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They ate dinner in the main room of the house. Aunt Yumiko had tried to get Yoshio to stay, but the old man was stubborn.
"I don't eat after the sun goes down. I've lived this long, haven't I?" the Village Head had laughed. "Let the young man have my share. Young men need to eat well, don't they?"...

"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
--Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
The thing about hearts? They can only break so many times before they just give up.
I wish I could say this story is all about young love--naivete, passion. All the things that make life worth living. That made life worth living....

(BEWARE: if male bi-sexuality offends you, do not read this story. There are lots of other great stories on this site that might not offend you).
(All characters here are at least 18 years of age)
"Have you sucked your Mom's new cock yet?"
"Eww, Dad, that just seems a mouthful too far."
"Then you don't know what you're missing. It's a wonderful experience. Totally makes the sex change operation worth it. I'm glad that we spent the extra money to make it fully operational."...

This is a completed, 25-chapter story about a teenage boy from the city who spends a summer at his aunt's rural home, along with his two cousins.
It contains non-consensual sex.
All characters are 18 or older.
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Afternoon sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting a warm glow across Takeru's eyelids. Between the hum of the old truck and the rustle of leaves through the window, he had slept for most of the trip. Gradually, he stirred, blinking into the blinding light of the ocean as it ...

I have taken a few liberties when writing this, combining several events into one story. All characters are 18 years or older.
I had been obsessed with sex for as long as I can remember. I masturbated often and had multiple fantasies about many different girls I met, saw on the bus, or saw in movies. I would always try to imagine how naughty they were in bed and what fantasies they had themselves. I would hold my cock in my hand and slowly stroke myself imagining them sharing those intimate needs with me...

The story you are about to read is a fictional story about a family who visits the town gloryhole. All characters are over the age of 18 and all sex is consensual.
Welcome back, my faithful readers. I hope you enjoy this chapter. There is still more storyline to see so there will be another chapter after this one. I am not sure how many chapters are left....

Chapter Two
In Her Hands
She lay still, his breath soft against her shoulder, the weight of him still clinging to her skin like a second sheet. The room was quiet now. Almost sacred. Their bodies had stilled, but her mind hadn't. Because this wasn't the first time.
Not really.
It had been building for months-quiet and slow, like water finding cracks in stone....

~~ Prologue ~~
Libby's naked body was pressed down hard against my chest. My arms holding her body tight to me as our genitals thrusted together. Libby moaned as we continued building towards a mutual climax. Then Libby went silent as her body writhed under me. Her orgasm lasting until my own climax erupted. My cock throbbing as I filled her with rope after rope of my cum. Afterward, we lay there side by side. We were both exhausted as we basked in the afterglow of sex. We looked at each other and shared...

Ruth was right, things went fairly well with Pa. Not Get off Scott free good, but not Disowning my no-good daughter bad either. Pa was disappointed and concerned about a new mouth to feed, but he showed understanding. Heck, he was way more mad at cousin Tomas.
"Got half a mind to drive to Arkansas and introduce that shifty scoundrel to my buck gun", Pa had said....

This chapter will continue Trevor's Busy Night as he explores his burgeoning sexual relationships with his new stepsisters. I want to start this by saying how much I appreciate the positive feedback as well as the criticism. While I do not necessarily agree with all of the criticism, I still value it. I did not expect anyone really to read my first story, let alone like it, but a lot of you have put it in your favorites and started following me. I really do appreciate it. So, please keep providing me with f...

Neha is a 19-year-old college student in India. She is a beautiful virgin girl, which is not uncommon in India. She lives with her dad-Vinod alone, as her mom-Savita died long back, when she was 6. She was the only child of her family, and was lovingly brought up by her grandmother and her dad. Her Grandmother also left her about six years back and since then, Neha has been living alone with her dad....

*** Chapter One - The Coronation ***
The crown landed on Prince Jeremyth's head, and the farce was finally over. He was... officially, and "in the name of the gods," the new king of Casmyr. The realm which his mother had managed to transform from an average, middle-sized dominion into an unrivaled behemoth of might - an empire like no other, a place that now controlled the known world....

It was late one evening and I was sitting in the den reading a novel when I heard my eighteen-year-old son come home from a party, which he rarely goes to. He comes popping into the den and says "Hi" and "Good night", he's in a hurry and runs off to his room. A few minutes later I head for my bedroom and when I pass by his door, I hear strange noises, so I pause and listen. Can't quite figure out what he's doing but it sounds like he's struggling with something. I tap on the door and he yells, "Don't come i...

This series chronicles 29-year-old Peter's spiteful return to his family. Taken from the home in his youth after a particularly rough beating from his father, Peter has long been estranged from his family. Once pillars of the community Peter's parents have now fallen on challenging times. His father was caught and imprisoned for embezzlement. His mother has given or gambled away much of what left after legal expenses. In addition, his two younger siblings have created problems of their own leaving them in d...

"Ummm"
"That's it Dee. Drain my balls before I go to work. Don't you waste one drop!"
Dee had no intention of letting any of the cum she constantly craved get away. She made it a habit to wake him up with a sensual blowjob every few days. She had not sucked him dry like she wanted to recently because the project he was working on at work meant long hours this week and he often had to leave very early.. As much as he enjoyed it, she loved it as much if not more. She remembered hearing her own mother sa...

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Author's Note: In response to all the support my stories "Family Trip to Jamaica" and "A Cruise with My Daughter" received, as well as the requests that I write a follow-up, I decided to create a cross-over. I hope the story is hot enough to stand on its own, but I think it is best enjoyed if you have read the other two series. That way you can get a full idea of the relationships, and in the case of the "Cruise" story, the emotional stakes....

I stood in the middle of the Malad flat that now smelled of wet plaster, naphthalene, and faint echoes of my childhood. I had spent most of the day wiping dust from old furniture, rearranging kitchen jars, putting my life back together -- again. Divorce papers long filed. Accusations long screamed out. What stayed behind were the wounds he never saw....

"Hello Miss Hock."
"What are you doing here uncle Chaz?"
"I'm here to look after you Holly."
"Look after me what the hell do you mean by that where's my mother?"
"Well, she had to go away for the weekend and she wanted me to keep an eye on you cause she doesn't really trust you to be left alone."...

Chapter 5
Luna woke in one of the guest rooms in The Mansion. Last night, after she gave her partial answer to her parents, and they talked for a long time, they told her that she should probably not go back to her room in her house, as it'd likely be loud. The thought, even in the morning, made her blush. She was wearing a set of satin pajamas that were kept in many, many sizes in every guest room of the house, for what she now knew was for her parents' many orgy guests....

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(Heidi)
I'd told Keith and my granddaughter I was going to bed. I did sit on my bed, but left the bedroom door open and listened to their activities in the kitchen and living room. I heard them leave, then return a half hour or so later.
I heard some wet kissing, then Marie saying; "I don't know which I wanna try first, sex with you or my new cigarettes."...

Author Notes: As usual it is important to view this as a work of fiction and fantasy. This is a subsequent chapter to the story: Family Love: An Orgy Story, but can be read on its own.
The undersides of her full sagging breasts peaked out from beneath the crop top her son had put out for her to wear. They were just enough to cover her erect nipples but not enough to cover the soft curve of her underboob, hanging just a few inches above her belly button and the soft curves of her mature middle....

They were still wrapped in half-sleep when the knock came--sharp, fast, urgent.
Knock knock knock.
They froze."Daniel? Are you in there?"
His eyes flew open. Hers too.
"Wait," she whispered, "Is that--"
"Mom?" he croaked, sitting up. "What the hell..."
The doorknob jiggled. A pause. Then her voice again--this time firmer....

Chapter 8
Friday morning arrived, and I woke up earlier than normal to the exquisite sensation of Abby slowly lowering her wonderful pussy on my morning wood. We made love as she rode me and moaned into my mouth as we made out and slowly humped, enjoying the sensation of being connected this way.
After what seemed like a long time she broke off from the kiss to breathlessly whisper in my ear, "I love you so much Masterrrr..."...

The next day I stopped off at a florist on the way home. I sent flowers to Danielle, with a note I wrote myself saying "thank you for a wonderful evening, Darling". Then I got another bouquet and brought it home to Melissa.
I stopped at the corner liquor store and bought a bottle of champagne. Melissa liked it pink and sweet. I know, I know, so did I -- still do....

The Sexual Savior
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The danger being over, everyone left the cave as the bots continued to work the stills and mine the gold. The boys were exceptional miners, working tirelessly and efficiently 24/7. They were even able to smelt the ore to 99.999% purity before shipping it off in dump trucks to a special receiving facility where the smelted ore was tested and weighed, the appropriate percentage of money being deposited into the family's accounts... something the boys also monitored....

--Pete
Come Saturday, it feels like the heatwave is finally over, and a cool northerly breeze means the next few days aren't quite as hot. It's still pleasantly warm and sunny but the fresh breeze finally makes it feel less humid. I haven't seen much of Sam, she's off with her friends doing some final shopping before they go on holiday. I'd forgotten that she's off to Ibiza with Shawna and Tracey, and a couple of other friends whose names I forget. She reminded me yesterday that I'd promised her some spe...

Month of Ramadan was coming to an end, and the whole village was gearing up to celebrate Eid in a few days. We were in the home stretch. As any red-blooded Muslim knows, the last ten days of Ramadan are the hardest. The gruelling ritual of fasting from sunup to sundown, with no food or liquid going down one's throat, takes its toll on the Believers, especially during the last third of the month. The true test of one's faith becomes really challenging when it is summertime, and one has to work in the fields ...

Firstly to the editor of this story - neuroparenthetical - thank you for your consistent quality and technical expertise and instruction.
All persons, particularly those having sex, are over eighteen years of age.
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Prologue
My name is Trish. I have wanted to write about the lead up to the first time that I fell in love and the spectacularly beautiful lovemaking that stemmed from it....

Acknowledgement:
I would like to thank Kenji Sato for assisting with the editing of this story. Your efforts are much appreciated.
Three weeks had now passed since Mike's encounter with EnglishRosie. He had been a regular user of prostitutes for years; he needed them to satisfy his sexual urges. Sadly for him, his wife was either incapable or unwilling to relieve his sexual desires, he was never quite sure of the exact reason she was cold to him in bed. He had given up years ago, trying to woo her int...

Living with 4 Women and 1 Bathroom
I live with my stepmom and her mother, my step grandmother.
My name is Rick but everyone calls me Ricky. My mom, Shirley, who died of breast cancer years ago, loved Ricky Nelson. She named me after him. I'm glad she didn't love Elvis. A good name for a dog, I'd hate to be stuck with that name....