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NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Therefore the majority of my stories at present are completed and I have no plans in creating sequels at present. Also as a warning there is mature content in my books, read at your own discretion. Any and all media is not my own, which are the rights of those who have let me use it. The story content is fully my own, please do not copy. Copy right is reserved. Mature content. Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

In one brutal motion, he mounted Jeff from behind, his own cock spearing into Jeff's ass without warning. Jeff snarled as his body bowed, the sudden intrusion forcing him deeper into Sarah. Her cry cut through the room as his cock breached her cervix, the slick heat of her womb clenching around him. "That's it," Adam groaned, his thick arms locking around Jeff's torso, fingers finding his nipples and twisting. "Mark that kid. Make him yours." Jeff's muscles seized...Adam's cock pistoning into him, his own driving into Sarah....their bodies a relentless machine of sweat and friction.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. I would wake up feeling already wet. The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes.