incest

When I was 16 and my sister was 14, she was constantly a bitch to me. No matter what I did, it pissed her off. We lived on a farm and had played doctor and fooled around bunches until I got a girlfriend about 6 months before. I didn’t know that Amy was just jealous of the time I was spending with my girlfriend.

One afternoon, I had just put the tractor in the barn, when Amy came out and started in on me.

“Jesus Christ, you almost ran over the dog when you came through!.”

I had had it. I reached around her and pulled the door shut. We were alone in the barn. “Why have you been such a bitch?” I asked.

“You have ignored me ever since you started dating Mary.”

“THAT’S your problem??”

“We used to have so much fun together and now you don’t even talk to me,” she whined.

With that, I picked her up and turned her over me knee and pulled down her jeans. “You are acting like a child and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Amy struggled as I tugged off her jeans, fought so hard that I also pulled off her panties. Her bare white ass was set off by the magnificent tan from working in her bikini.

My cock was stiffening as I spanked her pretty little ass. Amy stopped struggling and her pussy was dripping as I felt my hand warming her ass. Our dog, Tony, was a large collie, he was great bringing the cows in for milking, but was now sniffing the air. He could tell that a juicy pussy was nearby.

“So Amy, you haven’t been getting enough attention, eh? Well that’s going to change. Here, boy.”

Tony came over and immediately put his nose into Amy’s sticky twat. “Don’t let him do that!” she yelled.

I just smiled as I spread her ass cheeks for the dog. He licked from her clit to her asshole and back. Amy was reacting to the rough tongue going where only I had before. She climaxed as I held her immobile.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told Amy.

“Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun. Let me go!” She protested.

“No Amy, enough is not enough. You came, but Tony didn’t. If you take good care of him, maybe he’ll eat you again.” I pushed her off my lap and onto the barn floor. Pulling her shirt and bra up over her titties, I reached down and sqeezed her nipples hard. Amy was crying when she realized that the dog was going to fuck her, no matter what she wanted. My own cock was stiff as her face pressed against my pants and Tony began riding her leg, masturbating furiously.

Laughing at her predicament, I grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him forward. His sliver like cock was thrusting in the air, but soon found pay dirt. Tony soon had worked his entire dick into my sister’s tight little pussy. Despite herself, the friction soon had Amy panting like a bitch in heat. Her open mouth, so close to my cock, proved too much. Unzipping my pants, I pushed her face onto my trouser snake. Even though Amy had given me a couple of hand jobs and I had jerked her off, sucking my prick had been too far out and she had refused, before.

Now she gobbled my cock like it was a peppermint stick. Amy, Tony and I all came at the same time. While Tony remained locked tightly into her first time fucked twat, I wiped off her chin and told her, “From now on, I own you. You are nothing more than a dog fucker and I will tell everyone what you did, unless you do exactly as I tell you.”

She just hung her head, “I know.”

For the next 2 years, until I left for college, I used her for all kinds of adventures. All my friends fucked her. Maybe, I’ll give you more details later. She had 2 years of hell and to this day, 20 years later, sucks my cock every time I tell her to.

33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5″7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.

However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.

This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children’s hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. “Sally, i’m aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?” he asked. “Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees” . Read the rest of this entry »

For those not familiar with the wild gyrations between Roger and Ginger, brother and sister, he being divorced and 32, she a 35-year old, four-year widow, a brief resume is in order. To wit:

Roger, the moralist of the two, had been firmly convinced that incest, i.e., any fucking, muff diving, or cock sucking between close relatives like brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son, etc., was not only immoral, but also constituted felonies in the criminal justice system for which they could both go to jail. Ginger took a much more practical position and figured that, with her two teen-age children off to summer camp for the next two weeks there was certainly nothing wrong with their sharing some adult physical, i.e., sexual satisfaction, even if it had to be with her younger brother. Both of them were walking the walls for sex, Roger not having had it — other than hand jobs — for more than two years and Ginger celibate — certainly not by choice — for the four years since her husband, Jerry, died. It was only in her frequent dreams that she could mesmerize re-joining him in one of their frequent bouts of 69ing, which always preceded their good night fuck.

Having lost his house and children in his bitter and expensive divorce, Roger had moved into Ginger’s three-bedroom house. The morning after her kids had been shuffled off to camp for a two-week stay, Ginger was not willing to beat around the bush with Roger any longer. He was either going to put up, shut up, and fuck her, or get his useless ass out of her house. She could no longer accept his old crappola about no-sex between relatives. She needed some regular fucking in the worst way and if he wouldn’t give it to her, she was determined to leave the house in broad daylight, naked with only her bedroom slippers on, and beg the first stranger she met to fuck her. Ginger was so tired of having to finger her cunt for relief that she would have become a street whore if necessary to get her twat probed with any willing stiff prick. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife Annie just glared at me. It was hardly a question to ask seeing as we were 14,000 feet above the ground. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I just wanted to make sure that she was really willing to help me test my new tandem harness.