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The legendary scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High with Phoebe Cates

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Yeah, okay, some part of me knew my little sister was growing into a total cutie, but I felt like I needed to scrub my brain every time the thought passed through. She’s my sister right? I went into her room tonight to grab a hoodie she stole.

“Nathan,” she said, “fuck, learn to knock.” She was lying on her back on the bed with the covers up to her waist. “I came to get my purple hoodie back. You know, the one I told you not to take. Why? Whathya doing? Rubbing one out?” I was kidding but the sudden flustered look on Kari’s face told the truth. She was red and I smiled. It was then that I noticed both her hands were under the blanket and I heard a faint but unmistakable sound: a buzz, a vibrator. Before she could move, I jumped up onto the bed and straddled her waist and both arms with my legs. Whatya doin Kar? Huh? Whatya doing? I was in boxers and a t-shirt and could feel the vibration buzzing under my balls where I had her hands pinned to her lap.

“Okay, fuck. You caught me Nate, now get off.”

“Good idea.” I started to wiggle around like I was grinding on her and it made her laugh.

“Don’t be a—” She trailed off when I grabbed her waist with both hands, planning a tickle. The feeling of her tight, smooth skin through her thin halter top made me stop too. She lay still and we met eyes for an awkward moment. Kari slid her hands out slowly and put them on my thighs. Her lips parted and she licked them unconsciously. The vibrator was still on, humming away between us. I shifted forward the tiniest bit, putting pressure on her toy and her eyes went wide. “Mmm.” She bit her lip and sucked in air. I smiled and slowly, slowly ran my hands over her stomach and then moved them to her arms, aware of the layers between her vagina and my balls pressing down; the vibrator felt kinda cool there.

“That actually doesn’t feel bad,” I said.

“Is that why he’s poking out?” she asked.

“No, I think that’s your doing,” I confessed. She was stroking my thighs now, with her small, warm hands.

“Is it? You like what you see?” She bent her shoulders and arms together so that her small tits swelled up at me. The look on her face made me realize that she had thought of this moment too. Played it over in her mind like I had, fantasized in the dark about the sibling on the other side of the wall.

Her hands were moving up and down my thighs again, edging closer and closer to me. I stoked her arms to the shoulders and moved over to the sides of her breasts. Leaning forward like that must have pushed the vibrator right against her clit, because she moaned again, bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second. Now I was kneading her gorgeous little tits, nipples tracing against my palms through the fabric of her top. I started to move my hips just a fraction, up and down, and as I did, she started to dig at my boxers, pulling my dick though the flap with both hands and touching it with feathery, hesitant motions. 

“You won’t break it,” I said.

“Harder?”

“Yeah.”

She changed her grip and stroked my pulsing hard on while we held eyes and shared the pleasure and excitement building up in both of us. After a minute of watching her beautiful eyes on mine and enjoying her pumping fist, I lifted up and shifted forward over her stomach so I could rip the blanket off her legs. Like I expected, she wasn’t wearing anything, and apart from a trim little patch of blond, her pussy was bald and glistening. I picked up the shiny purple dildo and started to really set to work on her clit with it. Now that she could get at it, she fished my balls through my boxer flaps and cupped them while the other hand pumped me up and down firm and steady. We moaned and groaned in this position and I alternated between sliding her little toy over her clit and inside her. To do this I was twisted around and looking behind me so it came as a shock when she put me in her warm, wet mouth.

“Ahh, fuck Kari, that feels good.” She was roaming her tongue around my cock-head and slurping at it while I pumped the vibrator in and out of her amazing little pussy. She broke off for a moment to work the spit on my head down the shaft and over my balls, using both hands like a pro, my gorgeous little nubile sister. At some point she had been handling her own tits because her top was up at her neck now and I could see her excited little nipples, perfectly placed and rosy pink. I leaned over her and pinched one and then kissed her grinning lips. “Want to 69?” I asked.

“Yeah! I mean, that’s like… How would that work? Do I go on top or do you?”

“Ether is fine,” but it would probably be easier for you to give me head if you’re on top.”

“Okay.” She sat up and I lay on my back and starred in awe as my cute little sister backed her perfect tight little ass toward my waiting face. She lifted a leg over my body and eased her drenched pussy against my mouth. “MMmmph. Ohhh! Oh God Nathan that is…” Instead of finishing her sentence she put her mouth around my cock and started to suck away, loudly slurping, and grinding herself against my tongue and face at the same time. We were bucking and moaning together and it was the freest sexual moment of my life. I took up the vibrator again and put it inside her while I flicked her clit with my tongue, building speed. She started to squeal and moan so that I knew she was getting close. “Oh fuck, oh fuuuck. Uh uha uhhhhh. Mmph, mmph.” I picked up the pace with the vibrator and made sure that the angle was getting her G-spot. The more turned on she got, the move vigorously she sucked my dick. Her angle must have been better or she was getting more comfortable with her brother’s cock because she was going deep as hell, and sucking so hard I thought the sheets would go up my ass.

Her first orgasm happened as I was getting close. She let me pop out of her mouth and started to slap my thighs and whine in what was the sweetest little whimper I had ever heard. It was a strange and astounding thing to hear my little sister out of control with pleasure like that, grinding away on my face. I could see her convulsions twitching the bottom of the vibrator that was in her. I slowed after she peaked and pulled the vibrator out. She was gasping but still had a hand on my cock. After a few seconds she had me back in her mouth and I started to squeeze her butt cheeks. I worked her clit again, gentle and steady, careful to not over-stimulate. Soon enough she was moaning again, her second orgasm coming on fast. I stopped what I was doing and flipped her on her back hovering over her. She had a devastated look on her face, until she realized what I was doing. I dipped into her tight pussy at an angle, with my hips above hers so that every down-stroke went right across her clit. When I knew I had the right spot and pace I grabbed her arms at the wrists, pinned them above her head and pumped away, both of us moaning and sweaty and out of control now. Like that, we crashed against each other and she instinctively moved her hips so they met my thrusts. We came together for what seemed like forever and her pussy clamped down, milking the life from my cock one beautiful pulse at a time.

When we’d caught our breath, I looked at her started to laugh.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” I said. “I was just thinking you can keep the hoodie.”

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I've had my share of excitement, been through a lot, did a lot of shit, but never in my whole life have I felt greater high than when somebodys wife taking off her clothes in front of me. I actually sometimes wonder wether I will have a fucking heart attack during shit like that. I love it. It makes me crazy. Her soft lips, skin, her mature ass and hips...It's not just about the fun and sex for me, it's about the hunt. I hunt for something I'm not supposed to, for something that isn't mine. I am taking her away from him, I'm fucking stealing her. I'm hunting for that hot breath on my face when I push my fingers inside her. The breath that is boiling with excitement, she doesn't even have to say a thing, I will know that I make her more wet and horny than her husband ever did. In that moment she belongs to me, every atom of her body is mine and mine alone. I can do to her what ever I want because I own her.

And when she is mine...Oh man, I will use her to the greatest possible extent. I will enjoy every inch of her body while making her beg for more.

If you want your wife to be faithfull man...You better pray I get that heart attack real soon. Because if I don't, the little cinderella you love more than air might just become my needy little slut.

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it broke

We’ve only known each other a couple of weeks, and we’ve only had sex twice before, so I can hardly complain that I need to wear a condom when we fuck. After the last time, you told me you’d be restarting your prescription for birth control pills, but the world we live in requires a doctor to sign off, and I accept that can’t happen instantly.

You surprised me, though, when you complained about the condom. Of course you crave the skin-on-skin contact, but then you told me something I’ve never heard a woman say in the real world: You love cum inside you. Actually, what you said was “I love sperm in my pussy. Feels awesome."  Damn. I already thought you were hot, but now?

Anyway, I’m a grown-up, and I can be responsible and wait, and I would rather fuck you with a condom on than have you jerk or suck me off bare. I guess I am just wired to like it best when I’m thrusting deep into you, sometimes slowly as we kiss, then fast and hard when it feels like you need it, and then slow again so it doesn’t end before either of us wants it to.

Now I almost stop, buried in you to the hilt, grinding the base of my cock against your clit, and an idea jumps into my head. I lean down and whisper in your ear: "Let’s say there’s no condom.”

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“She’s not a bored, tired suburban mom. She’s fun. Wild. Still the Love Quinn who flirts with strangers in the produce section.” | YOU SEASON THREE

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Imagine you’ve been a stripper for years, showing off your lean body.....

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Can you write about “In a world were shemales breeding with females and alpha males breeding with omega males, a pregnant male stripper have all sort of kinds of clients, males and shemales, who fucked him into labor? FILL:

You’ve been a stripper for years, showing off your lean body to the hungry eyes of those in your audience. For an Omega like you, the attention is one hell of a turn on, and you’re usually noticeably turned on by the end of your set. Your boss always charged extra for “heat shows”, and you got the best tips when you were panting and grinding on the pole like your life depended on it.

After one such show, a customer paid for a private session. He was a handsome Alpha, strong and well build, and it didn’t take long before you were hungrily sucking his cock, then bouncing on his lap and begging for his load.

When you found out you were pregnant, you thought you’d lose your job. Instead, your boss seemed almost excited. He told you you would get special billing for the first part of your pregnancy, while you could still dance easily enough, then he’d have you work the floor as a waiter and doing private shows. Relieved, you throw yourself into your dancing and to your astonishment, you draw bigger crowds than usual. As time passes, you draw attention to your growing belly by rubbing your hands over it, and the patrons whistle and goad you on.

Your fellow dancers also seem to enjoy your pregnancy. Backstage, they crowd around you to touch your belly and fawn over you. One of the ladies says she’s so jealous because she and her lover have been trying. She marvels at the curve of your belly, stroking it over and over until you moan from the pleasure of it. She pants herself, pressing closer to you. On a whim you press your hand between her thighs and rub your fingers over her slit through her panties, making her gasp and moan. She tells you how badly she wants to be big and round and full of babies. You grope her breasts as she talks about them being full of milk, and you suck her nipple through her lacy top. She holds your belly as she ruts against your hand, on the verge of orgasm just from talking about getting pregnant.

Time passes, and you grow larger by the day. You can’t dance properly anymore, so you start working the floor instead. Taking orders for drinks, you move between the tables carefully. Customers stop you to rub you belly or feel the baby kick. Some of them pull you close until your belly rests in their laps, and you feel their hard cocks against your belly. You never thought you’d feel so sexy like this. Many of them pay you for lap dances, their hands fondling your belly and pecs the entire time.

You know your due date is soon, and your boss once more calls you to his office. He tells you he has an idea, if you’re up for it, and promises it will earn you enough money to take off for a while once the baby’s born. He explains, and you agree.

The next day he posts signs about an auction. The highest bidder gets to fuck you, on stage, until you go into labor, with the note of “live show to follow”. The energy in the club has never been so electric. You see patrons shoving their bids at your boss, who takes them and either nods and makes a note or hands the bid slip back with a shake of his head. The current high bidder, a woman with large breasts and an equally large bulge to the front of her pants, is fondling your belly when your senses suddenly spike. You look up…and see him. The tall, handsome Alpha who knocked you up in the first place. He’s dressed in business casual, so he stands out even more than before. Lucky for you, your current customer is too busy rubbing her dick against your belly to realize you aren’t paying attention to her anymore.

Rather than handing him a ballot, he hands your boss a check. You see his eyes go wide as the alpha talks to him, looking between his face and the check. He shuts the bidding book and stands, offering his hand and shaking it. Your heart races as the alpha turns and looks at you, smiling before turning to leave the club. You want to chase him, but stop yourself. Luckily, the woman thinks your sudden arousal is her doing, and slips a few extra bills into you hand.

Your boss says nothing of the man, but tells you he has a winner. He had to set up the show, then you’d finally get to have your baby. Sitting back stage, you rub your belly as you think of the alpha, his eyes, his hair, his build…you masturbate over and over, just thinking of him, hoping he won, wondering if maybe you can get him to give you another baby. You want to have his babies, to be swollen and full of his children. That thought alone makes you come.

Finally, the big night. The ladies help you clean up and look your best, and at your boss’ suggestion, they take turns stretching your hole to ready you for the night. You go on stage to see a packed house, standing room only, all here to see you. Though its difficult, you dance a little, calling attention to your hugely swollen belly as often as possible. Then your boss calls a name, and /he/ walks up on stage.

He’s magnificent, and his cock is already hard knowing what he gets to do. Suddenly the room might as well be empty as he draws you close, his big warm hand toughing your stomach. You moan, reaching for him. He leans down and whispers his name against your lips, and you whisper yours back. He kisses you, and you feel complete.

He lays you out on the stage, straddling you leg and lifting the other to expose your already stretched hole. He slides into you easily, moaning about how good you feel. He fucks you on your side, then turns you onto all fours and fucks you like that. His hips slap against you as your belly almost brushes the ground. He tells you how sexy you look so full of his child, and you feel his cock throb in response to a tinging flex in your belly. Soon, he whispers, soon you’ll have our baby.

You lose track of how many positions he’s fucked you in when you suddenly cry out at a harsh pain. He grips your hips as he comes inside you (again, you think, you’re so pleasure addled it’s hard to be sure), then pulls out of you. A mix of come and fluids rush from your hole, and the crowd cheers. Your water’s broken. The alpha kisses your temple and tells you he’s not leaving, helping you to your feet. Else where in the club, other dancers go on, offering entertainment before the main event. He stays with you, holding you, showing you ways to gently rock and move to ease the pain of labor. You feel your baby moving lower, pressing into your birth canal. You push as you cling to him, and he encourages you the whole way. He slides his fingers into your hole and tells you he can feel the baby’s head. You whimper and push and he encourages you. You feel your hole begin to stretch open, the baby’s head finally in position. Once more the crowd gathers to watch, hundreds of eyes all on you.

Your alpha helps you to squat down, arms around you for support. He talks to you the whole time, hands rubbing your chest and belly. You push and feel your hole bulge, slowly spreading around the baby’s head. Wider and wider, you push as hard as you can each time. You thought it would be painful, but it’s…surprisingly pleasurable. Your alpha coaxes your breathing and pushing (he’s a pro at this apparently), and as you follow his instructions, you almost moan as you push. His fingers touch your hole, gently pushing, helping ease the baby’s head out. A little more, he keeps saying, you’re doing great. Just a little more.

When the baby’s head suddenly slides out, you almost scream in pleasure. The crowd gasps and murmurs, watching more intently as you take a moment to recover. You feel the alpha’s fingers rub your hole, pushing to the baby’s neck to pull the chord loose. Holding his free hand, your sob in pleasure and push again. He guides both of your hands down to touch your baby for the first time. He tells you to push, and you feel its shoulders and arms come free. Another push, and your baby is in your arms. Your baby boy.

There’s a rush of activity after that, though you aren’t totally conscious of it. Your boss apparently had a couple of medical professionals on hand to help with checking out the baby and you and cleaning up everything. The other dancers come to see your baby, squealing over how cute he is. You smile, deliriously happy. Once you feel a little stronger, the alpha offers you a ride, which you accept, never realizing he has no idea where you live.

Funny enough, that’s not a problem. He drives you to his place, a large house in the suburbs. He helps you inside, and to the bedroom..which is massive. Three king sized beds fill a half hexagonal room, each with other people on it. He introduces you to his mates, another omega like you, a woman, and a female alpha. They all greet you with smiles, happily fawning over your baby as well. He tells you you’re welcome to come live with them, and how you’ve been on his mind since that first night when he impregnated you. You accept, settling down to sleep in his arms.

It feels like no time at all before your child is a year old. The other children of the house keep asking how long before he can play with them and run around the yard, to which you laugh and encourage them to be patient. They hug your swollen belly and run off to play with each other. Your alpha rubs your stomach, kissing your temple and telling you what a way you have with the children. Which is good, because you have twins due in the next few months.

You still work at the club, getting tips for letting people touch your stomach as you wait tables. Your boss has also joined the little lovers commune, and he has a good natured rivalry going with your alpha. They had both been fucking you around the time your twins were conceived, and they tease one another about who the father could be. Your alpha threatens to knock your boss up, or at least to keep trying because he screams so nicely. You can’t believe you were ever happy before you came to live here, in the house of love and pleasure.

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Imagine you're having sex and the condom breaks

You’ve taken a guy home from a bar. You don’t normally do such things, but something has gotten into you today. You make out with him wildly, tugging off his clothes. He places one hand on a heaving breast, and the other on your ass, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his hardness through his pants. You’re getting very wet.

You both disrobe and fall into a bed. He is on top of you, your mouths working furiously together, arms and legs intertwined. He pulls away for a moment and you whimper. He pulls out a condom from the pocket of his pants, opens the packaging and hands it to you. You slip it on his hard, veiny cock. You’re ready.

He lies down in the bed, and you move on top of him. You straddle his hips with your thighs. You reach down and grab his thick cock, and guide it into your dripping hole. You moan at the feeling of being filled. You move up and down over the man, sliding his huge member in and out of you. He grips your waist, guiding your motion over him.

You feel incredible. You’ve never felt so powerful or aroused. The man is clearly enjoying himself too, loudly moaning. You make mewing sounds as you feel his hard cock move in and out of you. You feel it brush against your cervix, and want more.

You get off of him, regretting the momentary feeling of emptiness. You pull the man off of the bed to the wall. He understands right away. You lean against the wall, and wrap a leg around his waist. He grabs you in his strong arms, holding you up. He guides his cock back into your waiting hole. You moan loudly.

“Fuck me,” you moan, breathless. He responds. He starts jackhammering into you, as hard as he can. “Fuck you feel so good…” You continue, needing more.

You feel your orgasm begin to build, tension filling throughout your body. You’re so loud now, urging him to fuck you harder. You feel the veins in his cock start to twitch, and realize he’s close as well.

But then, all the sudden, he stops. He lets go of you. You’re hurt and confused, and painfully aroused. You need him to continue, more than you’ve ever needed anything. But he’s reaching down to his cock, pulling off the broken condom.

“I don’t have another one,” he says sadly.

“I don’t care,” you growl, pulling him closer to you. You grab his cock, pulling him to your throbbing vagina. “Please,” you beg him.

“Are you on birth control?” He asks, worried. You lie and say “yes.”

He inserts himself back into you, and you gasp in pleasure. He continues his movements, gradually building back up to his former speed. He grabs a perky breast, massaging it roughly. You feel your orgasm begin to build again.

In the back of your mind, a small voice warns of danger. You damn well know your cycle, you’re at your most fertile right now. If he cums in you you’re almost guaranteed to get pregnant. You’re young and don’t have much money or support. But right now you don’t care. The thought of you, huge with this man’s child, only brings you closer to the brink.

Now he’s really hammering into you as hard as he can. You’re shouting, screaming with pleasure. You incoherently beg for him not to stop. You feel his massive cock slamming into your cervix, knowing it’s about to happen, but you need it so badly.

“Cum in me!” You shout. “Fill me up!”

He obliges gladly. The two of you cum together, forcefully. You both scream. You feel his warm seed pour into you, flowing into your cervix. You are both panting, and collapse together onto the floor. You both lie there for a while, coming down from the pleasure, surrounded by your clothes.

The both of you shower and go to bed. When you wake up in the morning, the man is gone, you never even got his last name. You lie in your bed, dazed. You’re not sure how you know it, now, but you’re certain you’re going to birth his child.

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