mandi1975's Avatar
mandi1975 Member Since October 19, 2009

Sarah's First Flight

mandi1975 on Lesbian Stories


    I see you walking from office to office as I go about the business of the day, the manager taking you around, meeting everyone you would work with. Your long mid-back brown hair, done just so for your first day. I go to my office, knowing it will soon be my turn to meet the ‘new girl’ on the floor. The door is pulled outward, held by the manager, as you enter. I stand as you come in, your eyes, a bright brown, face smiling, lips, full, crimson, wanting to make a good first impression, and you do. I move around the desk, taking in your beauty. 25-26, 5’7”, 36c easy, 25, 36 or so, 130#, a loose blue blouse, a loose blue skirt, just below the knees, both hiding a perfect figure, light b

Read More
lue hose, encasing wonderful legs, blue closed toed, flat sandals. I’m taken by your loveliness knowing I must get to know you better, much better.

    You are introduced. Sarah. What a sweet name, I tell you. I’m Mandi, as I take your warm, soft hand, in mine. I’m told you are just down the way from me and I am the last one to meet you. As you turn to leave, I watch, your ass, dancing, as you walk to the door. I notice a slim seam on the back of your nylons, from your ankles up under your skirt, a shiver runs through me, wondering what was hidden from view. You reach the door. I tell you I hope to see more of you soon, your head turning, our eyes meeting again, saying I hope so too, winking slightly.

    The months pass and I do see you, moving around the offices, smiling when you see me, your outfits never revealing anything about you. When we would speak, I would touch your arm, smooth a wrinkle in you blouse that always was close to your breasts, brush some unseen object from the front of your skirt, never objecting. We take our lunches together, making small talk about work, the weather or the events of the day.

    You walk into my office on a Friday to drop a few work items. You are wearing the same necklace outside your blouse, the one from the first day, a small pink heart pendant hanging just above your heart. I ask you about it. You tell me it was a gift from a friend that seems so long ago and a thousand miles away. I walk to you, telling you the clasp is at the pendant and if I may, I will put at the back of your neck, where it belongs, that way we both get a wish. You tell me that would be nice. I take the necklace in my hands, moving the lock back in place, my eyes looking into yours, my fingers lingering, my thumbs lightly rubbing your neck, telling you, make your wish Sarah, make your wish and I will make mine. Your eyes close, breathing in, your lips imperceptibly moving as you breath your wish. I wait, having made mine months before.

    Your eyes open to meet mine. I ask what you have wished for. You tell me something that you have wanted for many years, but if you say, it may not come true. I smile, my tongue wetting the inside of my lips, asking if you would like to join me for a few drinks after work. You say yes, your smile returning to your face.

    I meet you after work, walking to the street. We decide on a cab, not wanting to chance the fates of the law. I tell the driver the name of the club and we are on our way, sitting close, talking, my hands touching your arm, your knee as we speak. Arriving, I take your arm and lead you inside to a low table, the double seat behind it. You ask about my Asian ancestry, saying it intrigues you. I tell you I’m half Japanese, half Caucasian, but all American, recounting stories of years gone by and we laugh, your hand in mine, my thumb caressing between your fingers. Our drinks go down easily and I am a little bolder in my touches, my hands going a little further than your knee, a little closer to your breasts. To soon it is time to go.

    We catch a cab, doubling the ride to our homes, telling you I will come get you in the morning to pick up our cars. We approach my house, my moment to find if your wish is the same as mine. I ask if you will come in for a nightcap, I will show you my home. Your eyes meet mine, your hand no longer a stranger, on my knee, saying yes, I would like that, I’m sure it is much nicer than my small apartment.

    Fixing a cocktail, I ask why you wear clothes that hide. You blush, saying they make you feel comfortable. I ask if you would like to try one of my wide shouldered tank tops, telling you it would compliment your figure. You hesitate. Then, yes, why not. I take you to my bedroom, picking out a pink one. You change in the bath. When you come out I tell you how lovely you look, walking you to the three sided mirror, saying, look at yourself, your beautiful.

    You say it doesn’t look right. I comment it Must be because of the bra, a dark blue thing, and maybe you should take it off, then look again. ‘Maybe’, and remove the top, tilting your head back, shaking back your long, brown hair, unclasping your bra, your firm breasts revealed to me for the first time. I’m gazing at you in the mirror, your breasts pushing away from your chest, tipped with smallish, light brown nipples. I breathe in sharply, the site sending an electric signal from my eyes to my pussy, an intense tingle inside. I think to myself, Ohhhh, Sarah, my smooth, bald slit moistening just looking at you!

    You slip the top over your head. I move behind you, saying, Sarah, let me help you, taking the bottom hem in my hands, pulling it to your waist. My hands lingering there, for a moment, looking at each other in the mirror, mere seconds passing, eyes softening, your full, red lips smile, our wants, our needs undeniable. I put my arms around you, moving into you, my hard pebbles pressing into your back, your butt against my hips. I watch your eyes in the mirror as they leave mine, moving to your nipples, hard, inviting against the material, as if saying, touch me. Your eyes meet mine again and close slowly, your smile, just a bit more, silently telling me yes.

    My hands move up, cupping your breasts, one finger brushing against a nipple, your eyes slowly opening, watching me, moving one hand to the button at the side of your skirt, undoing it, sliding the zipper down, then your hand to mine, bringing it down across your flat stomach, placing it inside the top of the skirt, your hand leaving mine, up to your free nipple, lightly pinching, your ass pushing into my hips.

    Sarah, my lovely Sarah, we are too far gone to turn back. My hand goes further, into your skirt, inside your panties, closer, my middle finger along your wet slit. I press between your moist, warm folds sliding inside, a low ‘mmmm’ escaping your throat. I slide out, to your clit, pressing softly, my fingertip, touching, back, forth, like I do to myself. (as I’m doing to myself now) Urging you closer, closer. It took only moments, your body stiffening, your head on my shoulder, moaning deep in your chest, coming, coming. I look at you in the mirror, my flower, wet, full, asking for it’s own release, as you shudder against me, your body relaxing into my arms

    Subsiding, you turn around, my hand leaving your warmth, the skirt falling to the floor, showing the garter I knew was going to there, our arms around one another, your face moving closer to mine, our lips touching, tentative, kissing, then passionately, your hand, under my skirt, squeezing, pulling me to you, your sweet tongue inside my mouth, sparring with mine, sealing our wants, our desires.

    Standing in front of the mirror, your tongue darts, playing in my mouth, mine pushing back, to court yours, parting only as you remove my top, my bra, dropping them on the floor, then back to my wanting lips. I tug at the hem of your top, our lips parting once more, as it joins the growing pile of clothing on the floor, our lips joined again, our hard nipples pressing together, the hot breath from your nose, a wind, feather light, blowing across my cheek, a hand undoing my skirt, my hips moving back, to let it, also, meet it’s predecessors.

    I want to be naked next to you, my thumbs in the waistband of your panties, my mouth away from yours, looking into your eyes, saying ‘Let me’ as I remove first yours, then my own, leaving only your stockings and garter, telling you to wear them for me. I stand, running my hand up the inside of your thigh, to your wet slit, dipping two fingers just inside your flower, covering them with your cream, bringing them up to my mouth, tasting your honey, coating my lips. Our faces are close again, your tongue on my lips, savoring your sweetness, mmmm’ing into my mouth. Your lips move to my neck, kissing into the hollow, licking at the top of my sternum, your hand moving across my abdomen, closer to my naked pussy, your lips are at the top of my right tit, moving closer to my hard nipple.

    I’m shaking. I place my hand under your chin, lifting your face to mine, my almond shaped eyes, gazing into my sweet Sarah‘s.

    Let me be the first, Sarah, let me be the one. Your deep, soulful eyes tell me yes.

    I take your hand, leading you to my bed, laying you on your back, your head on my pillows, my knees between your lower wings, helping you spread them for your first flight, my face close to yours, my body over yours, our nipples lightly touching. My lips whisper against yours.

    Sarah…my sweet, sweet Sarah. I have been dreaming of this moment. Our lips touch softly, now parting as I move my tongue over your chin, around your neck to your ear, touching the outside, breathing into your ear, Sarah. Ohh, Sarah. My lips moving to you neck, one arm behind your knee, my hand on your firm, smooth ass, my tongue across the top of your soft, yielding breast, leaving a line of wetness for you to follow as you watch. Closer, closer. My hand moves in between the cheeks of your ass, touching your rose as my lips close around your hard nipple, my tongue swirling around it, my finger circling your bud, wet, as your pussy flows over, the question, wordless.

    “Yesss, Mandi, Yesssss!” Your head back…to one side…into my pillows, taking in the scent of where I sleep, my dreams now a reality. I part your rosebud, entering the tip of my finger, moving away from your nipple, my free arm behind your yet unopened wing, my tongue, my lips moving to your navel, to first one hip, then across to the other, the tip of my finger toying, my tongue back to your abdomen. I slowly pull my finger from your rosebud, wanting my lips, my tongue the only things that please you. I move my mouth to the top of your pussy, so close, yet not touching, pushing your hands away from my head, saying, Let me, Sarah, let me be the one that pleases you. My nostrils flare, taking your fragrance into my senses.

    My lips move up, to your inner thigh, touching lightly, to your knee, down again to that fragrant flower, my tongue just touching it’s full, pink petals, your breath racing into your lungs, my mouth, a brush, painting your second wing, touching it with my lips, my tongue tickling the underside of your knee. (You are so close, my love. I have barely touched you!) My mouth moves down your thigh, to the edge of you wet, warm pussy, licking, teasing you. I reach up, taking your hands, placing them behind your knees, pushing them up over your arched back to your breasts, telling you to keep them there, the whole of your sweetness exposed to my waiting tongue, my wanting lips . (so close, my sweet. Let me be the one that parts the folds…my lover, my Sarah!)

    My tongue extends, my lips touching the bottom of your pussy, sweet cream flowing from you, reveling in the first taste of you. My mouth moves up an inch, separating you, my tongue, pushing inside, the contact of my full, wet lips on your dew covered petals making the air rush into your lungs, my nose coaxing you’re your desire from it’s hiding place. My tongue moves to touch it’s growing hardness, my lips closing around it, capturing your last defense. Our eyes meet, knowing, knowing I will take you to heights never reached. You watch as my tongue moves back and forth across your smooth clit, your breath short, my name escaping your lips, (Mandi…Mandiii…yesss!). Closer, higher I bring you, to the top of your flight, watching your eyes as they close, your chest heaving, your back arching in the moments before release. Not yet…Not yet, my Sarah. I won’t release you to fly yet, moving my mouth away, watching as your flower begs to be set free.

    You are mine, mine for the taking, but only when I decide you are ready. I move to the skin in between your ass and your pussy, touching it with my tongue, lightly tickling, my lips moving to your rosebud, tasting it’s musky flavor, the scent of your sweetness, my tongue circling, pushing into your forbidden fruit, my nose in the petals of the most beautiful flower, my senses overwhelmed. You breath deeply, wanting me back, begging me back to your aching clit. I can deny you no longer. My tongue flattens between your folds in a long, last taste of you. My finger pushes into your rose. Your stem, between my lips, sucking, slashing, relentless, bringing you to the top of your flight, your breath in short spurts as I let you go, flying, soaring into your orgasm. Coooooooming, wings spread in ecstasy, coooooming, my lips not letting you falter as discover the intimate pleasure, the joy only another woman can bring you.

    You glide back to earth, tremors running up your spine, as your pussy spasms, your ass clenching at my invading finger. Your back falls to the bed, your lungs filling with much needed air, your first flight over, wanting to take flight again.

    I move up to you, over you, our nipples touching once again, the scent of our love heavy, pushing us together, keeping us in each others arms. Your lips meet mine, savoring the taste of our lovemaking. I barely breath the words. (Sarah, my love, my beautiful, my Sarah) You hold me, close, your hand reaching to touch, reaching to take me on my first flight with you…your wish, come true.

Mandi

Comments a butsupbeggin@yahoo.com



Graduation Day

mandi1975 on Incest Stories

It was graduation day. I had been chosen to speak about high school life and how it had helped not only me, but the class, prepare for the life that lay ahead of us. I had been working on my ‘speech’ for months and with help from Mom, Dad and my brother Tim, I was all ready to wow the crowd. I would only speak for five or six minutes and paring down all the material I had was a daunting task.

Let me give you a short background of what brought on the events of that particular day. I’m Tamara, Tami, and I have a twin, well almost. My brother, Timothy, Tim. As luck would have it, Tim was born just eleven minutes before me and he treats those eleven like they are gold. Always re

Read More
minding me he’s the big brother. We shared a room until we were twelve and seeing each other nude every now and again seemed to be no big deal to us. We had compared our bodies in front of the mirror and wondered why if we were twins he had a thing between his legs and I didn’t, because, except for our hair length, we did look exactly alike. When we were ten I got him to dress in my clothes, right down to the panties and standing next to him in another dress, you would have thought we were twin girls.

I thought it was kind of exciting, the thought of having a sister instead of Tim and told him if he looked like a girl he needed a girls name, so I dubbed him Tabitha, Tabby for short. I asked him what he thought and he said he didn’t look bad, only his hair needed to be longer. He suddenly looked at me, said he felt funny and shook a bit, putting his hands on his crotch and groaned, then said he thought he should get back in his own clothes and disappeared into the bath. Changing, he went outside, but hadn’t brought out my clothes. I found them in a heap in the bathroom. Picking them up I realized the panties were wet with a white gooey fluid. I didn’t know it then, but I had just seen Tim orgasm the fist time.

We moved to a bigger house when we were twelve. Tim and I had our own rooms. Nice, as the space before was cramped. About the same time our parents sat us down and told us the facts of life, books with pictures, the whole works. We found out why he had a penis and I didn’t. We grew quickly, reaching our present height of 5’ 9” at age fifteen. I started to ‘blossom’ and at sixteen was 35-25-36, strawberry blonde hair, the only thing changing from then till now, my breast size, a 36C. I thought I was good looking and so did a lot of the guys, so I was happy. Tim and I still looked alike except, again, for the obvious. Tim had let his hair grow to just above his shoulders, but mine was three or four inches longer, both of us parting it in the middle.

From twelve to sixteen I often found things were missing from my closet and underwear drawer, only to ‘magically’ reappear in a day or so. I knew the culprit and cornered Tim. He reluctantly told me he liked dressing as Tabby, it turned him on to think he was my sister and made me promise not to tell, almost crying at getting caught. I asked if he was gay. His eyes flared at the question, saying no, he just liked to think of himself as me once in awhile. I agreed not to tell on one condition, that he let me turn him into me, make-up and all. In my opinion he said OK a little to quickly. I told him we would have to wait for a day when our parents were gone, so as not to get caught.

The day came soon enough. I got Tim, reminded of our deal and he followed me to my room. I told him to take off his shirt, saying we didn’t want to get any make-up on it, then told him to sit in front of the vanity and show him what to do. Sitting next to him, he said maybe I should remove my top, wouldn’t want to get anything on. I wasn’t wearing a bra and as I slipped off the tee, I saw him looking at my tits in the mirror.

“How are we going to manage those?” I blushed a little and then he said, “I mean on me.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plan. If you listen and do as I do, you will be Tabby in no time.”

The basics were easy. A little foundation here, a little powder there, cheek highlighter, color and we had reached the hard part, the eyes. Don’t use to much or it will make you look slutty, just watch. As I applied eye shadow, liner and mascara, I said just keep your eyes open and watch what your doing. I finished with a pink lip gloss. He did the same as I had and as we looked in the mirror I saw he was becoming Tabby.

I walked to the closet, getting two similar outfits, picked out two lacey, white thong panties, a sheer bra for me and one that we could work with for him. I threw him two white balloons and told him to blow them up until I said stop.

“What are these for?”

“We’re making boobs, silly. You don’t think all those tits out there are real, do you?” Tim filled them with air and handed them to me. I set them aside and said, “Let’s do this together. I’ll take off my shorts at the same time you do, that way if we’re embarrassed it will at the same time.” We hooked our thumbs in our waistbands and bent over, removing them. I stood, looking at Tim, thinking what the hell, we’d seen each other naked before, just not in a few years. As he stood, I could see him looking at me, his eyes stopping at my lightly haired, blonde pussy. It seemed forever, but once standing, I saw that where I got my figure, he had blossomed himself. His crotch hair was as fine and light as mine, but that is not what had my attention. Standing straight out from his hips was a thick, veined eight inch cock. I had seen guys cocks before, I’d even given one of my boy friends a blow job, but nothing like this. I actually had to force myself to look at his dolled up face.

I kind of nodded at it and said, “Now that could be a problem.” Then smiled. “I guess I wasn’t anticipating something…so big.” I got the thong he was to wear and walked to him putting them in his hand. “If you are going to wear these,” looking down at his cock, “that’s going to need to be…well let’s just say… deflated.”

Looking at his cock, “It’s not like there’s a valve, sis. It needs some…manipulation, so to speak”, watching as his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it. I stared, mesmerized by the site of Tim jacking-off, a drop of fluid forming at the tip, my pussy tingling, moistening, legs spreading a bit, fingers moving to rub the wet lips of my twat, as we masturbated. I knew we were both close to coming.

Moving to him, I took his hand from his cock, my eyes slits, looking into his, “Let me, Tim, I want to”, my fingers around his big cock the tips unable to touch, slowly moving back and forth, looking down as my hand stroked. Dropping to my knees, watching, fluid almost dripping from the tip, my face moved closer, tongue out, licking the tip, a first, tentative taste, salty, sweet.

Licking my lips, opening my mouth wide, moving forward, taking half his cock inside, lips closing around it, Tim moaning, my fingers pushing into my cunt, my head moving in time with my hand, sucking faster, Tim’s hands on my head, hips thrusting, silently telling me the speed, my pussy dripping around my pushing fingers, a thumb flicking my hard clit, his cock growing harder in my mouth!

“Tami…Taaaaammi…TAMMMMMM!” His hands stopped my head, his cock pulsing, body tensed, his first shot filling my mouth, “TAMMMIII!” Not letting my head move, shooting again into my mouth, sending me into my own orgasm, shaking on my knees, my cream running down the insides of my legs, three fingers buried to the top knuckle, a third shot overflowing my mouth, come escaping around his twitching cock, down my chin, onto my tits, swallowing hot, sweet come, our orgasms slowing, bodies relaxing, my mouth sucking the last from his cock, looking up into his eyes, one hand still on his slowly deflating member, the other, soaked with my juice, moving to my chin, pushing the come into my mouth, sucking my fingers clean.

Standing, I could see he was sweating, ruining the make-up, my own needing a touch up. Putting my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine, I kissed my brother, forcing my tongue into his mouth, his arms around my waist, cock touching my drenched pussy, sending a shiver through me, kissing passionately. I moved my lips from his, looking into his eyes, knowing I wanted to go further, but willing to wait for the proper day.

“We need to get cleaned up, then re-apply our make-up, now that you have been…deflated.” He laughed a bit and said OK, but I could see he, too, wanted more.

Taking Tim to the bathroom, I showed him how best to remove the make-up without leaving his face red when he was done. Back at the vanity, he got another lesson in application. He did better the second time, so I built his ego a bit, telling him with practice, he could be good at it. Putting on the panties, he pushed his cock between his legs and it looked almost natural. I got the bra on him, stuffed the balloons in place, then we put on our tops and skirts, walked to my full length mirror, admiring our work.

We looked at each other in the mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I spread my arms in front of me, “Wa-La, Tabitha, I have a sister! You look beautiful!” We giggled and I said, “Now look, I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, just let me know, But you can’t use my make-up, I’ll take you shopping and get you what you need. No one will ever suspect it’s for you and not me. Plus your secret, our secret, is safe.” I made the motion with my fingers of locking my lips.

Tabby turned to me, her head bowed a little, blushing. “I hope your lips are locked only for that.”

I put my hand under her chin, raising her head, winking and giving her a quick kiss, “I hope yours are locked only for the same reason. We need to get out of these things. Mom and Dad will be home soon.”

I kept my promise, took him shopping, getting under things he liked as well. I couldn’t have him wearing mine all the time. Tim kept his promise, letting me know what he had taken from my closet, returning them when he was done cleaned and pressed if needed. We had gotten together a few times, but it was nothing more than masturbating together, me giving him a blow job, or him licking me to orgasm. I was getting a little frustrated, wanting more than just that. I wanted Tim to be the first one, the first inside me. I know both of us wanted to go further than that, but taking that step…

So here it was, graduation day. The ceremony was mid-morning on a Saturday, with a senior party later that night. Our parents were leaving for a week about an hour after the diplomas were given out. There was always some theme for the party, this year, a masquerade. When Tim and I heard about it, I dared him to go as me and I would dress as him in his suit and tie. He looked at me as if I were crazy, saying he had never been out of the house dressed as a girl, telling me it was for his own enjoyment. I kept after him and I guess he’d enough and said OK, on one condition.

“You have kept my secret and I love you for it, but if I’m going to go out dressed like you, take the chance of being totally embarrassed in front of my friends, you can’t wear any clothes under your gown at the ceremony.”

“I don’t know, Tim. Everybody takes their gown off right after. How am I going to even try to get away with it? Let me think about it. OK?”

I stood behind the podium, mortar board pinned to my hair, a crimson gown, thigh high red stockings and white three inch heels the only thing covering me, speaking to a gym filled with people. I finished to a round of polite applause and took my seat on stage. Diplomas were handed out and when Tim gained the stage I stood, taking my place in front of him, to receive mine, a small victory as I was ahead of my ‘big’ brother for the first time. Taking our seat on the floor, Tim turned to me saying I had done well, given the circumstance. I smiled at him and said I hope he did half as well later.

The program was over, everyone making their way out of the gym to be congratulated by family and friends, all the graduates removing their gowns but me. Finding my parents and Tim, I was asked why I didn’t take mine off, making some excuse about how it made me feel like I had accomplished something great in my life and wanted to hang onto it for as long as I could. Mom and Dad said their good-byes for the week and I grabbed Tim by the hand, dragging him out of the school, telling him to get us out of there, quick time, luckily not stopped by any of our friends.

Driving home, I looked at Tim, “Holy cats! I was nervous up there. From the minute I stood up I could feel the gown rubbing against me. It excited me, knowing I was almost naked in front of all those people.” We pulled into the drive, parked and Tim turned to me.

“You were blushing the entire time. I didn’t think you had it in you. I was turned on knowing I was the only one who knew. We should go inside. I want for you to decide what I wear.”

We walked into the house, Tim throwing his gown on a chair and kicked off his shoes, socks and untucked his shirt. I turned away from him, unzipping my gown letting fall behind me, wearing only the nylons and heels looking over my shoulder, smiling.

“I know just the thing. It may be a little tight, but as soon as you slip inside I’m positive you’ll fit. Come on, I’ll help you with of your clothes.” With Tim following, because of the heels, I could feel my ass dancing in front of him.

We entered the bedroom and I told him to close and lock the door, just in case. Moving to him I un buttoned his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders, undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid down his zipper. Taking his pants and underwear in my hands I slipped them down his legs, balancing on the balls of my feet, my legs spread in front of him, his hard cock even with my face. I got him to lift his feet so I could get his pants off the rest of the way, took his hard eight inches in my hand, stroking.

Licking up the underside, I took three inches into my mouth, my head moving slowly back and forth, still stroking him. Putting my hand around the base, I opened my mouth, moved forward until his cock was touching my throat, closed my lips around him, my tongue moving along the ‘vein’, Tim eliciting a low moan, my head moving back, then taking as much of his cock as I could, without gagging, again…again, Tim’s hands on my head, trying to force his cock deeper, my fingers running along the lips of my warm, moist pussy, touching my clit. Looking up at him, I could see him watching me, bringing him nearer orgasm.

His cock grew harder as I sucked him. Knowing he was close, I pulled my head away from his flesh and stood, put my arms around his neck bringing his face to mine, our lips touching, parting, our tongues playing, one hand behind my neck, the other on my ass, pulling me close, his cock sliding in between my legs, my pussy lips separated on top of it, sweet honey flowing, coating, kissing passionately, moving my brother back to my bed, lips parting as he lay on his back, moving his head to my pillows, my mouth back to his cock, taking him as deep as I could inside once again, tasting my cream, Tim groaning.

I moved my tongue along his stomach, circling his navel, to one nipple, taking it in my teeth, biting lightly, my hips moving closer to his steel, my lips to along his neck, touching his chin, my pussy lips on each side of his ‘vein’, wetting his cock, my lips to his mouth, our eyes staring into one another’s, the tip inside, whispering softly against his lips.

“You’ll fit inside just right”, lowering an inch more inside, “A little tight”, his tip touching my virginity, “This is what I want you to wear tonight”, my hips pushing down harder, breaking through, wincing at the slight pain, my pussy taking another inch, my lips next to his ear, “You are the first, my twin” Pushing back, inch upon inch, sliding inside, sitting up, hands on his chest, deeper, his hard length fully inside, extended clit feeling his soft hair, my pussy involuntarily squeezing, my head back, my brothers eight inches stretching me.

The feeling of Tim’s cock inside me was unbelievable. I held him there for several moments, getting used to the length, the girth. I hooked my feet on the insides of his knees, my hands on his chest and raised my hips, his cock sliding almost from me, then slowly lowered, his smooth, hard cock entering again, my clit touching hair again, sending an intense tingle into me.

“Tami, you feel so good, so tight around me.” His hands on my ass, lifting me again, pushing down onto his cock, nipples hard, “So warm”, up again, “So wet.” Taking his cock inside again, again, gaining a rhythm, fucking for the first time, hips hitting audibly, faster I pushed his hot meat into me, harder, fucking his cock, my clit hitting each time I took him inside, closer, my orgasm immanent, driving down onto him, holding him inside as I came.

“Tim…TIMMMM,” Shivering as my orgasm coursed through me, my pussy, viselike, clasping my twin brothers cock, “Timmmmmy!!!”, Falling onto his chest, my breasts heaving, gasping for air, his cock sliding from my pussy, nestled between the cheeks of my ass.

His arms around me as he turned me onto my back, the tip of his cock splitting my cunt lips, one leg around his waist, the other on his ass, pulling his cock into me, thrusting up to meet his hips as he fucked me, hips clapping together, harder, his balls hitting my ass as my brother stroked faster into my grasping cunt, cream flowing, coating my asshole.

“Harder, fuck…Me…Fuck…Me…Harderrrrr…!!!” My legs pulling, forcing his huge cock into my drenched pussy, fingernails raking, digging into his back, my feet locked around his ass, his cock driving into me, his body tensing,

“Fuck…Me, yes TIIIIIIIM!!!” Each blood filled vein bringing us closer…his cock growing harder…closer

“Tammmi…TAMMMMI!!!” Groaning my name, his hips jerked into mine, eight inches pushed deep, pumping, hot come exploding inside me, coming with him, my cunt grabbing as he filled me again, “Ooooooooh, Timmmmmmmmy…Yeeeees!” Our hips grinding, our orgasms, seemingly ceaseless, my brother falling forward, looking into my eyes as his cock pulsed, our lips meeting yet again, shaking into the last moments.

I held him in my arms, his cock still hard inside, “I think the party can wait. Maybe later we can get you to fit into that pretty pink bottom you’ve been admiring.”

Comments at butsupbeggin@yahoo.com

My first time

mandi1975 on Incest Stories


Hi there. I'm Mandi. I am now 24 years old. I am ½ Japanese (my dad),½ Swedish,, but all American, having been born and raised in the mid-west. My grandparents both immigrated here and raised their families. There are several aunts and uncles on my dad’s side, but only my mom and her brother, Phil, on my mom’s side. I know the whole story of how Mom and Dad met but won’t go into it. I am 5’ 7” and got my features from my dad, but got Mom’s body. 36c-24-34. Not a bad trade off as far as I am concerned. I started to develop early in life, my boobs starting to bud at 11 or so. Mom told me all about he birds and bees just about the same time. They both work and Phil, since I was about 5 or 6, would be asked to come over

Read More
and ‘baby-sit’ on a regular basis. Phil is 10 years older than me and had always seemed to be the same height. 6’ 2”, 180#, blond and good looking to boot. He was an athlete in High school and always was in great shape.

As a girl growing up, when he was watching me, I would sit on his lap and read to him. He always told me that reading is key to education. He helped me with my homework and I always got great grades, thanks to his help. Once all that was done, we would wrestle around, with him tickling me and me always ending up on top of him, straddling his stomach, my hands on his shoulders in a fake pin. I knew he always let me win, but so what, it made me feel good to be the ’winner’. During the summers, we would go to the lake and swim, then lay on the beach and talk about everything, sports, cars, butterflies, the clouds, girls and boys. Phil never hesitated talking to me, no matter the subject, treating me as his equal, rather than a girl that was ten years his junior. He Always took good care of me.

Boys had been on my mind for a couple years, but at 14 (almost 15) they really started to interest me, I’m sure some kind of hormonal thing. I started to note how big Phil really was. I had been laying on my towel at the beach and Phil was swimming. As he came out of the water, I looked at him, seeing him in a different light. He was wearing tan Speedo type trunks, almost the same color as his skin and at a distance it looked as if he were wearing nothing. Wet they clung to him, outlining his cock. Even though it was soft it was a good 6 inches, and quite thick. I heard a couple of the girls near me comment on his ‘package’ wondering how big it was when hard. Just looking at it made my still bald pussy moist, my clit getting hard, also wondering about the same. We spent about an hour longer at the lake and every chance I got I would look at his dick, the nipples on my 34’s standing out against the spandex of my bikini top. I know he noticed, as every now an again his eyes would travel the length of my body. He stood, facing me, said let’s go, so I sat up. His crotch only about a foot from my face and as he slid his tee shirt over his head I looked at his cock again. I would swear it was a couple of inches bigger. We got in the car and headed home.

Once there I would have normally showered and changed, but inside the living room I took off my tank top, wearing only my tight little spandex two piece, grabbed Phil and started our fake wrestling match, our bodies close as I tried to gain a hold on him. I had his shirt in my hands and as he backed trying get away from me, off it came. Both of us were now clad only in our swim gear, my nipples again hard, his cock, getting harder, pressing against the fabric of his trunks. I could see the ‘vein’ running up the bottom, ending just below the head. The tip looked as if it were trying to pop out of the top of his suit.

Phil moved into me, took me down and was on top of me, his hands holding my forearms to the floor, his knees getting between my legs, moving them apart, his hips pressing down into me. I could feel his cock against my stomach, his balls pressing into my now hard clit. I put my feet on the floor and raised my hips, trying to ‘bridge’, but only succeeded in sliding his cock onto my button, the material of our suits sending jolts through my already soaked canal, making my legs shake.

Phil looked down, his eyes on our joined hips, saying, “Oh, no you don’t”, and pushed my ass back to the floor, the bottom of his hard cock pressing into my pussy. He released one of my forearms, lifted his hips a bit and straightened his dick, then hooked his arm behind my knee and pushed onto me I could feel the bare part of his hard shaft on my stomach. I pushed up on his shoulder and as usual he let me get the advantage, rolling onto his back, me on top, only this time I was straddling his hips, the cloth of my suit the only thing between us, his hard cock against my hot, young, wanting pussy. I could feel it pulsing as he tried to tickle me, my pussy purposely sliding along the underside of his dick, soaking us both with my juices. I had his hands on the floor up by his head, leaning over him smiling slyly, as I slid back and forth along his length, so close, so close, looking between us, seeing 7 inches of hard cock outside of the top of his swim suit, a clear fluid on his upper abdomen.

“OHhh, Uncle Phil, your cock feels so good. I want to feel it next to my pussy!” I was sooo hot, my skin flushed, sooo wet!! The crotch of my suit pulled up inside me, my button hard, spandex rubbing it, waiting for, wanting sweet release.

I kept moving back and forth, closer, closer to coming when Phil grabbed my wrists and moved our hands to my hips, helping me slide along his hard cock. His hands left mine, one pushing his suit down and behind his balls, the other pulling my bikini bottoms to one side, my bare pussy lips separated by his big ’vein’, riding along the underside of his hard pole, his hands back at my wrists and hips. I started to shudder as my orgasm hit, my clit pressed hard against him, my back arched, my nipples hard, pushing against my bikini top, rubbing hard and fast down onto his cock, soaking his big rod. Phil let go of my wrists and I fell forward, my hands on his shoulders, his on my ass, rocking me back and forth, holding me as I continued to come. Looking into his eyes, I moved forward, letting the big tip of his cock enter me, taking just it inside. His hips pushed up into me, another two inches inside.

“I want more, more of that big cock inside me!!! Don‘t let me wait, FUCK ME!”

With a smile on his face, he placed one hand behind my head, the other on the small of my back as he rolled on top of me. He removed his suit, then my bottoms and hooked his arms behind my knees, raising my ass off the floor. I saw the full length of his 9 inches and knew he was about to enter my virgin hole. Phil lowered himself, letting his cock ride along my wet slit. One hand reached down and held the base letting just the tip enter my tight pussy, then pulling out moving it to my ass, getting it slick with my cream, moving the head around my rectum, pushing just a bit. My clit was throbbing, my cunt flowing, as his cock tip was first in my pussy, then again at my ass, pushing, my asshole wet with my juices allowing his tip inside. Oooooo, it felt so good! Yessss, fuck my assss!!

Phil stopped teasing me with his cock and moved down, his face at my pussy and pushed his tongue inside me, his arms around my legs, keeping my cunt on his face, licking me. His lips were around my clit, sucking, bringing me to my second orgasm, my hands on the back of his head, holding him there as I pushed against him. Coooming! His lips left my clit, licking along my pussy, the skin between my cunt and ass, tickling a bit, then licking my asshole, his tongue forcing it’s way into my rectum. If I had known it felt this good to have my ass played with, I would have done it long ago. His tongue probed my ass, then back to my pussy. I knew I was going to get fucked and didn’t care which hole he filled, I just wanted that big 9 inch cock inside me.

“Fuck me! Put your cock inside me,” I moaned. Phil moved up, my calves on his shoulders as he pushed into my burning twat, stretching me. 2, then 3 inches inside. He hit my virginity. I pushed up onto his cock as he pushed down, breaking through, the pain of my ripping maidenhood sending me into a third orgasm, my arms around him as my hips thrust up. He pulled back, my mind screamed at him!! ‘NO, NOOOO, DON’T PULL IT OUT’, just the tip inside me, then forward, half of his cock inside. Phil started to fuck me slowly. Each push sending another inch or two into my cunt.

“Ohhh, yes” I heard him groan. “You are sooo tight, SOOO HOT! SOOO WET!!!!” His cock sliding further into me. I was close again. He pulled back and then pushed hard into me, burying his full 9 inches inside me, his hips meeting mine, his cock at the entrance of my womb, pushing inside, his balls resting on my ass, holding me as I shook into my fourth orgasm, my cunt milking his huge member, my cream oozing onto my asshole as he let me get used to his size.

I looked into his eyes. “Fuck me, Uncle Phil, FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!! FUUUCK MEEE ANY WAY YOU WANT!!! JUST FUCK MEEEE!!!” He pulled back and slowly re-entered me. His cock felt divine as it pushed in and out of my pussy. He let my legs drop, one arm around my back, the other holding my ass. I wrapped them around his waist, pulling up to meet him, pulling him into me, pulling hard onto his cock with my legs, his hips hitting mine in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against my wet ass. I was coming again, my pussy spasming around him, trying to hold him inside as he continued to fuck me, pulling all but the tip out, my legs forcing him back into me. FUCKING ME!!! His long dick stroking in, out, over and over. My juices ran down the crack of my ass onto the floor.

Phil pushed his cock inside and held it there, picking me up, my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, his hands on my ass. He stood, my legs around his waist, his cock buried inside me. His lips meet mine, kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth, probing. He carried me to my bed while he raised and lowered my ass, slowly fucking me all the way. Gently, he laid me at the end, his cock pulling from me and hooking his elbows around the back of my knees plunged his member back into me, fucking me in long, slow, steady strokes.

Leaning down, our lips met again, my arms around his neck, our tongues dancing, each of us moaning into the others mouth. My heels were on his ass. Each time, on his stroke into me, I would lift up to meet him, my young, hot, juicy pussy tightening around his girth, feeling every blood filled vein as he pulled back, then filling me again and again, his long strokes sending me over the edge again. COOMING HARD, holding his cock inside me as the waves subsided.

“Mandi, I am so close. I want you to turn over so I can fuck you from behind.” Pulling his cock from me, he turned me over, knees spread at the edge of the bed, leaning on my elbows, my butt up, my cock stretched hole waiting, wanting him again inside. My uncle placed his cock, soaked with my come, at the top of my ass crack, moving it down to my little wet rosebud, circling it with the tip, pushing the head inside, my butt hole clenching around it, another inch, two, then three inside, the pain, pure pleasure, ‘Fuck my ass’ moaning ‘Fuck me in my ass’.

He pulled out, saying, “Next time, the next time”, and slid down to my pussy. He pushed hard into me, my ass pushing back into his wonderfully huge rod, his hand on my hips as, pulling me back onto him as he started to fuck me, harder, harder. His cock drove into me, his big sack hitting my clit as his hips slapped my ass cheeks. Moaning, begging him to fuck me harder.

“I’m gonna come soon!!” Phil reached an arm around my chest pulling me up, his thumb and forefinger pulling and pinching one hard nipple through my top, thrusting relentless up into me, my back arched, my juices flowing down the insides of my legs, my head on his shoulder. His free hand took mine, pushing it down to my twat. I could feel the base of his cock with my fingers as it slid in and out.

He was whispering in my ear “I saw you looking at my cock today. My cock getting hard just looking at your hot body, your nipples were as hard as rocks, your pussy was wet just thinking about it.” I moaned a Yesssss, his hand holding mine on the base of his cock, his thumb flicking at my clit, as he pushed into me. “You like my big cock in your tight little pussy. You’re so close. I can feel your dripping pussy grabbing at my cock. I’m gonna come inside your hot little box. I’M GONNNA COOOMMMME!!!”

“Come in me, COME INSIDE MEEEE!!!” His cock began to grow, just moments away, his hand pressing mine against the few inches not inside. Phil’s cock throbbed against my hand, “I’M COOOMINGGGG!!!” His ‘vein’ pulsed in my palm as my uncle’s hot sperm raced up his dick, exploding into me, filling me, filling my pussy to overflowing, running down my legs, my cunt milking his steel, coming with him, COOOOOMMMMMMING!!! Both of us shaking as his cock pushed into me, our bodies convulsing into each other, shaking, as his load flowed into me.

Phil took his arms from around me. I fell forward to the bed, 9 inches of hard meat sliding out of me, the head popping as it exited. I turned over, propping myself up on my hands, looking down at my well stretched hole, our combined come pooling on the bedspread. I looked up at Uncle Phil’s still hard, glistening wet cock. Come was dripping from the end. He got on the bed, knee walking toward me, his cock swaying in front of me, straddling my stomach, it’s wet head touching my lips, my mouth opening, my tongue out, tasting us. MMMMmmmm…His hand behind my head, pushing into my mouth, mine on his shaft, moving forward, the last bit of his come swallowed down my throat.

Laying next me, Uncle Phil took me in his arms, holding me close. I’m 24 now, but anytime I want or need a good fucking, I call Phil to ‘baby sit’ me. Like I said, he always takes good care of me.

Comments at butsupbeggin@yahoo.com

Daddy's Disipline.

mandi1975 on Incest Stories


I grew up under quite strict rules, not only at home, but at the private, all girls school I attended. At home there were chores to be attended to, and if they were not completed when told, punishment was swift, being dealt with by a good spanking from my father. It was just him and me, my mom having left for parts unknown when I was very little. I learned quickly to obey, doing as told, when told, as Daddy’s hand was not gentle on my butt, always over his knee with my skirt up over my hips, my panties the only thing between my ass and his smooth, but harsh hand.

When I learned to count, Daddy showed me a pair of dice, and I would have to roll them on the kitchen table, then count the number showing. He said that t

Read More
his way I was the one that chose the number of swats my butt was to receive for my misgivings. I learned to hate the sound of those dice, rolling in his hand, as he would give them over to me. I would roll them, then count the number out loud , three, or five, or nine, or goodness forbid the dreaded twelve.

He would say, “Christina, you know I want you to be the good girl, I love you and this is just my way of showing you when you have been the bad girl. There are rules to be followed and in this house. I make them.” Of course, then I would have to bend over his knees, reach back, pull my skirt up and wait for the swats.

It was not often I had to submit to this, learning that if I did what I was told all would be fine, but every now and again as young girls are, I would forget and out came the dice.

Since I was in a private school, we had to wear uniforms, guys wore black shoes, dark blue pants, white shirts, a blue and white tie and a blazer with or school emblem on the breast pocket. We girls wore flat heeled black shoes, white knee high stockings with blue tasseled garters, light and dark blue plaid academy skirts, a white blouse and a V-neck button down sweater, also bearing the school emblem over one breast. If homework wasn’t completed, or we were late for school, or we were mean to another person and got caught, or we were not good sportsmen when we would lose a game in P.E., the punishment was the same at school, swats on the butt by the Head Master, girls and guys alike. At least he didn’t make us hike up our skirts.

When I was 15, I came home from school one day and Daddy was sitting in his chair, his right hand closed, the sound of the dreaded ivory clicking inside. He stood and said, “Follow me”, and took me to his bedroom.

Sweeping his hand across the room, he asked, “What is wrong with this picture?” My eyes went wide as I saw, in my haste to get to school, I had forgotten to make up his bed, something I had done every day for as long as I could remember. My mind raced, my eyes looking at the floor, as I thought about my room, the bed still unmade. Had he looked there, also????

“I…I…forgot to make your bed.” I looked up at him. “I…was in a hurry Daddy. I was going to be late for school. I know you don’t want me to be late.” I was searching, hoping to help him see the plight of my situation. Swats on my butt at school for coming in late…or swats on my butt at home for not doing my chores.

“Tell me the truth, young lady. Did you make your bed this morning? Look at me and tell me the truth.”

His beautiful blue eyes boring into mine, knowing. I could hear the dice clicking, clicking in his soft yet firm hand. I pulled my eyes away from his, looking at his hand, the dice rolling in his fingers, know to lie would be worse than telling him the truth.

I looked at the floor. “No, Sir, I did not. I was going to do it as soon as I got home,” pleading, looking back into his eyes, “But you got home before me. I would have gotten it done! But I was Late, Daddy! I was going to be late for school!”

“No excuses, young lady. Come with me. You will decide how many. Hang up your sweater on the way. I will be waiting in the kitchen.”

I walked into my room, placed my sweater on the hanger, then hurried to the kitchen, my head low, knowing, that after years without one, I was about to be spanked yet again.

He held out his hand, the dice clicking one last time, as he placed them in my now shaking palms. I closed my fingers around them, my mind asking anyone that would listen, ‘Not twelve, Pleeease not twelve!’. I let them go, watched as they hit the table. Oh, NO, I had thrown too hard, the dice bounding to the edge, one hitting the floor, the other facing up. Six. I started to go into just a bit of thankfulness. Only six.

I looked at my father, then at the die on the table and counted out loud, “Six, Daddy, only Six.”

“No sweetheart, not six. One of them doesn’t count. One is on the floor. Pick it up. But remember, the one on the table already has six. You must roll them again. When you count next time you will start with seven!”

I took the die from the table, leaned down and retrieved the cursed one from the floor. Oooooh, how I wanted just the ones. I dropped them, watching those white cubes dance, their black eyes flashing, laughing into mine, my mind knowing the outcome, as they left my hand, before they hit, before they settled into four huge grins of three each. I looked at their staring, ugly faces. Eighteen!

I tore my eyes away from them, standing straight, my shoulders back, my 34” breasts pushing against my blouse, my nipples hardening as I turn my head to look into my father‘s soft eyes.

“I won’t count, Daddy,” denying him this one thing. “I will not count. The number is eighteen, but I will NOT count them.”

“Very well, Christina, very well. Is that your decision?”

“Yes, Sir, it is. I refuse to count them!” I stood as tall as I could, refusing to blink, our eyes locked. “It’s eighteen!!”

He blinked, his eyes moving down to my chest, my hard nipples straining against my bra. My bra, Oh my gosh, my bra, my panties! In my haste I had donned the first things that came into my hands. Sheer pink silk. The matching set not concealing anything! The thong panty pulled up into my butt. ‘What have I done! Ohhhh, Chris, what have you done! He’s going to see. It’s too late. I can’t change it now.’

My father took my hand, leading me to the couch in the living room. Sitting on the edge he told me to bend over his knees. How could I have let this happen! I bent over his knees, moving my arms back to raise my skirt, the hem in my hands, pulling it up over my hips, my thong nestled between my butt cheeks, bare ass exposed to him, my eyes closed as I waited. Eighteen

It seemed hours!!! Then a soft voice. “What are you wearing? Stand up.”

I stood, facing him. He asked again. “What are you wearing?”

I knew the answer he wanted, but stalled, saying, “Just my school uniform, Daddy. The same as every day of school.”

“You wear the same kind of clothing as you have on now?” I shook my head, yes. “I think you might not be telling the truth, young lady. Take off you blouse and skirt and we will see just how you dress for school.” My eyes snapped up to his. Surely he couldn’t be telling this. “Do it”

I hesitated for just a moment, my body flushing red with embarrassment. My hands undid the hooks at the waist of my skirt, loosening it so I could un-tuck my top. Starting at the bottom I unbuttoned my blouse, wanting my tits covered for as l could manage. I reached the top button and shrugged the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unzipping my skirt, it too, dropped to the floor at my feet. I stepped forward, my feet out of the waist band and using one foot kicked it backwards, a small heap of clothes at my heels.

My fathers eyes traveled down the length of my young body, my only shield, sheer pink under things. His eyes moved up, pausing as he saw my clearly visible, nearly hairless pussy, then stopping at my tits, my nipples, pushing against my bra, hard with fear.

“Is this part of the prescribed ‘uniform’?”

“No, sir, it’s not. But Daddy, I was Late! I grabbed the first thing that came into my hands. I was in a hurry,” pleading with him again. “If I were late for school, I would have been disciplined by the Head Master.”

“And you thought my punishment would be less severe? I will not have my daughter wearing clothes like this. Not under my roof! Take them off. I don’t want you to wear them again. Understood!?”

I nodded my head as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, joining the skirt and blouse. Pulling down my panties, putting them with the small pile of clothes.

“You know better than to leave your clothes on the floor. Pick them up and put them on the chair.”

I turned around, somewhat thankful all he could see was my backside, but also a little emboldened. I thought to myself, ‘He is seeing me naked, why not show him a little more’. I placed my legs a couple of feet apart, my feet flat on the floor and bent straight over at the waist, my ass cheeks spreading, exposing my bud, my pussy lips parting, giving my daddy full view. I stayed that way for a good minute, folding my clothes on the floor, my fear turning to excitement with my exhibitionism, my nipples, little pebbles at the tips of my tits, my pussy getting more moist, my clit venturing forth from it’s hiding place with each passing second. I straightened up and put my clothes on the chair as I had been instructed.

I turned around and walked to him, ready for the eighteen swats I was about to receive. Within arms length, he reached out and took my bare hips in his strong hands, getting one knee in between mine, forcing my pussy onto it, moving his hands up my back pushing me forward, my tits against the top of his thigh, my head at his side, my shoulder pressing into his crotch, one arm dangling at my side, the other around his waist, waiting, waiting for him to begin.

His hands moved to my naked ass, one cheek held firmly in each and then it started. A hand raised away, my eyes closed, waiting for the first, then…SMACK, wincing at the pain. The other hand raised… and…SMACK! Again…SMACK, keeping count in my head…SMACK! With each…SMACK! I would try to move forward to lessen the blow…SMACK! My shoulder pushed into his abdomen preventing me from moving more than an inch or so…SMACK! My clit rubbed his pant leg…SMACK! The feeling of the cloth against it making it harder…SMACK! I concentrated on that, my pussy responding, my cream flowing onto his pant leg, my ass a burning red…SMACK! Only eight left…SMACK!

I felt his cock hardening into my shoulder, my hand around his waist holding him tighter, pulling away from the last few blows…SMACK! I started to shudder, my pussy denying me…SMACK! I came, my pussy flowing onto his pant leg, soaking it, shaking, holding his waist tight, my head down, biting my lower lip, not wanting to make a sound as my orgasm ripped through me waiting for the next.

It never came as he said loudly, “Stand UP!” I stood in front of him as he gesturing to his pant leg, “Look what you have done! I can’t wear these, they’re wet!”

He stood, unbuckling his belt, undoing his trousers, letting them drop to his feet, stepping out of them, “Pick them up, and put hang them over the back of the chair!” I did as I was told, smoothing them, trying to prevent any more wrinkles. I turned around to see him, naked, in front of me, his thick, hard, seven inch cock pointing away from his hips, my eyes tracing up and down his body, viewing my first naked male body, fine brown hair across his chest, reaching down to his navel, the same on his lower legs. My eyes stopped at his cock, the hair trimmed close, his hanging ball sack, devoid of any hair.

He sat on the edge of the couch, telling me that we weren’t done yet. I resumed the same position as before, my pussy on his bare leg, my arm around his waist, his cock hard, pressing up along my shoulder, his hands on my ass, naked against each other, the fear gone, my excitement rising inside me, anticipating as one hand raised and…SMACK! My head up waiting…SMACK! Moving my pussy along his leg…SMACK! The pain no longer a factor. One hand moving to the bottom of my wet pussy…SMACK! His middle finger entering me…SMACK! Pushing further into me. My arm moved from his waist, taking his hard cock in my hand, feeling the veins pulse into my palm, sliding my hand up and down his length…SMACK! I came again, the final blow sending me over the edge, my hand tightening around his cock as he place another finger into me, coming hard around them.

His hand caressed my ass, as if to remove the spanking I had just received, his fingers still inside me. I pulled my head from beside him, my hands on his chest, pushing him till his back met the couch, straddling his hips, my pussy resting at the base of his cock, my arms around his neck, my face moving closer to his, our lips meeting, kissing him, his tongue in my mouth, probing, my hips moving up, up along his cock, wetting it with my flowing juice, his hands on my ass, lifting me, the velvety tip at the entrance of my virginity, separating my pussy lips, whispering into his mouth.

“Daddy, I have tried to be your good girl.” I lowered myself, the first few inches inside, “Ohhhh, Daddy!” His hand on my hips forcing me down onto him, another few inches of his hard cock inside, my head back as I sat hard, his full length driving into me, holding him there. “YEEsss ohhh Daddddy, yeeesss”, my pussy involuntarily milking his hard pole, feeling his blood filled veins as they pushed against the walls of my cunt, his hands on my ass, lifting me, then down again onto his cock, his hips rising to meet mine as I took him inside, again…and again, my hands on his shoulders, my eyes slits, looking at his, as we started fucking.

His cock pushing up into me, my hips meeting his on my downward thrust, my desire taking over, the only sound, our breathing, my pussy squishing as his smooth, hard member entered me over and over, lost in my incestuous desire.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, FUUUUUCK MEE!!” his cock a piston, thrusting up into my tight, hot, well oiled cylinder. I was flying in my own pleasure, Cooooming again, his hands forcing me up and down, fuccccking me harder…harder, his hands on my hips as he pushed up into me, his body stiffening, his cock growing inside me, as he buried himself inside me, my hips rocking against his short pubic hair bringing me closer, his hard cock pulsing, once…twice as he released inside, his hot come exploding into me, filling me, my cunt tightening around him, his cock releasing another stream inside. I was cooooming again, my back arched as his hips jerked up into me, letting another shot of come fill me, both moaning in orgasm, his hands holding me in place as I shuddered.

I fell forward, my arms around his neck, breathing hard against his cheek, our hearts pounding inside our chests, his hard cock still inside my twitching slit. Our lips met, tongues dancing, delighting in our post orgasmic bliss. I could feel his come flowing from inside me, coating his balls, running onto his ass, excited, as I would be the one that would have to clean it from him, knowing I would have to do a good job, or risk having to throw those lovely dice once again. ;)

Mandi O


Be sure to check out the forums for more great stories http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/index.php style="color: rgb(102, 0, 102);" />
or our new story site http://www.bluestories.com/forums/index.php />