It’s a Small World

Literotic asexstories – It’s a Small World by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~

Since most readers don’t want to be tricked into something they’re not ready for, I’m labeling this as “Incest/Taboo” so that those individuals who are violently opposed to such stories know to turn away now. Be warned, however, that story covers a broader range of relationships than just incest.

MF/FMF/MFF/FFF … Love triangle, voyeur, incest, lesbian, DP, cheating, denial – it’s a sexual buffet!

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~~~ Adam Adams, Ada Adams ~~~

“Why don’t you just come in and close the door?” Adam’s sister asked him. “You’re letting all of the warm air out.” She didn’t sound mad; she sounded irritated.

He didn’t move.

“Seriously?!” she growled, after another minute of him just standing there. “In or out! I don’t care if you fucking perv on me but stop letting the cold air in. Cheese & sprinkles!”

Adam Adams slipped into the washroom and eased the door shut. His sister had almost been done with her shower when he’d eased her bathroom door open to peek at her naked body. She had just been finishing up rinsing the soapy foam from her sexy form. Now, for some reason, his angelic-looking sibling was lathering up again, standing with her right shoulder to the faucet, facing him through the glass shower door, allowing him to see all of her heavenly body. Behind her back, the steamy spray was slowly restoring the room temperature back to its former sauna level.

The clear glass of the shower door did nothing to obscure his sister’s fabulous figure. Her chest was too heavy for her body shape. If he hadn’t lived in the same house with her for the last 18 years, he might have thought that she’d gotten a breast enlargement – but no – they were hers – and they were glorious. The police department had called the house to ask Adam’s sister to stop wearing tube-tops when she jogged. The insurance rates for the entire city had skyrocketed from all of the car-crashes she had caused by distracting drivers – male and female. Her long, luscious, golden tresses hung below her shoulder blades and when she was jogging, she was hard for anyone to ignore.

Adam’s sister, Ada, slowly lathered her delicious body all over, once more, from her neck to her calves. She didn’t know if her brother was into feet or not – but his lust-filled eyes had never moved from her chest & freshly-shaved mons as she’d bent to soap her thighs & calves – so she didn’t bother scrubbing her little piggies.

She had been finished with the shower but, since Adam was obviously turned on, she decided to feed the lust that burned in those eyes. As she massaged herself – rubbing the soapy lather all over her breasts, stomach, and thighs – giving her randy brother a sexy show – her pussy gushed a little pre-cum.

Her sibling’s right hand reached to adjust the massive tent in his sports shorts.

“Drop your pants,” she ordered him.

As before, he resisted.

“If you don’t want the show to stop, you’d better start listening better and obeying quicker,” she informed him. She paused the show, to make sure she had his attention. His eyes moved from where her hands had stopped massaging the soapy lather into her breasts – up to her eyes. He realized that she was serious.

Adam threw his shorts & boxers to his ankles. Staring into his sister’s crystal blue eyes, his right hand automatically grasped his long schlong and slowly started stroking it.

Ada’s vagina gushed a little more, thinking about how nicely that penis would fit inside of her pussy. Automatically, her right hand left her chest to trace its way across her stomach. Her fingertips stroked across her bare mons a couple times, feeling the vacant space where her thin landing strip had been several moments ago. She brushed those naughty fingers across the clitoral hood that sheltered her sensitive nub. Her clit was engorged – filled with blood.

The blonde’s lust had first been fueled by her naughty brother’s lecherous looks. That incestuous desire had increased as he revealed his trouser schnauzer. Ada stared at it, trying to decide whether they’d have time for a quick fuck before he left for school and she headed across town to get to State U for her classes.

She was snapped out of her daydreaming as she heard something lightly slap against the shower door – and looked up to see her brother’s cock jetting his spunk all over the glass partition.

She snuck a soapy finger across her engorged clit, circling it once, before plunging it into her tingling twat. She frantically flogged her molly as she gazed at her sibling’s rapturous face.

~~~ Bailey Bailey, Clark Clark ~~~

Adam was running late because of the time he’d spent in the bathroom, jerking off to his sister’s hot body. When he finally got to school, he knew he didn’t have long to greet his tiny girlfriend before the first bell. She was standing in front of his locker. He pulled her close and kissed her hard.

“Why do you smell like jizz?” she asked him, smiling like a starving succubus.

“I fucking jerked off on the shower door while Ada was lathering her body – giving me a sexy show,” he admitted.

“That’s fucking sick!” she cooed, kissing him harder. “You’re such a fucking perv. What’d she do?”

“She stared at me – while I was still cumming – the shit was flying out of my cock and splattering onto the shower-door. She finger-fucked herself until she came and collapsed to the floor of the shower.”

“She alright?” Bailey asked.

“Yeah. I just left her. She’ll be fine. I had to come see you,” he purred to his scantily-clad sweetheart. She was breaking so many dress-codes she was sure to be sent home before second hour.

“I’m hungry,” she purred into his ear, resurrecting his half-dead phallus.

Bailey Bailey was the tiniest person in high school. As soon as her boyfriend got his locker door open, the diminutive cum-slut backed into the tiny space and gazed at his bulging groin. Adam stepped up, in front of the open locker, blocking her from the view of those passing by. She unzipped his pants, fished out her favorite prize, and started licking & sucking it like a lollipop.

He moaned from the oral stimulation just as Mr. Clark was passing by. The instructor looked over at him. Adam didn’t even notice that his sounds of arousal and attracted the attention of the History teacher; he was so intent on what his little doe-eyed leprechaun was doing to his cock. Eyes closed, Adam tilted his head forward and it smacked the wall with a meaty thud.

“Go see the nurse before you come to class,” the History teacher told him, before moving on down the corridor.

Bailey had her sports bra pulled up and was pinching & groping her tits & nipples as she sucked her boyfriend’s magic wand. This was her favorite way to start the school day. Her second favorite was to ride him, sitting on a toilet in one of the stalls in the boys’ room. The problem with that was that the weed-haze was so thick in there that she couldn’t think straight to cum as hard as she wanted. If they could just find somewhere else to fuck, that would be her new favorite way to start the day.

She slipped a finger between her thighs. Her micro-skirt did nothing to prevent the access and, like always, she was not wearing panties. She flicked the digit across her clit and shoved it into her twat, reaching for her G-spot. She moaned when she hit it. She strummed it like she was performing a guitar solo at a rock concert. A massive moan rolled through her throat, stimulating her boyfriend’s bukkake-banana. He put his hand on the back of her head, shoved her face all the way onto his rigid rod, and started spewing Carnal-nation Instant Breakfast down her throat.

As the splooge splashed into her stomach, Bailey drew her dizzying digit from her fuck-hole, up the length of her slit, to her nub. When she pressed it, she came instantly, ejaculating onto the floor of her boyfriend’s locker. Her salty scent announced to everyone in the area that the two of them would soon be headed for class.

~~~

Adam’s head was still buzzing from the powerful climax he’d just had, twice. His body was operating on auto-pilot. He stumbled into History class and started towards his seat.

“I thought I told you to go see the nurse?” Mr. Clark said.

Adam stared into the instructor’s face, realized the man wasn’t going to change his mind, and headed back out the door.

~~~ Danielle Daniels ~~~

Adam rapped his knuckles on the door of the nurse’s office and waited for her to tell him to come in.

“Mr. Clark said to come see you,” he told Ms. Daniels. “He won’t let me into History until I come back with a note.”

“Well, then, let’s just check you out, shall we?” the nurse said. “Step behind the partition and take off your clothes.”

He looked at her with raised eyebrows but she just nodded her head to the right – suggesting for him to get to it.

She joined him behind the screen, stepped in front of him, and cupped his scrotum in her palm, looking into his eyes. She told him to turn his head and cough. He did. Adam coughed again when she massaged his fun-bag, encouraging his testicles to produce a fresh batch of seminal fluid. He coughed a third time when she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock-knob into her steamy mouth. She pulled his fleshy mushroom from her lips with a pop and checked the oxygen-meter on his finger – which was now very near to her face.

“Looks good,” she said, smiling up at him, his phallus standing proud as she peered into his eyes from the other side of his one-eyed danger-noodle.

He coughed, once more, when he felt his sensitive sex slide across her lips & tongue, heading for her throat. She shoved her face forward and his meat-stick sucker-punched her uvula – before deflecting off of the back of her throat and squeezing into her tight esophagus.

She was sucking him like a fucking Hoover! She swallowed – flexing the muscles of her throat up & down his stiff prick – but it was not enough to wrench an orgasm from him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the suction, the stimulation, and the rush of adrenaline from finding a new lover – but his climax wouldn’t come. He couldn’t cum.

He grabbed her head and shoved his cock a little farther down her throat. He was so close. Her eyes were watering, her nose was running, her makeup was streaking down her cheeks, and yet his orgasm continued to elude him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued to slam her throat onto his constipated cock.

One of the LED lights, above him, started failing. It pulsed rapidly. He closed his eyes and stared up at it – allowing the brightness to flood his eyelids like some sort of monotone disco-ball. His mind flashed back to the image of his sister, that morning, teasing the tip of her forefinger across her hooded clit as she stared into his eyes. Her shaved coochie involuntarily bucked against the digit – trying to increase the exquisite pressure. Her body spasmed.

The mental image of his naughty sister’s willful wanton display finished what Nurse Daniels had started. Adam groaned as his cock finally swelled – and his balls squeezed out their quickly-churned man-butter – dumping his load straight into the woman’s stomach.

As he zipped up and turned to leave the room, he gave one last look back at the naughty nurse. She was lying on the floor – in a puddle of her own oral & vaginal juices – moaning. He locked the door behind himself.

When he returned to class, the instructor was sitting at his desk. His classmates were reading in their textbooks.

The teacher asked, “You saw the nurse?”

“Yeah,” Adam replied, “I gave her some medicine. I think she’s feeling better now.”

~~~ Dick Dickson, Fr. Frank Franks ~~~

The vice principal texted the nurse – to see if they were still on for “lunch” – but she didn’t respond.

Her door was locked but he used his key to enter. She was just coming awake when he peeked around the edge of the screen and found her in her unsated state. She looked up from where she was sprawled on the floor and ordered him to lock the door.

By the time the adulterous administrator had returned, the naughty nurse had rolled onto her back and spread her knees. He was naked in no time. He pulled her damp panties to the side and slid his stiff prick into her grasping gash, moaning loud enough for the secretary in the next room to figure out that the two of them were taking an early ‘lunch break’. The personal assistant reached a finger under her skirt, inside the leg of her panties, and teased it into her now-slick slit. Maybe Dick would give her a little ‘snack’ later this afternoon.

In the nurse’s office, the cold tiles, covering the unyielding concrete, did nothing to cushion her body on the unforgiving floor as the vice principal fucked his meaty cock in & out of her gushing pussy like he was possessed. She hadn’t been fucked this hard since that time she’d gone to confession, admitted her lusty thoughts to the priest, and discovered that that particular confession-booth had a wall that could be slid out of the way.

The randy rector had taken her by the hand and led her to a cot in the adjoining room. There, he received, from her, several Hail Mary’s. Father Franks had been her first. She had gone to that same confessional – week after week – detailing her many sins (but leaving out the ones they shared together). He heard her confession – and personally prescribed her penance – every week for the next year – until, one day, he was suddenly transferred to another parish.

Ms. Daniels’ current lover’s prick was longer than the Father’s – and occasionally bumped nicely up against her uterus – but she was still secretly searching for a man who’s cock was as thick as the priest’s had been. God! She missed him.

~~~ Evan Evans, Eva Evans ~~~

“The principal’s wife must’ve ordered a new butt-plug,” the administrator’s neighbor told his wife as he returned to their porch. The UPS truck was blocking their view of the Dickson’s place and Evan had slipped across the street to peer around the brown vehicle to see why the delivery was taking so long.

“She fucking the UPS guy again?” his spouse asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. Not only did she not bother to take the time to close the front door, she didn’t even get inside of the house before she spread her legs for him. There’s some kind of animal tail hanging out of her ass. She’s naked from the waist down with her knees pressed against the doorframe. Her bulbous butt is lying on the threshold – while the UPS guy is pounding his sperm-spigot into her as fast as he can.”

“Maybe he told her it had to be a quickie? He probably has a lot more housewives to fuck before he finishes his shift,” the woman said, as she removed the last of her clothing.

Her husband was already naked, sitting in their favorite chair, in the warm glow of the morning sun, waiting for his lovely bride to mount his rigid cock. Once her pussy was full of his sweaty meat, she kissed him hard and started writhing on his prodigious prick. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers and palms molested her ample breasts.

A sedan was passing through the neighborhood – no doubt misguided by that fucking Google Maps app – thinking this was the shortest route to the address he’d gotten off of Craig’s List for the lonely housewife. He glanced up at the UPS truck, eased to the right to avoid it, and noticed the retired couple fucking on their front porch. They were really getting into it!

Five hundred feet later, the airbag interrupted his mental-replay of the scene – as his vehicle plowed into the parked car a block down the street. Mrs. Evans continued bouncing up & down on her husband’s greedy cock as flipped her phone open and dialed 9-1-1 to report the accident.

“9-1-1. What’s the nature of your emergency?”

“We’re fucking on the front porch. Some guy saw us and wrecked. Must not be from our neighborhood. We do this every day. He’s gonna need an ambulance, sweetie.”

Without bothering to close the phone, she threw it back onto the small table, nearly spilling their sweet teas.

“Aw, fuck, baby. You’re so hard today!” she growled at her husband.

“I’m gonna have to get you one of those animal tail butt-plug things,” he moaned, his release approaching quickly.

His spouse kissed him hard, once again, and used her talented twat to twist & tease his tense truncheon.

~~~ Gary Gray, Gray Gray ~~~

“They fuck every day?” the 911 operator thought to herself. “I’m lucky if Gary fucks me once a week anymore – and he only wants my ass now. I seriously think I’m losing him to one of his fucking football buddies.”

Gray put in the request for the ambulance – giving the GPS coordinates from the phone that was still transmitting the sexy sounds from the exhibitionists who had caused the accident. It sounded like they were cumming at the same time.

As soon as this call was over, the operator told herself that she was headed to the little girl’s room to masturbate.

~~~ Harper Harper, Hunter Hunter ~~~

“We’ve got a call,” Harper Harper said as her coworker continued to stroke his slick shaft in & out of her trembling pussy.

“Let Irwin and Ireland take it,” he replied. “I’m about two minutes from nutting in you. Those two jerk-offs can do a little work for once; we’re busy.”

The ambulance driver grabbed her partner’s face and pulled his mouth back to her areolas and nipples – where they belonged. She’d already cum once and was looking forward to the next one being a really big one. She always came hard when she felt the fiery heat of Hunter’s spunk splashing against her womb. Harper was hoping the pills had had enough time to kick in; the last thing she needed was to get pregnant again. She was already paying the babysitter half of her salary to watch the kids she had now.

~~~ Joyce Joyce, Harry Harper ~~~

The babysitter had gotten to the house about an hour before the school bus should be arriving. She was sure that would give them more than enough time. She let herself in and found the ambulance driver’s husband sprawled, naked, on his marriage bed – waiting for his sexy little señorita to collect the bonus he’d been saving for her all week.

Joyce scrambled over, settled her already-moist crotch onto his outstretched palm, and leaned over the edge of the bed to greet him properly – with her lips.

As they said hello to one another, he reached his other hand up and pinched her stiff nipples.

Once they separated, he gazed at her lustfully as she quickly shed her clothing and crawled onto the bed with him. Joyce paused long enough to give his cock-knob a quick suck and tongue-tip flip – before climbing his body like it was Mount Everest.

Mr. Harper shoved his ice-screw into her clenching cleft and grabbed onto her body so they could ascend together. Within minutes, the two of them were screaming each other’s names as they reached their climax simultaneously and vocalized their triumph for the world to hear.

~~~ Kelly ~~~

The cheating husband and the babysitter were so loud that the dog walker, passing by, heard them over the music coming from her ear-buds. Kelly’s pussy twitched when she pulled one headphone out of her ear and heard the two lovers working each other up for a second round.

Her boyfriend was on vacation for another week. Kelly was really looking forward to him getting back. She’d gotten a Charlie horse in her hand, the night before, trying to get herself off with her fingers. As soon as she returned these two pooches, she was headed to the sex-shop to buy a dildo. Online delivery was usually fast, but she was going to need something tonight. Her pussy was ravenous!

~~~ Leigh Lee, Manford Mansford ~~~

The girl at the sex-shop looked down at the $100 bill the guy had just laid on the counter before disappearing back into Room 4 – one of the private theatre rooms.

“I really need to stop doing this shit,” Leigh told herself, before digging the “Back in a Bit” sign out from under the counter, and standing it up next to the cash-register.

She peeled her panties off and put them on the shelf where the sign had been. She cussed her treacherous twat. It was already salivating in anticipation of being filled with some stranger’s cock.

“God, I’m such a slut!” she thought, as she pulled the curtain aside, to step into the tiny room.

~~~

The dog walker had been browsing through the dildos for several minutes before the sex-shop employee came out of the restroom.

The young worker had ducked behind the counter and returned without the antiperspirant that had been in her hand. Now it looked like she was pulling a pair of panties on.

“Can I help you find anything?” the girl asked, finally stepping over.

Kelly fumbled over her words. “I … uh … it’s my first time … ack! … first time coming … shit!”

“It’s alright,” the young woman told her, “tell me what you’re after. No judgement here. I just fucked some guy in the back that I’ve never met before because he threw $100 on the counter.”

“Fuck!” the dog walker gasped. “That’s more than I make all day, walking dogs.”

“You can’t get an STD walking a dog, though. Well …” she smirked.

The dog walker laughed.

“Sorry,” the employee said, “you get a little perverted after you’ve worked here long enough.”

“How long have you worked here?” the pooch-girl asked.

“It’s my first day,” the employee replied, winking.

They both laughed until there were tears in their eyes.

“Fuck! I think I love you,” Kelly told the employee. That got her a weird look.

“Buy this double-headed monster and I’ll give you my address. I get off in an hour,” the store employee offered.

“I have a boyfriend,” the dog-walker whispered.

“You can bring him over if you want,” she told the customer, “but guys pay cash. Cute girls, though …”

Embarrassed and excited at the same time, the Rover girl grabbed the red translucent double-dong before she could change her mind, and headed for the counter.

On the way to the cash register to check her out – well – she’d already “checked her out” but … “When did UPS stop in?” she thought, spotting the box by the front door.

~~~ Nelson Nelson ~~~

The UPS guy was across the street – at the car dealership. He, currently, had the business manager’s secretary face-down on the office copier. The lid was open and her visage (and bared chest) was pressed against the glass as he shoved the package she had special-ordered in & out of her tight fuck-hole.

He hit the Copy button as she climaxed and her pussy squirted all over his legs & trousers.

“Fuck!” Nelson thought. “I’m running out of spare pants. I’m gonna have to go to the uniform shop and buy some more. There’s too many fucking squirters on my route!”

He grabbed the print-out of her O-face, pulled his pants up, swatted her on the ass hard enough to leave a print that would last until he saw her again, and peeked around to steal a kiss before he snuck out to continue his deliveries.

The secretary took another ten minutes to recover. Her boss never noticed. He was still finishing his movie in Room 4, across the street.

~~~ Owen Owens, Peter Peters ~~~

Out on the lot, Manny Manford’s most productive employee was trying to sell the expensive convertible that had been sitting on the lot all summer. The dealership wanted it gone ASAP.

Owen Owens liked bimbo-porn but he’d never actually seen a person he’d thought had been “bimbofied” – until today. This woman was dumber than shit. Owen could barely hold a conversation with her handler because of her incessant simpering.

The prospective customer finally said, “Look, Owen. I want this car so I can drive down the highway while she sucks my dick. You let us test it out and, if there are no problems, I pay cash – today.”

“If you’re going on the interstate, I need to ride along; company rules,” the salesman responded.

“Fine with me,” Peter said. “You can fuck her ass while she sucks me off, for all I care; no pussy, though.”

The salesman looked around to see if anybody had been standing close enough to hear the conversation; he didn’t see anyone.

“I’ll get the keys,” he said, hurrying off to track them down.

Ten minutes later, the three of them were racing down the interstate, performing the weirdest spit-roast the salesman could have ever imagined. The bimbo was face-down in her owner’s lap. Mr. Peters had the cruise set and was leaning his back against the driver’s door, occasionally glancing at the road. The bimbo’s feet were tucked under the salesman’s ass.

Said salesman was gripping her hips by hanging onto the hem of her plaid micro-skirt. He was slamming her oversized posterior (and her surprisingly-tight shit-hole) down onto his aching prick. His pants had flown out of the car as they had pulled onto the interstate. He would worry about that problem when he got back to the office. Right now, he was about 30 seconds from filling this bimbo’s fudge-factory with a load of cream-filling.

Cruising along at ten miles an hour below the posted speed-limit, a line of traffic was backed up behind them, waiting for the chance to squeeze around. Unfortunately, every time a vehicle pulled up next to the convertible, it slowed down – usually long enough for several photos to be taken.

One semi driver yanked the pull-cord for his air-horn – long & hard – to show his appreciation for the show.

The bimbo got startled and gasped, sucking her master’s dick farther into her throat than it had ever been. At that point, his testicles were actually inside of her mouth. She struggled to breathe, and her throat constricted – trying to eject the intruding rod (and tackle). The stimulation set her man off and he shot rope after rope of salty spunk down her gullet. He shoved her face off just before she passed out.

As she struggled, her other orifices had constricted as well. The car salesman held her hefty hiney hard against his lap as his pocket rocket shot glob after glob of cock-snot into the bimbo’s backside.

~~~ Queenie Quinn, Gwen Quinn ~~~

The semi driver’s wife was busy. She’d come home early from her second job and caught their middle daughter fucking some loser on the couch in the front room. She had wondered why the little slut smelled like weed all the time these days.

Queenie didn’t even give the unlucky male time to get dressed before she grabbed him by his dreadlocks and flung him down the stairs. Fortunately for him, he was pretty relaxed as he made his disheveled descent. He probably wouldn’t be too fucked up when he woke up from being fucked up – you know – the trip he took while he was trippin’.

Meanwhile, Queenie stalked into the kitchen, grabbed the biggest wooden spoon she had, and headed back to the front room to remind her daughter that she was still living in their home without contributing a fucking thing.

Her daughter, Gwen, realizing she was in trouble (once again), climbed out the window in her room, planning to use the trellis as a ladder – like always. She leaned back, however, when her mother swung at her with the spoon, lost her balance, and fell the rest of the way to the ground. She didn’t seem to be moving.

Her mother threw the spoon at her and went to call 911.

~~~

The ambulance team was just getting their clothes back on after their marathon fuck-session. Harper had cum four times – a new personal best. Hunter had flooded her pussy twice. She prayed, once again, that the pill did its job.

They were the closest to the fall-victim’s location so they hit the cherries & berries and headed that way.

Five minutes later, they opened the front door of the apartment building and – finding the unconscious pothead – retrieved the gurney from the vehicle, loaded him up, and headed to the hospital.

“I thought dispatch said it was a female,” Harper said, as they took off.

“Beats the fuck out of me,” her partner replied. “Those fuckers are always having fucking food-days and shit. I don’t think I’ve ever heard half of them on the radio. God only knows what they do in that office.”

~~~ Robin Robins ~~~

The bruised blonde woke up, laying in the grass, as the ambulance pulled away, carrying her late lover. She found the spoon lying beside her, reared back, and flung it at the upstairs apartment. She would have sworn it barely touched the glass – but the window shattered. She was sure she could hear her mother stomping down the stairs. She ran for it.

Her friend, Robin, lived around the corner. In her state of terror, that was the only place she could think of to seek refuge.

Gwen always had the weirdest dreams when she slept at Robin’s. Her pussy was always wet when she woke up there.

~~~ Steven Stevens ~~~

Queenie ripped open the front door and leapt over the steps, landing on the sidewalk. The skateboarder was too close to stop in time and veered into the street to avoid colliding with her. Instead, he collided with an Uber driver’s rear quarter-panel. The driver never noticed; his eyes were on the rear-view mirror – and his back seat – where two college coeds were eating each other out as he drove them across town. He desperately wanted to film it but he was using his phone as a GPS.

“Fuck it,” he thought, “they’re never gonna know if I take the right route anyway.”

Steven grabbed his phone, aimed it over his shoulder, and hit ‘Record’.

~~~ Tucker Tucker, Trent Trent ~~~

Tucker’s heart was beating a million miles an hour! He careened off of the Uber driver’s car, nearly biffed it in front of a garbage truck, and ended up in the alley across the street.

Two homeless people were fucking in a cardboard box. The scent of unwashed bodies wafted his way and he nearly hurled before he jumped back onto his board and hot-footed it out of there.

He rounded the block, ran up the stairs to his apartment, and found the light on above the door – which meant his mom had a “customer”.

He stepped past his door and headed up the next flight of stairs and to see his buddy, Trent. He texted his mom and told her to let him know when she was done earning the rent money.

~~~~ Tuti Tucker ~~~

His mom didn’t even hear the notification on her phone. She was desperately hoping that the five NFL linebackers, that were currently sharing her body, were going to show their appreciation for her enthusiastic attention – in the most monetary of fashions.

The five men had been at it for an hour already. Every hole Mrs. Tucker had was sore. She wasn’t sure how many days she was going to be laid up. She just hoped it would be worth it.

She’d have to call the diner after they left; there was no way she’d be able to spend four hours on her feet after this long on her back.

~~~ Uri Urie, Vaughn Vaughn ~~~

Tuti’s coworker, Uri, wasn’t on her feet; she was on her knees, under the table, servicing a very special customer. Mr. Vaughn came in every Friday and – without fail – left Uri a 100% tip.

Vaughn was giving Tuti another tip right now. Well, actually, he wasn’t just giving her the tip – she was getting the whole damned thing.

~~~

The guy sitting alone in the booth was trying to decide whether or not he should just propose to Uri, his favorite waitress. Neither of them was getting any younger and he didn’t have anybody else. She was the only one who paid him any attention. Vaughn did his best to make sure she knew he appreciated it. Right now, he appreciated the fact that his balls were resting against her chin as she fellated his prick like she was trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

A few minutes later, the waitress choked as the phallus in her mouth convulsed and a golf-ball sized wad of jizz squeezed down her throat.

She sucked him clean, zipped him up, and crawled out from under the table to slide into the seat next to him.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

“I’ll have to ask my husband,” she replied.

He chortled at her response – until he realized she was serious.

~~~ Url Urie ~~

The cook watched the waitress crawl out from under the table. She had looked at him, pointedly, as she wiped the last of Mr. Vaughn’s spend from the corner of her mouth and licked it off of her finger. He reached down and touched himself – already knowing the cock-cage was there. He was desperately hoping that she’d remove the thing and finally let him cum tonight. Url didn’t even care if he got to cum in her or on her. It had been a month; he needed to ejaculate so badly he was getting migraines.

The cook looked up at the TV. The midday news was on. It looked like the weather girl was having trouble delivering the forecast.

~~~ Xavier Xavier, Whitney Whitney ~~~

The young meteorologist was struggling.

The interns had all gone out for drinks the night before. Everybody’d gotten a little trashed and they’d played Truth or Dare. Whitney Whitney had taken ‘Dare’. The slut from the news-desk had lined up the males, spun a bottle, and randomly picked the second victim for the weather girl’s challenge.

At the moment, the thin, perky blonde was being filmed only from the waist up. One of the more concerned interns had gone so far as to pull a screen in front of the young woman – to make sure that the viewers at home didn’t get a glimpse of what was truly going on as the struggling intern stuttered and stammered through the forecast.

Behind the screen, the weather-woman was bare-ass naked from the waist down. The other intern who had been roped into this deal, Xavier, had his mouth covering the girl’s mons and clitoral hood. He was sucking and gnawing on her like it was the juiciest peach. While Whitney tried to talk about temperatures and fronts, Xavier was doing his best to make the temperature of the blonde’s front spike into Code Red numbers.

The filming-coordinator smashed the button – to switch cameras back to the news desk – just as the poor girl threw her fistful of papers into the air, grabbed the head of her coworker, and rode his face (and talented tongue) to the floor.

The unfortunate young man might, later, need to be evaluated for a concussion – but the diligent lad stayed on-task. By the time he had given the foxy forecaster her third orgasm, she had decided she was marrying him. Her mother would likely make some stupid comments about whether or not he was an illegal – but this boy had a golden tongue and Whitney was not about to let him go.

~~~ Enrique Enriquez, Whinny Whitney, Whit Whitney ~~~

Whitney’s mother was watching the midday report but completely missed the frantic camera-work. She was, currently, riding the pool boy, Enrique Enriquez, like he was an untamed stallion – galloping across the western plains.

The young man was groping Whinny’s massive mammaries as she fucked the shit out of the horse-cock. Mrs. Whitney had discovered his sizeable schlong when she’d walked out of the house, naked, while he was going about his regular duties. Suddenly her handy helper had erected a fucking circus tent in his shorts. Enrique’s bitchy boss decided she wanted to be front and center for the main event.

Enrique’s employer was in the habit of saying all manner of unkind things to him – and continually gave him nasty looks. However, as soon as the wanton woman had seen his monstrous member, she had yanked his shorts & boxers down and shoved her foul mouth onto the beast.

She had sucked the lad’s third leg until it was painfully erect. She had, then, picked the young man up, carried him to a pool-lounger, laid him upon it like a Mayan sacrifice – and mounted him – shoving his offering deep into her sacred place.

The boy was still amazed at the fact that his miserable mistress hadn’t even gawped when she’d seen the size of his ponderous prick. When most women saw it, they shrank away in fear; the look in her eyes had been unadulterated lust.

At that moment, the woman’s husband, Whit Whitney, walked out of the house. He had come home for lunch and, finding no one inside, stepped through the patio doors to discover his wife fucking the hired help.

Mr. Whitney removed his pants & briefs and stepped across the head of the chair (and its occupant’s head). The poor pool-boy closed his eyes – trying to unsee the boss’ ass-crack – as the man presented his needy fuck-nozzle to his spouse for some oral attention. She tried to accommodate him but she was too busy bouncing.

The problem was quickly rectified. The weathergirl’s father offered his bride his hand and she stood. The pool boy got to his feet as well. The tyrannical temptress took the young man’s place on the lawn-chair, laying it all the way back.

The loving wife’s gullet was soon busy swallowing her husband’s goad, as his goodies bounced against her nose. Meanwhile, the pool boy was preoccupied with pistoning his massive manhood into her tenacious twat.

The powerfully proportioned hired-hand – who had to use two hands just to masturbate – had finally found a pussy big enough to handle his horse-rod. He hammered her twat hard enough to make M.C. Hammer proud – and he wasn’t stopping until he came at least twice; it was hammer time!

~~~ Walter Walters ~~~

The nasty news intern who had made the life-changing dare was seething. She’d intended to embarrass the innocent little twat-faced forecaster but the whole news-crew was busy celebrating her gushing proposal to the caramel-colored camera-man.

She stomped off to her dressing room. As she went, she shouldered the make-up artist out of the way, throwing him into some rigging. His boyfriend, Walter Walters, helped him up, making sure he was okay.

The two of them headed to HR to make sure the hateful bitch was gone by the end of the day; nobody needed to put up with that kind of drama on the job. On the way through the building, the enraged boyfriend caught one of the prop-boys’ collars and whispered something in his ear. The young man’s look turned violent and he nodded, heading for the parking lot.

~~~ Vicki Vick ~~~

By the time the nasty newscaster left the building, she had four flat tires. She called AAA and then bitched about the estimate for how long it would take roadside assistance to get to her. Vicki Vick turned – to go back inside – and found that her keycard no longer worked.

She waited by the exit, expecting someone to come out so she could catch the door – but no one came. She looked up, noticed a security camera covering the entrance, and flipped the bird at the device.

~~~ Zachary Zachary ~~~

In the security office, Zachary Zachary was busy posting a fake social media account under the bitch’s name. He added the image of her flipping the world off as the profile picture.

Within minutes, the offers to give her the “merciless ass-fucking”, that she had begged for in the account’s virgin post, started pouring into her phone.

She deleted them all – all except the one from the guy who had a dick that looked like a hockey-stick. She’d need to see if that one was legit.

~~~ Abe Abrams, Brad Bradley ~~~

The AAA driver was currently at the tire store. There was only one register open. There were like a hundred people in line. Abe phoned his boss – to tell him he was going to be delayed. His boss told him to stick it out. He informed him that the woman on the phone had been a complete twat and that there wasn’t much they could do – since she needed four new tires. His boss had commented that it was pretty obvious that the mouthy cunt had pissed somebody off and gotten a little visit from karma.

In the manager’s office, Brad Bradley, was “interviewing” the new cashier. She was going to fit in well. He would put her out front just as soon as she was finished licking his cock clean.

He thought about the girl she was replacing. “That twat was always calling in sick. I’ll text her and tell her she’s fired. I knew – when she fucked up her interview – I should have never hired her. Curse my damned itty-bitty-titty fetish!”

He reached down and thumbed the new girl’s nipple. Her breasts were larger than he normally liked – but she had nipples you could fit a 9/16 socket onto! (The socket was still sitting on his desk.)

~~~ Carli Carl, Greg Gregory ~~~

Carli Carl’s nipples were her boyfriend’s favorite part of her anatomy as well. She wouldn’t even be applying for this stupid job if he’d quit getting fired. If he’d quit sexting his coworkers, maybe he could keep a job. Some girls might like that shit but most of them were going to go straight to HR.

Just because Greg had a penis that was shaped like a hockey stick, that didn’t mean he could go sending pictures of it to every girl he met!

~~~ Denny Dennison, Eden Edens, Foster Foster ~~~

The manager walked the new girl out to the cash register and helped her get signed-in. He, then, headed to another check-out and started helping eliminate the backlog of customers.

When he saw his brother-in-law, Abe Abrams, who worked for AAA, step up, he fist-bumped him.

After finding out what tires Abe needed, Brad confirmed that they had four of them in-stock and placed the order, charging the corporate account.

A few minutes later, Denny Dennison walked through the warehouse doors, rolling all four shiny new tires in front of him. Once the two of them had gotten the tires (and his brother-in-law) on the road, the manager asked Denny where the other warehouse worker was. The cagey shit shrugged his shoulders at him.

Bradley headed into the back to find the worthless fucker with a blunt between his lips and his blunt between the lips of his girlfriend. “Break-time’s over, shithead,” Mr. Bradley told him, taking the cigarette out of his hand, throwing it to the floor, and stomping it into oblivion.

The brainless bimbo looked up at him with her boyfriend’s schlong still stuffed in her face.

“You have two minutes to be gone from here or I’m firing your worthless boyfriend and interviewing you for the job,” he told her.

“Interview?” she asked, pulling her mouth off of the barrel of the half-cocked Glock.

The manager unzipped his fly and fished out his Chief Hiring Assistant.

The half-lit harlot shoved her boyfriend, Foster, to the floor.

The store manager stepped over, into his place, and started his second interview of the day.

“If she can get me to cum again this fast, I might just have a permanent position for her on my staff,” he thought to himself.

Her face had lit up when she saw the size of his twat-rocker.

As he watched the girl’s mouth engulf his tired tool and she pulled the crotch of her Hello Kitty panties to the side and slid her fingertip up and down her slippery, sexy slit, he felt his tire-gauge begin to reflate.

Eden’s eyes filled with lusty desire as she saw the effect her salacious self-pleasure was having on the man. When his cock twitched in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head – teasing, touching, and tasting. The man groaned and his nice-sized prick became an even nicer size. Eden Edens thought she might be in love.

As she continued to fellate the businessman, her own moans were rising to a level to compete with his.

She could tell – when she had begun – that he had cum recently. That didn’t matter to her. She and her twin brother had practiced together for years. Unless this man was dramatically different than her sex-crazed sibling, she could probably get him to cum four times in the same night.

The manager put both of his hands on the applicant’s head and moaned; she moaned as well and – with his prick buried in her mouth & throat – the vibrations called to his exhausted cock & balls – like a schoolyard chum exhorting his buddy to join his team for a quick pick-up game.

The woman reached between his legs and gently teased his scrotum; his testes signaled that the production-day was coming to a close – and she had earned a hefty reward.

“Gaaawwwddd!” Brad growled, as his climax signaled its imminent return.

The blonde hefted his jewels, once more, gently caressing them – just before she took what he offered – and a earned a permanent spot on the manager’s staff.

Once he’d finished pumping his load down her throat – and she licked him clean – he dragged her off to his office.

Mr. Bradley informed the Ms. Edens that she had a job. He further informed her that, if she could suck him to hardness – and get him to orgasm in her twat – he would buy her an engagement ring.

The rest of the employees had clocked out and gone home before Eden got the job done but, by that evening, she was betrothed.

~~~ Foxi Foster ~~~

During his girlfriend’s interview with his former manager, Foster had managed to pick himself up off of the floor and to find his phone. He texted his sister, Foxi, to come get him. It took her a couple hours – since she had to finish her classes – but she pulled up to find him sleeping in a bush.

“Where’s Eden?” she asked him. “I thought she was coming to get you.”

“The manager has her cumming. He’s packing her and sent me packing,” he reported, glumly.

“You could fuck up a wet dream,” his sibling told him.

He didn’t tell her that he’d done that more than once. He’d dreamed he was enjoying the best blowjob of his life and woke up with his dick in his own mouth.

“Nothing good can cum of that,” he thought, keeping the memory to himself.

~~~

Foxi glanced at her phone when it pinged. It was her roommate. Apparently, she had just had the best day of her life – that started out as the worst. She’d had four orgasms in a crowded television studio – and proposed to the guy who’d given them to her.

She looked over at her brother. The best thing the fucker had going for him was his girlfriend. Based on the rambling story she’d gotten from him before he passed out, she was gone – probably forever.

Foxi dumped her sibling off at their mom’s and headed back to work.

~~~

Vicki was leaning against the hood of her car, waiting for the fucking AAA guy to show up. He was already a half-hour later than the estimate – and AAA wasn’t answering her calls anymore.

She flipped back through her messages, deleting more offers for brutal anal sex – supposedly because of something she had posted on a social-media account.

She found the picture of the hockey-stick cock and, nibbling her lower-lip, texted him back.

~~~ Victoria Vick ~~~

Naked, in a convertible, with two cocks still stuffed inside of her already-overloaded mouth and ass, the nasty news-girl’s mother, Victoria Vick, was having the time of her life. She groped her rigid DDDD professional-crafted breasts and cooed around her master’s sloppy cock.

The car salesman had already dumped a massive load in her emergency exit but he was still slamming her pelvis against his groin.

“Smack her ass again,” Mr. Peters hollered over at the salesman. “She tightens up her throat when you do that and I’m close to cumming again.”

Peters glanced over at the traffic stop on the shoulder as they passed – just as the salesman smacked the fuck out of the bimbo’s gluteus-maximus.

~~~ Hamilton Hamilton ~~~

The police officer’s pants and boxers were around his ankles. The pretty little college coed that he’d stopped had been driving a little erratically – and speeding.

When he asked her if she’d been drinking, she offered to take a Breath-a-lizer test.

Hamilton’s Breath-a-lizer was currently getting tested. It was gonna be in prime condition by the time this girl was done with it. He might need to get her number and double-check the results again later. Hopefully they could meet at her place; his situation was “complicated”.

~~~ Ami Hamilton, Isaac Isaacs ~~~

The police officer’s wife was currently bent over the back of the wrap-around sofa. A college kid in a ski-mask had his cock buried in her pussy. He wasn’t moving his hips. He wasn’t moving at all. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried not to dump his load inside his neighbor’s cozy cunt.

“I should have sucked him off first,” Mrs. Hamilton thought to herself.

She released the knot in her fist and started unwrapping the piece of rope that she’d twisted around her wrists to simulate being tied up. She pulled the gag out of her mouth and told him, “Step back, honey. I’ll suck you off and we’ll start again.”

Isaac had turned 18 last month and she’d just now convinced him to fuck her. Technically, he was no longer a virgin but she was desperate to see & hear his reaction the first time he nutted inside of her.

Young Mr. Isaacs groaned as he pulled his slick willy from the neighbor’s perfect pussy. The stimulation had been so unlike his hand that he’d almost cum on the initial penetration. His head was buzzing from the massive sensory overload her body had given him.

The woman stood up, laid the stage-prop of a rope on the back of the couch, dropped to her knees, and inhaled his sizeable schlong. He put his hands on the top of her head to keep from falling over. He seriously thought he was about to pass out.

The officer’s wife pulled her lips off the boy’s cock with a pop. She took his hand, walked him around to the front, sat him down, and knelt before him to worship his inexperienced cock.

She’d fucked his dad once, during a block party. She had hoped the boy would inherit the man’s size and girth. So far, at least, the boy’s cock was more slender – but it was also longer. Ami Hamilton was pretty sure she could get it to brush against her womb if she fucked him hard enough. Her husband’s “nightstick” never got close.

It had taken a month to get the shy boy to start coming over, regularly, to help her with tasks. This was the boy’s maiden-voyage into manhood. Ami was doing everything she could to make sure this adorable little puppy-dog was addicted to her and her frisky fissure. Her husband got enough traffic-stop action that he never wanted sex when he got home. When he did, he finished in seconds.

“Fuck!” she thought, “It’s the boy’s first time and he’s already lasted longer than my pathetic spouse.”

“Put your hands back on top of my head, honey. Use my mouth,” she told the student. “I’m about to blow your mind.”

Once she had emptied his testes and he had recuperated, she planned to help the Theatre student with his acting. He would act like he was taking her against her will and she would act like she wasn’t loving it.

“Acting is a skill,” she thought. “Skills take practice – and I intend to spend a lot of time helping Isaac practice.”

As his fingers twined into her hair, she buried her nose in his sweaty pubes and shoved his perfect penis into her hungry throat. The boy nearly whined as his load started jetting down her esophagus. She swallowed gain and again and the muscles in her neck stroked and milked his sensitive prick. He gasped and gripped her hair more tightly. She smiled around his intruding rod.

~~~ Sara Isaacs ~~~

The boy’s mother stood in front of the first floor apartment, peering through the window-screen, as her son gripped the neighbor’s head. Based on the expression on his face, he was currently dumping his load down the woman’s throat.

“Lucky bitch,” she thought.

She’d tried to cozy up to the boy as well but he’d showed no interest in his mother. Her attempts hadn’t been quite as aggressive as the neighbor’s – but Isaac had never responded to any of her advances.

His loser of a father had run off with his secretary five weeks ago – and it’d been a month (or four) since she’d had a cock shoved inside of her. “Too bad that priest isn’t still around,” Mrs. Isaacs thought. “I could use a good confession.”

She slid her hand down the waistband of her leggings and rubbed her coochie while the neighbor lady laid down on the couch and Sara’s son climbed on top of the naked woman.

This was her first time seeing his adult cock; it was beautiful. The leggings were in the way and she peeled them down to her knees so they’d be out of the way. She gasped as she shoved two fingers into her leaking twat, imagining that it was her son’s dick.

As she continued to watch the two of them, she timed the thrusts of her fingers with the motion of her son’s hips as he fucked his prick in & out of the neighbor’s cunt.

“Fucking whore,” she muttered jealously. “She’s fucking my fucking son.”

A patrol car stopped at the intersection to wait for the light to change.

~~~ Carl Carl ~~~

“There’s some woman standing in front of Hamilton’s apartment,” the passenger reported to his partner, pointing.

He looked over to see the half-naked woman spanking her monkey.

“Lesbo, you think?” the driver asked.

“Ain’t she got a kid that just started college?” the passenger asked.

“Yeah,” Jacob Jacobs replied. “You think Hamilton’s wife is fucking the boy?”

“If I treated my wife the way he treats her, I know my old lady would be looking for somebody else. She hasn’t divorced him yet – even though she’s busted him more than once.”

“Yeah – she’s fucking the neighbor,” the driver agreed.

“Mom seems to be enjoying the show, his partner laughed.

The light changed and they pulled away.

“You wanna go see if she needs assistance?” his buddy asked, laughing.

“Fuck no!” he replied. “I wouldn’t fuck THAT pussy with YOUR dick. Before her old man split, he had more diseases than the CDC.”

Carl Carl pulled out his phone and texted his little sister, “Get the job at the tire store?”

The response was in the affirmative – with some emojis that suggested that the interview had been “interactive”.

~~~ Carli Carl, Kelly Clark ~~~

Carli smiled at the text from her brother. He was always trying to look after her. She loved him.

Actually, it was more than love – well – more than sisterly love anyway. She’d never gotten the guts to tell him, though.

When she’d been on her knees, during the interview, it was her brother’s cock that she had imagined that she was sucking.

The tire-store manager wasn’t ugly, but he didn’t do anything for her. She was glad the other bitch had come along an hour later and distracted him. She’d been worried that he’d want to interview her again. She needed the job – but she didn’t want to have to keep the boss happy all of the time.

If the rumors were true, he should now be removed from the picture. Well – at least for a while – maybe? She just hoped the new “office secretary” kept the lecherous fucker away from her.

It was hard enough pretending like she was enjoying their time together until she’d gotten the idea to imagine that it was her brother’s stiff prick that was battering the back of her throat. Once she’d fixed a picture of Carl in her head, she’d grabbed the manager’s ass and fucked his sticky stick down her throat like she was in a hotdog-eating contest. He hadn’t last long after that.

“Thank God!” she thought to herself.

Carli let herself into the apartment, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and headed for her room.

As she passed her roomie’s bedroom, she heard sounds that told her that the sex-shop employee was busy.

She eased the door open and found Leigh and some other girl on the bed with a double-headed dildo joining their pussies together.

She stood at the door and watched for a couple minutes. The sights and sounds had her horny and she reached between her legs to tease a fingertip along her labia majora.

She undid the fly on her jeans and snaked her hand down her pants. Her knees buckled a little as she eased the digit into her salty cleft. She accidently bumped the doorknob; Leigh heard the noise.

“Get in here, Carli,” her roommate called to her. “Get your clothes off. I found a new friend.”

The dog-walker opened her eyes and looked over at the blue-eyed blonde in the doorway with her hand down her pants. A wave of lust coursed through her body. She growled like a panther who’d just brought down a fresh kill.

The tire-store girl pushed the door open, stripped her clothes off, and mounted her roommate’s face.

She smiled at the new girl and pursed her lips, begging a kiss from the cute lass. The sexy little slut wrapped her in a hug and started trying to suck the breath from her lungs through her mouth.

“Air is for pussies,” she thought, when her chest complained that she was out of oxygen. She never wanted their kiss to end.

When the girl finally released their lip-lock, she clasped the girl’s face in her palms, raised her head, and started devouring her tender neck.

“God! Fucking! Damn!” the pooch-sitter gasped as the new girl mauled the front of her throat. Kelly was pretty sure the girl was going to leave the biggest hickey on her neck and she loved that thought.

She wondered what her dad, the History teacher, would think of her getting a hickey from a girl.

~~~

The bell rang and students gathered their things to file out of the room.

Once he was the only one in the room, he rolled his chair back from the desk.

The college coed beneath the heavy school desk crawled out, making sure to maintain the suction on the History teacher’s hefty shaft. Her tongue snaked out, around his rod, to tease his testicles. He sighed in bliss.

“I’ve never understood how you do that, Ada,” he told his former student.

She’d been sneaking under his desk for years now. It had started as an attempt at grade-fixing. They’d each quickly become addicted to their dangerous liaisons.

“What time’s your next class?” he asked her.

Her mouth was still busy, so she held up a finger – one o’clock.

“As much as I love your talented mouth on my dick,” he told her, “I’d love it even more if I could fuck that tight pussy of yours before you go.”

Ada gave his tasty truncheon one last hard suck and then pulled her lips off with a “pop”.

Holding his pants up to keep from tripping over them, the History teacher hurried over to lock the classroom door and pull the blind.

“Your brother banged his head against the hallway wall this morning, standing in front of his locker,” he told his lover as he cleared the top of his desk so she could lay on it. “You may want to check on him when he gets home.”

The blonde coed unbuttoned the translucent men’s dress shirt that she was wearing, spread it open, and pulled her lacey black bra up to bare her breasts for her former instructor. She pulled her tight, plaid mini-skirt up, bunching it around her waist – exposing her panty-less pussy to the professor.

He growled as he saw that she’d shaved it clean. He dropped to his knees to shove his mouth onto the tender morsel – flicking his tongue up & down her honey-flavored slit. He took one last second to suck her clit and then stood to his feet, throwing his pants & boxers to his ankles.

The college student gasped with glee as her long-time lover plowed powerfully into her ravenous pussy. She wondered if she should admit to him that she’d stopped taking the pill. She wanted to have his baby.

She moaned and keened as her favorite teacher fucked her like a $5 whore.

Once her belly was fat with this man’s baby, she could finally – at long last – fuck her brother.

Ada wanted to ride Adam’s prick so badly! Their little exchange in the bathroom, this morning, had fueled her desire to fulfill her incestuous fantasy even more than before. She wanted to feel her brother’s penis sliding in and out of her clenching channel. She wanted to use the tricks she’d learned to wrench a huge load from his cock – like the one he’d sprayed on the shower door before he’d left for school. She’d never had time to clean it up. His milky, sticky spunk was still there now. She had no doubt that his seed was potent – dangerous. She couldn’t take a chance on fucking her brother until she’d gotten Mr. Clark to knock her up.

~~~ The End ~~~