Romances de WhiteSwan

Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.And that just left her frustrated.Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Evangeline had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fas

A lot can happen in a week, Evangeline reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy African look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.So much had happened since. So much had changed.Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people,

Thinking the light-headedness must just be a blend of the drink and the dim office lighting, she shrugged it off.“Good god...” Debby mumbled, now really starting to feel sleepy, and she reached out to try to steady her balance against the desktop. “Sir. I feel... rather...”She shut her eyes, and felt the whole room ingest her, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit.She opened her eyes, and things felt strange. She was strung up in chains, a heavy steel wristband around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain connected to each, tugging her sideways from both directions. The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hun

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university. So many of her older friends had gone off to college, before going to university, and been weighed down with debt. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, and in two more months she would already have enough money to cover it all.The only daunting thing for her was the size of the lawns that she had to cut, and all without the use of a drivable mower. She was out with a petrol one, four

Celeste didn’t know if it was just heated lust or the fact that she was missing a boyfriend in her life, but she didn’t want this to ever end. She wanted to suck him for eternity. And there was no way the cop was going to let it end any time soon, widening his stance slightly and letting the young girl work his pole.She began to suckle and lap at the tip. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the underside of his bell as the cop moaned, patting at her hair and pulling her further down onto his cock. She started to take it inch by inch, tasting the sweet pre-seed as she slurped and sucked on him. She gasped around the girth as the officer pulled at her hair, pulsating inside her mouth.With the next underground stop nearing, there was still nobody else around. But at this point Celeste didn’t care if anyone saw, lost in the moment and thoroughly enjoying herself. She blew him hard, working him with her hot lips. The cop pulled her up and down on his cock as he forced his way to t

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation.These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night.Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal. A wise man once said that graffiti breaks the hegemonic hold of corporate and governmental style over the urban environment and the situations of daily life. As a form of aesthetic sabotage, it interrupts the pleasant, efficient uniformity of planned urban space and predictable urban living. For many, graffiti disrupts the lived experience of mass culture, the passivity of mediated consumption.But Celeste believed it was through graffiti that a nation’s culture was truly exhibited, expressing the wider s

I closed my eyes and let myself fall back on the mattress, moaning at how God this all felt. My pussy was so juicy for my daddy.      And then he started licking and kissing me between my thighs. Daddy sucked on my clit while he teased my pussy hole before slowly slipping a thick digit into me.      “I wanted to be the first one to break in this tiny pussy, but I bet you’ve let some motherfucker sample this cunt, haven’t you?”      I gasped and nodded, not denying it. It had been a onetime sexual experience when I turned sixteen and had gone to a party. The guy had also been sixteen and from another school. So, it was literally a one-night stand and the most lackluster experience of my life.       But I knew having my daddy fuck me would ruin all other men for me. Because I only want him.      “It was only once,” I gasped when he shoved in another finger.      “I’ll be the only one who fucks you from this point on, isn’t that right?”

I was crossing the line with my father tonight.      “I’m going to spank your pretty ass, spread your perfect thighs, and slide my cock into that forbidden hole.”      God, I was so wet.      I shouldn’t want him. Hell, that was common sense. He was my father, and I’d always  been a good girl and listened to my father. He raised me when my mother got up and left us. Seeing Marcus, my father, as anything other than that was a line that should never be crossed.      But God… we were crossing it tonight.      I’d always known my father was a handsome man, but when I turned eighteen, I started feeling arousal when I stared at him. And for the last year, something in me changed. Now nineteen, I saw him as the only man I wanted.      No matter how wrong this was, there was something between us that neither of us could deny.      My body was on fire, my pussy so wet as Daddy carried me into his room. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and

I knew my daddy was going to be pissed if he knew I was sneaking out… again. But here I was creeping through the darkened house and making sure my he was asleep.      The house was silent, except for my daddy’s heavy breathing that could be heard clearly down the hall.       I was dressed with my shoes on, ready to make my break, but waited to make sure he wouldn’t wake. My father–although kind and sweet and I was an all-around daddy’s girl–could be scary as hell when he was pissed.      I stood perfectly still right outside of his bedroom door and held my breath. But he was in a deep sleep, probably exhausted from working overtime at his body shop.       My heart pounded, and my pulse thrummed in my ears, but I couldn’t help the excitement bubbling inside me. I’d been talking with Connor, one of the new boys at the university, and he’d invited me to hang out at the lake right down the street from my house.      I moved away from my fathe

Phoebe's POVThey ’d taken me back to Daddy’s bed, a massive California king that fit all three of us comfortably.      I laid between Daddy and Uncle Aiden, both of their big, hard muscular bodies sandwiching me in.      We were naked, sweat drying on us, their cum cooling between my thighs.      My holes were sore—my ass and pussy, my throat and my mouth used perfectly by these two perfect men.      I wanted them more than anything else. They were the only ones I ever wanted.       As I stared at the ceiling and thought about everything they’d said—how they told me I was theirs and only theirs—I wondered how true that was.      Or maybe they’d just said those things in moments of passion. I didn’t like how that made me feel… as if they were fleeting words.      I looked at Daddy first, who was already gazing at me. Then glanced at Uncle Aiden, who was also watching me.      Their expressions were unreadable yet i

Kyle bucked and was buried fully into Phoebe, pulling cries and mewls from her. Her tits shook from her hard breathing.      “How’s that pussy, Kyle?” It was hard as hell getting those words out. “How does your daughter’s cunt feel around your dick? Is she as sweet as you hoped she’d be?”      Kyle groaned and pulled out before pushing back in. “She’s better,” Kyle said. “Goddamn, she’s so much better. And it’s incredible having your cock in my ass while I fuck her.”       As I pulled out and thrust back into my twin’s ass, I kept my focus over his shoulder so I could see him fucking Phoebe.      I reached around and gripped his throat, squeezing his neck while he reached out and tweaked his daughter’s nipples, pulling at the peaks until she made sounds of pleasure and pain.      “That’s it, darling. Scream for us. I want to hear you tell me how much you love your daddy fucking your cunt.” I was really plowing into Kyle’s ass now, an

Uncle Aiden POVPhoebe gagged as I plunged into her pretty, little mouth. For months, all I’d been thinking about is having her at my mercy while my twin took part. I wanted to use her body anyway I desired, to make her my personal toy and to play with in the most degrading, filthy ways.      And I wanted Kyle there the entire time.      Watching.      Participating.      “Eyes on me, baby girl,” I said before yanking her head back and pushing my dick further. My cock twitched as she raised her gaze to me and gagged from my cock hitting the back of her throat.       A part of me wondered if she was going to throw-up. It didn’t matter if she did because I’d just shove her face in it as I positioned myself behind her and mercilessly pounded into her sweet  pussy or juicy ass until her body quivered below me.       I was well and truly a sick fuck.      The need to dominate all of her holes was so strong that I was so fucking o