Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 4

[pre-story]Here it is, Part 4 of Chapter 2 of Ghost Story, and it's quite the finale, if I do say so myself. I had a lot of fun writing it (if you couldn't guess that from the fact that it rambled on so long in the first place, but I'm glad to be finished with it and move on to the next scene. I think you'll all really enjoy it, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, there's fresh smut to read! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Ghost Story, Chapter 2, Part 4 

“Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me!”

Whatever remained of Danny’s hesitation snapped as his mother unknowingly begged her son to fuck her. His cock throbbed angrily, hard as steel, as he pulled his fingers from his mom’s drooling pussy and swiftly moved his shaft to replace them. Maddie moaned again as she felt the fat tip of that ghostly cock press against her suit, pushing between her lips, the fabric holding it at bay for only a moment before it began to phase through, the blunt, helmet-shaped head spreading her folds. Danny broke his silence for the first time since he left the couch, letting out a deep groan as her pussy swallowed him up, first his cockhead, then one inch, then two, then three… Sam’s pussy was incredibly tight, she squeezed his shaft like a vice, but Maddie’s was soft and yielding, just tight enough to provide the pressure he needed as her walls stretched around him, inch after inch, but also incredibly hot and soaking wet.  Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed around him like they had a mind of their own, like they were trying to pull him in and milk the cum out of his balls.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 2

[pre-story]A new chapter of Ghost Story, ready for your enjoyment! Maddie discovers the source of Sam's... discomfort... and things spiral out of control.

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, Enjoy![/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 2

A moment of tense silence hung over the living room as Maddie pushed herself up from her chair and stood in front of Sam, looking down at her with an unknowing, innocent concern. The curvy goth could only look up at her, eyes wide, frozen in panic as her orgasm-addled mind struggled to reboot and think of an excuse that would let her get out of this situation with her dignity intact and deflect suspicion as to what she was really doing. It would have to be an expertly-crafted lie, clever and unexpected, and yet believable. She’d been lying to cover Danny’s secret for years, but this would have to be the greatest lie she’d ever come up with…

[Musing] Daddy's Gift

[pre-story]Almost a full year since the first part came out, the story suddenly continues for Father's Day! [redacted][/pre-story]

Cynthia bit her lip, her heart thudding in her chest as Daddy lined his big fat black cock up with her tight little teenage pussy, Mommy’s fingers spreading her ebony lips to reveal the glistening pink within. “Happy Father’s day, sweetie” Mommy purred, and then Daddy thrust his hips forward, and Cynthia moaned aloud.

Musing: Tatsu's Present

[pre-story]A belated birthday present for Ryu112. As always, remember, if you like what you see [redacted][/pre-story]

Tatsu's Present

“~MUUUHHH!”

The draenei’s sweet voice was ragged and heavily muffled, her fangs sinking into the cherry red ball gag firmly wedged between her jaws as she cried out with yet another mind-shattering climax. Her soft lavender skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, the color a stark contrast to the glossy red ribbons artfully wound over her nubile body, binding her arms behind her back as she writhed with ecstasy. Deep purple nipples, hard as diamonds, capped a pair of full, shapely breasts, the stiff peaks tracing crazy patterns in the air as her mounds bounced and jiggled each time her lover thrust into her once more. Her long, silky, snowy white hair, once neatly styled and coiffed, loosely tied back with a delicate bow, was now a mess, loose strands clinging to her cheeks, the pristine bow crumpled in the iron grip of her lover, used as crude reigns to hold her head and chest up off the cold, hard ground as he ravaged her from behind. Each savage thrust of his hips made her entire body jolt, forcing a new muffled cry from her throat as her flat stomach warped around the impossibly massive intruder.

Musing: Fireworks

[pre-story]A quick 4th-of-July-related musing, featuring an incestuous daddy/daughter public sneak-fuck. Wanted to do something topical, you know? It's actually an old idea, I have a file somewhere full of a year's worth of holiday-themed sexy story prompts. I wanted to make a full-on series out of it, but I think the full version's probably never going to happen, so I might just end up using them for musings throughout the year. [redacted] Anyways, enjoy, ya perverts! :P [/pre-story]

Fireworks

“Here it comes!” Cynthia’s mother exclaimed as a distant pop sounded from across the dark waters of the lake in front of them, sending a brilliant streak of sparks shooting into the sky. She was more right than she knew. Cynthia let out a soft ‘ooh’, full, pink-painted lips forming into an O as she shifted her hips, feeling Daddy’s big, fat, throbbing knob pushing against her virgin slit, her tender pink lips parting around it. Daddy’s grip on her hips suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of light and a dull impact she could feel in her chest. Brilliant sparks danced across the sky much the same as they danced behind her eyes as that thick shaft plunged into her tight teenage pussy. The tiny little ebony teen managed a strangled ‘aah’, squirming around the cock that made her as she struggled to adjust to its size. It was all so surreal, seeing her oblivious mother and siblings just a few feet away as she took her father’s cock inside her, the intense pleasure and pain shooting through her core a consistent reminder of the reality of the situation. How had it come to this?

The night had started off so well. She knew Kevin would be at the show, unfortunately with Becky, so she’d dressed to impress. She looked younger than she was, barely more than five feet tall, with silver braces on her teeth, a petite build, slender hips, and a tragically flat chest, cursed with barely-there AA cups while that bitch Becky was busting out of a D-cup. She might be at a disadvantage, but she wasn’t going to give up on Kevin without a fight. She’d worn her jean micro-skirt and strappy sandals, to show off her long, shapely mahogany-brown legs and colorful toenails; then added a sunflower-gold halter top that hugged her lithe torso, the thin material riding just high enough to bare her navel and just sheer enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Unfortunately, the nights were still cool, even in the heat of summer, and the breeze off the lake was chill enough to give her goosebumps and make her dark nipples harden obviously, straining against the thin fabric. She couldn’t let him see her like that, so she’d been forced to stay with her family. Noticing her cold, Daddy had offered to let her sit on his lap and share his lap-blanket. After a minute of awkward shifting, she’d had to pull up her skirt around her waist to stop the rivets in her skirt from poking the both of them. It didn’t take long for Daddy to react, and she’d felt something big and hard move against her tight, perfect ass, growing inside his shorts. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t call him on it, she couldn’t get up, she couldn’t do anything but feel it strain against her and his pants.

She remembered feeling guilty after a minute or two, realizing how uncomfortable it must be to have it straining against the fabric like that. She remembered unzipping his pants and pulling them down just a little, feeling it spring up between her thighs, hot and hard, and realizing it was too big, that it was tenting out the blanket. She remembered grabbing it in a panic and pulling it against her stomach to hide its shape, feeling it’s length grind against her panty-covered virgin pussy in a way that was wrong and delicious and somehow even better because it was so wrong. She remembered slowly starting to move, grinding her hips subtly against her father’s foot-long cock as her hands cradled it against her. She remembered looking over to her mother as she ground her teenage pussy on her father’s steel shaft, the woman oblivious to her husband’s predicament, and she remembered the twisted thrill that ran through her like an electric current. She remembered realizing that it was so wrong, so filthy and perverse, so dangerous and stupid… And she remembered needing more.

Now she was sitting on Daddy’s lap, his strong hands holding her down with an iron grip on her hips, feeling his huge, hot member throbbing inside her tight little recently-virgin pussy. Her inner walls twitched and spasmed around his thickness as she struggled to adjust to the invader, biting her lip to stifle the soft sounds of pain and pleasure as she began to roll her hips lewdly against him. The steely shaft levered inside her with every tiny motion, and she gasped softly, just in time for another burst of fiery colors to go off, high overhead. She leaned back, flattening herself against her father’s broad, muscular torso, her dark nipples achingly hard against her yellow top, and twisted her head around, craning her neck up to put her lips at his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy…” She breathed, hotly, her barely-whispering voice trembling softly. “Fuck your little girl. Your little slut.”

Daddy’s grip on her hips tightened. Flashes of red and white light up the scene around them, her mother, brother, and sister, all just feet away, completely oblivious as Daddy began to lift her by the hips. He raised her up, pulling her off his thick, throbbing member inch by inch, the flared tip tugging at her walls, shooting off hot sparks of sensation. He kept going, lifting her higher and higher, and with every inch the pleasure grew stronger as her fear of being discovered grew, until she was biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds of pleasure. Then, Daddy’s hands suddenly pulled her hips down again, his own hunching up to meet hers as he plunged every last inch back inside her. A massive, brilliant burst of light went off in her mind, mirrored by a brilliant blue flash overhead, just in time to disguise her moan of lust as a coo of awe.

Cynthia was breathing hotly, clinging white-knuckled to the arms of the lawn chair, her back against Daddy’s chest as she writhed with undeniable pleasure. It was so good. So wrong. Why was it so good? A pop from across the water sent a trail of spark shooting into the sky, and Daddy’s strong hands lifted her hips once again. She had to bite her lip to stifle a whimper of pleasure, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her pink-painted lower lip. His flared crown tugged at her every ripple and fold, nerves lighting up with dancing sparks of sensation as it passed. It was incredible, and yet, it was just the prelude to something much more impressive. Suddenly, he pulled her down, his hips shooting up to meet hers, driving his red-hot rocket into her to the hilt, setting off an explosion that rocked her lithe teenage body, every bit as spectacular as the burst of colored sparks that went off high above the water.

Daddy was a beast, fucking his little girl from below wildly as he jerked her hips up and down on his length, never settling into a rhythm, always keeping her guessing as to when the next thrust would come. She writhed atop him uncontrollably, whimpering and gasping and moaning softly as she struggled to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. That long, thick, meaty cock slammed into her again and again, pounding her relentlessly, each thrust an explosion more glorious than the brilliant light show in the sky above them. She knew it was wrong, that she should stop, that is was getting out of hand, that they’d be discovered at this rate. But she couldn’t stop herself from letting her head fall back onto Daddy’s shoulder and whispering hot, breathy words of lewd encouragement into his ear. “Harder, daddy.” “More, daddy” “So big, daddy.” “I’m your slut, daddy. Fuck your little slut.”

“Ugh, fuck…” Daddy’s deep voice muttered between hot, panting breaths. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing inside her, bucking with arousal as it pounded into her over and over. He was getting close, and so was she. She needed to pull off him, quick! She knew she was out of birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom, either. She couldn’t let him cum inside her unprotected pussy and flood her depths with the same hot, thick, virile seed that made her until his fat balls were completely drained... She moaned out, rolling her hips lewdly against his. The more she thought about how wrong and dangerous it was, the stronger the craving grew, and the weaker her resolve. Her perverse desires aside, she couldn’t let it happen! And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop herself from rolling her hips around him desperately, her own release was so close…

Even as she tried to stop it, her head fell back to his shoulder once again, lips just inches from his ear. She shouldn’t say it, she couldn’t say it. But her lips parted anyways. “Cum, daddy. Cum in me.” She pleaded breathily as her rational mind helplessly screamed objections.

“Ooh, it’s the finale!” Her mother cooed, not more than five feet away from father and daughter engaged in the most taboo act they could possibly commit. She gestured across the water as dozens of sparkling trails launched into the sky. Once again, she was more right than she knew. Daddy’s grip tightened almost painfully around Cynthia’s hips, fingers biting into flesh as he suddenly accelerated, jackhammering his incredibly long, thick cock into her quivering pussy. Her eyes went wide, her lips parting wide as rapid-fire explosions of pleasure tore through her body, a throaty moan, the unmistakable sound of pure lust, bubbling up from deep inside her. But all that emerged was a strangled squeak, the air suddenly stolen from her lungs by a massive, overwhelming wave of pure pleasure that ripped through her. Her entire body locked up as a massive orgasm hit her, her every muscle straining tight as she froze in place, only her core still moving as it trembled and spasmed wildly around her daddy’s cock.

As dozens of fireworks burst into a thousand-thousand colorful sparks overhead, and her conscious mind was overwhelmed with blinding pleasure, all she could do was he could feel. Feel her daddy slam her down on his cock to the hilt. Feel that monstrous shaft lurch and throb violently inside her spasming pussy. Feel his body tense up against her back. Feel his shaft pulsing inside her once, twice, then finally fire, shooting off a white-hot streamer of thick, creamy daddy-cum into her, striking her inner walls with impressive force and splattering in all directions. Feel the heat of his molten seed as his cock fired off blast after blast, painting her depths with his potent spunk. Feel him filling her, pumping more and more and more of that boiling-hot spunk into her with each shot, until she could hold no more.

There was one last dull boom, a massive star of golden sparks filling the sky to signal the end of the show as father and daughter panted softly, still joined at the hips, recovering from their illicit tryst. “Wow… That was quite the show!” Cynthia’s mother cooed, smiling softly as she looked over to them. It took them a moment to realize they had to respond, but the two nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. She smiled, pushing herself to her feet and stretching for a moment, before ushering Cythia’s younger siblings to start packing up the blankets and chairs. With the little ones busy, she turned back to her husband and daughter and walked closer. “Maybe next time I’ll try to find a spot with a better view.” She commented, casually, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, then suddenly bending down to put her lips to his ear.  “Or maybe we can arrange a repeat performance. Something more… intimate.” She purred softly, just loud enough for Cynthia to hear, before swiftly turning away and helping the kids get the stuff in the car, leaving father and daughter sitting there, stunned.

Musing: Mistakes P.2

“I… I couldn’t do that to Connor.” Olivia muttered, shaking her head, her voice barely loud enough to be heard beneath the sound of the rain battering the window. It was coming down in sheets, those few plants visible through the downpour whipped hard to one side by the winds. The storm seemed to have come from nowhere, interrupting the first moment of relaxation she’d had since she’d arrived and trapping her in the house with Alex for shelter from the storm.

Musing- Mistakes P. 1

[pre-story]A bride-to-be's mistakes come back to haunt her as she winds up stuck on a island resort with her studly ex. An unfinished story, told over a couple of old bonus chapters I'm releasing to the public.[/pre-story]

Mistakes P. 1

Olivia had made a mistake. It seemed so long ago now, but she still remembered the moment she’d made the decision. That choice had led to one mistake after another, and after laying dormant for years, it had risen to the surface once more to lead her to her latest mistake. She stood on the dock, barefoot, her long auburn hair catching the sea breeze as she felt the heat of the mediterranean sun on her fair, freckled skin. Her lithe, athletic body was clad in a colorful bikini, which only served to emphasize her narrow, toned waist, her tight, shapely ass, and her perky B-cup breasts. She looked out across the water, watching the ferry speed away, leaving her on the resort island to enjoy her solitude and comfort. The ferry’s supply deliveries would be her only contact with the outside world for the length of her week-long vacation, until it was time for the wedding. Her mind drifted back to that very first mistake.

The Irresistible Goldenboy: Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Curiosity

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! I’m letting my patreon patrons decide not only which one of the three goes first, but if this one wins, I’ll also let people propose heroines they want to see and vote on the chapters they want to see first! So, if you like what you see here [redacted] 
Content warnings: Huge cock, adultery, cock-worship, rough sex, voyeurism (kinda), female masturbation, and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]

The Hub. Where everything comes together. If secretive extra-dimensional transit networks had slogans, or needed them, that would be the Hub’s. Looking at the Hub terminal from the outside would be technically impossible, since the outer walls of the structure are co-existent with the absolute boundaries of the stabilized extradimensional pocket in which the Hub existed, not to mention the absolute lack of light sources. But if such a thing were possible, one might see a structure shaped like a short, fat cylinder, nearly half a mile across but only two hundred feet tall. Along the narrow edge of the shape bristles a belt of hundreds of rectangular projections.

Each projection was arranged identically. At the outer end, the crossover room itself. A heavily-secured cubic room, utilitarian in design. Massive, unbreakable blast doors that sealed the chamber off, and only opened once the initial security check was clear. In each corner, a squat, square, sealed room, staffed by a pair of security guards standing by a big red button. Above each room, a pair of security cameras and an automated variable ordinance turret hung from the ceiling. If any one of the security officers pressed the button, the blast doors would lock in place and the terminal manager would be signaled, and if the threat was not contained, the manager could collapse the portion of the pocket dimension the chamber occupied, instantly wiping it and everything inside it out of existence in an absolute and final fashion. All this to secure the station from the worst possibilities that could emerge from the focus of the room, a fifteen-foot vertical metallic ring, with a mechanical walkway leading almost up to it.

The Irresistible Goldenboy: Ch. 1 [Preview]

Chapter 1: Curiosity

[Pre-Story Bit]
I’m gonna keep this bit short and sweet this time. This story is one of three possible big, multi-chapter stories that are in the running to become my main project after I finish Daddy’s Home, and in gratitude to my faithful readers, I’m giving my fans control over its course! [redacted]
Content warnings: Huge cock, adultery, cock-worship, rough sex, voyeurism (kinda), female masturbation, and possibly excessive exposition.
[/Pre-Story Bit]

[Preview]The Hub. Where everything comes together. If secretive extra-dimensional transit networks had slogans, or needed them, that would be the Hub’s. Looking at the Hub terminal from the outside would be technically impossible, since the outer walls of the structure are co-existent with the absolute boundaries of the stabilized extradimensional pocket in which the Hub existed, not to mention the absolute lack of light sources. But if such a thing were possible, one might see a structure shaped like a short, fat cylinder, nearly half a mile across but only two hundred feet tall. Along the narrow edge of the shape bristles a belt of hundreds of rectangular projections.