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vulnerable. The altar sat bare in front of me. With one quick movement he lifted me up onto it. “Lay back.” This was so wrong. I took a deep breath and leaned back until I was on my back, draped over the altar, my breasts heaving, my nipples pointing to the painted ceiling, which I’d never noticed before. Father Michaels opened the box, pulling out clothespins. Clearly he’d put them in there when I wasn’t paying attention. First, he put a clothespin on each of my swollen nipples. Exquisite pain shot through my breasts. Then it felt incredibly good. Finally, he put three clothespins on each of my labia. It pinched at first, but the sensation of being bound sent pleasure through me. I moaned,

Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole. Lia screamed as both massive cocks stretched her to the limit. “Feel that? Two cocks ruining your holes at the same time,” Ethan growled, choking her lightly from behind. “Say it.” “I’m a whore!” Lia wailed, voice broken. “I’m a dirty fucking whore! Use me…. wreck me — please!” Jax slapped her tits hard. “Gonna turn this nerd into the team cum-dump.” They pounded her mercilessly. They pulled out and stood over her spent, ruined body. Cum poured from her gaping asshole and stretched cunt onto the mat. They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy

Every time his fist passes over it, a bead of precum wells up and drips. I can’t stand it anymore. I yank my tank top over my head, not caring about the vomit anymore. My breasts bounce free… heavy, nipples dark and tight. I palm them, squeeze, roll the peaks between my fingers. His eyes are glued to me. “Jesus… your tits are perfect.” I smile…. slow, filthy. “Want to see more?” He nods, almost frantic. That was when I heard the door creak, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone saw what was happening.. I dashed to the door and slammed it shut.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

The musky scent of him filled my nose with every breath I managed to take. Colt rose up between my spread legs, lined his fat cock at my entrance, and slammed home in one brutal stroke. The sudden massive stretch tore a muffled scream from around Luca’s shaft. Colt was thicker than Zane, splitting my tight walls open, bottoming out against my cervix with a wet slap. “Fuck, she’s clenching so tight around me,” he groaned, starting to pound me with deep, punishing strokes. Each powerful thrust made my tits bounce wildly and drove me further onto Luca’s cock, forcing it deeper down my throat.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”