Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 3

[pre-story]Chapter one of Gwen's Curse reaches its thrilling conclusion, thanks to the return of its original commissioner! As always, I hope you enjoy, and look forward to more![pre-story]


Gwen's Curse: Chapter 1, Part 3


Gwen felt the heat radiating off Ben’s throbbing, precum-slick, apple-sized cockhead on her lips as she drew closer, the thick, musky scent of his magically-enhanced cock filling her nose with every shallow breath she took. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face was flushed and hot, her bright green eyes staring down the impossibly long shaft of the weapon that her own delicate hands now aimed squarely at her lips. A thought flashed through her mind, bright and clear enough to pierce through the thick haze that blanketed it; why would anyone even MAKE a spell that could do this? No normal person would be able to handle a cock that was this long, this thick, this ridiculously HUGE… Her lips parted slightly as she hesitated there, just a hair’s breadth away from crossing the line into sucking her dweeby cousin’s overgrown cock, a heated, panting breath escaping her lips and wafting over its swollen, sensitive crown. Ben stifled a whimper, holding perfectly still, frozen in place, staring down at her with wide eyes and breathless anticipation, paralyzed by fear that even the tiniest motion or quietest whimper might break the spell and scare her off, like a spooked animal.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 13

[pre-story]Happy Birthday continues! John's night at Aunt Amy's finally gets underway, and the real fun begins!
So, just to make sure everyone knows, this series is no longer orphaned! It got picked back up by a new commissioner almost immediately after I posted about it being dropped, so updates will be happening regularly once again (at least, as ‘regularly’ as my wildly inconsistent ass can manage to write anything.) And as always, if you like what you read [redacted]
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 13

John wasted no time as he carried Cassidy through Aunt Amy’s mansion, their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss the entire time, every step grinding his steel-hard cock against her soaking wet bikini bottoms through his jeans. Aunt Amy and Janice led the way, up the stairs and down the hall, before coming to a pair of double doors and pushing them open. The room beyond was Aunt Amy’s private set, where she shot solo videos, some smaller projects, and did the occasional live show, a large room with deep red velvet curtains lining the walls, the center of the space dominated by an enormous circular bed with red silk sheets, surrounded by dangling sheer red curtains hanging from a canopy suspended above it. There were cameras and microphones mounted all around the room, all aimed toward the bed to capture every angle and every moan, and the wardrobes and nightstands flanking the bed were stocked with every kind of sex toy and lubricant you could possibly imagine. Posters of Aunt Amy in sexy outfits and sultry poses hung on the walls, some taken from the covers of her various movies. The room always seemed had a steamy, sultry sort of air to it, an aura of raw sexuality, like the room itself remembered the thousands of hours of sex that had taken place within it.

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 2

[Pre-story]Part two of Gwen’s Curse! Enjoy!

Unfortunately, it also comes with bad news: the commissioner who was funding more chapters of this story cancelled their pledge, so it won’t be continuing to get regular updates. It’s not dead, just ‘orphaned’, but unless somebody takes over the commission, updates will probably be pretty irregular, and dependent on whether or not it wins the polls on my [redacted]. 

In related news, Happy Birthday has also suffered a similar fate. I’m not sure yet if it’s ‘orphaned’ or just cancelled, I gotta think about it for a bit. And in tangentially related news, since I lost two big patrons in a week, I’m now in full desperation mode again. If you like my work, [redacted][/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 2

Gwen’s mouth felt dry, even as she swallowed, nervously. Ben was possibly the most obstinate, stubborn, prideful person she knew. He never admitted he needed help, no matter how stacked the odds were or how thoroughly he was getting his butt kicked. And yet, now, he was practically begging for help. Help with his… erection, the nasty, gross… fat… throbbing… veiny… just so HUGE… She shook her head, snapping herself out of that train of thought. She had to focus. “What… what do you mean? Help how?” She asked, whispering so as not to be overheard.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 12

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday, hot off the presses! Cassidy accidentally draws the attention of her mom and sisters, who make a rather spectacular entrance in some extremely provocative outfits.
As always, I hope you all like it! If you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 12

Cassidy squirmed in John’s lap as the two shared a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues coiling around each other. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, grinding her bikini-thong-covered slit against the fat bulge snaking its way down his pant leg. The pleasure that rippled through her core was woefully insufficient to quench the flames of lust that roared within her, but it at least kept her sane enough to try and undo his jeans, rather than fruitlessly tear at them like an animal. Still, her hands were shaking and fumbling with desperate haste as they struggled, first, to pop the button free, then, to pull the zipper down… In her frenzied desperation to release the monster in John’s pants, Cassidy yanked at one of the flaps of denim a little too hard, and as she lost her grip, her elbow shot back, hitting the steering wheel, and John and Cassidy both jolted in surprise as the evening’s quiet was pierced by a sudden blast from the car’s horn. Their kiss broke as they both jumped, then froze, slowly turning their heads toward the mansion’s front door. 

Gwen's Curse: Ch. 1, P. 1

[pre-story]Another story for you all to enjoy, the start of another brand-new series from a brand-new anonymous commissioner, based on a series that’s long held a special place in my memories, Ben 10. Gwen wants to try out a spell she’s been translating, and Ben owes her a favor, but neither has any idea what the consequences might be…
I surprised myself, working on this one, I sat down to get started on it one day morning and I was DONE by noon! I’ve never managed to start and finish a whole chapter in a single sitting before…

Anyways, as always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]

Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 1

“Ugh, this is so bo~ring~…” Ben groaned, rolling his head back as he slouched in place and let his arms hang limp in an exaggerated, overly-dramatic gesture.

Gwen was running out of patience, herself, but for very different reasons. The redhead stood up, planting her wrist on one hip, her hand occupied by her pocket-sized notebook, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a scowl as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Listen, dweeb, you PROMISED you would do ANYTHING I wanted if I helped you buy that Sumo Slammers card, and it’s time to pay up.” She said, bending forward at the waist and gesturing down at the ground with the purple chalk in her other hand, specifically, at the chalk circle he stood inside, half-surrounded with mysterious symbols. “So you’re going to stand there, be quiet, and let me try out this spell! And unless you want me to mess it up and accidentally turn you into a frog, you’ll STOP DISTRACTING ME.” She snapped, causing ben to flinch away, slightly. He was silent for a moment as Gwen’s eyes narrowed even further, glowering at him for a moment, before she straightened up, sank down to her knees again, and went back to work on the symbols.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 11

[pre-story]The story of Happy Birthday continues! Cassidy and John make their escape from Aunt Christina's house! 
If you want more, [redacted] As always, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 11

Cassidy slammed the car door shut, perhaps a little harder than necessary, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she’d been holding as John climbed into the passenger seat. It felt like she’d just narrowly escaped a swarm of zombies. Giggling, horny, redheaded zombies. The ABCs were her cousins, they were fun, and she loved them, but they were dangerous, like a walking tornado of tits and asses and very talented fingers. It was all too easy to get swept up in their pace and carried along as they played around, until you suddenly found yourself doing something completely crazy. It had happened to Cassidy more than once, and over the years, the triplets had goaded her into her first lesbian experience, her first experience with anal, and very nearly into actual prostitution.

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. 3

[Pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, and I've got a two-part update for you! I sat down to write one chapter of Ghost story, but I ended up writing two! That's right, part 4 is already complete, and I'll be posting it for you all to enjoy sometime in the next week or two, so look forward to it! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and I'm happy to be back in the saddle![/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 3

The ghost said nothing as Maddie’s gloved hands slid up and down the invisible shaft that thrust up from the couch cushion in front of her, slick with invisible, spectral precum. He’d been silent this whole time, but suddenly, the silence seemed tense. Suddenly, Maddie was acutely aware she’d just offered to do ‘anything’ to satisfy the lust of a mysterious ghost she’d never fully seen, never heard speak… What sort of depravity might a perverted ghost, driven by lust, dream up for her? He might do something filthy like... fucking her ass! Or even worse… Her mind suddenly swam with perverse fantasies. She saw the ghost fucking her in the middle of the night as she lay in bed, Jack sleeping just a few feet away as she struggled to keep her voice down. She saw herself walking down the street when she her clothes suddenly turned invisible, every stranger in sight staring at her body as she futilely tried to cover herself… A shudder ran down her spine, but was it from revulsion… or excitement? 

Happy Birthday, Ch. 10

[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday! It's time for John to switch houses, and cousin Cassidy arrives to pick him up, but, as it so often does in the Best family, things get complicated. Not much more to say about this one, honestly. I know it's been a while since I've posted, the full story is up on my patreon if you're curious, I've been unable to write for about a month, but I think I've set up a system that should let me get back to work again, so look forward to more stuff! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Happy Birthday, Chapter 10 

Cassidy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself as her finger hovered over the doorbell. In theory, it was a simple transaction. Just a quick ‘Hi, I’m here to pick up John’, then they’d say ‘Great, we were expecting you, here he is’ and then he’d say ‘Hey Cassidy, here I am, completely dressed, let’s go, we don’t want to keep Aunt Amy waiting.’ and then he’d just get in the car and they’d go straight home. But even as she stood there, running through the plan in her head, she could hear a deep, throaty moan coming from the other side of the door. Her shoulders visibly slumped as she let the breath  out with a sigh. Of course, nothing was ever simple when it came to this family...

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…

Happy Birthday, Ch. 9

[pre-story]Dani finally gets what she's been craving. 

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


Happy Birthday: Chapter 9 

John’s jaw fell open as he saw Aunt Christina standing nearby, his eyes wide with panic and his mouth suddenly dry. He gaped for a moment, before Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled his head back down, into her cleavage. “If Dani keeps sleeping in all through the summer, she’ll be in real trouble when school start again.” Abby explained, casually, a playful smile on her soft lips.

Aunt Christina shook her head, striding toward the kitchen table.  “Oh, I’m not worried. She’s such a serious girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” She replied, every step sending her pale, lightly-freckled, watermelon-sized tits swaying and wobbling within the confines of her gauzy silk robe, threatening to bounce completely free at any second. Aunt Christina heaved a sigh as she planted one hand on the table and leaned on it, looking at the scene before her, John seated at the table, his face buried in Abby’s chest as the teenaged redhead straddled his legs, squirming on his lap, his legs vanishing beneath the tablecloth. “It’s such a shame. Dani’s such a diligent, clever, hard-working girl… If only the rest of you had turned out more like her, instead of a pack of naughty little misbehaving sluts…” She muttered with a smirk, shaking her head.

“What can I say? We learned from the best.” Abby shot back with a smirk of her own as she rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the base of her favorite cousin’s throbbing cock.

John stiffened beneath Abby, letting out a deep groan, the sound muffled by the eldest sister’s prodigious tits, as the triplets under the table took the roll of Abby’s hips as a signal to go ahead. Betty and Cherry’s tongues went to work, lavishing the steely pillar of John’s cock with long, wet licks, before reaching out to trail the tips of their tongues back down, tracing along the bulging veins along its base. Dani, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen stock-still in terror, her soft lips still stretched lewdly around the fat, helmet-shaped head, hands wrapped around the midpoint of his member.

Christina arched an eyebrow at the sudden groan from her nephew, then glanced down toward the edge of the tablecloth, her smirk widening. “Ahh, I see~. So that’s where the other two went.” She commented, discussing her daughters sucking off their cousin at the breakfast table as casually as one might comment on the weather.

Abby put on a playful pout. “I’m so jealous, mommy~!” she whined, putting on a childish voice. “My little sisters snuck around behind my back and now they’re hogging Johnny’s big, fat sausage! And they won’t even share~!” she complained, pulling John’s head deeper into her cleavage, her pillowy tits squeezing around the sides of his head.

A giggle rose up from under the table as Betty and Cherry continued teasing their way down his shaft until their tongues wandered down to his sack, the twins eagerly burying their freckled faces in Johns’ fat balls, tongue-polishing the hefty spheres as they let loose a chorus of exaggerated moans and loud slurps, muffled by mouthfuls of man-meat.

Christina smirked, wryly. “You didn’t get your fill last night? You girls are so insatiable…” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

Abby laughed. “Oh, mommy, don’t pretend you’re not just as hungry to feel that big, fat, beefy cock sliding down your throat as we are… You only wear that robe when you’re trying to tempt John into ripping it off you and fucking your brains out~.” She shot back, licking her lips hungrily.

Christina bit her lip for a moment, bright white teeth sinking into soft, pale pink flesh. “...Well, when you say it like that, it’s certainly tempting…” She muttered, pausing for a moment. She stepped closer to John’s chair, leaning forward just enough to let her massive breasts graze against his shoulder, then balled a fist and rapped her knuckles sharply on the tabletop in front of him “You girls better hurry up down there-” She called out, then licked her lips. “- the rest of us are waiting for our turn!”

John groaned again, the sound once more muffled by Abby’s pillowy tits, and Betty and Cherry giggled. Betty pulled her head up out of John’s balls for a moment, a wicked grin on her lips as she held a finger up, gesturing Cherry to stay quiet. “You heard mom, sis- better get to work!” She called out, loud enough to be heard above the table, as she looked straight at Dani, shooting her a wink before diving back down to continue sloppily tongue-polishing John’s hefty balls.

The youngest of the four sisters had frozen like a deer in headlights at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her soft, pink lips were stretched tight around the massive, swollen tip of her cousin’s glorious cum-cannon as the head throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks hollowed, her delicate hands not quite managing to wrap completely around his steel-hard cock’s thickness as she tried not to so much as breathe, lest she be discovered. But Betty’s words stirred her from her daze. Mom thought she was still asleep upstairs. Her heart started to beat again. She could still get away with this, she could still live out her fantasy- and right under mom’s nose! She swallowed, nervously, and let out a muffled sound as she felt clear, salty precum slide down her throat. Her nipples were hard as diamond, the pink peaks of her perky b-cups pushing against the thin, white material of her tank top, as her hands began to move, slowly stroking up and down John’s fearsome shaft.

John groaned again into Abby’s cleavage, this whole situation was crazy, but then, his entire life was the sort of thing that lesser men dreamed of, who but he could honestly say they’d ever had five beautiful redheads throwing themselves at them? Who could claim they’d fucked mother and daughter one after another, who could claim sleeping with triplets, who could claim they’d ever slept with ONE woman as gloriously busty and fat-assed as the teenage slut squirming in his lap, let alone three? So… why not embrace it? He pulled his head up out of Abby’s chest, and with a hungry growl, threw an arm out, and wrapped it around Christina’s incredibly wide hips, fingers sinking deep into one of the thick, juicy globes of her ass as he gave it a possessive squeeze.

Christina gasped in surprise mixed with delight at the sudden show of force as John squeezed and kneaded her ass with one hand, and did the same with her daughter’s with the other. She bit her lip. He was only a teenager, but he grabbed her ass like he owned her, her, a mature, successful, independent woman and mother of four... and in a way, he did. Any other boy his age would get a smack across the face and a stern lecture for grabbing her ass like that, and if that boy had dared to grope her DAUGHTER the same way in her presence, she’d have broken his wrist before getting him arrested. But her nephew, this boy- no, this young man- he could do anything he wanted to her, as much is it hurt to admit it. He could grab her ass, he could grope her tits, he could bend her over and fuck her in the middle of the street, he could take anything of hers he wanted, her possessions, her body, even her daughters, and she wouldn’t offer more than a token resistance. He wasn’t even twenty yet, and already he was a true alpha male, a fucking STUD, manlier than any man she’d even known, with hundreds of notches on his bedpost, and while he still had the sweet and obliging personality he’d had growing up, there was a deep, unshakable confidence underneath it all, a certain cockiness that was growing more and more prominent with each passing year, as well as the pussy-destroying megadick to back it up. What would he be like in ten years? How many thousands of women would he conquer with that beastly, jaw-breakingly thick cock? How many would he breed with that potent Best family seed? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care- not as long as he continued to pound that massive fucking cock into her on regular basis, at least-  but still, the very idea left her thighs soaked with glistening nectar.

Dani’s head bobbed in time with her hands, lips popping back and forth over the flared ridge of John’s cockhead, stretched tight like a rubber band, her tongue squirming against the cum-slit as the throbbing shaft spat one dollop after another onto the pink muscle, drowning her taste buds in the thick, musky flavor of his seed. Her eyelids fluttered as she unthinkingly let out a moan around the bulbous knob, her hands still pumping up and down his vein-marbled length, squeezing as tight as they could, desperately milking his monstrous member. With each throb that stretched her lips, she grew more and more passionate, driven on by the knowledge that each pulse brought her reward closer and closer, brought John closer and closer to the edge. Soon, she had thrown caution to the wind, moaning whorishly as she twisted her head side to side as she continued to bob, spiraling up and down over the few inches she managed to fit into her mouth, tongue flicking over the cum-slit at the tip each time she pulled back.

All the While, Betty and Cherry continued to slavishly worship John’s fat, cum-heavy balls, talented tongues roaming over every inch of his hefty, orange-sized balls, rolling them around until every last inch glistened with a sheen of saliva. Time and time again, the sisters pushed forward, one, then the other, burying their faces in his sack as they hungrily stretched their soft lips around his swollen spheres. Their cheeks hollowed as they struggled in vain to engulf the oversized orbs, moaning and slurping messily as they sucked and kissed at them, drowning themselves in his salty, musky balls until they had to pull back to gasp for air, faces smeared with their own spit in a nasty show of devotion to the twin globes that produced the seemingly endless cum they so desperately craved.

John growled with pleasure, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. He was overwhelmed, by the sensations and by the situation around him. While Dani had a lot to learn when it come to sucking cock, she more than made up for it with passion and eagerness, and that wasn’t taking into account the knowledge that his cute little cousin was not only sucking his cock, but had dreamed about sucking his cock for years! Just imagining her innocent face with her soft lips stretched wide around his cock… Meanwhile, Betty and Cherry needed no instruction when it came to servicing his sack, the two threw themselves into the task with such incredible intensity and hunger. Then there was Abby, the busty beauty grinding her dooling pussy against his shaft as she writhed in his lap like a stripper, her massive breasts pressed against his broad chest, hard nipples poking him, clearly emphasizing her arousal. And then there was Aunt Christina, the mother of all four, with her fat, juicy ass and tits like watermelons, half-busting out of the thin material of her loosely-tied robe, still ignorant that her youngest daughter was just under the table and out of sight, that she was just as much of a cum-hungry cock addict as the rest of the family.

John’s grip on the girl’s asses tightened, fingers sinking deeper into the pale, pillowy flesh as he grit his teeth and let out a strained groan. The monstrous shaft between his legs suddenly throbbed violently, bucking with such force that it pulled itself from Dani’s lips with a pop, swiftly followed by a whimper of excitement as she realized what was coming. Betty and Cherry were in the middle of double-teaming one heavy ball, moaning and giggling playfully as they rolled it back and forth between them with their tongues, when his sack began to tighten, the sisters following along as their treat pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. Abby let out a gasp of surprise as the beast throbbed against her slit.

“Ohh, fuck, you’re cumming! Do it! Cum all over her! Cover her!” Abby moaned, grinding her drooling slit against his vein-marbled shaft, at least, as much as she could, with him still squeezing her ass tight.

“Please…” Dani moaned, without thinking, as she struggled to lever the steel-hard shaft down and aim it at herself.

“Hurry and cum-” Christina urged, only to cut off mid-sentence, brow suddenly furrowing “-wait, Dani?” She muttered, confused.

It was too late, John didn’t even hear them, drowning Christina’s question out with a deep, primal growl that rose out of his core as the dam inside him crumbled, unleashing a massive wave of pleasure that surged through him. It engulfed him completely, crashing through his mind and sweeping away all trace of thoughts, flooding his body and drowned his every nerve in pleasure. His shaft lurched again and again in Dani’s grip as she squirmed in heady anticipation, her thighs rubbing together to try and soothe the burning hunger between them. She didn’t have long to wait. The finger-thick tube running along the underside of his shaft bulged as white-hot seed boiled up from his core, coursing up the length of his member, she could feel the raw force behind it against her thumbs as it rocketed toward the swollen head. Dani’s eyes were wide and staring, entranced by the smooth, helmet-shaped head like a snake by a flute, watching fixated as the slit at its tip opened, just a little.

The first shot fired from the tip of John’s cock like the blast of a fire hose, a finger-thick stream of pearly white cum that struck Dani right on the bridge of the nose. It hit with surprising force, her head was forced back, it felt like she’d been hit by a water balloon to the face, and much like a water balloon, the moment it struck, it splattered in every direction. She cried out in surprise, squeezing her eyes shut just in time to avoid getting it in them, but found her eyelids glued shut by a thick, sticky layer of hot, creamy goo. It wasn’t just her eyes though, she could feel it all over her face, and the thick, musky odor filled her nose when she tried to breathe… She couldn’t see, she could only feel it, coating her skin, hot and thick, covering her, sticking to her, staining her, marking her as a nasty little cum-slut, his little cum-slut…

Dani’s mouth opened to let out a moan, only to have her cry suddenly cut off as John’s cock fired again, the second blast of cum just as copious and forceful as the first, it struck the edge of her upper lip, splattering up and into her nose, coating her lips and pouring into her open mouth. She choked as the sudden mouthful of cum caught her by surprise, her cousin’s molten seed making her taste buds light up with the salty, musky flavor of pure manliness, and struggled to suck a breath in through her nose, only to find the thick, sticky cream had filled her nose as well. She couldn’t breathe. She was drowning. Drowning in cum. Drowning in John’s thick, hot, potent, salty, delicious, creamy cum-

Dani stiffened suddenly, shaking violently as an orgasm struck her like a fist to the gut, raw pleasure suddenly exploding in her core, a violent ecstasy ripping through her, overloading her mind and body with sensation. Her muscles locked up, pulling tight as she shook in the grip of her climax, her arms curling slightly, unintentionally aiming the throbbing, bucking cum-cannon down further and further as it continued to fire, spurts of cum coating her chin, her neck, and finally her chest, blasting her thin tank top with thick ropes of cum until it was completely soaked through, clinging to her perky breasts. All throughout, Dani was lost and shuddering with pleasure, her senses smothered by a thick layer of potent seed… all except touch. She could feel each time his cock throbbed in her hands, feel each shot that splattered against her skin, feel him paint her entire front half pearly white, and each hot, wet, forceful impact against her skin sent another shockwave of pleasure rippling through her.

Dani’s lungs were starting to burn by the time John’s balls were finally empty, and as those last drops of cum dripped onto her thighs, Dani suddenly slumped, letting go of John’s cock as her arms went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. There was a moment of near silence, John quietly panting for breath after unleashing that massive load, and then, a quiet gulp, followed by a desperate gasp. Dani shot back up, face coated in a thick mask of john’s thick, creamy cum, her now-empty mouth open wide, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Slowly, her hands came up, roaming to her chest, squishing into the cum-soaked material of her tank top and giving a ragged moan as she rubbed it against her skin, feeling the warm, wet material drag over her rock-hard nipples.

Christina stared at her youngest daughter as she soaked in John’s cum and bit her lip, torn. On one hand, she knew she should be angry. She’d been very clear, Dani was too young, even if only by a couple weeks, and both she and John had disobeyed her. The triplets, she didn’t mind seeing like this, they reminded her so much of herself, with bodies made for sex, bodies that craved it, but Dani… she couldn’t help but think of her as an innocent little girl. And yet, here she was, completely soaked in John’s cum and obviously loving every second of it, just like her sisters did… just like she did. A shiver ran down her spine. He’d turned her little girl into another little slut eager to serve his fat, teenage cock, just like he’d made the rest of his daughters into his fucktoys, just like he’d turned her into the kind of woman who would get wet at the thought of her own daughters worshipping his fat, throbbing fucktool… Just like he turned every woman he met into a drooling, whimpering, cock-hungry bitch. Deep down, she’d always known this would happen someday, that Dani would join his ever-growing harem. It was just… inevitable.


Christina tongue peeked out, subconsciously licking all around her full, pink lips. “...I hope you saved some for the rest of us.” She finally muttered as she crawled beneath the table, toward her still-moaning daughter.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 8

[pre-story]I know the last chapter left you hungry for more, so I hope this makes up for it!

As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 8 

“Wait, fuck, Dani?” John called out, hoping to hear her answer from another room, even as he felt a pair of extremely slender, delicate hands tentatively grasp the girth of his rapidly-hardening teenage cock. He’d felt the triplet’s hands on his shaft countless times before, they could hardly keep their hands off it, even in public, and these were not theirs. Still, some part of his mind hoped he was wrong, that Betty and Cherry had just reached back a bit to give him some extra stiluation. But his fears were confirmed when he felt a pair of incredibly soft lips press against his swelling crown, a gentle peck contrasted to the hungry tongue-kisses the elder sisters were lavishing on his churning, cum-heavy balls. “Fuuuuck…” John groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting Abby’s chest between her enormous, freckled tits. “Aunt Christy’s gonna fucking kill me…” He lamented as his cock pulsed, swelling and pressing against those delicate lips.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 7

[pre-story]More Happy Birthday! Not much to say about this one, not a lot of sex, but some, and things are gonna heat up fast after this! I hope you all enjoy!

As always, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 7 

John stirred, eyes squeezing shut against the morning light filtering into the room. Instinctively, he brought his arm up to cover his eyes, or rather, he tried to, but found it weighed down, pinned beneath something heavy and… soft. He lifted his head and cracked his eyelids open just a tiny bit to investigate. At the sight of Aunt christina’s glorious body laying on his arm, the muscular limb buried between her enormous tits, her arms wrapped possessively around it as she slept, the events of the prior night flooded back to him. Images of fucking one curvy redhead after another flashed in his mind, of four freckle-faced beauties worshipping his shaft with lips, tongues, and hands, of massive, milky melons wrapping around his shaft, smothering his face, squishing against each other as mother kissed daughter and sisters kissed sisters and he kissed them all in the throes of passion. The monster between his thighs stirred, and he heard a small, satisfied purr from below, glancing down to see one of the triplets had fallen asleep with her head rested on his shaft, and as it swelled beneath her, she nuzzled her cheek against it like an affectionate cat.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 6

[pre-story]A couple days of really spectacular productivity, and here we are at chapter 6 already! John finishes off his threesome with Abby and Betty in spectacular fashion.
As always, if you enjoy my writing, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday: Chapter 6 

John thrust forward like a savage beast, plunging inch after inch of thick teenage megacock into Abby’s tight pussy in a single thrust, his cousin’s silken walls trembling around him as he stuffed her with his manhood. She moaned, uncontrollably, feeling the beast stretching her, filling her once more. “Ohhhh~ my fucking GOD!” She cried out, throwing her head back. The blunt tip slammed into the mouth of her womb, already weak from its previous penetration, it yielded easily, and his brutal thrust plowed through it with barely a pause, slamming against the back of her inner sanctum. Abby’s moan rose to a scream of pleasure, the impact setting off an explosion of sensation that ripped through her, driving the last of the air from her lungs.

Happy Birthday: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Shhh, nobody tell patreon.
But seriously, considering some of the other writers I follow have been posting 'family-oriented' stuff without issue, I think it's reasonably safe to continue this story. Which is good, because I've already got ch. 6 done, so you shouldn't have to wait long for more! Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
As always, if you like my stories, [redacted][/pre-story]

Happy Birthday Ch. 5 

Abby and Betty shared a quick glance and a playful grin, the redheaded sisters thinking alike without needing to say a word. Together they lunged for John hungrily, the two triplets dropping to all fours on the bed as they threw themselves at the half-yard of steel-hard cock jutting from his hips. Cherry moaned softly from below, weakly continuing to rub the massive load of creamy cum John had plastered her with into her massive, freckled tits, the basketball-sized melons soon glistening with his sticky seed. Her younger sister chewed her lip enviously as she watched from the doorframe, one hand having slipped into her fluffy pink pajama bottoms, the movement of her knuckles visible through the fabric.  Meanwhile her elder sisters opened their mouths, extended their tongues, and looked up at John with playfully-gleaming emerald eyes as they pressed their tongues together, side by side, and flattened them against his looming monolithic member. Holding his gaze, the sisters slid up his shaft together, gathering up the stream of thick spunk that drooled down along his bulging cum-channel between them, his pearly cream pooling on their tongues as they climbed his length, until they reached the swollen, gleaming cockhead. They didn’t let a single drop escape as they leaned in, sealing their plush pink lips together over his gleaming crown, their tongues rolling wildly in their mouths as they savored his musky flavor, wet, pink muscles flicking over the smooth surface of his crown as they did.

Happy Birthday, Ch. 4

[redacted]

Chapter 4: The Triplets, Part 1

John pulled his hips back, drawing a weak moan from the barely-conscious Aunt Christina as his flared, fist-sized head tugged at the entrance to her womb, the wall of muscle reluctant to release the fearsome tool. Her walls gripped so tight his movements dragged her upraised hips back a few inches before the pull became too much and the fat knob pulled free. He kept pulling, and pulling, and pulling, drawing inch after inch after inch of thick, glistening, steel-hard cock from his aunt’s depths. He could feel all four of his cousins staring in awe and hunger as he unsheathed his mighty weapon, and as the gleaming crown pulled free with soft, wet pop, his aunt’s overstuffed pussy twitched, a stream of white-hot cream pouring out of her like a faucet. His member sprang up once it was free, slapping against his rippling abs once before it settled into place, thrusting proudly from his hips, almost a half-yard of cum-and-nectar slick, pussy-wrecking, never-softening, toe-curling studly incestuous COCK, throbbing angrily in midair, its gleaming crown swollen red like a mouth-wateringly ripe apple. 

[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.

Daddy's Home: New Life [April Fools]

[pre-story] Surprise! You've asked, you've begged, you've demanded more, and I shall deliver! I feel like I've really developed as a writers since I started Daddy's home, and I'm exited to bring the series back and put all my new skills to use! Anyways, I hope you enjoy![/pre-story] 

Daddy's Home: New Life

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rich asked, looking around at all the equipment intruding on his bedroom. Microphones, lights with those reflective umbrella things on them, three big, fancy cameras at all different angles… This stuff wasn’t cheap, even just renting it.

“Of course, Daddy!” Sam replied with a grin as she darted around the room checking equipment and making last-minute adjustments, his beautiful, dark-haired daughter dressed in her skimpiest, sexiest gothic lingerie. Black-and-purple striped thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely legs, fastened to a lacy black garter belt with straps tight enough to dig into the pale globes of her spectacular ass. Those twin moons were split by the barely-there string of a black, semi-sheer lace thong, the straps of which rode high on her generous hips. Her hips tapered to a slender waist, the barest hint of tone visible on her flat stomach, a gleaming purple gemstone dangling from her bellybutton ring. Her top was somewhere between a bra and a corset, little more than a wide belt of tightly-laced material around her ribcage with a set of shaped, triangular cups that could barely contain a pair of breasts that were each practically as big as his head, the pale, creamy flesh bulging out around them, jiggling with every tiny movement, the cups barely hiding her suckable nipples from view. Around her neck she wore a choker, a band of elastic black lace with a silver heart-shaped charm seated directly on her throat. She went heavier with the makeup than usual, her lips painted with her favorite glossy black lipstick, her eyes outlined with thick black eyeliner, artfully contoured into wings, then layered over with dusky purple eyeshadow. Her long, black, silky hair was done up into twintails, a departure from her usual style, but one she said would work better for the cameras.

Happy Birthday Ch. 3

[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]

Christina’s Turn

John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.

John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.

Happy Birthday Ch. 3 [preview]

[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! [redacted][/pre-story]

Christina’s Turn

John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt. 

John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly. 

Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.

The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.

The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be.