzzed to life as she lightly brushed it up between his bum cheeks. Bending her head .slightly she blew a cloud of fine golden hairs from between his spread buttocks and with a giggle gave them a playful smack.

"Ouch! That hurt. Stop it. Remember, It s your birthday in a few weeks," he reminded her.

She started to tingle all over as she thought about their bargain of giving themselves to each other as absolute slaves as birthday presents. Then he'd be at her feet obeying her every will as she had to now.

He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes shining mischievously as a hundred lurid pictures skipped through his head of the things he would make her do.

Jodi had short brown hair with blonde tips styled as an urchin cut. She was medium build with a round cheeky face. Her nose was wide and ran within an inch of her sulky mouth. Her pouting lips were always moist and slightly apart like she was holding her breath. Right now she was naked and her small, tight titties were erect with her dark nipples extended. Her stomach was fiat and without an ounce of fat rising only a little around her love mound that she kept shaved. Without a vee of hair her puffy cunt hole showed like a rosebud about to burst into bloom. She arched her back and returned his searching look, enjoying being admired and wanted. She could almost read his mind and she smiled to herself. Maybe he was right and she was as perverted as he was. In fact she would probably invent a few of the games they would play to celebrate his birthday. Damn him, he was so good looking, what girl wouldn't want to go to bed with him?

He had an untidy mop of sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. His mouth laughed all the time. Now he was standing up and turning around and mechanically she whisked the buzzing shaver around his balls and circled his cock stem. His prick stood curved and glistening with bath oil and it jerked spasmodically as if it wanted to rear up even larger.

"It's beautiful," she whispered and caught her breath wishing she hadn't said it. With her free hand she reached and her fingers danced from his cock head to his now-hairless balls. It was like she had waited all of her young life for today, and it was theirs and theirs alone.

"Suck it," he invited with a low choking growl wanting to see his cock slowly disappear between her wet lips down her throat. He imagined he could feel her small white teeth nibbling and biting his quivering pole. He moaned in anticipation as he stared unashamed into her enormous blue eyes.

"Not yet, darling. Let's go into my bedroom." Her eyes teased him. "There's something I want you to do. I'm sure you'll like it."

"What?" He was cautious now.

"Come on." She grabbed at his throbbing dong and had him from the bathroom. Letting go of him she skipped across the hall to her room.

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Meekly, he followed her thinking of all the things he would love to do to her delicious round, tight bottom and thinking of the time he had seen their mother spanking it when she had been naughty. He had watched through the crack of her door as her bottom flushed pink, then angry red and she had squirmed across her mother's knee. How she had hollered and bawled for her to stop. Strangely, it had excited him and he had had to rush into his room to relieve himself.

Going into her bedroom he felt guilty, for like their parents room it was out of bounds. He looked around at the frilly curtain billowing at the open window and at the forget-me-knot wallpaper. His feet were buried in the thick wool carpet as he went and stood at the end of her single bed - catching sight of himself in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. For a split second he stood stock still, seeing himself now as she saw him. His hands started to move down to cover his thrashing weapon, then stopped. He didn't have to cover himself this time.

She was searching through a chest of drawers and she let out a cry of delight and looked over at him with an impish grin.

"Now what are you up to?" he asked going over to her. His hand dropped to stroke her curved bottom and he pinched the soft flesh, slowly inching his fingers into the dark recess of her swell.

"Look!" She held up a pair of black panties frilled with lace and a pair of black stockings.

He frowned, not understanding.

She found a miniscule skirt in the drawer and giggled.

"I don't want you to dress," he grumbled.

"I'm not going to," she laughed. "I want you to put them on, Shawn."

"Me! But that's silly."

"No it's not. Be a sport and dress, like a girl. It'll be fun."

"No," he said flatly.

"Why not? Some men wear girl's clothes and like it."

"I'm not like that," he scowled.

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

"I just know, that's all"

"Here, catch." She tossed the black panties at him. "They'll fit so snug around your bottom. I must see them on you."

He crushed them in his hands and grinned crookedly at her. Why not humor her if that was what she wanted? He bent and put his foot through one leg and then the other and inched them up with some difficulty. They bit into his skin and he had to bend his cock down to cover it.

"Now these." She came close to him and knelt and eased his toes into the black stockings and rolled them up his legs, over his quivering buttocks, lightly touching his cock as she drew the caressing silk up to his waist.

"The last thing is the skirt, Shawn." She held it out to him.

His fingers touched hers as he took the garment from her.

"You look fantastic, Shawn."

"You're just saying that to urge me on."

"No I'm not." Her voice trembled. It did something to her, seeing him in her underwear.

He dragged the miniskirt up around his narrow hips and zipped it with the awful feeling that someone might come and catch him. He shrugged the feeling off because the nearest neighbor to their home was over a mile away. There were lots of advantages having up in the hills away from everyone, he thought idly.

"Turn around, Shawn. Mmmmmm-nice. Bend over." She giggled. "All you need now is a bra."

"No," he said firmly and started to unzip the skirt.

"Don't take it off," she said sharply. "Not yet. It's only a game."

"But I feel silly."

"Keep them on, for me, please," she begged.

The tight material around his hairless prick made him feel randy and he needed to be careful not to blow and cream in his sisters panties. What a waste that would be when her gaping quim, so moist and hungry for it, was only inches away.

"Shawn," she said, awfully slowly.

"What?"

"Be honest. You like it, don't you? I mean, your cock is still hard; I can see it bulging to get out."

“That's because I'm thinking of you and looking at you, Jodi."

"Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter." She sat down on a stool and crossed her legs artfully. "How many times do you think you could fuck a girl in a day and a night, Shawn? I mean fuck properly, blowing and everything?"

He blushed crimson because of the way she came out with it, the way she was looking at him.

"Well, how many times is the most you've played with yourself and come in a day and a night," she asked coyly and uncrossed her legs. Her creamy thighs opened just a little, promising so much.

"I don't play with myself," he said hotly and in the mirror saw the filmy lace of the panties showing through the stockings.

“Course you do. Matter of fact," she said softly, “I‘ve seen you do it. I've watched you rubbing up your cock and your spunk shooting out everywhere."

"When?" he hollered.

"Lots of times, silly. You hardly ever shut your bedroom door and I have to pass it to go to the toilet."

"You've been spying on me," he looked away from her and wondered what else she might have seen.

"It doesn't matter does it? Anyway, you haven t answered my question." Her thighs parted a little more and her hands fell into her lap as if to say that she had played with herself and it was all quite natural.

"Well," he hesitated.

"Go on."

He thought for a minute. "I dunno. A whole day and a night? I guess, six, seven times-why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

“No. What are you getting at, Jodi?"

“You idiot. I want to know how many times you can fuck me before your birthday is over with." Her legs sprawled open showing her sticky hole with the love lips parted and fleshy, and urgently in need of a cock.

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"Jodi-you're a whore," he grinned and looked into the unwinking eye of her cunt wondering how many times he would be able to fuck it before the day was done with.

"So I'm a whore." She closed her legs. There was a note of finality in the way she did it. "You'd better take your girlie clothes off, Shawn;" she sniffed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. I said it in a nice way of wanting to think of you hot and horny," he mumbled as he undressed. "There's not a girl" in the whole of Adelaide as hot as you, as lovely and delicious," he said to sooth her.

She got up from the stool and went over to the bed and flung herself down on her back pretending she wasn’t listening to him. She squirmed around and lifted her knees and they framed him struggling to get the stockings off.

"Are you angry with me?" He stood up and kicked the clothes away.

"No." Her legs were spread wide and she stared at his cock as a bead of glistening spunk oozed from his soaring fuck stick. If only he knew how much she wanted that throbbing prick up her, the fool.

He trooped over to her bed and stood looking down at her, knowing that she wanted him to rape her with his eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me, Shawn?"

He nodded yes.

"You call me a whore but you want to fuck me-your own sister," she sniggered. "You're nothing but a bastard, do you know that!"

"Please, Jodi." His hand dosed around the stem of his cock and he started to masturbate himself slowly.

"Don't do that," she cried out. "It's a waste."

"But I thought ... “

"I don't care what you thought. If you want to fuck me then get up on the bed and get on with it," she screamed at him and her whole body trembled.