tagIncest/TabooThree's A Crowd Ch. 10

Three's A Crowd Ch. 10

"Will you, Norman, have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others keep thee only unto her so long as you both shall live?"

"I will."

"I wonder if he realises what he's getting into?" Danny hisses excitedly.

"For God's sake, Danny! Shut the fuck up!"

Mt words echo around the church like a gunshot. Everyone in the congregation turns as one and stared at me. My father moves as if to leave Mel's side to come and deal to his errant son, but Mel holds onto his arm and stops him. My mother is crying.

It started off, like most things between Mel and Danny, as a challenge.

"I bet you wouldn't dare to get underneath us again while Joel and I are having sex in the doggie position!" she taunted.

Of course, Danny was going to do it! There was no way he would give in to Mel on anything like that. Besides, I had a sneaking feeling that Danny got really turned on by watching my tool sliding in and out of my sister's pussy.

Having got him there, Mel's next challenge was: "I bet you're too chicken to lick my clitoris while Joel is making love to me!"

Now this was a bit more daunting, for both Danny and myself. I did not want him licking my dick any more than he wanted to lick it! No matter how accidental it might be! But, again, the combative nature of Danny's relationship with Mel won out and he raised his head from the grass to find the target area.

Just to make sure that my dick would be well out of the way, and my balls would not come near Danny either, I shifted my position behind Mel so that only half of my shaft was inside her. As well as that, I didn't thrust into her as deep as I had been previously.

Everything seemed to go all right for a minute or two, when Mel suddenly sucked in a sharp breath and hissed, "Oooooh! Stop for a minute, Joel, I've got to pee!"

I heard Danny mumble something about Mel not having the guts to see it through. Which of course got Mel's dander up and caused her to tell me not to bother stopping, but to carry on. A minute or two later, Mel visibly relaxed and muttered that her need to pee had gone away.

Since I was avoiding Danny and not pushing as deep into Mel as I would normally, the head of my cock was only moving back and forth by about half or maybe an inch at most. And because of my position, my shaft seemed to be somewhat bent, exerting unusual pressure inside Mel's sheath a short distance in from her pelvic bone. It wasn't uncomfortable for me, but not the way I customarily liked to feel myself inside her.

Mel unexpectedly let out a hoarse moan and muttered, "Oh yes, Joel, just there!"

A few seconds later, she said it again, but this time with a good deal more urgency in her voice. Even Danny noticed something unusual in her tone and stopped trying to lick her and let his head fall back to the grass.

Mel started 'growling' softly in her throat and bearing down even more on my shaft so that I was now moving no more than a quarter of an inch at a time. "Oh Joel! It's happening! Oh! It's soooo beautiful! Oh my goodness! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooooooh!"

I felt a sudden rush of wetness against my legs and heard a loud "Aaaaaargh!" of protest from Danny, "You bitch, Mel! You've pissed on me!"

Mel let out a wail of horror and tore away from me. Sobbing wildly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she scrambled to her feet and ran to the river with her hand clasped tightly to her crotch.

Danny yelled after Mel that he was going to get her for pissing on him and then grabbed her towel to wipe his face and chest with. I looked at the fluid Mel had splashed on the front of my thighs. It didn't look like urine to me. Urine is clear gold- coloured liquid, this was a thin, milky-white. I collected some of it on my finger and tasted it. It wasn't at all bitter like pee would be; it was almost tasteless with a faint sweetness.

Danny got a warning with my clenched fist under his nose, never to call my sister a 'bitch' again. Then I told him, "I don't think she peed on you. I think Mel ejaculated this stuff when she came!"

"Don't be bloody daft, Joel! Girls don't cum like us! She pissed on me!"

Just then, Mel interrupted our discussion, taking her towel from Danny to dry her body on, then picking up her clothes and dressing quickly. All the time, she sobbed and cried, and told Danny how sorry she was for wetting him like that. Mel paid no attention to me when I tried to tell her my theory about what had happened, and before I knew it, Mel was running off home.

"Danny, I swear I'm right! Mel ejaculated!"

"Look Joel, I know you think the world of your sister, but what you're saying is fucking stupid! Come home with me and we'll get on the Net and I'll prove it to you!"

Danny had to eat crow. At first, we got nowhere with our search. And then I insisted that he type in the keywords 'female ejaculation'. Bingo! There were hundreds and hundreds of pages! Some of them with pictures, but most of them scientific papers and discussion groups and 'How To make It Happen' instructional sites.

I got Danny to print off a page that had very clear directions on what to do, backed up with letters from both men and women about how wonderful the orgasms are and what an amazing experience it is to make one's partner 'squirt'. Leaving him to carry on looking, he found a site with extremely graphic pictures, I ran all the way home to tell Mel the good news. But she wouldn't even speak to me, let alone look at the printout I had brought home.

It took me two days to convince Mel that I was on her side and that I would prove it to her on our next 'governance meeting night'. In the meantime, I memorised the instructions from the website and, as was stressed in the notes, made sure that my fingernails were cut very short and smooth. Just before Mel came to my room, I scrubbed my hands and nails to make sure they were completely clean. She raised her eyebrows at the number of towels I had laid out on my bed, but I told her that they might be necessary.

We cuddled for a long time while I gained her confidence and aroused her; then I got Mel to lay on her back with her knees drawn up. I knelt and sat on my heels between her thighs and told her that I was going to put two of my fingers inside her vagina and was going to press my fingers up inside her against the 'front' wall, just behind her pubic bone.

"If I do it right, you're going to feel as though you want to pee, just like you did the other day, but relax and ignore it. You can't pee during sex; the feeling will soon go away. And while I am doing all this, I want you to bear down on my fingers and push as if you are a little bit constipated."

Mel nodded uncertainly, but bit her lip and told me to go ahead. We almost had a disastrous finish in the first few seconds, because Mel, to her mortification, broke wind the first time she bore down on my fingers. Luckily, I was aware that this could happen and was able to reassure her that it invariably happened like that the first time.

I curved my fingers and pressed firmly upwards towards the inside of her pubic mound. Almost immediately, Mel sucked in a sharp breath.

"Want to pee?" I asked her.

She nodded furiously.

"That's good! Relax and it will wear off soon."

It happened just as the notes said it would. A tiny hard lump seemed to pop out of the wall of Mel's vaginal sheath. I carried on 'beckoning' with my two fingers and pressing quite firmly against it. Mel visibly relaxed. She became less tense and the worried frown on her brow cleared.

Suddenly, she smiled, "Joel! It's happening again…that amazing feeling! Oh! I wish you could feel it too! It is so, so beautiful!"

Mel started moving with the pressure of my fingers. She inhaled and exhaled deep shuddering breaths. A dark red flush crept over her upper chest and neck. She uttered tiny sighs and gasps of wonder. And then Mel arched and cried out my name.

A stream of warm, white fluid shot forcefully from her genital area, soaking the front of my legs, my belly and my crotch. Mel groaned with ecstasy and arched again. Another stream splashed me; and then a third, and a fourth. In all, Mel squirted more than seven times in diminishing amounts. And all the while she mumbled and sighed how phenomenally deep feeling were the orgasmic tides rolling through her.

I collected some of her fluids on my fingers and we shared the taste together, convincing her also that what she ejected was not urine. She demanded that I make love to her and said she didn't care that we had no protection. She felt so wonderful, she just wanted to feel my penis inside her and be one with me.

Mel held me tight in her by my buttocks and burst into floods of tears when I released my sperm. And she held and held me until it was time for us to break apart and clean up before our parents caught us out.

The next evening, I had just taken a shower to clean of the sweat and dust from working in the market garden with my father, and was coming downstairs on my way to dinner, when I heard Mel on the telephone. She was softly saying, "Ok then…goodbye…We'll see you tomorrow…Bye."

Something was wrong. The telephone was only used for family emergencies and church work. Mel and I were certainly not allowed to call anybody, and young people of our age rarely called us. I raised an enquiring eyebrow, but she just looked straight through me as if she had huge things on her mind.

We sat at the table in our usual places, with Mel opposite me, and Mom and Dad on each side of us. She pressed her foot on mine, as she often did, and I was reassured. As usual, Dad asked God for a blessing on our meal. Then Mel calmly announced that she had just accepted Norman Franklin's offer of marriage and that it would take place in a little more than a month's time.

"Will you, Melissa, have this man to be your wedded husband…"

I cannot bear to hear Mel say the words 'I will'! With my eyes glazed with tears, I push past Danny's legs, knocking over a stack of prayer books on the way and rush for the doorway out of the church.

I hear Mel cry out softly "Oh, no!" But I am gone.

Danny follows me outside, but I turn and threaten to kill him if he comes any further.

And then I run, and run and run…until, as if drawn by a magnet, I find myself at the swimming hole.

There has been an unusually early snowfall in the nearby mountains followed by a rapid thaw and the river is running high. Utterly regardless of the danger, I tear off all my clothes and throw myself into the turbulent water. I nearly lose my footing a couple of times with the force of the current, but I am beyond caring. My body becomes numb with the cold. I could easily let myself get swept away, but a saner part of my nature yells at me that no matter how devastated I am by her marriage, it would not be fair on Mel to burden her and Norm with my death.

I stumble out of the icy cold and use my shirt to dry myself as best I can. I put on my underpants and trousers then sit trembling on the riverbank staring at the river and allowing the late afternoon sun to warm me through. The endless swirls and eddies in the water mirror the turmoil of memories in my mind.

Her shadow signals her arrival before Mel herself sits beside me. She is wearing her going away clothes. She and her new husband are spending three days at his aunt's beach house and then coming back to live in a small cottage on his father's property.
"I knew I would find you here," she says quietly. "I can't stay long. Norman is waiting for me in the car."

Mel draws her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. I can see the backs of her thighs and the bulge of her pussy lips and mound inside her virginal white panties. Mel knows I am looking at her, but makes no effort to cover up. I feel her put her arm across my shoulders and start toying with the hairs on the back of my head with her fingers.

She sighs, "I wish I could feel your tongue on me there and then your lovely man opening me up…one last time. But Norman would know."

"I suppose you're right," I mutter.

"It's not easy for me either, you know… You won't be here when I get back, will you?" she asks.

"I doubt it."

"Where will you go?"

"Anywhere away from here…earn some money…head off overseas…"

"And never come back?"

"I will be here in late January. I made someone a promise. After that, who knows?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"I didn't…I just guessed…" Mel pressed her cheek on my shoulder, "She will lead you on a wild and merry dance, but you will be good for each other. I envy her."

Mel sighed and looked around the glade. "I don't suppose I shall ever come to this place again," she said wistfully. She then made a rueful smile, "I don't think I am doing my new husband a disservice, but I don't think I shall ever cum again either…unless I find somewhere private and do it for myself… Yet, I shall always remember the amazing times I have had here with you."

"And Danny…"

"Aaaaah! Daniel Connor Delaney! Believe it or not, I don't really like him very much."

"Then why…?"

"Danny was just a body, an object to use to satisfy a need that even now I can't explain fully, not even to myself. But you… Oh Joel, I love you so much…!"

'I love you so much.' Her words lance through me to my core. For some crazy, unspoken reason, Mel and I always stepped gingerly around declaring our deepest feelings for each other. We both knew that our caring for each other was far greater than brother-sister love and I think it scared us both in a way. For my part, I almost blurted out words like that many times at special moments in our lovemaking, but now it is too late to say it to her…far too late.

"Norman Franklin is a good man…a kind man. Although he has no idea of what you and I have shared or how deeply we feel for each other, he understands that you are down at losing me. He felt lost when his older sister got married four years ago, but not for quite the same reasons I imagine. It was his idea to stop and let me say goodbye. Norman will look after me. He will never hit me or do anything to hurt me. I know I will never love him as much as I love you. But I do know that one day I will bear him children and that he and I will become wonderful friends, and that will sustain our marriage."

"But, if you don't love Norm, why did you marry him? And so quickly?"

Her warm, firm-soft pillows press on my upper arm as Mel nudges her nose against my neck; then she gets to her feet and starts to leave. Halfway across the clearing, she stopped and turns to face me, smiling tenderly. Her voice is soft and steady, belying the tears running down her cheeks: "Promise me you won't hate me, Joel."

I can never hate her, no matter what. Even as pain rips through my entire being at my loss, I can say it at last; "I love you, Mel…I shall always love you…always, for the rest of my life."

My sister, my lover, smiles again and holds out her arms for me to go to her. We cling desperately to each other with our bodies pressed tight. Our salty tears mingle as we kiss as lovers for the very last time.

Mel's voice shakes with emotion: "Thank you my darling…we shall always be together in our hearts…"

She took a deep breath, "Joel, my love, you should know that when a woman cares for her man as much as I care for you, she knows in her heart the instant it is going to happen. And then, last week I missed my period…

"A month ago, straight away after we made love, I knew what I had to do. I had waited for it for so long!

"Joel, please try to understand…I had no choice. Mom and Dad wanted me to marry Norman…now I had I had to marry him…to protect both you and me, and the wonderful gift God has given us…

"Norman will make a very good 'father' for our child."

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Dedicated to Luna

Sitting drinking my iced latte, on my lunch break in blouse, black skirt and stockings, grateful to be under the air-conditioning on a sweltering summer day. People watching as I sip my drink and just happy to bide my time before I get back to work. Noticing someone looking at me. Young, maybe in her early twenties, hair swept back in a severe style, so astonishingly pretty as she sits there in a lovely cream summer dress with buttons up the front, possibly the hem to just above her knees although she shows more of a smooth pale thigh with one leg crossed over the other. Her eyes catching mine and holding them, captivating, piercing, seeming to read me and seeing how my heart lurches inside me, the squeeze of my thighs together, my sudden burst of desire and need, the sudden dew on my lips between my legs and the flush of my cheeks and neck. I drop my eyes and head and pretend to be looking at my phone but when I look up she still stares at me and the mouth which was straight and unsmiling is now curved almost mockingly in the grin of a wild cat that has found new prey to toy with. A flustered shake of my head as I turn in my seat to avoid looking at her as if I sense the danger and doubt my ability to resist.

A few minutes later, me still reading something or nothing on my phone, I feel a hand on the back of my neck and although it would look to anyone watching like a gentle touch the fingers grip tight like a collar and the nails dig in with the threat of pain and the pressure is firm enough to prevent me from lifting my head and so I have to look down at the feet in tennis shoes and ankle socks and just the glimpse of the skirt so now I know exactly who has the confidence and understanding to hold me like this in a public place, the pretty young woman who has seen enough to feel sure that I won't protest and then I feel breath against my neck and a whisper, "Follow me in two minutes. The disabled toilet. Knock three times. Good girl." And I blush at being called a good girl by a woman half my age and when she releases my neck I watch the material of the dress bounce and show a little of the back of her upper legs and the hollow behind her knees and beautifully curved calves as she walks away to the rear of the café. I know what I have to do. Run away, leave immediately, go out of the front entrance and never see this woman again. However, do I?

No. Exactly two minutes later I stand up, leaving half my coffee and my jacket on my chair and taking my handbag I follow on unsteady feet, my heels feeling to me like the loudest noise in the world bringing all eyes of other customers to me as I walk to the back. But of course that's my imagination and the assistant smiles brightly as I pass the counter and, of course, she is just being friendly because I come here regularly and how could she know I am following a pretty stranger because I have been told to and I can't find the sense to say no and stop myself and then I am at the door with the disabled sign and I knock as instructed and hear the voice that whispered in my ear tell me to come in and I'm looking at the tiled floor as I slip inside and close the door behind me. "Lock it, silly girl, or do you want people walking in?" The voice is teasing and that word again, girl, making me feel small and silly and I fumble behind my back until I turn the lock and the click doesn't sound like safety to me. Rather it sounds like I'm placing myself in a cage.

Raising my eyes, there she is, that amused expression on her face still and as I look becoming more beautiful in my eyes by the moment with her knowing confidence. Sitting there on the lavatory leaning back and my eyes drop seeing the curve of her breasts through the fabric of her dress and lowering my eyes further and my breathing becoming heavier as I see the bottom half of her dress bunched up around her waist and then a gasp as between her lean athletic legs I see a thick cock hanging down with two heavy tempting balls beneath and I can't take my eyes away from the place where I had been expecting to see the folds of her pussy. The length and thickness with the two spheres below, realising that even only semi-hard she is bigger than my husband, such a beautiful delicious cock and I realise my lips are half open and my tongue is running along my top lip and my mouth is wet with my saliva.

Her voice interrupts the rapture I am in at the sight and my face is flushed and my neck and the V of skin visible through my the gap at the top of my blouse. "Stop eating my with your eyes and use your mouth instead, babygirl." I almost jump and then I hear myself stammering out my reply, "I'm sorry...I...I made a mi...a mistake...I'll go and sorr..." But my words are halted just as I start to turn to leave and I freeze as your voice loses its sweetness and is now firm. "Shut up and get over here NOW. The only mistake you'll make is if you leave now." And my feet and actions are no longer my own as I find myself standing close in front of where you sit and you tap my ankles and I automatically place my feet apart in their heels. And then your hand is on my knee travelling up along my stockings inexorably and your fingers reach the stocking tops and run along the line of them and my thighs and then upwards again, your forearm disappearing under my skirt, and they reach the top of my legs and trace across to the gusset of my panties and I shiver with arousal and shame because they are so wet and this young woman is laughing at me and asking why if I've made a mistake, am I so wet and my only answer is a groan as she pulls them to the side and unceremoniously pushes two fingers into me while I stand there with my arms hanging by my side uselessly as my oh so brief show of resistance fades away and I don't know how long she slowly fucks my pussy for but it feels like forever and an instant.

And then I hear myself groan with need as she pulls her fingers from me and instructs me again. "Take them off. You don't need them. You never need panties again unless they're ones I choose for you." And despite the quickening of my heart and the panic in my mind that this won't be a one time thing but something longer, I reach both hands under my skirt and push my thumbs between elastic and skin and pull the panties down my legs and bend at the waist to step out of them and drop them in your outstretched hand and as I do my ID badge hanging from the lanyard around my neck falls freely for you to catch and read out loud my name and my job and my company and you chuckle as you say my name and tell me you know the building where my office is and I feel the trap tightening around me as you now know where to find me. And then you speak again and tell me, "Time to be where you belong - on your knees at my feet." And you pull on the ID card but you don't need to use much force because I am crumpling down to the tiles on my knees and your hand is on the back of my head pulling me to your cock and my mouth is opening as you feed it between my lips which start to stretch around as your hand grips my hair and guides the movement of my head,swelling deliciously in my mouth with the movement of you fucking me on it and I start to move my tongue and suck on you and soon you no longer need to move my head because I am bobbing up and down on you of my own free will because I want to and need to and I'm oblivious to your hand releasing my hair and retrieving your phone and taking pictures of me being your cocksucker on the toilet floor with each of my hands on your thighs and you making sure to catch images of my wedding ring with my fingers wrapped on your leg and also catching the ID card showing my name so clearly. How long do you keep me like that? I have no idea but soon your cock is wet and shiny with my saliva and grown to its fullest size.

"Stop. Stand up!" It takes a moment for your words to penetrate my fog of lust but when they do I stand immediately and you follow and push me against the wall, your hand on my neck, shocking me with your strength and pushed up so my heels skitter on the floor and you move between my legs. Holding your cock in one hand you rub the head along my pussy lips and then push up and into me, making me moan loudly as you push the full length into me hard and deep, stretching my cunt around you and reaching around to firmly hold and lift me by the arse, my heels losing contact with the floor and I instinctively wrap both legs around you as you hold me on your girlcock and by the arse and start to slam me against the wall. I grunt each time you do, louder each time and you stuff my wet panties in my wide open mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure and to stop any of the café staff investigating the noise. And it's all too much because I love this and my body spasms and my pussy walls tighten and a huge thrilling climax pours out of my entire body but you don't stop for a moment and one heel drops from a foot and the other dangles precariously in the air from my toes, shaking in time to the force of you fucking me and I can feel another O building as the first recedes and then I feel you slam into me three more times and pulse inside me and you are cumming into my pussy and it sends me over the edge again and I have my second climax.

Lowered back down on the floor by you and then a wet sound as you pull out of me with a glob of cum pushing out of between my labia as you do, slowly slipping my back down the wall till I sit slumped on the floor with my bottom on the cool tiles and my legs splayed, a cunny mess between my legs as you reach down pat and pet my head with one hand and gently slap my cheek and lips with your cock in the other hand. "See? Aren't you glad you stayed, little slut? Aren't you going to say thank you?" A murmured thank you after you remove my messy panties from my mouth almost a whimper as I sit there on the floor and you carefully dry your cock with my hair, trying to recover as I reach for a tissue only to be slapped by your hand. Your voice strict, "Never ever clean my cum from your body. Don't be so ungrateful. Put your number in here." You hand me your phone and I cringe to see that you have called me 'My Emma slut' but there is a strange excitement inside at the possessive adjective, that this forceful woman who saw my weakness calls me hers. Tapping in the number and handing you the phone back and watching you leave without another word leaving the door open and leaving me with no choice but to quickly recover and tidy myself up, retrieving my lost shoe and flattening my skirt as best I can, trying to freshen my face but not daring to touch the smears of cum. Finally walking quickly out, avoiding eye contact with everyone as I retrieve my jacket and walk back to work, feeling cum leaking down my legs from my opened up pussy, praying that it won't drop below the hemline and then hearing a message chime from my phone just outside the front entrance of my office. Opening the message and confronted with a picture of clearly me with your lovely cock in my mouth, wedding ring glittering and name badge helpfully identifying me. Just five words accompanying the picture.

"I will be in touch."

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By Sneaky Emma on Feb 7, 2019

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It's Always Time Act 03 Ch. 01

Yves did not budge. "Something is wrong."

Dee stepped back. "Yves, you're sober, you're a kung fu—"

"Budo," Yves muttered.

"—bad ass, and more importantly, you're you. If you think something's wrong, I believe you. But what should we do?"

"Just be ready for Bee to do something stupid."

Dee tensed, spinning. "If he's touched her I'll kill—"

Yves crossed the distance between them in one bounding stride and clapped a hand on Dee's shoulder. "No macho bullshit," he said. "From what you've told me, Galatea is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. If anything's wrong, your hero routine will just make it worse."

"You're right, as usual. Lead on MacDuff."

"No." Yves stepped aside. "I take point, you go see who's home. I'll be right behind you."

They moved down the hallway. "Wow, that smell is strong," Yves said. They passed a familiar door. "Ursula's home."

"How can you tell?"

"She's burning incense. Patchouli," Yves smiled. "And Galatea's scent is winning. Amazing."

"God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be," Yves said, listening to the sounds of digitized combat and incidental music thumping through the next door. "Viggo doesn't seem to care."

"Should I knock?" Dee asked when he reached his apartment.

"On your own door?" Yves inspected the crack in the doorframe. "No. Announce yourself, though, and then announce me after you step inside."

Dee sighed, combed his fingers through his hair, and opened the door. The full force of Galatea's citrus-and-sex scent washed over him. Yves gasped but Dee did not notice. My God, he thought, I missed this. I missed her. How could I have been so stupid? "Galatea? It's me."

The silence stretched long enough for Yves to glance sidelong at Dee one last time before Galatea's voice called back. "Dee? Is that Dee?"

"It's me," Dee said, stepping into the apartment hallway. Say something. "I'm back." Oh, bravo, genius.

"When you were not here," came Galatea's voice, "it made me so sad." He heard the bedroom door close.

"I'm sorry," Dee said, "I'm a complete idiot. I want to apologize to you properly, but a friend of mine drove me home. I'd like to invite him in, if that's all right."

"Of course, Master."

"Very funny," Dee said. "Okay, we're coming in."

A girl the color of lime finger paint paced the living room, fidgeting and wringing her hands. She appeared rough hewn, a living but unfinished statue in Galatea's likeness, the features of her face worn down from stark relief to soft impression by the passage of time. As bodacious as ever, her body lacked the level of detail Dee knew she preferred. He could not tell if she had chosen to confront him naked but with the anatomical vagueness of a Barbie-doll or decided to meet him clothed in a clingy but concealing spandex jumpsuit. One look at Dee and she froze, blushing black, eyes sliding shut, lazy smile curling. "You're here. I waited so long. I thought you would never come, or come too late."

"Galatea?" Dee said. "Are you okay?"

She hugged herself tight, squeezing her shoulders and squashing her amble breasts until gel flesh overflowed and engulfed her crossed forearms. "But I should have known," she said. "Dee would come. My Dee would come to me." She peeped at him with eyes of frosted green pearl. "And he did." Yves stepped into the living room, gawking at her. The green girl smirked at him. "And he brought snacks," she added.

Yves laughed. "My name's Yves, Galatea." He strode forward, arm extended. "I'm flattered, but I'm not on the menu."

Something is wrong. "Yves—" Dee started, but the green girl's smile was warm as she shook Yves hand, and Dee relaxed a little.

"I hope you're not offended if I still find you delicious," the green girl said.

"Not at all."

The green girl gestured at the sofa. "Please do sit down. I would offer you something to drink but the only thing Dee keeps to eat or drink nowadays is, well, me." She arched an eyebrow at Dee. "Not that I'm complaining," she said, wintry eyes shining. "Are you hungry, Dee? No? Well I'm famished."

"Is that why you're opaque?" Dee said. "And so, uh, shapeless?"

Yves rolled his eyes and reclined on the couch. "Real classy, I'm sorry, Galatea, but Dee's hammered, and evidently he is a stupid drunk after all. She looks awfully shapely to me, Dee."

"That's not what I meant," Dee said. "I meant formless. Abstract? Damn it, my mouth is talking faster than my brain can think." He turned to the green girl. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm worried about you. I left you alone for a long time, for no good reason at all, and I want to make sure you're okay but I keep screwing up. You're beautiful. You just look different, that's all."

"I will be perfect again." She stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, "Now that you're here." She kissed the curve of his neck, her lips as firm and smooth and cool as marble, before stepping back to take him by the hand. "It's my novilunium."

"Your nova-what?" Dee asked.

"I've heard Ursula use that word a few times," Yves said. "What does it mean?"

"My changeability," the green girl said, her eyes never leaving Dee's. "My nanomek. You've been gone so long and I need…" She pulled Dee's hand, backing away toward the bedroom hallway. "I need more."

"Well," Yves coughed. "I drove your boyfriend home and I've met you, so my work here is done. I think this fifth wheel is going home. It's just upstairs, after all." He stood, ripping off a sarcastic salute. "Dee, it's been surreal."
The green girl craned her neck to look over and up at him. "No, stay," she said, her eyes urgent. "There's always room for dessert."

Yves shot Dee a fractional what-the-fuck? frown. Dee returned with a I-dunno microscopic eyebrow raising. Yves volleyed back a are-you-going-to-be-okay? slight narrowing of the eyes. Dee replied with an I'm-clueless half smile. Yves pouted what-now-then? and Dee flicked a just-go-along-until-you-think-of-something glance at the green girl. Their silent conversation, the kind that was possible only between close friends who were also longtime coworkers, took about two seconds.

"Okay," Yves said, over enunciating, "I guess I can hang out for a little while. Dee's movie collection is better than mine, after all." He sat back down, picking up the universal remote. The green girl led Dee by the hand and disappeared down the corridor to the bedroom. Yves tossed the remote aside, rubbing his fingers together and clucking with disapproval. "Sticky."

Dee moved to open the bedroom door but the grinning green girl pulled him into the bathroom. "This way, Master."

"What's going on, Galatea?" Dee asked her as she closed the bathroom door.

"Dee," she sighed loudly over the clicking of the lock in the doorknob. "When you said you wanted to make sure I was okay, did you mean it?" She whirled around, frosted eyes glowing. "Did you really mean it?" she said, oozy flesh spreading across the door.

"Of course, but—"

She surged into him, arms latching around his chest, her heavy breasts slapping against him with an audible glomp! noise, her gelled cleavage rushing up his neck and snuggling his chin. "Then take me." She pitched Dee backward and down onto the lidded toilet seat. "Take me and make me perfect." She kissed him with a fearsome hunger, cool lips parting to draw his tongue into her oven-hot mouth.

He met her peculiar, reverse French kiss with a boozy, forward one. She moaned, nibbling and suckling. Her strong, sticky fingers twined behind his neck and egged his kiss onward. He tried to pull away for a quick breath, but she murmured, "Nn-mm," and tugged him back, chewing on his tongue, her lips locking over his. Dee duel-kissed with her for a minute more, breath hissing through his nose, before pulling away again. She squealed "Mmm!" and rocked forward to follow him, grabbing him by the ears and clunking the back of his head into the wall. She sunk her full weight into his lap and refused to break the kiss. Dee chuckled and inhaled. The green girl's eyes popped open and she squeaked a puzzled "Hm?" as her sizzling, fluid tongue flooded into his mouth. Her lips still worked against his, but slowed. Dee arched an eyebrow at her. The green girl's gaze turned quizzical.

Dee bit down until his teeth clicked together.

The green girl's eyes rolled up into her head and she peeled away, swooning to the floor. "Master," she gurgled as Dee chewed thoughtfully. "Oh, Master." She writhed on the linoleum, rolling over to paw up his legs. "I'm in you now," she sighed, rising, "I'm in you."

Dee swallowed. "Why do you taste like a cupcake?"

The green girl's unwrought fingers fumbled with the zipper of Dee's khakis. "Now come into me," she said, giving up on the zipper and pulling the pants apart at the seams, "and I'll taste however you want." She yanked the khakis and underwear down around Dee's knees, the plastic of the toilet lid hard and cold against his ass. "Cum in me," the green girl said, "and we'll be perfect. Together. Forever."

Dee felt absurd sitting there, awaiting service like some enthroned king of fools. You've treated her like crap and now she's got you on the toilet. Take the hint, take your lumps, and do what she wants you to do for a change. "Is it time?" he asked, smiling.

"It's my time," the green girl growled, and devoured his cock.

Panic thrilled through Dee and he startled upward. The green girl sat up on her haunches, scooped up handfuls of his butt and aimed his hips at her mouth. Dee's jump away from the seat only drove his dick further down the velvety vortex of her throat. For a moment of woozy free fall the green girl held him suspended in the air, cradling his ass and slurping on his cock, treating his pelvis like a big, juicy wedge of watermelon—Strong. How could she be so strong?—before she slammed him back down onto the toilet hard enough to crack the ceramic. Her cold lips worried the base of his shaft, her fingers digging into the meat of his ass. She hauled him forward, pivoting her face against his lap—What is she doing—and Dee felt his rock hard dick plough up through the gel of her neck and stab, not down her throat, but upward until—Oh my God what the fuck—the green girl was literally giving him head. She groaned in delight, bobbing. The small bathroom filled with the bouquet of fresh cookies over-baked with too much chocolate.

"What's…going…on?" gasped Dee, sloppy pressure of a drunken orgasm building.

She gripped either side of the toilet lid and arched upward, hovering inches above him. Dee shuddered out of control as the green girl used his cock to furrow a gash down her neck and between her tits. She pumped him deep into her cleavage, her hands creeping up his back and locking onto his shoulders. "Yes," she hissed, dragging her self up to straddle him, his dick cutting a frothing wake down her belly before disappearing between her legs. With the slightest tilt of her hips she pushed him like a piston into her pussy. "Cum in me now," she said, rough-riding him. She pried open his mouth and filled it to bursting with sticky breast. "Eat me now." Gluey green gunk plugged his nose and Dee choked down a river of burning syrup tasting of chocolate cherry cordial candies. "Become me. Now!"

Dee shivered, muscle tension coiling before explosive release. The green girl's huge, smeary tits slapped and smacked against his smothered face. He caught a glimpse of the long wound his dick had sliced down her chest. He remembered—

["…Please, God, no. Let her be okay. Galatea, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"]

—and he had to look away, tearing his mouth from her fountaining flesh. A few flakes of homemade soap stuck to the white porcelain of the bathroom sink. The mostly empty vials of food coloring clustered around the sink's silvered tap, their colorful, pinched plastic caps of blue, yellow, green, red—Empty. It's empty. The green vial is empty.

Dee's gaze flashed back to the green girl's face. "Pygmalion," he coughed.

"Hm?" The green girl's hips rocked in violent jerks. "Eat me, Master," she said, offering him a breast.

No X. Sober up right fucking now, you fucking idiot. He reached for her shoulders. "Pygmalion," he said, loud and slow.

Her mouth puckered into the grin of a knowing coquette. "Eat me, 'Pygmalion.'"

Dee stood straight, pushing out, palms flat. The green girl splashed to the floor. "Where is Galatea?" Dee snarled.

The green girl sat up on all fours. "M-master?" she stammered in an astonished, breathy voice sounding nothing like Galatea.

The empty vial with the green lid shattered on the floor between her hands, slivers of plastic shrapnel peppering her face. "Where is Galatea?"

A translucent, ruby red blush spread over her as the solid green receded. "But I'm the one you really want, Master," Black Cherry said, her body streamlining, red batwings rising.

Dee's blood sang in his ears. "No. Never. You want a master? Go back to Bee or whatever creepy fuck was stupid enough to cook you up."

The scarlet girl backed away from him, the claws at the end of her wings working at the doorknob. "It should be you," she said, her eyes black and bottomless. The door opened behind her. "My master should be my first."

Dee raged. "Where. Is. Galatea?"

"It should have been you," Black Cherry said, whirling about, "but I have no time." Dee lunged for her but a wing claw lashed out and down, tripping Dee up with the tatters of his khakis. He fell forward, his reflexes dulled with bourbon. The scarlet girl vanished down the corridor.

"Oh, Yves," came Galatea's voice, "looks like dessert's being served early, and I have one Hell of a sweet tooth tonight."

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That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam.

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Ultimate Power Ultimately Corrupts - Chapter 2 - The Lifeguard By Silentcrs, silentc123-mail@yahoo.com Give young women power and they may not use it ethically Her broad arms spread out behind her along the concrete. Skin, still wet, glistened as the full moon shone from overhead. Her ample, naked breasts bobbed along the top of the water, shiny flesh reflecting the glow of several small floodlights that dotted the pool's perimeter. As soothing bubbles rose from below, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in satisfaction, her long, dark, damp hair brushing against the cool concrete. The smell of chlorine filled the air. After about half a minute of pleasure, the bubbles stopped. She opened her eyes and looked down into the water, a small tuft of auburn hair peeking out from between her enormous powerfully built thighs. She grabbed the tuft rudely and readjusted his face, crushing it further into her loins. She could feel the plaintive moans between her legs as the bubbles started anew. She closed her eyes again and smiled. A few hours earlier it had been dusk. She had been nestled high in the lifeguard stand, her body hidden under a vast white towel. It was getting to be well after the community pool's closing hours, a muggy Saturday evening that had seen its share of families, couples and the occasional odd exerciser doing laps in the Olympic-sized pool. One man, a lithe swimmer, continued to dart back and forth below her watch as dusk settled into night. His body tight and slender, in silver swim trunks he was almost like a minnow zipping along. A tasty treat. As she turned her head, she heard the last of the pool's other visitors drive out from the near-empty parking lot. She turned back and listened to the soft swells being made by the man still in the water. Several minutes passed of his ripples in otherwise quiet. Night settled. She climbed down from her perch as gracefully as her substantial body would allow, walking to the end of the pool furthest from the man. He had stopped briefly to catch his breath, checking his waterproof wristwatch for his latest lap time. As he looked across the water, the lifeguard's massive toweled form rose in the shadows above the pool's edge. The young woman was much bigger than he had imagined, he thought to himself, as she eclipsed the floodlights behind her with considerable mass. As she unsheathed her towel in the near darkness, he could barely see the striking lines of a red string bikini stretched tight against her skin. He saw her take a deep, full breath. He looked down at his watch again and felt the water of the pool rise up ever so slightly, as if a large mass had been dropped into it. He looked back up and saw only the crumpled towel lying on the concrete. He began his final freestyle lap of the night, methodically crossing the channel of water. As he approached the midway point of the pool, he felt a large rush of water approach him from below. Then he felt a mass. Before he could react, he felt his stomach slammed into by a tremendous weight travelling at a fantastic speed. The mass carried him backwards, an unrelenting surge that pushed him all the way to the side of the pool before crushing him against the wall. He sunk underwater before coming back up for air, feeling his wrists pulled harshly to his sides and pressed backwards against the walls. He opened his eyes to see the young teenager's oversized breasts right before his face, globes tautly and barely held by thin red string and fabric, her huge chest muscles heaving as she whipped the water out of her black hair. Her cleavage looked cavernous and her breasts looked like they threatened to break free of their confines at any moment. She stared down, breathing in and out deeply -- she seemed satisfied to frighten him with her chest. After several moments, the girl took both of his hands in one large fist and held them high above his head as her other hand went behind her wide back. With a light tug, the red fabric triangles collapsed from her chest, her pendulous breasts swinging solid and firm. She reached towards the man's face and abruptly wrenched it open with her fingers, pulling the wet string deep into his agape mouth as she wrapped it around the back of his head and around his wrists behind him, binding them. It tasted like oil and chlorine. She didn't need to do this, she thought to herself, but it would make it much easier to work with her toy. With his eyes wide open and a sadistic grin on her elegant face, she pulled back her colossal thigh and knee, as large as his entire lower body, and rammed it forward into his abdomen, sending a shockwave through him as he collapsed against the wall. As he howled in pain, she smushed a single giant breast into his waiting mouth, shuddering briefly as her large, rigid nipple forced its way past his teeth. She pressed his face callously against her rolling upper chest, his eyes filled with nothing but her plentiful bosom, his nostrils filled with the sweet smells of a teenager's flowery skin and the lingering aftereffects of tanning oil. She rolled the single large bust over his reddening face, teasingly covering it in its entirety. It pleased her to see the man's head no larger than her one mound, his face disappearing into her flesh. His eyes grew bloodshoot as she rolled the slick, oiled skin over them. His breath grew more and more labored and his body grew weak. She was overpowering him with the softest part of her muscular body. She reached down between his legs, grasping his swim trunks with a free hand. Clasping the elastic with her large fingers she jerked it back towards her, pulling his body almost a foot before the wet fabric tore away and he came slamming back into the wall. She tossed it casually onto the concrete behind him, returning her palm to his penis and cupping it and his testicles with one large hand as she continued to knead her bosom over his visage. She snickered as she fondled him. This little minnow had tiny genitalia to match ' his penis was barely larger than her giant thumb. No matter. She was more interested in using him for oral satisfaction for now. Removing her voluminous breast from his aching mouth, his body now weakened from lack of air, she turned her body around and quickly slammed her wide, rippling back into his chest, another agreeable whimper echoing from his lips. As her back kept him immobile, she bent down and rolled off her bikini bottom, the red fabric forming a wet rope in the process. She reached between her tree-like thighs and pulled his chicken legs upwards between them, tying his ankles tight with her former bottoms. As she dropped his feet back down, she felt his little penis, erect, press against the small of her back. She crushed him backwards against the pool's wall a bit, just to feel his flesh yield to hers. His penis was barely large enough to go into a dimple formed by her powerful lower back muscles. It was so cute. She dragged him across the water by his feet towards the corner of the pool, a veritable floating toy with his arms and legs tied. As she positioned him straight up and down to her body, she nonchalantly said, "This is your only warning. Take a deep breath." Before he could do anything she abruptly thrust him downwards into the water, opening her thick, enormous thighs like a bear trap and collapsing them around his small head. He struggled, his lips fighting for air against her crotch as his scrawny body thrashed about under the water. The movement of his body and mouth made the most wonderful bubbles as he twisted about. She rested her bulky biceps on the concrete behind her and closed her eyes in contentment, breathing in the night air. After some moments of struggling, his body grew still. She pulled his hair harshly and readjusted his tiny skull against her labia as she pressured her thighs to further enjoy her makeshift Jacuzzi. His bucking started once again, but after a mere 30 seconds of subtler bubbles he once again grew still. She was going to need to give the diminutive man some "encouragement". With seemingly little effort, she unlatched his aching head from her thighs, turned his body completely upside-down and pressured his face back into her loins. This put his crotch directly where she wanted it, grazing her red lips against the head of his penis. Her tongue came out briefly, teasing him expectantly. Then, with a jolt, she crossed her powerful fists into his back, mashed his body forward and swallowed his modest penis into her gaping mouth. She wrapped its entirety with her waiting tongue. "My god, little man," she spoke against his quivering head, "I've had toothpicks larger in my mouth." She forced his small penis back and forth, raking it against his teeth, reaching one hand up to his adorable petite butt cheeks and pressed her fingers between them, massaging his prostate. He was the most charming little sex toy, she thought, even if he was a little small. As she proceeded to fuck him with her mouth, she felt his own tongue struggle laboriously to please her. He was learning. After several minutes of raping him with her lips, she sucked hard, flicking her tongue into the hole at the top of his penis. Smiling knowingly, she felt his entire body shudder and small gobs of white fluid spit onto her tongue, which she promptly lapped up. As she swallowed, a new foam of bubbles rose up from his tortured head as he orgasmed, once against pleasuring her nether regions as she ground her thighs against one another. Her "encouragement" was a success. After the bubbles had once again subsided, she brought his drenched head back up to the surface, sputtering. As he gasped for air she let go of his body, allowing him to try to catch his breath. She proceeded to retie her hair up he choked on the water. She then picked him up out of the water with one hand and eyed his body up and down. "When I'm in school," she began mock innocently, "do you know where I most like to take field trips?" His body shivered but did not answer. "The aquarium. Do you know why?" She curled his body against her side and pressed her lips tightly against his ear. "Because I love to watch them feed the sharks!" she rasped. She threw his body through the air halfway across the pool, his arms and legs haphazardly crashing into the water. He started frantically thrashing about, but with his hands and legs bound he was moving like a wounded fish. He turned briefly back to where the girl was, not seeing her and fearing the worst. He panicked and aimed towards the far end of the pool, desperately trying to put some distance between them. He swam forward and for a brief moment felt he might make it. However, he once again felt a rush of water below him. A dark mass below. He swallowed hard. He felt his body fly out of the water again as she launched herself upwards, her powerful arms wrapping around his torso and dragging him under the surface once again in a modified piledriver. She wrapped her immense body around him, distorting his frame and positioning his crotch where she wanted it between her ankles. His hips slipped between her balled-up muscular calves as she grasped both his buttocks with her large hands and then, with considerable force, wracked him upward, her thighs engulfing his torso. Not satisfied that his little penis was all the way in, she open her legs slightly and pulled his body downwards before jamming it back up again, twisting her toy back and forth to try to get leverage. Her column-like thighs chewed into his soft glutes, trying to wring what pleasure they could out of his tiny genitals. It wasn't until she grimaced and bore down on his weak hips, bending them inwards and mashing them upwards, did she begin to feel filled. She sighed in contentment. Her hands instinctively went to her erect nipples, tweaking them, as she looked down into the water. His gangly body twisted and tried to free itself from her grasp, his eyes barely able to view her monstrous thighs as he drowned. She taunted him by flexing them harder, thick cords of muscle he could barely imagine as they etched across the surface of her legs. Threatening to obliterate his crotch and his manhood with one fateful snap, he weekly tried kicking his legs up against her solid back. Helpless. His eyes looked up at hers, screamed up at hers, as she looked down at his squirming bony body. She involuntarily licked her lips as he continued to thrash, her eyes looking up at the full moon overhead. A warmth spread through her body -- it was time. She leaned her head back and took a profound breath, filling her mighty lungs up with air and inflating her enormous chest to its limits before ducking down under the water. While continuing to gnaw away at his crotch with her thighs, she wrapped her powerful forearms around his head and bent his body painfully upwards, crushing it into her bosom. She felt his mouth screaming, searching for air into her gaping cleavage as she wrapped around him tighter. She bent her body downwards, like a pillbug, curling his body against hers, unyielding. She heard the snaps under the water as his bones buckled against themselves. His penis bent and curled into her body as he shrieked harder into her chest. The way his body bent and acquiesced was enchanting. Finally, with a majestic flex and a deafening underwater crack, she heard his spine break, collapsing into itself by her hulking muscles. She bellowed out her orgasm under the water, further grinding her dominant thighs around his spent carcass as her juices flowed. She floated back up to the top of the water, skin flush, her partner motionless against her naked body. She peeled her toy off her skin and floated in the direction of the diving board, floating his lifeless corpse across the water. She positioned him face down on the concrete and put back on his swim trunks (which seemed to slip on easier now, she thought ' perhaps because his pelvis was smaller). If she was fortunate, it would look like a diving accident. A really horrific diving accident. She climbed out of the pool and picked up the pieces of her red bikini. She once again looked back at the broken man, his warped body hanging lackadaisically on the side of the pool. She felt her nipples tingle as a midnight summer breeze brushed against them and she wrapped the blanket-like towel around her dense body. She walked towards the showers, thinking about what she would tell her friends at school the next day.


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The designs are too ridiculous for me.

just watched it 20 minutes ago lol what a coincidence

I'm not usually a fan of cowtits, but it works for me here. Maybe it's just because the designs are so stupid and ridiculous that I find it arousing.

Just fapped to it 20 minutes ago lol

why is the quality so horrible?

Will they ever animate the grown-up kindergartners one?

Is this porn?
If yes, where do I get more?

That one got animated? Damn I need to check it out.

Because I got it from Pornhub and was too lazy to find some 1080 HD version. Who cares? You can still tell what it is.

It's hentai And just reverse image search it. People on here won't give sauce because they're faggots about it.

anything like this but without the cowtits?

Did you go back in time and stream this on megaivdeo?

maybe go to fucking hentaihaven at least if you want to stream hentai?

>And just reverse image search it.
Thanks bro for helpful hint. /s

Relatable quote

Holy shit they animated this?
Going to fap hard tonight
Think the group is called Marron Marron, can find the set on panda

can thickfags kill themselves already?

Superior maron maron story

Where do you think I got the quote from? I have that image saved.

I didn't say it would work, faggot.

Then stop talking you faggot. Are you a fucking retard?

Go back to le plebbit.

Found it
sukebei.nyaa.si/view/2347410

Which one has a penis or exposes their slutty armpits?

I can't get off to plain ol' tits anymore.

I reverse searched it and was told literally nothing other than that it was anime. Therefore you're going to have to specify the source.

They have elephant vaginas

Why would he?
You're the retarded one by using jewgle for reverse search.

why Sup Forums allows this but not loli porn

Isn't this that island resort hentai?

Because he gave a screenshot that is far far too low quality to fibd anything with anywhere.

Ignore the no-sauce faggots.

Is this in any way better than the CG set?

I can't believe this classic got animated.

>Being this homosexual

Here is your super 1080 HD crystal clear picture, faggots.

Does this kind of pick-up line work on sluts IRL?

Yes, I pick up 2D chicks with it all the time.

shit son this got an anime?

>worlds where you can casually fuck any girl you like (without mind control)

Besides Aomizuan, Maron Maron, and Jeanne Da'ck are there other artists who do this?

Mega w?
But I guess that falls under mind control.

Why not a harem?

It was called jk train something something in japanese. I don't know, it aired last year i think.

Fuck off.

Here's the source for you guys.

hentaihaven.org/series/bangable-girl/?sort=title

wow this is a joke. this is worse then what queen bee usually pulls off.

just go watch Youkoso! Sukebe Elf no Mori e
thats also for thickfags and actually looks somewhat decent

There was a H-manga I read a while ago with a similar concept, but it was a guy isekai'd to a world where the women are horny as fuck 24/7 and fucks 3 girls on a train, but I cannot for the life of me find it again on panda. Anyone remember anything like that?

>Knife ear

I have it saved in the panda favorites, but I'm not going to tell you.

It's by rebis isn't it? Though his only has two girls on the train.

"Oide yo! Mizuryuu Kei Land"
then you faggot

i would post actual good stuff like sora no iro or "the immorals" but thats to old for most people here even though the animation is vastly superior.

the rebis one was garbage.
the one with bad art but good proportions was "world of reverse morals" which had an amazing storytelling.

>Who cares?
>where do I get more?
>no-sauce faggots.
Lurk for 2 years before posting, cancer.

Disgusting. How can anyone be aroused by these misshapen monstrosities?

>but muh opinion

Amahara is great at story but the art is just there almost like a placeholder. Here's something else you might like. exhentai.org/s/95095f73b6/1101621-91

I don't like thiccness or cowtits, but this hentai was pretty hot.

>Maron Maron

Wait his shit got an anime?

rebis had garbage storytelling. the world he came into was in no way a reverse of ours as the girls happily suck his dick together.

>but muh no arguments

I read doujins and h-manga for the fap, not for the storytelling, faggot.

then dont spout
>muh opinion
as if you have any idea how to objectively judge the works.

>while checking for this see that made a hentai from marui maru's works
>fuck yes
>they completely butchered his design

Posting screenshots of this quality should be an instant public ban. This isn't even Sup Forums related,

>then dont spout
You're not my boss

>as if you have any idea how to objectively judge the works.
Why should I? It's just fap material, stop being so serious for this shit.

Haven't watched hentai for a long time but this designs are very appealing. Picked up even though I probably won't fap to it.

No, these girls were bred for sex or something

then stop posting in a thread thats discussing a topic you dont want to discuss you retard.

Disgusting. Anything above a F Cup is an abomination

>everyone wants to discuss what I want
Yeah, sure.

Cry more about it, maybe someone will eventually care.

are you actually this retarded?
you know there are plenty of threads with different discussions. but you want to go into the one thread with a discussion you dont like and pretend its actually something thats not being discussed.

>Anything above an F cup
>Not D cup

My fuck, the amount of cancer and newfags in this thread.

kill yourself
kill yourself
>Calling hentai 'porn' and asking for source
kill yourself
Another request fag
>Reverse search a fucking random low quality screencap and on fucking google
How much of a retard can one be?
kill yourself
kill yourself
What's the point? /h/ is a dead board for image dumps fucking homosexual.

pretty decent one shot, to bad there is so little of this. i really lik the non porn one with the girl protag, but its a shame its a girl protag.

>telling someone to use the proper board makes them a newfag
Are you retarded?


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Erotica can make the reader alert and curious, fully invested in the text. A welcome with such undertow can be a tool with the same power as seeing the protagonists stumble upon a dead decaying corpse, or arriving to a burning house.

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Indian mother finds a new lover, her own son

Indian mother finds a new lover, her own son, Sheela and her son, Nikhil, were at Delhi airport.

Her husband, Prakash, a business tycoon, was leaving for London to sign a contract. Lately his business had expanded internationally and ever since, he had been traveling out of country, sometimes for weeks, and sometimes even for months.

Sheela married him when she was only 19. She was a very attractive woman then and at forty five she was still very attractive. Their only child, Nikhil, was born a year after their marriage. Nikhil was twenty five now and in charge of his father’s domestic trade. He was a married man. Couple of years back he married his childhood girlfriend, Minal. Sheela never approved of their marriage, but out of love for her son she also never objected. She showed her disapproval, when she asked her son to leave his parent’s house and stay with his wife at their another apartment which was far from his parent’s apartment.

After his father’s flight was announced, Nikhil expected a warm farewell between his parents. Instead it turned out a rather cold farewell with mere handshakes between the couple, no hugs and kisses.

There were rumours going around that his father was having an affair, but Sheela never broached the gossip with him. Nikhil had heard of these rumours as well but he too had never approached his father on that topic.

After his flight’s departure Nikhil drove his mother to her apartment. In the car, Nikhil noticed his mother was quiet and not at her usual demeanour.

“Anything wrong, mom,” he enquired.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I noticed you are rather quiet tonight,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, looking at him. “I am not myself today.”

“Yeah, I can see that. What’s really the matter?” her son asked.

“What are you doing after this? Can you keep me company for a while?” she asked.

“Of course, anything for you, mom” he replied. “Minal (Nikhil’s wife) is at her mother’s house and anyways, I’m eating out alone.”

“You poor dear, your wife should be looking after you. Why is she at her mother’s house?” Sheela questioned in a traditional mother-in-law manner.

“She had to go due to some reason. I am fine with it. Plus look on the bright side. With Minal staying at her parent’s house, I can spend time with you.” Nikhil said smiling at his mother.

Sheela smiled affectionately at him. “Yeah, that is true.” She said. Even she needed someone close to her that night, especially after the terrible argument she had with her husband that very morning.

It was almost dark when they arrived at the apartment. Nikhil parked the car in the garage behind his father car.

“Make yourself comfortable while I change,” she said to her son as she started walking towards her room.

“Yeah.” he said. He sat down on the sofa and looked around the living room. He had not been around his parent’s apartment for quite some time. He usually met his father in their office and his mother for lunch at the restaurants. He rarely visited them at home.

He turned on the TV set and started to scroll through the channels. But tonight his mind was elsewhere. He had never seen his mother so quite before. He thought about his father. He had a good relationship with him, but now sitting there, he wondered if there were any problems between his mother and father. After years of marriage, nothing should be a problem, he thought, but the rumours of his father having an affair had left him curious.

It was his mother he was worried about. He had always leaned on her, even when he was a kid. He loved her as a son, but he was also secretly attracted to her. That was a fantasy he kept locked deep in the recess of his mind.

“Oh, there you are,” Sheela said as she walked into the living room.

She looked nice and fetching in her home casuals, a white silk nightie with an eye pleasing floral print. It was a sexy nightie, around knee long with thin shoulder straps and a deep scoop neckline that did give a nice glimpse of her ample cleavages. It looked really enticing on her especially with her waist long hairs set loose.

“Gee, mom, you look great, I could fall in love with you,” he teased her.

“I remember you saying that whenever I wear this kind of dress.” she smiled, “But I am not falling for it.” she laughed.

She sat down on the couch before him and crossed her legs. She was still unusually quiet that evening. Nikhil instinctively knew that his mother wanted to share something with him, but she seemed hesitant to give it a start.

“What’s going on between you and dad?” Nikhil finally asked not able to hide his curiosity.

“Nothing,” she sighed in dismay, “Nothing at all. No hugs, no kisses. We hardly talk anymore. Do you think there is something wrong with me?” She asked her son.

“Why do you say that?,” Nikhil asked as he felt certain sadness in his mother’s voice. He stood up from his chair, walked over and sat beside her on the couch.

“I know your father is seeing someone else, I have read love sms he has sent to her from his cellphone. I don’t know who she is, it was just a number, no name.” she suspired,

“Nikhil, people are talking and I feel such a fool,” she added.

“I know, even I have heard.” he said, “Mom, why are you being so modest about it. Why dont you clear things with him?” Nikhil replied.

“Yes, I did that today. I stood up to him and asked. And you know what, he admitted it just like that. Its no use. He has gone beyond me. I guess its over between us.” She tried to smile but Nikhil noticed the glistening of tears on her lower eyelids. He embraced his mother, holding her tightly.

“Mom, I’m here for you, always,” he said, kissing her cheek and smelt the freshness of her odor. “I love you.” he whispered.

Sheela was taken aback by her son’s protectiveness. She turned to face him and looked into his eyes. She had notice them staring at her unusually since evening. She felt her lips very close to his. It had been long since she had felt man’s lips against hers.

She was looking down at them, when suddenly, his lips were softly upon hers. Taken by surprise, Sheela sat immobile in his arms.

Nikhil released her immediately and stammered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, please forgive me.”

She felt him trembling in despair and horror. Sheela didn’t move. she stayed close to him. Somehow in his arms she felt the same affection she had always desired from her husband. Her hand reached up at him and touched his face.

“It’s all right,” Sheela said in her soft sensuous tone.

She looked into his eyes and saw the same affection she had always desired in her man. She was consumed by the way his eyes were lovingly staring at her. Suddenly she moved up to his lips and she kissed him back. It was a not just a kiss, but a passionate one. Their lips mingled, suckling upon one another. Her mouth opened on instinct and his tongue entered deep into her mouth, meeting hers. Their tongue played on one another and fraction later their lips melted away into one.

Sheela felt her son’s hands reach down on one of her breasts. He cupped her from over the fabric, feeling its tender flesh with a gentle squeeze. His hands then moved up to her thin shoulder straps, gently pulling them outwards to undo them from over her shoulders.

She helped him undo her straps from over her shoulder. Her nightie fell from her breasts, and gathered at her stomach. She wasn’t wearing any bra and that made her naked all of a sudden. Her bare fleshy tits with taut nipples were all visible to her son.

She watched her son’s eyes grow wide at her breasts. They were something he had always wished his wife had, Large and full, not sagging a bit, with buttony dark nipples and equally large and dark aureoles. Nikhil’s fingers were shaking as his hands moved to her front and touched her breasts.

He once again drew close to her and locked his lips on to hers. Their kiss turned instantly passionate as Nikhil kneaded his mother’s large tender breasts.

It was the first time that Nikhil or any man, other than her husband, had seen or felt her breasts. For Nikhil, it was only in his fantasy that he was touching his mother’s breasts.

Sheela laid her body on the sofa, her head thrown back. “Oh baby!” She shuddered and moaned, as Nikhil gently stripped her nightie, down her waist and out of her legs.

Nikhil was frenzied looking at his naked mother. Except for her panties, that were still holding her chastity in tact, she was all but naked.

Unable to think rationally, he moved on top of her. He kissed her lips once again and quickly moved down to her breasts. He took one of her nipples between his lips and tenderly sucked. Her nipples quickly hardened as he suckled over them.

“Ooh God!!” she moaned.

Her body convulsed involuntarily as she felt his hand probing other areas. His hand made frequent visits to the area below her navel, almost touching her crotch and returning back, as he hesitated to go any further. At this point Sheela didn’t mind her son touching her between her legs. In fact she longed for him to touch her there. She eventually led his hand at her crotch, pushing his hand between her legs and making it cup over her pussy.

Nikhil couldn’t believe his fate as he felt his hand rub her soft swollen cunt lips from over her panty. His hand stroked upon the soft, damp panty crotch, rubbing her slit from over it. He couldn’t hold on to his patience for much longer and quickly pushed his hand inside her panty.

Sheela squirmed as she felt her son stick his fingers into her moist cunt. She was already wet and oozing out fresh sex juices. Nikhil had been married long enough to figure out how horny his mother was just by gauging the wetness inside her pussy. He perfectly knew how to work on her cunt. His fingers moved tactfully over her clit, stroking it gently, making her wriggle with his every stroke of finger across her sleek slit. He shoved his fingers further down the length of her slit until he felt her entrance, all drenched and dripping. He continued to stroke his fingers across her slit, gauging its wetness as it grew ten folds.

“Ohhh Yes!” Sheela cooed as she felt Nikhil’s fingers work magic on her cunt and pleasuring her, the way, no man, had ever pleasured her before, not even her husband. He stroked her for a while, before he pushed his fingers into her.

“Ooooohhh baby…,” she groaned as he stuck his fingers into her fuck hole. That was a moment when Sheela longed to take hold of his cock. Her hand went down to his crotch. She felt his immense erection, bulged underneath his pant’s zipper, straining to break free. Her hand anxiously went to his pant’s zipper and pulled the zip down. Nikhil quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed it down his thighs. No sooner he did that, his cock sprung out, long and hard, ready for action.

“Oh Mom!” Nikhil moaned, when his mother, took hold of his cock and stroked it, gauging its immense size.

“Wow, you have such a big one..” She moaned at which they both kissed each other. Gently stroking his massive length, she pushed it between her legs, eagerly guiding it at her soaked cunt. Nikhil froze, when the tip of his cock made contact with her soaked pussy entrance. He had never anticipated they would come this far. He was about to fuck his own mother and that too with her express permission.

He retrieved his fingers from inside her pussy and fraction later he felt his cock sink right into his mother’s cunt. “Ooh man..,” he groaned as he felt their sex uniting. It was a rare union for a mother and son to ever experience.

Sheela gasped at the size of her son’s manhood as it gradually submerged into her. It was a huge cock and she could feel her pussy flex to its immense size. She couldn’t hold herself back, and let out a deep moan. “Ohh yes, oh yes…” Her moan resonated, and was loud enough to wake her neighbours. But she didn’t care. Her mind and her body could only sense her son’s cock as it dug the depths of her vulva.

His cock had already gone deep enough, and was exploring the areas of her cunt she could have never anticipated being explored by her husband, or for that matters, by any other man.

“Ooh God!! Mom, your pussy, it is so nice and tight.” Nikhil groaned, out of lust. He then pulled his cock out, only to shove it back into her, and this time, harder, forcing her to moan out the ‘f’ word.

“Ooh Fuck!! Fuck!!” she moaned. Nikhil looked at her in amaze. He had never heard her use the ‘f’ word before, at least never in front of him. It only frenzied his mind more. Eagerly holding on to her hips, he began to pound her pussy much harder and faster.

It amazed Sheela the way his cock pleasured her. The couch rocked, and creaked, as their bodies moved in rhythm. For next five minutes or so, the only sounds that echoed inside the room were the sounds of their frenzied moans and that of flesh beating against flesh.

After long and pleasurable minutes she could sense Nikhil reaching his climax. She had never imaging this would happen, but now she was worried. She mentally began to count the days from her last period, hoping that she was in her safe period. But her mind was too frenzied to be counting anything. She had to warn him. She was unprotected and a single drop of his potent cum could leave her pregnant. She needed him to know this.

“Nikhil, please don’t cum inside me,” she whispered into his ears as he continued to pound her like machine.

“I know mom,” she heard him say.

The very next second she felt him pull out, and ejaculate his load on her taut belly, only to smear his cum all over her belly with his cock.

Nikhil collapsed on top of her, gasping. His mother could feel his massive erection growing soft on her stomach. He had never felt such complete fulfilment before, not even with his wife.

They laid there for a while. She was laid on the couch and him on the floor beside her couch. She looked down at him, and he was looking up at her. She fondled his hairs lovingly. “I think we went a bit too far.” she spoke in jest.

Nikhil nodded. “Are you feeling sorry about it?” he asked.

His mother gazed down at his face. She knew what she did with her son was wrong but it all happened so quickly. She had never anticipated them going to this extent. And now that they had done it, she felt nothing about it. No guilt or remorse. Especially because her son wasn’t showing any sign of guilt or remorse.

“I don’t know.” she heard herself saying, “I guess we shouldn’t make it a habit.” she added.

Nikhil nodded understandingly. He loved his mother but then he didn’t want to harm either of their marriages. He laid there with her for few minutes, after that he got up and got dressed.

“I better be going.” he said.

“Wont you have dinner with me?” she asked.

“No I better have my dinner alone.” he said, his gaze travelling down her nude body. He leaned down at her to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her lips, but instead he kissed her on her cheek. “Thanks, appreciate it.” She whispered at him.

He took her leave and left from there. He got into his car and drove off. As he drove down the lane he began thinking about what had happened between him and his mother. He knew it was wrong and could never be reversed. And somewhere in his mind he knew it wasn’t going to stop.

The End.

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