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I went a little faster than I should have, found her building and parked in front of it. I was almost running from when my door slammed until I was about to knock on the door. Right as I was approaching it, it started to open. I was shocked when I saw her smiling and peaking around the corner of the door, her left tit and bare hip were both visible, which shocked me that she was being so brazen. I quickly went through the door, and she moved so that she pushed me back against the door, closing it, and immediately put her mouth against mine. Her tongue went deep in my mouth, which surprised me even more that she was that forceful, which I was loving, and even more so at how sloppy she was kissing me. We made out for a minute before she moved her arms from around me and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s get in the shower.” Amy surprised me with how enthusiastic she was, with how passionate she had kissed, how she pushed me into the door, and now actually dragging me to the bathroom to shower with her. She quickly turned on the shower, while still holding my hand, and then let go to grab my shirt, yanking it over my head, and then grabbed my shorts and boxers, yanked them down, while at the same time squatting to get eye level with my cock. “Oh fuck this is a nice thick cock baby.” And the first gentle thing she did was grab it, stroking it soft and slow before taking it in her mouth for a few seconds. Her mouth was so warm and wet! She licked the slit just as she started to stand up, grabbed my hand again and pulled me into the shower with her. Once again she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing. She started to seem all over the place with her actions, but I wasn’t going to question anything!" She broke off the kiss and got her loofa, and soaped it up before starting to scrub me. She was gentle at doing it again, looking me in the eyes before smiling and asked, “So I am really horny, and I get kinky when I get that way. I have a question for you, and it won’t offend me if you say no…” “Sure, go for it.” Like there was any other response to a beautiful naked girl that you just met asking that. “Do you know anything about watersports?” “Yeah, a little. Never done it before though.” “That was one of the very first things that I had done to me that started me away from vanilla stuff.” “That is fucking hot! What did you do?” “A guy pissed up my ass while we were in the shower. Are you interested?” FUCK I almost said aloud. “Yes, but I haven’t had much to drink, and I peed before I left home. And I’m not sure if I can do it this hard. But I do want to!” She grabbed my cock to soap it up and smiled even bigger, and asked, “What if I do it to you?” “Huh?” I both said and showed the expression on my face. “Well, obviously I can’t do it directly, but I have this enema bag over here, I can pee in it, and then you can take it that way. If you let me, I won’t turn down any request you give me!” “Fuck, I’d love to do that! And you don’t even have to do anything special for me.” She reached for the enema bag, and handed me the hose and nozzle. “Here, hold this while I piss in here.” She unscrewed the lid, and put it up against her pussy, and exhaled in relief. “Even if you didn’t agree to that, you probably were going to get piss on your feet because I have been holding it.” she said, smiling. “I wouldn’t have complained either way!” Finally, after more than a minute of a very long piss she pulled it away from her pussy and screwed the lid back on. “Ready?” she asked me.

I immediately went and clicked it, hoping, though fairly certain, that it was her. And it was! “So far you are the only one out of the 12 people who messaged me who can read directions! So if you’re from Clinton, you should know this. Who is the crazy lady next to the school’s name? And I prefer to be equals, so for whatever I ask you, I have to answer something similar. Same if we talk further about interests…” I didn’t even really have to think. I immediately knew who she was talking about. “You mean Ms Ackers? The one who is obsessed with anything and everything green? I’m guessing that was to make sure I was real. And I guess… What's the deal with Franklin street?” “You mean the roundabout that goes the wrong way? I wonder that too. Guess we’re both real? Are you going to be on your way soon?” “Yeah, I just have to take that shower. I didn’t want to miss your message so I didn’t get in yet.” “Smart boy, I am impatient, and I was going to go with the first serious person who was quickest to get my address. But skip that shower. You can do that here, I’m tired of people delaying and flaking, so if you’re serious, you’re going to get your clothes on, send me a picture every 5 minutes on your drive, and leave now! 328-224-2821, and 718 Magnolia Dr. Apartment 14” “Okay, leaving now.” I got on some basic clothes, and got in the car. As soon as I set the GPS, I took my first picture of that and sent it to her, and left. Within a minute I got a reply. “My name is Amy by the way…” And included was an upper body shot, but below the neck of her in some lacy lingerie with her cleavage showing. “Hope to see you soon. And remember to send me that next picture in 5 minutes. From how long your GPS says, you should probably be sending me that third and last picture in the parking lot. I’m going to hold off on my shower too :)” Time started to pass by really slowly now. I kept fighting the urge to speed, knowing cops can be dicks at times, especially late at night. Right at the 5 minute mark I was pulling up to a redlight. I knew from experience this one took 2 minutes to change, so I had time for the picture. Thinking that she just sent me cleavage, I decided to send her a picture of my shorts, obviously tented up. Within a minute, just as the light was changing, she replied. “Did I do that?” I laughed. Yes, she did, but then it made me think of something else. “Steve Urkel sure as hell didn’t!” I replied. “LOL! I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time!” Then her picture came through. It was her pussy, completely hairless, with a finger partially inserted, with the fingers around it trailing slime. I was shocked. Was that someone else's cum? She just said she was frustrated! If she just got fucked, she shouldn’t be… “Is that all you!?” I asked. “For right now it is 🙂 I told you I’m horny, so I’m extra leaky right now.” “Fuck.. I can’t believe this is happening, or is about to happen.” I thought. Time kept passing slowly, but I saw the entrance to her apartment complex. As I was turning in, I took that last picture. It was a minute early but I sent it. “Somebody is a little fast 🙂 That’s a good thing sometimes!” Then came the picture. It was her holding the phone up high, pointed down at her standing in front of a front door. “Come get your prize… I would say unwrap it, but it’s already unwrapped and waiting for you.”

But that all changed one day, that day was today. Like I said, I was bored and horny and looking to chat since pictures and video and even stories alone weren’t doing it. I was just browsing FetLife when I noticed a new post in a group for the city a few miles from me. Unusual since there were only about 30 members, and maybe 10 posts a year. I clicked on it out of curiosity, but when I saw the picture, a pair of pierced tits I thought they were familiar. But when I saw the username, “QwenHunyBee88” I knew it was her! Instantly I clicked on her post as quickly as I could. The post was titled “Bullshit.” Interesting, at least I thought. “Are there any guys serious about meeting? I was ready to head to Fairview to meet up with a guy, and halfway there he ghosted me. I drove maybe another 10 minutes without a reply, and decided to stop for a few minutes. Ain’t no way in fuck I’m going to keep driving if you aren’t replying. Once I texted him a few times, called, and checked his profile, it was blocked or deleted. So here I am, at home, fucking horny, fucking pissed off, I want to fuck, but I’m not leaving my place again tonight just to be disappointed. So if you are interested in meeting tonight, message me. But beware, if you flake, ghost, annoy, or piss me off my croonies will come fuck you up! And be sure you can meet tonight, don’t bother messaging any night besides tonight, because I will block you after that for not paying attention! Oh, and speaking of, to prove you actually read this, title your subject “Bandaid” when you contact me. Now hurry up, I need to get off…” I couldn’t believe she was so close! And wanted to meet tonight?? I immediately replied after processing what I just read. “Bandaid” “Hey, I’m in Clinton, so I’m only a few minutes away from you. I would need to shower and get ready, but besides that I can come to you right now. BTW, I’ve seen you on here before, I didn’t realize you were close by otherwise I would have messaged you sooner!” I started looking at her profile again while waiting for a reply. I figured I should probably get in the shower and get that over with, but I was also afraid that she was so impatient that she'd message a few times while I was getting ready and get annoyed and move on. She had added a few hot pictures and interests to her profile since the last time I messaged her. There were some fairly recent pictures of her hairless pussy reflecting tons of light because it was obviously coated in semen. And then a few more like a cock in her mouth, and one in each hand. Her interests totaled about 300, but she had several that I liked. Cuddling, anal, rimming (giving and receiving), kissing, making out, threesome, moresome, nudist, piercings, watersports, enemas, bareback, creampie, cnc, bondage, and pregnancy roleplay. My heart started pounding when I heard the notification sound.

We've been lacking in new Bi fiction; this will have a little bit of straight stuff starting out, some kink like WS, and also a little bit of PNP (If not allowed just tell me where to post it). I may revise some of it as well, some of the sex scenes are not long and detailed enough to my liking, but I wanted to get the basic idea of the story out first. I was bored, and horny; nothing unusual. I had masturbated several times already, so normal porn wasn’t working for me as much anymore. I occasionally tried, the key word being tried, to talk to girls online. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t that many. I’d say there’s probably more guys posing as girls than girls themselves. On top of that, even the fake ones probably had their inboxes bombarded. So while the prospects weren’t great, I still tried messaging at least using the hope they were real to get off. I had noticed this one girl before in other groups, and had looked at her pictures. She was hot, at least to me. I was a little peculiar in the type of girl I was interested in. She was a little pudgy, maybe 175 pounds, brunette hair, which in a lot of her pictures were in pigtails. She had a couple of cute tattoos as well, which I normally wasn’t attracted to, but on her I was. She gave off a slight goth vibe, without being Rob Zombie. Other than that, she claimed to be 5’2”, 24 years old, bisexual, and while she had a slight ass, it wasn’t overly large, which I usually didn’t like, but her breasts were also amazing! They were probably 36C, definitely a good handful, without being oversized. I was not a fan of the type of tits that if you stood next to them and they turned fast they could knock you out. They were also pierced! So while I had noticed her before, I never even considered contacting her since I thought she probably wasn’t anywhere close to me, and on top of that probably had hundreds of messages a week.

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Toby When her father announced that he had to fly on a business trip for 2 weeks after graduating, Toby knew it was time to find out if his little brother was also a gay pig like him, or if he was just imagining his furtive glances. He himself would be very horny if they were part of it, that his brother would also like him and that they could make the kinky brother sex Toby fantasized about their reality after the mutual secret is revealed. For a few years Toby had started to meet Marcel, the brother of a classmate, whom he once caught by chance in the park, letting a guy suck him quite freely. When Toby spoke to him, he seemed a bit screwed up but not really surprised but asked Toby briskly if he wanted to suck or if he wanted to have a piston in his face himself. The coarse direct manner horned Toby directly and out of a natural impulse he went to his knees in front of Marcel and looked greedily past Marcel's cock in the face like the passive sow next to him, longingly waiting for an approving look to taste the 18x6 flasks. After about 5 minutes, Marcel stopped him and asked when he would have a whole day off next. Fortunately, this was already the case the next day. He had to give Marcel his number and was told: From tomorrow morning 08:00 a.m. you will be ready. I will call you and give you precise instructions. If you follow them, many of your wishes can come true, if you don't manage to follow the instructions, there would be no more chances from me. Did you understand? Toby nodded in his mind that he was already pumping out the slime at home with the fantasy for the next day. But as if Marcel had guessed his thoughts, he continued: 1. My decisions are the only ones that are relevant to you from now on. I want you to pay attention to whether you are making a decision right now. If so, let it be and write down the cases. When we meet tomorrow, you will explain them and I will decide. 2. You go on the direct way home, you will only cruise with my explicit permission or on my explicit instructions. 3. If you were planning to your at home: you won't. you will prevent yourself from cumming at all costs if I am not there, or if I allow you to. By the way, this also applies if punters commit an offence against you in the future. 4. Yes, you heard right, you're going to work for me. As a pimp, I have the responsibility for you, so this is my instruction. You will hold out your cunt as a prostitute, in a fuck shed or wherever the paying customers want to use you, for cash and you will not only do that, but you will please everyone I choose for you. You have to at least make me believe it. And here, too: I notice when you're faking. 5.) last but not least: the customers will pay you with cash as well as with chems, because you also have to be aware that I love to own a faggot, but even more I love it when I make the gay sex between men, spoiled by my right of ownership of me, and dependent on it constantly and on drugs. I'll tell you tomorrow how to do that. You can see what that means from your colleague, who used to be called Ben, he has already taken a step that you have to take tomorrow. The decision is yours: I'll call you tomorrow. If you don't answer, you've decided against all that, if I hear your voice, you've decided for it and there's only 0% or 100%k, boring life with every now and then horny fucks or second drug hooker in my possession. With these words, a kind of leash grabbed that led to a metal collar that Ben wore. Toy hadn't noticed either before. For a moment he looked Ben in the eyes and froze while Marcel made off into the darkness with his property. Toby pondered for a moment about what was being offered to him and didn't know what to think at all.In his deepest and fantasies, the components that Marcel enumerated and envisaged came in one way or another. Here it was as if the person to whom he conveyed the decision by a simple gesture the next day had guessed his most animalistic urges without much effort and also offered him the opportunity to live them out. Toby wondered if Marcel only suspected or knew these or even more things, or even all of them, even the abnormally depraved ones? A shiver ran down his spine and for a moment he was determined not to answer the phone the next day and at the same moment he knew that this was not the right decision. Declining the offer was a mistake, but Toby didn't know why, until suddenly Ben's eyes shot into his head, what was so special about them. They seemed to be saying, "Make the decision in such a way that you don't regret it!" Toby shook his head; no, that was only half the truth. Like a liberation, he whispered to himself, "You won’t regret it if you make the decision to follow what your nature is, and you know it." Toby felt his piston twitch and reminded himself not to touch it, Marcel had forbidden him. In that moment, he realized the decision he had made, because he was already following the instructions of his future owner.

Shaving doesn't get rid of them, you need a pubic lice kit, it has the meds in it.

Dan woke up in his dimly lit apartment, the sunlight filtering through the blinds casting long shadows across the room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by a fever that had been lingering for days. A throbbing headache pulsed behind his eyes, and fatigue clung to him like a second skin. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed out a message to Jason. "Hey, I’m feeling worse. Fever, headache, fatigue. Could this be… you know?" The response came quickly, Jason’s casual tone belying the gravity of the situation. "Might be. I’ll come over and check you out. Stay put." Less than an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Dan dragged himself up, his body protesting every movement. He opened the door to find Jason standing there, his athletic frame filling the doorway, his brown eyes assessing Dan with a mixture of concern and something darker, something Dan couldn’t quite place. “You look like shit,” Jason said bluntly, stepping inside. “Let’s see what’s going on.” Dan sat on the edge of the bed, his body trembling with a mix of illness and anticipation. Jason knelt in front of him, his hands gently probing Dan’s lymph nodes, his touch clinical yet intimate. “Based on what you’ve told me, it’s possible,” Jason said, his voice low. “But I’d be more certain if I could… get a better look inside.” Dan’s heart raced. He knew what Jason was suggesting, and despite feeling like death, a heat stirred in his groin. “What do you mean?” Jason’s eyes locked onto Dan’s, his expression unreadable. “Your hole. If it’s as hot as I think it is, it’ll confirm my suspicion.” Dan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He was sick, vulnerable, and yet the idea of Jason’s cock inside him was undeniably arousing. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Jason nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good boy. Keep using the poppers. It’ll help.” Dan reached for the bottle of poppers on the nightstand, inhaling deeply as Jason moved behind him. He felt Jason’s hands on his hips, guiding him to his knees, his ass exposed. The room spun slightly, but the poppers sharpened his senses, heightening his awareness of Jason’s presence behind him. “Relax,” Jason murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “This won’t take long.” Dan felt Jason’s fingers press against his hole, slick with lube, slowly pushing inside. He gasped, his body tense but yielding. Jason’s touch was firm yet gentle, preparing him with deliberate care. “You’re tight,” Jason remarked, his voice thick with desire. “But you’ll take it. Won’t you?” Dan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes.” Jason stepped back momentarily, the sound of a lube bottle being opened echoing in the quiet room. Dan felt Jason’s hands on his hips again, guiding him into position. Then, he felt the head of Jason’s cock press against his entrance, thick and insistent. “Ready?” Jason asked, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” Dan whispered, his body aching with need. Jason thrust forward, his cock sliding inside Dan’s hole with a slow, deliberate motion. Dan moaned, the sensation overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers through his body. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained. “Just like I thought.” Dan felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. Jason began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent, his cock filling Dan completely. “This confirms it,” Jason said, his breath hot against Dan’s neck. “You’re converting. And I’m gonna make sure you feel it.” Dan’s mind fogged with arousal, his body responding despite his illness. He felt Jason’s cock thrust deeper, the heat in his hole intensifying with every movement. “Fuck, Jason,” Dan gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take much more.” “Just a little longer,” Jason murmured, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Let me feel you take it all.” Dan clenched his fists, his body arching slightly as Jason’s cock drove into him. He felt Jason’s breath quicken, his movements becoming more frantic. “Gonna cum,” Jason groaned, his voice raw. “Gonna fill you up, boy.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jason’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jason whispered, pulling out slowly. “Now rest. You need it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jason’s hand on his shoulder, a brief moment of tenderness before Jason left the room. When Dan woke again, the sunlight had shifted, casting the room in a softer glow. He felt a presence beside him and turned to see Jimmy sitting on the edge of the bed, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Welcome to the club,” Jimmy said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Congratulations on your conversion.” Dan’s heart raced as he processed Jimmy’s words. “You… you knew?” Jimmy smirked. “Of course. Jason and I don’t keep secrets from each other. Especially not about this.” Dan felt a surge of arousal, his body responding despite his exhaustion. “Jimmy… I want you to… to cum in my poz hole.” Jimmy’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. “Gladly.” Jimmy moved swiftly, his hands guiding Dan back onto his knees. Dan felt Jimmy’s cock press against his hole, thick and insistent, and he gasped as it slid inside. “You’re still hot,” Jimmy remarked, his voice thick with lust. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dan moaned, his body arching slightly as Jimmy began to thrust, his cock filling him completely. “Fuck, Jimmy,” Dan gasped, his voice hoarse. “Harder.” Jimmy complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock driving into Dan’s hole with relentless intensity. Dan felt his body respond, his hole clenching around Jimmy’s cock, milking it for every drop. “Gonna cum,” Jimmy groaned, his voice strained. “Gonna mark you as mine.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jimmy’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jimmy whispered, pulling out slowly. “You’ve earned it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jimmy’s hand on his back, a brief moment of connection before Jimmy stood and left the room. Lying there, Dan felt the weight of the moment settle over him. The lines between desire, risk, and consequence had blurred, leaving him with more questions than answers. He closed his eyes, the warmth of Jimmy’s cum still pooling inside him, and let the silence envelop him. What had he become? And was it what he truly wanted? The answers would have to wait. For now, he was content to drift, his body heavy, his mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty and desire.

I want it

I am caught up on the story. This is a great tale it's the slow transformation (corruption) of a boy into a pozzed up semen slut. I'm liking the backgrounds of the daddies being slowly discovered. I'm wondering if a lot more of his life that he knows. has been predetermined by the daddys. Specifically the brother working an internship under one of the dads. I would be wondering just what is Mike/Greg's involvement with his brother? I'm very impressed by your work! ...checking your other stories now...