Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Her pussy was a work of art, I just looked at it for maybe even a minute or two, I wanted to memorise it, every fold, every crease, every shade of pink. I’d be thinking about this night for a long time to come and I wanted to have a clear vision stored to look back on.

  Bracing the weight of my upper body on one forearm, I reached down into my boxers with the other and slipped a finger between my own folds, infinitely more wet than Ellie-May’s, beginning to stroke my own clit at the exact same moment that the tip of my tongue first touched her virgin pussy.

  The taste of her was exquisite, my tongue roamed along her sweet petals over and over again before finally delving as far as I could into her tunnel. It was almost like I was kissing her mouth again as I rapidly increased the power and urgency of my tonguing and sucking of her pussy.

  My hand was absolutely soaked in my own juices, I couldn’t believe just how hot this little virgin had made me. I was, of course, a master at getting myself off, but I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on before. If I didn’t watch myself, I was going to cum all too fast, and I when I did that I wanted my juices to be all over her face, not wasted over the lower portion of her sheets.

  With extreme reluctance, I removed my slickened hand away from my sex and pushed my finger against her tight teen tunnel as I moved my mouth up to concentrate on the unconscious girl’s clit. My finger was so slippery with my own juices that it glided into the warm embrace of Ellie-May’s pussy like it was made to be there. I didn’t have far to probe before I felt the evidence of her virginity and moaned like a whore directly on her clit.

  However hot Ellie-May was making me, having a skilled pussy-eater was affecting the passed out teen even more. As I gently twirled my finger around inside her as much as her tightness allowed, moaning on her clit in appreciation of her flavour, her sleeping body gradually responded more and more to my stimulation.

  The first thing I noticed over the wet lapping sounds of my tongue and finger on her sex, was the sexy little squeaks she was making on every exhale. She sounded confused but happy, and her excitement only grew as I continued my manipulations of her most erogenous zones.

  The next thing I knew, Ellie-May’s body was taking over, doing what came natural to it as her hips began gyrating, rubbing her pussy against whatever welcome visitor happened to be between her legs. Ellie-May let out a long, pleasured and surprised gasp at the same moment that I felt her already tight pussy clamp down on the tip of my finger, almost squeezing it completely out of her tunnel.

  A flood of virgin-juice washed out over my lips and chin, and I latched on to the still-unconscious girl’s clit, sucking and licking at it furiously until every last unit of pleasure had been eked out of the orgasm for the poor repressed teen.

  When, at last, she had settled down and became still again, I moved over her once more, pressing my lips to hers, making the shy girl taste her own pussy as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, with the faint flavour of strawberries coming along for the ride I was sure. I loved kissing Ellie-May, her lips were so damn soft, it was like kissing comfort personified, and I dragged our lip-lock on and on as I reached behind her back and unclasped her bra with an expert snap of my fingers.

  Slipping my hand under the now-loose cup of her bra, I pinched and tugged at each of her nipples in turn, making the unconscious girl squeak sexily each time. Finally I lifted her bra out of the way and pressed our chests together, feeling each of our hard nipples rubbing against one another.

  I had an itch that desperately needed scratching so, without further ado, I pushed and kicked my boxers off and moved up the bed until I was straddling Ellie-May’s face. I looked down at the pigtailed-cutie and counted myself as the luckiest girl in the world as I reached behind her head and pulled her to my sex, beginning to thrust my hips back and forth.

  Ellie-May’s lips, nose and chin were soon soaked with my natural lubricants and I ground myself against her face harder and harder, every bump and curve of the sleeping girl’s beautiful visage became something that could potentially bring me off. I wished she would just snake her tongue out and start eating me properly, but this was pretty fucking good too.

  Through half-shut eyes I looked down at my passed out princess, and moaned in bliss. Ellie-May had been wearing some very subtle make-up when she went out, and now it was smeared all over her face like she was a little whore, my little whore. I was so close to cumming, almost losing control, but I just couldn’t quite rub myself against Ellie-May’s face hard enough, my orgasm danced just out of reach, teasing me.

  I began flicking my most sensitive button with my finger and felt my climax finally within my grasp. I had time to think check and mate, orgasm before the ecstasy of it washed all coherent thoughts away like a dam bursting. I threw my head back and moaned out my bliss with reckless abandon.

  Truth be told, I had always been a bit of a squirter. The stronger my orgasm, the more I flow, so I knew at the back of my mind that when I could bring myself to look down again, that there was going to be one innocent little straight girl with her pretty face absolutely drenched in pussy juice.

  When the utter wonder of my climax finally subsided, I looked down breathlessly and was not disappointed. Ellie-May’s make-up smeared face was absolutely glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. My legs felt all quivery as I struggled to my feet and surveyed her entire body.

  All I wanted to do at that moment was go to sleep, it had been late when this all started, I had no idea what time it was now. Looking at Ellie-May, I had to do something though. She’d get suspicious if she woke up in the morning half-undressed. I figured I had to either get her clothes back on or take her remaining clothes off. Undressing her seemed the easiest option, so that’s what I did.

  With a careful wipe of her sheet on her completely defiled face, I managed to mostly clean her up before collecting my boxers, hair ties and putting on my bathrobe. I left her in the same recovery position I had found her in, safety first! My legs were still shaky, perhaps even more so, when I left the room, locked it behind me and went back to my own.

  I’d claimed the best prize of my entire life, and went to bed with a smile on my face and the taste of a straight virgin girl on my tongue.

  *****

  It couldn’t have been any later than ten in the morning when I heard a knock on my door. I scrambled for my bathrobe and put it on, answering it with bleary eyes. It was Lisa, the girl I’d promised to help with her chemistry assignment. Little party-animal that she was, she didn’t look any worse for wear considering how late she had rolled in.

  I asked her to give me half an hour and then meet me in the common room, hoping to have enough time to shower and wake up properly. I didn’t see Ellie-May all day, even in the communal dining hall for dinner that night. Finally, at about eight in the evening, I heard a timid knock as I was doing some compulsory reading for one of my papers while lying on my bed.

  I opened it to find Ellie-May there with an extremely red face.

  “Is everything OK, Ellie-May?”

  “Yes… no. I’m never drinking again.”

  “I’ve heard that before, said it myself once or twice.”

  “Hmm. Well, last night did have its moments, from what I can remember. I just… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  I gulped, hoping this wasn’t the moment when my whole world came crashing down. Putting on a passive face I forged ahead.

  “Oh? About what?”

  “About this.”

  Ellie-May, stepped up and quickly gave me a sheepish peck on the lips, before retreating back into the hallway and looking absolutely terrified about what my reaction might be.

  “That was… really nice, Ellie-May… what brought that on?”

  “I’ve… um… I’ve… oh God, forgive me, I’ll just say it. I’ve been living in hell my whole life, I couldn’t wait to get away from my parents, they’d kill me if they knew the kind of things that went through my mind. A few weeks ago I sneaked out one
night and went down to this bar I’d found on the internet… ‘The Clam and Diver’… I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d find there, there’s nothing like it in my hometown. I definitely wasn’t expecting to see you there, kissing another girl with your hand down her pants. I left before you saw me, but ever since then I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Then last night I had these… dreams. Dreams like I’d never had before… they were about you, they were wonderful. As soon as I could stand without puking… I vowed to myself that I’d come and ask you or I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

  “Ask me what, Ellie-May,” I questioned, my heart absolutely melting.

  “You know, could a beautiful girl like you ever… you know, see anything in a plain-jane like me?”

  “Come here, Ellie-May,”

  I held out my arms to her, overwhelmed with how much fear and shyness she would have had to overcome, flattered that she had done it for me. The over-sheltered girl-next-door came to me, the relief almost bringing tears to her eyes and I tilted her chin up so I could kiss her properly. We didn’t leave my room until late the next day when hunger for food overcame our hunger for sex and education.

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  Alex has turned the tables on life. From being the quiet, shy, artistic kid back in school, he is now a successful artist whose sculptures are highly sought after. Handsome and prosperous, he has everything he could want, including being married to Beth, the ex-wife of his former tormentor, Trent.

  Alex wants to be the bigger man and let bygones be bygones, but he just can't seem to let go of the anger he's held on to for so long. Try as he might to avoid it, Beth and Trent's daughter, Sabrina, just won't stop throwing herself at him. One night after Sabrina comes home after a party and leaves a mess in the kitchen, Alex goes to her room to confront her about it and finds the cheerleader on her bed.

  That's when Alex has to make a decision. Simply live a good life and let that be the best revenge.... or something else?

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Sleep Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Cheerleader, Breeding, Rough Sex, Schoolgirl

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  I’d always wanted to have kids of my own but something always seemed to get in the way, work, partners that didn’t share my family-outlook, and so on. Before I knew it, I kind of felt too old to start a family. The women my age, the ones that were attractive to me physically and personality-wise anyway, all seemed to be married with children already.

  For a while there, I didn’t do much dating at all. The one time I tried online dating, I met up with a woman who had simply used a picture she found on the internet for her profile and had stopped off for a bucket of chicken before meeting me. This was before our dinner-date.

  Eventually things started looking up again. The sexy women my age were slowly but surely becoming single again as their marriages ended with various degrees of explosiveness. Back to my waiting arms and bed they came in their droves and, after playing the field for a while, I pursued a relationship with the woman I felt I was most compatible with, and who was so damn smoking-hot, I could barely keep my hands off her.

  I came from a medium-sized town and it just so happened that the lovely lady I ended up with, Beth, used to be head cheerleader at my high school. Of course, back then I was just the quiet artistic guy, too shy to approach a girl like that. Life in our high school followed the cliché that had been enacted countless times before, she dated the quarterback, Trent, and married her ‘high school sweetheart’ when she fell pregnant in her early twenties.

  The good lord knows I wanted to try to be the bigger man about everything, let bygones be bygones and all, but some small part of me always remembered the torture Trent and his jock buddies had made out of so many of my school days. Well, over the years, he had grown fat and bald, his football career went precisely nowhere and once you took away his youth and mediocre athleticism, all you were left with was a stupid piece of shit.

  On the other hand, I’d filled out a bit and had a lucky break with my sculptures. I’d donated a piece to a charity auction, partly out of the goodness of my heart and partly out of wanting some additional exposure. Well, it ended up being purchased by a well-known celebrity, which drew so much attention to my work that my artistic career soon took on a life of its own.

  It should have been enough, but when I ran into Beth again after not seeing her for about a decade, it gave me just that little bit more pleasure knowing I was cumming in Trent’s wife’s asshole. She left him soon after that, one thing led to another and it wasn’t long before we were married ourselves. Beth moved in with me and brought her and Trent’s daughter along too, so that Trent could have more time for drinking beer.

  So, in a roundabout way, I did end up having a kid, but it was not quite like I had foreseen. In the daydreams it had been all kicking a ball in the park and carrying the little one on my shoulders as we laughed in the sunshine. Instead, I inherited Trent’s rebellious teenage daughter, Sabrina. I soon learned via the mess she left everywhere she went, the insane phone bills and the screaming matches with her Mom, among other things, the harsh reality of being a parent.

  Then it got worse. Sabrina was a blossoming little sex goddess, and as she got older and assumed the title of head cheerleader that her Mom had occupied back in her school days she developed this sense of entitlement, the belief that she could have any guy she wanted. Thankfully her sexuality was something that was more up to Beth rather than me to police

  However, when she started to turn the full force of her charms on me, it was torture to resist in private and downright awkward when she put on any subtle attempts at seduction in front of Beth. I knew they’d argued about it in harsh whispers that I wasn’t meant to overhear, but Sabrina didn’t give up, it was like I was a challenge she desperately wanted to overcome and she wouldn’t be satisfied until I was balls-deep in her.

  But I held firm. Even though she had a body built for sex. Even though she looked just like her Mom did back when we were in school, a promiscuous teen with the most innocent face you could hope for. Even though she dressed in sheer nighties and never bent at the knees to pick anything up off the floor. Even when she started calling me ‘Daddy’ in the naughtiest way, like this very night.

  “Please, Daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her small breasts against my body. “Can I go to the party?”

  “What did your Mom say?”

  “I forgot to ask her before she left. Please? I’ll do anything you want.”

  That last sentence was as loaded as any ever uttered by a human mouth and I took a deep breath before replying.

  “OK. You know the rules. Back by eleven and don’t get too wasted.”

  “Thanks!”

  Her Mom probably wouldn’t have let her go so easily, but I was in no mood for a fight or for her asking me while wearing increasingly risqué clothes. In life you’ve got to pick your battles, and a tactical retreat was the best move in this case. She was eighteen years old anyway, old enough to mak
e a lot of decisions for herself, it wouldn’t be too long before she was heading to college.

  Sabrina skipped away, dropped her phone just before she left the room and slowly bending at the waist to pick it up before heading upstairs. I shook my head and made my way to my studio to get some work done while I tried to get her out of my mind.

  I tend to get very absorbed in my work and when I heard a car pull up outside my house and honk the horn before pulling away I realised it was almost one o’clock in the morning. I stood and stretched my back, stepping away from my table. I’d been trying to get Sabrina out of my mind but when I looked at my little clay model from a distance, I couldn’t help but think it looked like an older man fucking the bejesus out of a teenager, though it was somewhat abstract at least.

  The little brat had apparently disregarded my instruction to be home by eleven. I decided I’d call Beth in the morning and either have her deal with it or agree to some kind of suitable punishment that I would enforce before she returned on Monday. I washed my hands to get the worst of the mess off before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

  The hot water was great, I felt incredibly refreshed by the time I was done. Despite the late hour I decided to fix myself a small snack before going to bed. When I walked into the kitchen in my bathrobe I saw that Sabrina had had the same idea, judging by open fridge door, the mess of condiments on the floor, and the smoke just starting to billow out of the oven, which I discovered was a severely charred formerly-frozen pizza.

  Fuck that. The mess was bad enough, but to leave food in the oven to burn like that was mighty irresponsible, potentially dangerous if it had have properly caught on fire. There could have been smoke damage too, if I hadn’t been awake to stop it in the early stages. I decided that she would have to clean all this shit up, right away.