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Housesitting turns into an odyssey.
Innocent wife kidnapped and forced into prostitution.
Highland warrior takes his clan enemy.
He's ready to make a baby...whether she wants to, or not.
A story about me teasing and seducing my father in law.
Kidnapped woman ends up missing her captor
A mother gets caught helping her son.
Virgin loses it to her friend's father.
Mother wants grandchildren; her son wants ass.
Wife Michelle goes to work at a whorehouse.
He seduces & impregnates his friend's mom.
Men & women forced to copulate for profit.
Drunk girl gets knocked up by the station master.
Stepmother finds alternate way to get pregnant.
Mum becomes surrogate mother for her son.
Bobbie impregnates his new step sister.
He takes his young niece and impregnates her.
White couple finds a sperm donor to help wife conceive.
Elizabeth two months into her marriage goes black.
Ginger college chick gets bred by a neighbour in his jacuzzi.
A horny teen's journey into motherhood.
College bound girl experiences a change of life.
Sister-in-law needs help getting pregnant.
Pretty wife accompanies her husband to the deer hunting camp.
What do you say when your sister wants a baby?
Husband pushes his wife until her hidden lust is ignited.
Daddy's little girl is late and daddy is not happy.
Brother and sister find love while rooming together.
Impregnating my Sister-n-Law and making her my slut.
He helps a black man impregnate his white wife.
Indian guy has his beautiful aunt and impregnates her.
He takes his brother's wife as she sleeps to get an heir.
Two friends catch their parents cheating.
Daddy keeps enjoying his Father's Day with drunken daughter.
The affair with my father in law continues...
Daughter hatches plan to get pregnant by Daddy.
Married woman makes a request of her sister.
Daughter & best friend deepen relationships.
How I made my Indian sister-n-law my slut.
Bored wife goes to a club with her friends.
Batman finds pattern with women in Gotham, including Catwoman.
She is forced to have sex to be an actress.
Sadi just graduated, now daddy owns her.
Emma gets used to being uncle's fucktoy and gets knocked up.
Sexy 18-year-old neighbor drops by before costume party.
He wants a baby still and he's gonna use force.
Kidnapped siblings must have sex to earn their freedom.
My sister in law says no regrets, and I take her up on that.
My cheating wife makes me her accepting cuckold.
A new beauty impregnated in front of her boyfriend
Steven assfucks Loretta before Lisa, her sister arrives.
My wife and I live out my deviant fantasy.
Will the wives submit to the beast that keeps breeding them?
Young teen Taylor is forced to have sex with father's BFF.
A naive young woman submits to her first gang bang.
Woman stalks & traps mayor, forcing him to impregnate her.
A desperate scientist uses his lab assistant as a subject.
A man cheats on his wife with a college cutie.
Seduced into knocking up twin sisters.
Steven dirty talks Todd's wife as he fucks her sister.
Bobby impregnates his younger step sister.
Jilly gets forced to go bareback with her fiance and priest.
Reuben takes advantage of Rachel's position.
Superman makes Power Girl feel less alone.
Helping my drunk neighbor back to her bed has its benefits.
Another unique way of getting pregnant.
His slutty daughter doesn't care if his wife sees.
A jilted woman seeks release and gets knocked up.
And mama, the daughter, makes three generations.
Victoria is made to perform for Michael.
Young wife experiences car problems.
Eight friends become stranded on a tropical island.
Husband and wife go to a bar and company follows them home.
John joins the five mile high club with several women.
Busty teacher seduces an eager young man.
Hypnotist fulfills a shy virgin's wish by impregnating her.
My wife plans to have me impregnate the help.
Terri turns to her stepfather when she wants a baby.
A foolish executive woman falls prey to a fraudster.
Fusing the DNA of plants with humans.
Bobby meets and impregnates his real mother.
A story of accidental impregnation and anal sex.
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Valentines Day, alcohol, loneliness, and daddy. Uh oh!
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What Have I Done A father takes his daughter while on a family vacation.
Accidents Happen! A brother and sister make a discovery.
Daddy's Breeding Slut Virginal Lucy gets knocked up by Dad.
Sitting on My Son's Lap A five hour car ride to college.
Lust in the Backseat Father and daughter play while Mom is driving.
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My partner and I had just broken up. It wasn't that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one I was most ready to settle down with. We'd been together for a year and I had thought that we were on a great track that had a promising future. And I was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of our lifestyle. But when I told her that I didn't think that I was truly a "lesbian", she took offense. It didn't matter that I was genuinely attracted to her, or that we had great chemistry. In the end, I wasn't "real". My bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before. As a result I ended up back home over Valentine's Day weekend.
That's kind of how I got into the situation that I currently find myself in. I was thinking that I would just get some time away from the pressures of school and the break up and take a breather. My sisters, normally my support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big February 14th. Not me. I would just be home alone with my dad.
That's the other part of my situation, my dad. I love him to death, but sometimes he is a bit immature. That and he is a typical guy. Despite growing up with a coop full of hens, he never did learn much about us. Three daughters and our mother and still never quite got clued in. So when I asked to come over for the romance holiday he had promised me a fun care-free time.
And he had delivered. He managed to take my mind off my break up, my ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again. Course, he managed to do that by getting us both smashed. I had driven the hour from campus to the house I had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops. Typical dad.
The plan for Valentine's Day was to drink. He had about a dozen dumb comedy movies to watch, ranging from the "Three Stooges" right up until the latest straight to DVD "National Lampoon". We had started drinking right away. At first it was cocktails and lighter beers. But by the time we had gotten to "Animal House" we were crashing back shots of the hard stuff in some random rhythm or game. I think the game was based on eighties catch phrases. We each were allowed to choose one cliché and every time a character used it, the other person had to take a shot.
Needless to say, by the time midnight hit, we were both totally smashed. In fact, I don't really remember midnight at all. I just remember hitting the bed. When I woke four hours later, I had a splitting headache and extraordinarily parched throat. I was downstairs in the den bedroom and my role model father was past out beside me, snoring heavily. I tried waking him, but he didn't budge, so I went to the kitchen for several glasses of water.
I was a little surprised by the intensity of the mess we had left and the amount of alcohol we had consumed. I am normally not a heavy drinker and never have really pushed the limits of my intake, but I figured out that I wasn't a light weight that night. Cans, bottles, glasses, and cartons all littered the rooms. Smatterings of snacks and wrappers joined the mix. After finding a somewhat clean glass, that I was pretty sure was mine (the lipstick on the edge kind of was a give away), I poured a glass of water. The filtered stuff was in the fridge, and I was a bit fearful that light would inflict a rise in the already devastating headache.
I guzzled water for a good ten minutes, weakly supporting myself against the edge of the sink until I was sure my bladder was going to blow. I took what had to be a record pee and probably fell asleep sitting on the toilet for a bit too. When I finally made my grand and lady-like exit from the restroom I decided to change and head back to bed. My bag was right by the door where I left it, so I changed into my nightie (a XXL ACDC T-shirt that had been a gift from a friend) and managed to wobbly make my way back to the bedroom.
My dad had managed to move a little farther into the center of the bed and was still snoring quite loudly. Still a little buzzed, I giggled listening to his deep nasally breaths. I had never known that he snored and wondered if this was something related to his drinking or aging. He wasn't really an old man by any means. In early fifties, he was still in what he called combat fitness, a silly term he had picked up from a brief kick in the Marines when he was a youth. His black hair was now laced with gray, which resulted in him having that refined regality that only older men can get. His sharp jaw line and broad shoulders finished the look perfectly. Pretty handsome.
Me, and my sisters, all had gotten our mother's looks. The same long brunette hair, broad curls, coy dark eyes, and pouty lips. We also had gotten her figure- long legs, full chest and hips, and small waists. We could have been models if we had been born ten years earlier, before the advent of the bulimic/ anorexic super model. If we wanted, we probably could still model for plenty of publications. None of them reputable.
But at the point in time, I wasn't thinking about myself, just how cute he looked. It was kind of one of those standing trance things that happens when you are tired and creatively inebriated. After waking from another doze off, I crawled back into bed and snuggled my way up close to him. One of his legs was kicked out, taking up the lower half of the bed so I pushed in, practically spooning. I tried going to sleep, but found myself a little caught off guard by a wave of emotional remembrance. It started with my ex, progressed its way to my mom, then back to my ex again.
I was thinking about the time when I had brought up my bisexuality. We had just finished a regular good night round of love making and were chatting afterwards. She had brought up the possibility of us having a child together, either through adoption or in vitro. I had asked how she would feel if we had a mutual guy friend of ours do it. I had told her I preferred knowing who the dad was and would enjoy doing it the natural way. She had made some off the cuff remark about me being straight and I had just come out and told her that I wasn't entirely convinced that I was completely gay.
Then the fight had started and we had been split up by the time we woke up the next morning. A lot of stuff happens at night for me. And this would be no exception.
By the time I had broken from my daydream I realized that I was a bit aroused. That wasn't unusual as I was almost always horny, but usually regularly satiated during the course of a day. Going one day, much less four days without sex, was a daunting task. And now I had the familiar glowing warmth beginning in the pit of my stomach and spreading downward. But what made it unusual was the fact that I was in bed with my dad.
Only to complicate things, I could feel my dad's penis pushing against my backside, just between my upper thighs and behind the rear of my cleft. Like most guys, he had a perpetual hard on that was rising at the most inopportune of times.
With my labia just beginning to feel the swelling of desire, his mushroom shaped head was a curse. I had tried to ignore its contact at first, but found myself having a growing fascination with its point of contact and the movements it made when he breathed in and out in a deep sleep.
I am sure that some of you are a little grossed out by this revelation. But as I have already said, I had been drinking and wasn't in possession of my full faculties. Considering this, I hope you can cut me some slack for this and for what comes next.
Rather then take the natural daughter reaction and recoil, I lingered. And thought about it some more. And lingered some more. All the while, I got a little more curious, a little wetter, and a little more ready to do something else.
The next move was a small one, cautious to be sure. I pushed back. The movement sent the tip of his penis a little farther in between my thighs and a little closer to the center of all my life's troubles. Now his angled length was just applying a firm presence to the rear lips of my vagina.
And it felt good! Really quite good. I don't know how I managed to disconnect my conscience or common sense or whatever but I did. I had fantasized once or twice in my life about family members, father included, but usually it was just for a story I was writing or for a little role playing. When I was younger my sisters and I had experimented quite a bit, but had gone our separate ways without ever engaging in a truly intentional sexual encounter. Perhaps that all contributed to my disconnect and progression.
My shirt was pulled tightly against my cleft, over my ass, and over my shoulders. It was kind of applying a bit too much pull to my neck, so I pulled it free from between us. The removal of the barrier, even one millimeter of it made it a significant difference. I felt the first of a series of powerful spasms that preempted a jump in lust within me.
I moved my torso a little farther forward on the bed, so that my ass could slight ever so farther back over the head of his penis. The movement enable the desired shift and soon I could feel the thick tip of his manhood pressing through his athletic shorts and into the camel toe that had formed in my panties. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, wondering whether or not he would wake and pondering what to do next.
Of course, it was an obvious decision to make. At least it was for me. I rocked my hips. I was slow, deliberate, and intentional. Ever so quietly I pushed back and forth over his tenting shorts. It was like some sort of taboo masturbation. I could feel my nipples poking through the thin material of my tee as I grew more and more aroused by the sensation of my lips being pulled apart by the combined presence of panties, shorts, and cock. My strokes were slow enough that the warm liquid which quickly filled the gash had the chance to cool.
The shift in temperature and contact was an exquisite torture and I found my own breathing growing heavier and heavier. My hands couldn't resist further temptation and pulled my shirt up over my breasts, so they could have direct access. One of them would support my head in the crook of my arm, while the other tugged and pulled on a turgid nipple or two.
As my father's penis pushed farther and farther into the space of my pussy, my pleasure grew and grew. It seemed as if some itch lurked just out of reach of his penis' touch and the only way to satisfy it would be to ram it into my depths. Of course, that would probably wake him, and I couldn't allow that. So I contentedly rubbed myself off on his cock.
Over and over again I would buck my hips onto the first inch of his penis. I could tell there was more there, if only I could access it. But did I dare?
With my own juices easily lubricating outward, covering my pussy, my panties, and his shorts in a thick coating of mess, I found myself thinking there was no other choice. I momentarily released my hold on my tit and reached between my legs and tugged my boy shorts down, until they were at my ankles.
Then I went to work on his shorts. It was slow going. The first time I touched him, he lurched in his sleep. It startled me and I quickly pulled my own hand back and pretended to sleep for a few minutes, wondering whether or not he was awake. When I heard his snoring return to a regular rhythm, I assumed it was safe to resume my attempt. This time when I touched his penis, he twitched only a little, and I let my hand linger on the hot piece of flesh pressing angrily into is fabric prison.
I didn't stroke him or anything like that. Just petted it a bit. Kind of brushed my fingers up and over it, rubbing the wet tip of his shorts with my thumb, until I was certain more could be attempted. Of course stroking a cock through clothing had its own element of eroticism and my snatch managed to retain its generous moisture level.
After a little more mutual petting of his cock and my pussy, I shifted my attention to the hem of his shorts. It was another torturously slow process, with several near misses and risky moves. But when it was done, I had a well hung man throbbing in my hand.
Once I managed to let go of the warm sizable length, I pressed my naked ass close once more. The cock, now free of its prison twitched and jumped of its own volition, its purple 'shroom shaped head brushing over my sensitive backside and scraping against my soft skin. I was toying with my clit, while I contemplated the contacts and encounters of our two naked regions. I got myself off for the first time like that. He had moved forward, his cock pushing its way between my ass cheeks. The sudden heat separating my two globes had gotten me there. With his cock throbbing against me, I had come, small gasps and shudders of pleasure breaking from my pussy's depths and spreading upwards and outwards until I squeaked to maintain control of my movements. Upon its settling, I found my fingers covered in my own juices and my body dissatisfied.
A little disconcerted that I still wanted more I went to work again. After licking my fingers clean, savoring my taste (a habit an old lover had established), and returning them once more to my quivering lips, I decided to kick it up a gear. With my hand once again coated in natural lubricant, I reached between my thighs and pulled his dick forward once again.
Once it was pressed in that sweet spot at the back of my cunny, I started to rock all over. My shifts and thrusts were gentle at first, but as his dick progress farther and farther over the length of labia and outer lips, I became a little more urgent in my need.
The head of his cock was pasted with my pussy's output and glided easily between my lips and about a half inch in before it slipped out the backside. Course its exit was only temporary. I couldn't handle a second or two without feeling that firm piece of flesh filling me once more.
As my desire built, and another orgasm approached, I became less and less in control of what I was doing. The smooth swipes of his cock through the entrance of my twat faded like a cloud in sunlight. Soon I was pushing his cock a little further inside of me. Each new half inch promised more and my familiar needy itch asked for a little more depth. And silly me, out of control and in heat, granted its wish. With gentle pressure from my hips, the direction of his cock
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