XXX Fiction

By veronikacreighton. My sister’s eyes grew to the size of walnuts when she saw me, naked from head to toe and in a very compromising position with our dog. It’s not as if my sister had never seen my body before. Still, we grew up in a very modest household, and by the time we turned 10, neither of us was comfortable changing in front of each other as we had when we were children. After puberty, our lives took

By lucifrix. Lynn Paterson was married to a wonderful man called Allan, who unfortunately spent most of his life at sea with the Merchant Navy. They have a son, Billy, who is eighteen, with the same light blue eyes, fair hair as his father, and an athletic figure in his 5 foot 11-inch frame. He also has a beautiful and thick eight-and-a-half-inch cock which he regularly slides deep into his mother’s juicy cunt. Karen is Lynn’s thirty-four-year-old sister who has

By shane36. FIFA ’06 = 3, Jarred = 1. He felt like smashing the PlayStation 2. Jarred sat down on his bed, back against the wall. Determined to finally win a match at the eighth time of trying. Infuriated that he couldn’t get the hang of the damn game. When his team went down 1-0, he cursed. Two minutes later, he scored an equalizer and shouted, “Yeah!” After five minutes, to his delight, he was 2-1 up and sensing victory.

By fbailey. I am your average horny teenager. At eighteen, all I can think of is sex, girls, and jerking off. My mother is really pretty, and she was a cheerleader and the Homecoming Queen in high school. Both of her sisters were, too, when they got to be seniors in high school. Mom is the oldest at thirty-three while Aunt Marie is thirty-one and Aunt Betty is twenty-nine. Uncle Roger is Aunt Marie’s husband. It all started with Dad

By Resurgiam. In the wake of Dr. Vogelfrei’s groundbreaking birth control treatment, along with the eradication of all major STDs, the Second Sexual Revolution has swept the world. Old taboos are things of the past. Government intrusion into the bedroom has totally evaporated. Overt sexuality has penetrated every facet of the public sphere. The age of the libertine has dawned. For your vulgar delectation, a story from this brave new world. Chapter I – Blowjob by the Lake Jack Cahill

By Unknown. Jimmy Martin was kicking a small rock in front of him as he slowly walked down the street with his twin sister, Amy. The two kids had gone to the local playground for the afternoon, but, finding no other children there, they reluctantly ambled back to their uncle’s house. Because their parents had gone on a company-sponsored three-week Caribbean cruise, the studs were temporarily staying with Uncle Paul and Aunt Alice, and they were bored silly. They didn’t

By blueheatt. …Lisa and her mom decided they should be real friendly.….we join Brad as he waits for his mom and sister Lisa to get together…. Brad quietly came home. He raced up to the spare bedroom and quietly opened the door to Mom’s bathroom. He slowly inched in to watch his mom and sister finally,…. have some very long-awaited…. ‘mom and daughter sex.’….. Brad stood in the dark shadows and saw his sister Lisa, naked, laying on her back

by fbailey. I was twenty years old when my father died in an automobile accident. My grandfather took me aside and told me that I was the man of the house now. I had no idea what that involved. I told him I would do my best, and he smiled. A couple of days after the funeral, when things had calmed down, I asked, “Mom, am I the man of the house now?” Mom thought about it momentarily and said,

By blueheatt. “Oh god, put it in Now, baby!”…my girlfriend pleaded to me, and we had super sex because she was so hot. Later, she told me that my ‘hot stories’ made her hot, and she climaxed well when I told her one. I would tell them once in and while just to see her squirm and then attack me. It was lunchtime at work, and about six guys gathered around the lunch table in the shop. We all told

By Shaggybob5. My Mom, Dad, and I lived in a middle to upper-class neighborhood. We have a four-bedroom two, two-bath house on a ¼ ac lot. I was born there. Pete lived next door, and their house was just a little smaller, having three bedrooms and 1 & ½ baths. Pete and his mother moved next door when I was six. Pete’s Mom &amp Dad divorced the year before. Pete and I became best friends. He was 5 months younger

By fbailey. When my sister asked me if her daughter Brie could spend the summer at my place, I was all for it. We hadn’t been able to spend much time together since they moved to another state a couple of years ago. However, since the divorce, my sister said she would return home where her roots were. She just had to settle things out there first. I had missed her, but Brie was almost as good company as her

By Naughty7777777. I live at home with my mom and our dog, Bomb. A little about my social life: I am a freshman at University and have a lot of friends. I have had a couple of girlfriends, but these days, relationships are so petty, meaning less; I get bored of them quickly, so I don’t date. I have never had sex, never even gotten a blow job. Not that I have not been offered, and not because I’m a

By Shaggybob5. Prologue… For this letter, I will use the name Julie because I always liked the name. Last summer, I got an invitation to visit my Uncle Bob and his girlfriend in San Diego. I had not seen him in for over three years. I was so excited about seeing him again, and when I got off the train and saw him standing there, my legs became very weak, and I started to cry. He took me in his

By zebrastripes. Cindy gleefully burst into the house after a long, boring day at college. Thank God she was going to graduate soon. She didn’t have plans for after college, but she had just turned 19, and the world was ahead of her. “Hey, Daddy, I’m finally home!” the girl beamed as she burst into her dad’s study. He ogled her amazing body – her large, perfect tits, flat tummy, curvy hips, and perfect legs. Her pink, low-cut crop top

By Frank Jackson. Karen paced the floor—not just one room’s floor, but the entire first floor. She had been at it for hours now—two hours, to be precise. Shana, her 18-year-old daughter, was far past her curfew, and after the discussion they had only the day before, that was totally out of line. Feet taking her on an automatic tour of the house, Karen found herself passing the liquor cabinet and hesitated. She warned herself that she had three already