Rough Sex with My Werewolf Daddy (Family Sex/Taboo Sex)
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Revenge Sex: Pegging Her Ex Boyfriend
Revenge Sex: Tying Up His Cheating Girlfriend
Banging the English Tutor
Sorority Shave
Spit Roasted by Werewolves
Ghost Encounters
Farm Girl Threesomes
Bitch Spank
Sex With The Ghost
Graveyard Ghost Seduction
Her Husband’s Ghost
Highlander Hungers: Three Erotic Highlander Stories
Moonlight Menages: Three Werewolf Three-Ways
Nights of Lust: Three Erotic Vampire Stories
Moonlight Lust: Three Erotic Werewolf Stories
Cowboy Heat: Three Stories of Gay Cowboys
Vampire Seductions: Three Stories of Gay Vampires
Full Moon Desires: Three Stories of Gay Werewolves
Star Slut
Screwing the Tax Man
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Rough Sex With My Best Friends Sister
It was the summer after my first year of college, and I was back in my hometown. I hadn’t really visited home during the school year, and I forgot how much I liked the place. I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, admiring the beach body I’d busted my ass for in the gym over the past year. My cell phone was on the vanity, and I was waiting for a text back from my best friend, Charlie.
Charlie had gone to a different college, and we’d only seen each other for a few hours once over Christmas break. Thinking of Charlie made me think of his sister, Eva. She was a year younger than us, so she was somewhere between 18 and 19, and she’d been accepted to my college. Thinking of how cute she’d gotten over the last few years made me get hard. I watched my cock stiffen in the mirror, and I gave it a few strokes.
As I was just getting into fantasizing about Eva’s cute ass, my phone went off. It was Charlie. He wanted me to meet him at his house. I had to blueball myself, quickly finishing the bed-head look I was going for with my hair and throwing on my clothes. Charlie’s house was kind of far, and I didn’t have a car yet.
It took me about 20 minutes to get to his place. I knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and went inside.
Eva was the first person I saw there. She’d come out of her room and was standing at the top of the steps, looking over the banister at me. Looking at her, I swallowed. She had on some tight jeans and a t-shirt that showed off her petite figure. She smiled down at me, and I smiled back. She looked really pretty without the braces. The dirty part of my mind immediately started undressing her, wondering how large her nipples were and whether or not she shaved her pussy.
“Hi,” I said.
Her face flushed red, and she replied, “Hi,” then spun around and marched back to her room. She seemed so shy and meek for how pretty she was. I tried to lock the image of her round ass in my mind for later.
“Hey, Logan,” Charlie said, coming up from the basement. He had the necks of some beers between his fingers, and he offered me one, which I gladly took.
We cracked the beers and went into the living room. He and I shot the shit for a while, catching up with each other’s lives. It turned out that Charlie had a real knack for history, and would be changing over to that major from English. I was doing anthropology, and felt uncertain whether I would be continuing in it for my undergrad.
“Get laid a lot?” Charlie asked, a big grin on his face.
I shrugged, “A few times.” There had been one girl that had decided to use my heart as her plaything for a while before throwing it out. I didn’t feel like sharing that with him.
A few hours and about five beers later, Eva appeared at the door. She leaned against the frame and looked down at her feet. We both looked at her.
“Logan,” she said, “I have a few questions about your school. Would it be ok if I asked you about it?”
“Sure!” I said, scooching over on the couch and patting the cushion.
She sat where I’d indicated. This close, I could smell her perfume. It was very light. It felt like my stomach got lighter while my cock got harder. I leaned over to hide my erection. She smiled at me. Had she been wearing lipstick before? I couldn’t remember. She’d also changed shirts, this time to a low-cut one that showed off a startling large portion of her firm-looking breasts.
Charlie had drank at least twice as much beer as me, if not more. He had a vacant look in his eyes as he sat there.
Lurching to his feet, he said, “I am gonna go fall on my bed for a few hours. Logan, man, you can crash in the spare room.” He slurred the last few words so that they sounded like “sare oom.”
Eva and I listened to him make his way laboriously up the stairs. There was a thump that I hoped and assumed was him falling on his bed as prophesized.
She started asking her questions, which were pretty standard things about life on the campus and school groups. But her words fell on deaf ears as I noticed her running her hands slowing up and down the inside of her thighs. I so wished that I could just reach out and stroke her right then, but even a little drunk I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
That’s when she said, “Hey, I have my acceptance letter up in my room. Can you take a look at it? There’s a part I don’t get.”
I nodded and followed her up the stairs, my eyes glued to her ass the whole time. I was so hard that I had to quickly pull my cock up into the loop of my pants to keep it from showing.
“Isn’t Charlie asleep?” I said as we went into her room down the hall from his.
“Passed out more like it. I’ve seen him like this before; nothing short of a bomb going off is going to wake him up,” she said.
I noticed that she wasn’t even looking for her letter. Instead, she was leaning against her desk and looking at me with her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. I had to go for it; I knew if I didn’t make the attempt, I would never forgive myself.
Walking right in front of her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my hands on the small of her back. She felt so warm, even through her shirt. Bending over, I kissed her. She kissed back.
Then she started rubbing my hard shaft through my pants.
Pulling back, I said, “Are you sure he won’t wake up.”
“I’m sure,” she said, “Watch this.”
I frowned, not knowing what to look at. Then she slapped me across the face. Hard. The crack of her palm on my cheek sounded like a gunshot, and there were no sounds of stirring from Charlie’s room.
I started saying, “What the—“ but Eva went up on her tiptoes and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh of my lip and she looked up into my eyes. My grip around her tightened as the pain mounted, and my cock got so hard that it was pushing the waist of my pants away from my body.
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Gang Banged by Daddy and His Friends
Mandy let the heavy bag fall off her shoulder. It landed with a thud on the floor of her bedroom. She looked around, trying to see if anything had been moved or taken. Everything was still there, from her jewellery box on the dresser to her modest Teddy Bear collection arranged around the pillows on her bed.
There was a knock on the door. Mandy turned and saw her stepdad, Ron, standing in the doorway. He was tall and broad, and a fireman. Many of her high school friends had had crushes on him.
Ron walked in and sat on the bed, “So. Kiddo, how was your first year at college?” She hated how he still called her “kiddo.” God, she thought, I’m 19 years old. Even annoyed at him, she had still missed him.
“Amazing,” Mandy said, hugging him while he sat. She’d forgotten how firm the muscles of his back were. All the better to save ladies in distress with, she thought with a smile. She gasped a little as she felt her pussy get wet. Her stepdad pulled back from her, holding her by the upper arms, a look of concern on his face.
“Everything okay, kiddo?”
She smiled and nodded, uns
ure how to process how she was feeling. Ron had been married to her mother for almost ten years now, and she usually thought of him as “dad.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ron said, the concern wiped away and replaced with a smile of his own, “Your mother is out of town for the next few days. I’ve decided it’ll be a great opportunity for a poker game with some of the guys from the hall.”
Mandy shivered as she got wetter still. A whole room full of burly firemen? Her smile this time was genuine, though Ron didn’t know the true reason for it.
“That sounds great, Ron. I hope you guys have lots of fun.”
Ron patted her on the arms and then let go of her, standing up. “Why don’t you see if you can do anything with your friends? I’m sure some of them are home from school now, too.” After Ron left the room, Mandy sat on the bed where he’d been sitting. The spot was still nice and warm from where his firm ass had pressed into it. Another shiver moved through her.
None of her friends were home from their first years yet. She was the first, since her college finished earliest. With her mom not being home, and with no friends around, she was going to have to fend for herself to find something to do.
Well, there was one thing that she knew would keep her entertained. For a while, at least. Mandy got up and closed the door. There was no lock on it; Ron and her mom didn’t like the idea of locks in their home. She’d just have to be quiet.
Lying down on the bed, Mandy undid her pants slowly, being careful not to make any noise while bringing the zipper down. Mandy slipped her fingers into her underwear and began slowly stroking her shaved slit. She closed her eyes, bringing to mind one guy she’d liked from school who’d been in her Psych 101 class. She imagined how he’d look without his clothes on, how big he would be when he was hard. Then she started thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside her.
Unbidden, her fantasy boy from school changed into her stepdad. A look of concentration and ecstasy etched his face as he rammed his big, hard cock into his stepdaughter’s tight and young pussy.
Mandy yanked her hand out and sat up. She took a long time to think, the minutes on the clock dropping away.
When she had finally decided on what she was going to do, she could barely contain her feelings. Her body needed the touch of a man (of several men, actually, she thought) and it needed it soon.
Mandy knew she had to get to work right away, glancing at the clock. There probably wasn’t much time before her stepdad’s friends started to arrive. She immediately started rooting through her bag, through her dresser and her closet, looking for just the right things to wear.
She’d never really pictured herself as one of those girls doing it with a bunch of guys at the same time, but now she could think of nothing else.
Mandy had just finished getting ready when the doorbell rang. She heard her stepdad answer it. It went again a few minutes later. How many guys were coming? She thought probably no more than four or five all told. Would that be enough for her? It would have to be, she knew.
Watching the clock, she let an hour slip by. It would be best if they were all a little loosened up by alcohol. By the sounds of it, they were. Laughter and conversation filtered upstairs, gradually getting louder. Standing in front of the mirror, Mandy pushed at her small but firm tits. This is it, she thought.
Making her way downstairs, she found them all seated around a circular table in the den. Counting her stepdad, there were four big and strong firemen all laughing and drinking as they played at poker between jokes and stories. She leaned against the doorframe, curving her body to accentuate her figure.
Some guy whose name she thought was Dan saw her first. He whistled. The rest of the guys stopped and turned to look at her. Ron was smiling.
“Hey, kiddo, come to play a few hands with the boys?” Ron said, his face a little flushed from his drinking. His friends chuckled.
“Yeah, of course,” Mandy said.
She walked into the room. Ron started to stand to get her a chair, but she lifted her skirt a little and sat on his lap.