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妖精さんとらぶらぶ和姦えっちがした委員会

People who try to silence the researchers who support us are not your friends.
People who advocate conversion therapy because "it would help MAPs escape the stigma" are not your friends.
People who demand you give up on basic rights and equality in exchange for acceptance are not your friends.

These people will never be satisfied. They will slowly chip away at your position until you find yourself advocating for all MAPS to me monitored and kept away from children "for their own good." And they won't stop there. They'll demand we engage in whatever thinly-disguised version of conversion therapy they think works until we've been "fixed" until we're forced to lie about our attractions, even under anonymity, for our own safety, from both you and them. If you give them the chance, they'll destroy our support networks, take our jobs, our housing, our children, and if they can ever justify doing so, our lives. If you support these people, if you alter your position to appease them, if you let them take away the community we've built up to protect ourselves, you are a danger to MAPs. l've spent too much time protecting this community and the people in it whom about deeply to let anyone destroy it. If you advocate or back assimilationism, I will fight tooth and nail to ensure you never succeed. These are my friends, and I won't let anyone, no matter how noble their intentions, hurt them in the slightest if can help it.

The storm lingered over the valley, lightning illuminating the world for brief moments at a time. Thunder rolled across the hills, as though a thousand cannon relinquished their loads simultaneously in a cacophonous din. This would be a night to remember.

In one little house at the end of a dirt road, a little girl twisted uncomfortably in her sleep, subconsciously aware of the violent chaos outside of her window. As her dreams twisted and shifted, the sky flashed once more with great intensity, the light streaming past her curtains and onto her contorted face. The thunder slammed into the house with a bang, making her sit up abruptly in her bed, the sudden shift from dream to reality causing her to blur the lines between the two.

Fear emanated from her face, tears welling in her auburn eyes as she hid under her covers and looked out of the window at the torrential rain falling from the heavens. Another flash made her squeak and duck her head into the safety of her duvet, but the thunder that followed shook her resolve. Fright turned to flight as she threw off her covers and rushed out of her room and down the hall.

Without any regard for what might be on the other side, the little girl burst through her parents' door and headed straight for their bed. Both were asleep, undisturbed by the presence of merely one of a thousand storms in their lifetimes. Whether out of habit or by luck, the little girl managed to climb over the foot of the bed and onto the mattress without waking either of them. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the room and making the girl squeak as she slid up between her parents and clung to her father's askew leg.

Like a monkey on a branch, she grasped at her father's leg and buried her face against his side. Her heart raced as she tried to ignore the storm, trying to focus on the calm rhythmic breathing of her father and gentle snores of her mother. Subconsciously out of habit, she allowed her free hand to wander up and down his leg, playing with the nearly invisible hairs and feeling the softness of his skin.

As though slowly surfacing out of a pool of water, her mind finally registered the sensations being sent by her hand. Pulling her head back slightly, she finally realized that her father was naked, just as another lightning flash illuminated his form to her gaze for a brief moment.

Fear was momentarily forgotten as she stared at the place in the darkness where something had been revealed for a mere instant. A rod, thick and hard, stood proudly in the dark mere inches from her face and hand. As though compelled by an unseen force, she slid her hand along the uneven surface of his pelvis until it came into contact with the base of his member, feeling it flex and bob in time with his heartbeat.

Curiosity began to fully replace her fear as she attempted to wrap her fingers around the base of this new toy. She stopped when she realized something sticky was on her fingers, pulling them away. The close proximity to her face brought a waft from her fingers to her nose, the smell intriguing to her senses. The remnants of her parents coital bliss coated her fingers, and without a second thought she brought them to her lips.

The taste was unique, a strange combination of salty, tangy, and sweet all in one. The little girl decided she wanted another taste, and this time directly from the source. Gently, she pulled his member down and towards her lips, tongue outstretched to gently flick across the tip of his cock and eliciting a rumble out of her daddy's chest. She paused, not wanting to wake him up and spoil her opportunity for exploration. Impatience would outweigh cautiousness, and she tried to get a taste again.

After a few swipes, the last remaining flavors from his tip coated her tongue, yet her newfound hunger had not been satiated. She shifted higher against his leg, pulling her face closer to the source of the intoxicating smell. Caution had been replaced by haste, and in making this abrupt motion, she had awoken her mother, who gently raised her head in a groggy stupor to survey the dark room.

When the next lightning flash revealed the room, the mother stifled a gasp as she saw her little girl in the process of sucking her first cock all while she wrapped her legs around her father's leg. His rhythmic breathing and stupefied expression confirmed his continued slumber, indicating to her that this was very much her daughter's idea. She felt the bed bob slightly in time with her head's motions, and as her mind finally registered the scene playing out mere inches to her left, she could not help but feel her pussy clench in response, both of their cum threatening to seep from her well fucked cunt.

The little girl savored the last of the flavor before her hyper focus on her father's cock shifted, now sensing a burning need emanating from between her legs. She gripped his leg tighter with her own, his knee grinding against a button she had not fully realized existed until this moment. Her hips jerked of their own accord as two different bolts of lightning simultaneously illuminated the room and coursed up her spine.

She could not help herself, a hand sliding down to coat her fingers in the juices that now dripped slowly from her pussy as she saw her daughter intentionally masturbating herself against her husband and unintentionally stroking his cock. Her own clit stood proudly and firm in the cold night air in tandem with her nipples as her breath quickened in solidarity with her daughter. She dare not interrupt this beautiful moment of self discovery, but she would be damned if she did not enjoy it by proxy.

The sensations between her legs grew exponentially, making the little girl moan and bury her face in her father's pelvis and breathe in his musk. The smells, sensations, and pleasures melded into a waking dream the she clung to like a lifeline, allowing it to drag her closer and closer to a precipice she had not yet experienced. With a whimper and one last heave of her hips, she launched off of that edge, falling deep into orgasmic bliss as her limbs twitched and her pussy quivered.

Her mother sensed the finale playing out next to her, the mere thought creating a sympathetic crescendo in her own rhythmic ministrations. The overwhelming pleasure forced a small moan to escape from her chest, the sound causing the little girl to stiffen suddenly and turn her head around. As the lightning from the now retreating storm illuminated the room once more, their eyes locked, fear in the daughter's eyes being replaced by the love and lust present in her mother's gaze.

A hand reached out to cup the girl's flushed cheek, bringing with it the addicting scent that had initiated the whole scenario. Without thinking, the girl turned her cheek, sucking one of her mother's fingers into her mouth and savoring the flavors. The dying din of the storm gave way to the wet sounds of sucking and fingering as the little girl's mother penetrated both her own pussy as well as the wet mouth of her daughter.

The motion and growing intensity in the room seemed to crack through the slumber, as the father's head raised in the darkness. His first thoughts focused on the hand wrapped around his cock, far too small to be that of his wife's, followed by an acknowledgement of the familiar sounds of masturbation and arousal coming from next to him in the bed. His hand reached out to the lamp next to him, the dim bulb bringing clarity to the darkness and revealing the lewd scene. His member jumped as his sleep addled brain processed what was occuring, his eyes locking with his wife's in a moment of understanding. The raw unbridled lust on her face was soon reflected on his as the doors of possibility opened in both of their minds.

As though to confirm those possibilities, the mother reached over to join her daughter's in holding his cock. Slow, firm stroking brought him to full staff as the little girl's eyes widened in amazement and innocent arousal. Both hands of both girls were busy in masturbatory fervor, searching frantically for another release within themselves all while slowly pushing him towards his second of the night. This singular drive would force all three to forego sleep that evening, as the first steps of their daughter's true awakening had begun to unfold.

(hope you had a good cummie from this ... if enough people like this one i might finish it but it's long enough already so i thought i would stop for now)

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Ben's mom wasn't too strict, but she had three rules he had to follow no matter what.

The first rule was that he wasn't allowed to wear clothes in the house.

The second rule was that he always had to sleep in the same bed as his mom.

The third rule was that when mom started doing all that weird stuff that made his peepee feel all tingly he couldn't make too much noise.

Still on board with turning TERFs and radfems into unwilling cocksleeves for transgirls and transguys. Force them into birthing a new generation of progressive and foreword minded kids.

just want to mindwipe some cuties and use their bodies like disposable toys

Your best friend giving you a pantyjob with her daughter's dirty panties

It’s normal to go over to a friend’s house and rub your girlcock over all her clean panties while she’s showering, right?

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Momoi and Midori from Blue Archive!

I love proving bigots right by being a filthy, perverted trans pedo. I want to corrupt pretty cis children and make them sluts who worship and serve their trans pedo masters.

Cis children need to learn their place in society as fucktoys for trans adults to use whenever we please