🏳️‍🌈 kinky quill 🪶 @qwirkleracer@gameliberty.club

that moment when you realize that you will never unsee those erotic things and nothing else "normal" will ever be enough to make both your mind and nethers explode in raw ecstacy ... and then you realize the only way to make it better is to find others to share it with :3

The message sat unopened on her screen, tempting and teasing her with its mere existence. A small part of her guessed at what lay within thanks to rumors she had heard at school from some of the older girls at lunch time. There always seemed to be one course of action when a boy wanted your attention online: the more desperate the boy, the more likely the outcome.

She brought up a slender finger to the touchscreen and tapped the digital envelope. Instantly she found herself mere inches away from a picture of the object of her curiosity. A slender little rod filled the screen, most of it partially out of focus. The poor quality of the selfie made it impossible to see any real detail of the immature cock while the boy's stomach partially covered by a hand were perfectly in focus. She frowned, equal parts frustrated and disappointed, her free hand absentmindedly playing with the hem of her skirt.

Her thumb skated across the glass surface as a response formed on the screen. Words of admonishment mixed with emoji served to hammer home her point, not accepting the second rate selfie as an equal trade for her own. Despite having only asked for a pic of his face and chest, the opportunity for better pictures of the lad's appendage sent a tingle down her spine and between her legs. She swiped back to the social media app she had been scrolling through to try to cool down, as she did not want to cede control of the conversation over to the eager boy.

A few long moments passed before her phone buzzed, another envelope indicating a second image having arrived. This time there was no hesitation, her finger flying up to tap the icon and bring the response to the forefront. The picture that greeted her this time was much clearer and more interesting to her naive eyes.

The boy stood a small distance from the camera, hands on his hips as though proudly displaying his naked body, all while his blushing face revealed the shy awkwardness that he felt. In stark contrast to the rest of his body language, his little cock stood at full mast, firmly pointing just to the right of where the camera was positioned. Uncut and covered, the head of the shaft still remained hidden to the lustful gaze of the little girl.

She stared at the image, hand subconsciously gliding across the front of her panties as she debated on her next step. The reality of the deal she had made finally dawning on her and making her pause. Much to her own surprise, her reticence lasted for only a brief moment before she hooked a thumb into her panties and pulled.

Across town, the boy kneeled at the edge of his bed, head rhythmically bobbing. His babysitter ran her fingers through the boy's hair, gently pulling him further down onto her cock as she bucked her hips. The muffled sound of gagging was followed by a moan as she used her toes to stroke the boy's cock as a distraction. A buzzing noise brought her attention back to her phone, quickly tapping the notification in eager anticipation.

The surprise waiting for her was more than she had expected. The little girl sat back on her bed, legs akimbo and skirt flipped up onto her stomach. Absent were her cotton panties which instead hung from between the girl's teeth. One free hand lay across her pubis, fingers gently opening her flushed petals to reveal the wet pink interior within. Her little clit stood hard in contrast to the soft skin that surrounded it, clearly engorged by the lewd act being performed.

She felt a little palm slapping her inner thigh as she realized how hard she had been pulling the boy onto her throbbing shaft. She let go of his hair, his head rocketing back as he coughed from the rough penetration. He sat back on his heels for a moment, swallowing the fluids from both himself and his babysitter that filled his mouth. She watched as a second image arrived, this time a closeup of the little girl's virgin hole being gently probed by a single fingertip.

The babysitter looked down at the boy and smiled. Between the pictures she had taken of him and the smooth talking she had done, the little girl was now wrapped around her teenage finger, and she planned on taking advantage of that. Once she figured out who the girl's parents were, maybe she'd be able to convince them how nice it would be to have a weekend away. She looked down at the obedient boy sliding his lips down her shaft, thinking about how nice it would be to add a new little girl to her list of clients.

Casually, the babysitter scrolled through her "work" phone, past hundreds of picture of boys and girls engaging in naughty behavior. She found another one of the little boy currently between her legs, the image this time accentuating his cute ass, sending it to the girl with a caption asking her if she wanted to come play. The image that came back showed the little girl with the rounded end of a sharpie buried in her tiny cunny.

Painted nails dug into the back of the boy's scalp as she pulled him deep into her cock, a thick load cascading down the back of his throat and into his stomach. The babysitter moaned hard as she realized how easy it was to convince little girls and boys to share when they had similar pictures coming into their inbox. As she let the boy pull the cock from his throat, she snapped a few more photos of his tear stained face, happy to have potential options for later conversations. Now to convince the little girl to get a babysitter ...

[ this was a bit different from my usual fare. hope it still makes you feel good :3 ]

David sidled up behind his wife, planting an exaggerated kiss on the nape of her neck while helping himself to a generous feel of her curved posterior. Sammi leaned back into his grasp, biting her lip and closing her eyes for a second as she enjoyed his morning greeting. The soft nightwear made his handful twice as enjoyable, especially as the cloth slipped from her shoulders revealing the outline of her small but shapely breasts adorned with lace.

"Don't forget about breakfast, hun," he said with mock concern. She nodded and returned her focus to the last of the scrambled eggs. David meandered over to the table and slid into his usual seat, acutely aware of Sammi's eyes locked onto the thinly veiled shapes under his skin tight boxer briefs. He leaned back in his chair, bulge lightly tenting the soft cloth, and smirked as he watched his wife struggle and fail to ignore the temptation to enjoy the show.

A long moment passed before Sammi's innate desire to care for her loved ones superceded her arousal. She finished the last steps needed to complete the meal and distributed fair portions onto four plates. With seemingly effortless grace, she glided across the room with the plates and placed them onto the table, sneaking a kiss onto her beloved's cheek before returning to the kitchen to retrieve four cups of cold water.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made David turn, watching to see which of his children was coming down for breakfast first. Much to his surprise, his son stumbled into the room, groggily rubbing sleep from his half closed eyes. Andy plopped down in a chair, lazily scooping a bite of eggs onto his fork and shoveling it into his mouth. David shook his head at the complete lack of awareness his boy exhibited as he savored his own bite of breakfast.

Sammi smiled as she set a cup down in front of both of her boys, casually noticing the morning stiffness present in both of their laps. She felt her own clit swell as she resolved to help both of them feel better, returning to the kitchen for the last two cups. As she turned, she watched her daughter meander into the room, taking her place at the table and downing half of her brother's water. If Andy noticed Jessie's theft, he gave no external indication, instead absentmindedly pushing another bite into his mouth.

Returning with two more glasses, Sammi checked to make sure her three loves' needs were met before sitting down to her own plate and tucking in. The four sat in silence, each enjoying their own thoughts along with the delicious meal. Unsurprisingly, Andy finished first, his youthful voraciousness and early start creating the impetus to inhale his meal. Hunger still filled his eyes as he looked across the table at his mother, a knowing expression shared between the two. Sammi looked over at David, the unspoken question met with a gentle nod of consent. Seeing this exchange, Andy smiled and slid down his chair and under the table, crawling across the tile to place his hands on his mother's thighs.

She quivered, spreading her legs to give easier access to her son as his hands pushed aside the silk slip to reveal her lacy panties. Two small fingers hooked into the black material and slid it aside with practiced ease. Andy held his head just far enough away for his mother's stiff cock to spring into view without impacting his chin, casually slipping the head into his mouth and beginning to suckle. Sammi moaned and gripped the table, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of her child working to nurse the milk from her body.

David watched in amusement as his wife's eyes rolled back, breakfast forgotten and fork idle in her hand. His eyes locked with Jessie's, smiling as he recognized a similar hunger in her eyes and nodding consent once more. The girl practically dove under the table, scrambling across her brother's legs and coming to a stop between her father's legs. Two small hands pulled as David raised his hips, the boxer briefs sliding down his legs and dropping to his ankles.

David shivered as he felt Jessie's tongue gently scrape across his engorged clit, the wetness that had been contained by his undergarments now dripping down his ass and onto the chair. Jessie's lips locked onto the oversized nub, suckling it in much the same way her brother now nursed on their mother. Four different voices moaned in unison as each derived pleasure from the shared intimacy taking place, both children instinctively fondling themselves.

Sammi instinctively grasped her husband's hand, firmly squeezing as she felt her son gently licking and nibbling the tip of her cock past a point of no return. She leaned back in her seat, thrusting gently against his wet tongue as she unloaded in his welcoming mouth. Adam latched onto the tip and began swallowing, working every last drop from her twitching rod.

David watched the ripples of pleasure play across his wife's body, grinding his own clit against Jessie's mouth and tongue. The intensity of the moment washed over him as he grabbed his daughter's hair and came all over her face. The girl pushed herself deeper between her father's legs, eagerly swallowing the thick juices that flowed from his throbbing slit. With a moan, Jessie shuddered from her own orgasm, fingers rapidly strumming her clit and slipping through her wet cunny.

The moment of shared intensity waned, the three slouching in their own respective spaces. Nonverbal sounds of contentment escaped from their lips, sighs of satisfaction being echoed from person to person. Sammi watched as Adam worked his way out from under the table, beads of cum plastered on his chin and cheeks from what leaked out from between his lips. The boy stood, the intense tent in his pants on display, lightly blushing as his mother pulled him closer and ran her tongue across his face to clean him up. She ran her palm across the stiff bulge tenting his pajamas and smiled at her husband.

She knew that this was merely a taste of the fun to come, licking her lips to savor the taste of her own cum as she envisioned the four of them entwined on the king sized bed in the master bedroom.

[ sorry for the absence. it's been hard to find the inspiration lately and life has been kicking my ass. hope you enjoy the naughtiness though // EDIT: reposted due to a dumb grammar error ... that's what i get for writing when i'm half awake ... sorry everyone ]

who else is on here just horny and gooning to the naughty things people are saying and posting? :3

nothing is sexier than scrolling through my feed to see horny people giving in to carnal impulses and sharing them with each other. goddess i love all you pervs :3

Swim meets could be difficult under the best of circumstances. The pressure to win, the eyes of the dozens of onlookers, the physical strain -- all of it congealed into a force that would make the average swimmer feel like their stomach was tied into knots. The swim coach claimed it was normal before casually telling a story of being hunched over a toilet before every meet trying to turn himself inside out from the stress. Unsurprisingly, it did not seem to help alleviate anxiety, if anything accentuating it instead.

But the kind of anxiousness that gripped Paul was different. For once his head was not focused on the fear of losing or the pain of a pulled muscle. Instead, he hid in the back corner of the locker room, staring down at the front of his skin tight swim trunks in dismay. The problem had returned, and this time with a furious vengeance. As of late a force of unknown power and intent seemed focused on affecting his member at the most inopportune times. During history class with Ms. Snow, at lunch time as he sat with his friends, and now as he had changed with his team mates -- these moments were growing in frequency and intensity.

The scuffed sound of bare feet crossing the tiled floor was completely lost on Paul as he lamented his current predicament, silently willing his engorged member to calm itself. The footsteps meandered through the empty room before stopping at the end of a series of lockers near Paul's chosen corner, a pair of bright blue eyes locking onto the adolescent's body and taking in the situation. A brief glance at the body language and tented swimwear of the lad spoke volumes, and the observer could not help but give a wry grin and chuckle of sympathetic understanding.

Paul's head raised, gaze locking onto the newcomer in an initial reactionary combination of panic and shame, but as he recognized the face and expression of the other, the panic subsided leaving only shame. "First time dealing with that, huh?" Dave asked, mirth still evident in his voice. Paul avoided eye contact, hands subconsciously shifting to cover his bulge as he nodded an affirmation.

Dave stepped forward and closed the gap, sitting down on the bench next to Paul within the younger boy's personal bubble. Much to the embarrassed boy's surprise, he did not instinctively shift away from Dave's presence, not even when the teen placed a hand on his quivering knee. "You can't compete like this," Dave stated casually, as though identifying a flat tire on a car. "You need to be nice and smooth to cut through the water."

Dave's hands slid up the younger boy's thighs, fingertips hooking into the waistband of his swimwear and pulling them down before any protest could be made. The engorged cock that sprung from its clothed cage throbbed and bounced in the cold air, as though waving to the older boy who smiled at the view. Paul looked down in amazement as Dave leaned forward, taking his rod into his mouth and running his tongue across the underside. A moan, unbidden and uncontrolled, escaped the novice's chest, hands instinctively grasping the older boy's disheveled hair and pulling him closer.

The sensation was more than he could have dreamed, nothing like the fantasies and imaginary trysts he had entertained after hearing about some of the other swimmers' locker room exploits. The softness of the mouth, the pressure of the tongue, and the gentle suction all combined into one glorious whole that set off a euphoric response in his brain. Paul never wanted the pleasure to end, hoping the moment would last forever.

Dave recognized the signs, and emboldened by the younger boy's delight, he doubled his efforts, hooking his hand behind the boy's thighs to encourage him to properly fuck his mouth. The small member was not nearly long enough to trigger his gag reflex, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being used for pleasure. A free hand slid down to his own cock, slipping it out of one of the leg holes so that he could properly grasp it. The locker room was soon filled with the telltale sounds of sex, the muffled grunts of someone sucking cock mixed with the repetitive slapping of self gratification.

It was this sound that greeted the coach as he walked into the room, intending to get both boys out to the edge of the pool before their respective heats. He shook his head, immediately understanding the scene taking place in the corner of the locker room without needing to see it himself. Memories of his own escapades in locker rooms both in his past and very recently filled his mind, his own member stiffening with the recollection. Normally he would find some excuse to lurk and observe, maybe join in if the right boys were playing, but knowledge of the presence of his boss out by the poolside belayed that notion. Reluctantly, he walked back out to the door before speaking up. "Five minutes boys. Finish up!"

Dave yanked his head back, a loud slurp filling the room before he responded. "Okay, Coach! Be right there!" The moment was enough for Paul's legs to give way, and he slumped down onto the bench next to Dave with his cock stiffly bobbing straight up in the air. Dave dropped to his knees before the other boy, tapping his thigh to get his attention. "You heard Coach. Finish now or never!"

With that, he dipped his head back down to engulf the hard cock, emphatically using every trick he knew to force an orgasmic conclusion to their game. Paul nodded, mostly to himself since Dave could not see, and closed his eyes once more, focusing on the pleasurable sensations filling his body. He twitched with surprise as he felt a finger rub gently at his back door, the digit lubricated with the saliva that dripped down past his balls and along his crack. The combination of new experiences proved to be the necessary catalyst for Paul as he felt his sack tighten and his cock jump in Dave's mouth.

To the older boy's credit, he sensed the impending load and maintained his intense suction and licking on the head of the adolescent's cock. A thick wad of cum rocketed out and coated the back of Dave's throat followed by a second and a third, each being swallowed with no small amount of satisfaction. The joy of the moment passed into Dave as he felt his member stiffen in his hand, a load of his own splattering on the floor underneath the bench. As the last dribbles leaked from the two wilting cocks, Dave rose to his feet, allowing Paul a look at his more mature member before tucking it away behind a layer of cloth.

"Next time, just ask," Dave said, words somewhat muffled by the remaining vestiges of the impromptu creampie. "You can't perform your best with a rudder like that. I learned that the hard way from Coach."

Paul nodded again, his voice still stuck in the depths of his chest that still heaved from the exertion. His eyes traveled up from the bulge of the older boy to his face, grinning as he saw a little dribble of cum on the corner of his mouth. Dave instinctively understood the look, casually pushing the droplet into his mouth and swallowing. He extended his hand to the lad, pulling Paul to his feet and helping him adjust his trunks.

With wide grins that spoke volumes, the two headed out to the pool, leaving behind only a pool of cum under a bench as evidence of their dedication to winning their swim meet.

[ hope you enjoyed the story. this was a prompt submitted and clarified by @redjackspade. hopefully it is what you were hoping for!

original prompt by @redjackspade: "Two shotas burning off nervous energy before a swim meet in the locker bathroom." ]

[ note: this story follows from fantasy (6). it's not entirely necessary that you have read that first, but it helps. enjoy! ]

Daylight slipped between the slats of Alex's curtains, shafts of light cutting across the room to land on the lavender bedsheets. Jade woke up first, blinking back groggy confusion as she realized she was not in her own room. She lifted her head to see the lithe form of the younger girl, light movement indicating her continued slumber.

As she returned her head to the pillow, Jade's mind began to relive the moments of the night before. The late night rendezvous, the impromptu sleepover, the evening filled with giggles and immature flirtations -- the thoughts swirled and gave birth to a thousand tiny butterflies that filled her chest and threatened to burst out. Feelings both new and exciting flooded her being, their internal light making her hazel eyes glow as brightly as the rays of sun that had awoken her.

Hesitantly, she slid her hand across the fitted sheet, eventually coming into contact with her companion's forearm and following its length. She wrapped her hand around Alex's, gently squeezing its limp form in a silent hug that spoke volumes that neither of them fully understood. Despite the time of day, Jade felt herself slipping back into the warm embrace of sleep, comforted now by the physical presence of the hand in her own.

Neither girl noticed when the bedroom door creaked halfway open; the woman silhouetted in the frame carefully peeking inside to check on the slumbering children. Realizing their current state, she relaxed and stood upright, sipping a warm cup of coffee out of a mug and enjoying the sweet scene in front of her. Memories of her own youth and the intensity of immature love made her chuckle, hoping that the two girls would be able to weather the challenges of their unique pairing better than she had at their age. If nothing else, she hoped the world would be more accepting of their love than Jade's bigoted mother.

The dark thought soured the moment for Alex's mother, and she reluctantly pulled the door closed behind her in the hopes that her thoughts would not invade the girls' peaceful dreams. Reluctantly, she headed into the master bedroom and began the long and tedious process of preparing to be seen in public, already internally rehearsing the difficult conversation that she would need to have with Jade's mother.

The shift in air cause by the closing door wafted across Alex's bed, serving as the catalyst for her own awakening. Despite the room being the same as always, Alex felt as though something was different. She shifted her right arm in an attempt to brush the bangs from her face and found her hand restricted by the presence of another. Leaving her right hand in its place, she used her left to clear her vision before turning to see the lightly slumbering form of Jade. As with her friend, memories of the night before flooded her mind, making her blush at the realization that the girl of her dreams was sleeping in her bed.

The moment was a rare opportunity for the otherwise shy girl, and she took the moment to drink in the fair features of the older girl. The soft curve of her lips perfectly accentuated her full cheeks, slight evidence of a dimple on the right side creating a beautiful imbalance of the otherwise symmetrical features. Her eyes fluttered under smooth eyelids made alluring with the naturally curved eyelashes that would only grow more stunning as she matured. Her chin seemed almost sculpted, the gentle slope leading wonderfully to a slender neck that shifted in time with her breathing.

The image of the sleeping angel burned itself into Alex's memory, absolutely enthralled with the strong girl who had swooped in to "save her princess" the night before. Alex squeezed the hand still resting in her own, unaware of the fact that she was reciprocating feelings expressed by Jade mere minutes before. A similar sense of giddy euphoria that had taken Jade washed over Alex, making her shift in her bed to sit up higher and get a better view of the other girl.

Her hopes of continued unobstructed observation were dashed as she watched Jade's hazel eyes flutter open, long eyelashes catching the morning sun and glittering like the wings of a fairy. Alex tried to hide a growing blush and smile by burying the bottom of her face in her pillow, but the gleam in her eyes was enough to alone tell the tale. Having only awoken from a short nap versus deep sleep, Jade immediately quickly turned back on as she recognized the signs, smiling broadly at the shy younger girl.

"Morning, Princess," she said, aware of the younger girl's hand still tightly grasping her own.

The blush grew stronger as Alex buried her face deeper into the fluffy pillow. A muffled noise came from within, ambiguous in both tone and meaning.

"Was that a 'mrng' or a 'mngr?' I couldn't tell." Jade smirked as she felt the younger girl disengage her hand to hide her face behind both palms. She found her friend to be infinitely adorable, but the opportunity it presented could not be ignored. With a quick jab, Jade slipped her hand over toward her friend's side, fingertips gently sliding across the cloth of her friend's nighty and innocently tickling her side.

In less time than it took for her to finish releasing a massive squeak, Alex shifted in response to the tickle and sprang away from her friend, her whole body suddenly teetering on the edge of the bed without going over. Levity shifted to panic as Alex grabbed at her friend to avoid falling out of the warm covers, with Jade reciprocating the action out of concern for Alex. The two made contact; Jade gently pulling Alex into her embrace. The younger girl melted into her arms, anxiety immediately giving way to a sense of safety and peace.

Jade's regret at potentially causing harm to Alex faded as the two snuggled deeper against each other. Despite no words being spoken, the silent apology was returned with forgiveness as the two moved behind the mistake and instinctively focused on the peace brought by the moment. They lay together, each listening to each other's breathing and enjoying the intimacy of the moment. How much time passed was both unknown and irrelevant, but no perfect moment lasts forever.

Footsteps on the stairs echoed into the room, the girls disengaging reluctantly. Alex sat on the edge of the bed, shifting her nightgown down to hide her lavender panties being obscenely stretched by her stiff clitty, while Jade reached under the covers to ensure the wet spot on her panties had not transferred to the sheets. Neither girl noticed the adjustment made by the other or the smiling face of Alex's mother who caught it all as she cracked the door.

"Breakfast, girls!" she announced, sliding into the room with a tray in her hands. Carefully balanced were cups filled with orange juice along with two plates piled with perfectly cooked pancakes that permeated the room with a delicious aroma. The mother swore she heard growling coming from both girls, grinning knowingly as she set the meal down on the play table and opened the curtains of the window above it. The tactic worked wonders, with neither girl complaining at being disturbed from their semi-awake state through a combination of positivity and sustenance.

As Jade flung back the covers, Alex's mother could not help but notice the way the nightgown she had borrowed did not properly fit her larger frame and resolved to stock up on a few extra clothes just in case another impromptu sleepover became necessary. However she likewise could not help but admire the way the slightly too short hem accentuated her curved backside.

Jade, oblivious to the observation, sat down at the table and took a large swig of orange juice in order to clear the cobwebs from her head and mouth. Swallowing, she turned to Alex's mother with a wide smile. "Thanks for this," she said with genuine affection before picking up a fork and starting to cut her first bite.

Alex smiled at her friend before looking up at her mother. The woman returned her daughter's glowing emerald gaze, allowing the joyous words both of them were internally screaming to remain unspoken yet perfectly conveyed to the other. A shared smile filled their faces as Alex turned to the pancakes, stealing a surreptitious glance at her friend's syrupy lips.

Before even picking up her fork, an idea crossed the young girl's mind, and she turned back to her mother. "Mom, can Jade stay over again tonight?" Jade's head shot up, a hopeful expression locked on her friend's face before slowly shifting her gaze to the older woman. It was clear that the guest would not ask to impose further, but the hope and desire to remain was incredibly strong.

Alex's mother paused, recalling the fairly hostile conversation she had endured the night prior with Jade's mother. She considered immediately negating the idea, saving herself the drama and headache of the bigoted woman's tirades. Yet as she looked at the both of their faces beaming up at her, she instantly knew what the right decision would be. Jade was clearly just starting to openly explore this new aspect of herself given the preconceived notions blasted out of the phone's receiver mere hours before. Sending her back to that place could kill something beautiful within her before it had even begun to bloom.

She sighed and forced a smile onto her face, once again accepting her role as human shield. "Yes, dears, you may play today. I will try to make arrangements with Jade's mother." The older girl understood the weightiness of the second half of the woman's statement, a silent expression of sincere gratitude written across her fair features.

Oblivious to the exchange, Alex immediately shouted for joy and grabbed her friend's hand. "Yes! We can have so much fun today! And then tonight we can..."

Alex's eager and rapid speech was lost on her mother as she stood and began the trek downstairs towards her charging phone, glancing back over her shoulder at the girls before leaving the room. Alex's enthusiasm filled the space, her joy infinitely contagious, but Jade's face still held its stoically grateful expression with eyes locked onto her own. For a brief moment Alex's mother wondered if there might be another piece to her daughter's lover that she had not yet realized, but the question would need to remain unanswered for the time being. As she shut the door behind her, she heard Jade begin to engage with Alex with a similar level of enthusiasm, both planning the adventures they would have that sunny day.

[ hope you enjoyed. i hope it was okay to keep this one sexless since this is more of a drawn out story instead of a quick naughty fling. future installments will come when the ideas come to me. :3 shout outs to @Droidgirl who encouraged me to continue this story and for giving me names for the two characters. hope this was what you were hoping for! :3 ]

The sun beamed down on the city, the warm glow making the streets feel welcoming. As Adam locked the door of his home behind him, he inwardly thanked his pet for the suggestion, realizing that a little Vitamin D would do him some good after a long winter of being cooped up indoors. His smile was as bright as the sky as he gently tugged on the leash in his hand.

The leash dangled loosely in the air before arcing back up to connect to a cage that controlled it's dripping cock. City bylaws prevented domesticated sex demons from maintaining unrestricted access to their powerful tools, appropriately wary of the possibility of humans being enthralled by their seductive organs. The gentle tug had made the demon's cock bounce, equally arousing and teasing the caged member. Little drops fell from the tip as the pair walked down the sidewalk, leaving a clear cum trail back to their home like breadcrumbs.

All of this was ignored by the demon's owner, eyes happily enjoying the other eye candy on their walk while soaking up the sunshine. A particularly handsome human stood in front of a nearby coffee shop, his raven familiar sitting on his shoulder and nibbling on a bit of bagel being offered by its master. The man's eyes were dark and piercing, making Adam squirm as he speculated at the dark powers that might lie behind his disarming smile.

The sudden chirping of the pedestrian crossing signal returned Adam to the present, his feet automatically stepping off the sidewalk in order to cross the street. He glanced once more over his shoulder at the figure, dismayed to see the back of his head disappear into the crowd headed in the opposite direction.

The park opened before the pair, trees home to dozens of birds both natural and summoned. Humans and demons alike flocked to this park in search of nature, companionship, and occasionally the kind of fun that could not be found anywhere else in this corner of the city. Adam felt the familiar tug on the end of the leash as his incubus slowed his gait to gawk at a particularly buxom woman in the process of using an imp's prehensile tail to attend to matters under her skirt. He tugged on the leash, the small yip coming from his pet acknowledgement that the message had been received.

However, Adam could not help but feel his own arousal growing as he surveyed the other park patrons. Whether by coincidence or some magical influence, it seemed as though every person in the park that day was engaged in some kind of self pleasure, either through masturbation or manipulation of their demonic companions. Hormones hung heavy in the air, mixed with the unmistakable smell of non gender specific sexual juices.

The pair continued to follow the path as it opened up into a courtyard with a fountain in the center. The sculpture that stood as a centerpiece displayed a proud human, cock full and engorged, standing over a subservient incubus and succubus. A stream of water emanated from the top of the human's cock to stream over the demons' bodies before dripping into the pool of water below. The edge of the fountain was regularly used by people both for resting and for fucking, and it did not surprise Adam to see both on full display that afternoon. It seemed that he was not the only person enjoying a little Vitamin D that day.

A nearby bench seemed to beckon, Adam's feet subconsciously meandering towards its siren song of rest, all while his incubus pet followed along silently and obediently. His behavior had been excellent the past week, most likely in no small part due to the threat Adam had made to deny him orgasms for a month if he had not complied. Adam sat on the bench, proudly watching his pet sit on its heels at his feet.

The two sat in silence as more people came and went, their demons following in their wake. The constant ebb and flow of flesh accentuated the urge that Adam had tried to ignore, but he felt his resolve slipping as he observed a man walk by with an absolutely incredible bulge barely hidden by his slacks. With a reluctant sigh, Adam started to pull his sweatpants down past his ankles and tugged on his pet to get their attention.

The incubus turned immediately, the sudden exposure of his master's nethers releasing the aroma of raw arousal into the air and triggering his own reaction. Without hesitation, he dipped his head between his master's legs, long forked tongue sliding across his labia and teasing the little cock nestled at the top. Instinct and extensive practice had taught the incubus the best ways to tease an orgasm out of Adam, and he used as many as he could in the hopes that he would be rewarded.

Adam leaned back against the bench, casually enjoying the oral ministrations of his pet in much the same way that another might enjoy a hot dog from one of the vendors just outside the park. His aloof visage cracked briefly as the sharpened teeth of his pet nibbled on the sensitive tip of his cock, eliciting a moan from Adam. He snapped back to his senses, not allowing the dangerous demon to shift the delicate balance of power that existed between them. He pulled hard on the leash in retribution, feeling more than hearing the demon moan into his nethers at the pleasurable torture being implemented.

Adam could not help but notice the puddle that had formed between the legs of his pet, a combination of his juices running down the demon's face and chest and the copious amounts of cum dribbling out from the incubus's cock cage. The enclosed member strained against the enchanted metal, flesh desperately trying to escape by any means necessary. Adam enjoyed this game they played, but he was not without pity.

He tugged again on the leash, the gentler approach making the demon's purple eyes flash up to make contact with it's master. Adam said nothing but simply flashed a glance to the glittering cage before nodding. The silent signal was exactly what the demon had hoped for, and he buried his face deeply into Adam's dripping slit and attacked his throbbing cock. With a moan and a shiver, the incubus came with great force, cum splashing loudly upon the ground and splattering against both his thighs and the Adam's shoes.

The flow finally slowed to thick spurts as Adam allowed himself an orgasm on the demon's tongue. The shared euphoria was intense, the mental energies enough to make others in the area stop their activities to focus on the couple. The cascading waves of pleasure began to ebb, both the human and the demon breathing heavily from the intensity of the moment. As the other park patrons resumed their own activities, the two sat calmly and worked to catch their breath.

Adam picked up the end of the leash which had lay limp across his lap and gave it one last gentle tug. The cage bounced, droplets of demon cum flung out away from the tip of its still engorged cock and falling onto the ground under the bench. Adam shook his head, pitying the poor human or demon that would be tasked with cleaning up the mess. He reached down and ruffled the hair of the incubus, pride and satisfaction filling his twisted heart.

"Good job, pet," he praised, standing to his feet gently. He laughed and pointed to the puddle on the ground left behind by their games and the smaller droplets leading back the way they came. "Now we just follow your cock back home!"

[ thanks to @Droidgirl for sending me the link to @Lascivious 's text prompt ... and since i don't know how to do links, here's the prompt:

@Lascivious -- Prompt: incubus servant eats out his ftm master in public because he's a hungry lil demon boy and he's been good this week.

hopefully both of you enjoy this imagining of the fantasy :3 ]

She sat at the kitchen table, casually scrolling through videos on her tablet before school. She tried to ignore the banging her mother made just out of sight in the kitchen, clearly trying to whip something up for a quick breakfast. Her eyes glanced up to the clock above the table, reluctantly realizing that she had a mere handful of minutes to quickly consume whatever her mother had mangled this morning.

As if on cue, the woman slipped out of the kitchen, her skirt swishing around her legs as she deposited a plate of toast and a glass of milk on the table. "Here you go sweetie!" her mother said with a smile, casually swaying her hips as she walked back to the kitchen. The girl could not help but admire her mother's perfect figure as she disappeared around the corner, her little clit pressing against her tight panties under her own skirt.

Remembering the time, the girl wolfed down the food knowing that there would not be anything further until lunch several hours later. The toast lasted mere seconds, but she grimaced slightly as she swallowed the last of the milk, feeling a slight thickness to it slide down the back of her throat. She stood up and brought her dishes to the sink, watching her mother carefully wiping up some milk that had splashed onto the floor. "I think the milk is going bad again," the girl said as she washed the sticky jam from her fingers.

Her mother stood up, briefly flashing her daughter her lacy panties under her short skirt in the process. She turned, the broad smile on her face odd given the topic of conversation. "I'm sorry, dear!" she replied apologetically, the smile not faltering in the least. "Well at least you got the nutrients you needed to grow up beautiful."

The girl shook her head at the trite phrase her mother had been repeating most of her life before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and heading off to school. As the front door closed, her mother leaned against the counter and heaved a sigh of relief. It was getting harder and harder to hide the little additives she put in her daughter's food, and they were still a long way from being done with her regiment.

As she cleaned up the kitchen, she slipped a small pill bottle back into a cupboard and tossed an empty red pill casing into the trash. A second red pill, this one intact, sat next to her steaming mug. She picked up the pill and swallowed it, washing it down with the coffee and smiling as some of the extra thick cream coated her upper lip. She used her finger to push it into her mouth and swallowed again, licking her fingertip clean and enjoying the sensation.

The day went by quickly, most of the events a mere blur in the little girl's mind. She was relieved to finally find herself moving through the halls to the locker room to prepare for gym with the rest of her classmates. However unlike her classmates, she moved through the locker room, past the dozen or so girls in various states of undress, and into the attached bathroom. As she closed the stall door behind her, she tried to tune out the mocking words of some of the crueler girls, "whispering" loudly about how she must be ugly or hiding something.

Fortunately for her, the coach pounded on the exterior door, his gruff voice booming through the closed door and making the girls hasten to finish their preparations to join the rest of the class in the gym. She did her best to change silently, hoping to not draw any more attention as the last of the girls filed out and allowed the door to slam behind her.

She tried not to think about the budding girls she had walked by, their B and C cups making her wonder when her own chest would grow beyond the sensitive small bumps on her chest. She ran a finger across one of them, the sensation making her nipple harden in the cold air. She immediately regretted the decision as she pulled her shirt on, carefully tucking everything into her shorts where it would not be obvious.

She tossed her belongings into the locker assigned to her and hustled out to join the class. Fortunately for her, if the coach noticed, he said nothing and continued to gruffly inform all of them of the physical activities of the day. The games were fun, but she could not help but admire the other boys and girls displaying their physical prowess and lithe bodies. Her eyes locked onto the toned abs of one boy trying to impress the girls with his extended handstand, only to find her attention drawn to the ass of another girl giving an exaggerated stretch for the coach's benefit. She could almost taste the sexual tension and hormones in the air, but mercifully the bell rang before the wet spot in her panties threatened to leak out into her gym shorts.

As the rambunctious students raced into the locker room to change and head home, she noticed one of the girls veer off to follow the coach to his office. His flushed cheeks matched the girl's, and she wondered what they were going to do as the other girl closed the office door behind her.

Reluctantly, she moved into the locker room, gathering her belongings and moving to her usual stall. The girls tittered and giggled as they teased each other for trying to get a rise out of the boys, one girl proudly proclaiming that she was absolutely certain she had seen one of them touch himself through his shorts. Ignoring the conversation, she pulled her regular clothes back on, once again tucking everything in carefully. Hesitantly, she exited the stall and moved through the room towards the door.

Her usual tactic of keeping her eyes forward and down failed to give her warning as another girl turned the corner into the bathroom, the two almost colliding in the doorway. While she had finished changing, the other girl was unabashedly naked, clearly in desperate need of relief at another stall. The two shuffled past each other, but it was only after the nude girl had closed the stall door that the image clicked within the girl's mind. Something was different, inexplicably so.

The bus ride home was filled with chaos and cacophony, but the girl did not notice nor care. She moved automatically across the sidewalk and up her front drive to the side door, letting herself in with a key and settling in at the kitchen table. She sat down, staring at the place where her breakfast had been that morning.

Her mother glided into the room, gathering up her daughter in a giant hug that forced the girl to twist her head or risk being smothered in her mother's cleavage. "How was your day today, sweetie?" she asked with a wide smile.

The pause was palpable, and the older woman knew that whatever followed would be a serious topic. "Mom?" the girl finally said at last. "Why don't other girls have clitties like mine?"

Her mother froze, the smile still in place but clearly shaken by the question. She gathered herself and pulled the girl in for another hug, using it as a tactic to delay and collect her thoughts. After a brief moment, she sighed and pulled her daughter towards the couch. The two sat down, with the little girl resting her head on her mother's breast in their favorite cuddling position

"Sunshine, when you were born, you were wired a little different than the other children. You wanted dolls and dresses more than anything, and you told me over and over and over how you wanted to grow up to be a pretty princess, just like mommy." She paused, licking her suddenly dry lips and choosing her words carefully. "You see, sometimes people are born with a body and a brain that don't quite match up."

With this she placed a gentle finger against her daughter's chin to bring her eyes up in order to make contact. The time had finally come, and she wanted to be able to fully read her daughter's expression when the truth was revealed. "You made it very clear to me at a very young age that you were a happy and proud little girl, and from that day onward, I have done my best to raise you like the girl that you are."

She could see the bulb beginning to flicker on in her daughter's head, subconscious truths finally aligning in her young mind and pieces falling into place. She took a deep breath and continued, "The reason other girls don't have clitties like yours is because you weren't born like other girls. You chose to be one, and I've done my best to support you throughout your shift into womanhood."

Her daughter's eyes widened as understanding flooded her brain and washed away any doubt. She broke the eye contact, mind rushing through the dozens and dozens of questions before landing on just one. "But mommy, I am a girl, aren't I?" The bear hug that followed gave her comfort, the soft scent of her mother's shampoo calming her rising anxiety.

"Of course, Sunshine. You are just made a little different than other girls." She smiled down at her little angel, glad she was being so mature with this difficult topic. She could not have anticipated the questions that followed.

"Mommy, you're a girl too right?" The girl watched her mother nod in affirmation before licking her lips and asking her real question. "Do you have a clitty like me?"

For the second time that day, her mother froze, a long awaited fantasy suddenly made possible with an innocuous question. She grappled with her own lustful impulses, hoping to quench them before answering yet failing to do so. The words that came from her mouth both aroused and terrified her.

"Yes, Sunshine, I do."

They both looked down to the woman's skirt which betrayed no indication of anything unusual underneath. The girl's hand reached out slowly to the bottom edge of the skirt, stopping halfway as she looked up to her mother in a silent bid for permission. The woman swallowed hard before nodding, leaning back slightly in order to give her daughter room to explore. Hesitantly, the girl lifted the skirt up and over her mother's blouse, surprised to see no clear evidence of a clitty like her own.

"Where is it, mommy?" she asked, the curiosity palpable in her voice.

"Mommy has gotten very good at tucking it away, Sunshine," the woman responded. "Unless I take off my panties, you probably won't see much."

"Please?"

The simple question cut straight through her mother's defenses. Any concept of trying to keep the moment clear of sexual tension evaporated as she looked down on her daughter with a combination of love and lust. She knew what she was doing could get her into trouble, but she wanted to support her daughter in her moment of need. That, and her private and secret desires caused her libido to rage to life.

She looked down at her expectant daughter, nodding with a smile as she lifted her hips gently. Her manicured fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to her knees and allowing them to drop to her ankles. She felt her clit straining against her thighs as she struggled to control her impulses. As her eyes locked once more onto the expectant young face, her resolve failed, and she gently began spreading her legs and allowed the hidden treasure to spring into view.

The clit that arose was glorious, a beautiful example of a work of art attached to an already beautiful body. Her daughter did not wait for permission this time, instinctively reaching out a hand and grasping it by the base. She stifled a gasp as her little hand felt the rod throb and twitch in time with her mother's heartbeat, the tip beginning to leak sweet juices down and onto her fingers.

Her mother watched in astonishment as the girl brought her hand up to her face, staring at the liquid for a moment while breathing in its smell before gingerly sticking her tongue out and tasting it. A sudden spike of recognition flashed across her face as she turned to her now blushing mother.

"Was this..." she began with a pause as she chose her words, "...in my milk?" Her mother's red face deepened as she nodded sheepishly.

"You needed all of the best nutrients to grow up to be a good girl," she said quietly, as though trying to convince both of them that it was nothing more than that. The girl wisely said nothing but grasped her mother's clit once more. She stared down at the needy clit and could not help but recall something that she had been told by a classmate months ago.

With only a little hesitation, she dipped her head down and slipped the tip into her mouth, tongue running across the head to gather up as much of the liquid as she could. Her mother moaned and shifted in her seat, the rod in her mouth throbbing and twitching.

"Oh baby girl, maybe you shouldn't..." her mother started, but the threshold had already been crossed. The liquid, once a thin dribble, began to gush from the tip of her clit into her daughter's waiting mouth. The girl instinctively began swallowing, not allowing a single drop past her lips. As her mother's orgasm began to subside, she let the organ fall limp onto the underside of her mother's skirt, snuggling back up next to her in a sense of satisfaction.

Moments passed before finally her mother regained her senses, drawing her daughter in with a big hug. She felt her daughter squirm against her, clearly feeling discomfort from her own hard clit in her cotton panties. Her hesitation was nearly non-existent as she slid a hand up her daughter's thigh and under the slim skirt.

The moan and shiver was everything she needed to know, gently sliding her fingers under the edge of her panties and grasping at the carefully tucked clit hidden away. The member immediately responded, growing and hardening in her hand before beginning to secrete its own lubrication.

She removed her hand, ignoring the moans of protest, and proceeded to maneuver her daughter more fully onto the end of the couch with her legs obscenely spread. She flipped the skirt up onto her daughter's belly and slid the panties to the side, the hardened clit standing proudly and bobbing in the cold air.

Her head dipped down quickly, red lips sliding past the sensitive head and down the shaft, feeling it twitch at the new sensations. Her tongue wrapped around the small head, enjoying the sweet flavor of her virginal secretions and moaning around the little rod. Her daughter quivered, hands subconsciously grasping at her mother's hair and pulling her deeper into her sensitive organ.

Her mother knew what was coming and began to focus fully on the tip, raking her tongue across it over and over until finally the girl stiffened and moaned heavily. Thin squirts of cum filled her mouth, proof of an orgasm achieved.

She drew her daughter back to her bosom, both girls breathing heavily from the intense feelings they just experienced. She felt her daughter snuggle up against her like she did when she was younger, a sense of peace and contentment washing over both of them.

The road ahead would be long and full of perils, but at the very least, they both knew they had each other, through all of the fun and challenges that lay ahead.

(fuck that was long ... about 14k characters, so i hope you kinky fuckers enjoyed it :3 feel free to drop a message or a reply if you had a good cummie from this or just want to chat. thanks and hope you enjoyed!)

The sleepover had been a great success. Games had been played, stories had been shared, and snacks had been devoured. Thanks to the impending weekend, the three girls were even allowed to stay up late to watch one of the new animated movies from one of the family's streaming services. As the clock ticked past midnight, two of the three girls were fast asleep on the couch, one lying akimbo with drool creeping down her chin and onto her chest with the other curled up into a little ball under a fuzzy blanket.

Brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face, the third girl slouched on the corner of the couch, one of her little legs hanging off the armrest. She bit her lip with indecision, the vague memory from her previous sleep over filling her mind despite being from several weeks prior. She had sworn that she had woken up her best friend's mother adjusting her pajama slip, her best friend's father standing close by observing. The memory of the intensity on his handsome face made her blush and shift in her seat.

She remembered pretending to be asleep, listening to them walk back down the hall to their bedroom and then to the distant moans and knocking that followed. Her fingers gently played across the front of her panties, fingertips touching a small damp spot that was forming between her legs. She glanced up at the tv as it played the closing credits to the movie, before realizing that she heard footsteps coming down the hall.

She slouched further into her seat and closed her eyes, hoping that her friend's parents would not see through her facade. Unbeknownst to her, the action had dragged the hem of her pajamas higher than before, fully revealing her cotton panties and the growing wet spot between them. As the adults turned off the entertainment center, she realized that they were whispering quietly to each other.

"But they are asleep!" the mother said, clearly responding to a statement that she had missed.

"Yes, but the last time you tried, she almost woke up." His response was calm and soothing, a tinge of longing underlying his tone.

"Last time we didn't wait long enough though. This time I bet they are all so fast asleep nothing would wake them!" the feminine voice countered.

"Dearest," the father said with a sigh, "you know I won't stop you, but please be careful."

It was at this moment that she felt the distinct sixth sense of two sets of eyes focusing on her. The damp spot on her panties grew as she finally realized the unintentional invitation she had made with her pose and raised hem. Would they notice?

Footsteps carefully swished across the carpet until one of the adults loomed over the trio on the couch. She felt the weight shift as one of the other girls was carefully picked up, the footsteps receeding towards the bedrooms. The remaining pair of eyes gave her goosebumps with how intensely the gaze seemed to linger on her exposed panties, a light shuffling followed by a feminine moan being the only real indication to the mother's presence.

She hardly noticed as the second girl was gently picked up and taken back to her friend's room and the bedding that was prepared for them. Now all that remained in the living room was one little girl pretending to be asleep and two adults pretending to be upstanding parents.

She tried hard not to flinch as she felt someone exhale on her inner thigh, followed by a slow intake of the aroma of her adolescent arousal. "She's so perfect," the mother moaned. "What I would give to be able to taste her cunny." The little girl blushed, secretly hoping that the mother would try.

The increased arousal caused the dark patch on her panties to grow, eliciting a gasp from the woman. "Babe, look at her! She must be having a naughty dream!" This time it was the man who grunted under his breath, the gentle sound of a zipper accompanying it.

"What do you think she's dreaming about?" he whispered, now much closer to the couch than before. The sounds of slurping began to fill the room, piquing the interest of the "sleeping" little girl. She cracked an eye to see the two next to the couch, the father standing upright with his wife between his legs worshipping his stiff cock. She pulled it from her mouth for a brief moment to look up at him.

"I bet she is dreaming of you, dear," she said with a wide smile. "You see the way she looks at you and hangs on you whenever she comes over. I don't blame her one bit." She winked at her husband and slid his cock back into her mouth, angling herself so that she could see the exposed panties out of the corner of her eye.

The little girl fought with herself. On one hand, she wanted to play too, and her little cunny was desperate for attention. On the other hand, she did not want to get in trouble for being up past the agreed upon bedtime. She hesitated for a moment before opening one eye once more to view the lewd scene.

Much to her horror, she made immediate eye contact with the woman, still nursing on the massive cock in her mouth. An unspoken conversation played out in their expressions, the young girl's curiosity and nervousness evident to the older woman. As she worked his cock down her throat, she resolved to talk to the little tease in the morning. For now though, she had a job to finish.

His moans grew in intensity, the wife not bothering to shush him since she knew the little girl was awake anyways. With one last wiggle of her tongue on his head, she felt his cock begin to twitch and fill her mouth with cum. A twisted part of her enjoyed letting some dribble out of her mouth and onto her cleavage, knowing the little girl was watching and learning from this moment. With an almost theatrical level of acting, she opened her mouth for her husband, showing him his load before swallowing it whole.

She stood up, casually turning so the little girl could watch her scoop a bit of cum from her chest and lick it off of her finger. She smiled wide, nodding to the little girl. "We should put her to bed too so they don't suspect anything." Her husband groaned, reluctantly stowing his half hard cock in his pants before gingerly beginning to scoop her up.

The trio moved down the hallway towards the bedroom. The little girl allowed her limp hand to "accidentally" brush up against the bulge in his pajamas, shivering slightly as she felt it twitch from the unexpected contact. As she felt herself lower onto the fresh bedding, she risked one last peek, staring up at the handsome face of her crush as he walked away, completely oblivious to the little girl's games. As the wife pulled the sheets up to her neck to tuck her in, she leaned in so that her lips came close to the young girl's ear.

"Next time." With that, she stood up and followed her husband out the door, leaving behind the scent of cunny and cum as well as one very pent up little girl. There would definitely be another sleep over, probably sooner than later if she had her way. As the woman closed the bedroom door, she smiled and watched the covers shift and bulge above where the little girl's wet spot had been, fondly remembering her own masturbatory sessions on sleep overs much like this one.

(hope you enjoyed ... here's to all the kinky people following me on here!)

Anxiety pumped through his veins, a slight flush rising to his cheeks as he stared across the table at his long term girlfriend. Her gentle features and gleaming eyes beamed at him, as though an inner light was seeking to escape in any way possible. Her red dress shimmered in the dim lights of the restaurant, accentuating her figure wonderfully. Her hand reached out to his, gently stroking the back of his fingertips and across his knuckles before drawing a crude heart on the back of his hand.

He looked back up at her, knowing that he should be absolutely head over heels at how romantic and lovely both her and the scene were. Yet in spite of the cinematic perfection of the moment, all he could think about was his discovery that morning. Questions burned into his consciousness, one leading to another leading nowhere and yet everywhere.

He smiled back at her, doing his best to exude a sense of calm composure and hoping she would not immediately see right through it. His other hand trembled slightly as he sipped his wine, a treat she had insisted upon for the two of them to share on this lovers' holiday. She watched him savor the liquid, the smile on her face almost equally as intoxicating to his eyes.

As though trying to break her spell, his mind conjured the scene from the previous evening. He had just returned home from work, exhausted and unfocused. The house was silent and dark, with both his girlfriend and her daughter most likely already in bed for the evening. He hesitated for a moment, carnal urges clashing with rationality, but as he stood alone in the darkness, his resolve broke. As though on autopilot, he maneuvered silently down the carpeted stairs to his office in the basement. He sat down, subconsciously registering the lit screen displaying his screensaver before jiggling the mouse and inputting his password.

What flashed onto the screen aroused and horrified him. A preteen body lay on a bed, legs spread with little fingers reaching down to spread her soft pussy lips to reveal her glistening hole accentuated with a little freckle just above her hard clit. He looked at the taskbar, dismayed to see an icon indicating the presence of his supposedly secure storage device.

The sense of anxiety from that night lingered in his present thoughts, barely acknowledging the words being spoken to him. If he had, he might have heard her speak her gratitude for finding a "good man" that "takes good care of his girls," not that he would have agreed even if he had been listening. His eyes finally rose from his empty glass to the woman across the table from him, her expectant gaze informing him of an unknown question to answer. He smiled and nodded, hoping it was the right response. She shook her head with a wry grin, fully aware of his complete lack of awareness in the previous moment.

She slipped the check into her purse before gracefully standing and pulling him to his feet. He acquiesced, rising from his seat and following her from the restaurant and into their car. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced over at her face, still displaying the cheeky grin she had worn most of the day. She made eye contact, finally breaking the silence with a simple statement. "You seem distracted tonight," she teased, her left hand running up his thigh. He locked his gaze on the road ahead and shrugged, hoping it would be sufficient for her. The silence continued until he pulled into their subdivision, desperately trying to come up with a plausible excuse. Before he could come up with something, she spoke first, her next words casual her belying their intense effect.

"I wonder if your distraction has anything to do with last night and the preteen slut?"

His blood ran cold as her grip tightened on his thigh. The moment froze in time, his mind racing to come up with an answer and failing to do so. He opened his mouth once, twice, three times, yet words failed to escape his lips. He barely registered pulling into the driveway and parking the car. The grip on his thigh loosened as her gentle laughter filled the car.

"You should see your face, babe." The tone was friendly, a stark contrast to the condemnation he expected. He finally met her gaze, surprised to see a smile on her face and a broad one at that. She opened the car door and beckoned for him to follow her inside.

As he crossed the threshold, he noticed the red dress abandoned on the bottom step of the stairs, her high heels discarded slightly higher. He kicked his shoes off, tossing his coat aside and following the breadcrumbs of undergarments down the hall towards the bedrooms. Her lacy bra hung on a door knob, but what confused him was which doorknob from which it hung.

It was her daughter's bedroom door that he found himself slowly opening. The scene it revealed made him gasp and bite his lip. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing more than a pair of laced panties was his girlfriend, her firm nipples and flushed expression revealing arousal that matched his own. The object of both of their obsession sat next to her on the bed, as though on display for both of their pleasure.

The naked little girl lay back on the bed with her legs spread, little fingers gently exploring the sensitive areas between her legs. With a start, he noticed the small freckle next to her clit, the puzzle pieces falling into place. His eyes locked on his girlfriend briefly before shifting back to her daughter. His girlfriend nodded, finally breaking the silence once again. "We've both been waiting for a good man to take care of both of us for so long."

He stepped forward into the room, her hand rising to grasp his belt and begin the process of removing it from its place. Her daughter looked on expectantly, eyes locked on the growing bulge in his slacks. "But how?" he gasped, his first full words since the restaurant spilling out of his mouth awkwardly.

She shrugged as she hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled. "I've always guessed. You just finally confirmed it the other night when I caught you asleep at your computer. Once I knew, everything else was easy." His pants and underwear fell limp around his ankles, her hand grasping his hard member and bringing it to her mouth..

Her tongue teased the tip briefly, giggling at his uncontrolled moan. He stared down at the smooth cunt before looking down into the eyes of his girlfriend. "B-b-but..." he stammered, stopping as she held up a finger. "Shut up and enjoy, babe," she said, mumbling around the cock at her lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, dork."

A small hand gingerly pressed itself against his thigh as he looked over to the little girl, now on her knees and bending in to join her mother next to the tip of his cock. Her mother pulled it from her mouth and offered it to her daughter who eagerly sucked it in, aggressively working it with her tongue. He moaned and reached out, cupping his girlfriend's right tit with one hand and the back of her daughter's head with the other. His arousal threatened to explode, forcing him to reluctantly but gently try to pull her from her ministrations.

Recognizing the signs, his girlfriend pushed him back onto the little girl's bed, cock bobbing with raw arousal and unbridled lust. She smiled at her daughter, a knowing expression being shared between them. Hesitantly, the little girl straddled his chest, kissing her mother's boyfriend on the mouth before pushing down his body. Her mother held his cock firmly, positioning it carefully so that the tip would nestle between the pussy lips of her daughter.

All three people moaned softly as cock made contact with cunt, her juices beginning to lubricate his cock head. The little girl pushed back with her hips, hands firmly pressed against his chest for leverage. Were it not for his girlfriend's hand firmly grasping his shaft, his cock would have folded under the pressure, but instead he felt himself making slow progress in stretching her tight hole around his thick head. With a little squeal, she bore down hard, the tip finally nestling within her virginal canal. His girlfriend openly began fingering herself as she licked his shaft and her daughter's asshole.

The added stimulation pushed them both across a threshold, her tiny cunny spasming in orgasm as thick jets of cum shot from his cock. Seeing her daughter and boyfriend in the throws of orgasm created a sympathetic response in her, fingers wildly strumming her clit to achieve her own release. The three collapsed together on the bed, panting and gasping for air, love juices running down everyone's legs.

His girlfriend came to first, the intoxicating smell of little girl cream mixed with her beloved's cum making her reach her tongue out once more. His cock twitched in response, the sudden growth drawing another moan from her daughter. Even as they began to awaken, she knew that they were going to have a ton more fun before they fully succumbed to slumber. After all, she desperately wanted his cock and her daughter's fist inside of her before the night was through, and she would need to work them back up to a state of arousal after that orgasm.

With a faux sigh of resignation, she ran her tongue across their sensitive organs, savoring the flavors she knew she would be enjoying for years to come.

(happy valentine's, you naughty people. hope you all enjoy and have good cummies from it! :3 )

The object sat on the bed in front of him next to a small bottle. Its presence was a challenge, the possibility of great fun in spite of a moment of discomfort. His hesitation shifted into resolve, grabbing both and steeling himself. He inverted the bottle, lubricant dripping onto the bulbous object and down the side of his hand.

He leaned back on the bed, legs high in the air as he rubbed the side of his hand against the sensitive spot revealed by his pose. The hand was quickly replaced by the object, firmly pressing the plug into his ass before he could stop himself.

Relief crossed his face as the plug slipped inside, the sudden pressure inside of him making his little cock stand at full attention. He clenched around the toy, feeling ripples of pleasure roll across his body. A hand reached out to stroke his chest, a nipple tweaked in the process.

He looked up at the face looming overhead, their gleaming eyes locking onto his. His babysitter smiled, her grin filling him with pride. "I did it!" he proclaimed, shivering as her hand slid down to grasp his quivering cock.

"Good boy," she said, her thick voice making his cock jump in her hand. His hips bucked upward, grinding his shaft against her palm. A moan escaped his lips as her other hand gently tugged on the plug, making him squirm even more.

She bent forward, her blouse opening to reveal her bare breasts unencumbered by a bra to the boy. His hand shot out, gripping tightly the hand that cupped his young cock. His eyes locked onto her soft curves as he moaned once more, clenching down on the plug.

She shyly stroked his cock, aware of the impossibility of a full orgasm yet wanting to make him feel good. Her clit throbbed in her panties, threatening to make her drip her juices onto the bedspread. Her horniness made her rethink her self imposed limits, quickly giving way to impulse.

Her head dipped lower, mouth wrapping around the little shaft, tongue grazing the head and wrapping around it. His fingers gripped her hair and forced his cock as deep as it would go, which fortunately for her was not very deep. His immature thrusts lasted but a brief moment before his whole body quivered, his first proper orgasm reached.

As his climax reached its zenith, she gently tugged the plug from his ass, the hole winking at her before closing. She groaned and ground her clit against her heel, desperately wanting to reach beneath her skirt but not wanting to reveal herself to the boy that much. His flushed body lay limp, the heavy breathing the only indication of his consciousness.

With a shiver, she took the plug and returned it to her own ass, clenching down in much the same way as her little ward. The new toy had been a huge success. Maybe next time she would smuggle more than just that into the house for playtime.

(hope you enjoyed ... trying to give something to everyone, so not just lolis or incest ... hope that's okay :3 )

The idea clung to her like it had been glued to her brain. All day the concept had lingered, making her seem distracted and distant to her friends and teachers. Her best friend even checked to see if she was okay, and while she did not think her excuse was believed, she at least made it through the day without too much difficulty.

She whipped past her mother, casting a half hearted hello at the woman in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them. Closing her door behind her, she collapsed onto the bed. The cold air wafted up her skirt, making her very aware of the torture she had put herself through all day.

Skirt and shirt dropped to the floor next to her bed, socks quickly joining them. She looked between her legs. The panties had been pink when she had put them on that morning, but the thoughts inside of her head had made her gush three times thoroughly the day, leaving her panties soaked in her juices and transformed into a dark pink as a consequence.

She gently peeled the panties from her frame, feeling the cold air hit her clit and making her shudder. The nub grew and stiffened as her fingers played across it, like a musician tuning an instrument. She sighed, finally content to do what she had wanted all day long.

Her joy froze instantly as something even colder brushed up against her hand. She looked down between her legs to see the wide smile of her pet dog, its nose inches from her exposed cleft. While her first instinct was to pull away, she held herself still, the thought from earlier still burned into her brain. She focused on her pet's shaggy head, willing it to make a move as she lay still.

After a moment's hesitation, it gingerly ran a tongue across her labia, the juices collected in their folds coating his tongue. The singular taste was more than enough, especially since its mistress was not scolding him, and he began to aggressively lick at her tiny cunnie in the hopes of finding the source.

Her reaction was instantaneous and overwhelming, its tongue taking her to new heights of pleasure. She moaned and groaned, hands subconsciously grasping at its head and pulling it deeper, harder, and firmer against her needy clit. She lost all sense of time and space, the only sensation her mind processed being its tongue on her.

Finally and without warning, the first climax slammed into her, her juices squirting all over its snout and her hands. The second quickly followed as the animal lapped at her labia to clean up the mess made by its mistress. The third orgasm was a long and drawn out one, initiated by its tongue delving deep into her canal and curling to draw out the final drops of her love nectar.

Chest heaving, she pushed its head away and rolled away, burying her face in her pillow. As she lay there, her mind cleared enough to ask herself a simple question. "Didn't I close my door?"

She slowly turned her head, eyes scanning across the room until they locked with her mother's as she stood in the doorway. At first, her heart raced with shame before realizing there was a smile on her face.

"I had a feeling I saw your eyes at the top of the stairs last night," her mother said quietly, her hand ruffling the fur behind the ears of their beloved pet. "Did you have fun?"

She nodded gently at her mother, the mental image of the previous night filling her mind the same way it had all day long. Her nakedness was forgotten as she sprawled out on the bed, pussy puffy and red from the tongue lashing it had just received. Her mother could not help but state, the scent of her own arousal drawing the attention of the dog sitting next to her.

Its head pushed up between her legs, following the scent under the modest skirt. She shivered and spread her legs slightly before giving in to its insistence. The two girls' eyes locked once more as they both realized the extent of their new bond. As her mother succumbed to the waves of orgasmic bliss, she hoped they would get to repeat this night again many times in the days to come.

(hope you enjoyed. feel free to let me know what you think :3 )

The front door slammed shut, the rattle echoing through the house announcing the return of the young girl from school. She leaned against the door and kicked off her shoes, listening to the sound of her bus driving off down the street to the next stop. Frustration and anger fueled her motions as she tossed her bookbag onto the bottom of the stairs, meandering into the kitchen.

It has been another stupid day with stupid kids at a stupid school. Stupid. She shuffled her feet on the carpet in the hallway and slid her socks off of her feet, wiggling her toes in their regained freedom as she opened up the fridge and pulled out some juice. She took a drink straight from the carton, enjoying the light rebellion against her mother she had enacted by not getting a glass even though a clean one sat on the counter next to the fridge already. The impulse to misbehave grew, the urge to distract herself from the awful pit in her chest being exacerbated by the day's negative events.

An idea struck her, one which was equal parts naughty and exciting. She tossed the carton back in the fridge, slamming the fridge door closed and dashing upstairs. She paused at the closed door at the end of the hall, one last vestige of hesitation forcing her to reconsider, but the moment passed as quickly as it began, her hand reaching out for the polished knob and turning it gently.

Her face blushed slightly as she moved into the room and towards the table on her mother's side of the bed. The bottom drawer made no noise as she opened it to reveal the trove of toys resting inside. Sitting on top was the object of her search, a small smooth cylinder of soft silicone in bright purple. She picked it up by the blunt end with the reverence one would reserve for a precious artifact, carefully maneuvering it out of the full drawer and into the air. A lingering smell struck her nostrils, musky and pleasant and utterly taboo. She brought it to her tongue, tasting her mother's juices and starting to feel similar secretions fill her cotton panties.

Arousal clouded her mind entirely, the only important thing being the throbbing need between her quivering legs. With no hesitation, she flung herself onto the bed, still messy from her parents' hasty lovemaking that morning. Her fingers gripped her jet black leggings and hooked into her red panties, pulling both of them down past her ass and knees in one hasty motion. Legs kicked wildly, flinging the cloth across the room and against the opposite wall. She flung her legs wide, carefully activating the hidden switch on the toy and placing it gingerly against her swollen cunny lips.

The vibrations immediately sent lightning through her body, the epicenter seeming to focus on her needy clit and radiating outward to all of her extremities. An uncontrolled moan escaped her lips as she tried to forget about her day. She rolled onto her side, the silicone cylinder trapped between her clenched thighs as she buried her face in her father's pillow. The musky scent of his hair permeated her nostrils and set her hormones ablaze. Fantasies of her parents and their aggressive lovemaking filled her mind, the glimpses of her father's glorious cock and her mother's dripping pussy firmly in focus. She breathed in his scent and pressed the buzzing toy against her clit, wishing desperately that she would someday get to feel the real thing.

On the other side of the room, the door to the master bathroom slid open silently, the figure now outlined in it's light carefully observing the erotic scene in front of his face. Arousal shot to his groin, the sweatpants he had just retrieved from the embedded walk in closet stretching to accommodate his growing member. How she had not noticed his presence throughout the house was beyond him, although he most certainly knew she had arrived thanks to her initial door slam. He watched her writhe on the bed, burying her head in his pillows as cream gushed out around the toy and onto his side of the bed.

He wanted to never let it end, to reach into his pants and indulge in the same carnal pleasures she was experiencing. The war waged in his head between responsibility and sheer impulse, before finally his resolve was broken by a singular moan from his sweet daughter in the throws of her fantasy: "Oh, Daddy!"

Any thought of hesitation was obliterated in that moment as he instinctively moaned, his cock jumping in his pants. The sound finally broke her trance, her eyes darting across the room to the source of the sound. Her initial fear and despair at being caught was immediately quenched as she noticed the bobbing protrusion under his sweat pants and flushed expression. She froze momentarily, her ministrations forgotten as she contemplated her next move, his pause giving her just enough time to make yet another impetuous decision, one borne of a conversation long since past.

She rolled back onto the bed, spreading her legs gently and allowing her wet lips to part under his lustful gaze. No words were exchanged; both knew what the other wanted. She bit her lip expectantly as she watched him take tentative steps forward towards the bed, his hard rod bobbing and pulling down his sweatpants a little with each step. Finally he stood at the end of the bed, frozen with indecision. She rolled over quickly, grabbing his waistband and pulling. In her eagerness and naivete, she had not anticipated the consequences as his cock sprung back upwards and hit her in the chin.

His immediate concern evaporated as she laughed and grabbed it by the base to better control it. The act of taking control had forced her to focus on her first real cock, curiosity and arousal coursing through her mind. She looked up and into his eyes, the fire in hers finding a similar light in his, and with the silent permission given, she dipped her head down and slipped his head between her lips.

Both shuddered in pleasure, his hand subconsciously coming to rest on her head as her hand slipped between her legs. She groaned as her fingertip came into contact with her engorged clit, the juices now gushing from her slit serving as lubricant for her aggressive fingering. His mind clouded over as he allowed his daughter to grip his cock and give him the most eager yet amateur blowjob he had ever experienced. He winced as her teeth scraped across his head, her gaze meeting his in understanding as she repositioned her mouth.

Soon a salty flavor began to seep onto her tongue as she felt his heartbeat quicken with her tight grip. Her own fingers strummed faster and faster, chasing a climax that seemed so close and yet not quite achievable. Her father groaned and stroked her soft hair as he felt her draw him ever closer to the inevitable. He felt compelled to warn her, but a twisted part of his mind wondered what she would do if he surprised her. Would she like his taste?

The thought made his cock twitch, a little preview of flavors to come filling her mouth. A moan escaped around the head of his cock as she ground her hips against her fingers in response to the delightful flavor. She was surprised to realize she recognized it from the shaft of the vibrator, the understanding that the unique flavor was borne of a mixture of both of her parents' love juices. The epiphany flooded her brain with hormones as she sucked hard on the head, as though his cock was a straw through which she was determined to drink her favorite milkshake.

The added eagerness and pressure was too much for him, his cum rocketing up his throbbing shaft and into her waiting mouth. One thick load led to a second and a third, the sheer volume leaking out around her mouth and down her chin. She smiled as she swallowed, the unique flavor and scent filling her nose and mouth and making her lose her own battle. She clung to his hips as she came against her fingers, the feeling of his still half hard cock pushing up against her cheek accentuating her orgasmic bliss. After what seemed like an eternity, the two began to slow their breathing, their eyes locked in a knowing understanding of the new dynamic they had introduced.

With a sigh he stepped back from the edge of the bed, his eyes finally shifting from their position locked on his daughter to take in the rest of the room. His heart sank in terror as he noticed the shadow filling the bedroom door. His wife, her mother, stood there, her skirt hiked up to her waist and panties down between her legs. Her polished nails flashed in the dim light as they aggressively tended to her own arousal, the flushed expression on her face implying her presence had lingered for quite some time.

With a grin, their daughter used a finger to push the remaining cum into her mouth, sucking the last off of her finger to the delight of her mother. "I told you I could do it, Mommy!" she said with glee. Her father's face betrayed his astonishment as he turned to look at his wife. Her smile was wide as she finally slowed her fingers, juices dripping down her fingers and thighs.

"And Mommy is so very proud of you," she said in response, happily picturing all of the fun the three of them would be having in the near future.

(shout outs to a new friend who gave me some good ideas for this one. hope you enjoy and that it gave you good cummies!)

sorry for the lack of fantasies. haven't been in a writing mood. mostly just looking for some naughty friends to chat with ... i have one awesome one right now in Droidgirl but i feel like there are more of you out there :3

come say hello? (invitation open no matter how long has passed)
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@Droidgirl @SleepySheepy @Widee it's a very sad state of affairs ... it sucks always looking over your shoulder and knowing everyone else has to do the same ... none of us able to truly embrace each other or the community due to constantly being at risk of disappearing for good

Her tongue slipped deeper into her daughter's young folds, gently teasing her opening and gliding across her immature clit. Moans filled the room, her daughters immature sighs merely one voice among many.

A deep groan from her husband drew her gaze, her dark brown eyes glimmering over the edge of her daughter's inner thigh. His tall muscular frame sat stoically in his massive chair, their son kneeling between his legs and servicing his thick cock. The boy's hands gripped the base of his father's shaft as though trying to force it deeper into his mouth and throat, thighs shaking from a combination of choking and orgasmic waves.

The mother felt tiny fingers grab her hair and force her back onto the task at hand, her hips grinding her swollen clit all over her mother's lips and tongue. For a brief moment, she focused on the nub, her tongue lashing it to the point of overstimulation. Reluctant to stop her game, she steeled her will, gripped her daughter's wrist, and extracted herself from the tiny clutches, shifting quickly towards the other pair in the process.

Her hands reached out to cup her husband's balls, the gentle squeeze and stroke instantly pulling his attention to her as she gave him a knowing look. His understanding was instantaneous, the bond between them enough to make a glance speak volumes. With equal reluctance, he grasped his son's curly locks and pulled him away from his throbbing shaft.

The chair creaked as he shifted his weight and stepped over to the couch, his massive figure looming tall and imposing over the slender form of his still orgasming daughter. His wife wrapped a hand around his waist, fingers coming to rest in a firm grip around the base of his cock. Carefully she pulled him closer to her dripping slit, gingerly running his angry red head against her puffy lips and mixing her son's spit with her daughter's juices.

He stared down in unbridled lust as he watched his wife moan and grind her fingers against her clit while continuing to tease the two. Ten swipes lead to twenty, everyone losing count and the father losing patience. His hips pushed forward subconsciously, and while she briefly held him back in the hopes of prolonging the moment, even she had to admit that the time had come.

He felt her grip pull him forward once more, the head lodging against her tight opening, a gasp being forced from her tiny body. Mother and daughter locked eyes, the same flushed and aroused expression mirrored from one to the other as his hips shifted once more and his cock head finally slid into her tight slit.

The union between them had changed everything, with her husband and daughter now enacting the same motions that she and her own father had enjoyed. Her clit shuddered at the thought, hand still graphing her husband's cock and forcing it deeper into her daughter. A rolling orgasm slammed into her, nearly knocking her off her knees and onto the floor, hands momentarily forgetting their purpose.

His patience had run out, and with a grunt and a moan, he worked to bury inch after inch of his shaft into her once virginal pussy. Their daughter moaned, heels hooked behind her father's waist pulling him in deeper one inch at a time. Neither would be satisfied until her cunt was completely full of his cock.

With ease, he reached down and picked her up, keeping his shaft nestled within her cleft and lay down on the couch. His daughter instinctively began to grind back against his rod, hips shifting in circular motions instinctive to someone taking a shaft and loving every inch of it. She angled her hips, grinding her clit against his toned stomach as she pushed back against his cock.

Their son stood behind them, hand gripping his tiny stiff rod and moving rapidly, desperate for release despite still only having dry orgasms. He moved over the form of his mother, still reeling from her own orgasm and thrust his cock into her mouth, abruptly cutting off one of her gasps for air. Instinct instantly took over, and she sucked on the cock with a raw passion borne of pure carnal lust. The sensations on his little rod overwhelmed him, his hands grabbing her head and thrusting wildly into her mouth with little punctuated bursts. With a rising moon only a little boy could produce, he succumbed to orgasm, quaking and shaking until his knees buckled and he fell against his mother's heaving chest.

The other two paid no attention to the display at the side of the couch, too focused on their own expression of orgasmic pursuit. Her immature cunt continued to stretch a little at a time, now able to get two inches of his massive girth within her tight channel. The combination of their juices and sweat ran down his shaft as she thrust back against him, willing herself to take just one more inch.

The pressure of his tip against her cervix finally broke her will, an earsplitting orgasmic scream consisting of only the word "daddy!" bursting from her chest and setting off both of their orgasms. Thick and creamy cum filled her pussy and exploded out around his shaft to join the other juices collecting on his chest and pelvis.

The mother's groggy face lifted to look at the union of her tiny daughter and massive husband, uncontrollably drawn to the scent and flavors dripping down his cock. She shifted, bringing her son with her to run her tongue across her husband's balls. Likewise, her son's tongue ran across his sister's gaping and dripping count, both enjoying the cocktail mixture in their own way.

Their ministrations created a secondary shockwave of orgasmic bliss in the two, the last shudders fading away after a few moments. All four cuddled up on the couch, children against their parents chests and little fingers grasping softening cocks and sore cunnies before the four succumbed to a momentary slumber.

After their nap, the games would begin again, this time with different dance partners.

Coincidence and convenience served as the initial catalysts for their friendship, both of their parents bringing them to the park each week at the same time after school to kill some time and burn some energy. As the adults exchanged names and numbers while talking about all of the fun play dates they could coordinate, the two girls began crafting an imaginary kingdom in the sand pit under the playground's tallest tower.

Days turned to weeks as their regular meetups cemented their friendship, and although they went to different schools, they considered each other best friends. Birthday parties, holidays, and sleep overs were scheduled, both having more fun than they could handle. On more than one occasion, their parents had caught them napping together, one spooned up against the other in a tight embrace.

To everyone who knew them, they operated as a singular unit when put together, full of joy and enthusiasm for life. However, when apart, their moods soured and difficulties arose. Eventually, both girls had a key to the other's home in order to allow them as much time together as they pleased, especially since they lived only a block away from each other.

The sleepovers continued, but with age comes maturity and with it the ability to observe details that once went unnoticed. During one such evening, the two were brushing their teeth together, the younger of the two suddenly needing to use the restroom. Urgency forced a break from decorum, and as she moved to the toilet, she raised the lid and pulled her pajamas and panties unceremoniously down to her knees.

Much to the older girl's surprise, her friend did not sit down, but instead held a strange rod from which urine began to flow. She said nothing, trying not to be too obvious about the unexpected shift in her understanding of her friend and the confusion it raised. Innocent curiosity lead her to asking her mother about it, simply wanting to learn more from an authority figure she presumed she could trust.

The consequences of that singular question rocked her little world. Her mother suddenly spent a lot of time angry, both on phone calls to various people as well as at her and her father. Misplaced outrage dominated the tone of many discussions with little sign of improvement occuring after several days.

Worst of all, the inseparable pair found themselves suddenly isolated from each other, prevented from interacting by the older girl's mother and her toxic behavior. Years of hard fought friendship were tossed away by an overzealous mother intent on retribution for an imagined slight.

At first the younger girl feared that she had been rejected by her friend, sorrow beginning to cloud her thoughts. Maybe she was broken, unworthy of love, or a monster? Maybe she was always destined for rejection just because of the curse of her biology clashing with her gender.

However, one afternoon she arrived home from school and threw open her bedroom curtains to a surprise. Taped to the outside of her window was a tourist map of the area with the park -- their shared kingdom -- circled in thick red marker. A time late in the evening was written next to it with a smiley face carefully inserted into the circles formed by the numbers.

As soon as she could pull away from her family, the younger girl rushed to the park, tearing past familiar benches, trees, and bushes to the playground upon which they met all those years ago. She choked back fear as she rounded the last bend in the path, silently praying for her familiar face.

Sitting on the edge of the sandbox sat the older girl, her long flowing locks preventing the other from seeing her face from a distance. The younger girl hesitated, suddenly very conscious of the one thing between her legs that differentiated the two of them. While puberty had yet to take its toll, the spectre could not be ignored, and she feared both it and losing her friend equally.

The lingering fear forced a pause in her hasty path, staring across the green grass at the side of her friend's downcast head. Yet while no words or sounds betrayed her presence, the intensity and power of her gaze gave rise to a tingling sensation on the back of the neck of the older girl.

Hesitantly, she raised her head and turned, brushing her bangs back over her ear and revealing a hopeful gaze. The two locked eyes across the distance, no words spoken yet volumes being conveyed. As the younger girl began walking tentatively forward, the older girl leapt to her feet and dashed towards her friend.

The two collapsed into each other's arms, each holding the other tighter and tighter in the moment and choking back their own tears. The moment lingered longer and longer as they both silently conveyed their feelings through the intensity of their embrace. After an eternity, the older girl pulled her head back and stared into the eyes of the other for a moment before leaning in for a hesitant first kiss.

Fireworks seemed to fly as gentle kisses grew in intensity until the pair found themselves back under the playground, standing in the shadowy sandbox out of view of most everyone. Hormones flowed, hearts beat faster, and long fantasized emotions coursed through both of them.

Unexpectedly, the older girl reached down between the other's legs and gingerly rubbed the growing lump. The next words, borne of imaginary adventures undertaken in that exact spot, would cement the transition from merely friends to lovers: "Let me rescue you, sweet princess."

The younger melted against the older, physical and emotional stimulus overloading her heart and mind. Their eyes locked, tears glistening both the older's hazel eyes and emerald orbs of the younger. Fingers intertwined as they began walking back towards the younger girl's house.

Her mother, tentatively hopeful from the beginning, threw open the door to the pair, joyous to see the two of them together once more. She bustled about the kitchen, fetching snacks and silently reminiscing about her own struggles with acceptance at her daughter's age. All the while, the two girls snuggled tightly in the younger girl's room and rapidly talked to make up for lost time.

They both paused briefly when they realized the younger girl's mom had called the older's home to inform them of the impromptu sleepover. While words of impotent rage spewed forth from the cellphone's speaker, the mom kept her calm, ending the call with a simple ultimatum: "Accept their love or risk losing your daughter to hate."

Emboldened by the outright support and defense of their burgeoning redefined relationship, the two returned to their innocent petting, gentle kisses and hesitant groping of the other's slim form giving way to giggling and laughter. As the younger's mom brought snacks up to the room, she smiled wide, vicariously enjoying the love and joy present in her home.

As she walked out and closed the door behind her, she caught a glimpse of the two staring deep into each other's eyes, the rest of the world forgotten as feelings once buried burst forth. Later she would need to have a conversation with her daughter about the complexities of physical intimacy, but she knew that all they needed for the moment was a space to be free to love.

"Let girls be girls," she thought with a smile as she walked downstairs, leaving the two to their romantic evening.

(yeah i know, the past few haven't had as much sex. @Droidgirl likes romantic stuff too, so i'm trying to have a healthy balance between the two. if you want something specific and sexy, send me a DM and maybe the next one will be your fantasy)

She stood in front of the mirror, a mixture of unbridled joy and abject terror causing her heart to pound and chest to heave. The skirt swished softly against her thighs, lightly covered by stockings that accentuated her slender legs. She turned slightly, hand on her hip hoping to see if the skirt accentuated her butt well enough, but the pose was one unfamiliar to her and thus mildly ineffective. "Practice," she thought to herself.

The scene in the mirror finally seemed to register in her mind, the realization of the quiet impulse turned desperate need brought to life. A tear of overwhelming joy threatened to creep from her eye and ruin the carefully applied makeup accentuating her features. The realization came with a second in tow, a moment of clarity that she never expected would happen even in the best of circumstances. She was ... beautiful.

Reluctantly, she finally turned away from the mirror's alluring visage and towards the bed. Perched on the edge like an anxious cat, her best friend watched with a smile as she twirled once more for emphasis, skirt lifting gently into a neat come from the momentum and for a brief moment revealing the edge of a pair of silken panties gently covering her ass. The best friend's smile widened in amusement as she stumbled at the end of the twirl, still not accustomed to the feminine poses being implemented.

The friend motioned to the pile of clothes on the bed to their right followed by the empty space to their left. "I know you like it, but that's just the first outfit!" they said with an unconvincing sigh, clearly enjoying the moment despite the feeble attempt at protesting. "Who knows, maybe you'll find your 'fuck me' outfit."

The makeup could not cover the blush that flushed across her cheeks as she turned back to the mirror, hoping the friend would not notice. She definitely was hoping to find a 'fuck me' outfit, but much to her dismay, her friend maintained their stoic persona. If she was going to get a rise from them, she might need to resort to stronger tactics. After only a moment's hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and began to pull it down, bending at the waist and holding the hem until she could step out of it, one stockinged leg at a time. She felt the panties stretch and shift, barely covering the ass she had pointed in her friend's direction, sneakily glancing between her legs to see if they were watching.

The glance was brief but very obvious, with the friend's face flushing with arousal in response. Standing back upright, she tossed her skirt onto the bed and turned slowly, permitting her friend to see the front of her panties that betrayed her own arousal through the bulge and wetness displayed in full.

The silence was thick, neither willing to break the tension. The friend finally raised their eyes to match hers, lust clearly evident. With motions fluid and confident, she stepped up to her friend and straddled them across the edge of the bed, allowing her throbbing organ to press gently against their stomach as she pulled them close. The first kiss was brief, hasty, and amateur. The second was more cautious and intentional, but the third would linger in both the moment and their minds. The friend raised a hand to the hem of the panties and began to pull as she let out a low moan of approval, all of the other items on the bed forgotten.

Apparently, every outfit is a 'fuck me' outfit when you just want to fuck.

(sorry for the quickie, don't have as much time today. write me back and let me know what you think if you want :3 )

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)