Friday, April 22, 2016

Breaking The Slut

My good friend David wrote this exciting and interesting incest story, and he wanted it posted here for everyone. He's written two other incest stories for me already which are on this site already, and this one is a little different. It's about a mom and step-dad who teach their daughter a lesson, as she loved dressing like a slut, so they treat her like one. A very hot story. ;)

Breaking the Slut
by David

Even as I pounded my raging hard cock into her tight pussy, I found myself wondering if it was for real. I mean right over there next to her, pinching and pulling at the hard nipples of this hot little slut and urging me on as I fucked her was her mom... the woman I had married only a couple of months earlier. But that same mom was now demanding that I punish her daughter, my step-daughter now, severely for dressing like such a slut.

Here she was, her ankles and wrists spread wide and tied to the bed posts above her head so that her pussy was as exposed and helpless as much as it possibly could be and my big cock was giving that tight little hole - her slut hole as her mom called it - no mercy. The feelings of primal lust that I was feeling I blamed on the girl, and I took my anger out on her for making me so aroused.

I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her slightly as I fucked her harder and harder. She didn't notice, though. She had her head thrown back and was moaning like a cheap whore as she came. This little slut was being punished for making me want her so badly. Her pussy was getting no mercy from me.

To back up a little bit, I had actually met my wife Diana through this same girl, her daughter, Alissa. I am a science teacher and Alissa was in my class. Being the normal, red-blooded male that I am, Alissa had attracted my attention just like she attracted the attention of every boy at school.

She was the epitome of the high school slut with long blonde hair, a cute face, pretty blue eyes, and a body that looked like it was custom designed for fucking. She seemed to know instinctively that she didn't need to worry about working hard, that boys (or men) would always be there for her. So, instead she seemed to concentrate on finding the tightest and most revealing clothes money could buy. It was not at all unusual for her to show up in a skirt that barely covered that hot ass of hers and a stretch top that barely contained her large tits. Best of all, her tiny little frame made her look more like 16 years old instead of 18.

Anyways, Diana was much like her so when I met her at a parent-teacher conference, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Or, more exactly, I couldn't stop thinking about those great tits that were almost falling out of her tight little dress. I called her a few days later and we started dating. Diana was so hot and so fun that we were married within a year.

Looking back at that time, I maybe should have seen what was coming. Diana loved to come dressed up like a school girl to my classroom after the students had left and play fantasies with me as her teacher. She would always cum the hardest when I would push her over my desk, flip up her little skirt, and take her from behind.

As I fucked her, Diana would often act like she was pleading with me to stop, saying things like, "I won't be such a slut anymore, Mr. Richards." Or, "I won't play with my pussy in class anymore." Basically, anything to make me want to slam into her even harder until we both would have explosive orgasms. As I fucked her, I wondered if her own teachers from high school had taken her in this same way. My guess was that more than one lucky guy had fucked her when she was a teenager.

Weekend Lez Lovers

Carlie wrote this a couple years ago and the title speaks for itself on what it's about. Happy reading. :)

Weekend Lez Lovers
By Carlie

"I still can't believe he stood me up," I exclaimed to my best friend Alisha. "He is the one who asked me out, then never met me at the theatre!"

"You never know, maybe he couldn't make it, Jen. And since you don't have a cell phone, he couldn't call you to let you know."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It still sucks. So, want to come over and keep me company? My parents are going out for dinner and I don't want to be here alone."

"Sure. I'll be over soon." As soon as I hung up, I knew that tonight would be the night that I made love to my best friend of 12 years. My parents weren't coming home until the early morning so I had plenty of time to seduce her.

Alisha walked into the house with her overnight bag and we went straight up to my room. We turned on a movie and talked for a little bit. "Hey, I'm going to go change for bed. I'll be right back," I said.

"Ok, I'll change while you're gone."

Perfect. I grabbed what was normally my nightshirt, but I had a sheer black teddy wrapped inside of it so she wouldn't see. I walked out of the room, and pulled it to meet the frame without actually closing it. I could see Alisha changing in the mirror and as she stripped, I got more and more turned on. Her perfect white skin that had rarely been touched by the sun, her slim waist and flared hips. Her gorgeous breasts, high and firm with pointed pink nipples, begging to be ravished by me.

She stripped completely bare and I saw for the first time ever her neatly trimmed bush. She never shaved, but she kept herself well groomed I knew. The sight was almost too much. As she pulled on a pair of loose boxer shorts over her bare ass and a little camisole, I turned and went to the bathroom. I took off my clothes and couldn't help myself. As I pulled off each item of clothing I stroked whatever body part I could reach. My breasts, my tummy, my ass, my thighs. Each touch made me so hot. When I was finally standing nude in the bathroom I ran my hands over my breasts again, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I heard a slight gasp in the hallway and dropped my hands. Was Alisha watching me, the way I had watched her? I walked to the door and peeked out. I saw the door to my bedroom closing behind her and smiled. This was going to be easier than I thought. I hurried and finished dressing, no longer needing to touch myself because I could see the rest of the night in my head. Alisha would do all of the touching I needed.

CSS 7 - New Teacher

In this next chapter, Lacey decides to take a new class while in college and the teacher is new himself, Lacey wanting him badly even as she learns he is married but she doesn't care, as she wants his cock badly and sets out to get that very thing that drives her completely insane with lust, the two meeting for some very hot motel sex on a Saturday morning until afternoon. :)

This was written for you Charlie. Thank you for everything you've done for me. Enjoy. :)

College Coed Series:
Chapter 7 - New Teacher

By Silky

The new teacher Lacey had just met a few days earlier had just pulled up in front of the house to pick her up for there date, his fancy car getting the best of her as she looked over the sleek and sexy looking ‘65 Corvette, the man inside just as handsome and sexy himself, him getting out of the car and approaching her with a big bright smile upon his face as he looked over her sexy and alluring slim figure waiting for him.

3 Days Earlier

The man had only just begun teaching at the college and Lacey wasted no time in getting his attention as he stood in front of her in a new class she wanted to take, the bulge in his pants her noticing first and she wanted it. She wanted it badly and with her sly looks and giving the new teacher glimpses of her bare pussy under her skirt as she spread and crossed her legs many times on purpose during the class, it didn’t take long for the new teacher to see she was inviting him in to her lustful desire for him.

The new teachers name was Dr. Charlie, as he wanted to be addressed as, and he was in his early 40’s, married with 2 kids, and had 2 cats as pets. He was tall, dark, handsome, and an eye catcher for sure to all the girls in the class, but Lacey was determined to get him first and used every technique she knew of and had been successful with in the past, to get him to want her too.

With her endless crotch shots and sexy looks towards the new teacher, the man most definitely looking up her skirt class after class, he finally said something to her about it, “Lacey, can you meet me after class please?” She knew she had him now and all she could do was smile to herself and think of his big hard cock in her mouth as she fantasized about the two of them together, ‘arm in arm, strolling down a path near a lake, sitting down for a picnic, her hands pulling out his cock, sucking it, him wanting her pussy, her spreading for him, his mouth on her pussy…..’ then wham!, the bell rings for the class to end, her fantasy ended abruptly, her vision gone for now, but surely she would make it come true if it were the last option on Earth.

Daddy's Angel

I got a kick out of this story here, written by a good friend who has written a few stories much like this one, but this one here is funny too. It's funny in how it's written and what is said, which you will see as you read through it. It's a hot, and I mean an extremely fucking HOT incest story about a dad and his daughter, the daughter leading the way like the little slut she is. It's long too, so give yourself some extra time to read it as it's worth it. :)

Daddy's Angel
by David

I couldn't help myself. Lord, she was... well hell! She was just so damned beautiful! What's a man do to, huh? I mean, just because she's my daughter, that don't mean that she's not a woman...

A woman with firm... succulent, bouncing... jiggling... beautiful squeezable GODDAMNED FUCKING GLORIOUS TITS!!!

It's hard, you know. I mean, you work all day long, sweat your fucking gonads off and bust your back seventeen times before lunch, break new blisters on your hands every day and then you run the risk of being laid off without any notice... and for what?

For a lousy paycheck that MIGHT make it through till the next one comes along except that you've got a wife who stays perpetually pissed because it's not big enough, and to prove it, she goes out and spends the whole damn thing in two days and then nags you the rest of the week because there's not enough money.

"What'd you do with my paycheck? I just brought it home Friday?!"

"Don't you yell at me, Herb. It's not my fault that you've turned your life into a case study for failure. You could have done a lot of things but you were too stupid and lazy and worthless and so now we have to scrape by on a paltry salary that couldn't be expected to support a cat... let alone a family."

"I asked you, what the fuck did you spend the money on? I don't see nothing new! Where'd it go? How come you don't know nothing about managing a budget."

"Oh yes... I see. It's always my fault... isn't it Herb? It's always my fault because YOU don't earn enough money. You can't make a decent wage, but it's my fault because I don't know how to manage a budget."

And so it went... every week... month after month... year after year... Depressing... damned depressing.

You can figure out how many nights I'd come home with a hard-on wanting to fuck her... oh by the way, her name's Isabel. I mean, I'm gonna stay awake at nights thinking about her? Shit I am.

Trouble is, she's not too bad looking either... nice tits... a sweet face whenever she remembers how to smile... but Christ, what a bitch. Meanest bitch you'll ever see.

Then, there's Cassie... our little girl. My angel. Cassie got her mother's body... but so far she doesn't seem to be nowhere near as mean, you know.