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CuntCracker Chpt 2 (trixya- lesbain ballet au) - pastelcholita

AN - Hello kids! Sorry I’m late, but here’s the new chapter. Enjoy!

Warning for language and crass humour

Katya’s POV

My hand pushed down on the plastic lever, the soft trickling of individual cereals thudding against the styrofoam bowl situated on the plate under the slot. That day had been a considerably dreary day. I had planned to go on a walk before rehearsals, but the dense fog accumulated outside the warm campus seemed eerie. It had also been one of those days where your soul was clouded with a longing for a paternal, yet sensual, relationship; strictly no strings attached, if ya know what I mean.

I removed the bowl from the dark surface, and I moved to my usual table in the cafeteria. Violet, Willam, and Courtney sat in the according chairs, engaged in some odd conversation regarding the lagoon ducks in Central Park.

“Some guy can’t just pick the ducks up in a van, can he? That’s just not ethical?” Courtney asked, searching the other girls faces for an answer. She smiled when she met my gaze. “Oh, hi, Katya! We were just discussing the ducks, ya know the ones in the lagoon?”

“I see…” I trailed off. My mind couldn’t really settle on any one topic, for some reason I had not quite identified.

“No, you idiot, some guy couldn’t just shove them in the back of his pedo van,” Willam added, and had earned a chuckle from Violet.

“She’s right Court. Well about the van at least. They probably just migrate, it’s their nature. Like the fish, they just adapt, I guess,” Vi suggested. I didn’t necessarily agree with any of them, but I just contently stirred my Froot Loops. I didn’t want to admit it, but since auditions I couldn’t seem to get Trixie out of my mind. It was silly and trivial, and I knew it. Trixie was full of potential and still young, like a little pink firecracker. I was simply a jaded ballerina with callused feet. Boy did I sound yellow.

I excused myself to toss my soggy Loops and grab a cup of coffee on the way back. I was staring deep into my coffee, examining each bubble that rose to the top and migrated to the outer edge. Stupid move, I concur. In the process of making my way back to my previously claimed seat, I managed to ram into somebody, splashing my boiling beverage all over their clothes.

“Hey, watch it, you- Katya?” a sharp voice snapped from in front of me.

“Mishka, I am so sorry. Let me help you clean up.” Why did I have to spill my coffee all over Trixie, goddamnit. That day was just determined to be one of the most unfortunate days of my life.

We had hurriedly sauntered over to the paper towel dispenser dabbing her white - might I mention satin - nightie with the paper that seemed to be doing nothing.

“It’s really fine. I have more clothes back in my dorm,” she comforted. I was up to the tops of my ears in guilt.

“Leave it to me to ruin such a pretty dress with coffee,” I spat the word out like it was poison. Trixie laughed at my foolishness. “They don’t call me Cunt-ya for nothing.”

“Who the hell calls you that,” she thrashed.

“That’s King Cunt-ya to you. Well I’ve already messed on you, the least I can do is invite you back to my kingdom,” I remarked overly cheesily, extending my forearm to her. She crossed her own arm under mine, in a square-dance-esque fashion. We walked across the cafeteria like that, occasionally side stepping or shuffling, even adding a few twirls in ever so often.

When we had arrived, I pulled a chair from the adjacent table. “Your chair, m’lady,” I uttered in my most dapper tone.

“Why thank you, kind lady,” Trixie offered. That was probably what I adored most about her; her ability to play along and bounce back with a statement equally as funny. Boy, was I falling for her quick.

We chewed the fat with the other girls for a while, collectively concluding that the ducks probably flew down to somewhere like Florida. Then Courtney went on a tangent on what the fish did when the lake froze over. Trixie shifted forward onto her arms, and let out a guttural yawn.

“Wanna head back to my dorm, sleeping beauty?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I stayed up late in the studio with Missus Davenport practicing aerials and stuff,” Trixie groggily answered. Trixie and I said our goodbyes, parting ways with the other dancers. En route to my dorm, Trixie suggested we stop by her room to get something comfy - and not soiled with coffee - to wear.

She opened the door to her dorm and it was like the both of us were spontaneously transported to a Mattel interpretation of Narnia. Pink pearls had been draped over the curtain rod, creating an illusion of fresh pink snow tendrils fallen from the roofs. Fluffy pink scarves adorned the bed rails, acting as floral tassels to the overstuffed bed. It was truly a spectacular sight, in my eyes of course.

“Kotehok, I greatly appreciate your creative integrity, but why so much pink?”

“Oh, well you see,” Trixie explained while she rummaged through a pile of laundry, “it’s my fantasy.” She craned her neck around to smirk at me from her seated spot on the floor. We exchanged a giggled before she had turned back to sort through the clothes.

I gradually migrate to the bed, plopping down comfortably on the frilly pile of blankets that I had assumed accumulated over the course of a few months. Suddenly, an insurmountable urge to lay my haphazard mane of waves down upon the sea of peachy fluff had overcame me, so I did just that. I slid down onto my back, disappearing like a small child. I began to quietly whisper a tune, quite dorkily actually, now that I think about it…

Trixie’s POV

“-Eka-trina Petrov-a Zamolod-ikova, -ut your da- ju-t calls me…Katya.”

I scaned the room quickly, my eyes darted around the room only to have found two boney feet emerged from a puddle of cushion atop my mattress.

“You rotted cunt,” I laughed. Katya’s head popped up from under a faux pelt. “What are you mumbling this time?”

“You know, the usual, just summoning satan to come have sexual intercourse with my decrepit, senile, womanly body,” she massaged her hands over her core, reaching up and pushing up her ample breasts. She concluded this statement with an assembly of wheezes and flailing arms.

Katya exploded off of the bed, landing in fourth position. “Yekatrina.” She transferred her weight onto her forward foot, lunging into it. “Petrovna.” Katya extended onto releve, releasing the tension built up from her back leg and turning a la second. “Zamolodchikova.” Yekatrina planted her back foot and raised her hands up to her face, almost shielding herself. “But your dad just calls me.” She waggled her fingers about, drawing her hands away from her face. “Katya.”

My mouth dropped open and I wildly clapped my hands “Encore, encore!” Katya rolled down to the floor and planted herself beside me. She reached at my forearm, grasping onto it, leaning into my body. A sort of - how do I explain this without sounding overly gushy and sappy - wave of goosebumps and electricity washed down my back and cusped around my toes. I laughed along with Katya and tried to mask my subconscious shiver.

“What time does practice start anyway?” a voice I had never encountered before questioned.

“Wait, you’re not Russian?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m from Boston,” a new accent coated Katya’s voice.

“Seriously, though,” I deadpanned, “where in the hell are you from?”

“I’m really from Boston. My mother is Russian, hence ‘Yekatrina Petrovna Zamolodchikova.’”

“Ah… It’s in like an hour and a half, around ten I think.”

Katya rested her head on my shoulder. The tenseness slowly began to uncoil and I settled into the half-embrace as well. I pulled my phone down from the countertop that we were situated against, scrolling through twitter with my unoccupied hand. Katya had begun to softly stroke my hair, mumbling something that sounded like, “Good kot,” but I’m still not too sure. I scrolled down to a video of a ballerina from Joffrey absolutely eating shit on stage that Pearl retweeted. I moved to show Katya the video, sure that she would have a heart attack watching it, only to realize that she was gingerly snoring, mouth slightly agape, with her head nestled into the crook of my neck. It was nearly time to start getting dressed in our leotards and sew our pointe shoes for practice, but Katya just looked so fuckin’ precious all curled up. I found myself wishing that this wasn’t going to be a one-time deal. I tried to pry this thought from my head, but it had buried itself deep inside the back of my cranium. I guessed it was going to stay there for a few days before I adjusted to Katya’s strange version of friendship, but boy was I wrong.

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Hot Daughter Peeps cont.

CHAPTER TWO

Tracy found what she was looking for on Saturday afternoon, after her mother left the house.

Carol said, "Honey, I think I'll go visit with Tina this afternoon. Bob's gone to a ballgame and she's all alone with the kids. Why don't you just amuse yourself this afternoon and I'll be back around five, to fix dinner?"

"Sure, Mom," Tracy said brightly. "Enjoy yourself. Give Tina a hug for me."

She smiled to herself as she watched from the window as her mother drove away. She didn't believe for a minute that Carol was going to her friends house. That was just an excuse to go meet her secret lover, what's-his-name, Tracy was sure.

She giggled with excitement and pranced into her mother's room. She searched the dresser drawers. She looked under the bed. She found what she was looking for in a shoe box on a closet shelf. She carried the box to her mother's bed and sat down with it.

Inside, she found two rather raunchy magazines, and a long, white plastic dildo with a battery in it. Her blue eyes widened with growing interest as they scanned color photos of men and women fucking in every position possible.

"Oh, wow!" she breathed, her eyes devouring the pictures.

Halfway through the first magazine, she found a huge photo of a beautiful blonde woman sucking the enormous hard-on of a beautiful hunk. The blonde's mouth was stretched wide on that massive cock and Tracy found herself breathing faster and licking her lips as she imagined what cock-sucking must be like.

She turned the pages with fingers that began to tremble a little. Her breathing quickened. Her tits got hard. The tickle in her belly started up. Her pussy tingled.

In the second magazine she found a series of photos of a lovely brunette, stark-naked, fucking herself with a vibrator. They were very instructive, especially since Tracy just happened to have a vibrator at hand.

She lifted the object gingerly in her hand and examined it carefully. It was long and thick and when she turned it on, it vibrated in her fist. She held it tightly and looked at some more of the instructive pictures. Being a bright girl, she quickly put two and two together.

The tickle deep in her belly, which she was beginning to love and crave, started to spread to her tits and cunt. She got warm all over. Driven by a sudden sense of urgency, she jumped to her feet.

With the vibrator firmly in hand, as if she was afraid to set it down anywhere, she ran into the living room and locked the front door. Then she pranced back to her mother's room and quickly pulled the shade down against the bright afternoon sun -- and the watchful eyes of the next-door neighbor, Mr. Benson.

He was an old man to Tracy -- over fifty -- and he always leered at her. She simply avoided him, even though deep down in her heart she felt a little sorry for him. His wife had left him and he lived alone now.

Assured of privacy, she returned to her mother's bed and the exciting photos. Impelled by the demanding tickle in her young belly, she slipped out of her sandals and stripped off her dress. Stark-naked and feeling horny, she sat in the middle of the bed with the magazines and vibrator.

Her curious young eyes glued to a real stiff looking cock standing straight up in the center of the page, all pink and thick and swollen. It looked enormous to her inexperienced eyes and it took her breath away. Free to look at it all she wanted, she examined it carefully.

Her left hand slipped across the glossy picture, as if she could feel the prick. She rubbed it lightly and examined it closely, breathing hotly. Her right hand brought the vibrator over to her exposed young cunt.

She glanced down and guided the plastic dildo over her peach fuzz, then over her puffy young cunt-lips. Her little clit stood up real fast, and she pressed the vibrating device right there.

"Oh!" she gasped.

She didn't know what to do then. Look at the photo or massage her cunt. She got all mixed up and frustrated and anxious and excited, all at once. Breathing heavily though her parted lips, she stroked her pussy up and down with the buzzing vibrator as her eyes ate the picture up.

She stretched her thighs wider and ran the vibrator all over horny young crotch as her shaky fingers turned the pages of the stimulating magazine. Her eyes danced over photos of pricks of every size and shape. She had never seen so many cocks in one place in all her life. It was terribly exciting.

In some pictures, women sucked the stiff cocks. In others, they guided them into their bushy cunts. In yet another, Tracy saw something that really turned her on -- a sexy lady on her hands and knees, sucking a big cock while another handsome guy was fucking her cunt from behind, doggie-fashion.

Inflamed by the photo, she raised the vibrator to her lips and slipped her mouth over it. She turned it off to suck on it slowly and experimentally. Staring hotly at the picture, she worked the sex toy in and out of her mouth and sucked like she knew what she was doing. "Mmmm," she moaned on it.

She liked the feel of it in her young mouth. It stretched her lips nicely, just enough to give her the powerful illusion of actually sucking a huge cock. Making believe she was the pretty woman in the picture, she sucked the dildo hornily and she even had the sense to swirl her tongue round and round on it. A vibrator, she thought, playfully, must be a big girl's lollipop.

The tickle in her belly flared and she lowered the saliva-soaked sex toy to her pussy. She jerked on the bed at the first touch and when she turned it on, she soon realized that a girl can't keep it against her clit for too long at a time. The sensations were mind-boggling.

Her hot young eyes darted to the other cock in the picture, the thick one stuck halfway in the woman's tight cunt. Staring hard, Tracy worked the buzzing dildo up and down her cuntcrack. She inched the tip between her pussylips-and moaned.

Her pussy-hole was wet and the plastic slipped easily along her cunt-slit. She drew the tip of it upward to her quivery little clit, jumped at the touch, then moaned as she slid it wetly back down again. Her pussy twitched and turned against the foreign object.

Looking at the raunchy photo and rubbing her cunt with the vibrator as it buzzed made her pussy very hot. She knew she could cum this way, very easily, more easily than without all this stimulation. And she suddenly understood why her mother owned these toys.

The tickle in her belly had become licking, fucking flames in her young body. Panting softly, she circled her pussy-slot with the end of the dildo. Her cunt started circling, too, in a very horny way. Tracy knew that her hesitation would fly right out the window and that she would fuck on this plastic cock.

Her free hand came over to help. Both hands caressed the sex toy almost affectionately, as if it were attached to a sensitive man. Breathless with anticipation, eager to try it, she inched the end of the toy into her hot, wet pussy-hole. Her cunt-lips parted willingly and her cunt-mouth opened as if it was hungry for the thing.

Just an inch of the thick sex toy wedged in her pussy was enough to make Tracy moan. The thrill that shot through her young body overwhelmed her and she had to lay back on the bed. Her fingers trembled on the dildo as she eased another inch of it into her cunt. "Ohhhh, mama!" she panted.

The buzzing object slid easily into her juicy little cunt-hole and Tracy was pleasantly surprised. She drew her knees up and spread them real wide and guided the vibrator up into her hungry little cunt. It was the experience of her lifetime.

Four inches of the sex toy filled her tight, young pussy and the very end of it nudged her cherry. She was afraid to push it in any farther, so she fucked on the four inches. The buzz traveled through her cunt and even up her quivering little clit. The fuck-feelings drove her crazy.

"Oh, wow," she panted, churning her pussy on the sliding toy. "So this is what it's like! Ohhhh!"

She grew hornier by the second as she fucked herself with the vibrator. Gripping the device more tensely in both hands, she lifted her cute little ass up off the bed and twisted her cunt round and round as she fucked the dildo into her cunt.

Her lovely young body grew taut on the bed and she strained as she fucked on the plastic joy giver. She fucked it into her cunt faster and faster, panting in time with each fuck-thrust. Her eyes glassed over and her lips fell apart as she gasped for breath.

Passion welled up inside her like a floodtide and threatened to drown her in a sea of ecstasy. Her pussy got hotter and hotter and seemed to open wide for the dildo as if to gobble it up. Tracy whimpered and moaned and choked occasionally as she fucked herself silly.

"Fuck!" she suddenly blurted.

She had never used that word. She'd thought only bad girls said such things. But now, in the throes of extreme pleasure, she squealed.

"Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Horny out of her mind, she felt her eyes roll in her head. Her tits tightened up and her ass swirled on the bed as her hands drilled the sex toy into her cunt again and again. She grunted and groaned and even gurgled as she fucked herself good for the first time. How she kept from busting her cherry, she never knew.

Her terribly aroused passion exploded in the middle of her tummy and seemed to streak through her right into her brain and pussy. The incredible pressure of her mounting passion was enough to render her senseless. Mind-boggling rushes of feeling made her fuck hornily on the sex toy.

"Uh-uh-uhhhh," she grunted like a hot little animal.

Her tits grew tight and her pink nipples spiked hard. Her young hips twisted violently and her cute little ass churned. Her pussy-mouth sucked wetly on the drilling dildo as it reamed in and out of her cunt. It was her best orgasm ever.

"Ohhhh, wowwwww," she cooed as she came.

The dam burst in her heaving belly and cummy pleasure flooded her body. She humped and writhed hotly on the bed as she fucked herself with her mother's vibrator. She grit her teeth as surge after surge of orgasmic joy rippled through her young body. Her wet pussy spasmed repeatedly as her hot ass bounced happily on the bed.

"Oh, ohh, ohhhhh," she moaned as she surrendered to the overwhelming climax.

She gave herself up to it completely and she was beautiful on the bed, rocking and jerking with the buzzing dildo plunging into her soaked pussy.

"Ummmm," she moaned finally and a trembling finger turned the vibrator off.

She pulled another inch of it up into her cunt and held it lodged there. She shut her thighs and rolled onto her side, then lay there panting for breath as her pussy choked the sex toy. Her eyes closed lazily and a slow smile curled her pretty lips. She curled up with the dildo in her cunt as contentedly as she had curled up with her teddy bear when she was a little girl.

She didn't know she had dozed off until the ringing of the telephone awakened her abruptly. She gasped and bolted up. She started to swing her legs off the bed when the movement reminded her that the vibrator was still, stuck up her pussy. She giggled and quickly pulled the dildo out of her cunt, all wet and glistening.

The phone rang again and in a panic, Tracy tried to conceal the magazines and the vibrator under the pillows. It took a second for her to realize that the caller couldn't see her. Then she laughed at herself and lifted the phone on the third ring. It was her mother.

"Tracy, honey, I know I promised to be back at five to fix dinner, but Tina really needs me here. Would you mind fixing yourself a TV dinner?"

Tracy stood naked with one hand between her hot thighs, gently rubbing her purring pussy.

"Not at all, Mom. No problem. When do you think you'll be home?"

"I'll try to be home by ten. Okay? You can watch television until I get there."

Tracy inserted a naughty finger up into her recently fucked cunt and smiled with pleasure. "Sure, Mom," she said brightly. "Take your time. I'll be all right."

"Make sure all the doors are locked," Carol reminded her.

"They already are, Mom."

"Good girl. Enjoy your evening. See you around ten."

Tracy hung up the phone, feeling suddenly free and happy. She had the whole house to herself until ten o'clock. Her blue eyes danced over the magazines and the vibrator and her young tits rose up.

"I can have an orgy!" she laughed.

She didn't bother dressing at all. She pranced into the kitchen and fixed herself peanut butter sandwiches and cold milk. She ate quickly, anxious to return to the bedroom. As she ate, she thought about her mother. She must be having lots of fun with that guy, she concluded.

On her way to her mother's room, she stopped in her own, intending to pull the shade. Instead, she froze at the window and her heart leaped into her throat. In the house next door, just across the driveway, was another window. Inside, seated naked on his sofa with his fist full of stiff cock, was Al Benson.

Tracy's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp as her young eyes traveled all over the nude guy who was slowly jerking on his prick. Then her eyes focused on that spot, the big fist gripping a cock so tightly, moving up and down so sexily. She blushed.

As if caught in a naughty act, she suddenly whirled away from the window and pressed her back against the wall, breathing rapidly, half from fright, half from excitement.

"Holy cow!" she rasped.

Her young mind tried to take it all in at once. This was different than looking at a photo of a man jerking his prick. This was for real. Maybe he had to do that now that his wife was gone. Poor man.

Tracy suddenly laughed at herself. What was she frightened about? So the man was horny? So what? So was she. And she got herself off with the vibrator. Why shouldn't Mr. Benson masturbate?

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vintage-story-time · 3 years

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 19 "Mmmmhmmmm....oh..yeahyeah....ohGodthat'sgooooood!" Elizabeth groaned as her brother worked his tongue into her stimulated pussyslit. She loved being licked and Jim certainly had a calling for it. She had led him to her bed for their sinful morning session, preferring its king-size space to the smaller bed in his room. Besides which, she had all kinds of lubricants and sexual paraphernalia in the nightstands in case Jim wanted to try anything unusual; she could almost bet that he would want to take her in the ass after his comment at the table and her current position could only remind him of that untried treasure. When they had entered the bedroom, she had cast her robe to the floor as she walked to the bed. Without looking back at him, she had yanked the cover and sheets down on her side of the bed and then crawled on the bed to complete the process on Julie's side.

She had heard his shorts hit the floor and had felt his eyes drinking in the sight of her puckered poopshoot and the clam-like folds of her sex, nestling in the junction of her parted thighs. She lingered in that position, even arched her back a little to accentuate the sight. She didn't have to wait long for Jim to join her on the bed. The bed sagged, hands grabbed her ass and his nose and mouth dove into her inviting cuntcrack. "Oh, yeaahhhhh.....God, Jim!.....aaahhhyeaahhhh......eat me, baby!" His tongue began teasing the opening of her vagina; rimming, licking, squashing itself against the mouth of her cunt while his nose snorted hot air against the taut skin just below her asshole. Elizabeth hunched her ass in his face, moving her saliva-soaked slit up and down, feeling Jim's tongue cruise the length of her wet pink gash. "OOOOoohhhhhfuckyeah...mmmmmHHHMMMMMM!" Elizabeth's fingers tried to dig holes in the mattress as his left hand reached around and moved up to find her hanging tits. His fingers latched onto her left nipple and he shook her titflesh like a dog worrying a bone. At the same time, his tongue forced its way into her pussymouth. "OHGOD.....MMMMM.....that's it!....fuck me with your TONGUE!" she gasp as she shifted her weight onto her left elbow and threw her right hand between her legs to rub her clitty. Her fingers buffed her joybutton and beat against her brother's bobbing chin as his stiffened tongue probed her fiery furrow. The combination was too much for her and she felt her loins tear open in her first orgasm of the hardly begun day. Squealing like a banshee, she mashed her jittering womanhood against her brother's face, her cuntmouth clamping down on his buried tongue. Jim felt Beth begin to lose it and he fucked his tongue in as far as he could. Her syrupy quim got incredibly tight all at once, then it began loosening and squeezing over and over as her wails reverberated through out her bedroom. 'Fuck, she's juicing!' he thought as fresh pulses of pussy juice spilled around his twisting tongue. Beth flailed her cunt around so strongly that his tongue came out of her lush hole with a loud slurping sound. Jim breathing hard, watched her fingers dip up into her drenched slit, more juice oozed between her fingers as she fingerfucked herself through the end of her orgasm. After a moment, his sister slumped forward on her stomach as she drew her glistening fingers from her sated pussy. Jim, on his knees between her spread legs, ran his hand over her soft rear end. "Enjoy that?" he said and his sister rose up on her elbows and looked back at him. Her smile said it all. He ran his finger into the sexy cleft of her asscheeks. "I know what you're thinking," Beth said, "and we're going to need some lube if you want to try it." Jim's cock felt painfully hard as it was and the thought of assfucking Beth was almost too exciting. He'd never even get it in before he came, it was just too lewd and he was way to wound up. "There's nothing I rather try but I wouldn't last at all," he motioned to his extremely stiff erection, "it wouldn't even be a fuck...more like a quick deposit." Beth giggled and rolled on her back, raising one long stripper leg past his face as it cleared his crouched form. "Don't sweat it...we've got all day," his sister said as she rose back up on her elbows. "Would you like a blowjob?...it seems only fair that I return the favor." "Yeah, that would be great!" Jim agreed quickly. Her mouth had been on his dick in both of their previous sex sessions, once he hadn't known it was her but last night he'd known it was Beth's lips wrapped around his dick and BLAMMO, he'd gotten hard again real quick. Now she was offering to suck him off! "Well, come on," Beth said, remaining still. Jim crawled up toward her head, expecting her to roll over on her side and use her hand to hold him while she blew him. But she stayed on her elbows, her face turning to follow him. "Climb on me .. straddle me," she

said up to him. "Sit on my chest and put that dick in my mouth!" 'Oh, man! This is awesome!' Jim thought as he swung his right knee over Beth's reclining figure and his hands reached down to cup her slightly flattened titties which were now just in front of his thighs. His dick jerked over them at the new feeling of power he had now....his sister's mouth was just in front of him. "All right, sis, open wide!" he said and she lustfully complied, her tongue laying out on her lower lip like a red carpet. He moved further up her body, feeling a nipple on the inside of his leg as he leaned over her, resting his weight on his left hand as his right fisted his shaft and pushed his bloated head down to her waiting mouth. Looking down his body, he watched his cockhead push through her parted lips and he lovingly humped Beth's hot mouth full of his crimson cock. "Awwww, yeaaahhh....Jesus....suck it!" he encouraged his big sister as he let go of his cock and his other hand swung out to support his weight. 'God, my baby brother is hung!' Elizabeth thought as her lips stretched around Jim's superhard whopper. He seemed much bigger than he had at the Whipping Post and she took that as a sign that he, indeed, wasn't going to last very long. "Jesus....suck it!" she heard him call out above her and she went to work with her tongue as he began a slow fucking motion between her lips. She closed her eyes and let Jim screw her mouth as her hands gripped his shins. Neither of them heard the front door open and close, even though the bedroom door was wide open.

#MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler #Chapter 19

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aqconfessions · 7 years

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Ok I've got a serious question. In that fic CuntCracker, like, it's set in a ballet/dance academy. they have uniforms in those schools. generally strict uniforms. why would Violet (in the "pilot" chapter) wear anything near that gets her described as a bondage brat? like I'm pretty sure the fic isn't a parody or whatnot so like ? it just seems weird. idk if im just being low-key picky but it seems to be a weird choice ~ Antigone.

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bornoflight-archive-blog · 12 years

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hi ily we need to talk more lol.

I know, I loveee you! gimme your aim.

#cuntcracker

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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CuntCracker Chpt 1 (trixya: lesbian ballet au) - pastelcholita

A/N: Hi babes! I’m back at it again. I really appreciate any feedback, constructive criticism included. Thank you to Tiffany and Vixen for helping me “expose” this as well. I’m planning on adding a new chapter every three days, but we’ll see how that holds up with the semester finals coming up. The next chapter is bomb af, so I might add it sooner, depending on my speed and accuracy in the literature realm. (Why do I speak like an old woman) Love you all <3 Enjoy!!!

-pastelcholita

PS. Warning for foul language and somewhat crass humor

Trixie’s POV:

I tug the straps of my baby pink leotard over my chest. I swear to whatever God, I had changed at least seven times that day, searching for something conservative yet stylish. And let me be the first one to tell you that meeting both of these requirements is a bitch when looking at a piece of fabric that covers about a third of your body.

I shifted uncomfortably in the full length mirror. Today was just not my day. This particular leotard rode up between my ass cheeks, revealing parts that no one except for myself should have to see.

I pulled at the thigh hem, scratching my nails against my tawny skin. Just another blemish I’ll have to cover up.

“That can’t be even slightly appropriate for class, Trix.”

I turned around to face the apparently stoned girl. “It can’t be even slightly appropriate to get high on Xanax before auditions, Pearl.”

She rolled her eyes, a menacing smirk cast on her face, shaking her head.

“Here,” she grunted and tossed a peach halter top leotard with a thick alabaster ribbon that tied around the waist. A wave of nerves washed over my physique. Knowing that Pearl is as thin as she is, a was immediate unconfident that I would be able to squeeze myself into the beautiful outfit.

“Don’t twist your tits about it. I bought it for you as a Christmas present, but seeing as you cannot settle on any one thing, you can have it now.”

I slung my arms around her neck immediately. You really have some great friends, don’t you Trixie…

“Now get out there and kick some ballerina ass.”

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“Okay, so today, dancers,” Miss Edwards exclaimed, “y’all be split into three groups depending on which roles y’all are auditioning for. First act, second act A, second act B. So if you’d sit down, we can get this gig started.”

The upperclassmen all congregated, a few giggles and one howling laugh eliciting from the group. Pearl just rolled her eyes, but I couldn’t help but mindlessly join the laughter. What creature is capable of making that sound.

“I’m gonna ask Miss Violet and Miss Fame to come over here to group number one.”

“Ganjy, get yourself over here.”

Miss Edwards continued to rattle off the names of various students until I was left standing alone where my companions had once flocked. I faltered shyly from foot to foot, suddenly feeling over-exposed.

“Miss Trixie, group two b.”

I padded over to the group. A familiar warm hand met the small of my back.

“Nice to see you again, kotehok.” The blonde, need I say extremely attractive, Russian.

To my surprise, we struck up a conversation quite easily. She was quite enchanting in that sense.

“What dance are you trying out for,” I quizzed.

“I am almost definite on the Chinese Tea dance,” she, Katya I learned, deadpanned. Very quickly, I realized the irony in her answer and erupted into an explosion of relentless laughs.

“No, but truly, Arabian Coffee is sexy for a girl like me,” Katya shimmied her ample breasts in a hilariously pornographic fashion. “And you, Trixie?”

“Anything, to be honest. I’m here for the recognition of it all, not so much the specifications.”

Katya’s POV:

What a strange girl. A keeper, most definitely. Such a young soul shrouded in a bubble gum fantasy. I found myself becoming intrigued quite frequently by the girl. I instinctively giggled and made remarks lathered in sarcasm in an effort to divert Trixie from my crystal clear infatuation. I sincerely began to hope that we would be cast in the same dance, or that she would, as conceited as it sounds, be my understudy so we could practice alongside one another.

“Katie,” Trixie playfully shoved my shoulder. The sudden excitement traveled down my spine and twisted through my nerves, igniting my most sensitive areas. “I think we’re beginning now.”

~~~~

During group auditions, I subconsciously kept an eye on Trixie. The way her soft, curvy body glided through the air as she leapt to left-stage caused my stomach to flutter. Her pirouettes were near perfect, although I may have been biased because the sight of Trixie’s ass as her leotard began to ride up was satisfying all of my lesbian wiles.

When class broke for water, Trixie pranced to the back of the classroom, removing a flamingo colored water bottle from her ballet bag.

“Mind letting me have a sip, mishka?”

“No thanks. I don’t let big titted Russian dancers get their lips even remotely close to mine.”

“Oh, come on. I gave up hooking a month before I moved here,” I couldn’t help but howl. Trixie’s mouth leisurely dropped open and her head dropped back.

These small interactions had fuelled my expressive, joyous performance for the day. I felt as if I were a daisy in a field affixed on the sunny west-coast. Might’ve not been the best emotions to yield during a supposedly sexy routine, but hey, I was happy and free of any worries. Funny how one sarcastic little ballerina Barbie could help you discover the happiness in sultry movements. I had a few “sultry movements” including the aforementioned dancer I would like to experiment with later, if ya know what I mean.

“Okay, girls! Auditions are concluded! The roles should be posted sometime tomorrow after lunch,” Miss Edwards bellowed to the entirety of Group 2B.

I privately mourned for myself. I would have to wait at least until the next rehearsal, assuming we both made the final list, until I saw Trixie again. It could be worse. I could be in a group with Laganja…

~~~

“A goddamn party girl, again!” Adore groaned. I let out a breathy laugh, flapping my limbs all over the place.

Aside from Adore’s dilemma, most everyone was pleased with their roles.

Across the corridor, I spotted my favorite rosy dancer.

“Tracy,” I welcomed, embracing the younger girl. “How are you, котенок.”

“You know, the usual. Sucking the toes of fellow ballerinas to make an extra buck.” My eyes began to water with pure hilarity.

“Do you know your part yet?” I questioned.

Trixie deadpanned. “I’m your understudy.” She scowled at me, almost hating me momentarily. Her mask cracked and a wide, toothy grin plastered itself on her cheeks. “I’m kidding,” she slapped my bicep, “I’m a candy cane. Ironic, isn’t it?”

“Ooo, yum,” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, pretending to lick her cheek.

I excused myself from the conversation briefly. My eyes settled on the final cut list, scanning down until I landed on my name.

“Katya Zamolodchikova…………..Coffee”

My chest filled with a concoction of happiness and delirity. My mind stupidly wandered to a question that I’d been asking myself since the end of auditions the previous day.

Would I be able to impress Trixie into dipping her candy cane into my coffee? Okay, nevermind that sounds corny and disgusting. But, will Trixie and I have potential as something more than a friendship?

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Hot Daughter Peeps

CHAPTER ONE

Tracy Arnold cut across the vacant lot between her school and the street where she lived. She was anxious to get home because just yesterday, in the privacy of her room, she had made her pussy cum for the first time. She had been rubbing it a lot lately but this was the first time the "magic" happened. She was eager to work some more magic.

Passing an excavation spot, she heard a dog whine and whimper. Tracy liked animals and it bothered her to think a dog might be hurting. So she climbed up the dirt mound and looked down into the hole. Her blue eyes went wide and her jutting young tits rose up in the tightness of her little T-shirt...

"Oh, wow!" she breathed.

There were two dogs there, a big black one and a smaller white one. The black one was on top of the white one, humping his haunches wildly. It was the white one that was doing all the whimpering.

Tracy knew about dogs in heat from a class in school, but she had never actually seen two animals fucking. The reality hit her like a ton of bricks. A strange wave of heat passed through her young body and she shuddered a little as she watched the male dog fucking the whining female.

Mesmerized by the fucking animals, Tracy parted her lips and her breathing quickened as she stared. To her amazement, a familiar tickle started up in the middle of her belly, the tickle she thought could happen only when she was playing with herself.

"Golly," she rasped hotly.

Her young eyes burned into the horny scene below. The big black dog seemed to have the white one in captivity. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he humped furiously with vicious strokes. The female dog whimpered mournfully as the brutal fucking went on and on.

Tracy had often wondered what it was like to have a cock in her pussy and now she really wondered. Her virginal curiosity got the best of her and she went down into the dip and sat on the hillside for a closer look. She couldn't see as well as she wanted to but her young imagination was in flames.

The tickle deep in her belly grew fingers that reached down into her pussy. Her cunt got so tingly she thought she'd pee. She was short of breath and starry-eyed as she watched the fucking animals.

The tickle in her pussy was a temptation she couldn't resist, an itch she had to scratch. With her eyes glued to the dogs, her hand slipped up between her thighs under her short blue skirt. Her slender fingers pulled the crotch of her pink panties to the side, then touched the hotness of her pussy.

Her pussy felt different, better, hotter than usual. Her cunt-lips felt soft and velvety and when she inched one finger between them she found her pussy-slit was all wet.

"Ummm," she hummed softly as two fingers and then three caressed her hot little cunt.

The tickle in her belly grew wilder and stronger with her fingers moving like that and she heaved a sigh of pleasure. She had never played with her pussy out of doors before and there was something extra exciting about that. It felt too good to stop.

The black dog fucked the brains out of the female, and Tracy was sure that had to hurt a lot. Was his prick too big for the girl dog's pussy? Maybe that's why she was whimpering so loudly. Or was she whimpering with pleasure? Tracy couldn't tell.

All she knew for sure was that watching them fuck made her pussy awfully horny, hornier than it had ever been that she could remember. She had never seen anybody fuck before, not even in pictures.

Her eyes lit up when the bitch started fucking back at the black dog and panting like a whore. Tracy was panting, too, rubbing her wet cunt faster now. She slipped her other hand down there to help and it felt even better.

She ran a finger up and down her juicy cuntcrack and shivered when her fingertips touched her clit. It was stiff! And sensitive! And tingly!

"Oh, wow!" she breathed again.

Her naughty fingers parted her pussy-lips and a lone finger rubbed her nice feeling clit. She watched the dogs hornily and massaged her clit vigorously as super feelings shot through her. Her clit erected like a big girl's and Tracy felt like a big girl as she toyed with it.

The pussy-massage heated her up. Her pretty face flushed and the blush spread over her throat and even warmed her taut young tits. They cried for some attention so Tracy lifted a hand to play with them, too. They weren't big yet. Just perky enough to start attracting boys -- and make grown men nervous.

She played with them through the light material of her T-shirt and her little pink nipples spiked. Her mother hadn't bought her a bra yet, so her tits were naked in the shirt. Tracy liked that. It made them so available to her naughty hands.

Her erotic attention shifted from the fucking dogs to herself. She moaned softly as one hand aroused her nipples and the other aroused her clit. The tickle in her belly stretched out to excite both her tits and her pussy.

Breathing body, she dipped a lone finger into her juicy little cunt-hole and wet it, then smeared the silky fluid over her protruding young clit. The sensation was even better than it had been the day before. Her clit tingled like crazy for her and she gave a sensuous giggle as she massaged it.

It happened so suddenly that she almost fell over. Her cunt creamed. She uttered a little cry and thrust both hands into her horny young crotch. One clawed at her pussy while the other frigged her clit. One finger slipped into her juicy little pussy-hole and she twitched on it.

Her spasms grew more violent than yesterday's. Her young hips quivered and her cute little ass bounced in the dirt and her pussy humped on her drilling finger. The dogs fucked and Tracy frigged herself. Finally her head fell back and she gasped hotly as she finger-fucked her horny young cunt. Her tits ached and her nipples spiked and her ass twitched hornily and she came like crazy.

"Oh, ohh, ohhhh!" she moaned, losing her senses. "It feels soooo gooooood! Ummmm, I'm so hot! Ew, ewww, ewwww! It's cumming! It's cummmiiinnnggg!"

She gasped for breath and jerked violently from head to toe as she got her cookies. She whimpered like the bitch getting fucked, then she laughed erotically as shudders of ecstasy rippled through her.

Right in the middle of her wonderful orgasm it came to her that she was not in her room. Her blue eyes shot open and saw the sky, then the fucking animals, then her surroundings. With her finger firmly wedged up her cunt, she gasped and choked.

"Oh, my God! I gotta stop! Somebody will see me!"

But her pussy had full sway of her now. It demanded release. It was a virgin cunt, not used to cumming. It seemed to crave that now and Tracy was helpless to stop it from getting what it wanted. With a long groan, she laid back and finger-fucked her pussy until it stopped jerking and twisting so violently.

"Oh, wow!" she panted. "Oh, golly! Wow!" When she had her breath back, she pushed herself to her feet. She left the animals fucking and hurried home, a little weak-kneed and breathless. She secretly wished she'd had a camera.

"I'll never get to see anything like that again!" she told herself.

She was wrong. That very night she got to see something far more stimulating. She saw her own mother getting fucked. Tracy had thought that her mother, Carol, was sexless. Weren't all mothers? Even divorced ones? But Tracy learned the facts of life that night.

It began innocently enough. After dinner, Carol gave Tracy five dollars and encouraged her to go to the movies. At first Tracy was delighted but as sir pt a sweater and prepared to leave, she began to wonder. Why was her mother being so nervous all of a sudden? How come she, Tracy, could go to a movie on a school night? What was going on?

There was only way to find out. She simply didn't go to the movies. With the curiosity for which teens are famous, she stole around to the back of the house and let herself in the kitchen door. She slipped out of her sandals and tiptoed to the hall closet. She hid in there until she heard her mother answer the door.

It was a long wait, so Tracy finger-fucked her pussy until she heard the front doorbell ring. Then she scampered to her feet and peeked out. Her mother opened the door and a tall, handsome man came in.

"Hi, again," he said with a nice grin on his face.

"Hi," Carol said.

To Tracy's complete amazement, they embraced right there at the door, mouth to mouth and crotch to crotch.

"Is your daughter out?" the man asked. "Of course. Do you think I'd be acting this way if she were here?"

The man laughed. "Are you still as horny as you said?"

"Hornier since I saw you this afternoon."

"Good. Because I'm sure horny for you." Tracy couldn't believe her ears, which were already burning. Her eyes stared hard at the couple as they made their way to the sofa. Her breath caught in her throat when the big man lowered Carol to the sofa and ran his hand up between her thighs under her dress.

"Mmmmm," Carol moaned, opening her legs wide.

Tracy ogled as the man's hand wrestled with her mother's tight panties. He yanked them aside and a big finger disappeared into her cunt. Then Tracy saw her mother's hand fumble with the man's zipper and get his cock out. It was the biggest cock Tracy had ever even dreamed of seeing!

"Let's get undressed," Carol rasped hotly. Tracy was appalled that her own mother would be the one to suggest such a thing. Was this what she was really like? A horny bitch in heat? No wonder I'm a horny girl!

The clothes came off both of them and they embraced again, naked. Tracy stared hotly as they kissed and the man squeezed Carol's hot ass. When they broke the kiss and moved again, Tracy saw the man's prick. It was even bigger now than before!

"Give it to me," Carol rasped, spreading herself out on the sofa.

Tracy swallowed hard and licked her lips nervously as the man mounted her mother and drilled all of his enormous cock into her waiting, willing cunt.

Tracy covered her mouth with her hand to keep from gasping out loud. Her other hand flew to her pussy and she rubbed it frantically as the man's big cock plunged and plunged into Carol's twisting, humping cunt.

"Ohhh, it's been so long," Carol cried out, happy as a hooker. "Give it to me! Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me!"

The man was obviously just as horny as Carol. He rammed all of his prick into her cunt and fucked her brains put, grunting like an animal.

"God, what a tight cunt!" he groaned hornily. "Baby, it has been a while for you! Fuck, honey, fuck! Here it comes! Baby, I'm going to shoot a giant load into your pussy!"

"Yes, yes, yesss!" Carol screeched.

Her lovely legs flew into the air in a magnificent V. The man's cock drilled into her cunt. His hairy balls slapped at her curvy ass. He fucked her brutally until Tracy thought her mother was getting killed.

"Ohhhh!" Carol shrieked, quivering all over.

"I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!"

Tracy could hardly breathe as she watched the guy pump his load of jism into her mother's hungry cunt. She fingerfucked her pussy feverishly as she watched them fuck. It was kind of special, as well as exciting, to see her mother getting fucked like that.

Incredibly hot now, Tracy decided that she should be naked, too. She stripped off her clothes and felt better naked. This way she was free to play with her tits and nipples and pussy and clit, all at the same time. She was about to ease the door shut so she could get herself off a good one when her mother did a strange thing.

Carol sat next to the man after the fucking and caressed his wet prick. "That was too fast," she said softly, eyes sparkling. "Let's slow down."

Slow down, Tracy thought. I thought they were finished.

But Carol was just starting. Divorced and fuckless for two years, she was horny out of her mind, ready to do anything for a stiff cock.

To Tracy's amazement, Carol dropped to her knees in front of the man and took his prick into her mouth.

She's gonna suck it! she thought hotly.

The man's cock enlarged immediately and got stiffer by the minute as Carol's hot lips closed around his velvety cockhead. It grew and grew in her expert hands as they stroked and jerked and caressed. Then her mouth slid down on his thick cockshaft and Tracy couldn't believe how much of that enormous prick she could take into her mouth.

Carol's fingers stroked his prick and her mouth sucked it harder. The man groaned so loud that Tracy heard it and sent a thrill through her for some unknown reason. As Carol blew the man's cock, Tracy finger-fucked her pussy crazily, panting as quietly as she could.

Carol gave a hot moan as she sucked the mighty prick, something she'd been missing for some time. It felt good in her mouth and she sucked it with passion. She knew if she got it big and stiff again, she would get fucked, and that's what she wanted and needed.

Tracy could see her mother's hunger. It was obvious in the way she slid her mouth up and down that monstrous hard-on. How could she get her mouth around it, Tracy wondered as she rubbed her clit hard.

When the man's prick was enormous, Carol stopped sucking on it and stood up, tall and beautifully naked. She gave a short laugh and Tracy gasped to see her suddenly sit up on the back of the sofa and spread her legs wide.

"Eat my pussy, Phil," she murmured. "Lick it and suck it and get me horny for your prick."

"Oh, wow!" Tracy breathed to herself.

The man attacked Carol's cunt with his lips, teeth and tongue. Tracy's eyes bulged in her head as she saw how the man ate pussy. It looked like he was chewing her mother's cunt. And she knew when his tongue was stuck up her pussy by the way Carol shrieked with joy.

"Ohhhh, nowwww!" Carol wailed hornily. "I'm so hot! Fuck me again, Phil! Ohhhh, fuck meeee!"

Tracy's soaked finger drilled in and out of her juicy cunt and she came wetly again as she watched the man fuck her mother on the floor this time. His huge cock drilled unmercifully in and out of Carol's humping pussy. It was a sight Tracy would never forget. It made her wonder what it would be like to have a big cock fucking into her own pussy.

This naughty thought turned her on something fierce. She spread her feet apart and pushed her hips forward. Then she drilled all of her finger up into her wet pussy and fucked on it faster and faster.

"Here it comes!" the man named Phil hollered.

"Give it to me!" Carol shrieked. "Ohhhh, shoot your load into me! Ummmmm, you don't know how good that feels! Ohhhh, I can feel your prick exploding in me! Give it to me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

"Oh, golly," Tracy panted hotly, and creamed all over her playful fingers. She shook and shuddered with orgasm almost as wildly as her mother did.

The couple relaxed after the hot fucking and they kissed a lot. Their hands never stayed still and Tracy wondered about that. How come parents tell girls not to touch themselves when their own hands are going crazy?

"I could fuck you all night," Phil said hotly. "No, you can't," Carol laughed. "Tracy will be coming in soon."

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he wanted to know.

"You sure can. Why don't you come early while she's in school? You can fuck me all day."

"Are you serious? Will you give it to me tomorrow, just like that?"

"Just like that," Carol cried like a love smitten schoolgirl. "You don't know how hard it's been to go without for so long. I'd love to fuck you tomorrow, and the next day, too, if you want to. I don't ever want to use that damned vibrator again!"

Vibrator? Tracy thought curiously. What vibrator?

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