1. Uncle Lucas and Vikki - EDITED


    Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, Incest, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    fight with you too, baby," he politely adds. His voice tolls like sweet music into my ears. I am lured to dance to its sugar-like rhythm. "I just want to fuck you. Doing it hard, I mean. We love each other, don't we?" Having said this, he pushes himself up—aiming for my lips. I lick him back, fruitfully keeping myself from blowing out. Delightfully, he digs his fingers down my clit, wetting me all the more and getting me ready for a satisfying round of solid sex. I am going to fuck him soon. Non-stop until there is not an ounce of strength remaining in me. I lay my hand down, fondling my clit. I must give him a helping hand. While we aggressively kiss, I press my fingers into my clit. They immediately collide with his. My head wheels in pleasure, steering me to every height imaginable. His fingers crashing with mine, the friction mounts up—higher, faster. In a couple of minutes, I win my first round of an orgasm. "I love you, Victoria. Nothing in this world is going to separate you from me." I love these words. They make me want to fuck him harder than I would have had—had he not said anything. I pour out pussy cum, drenching not only his hands, but mine as well. "I love you too, Uncle Lucas." He pulls his cum-soaked fingers out of me, sniffing them. His eyes balloon with excitement. I don't see anything funny about that. He laughs at me all of a sudden. I am burning with unquenchable desire, longing to ask what it exactly is that he sees ridiculous about me cumming. He ...
    slips his fingers into my mouth, making me lick my own cum. It is yummy. I am going make tea out of it, I swear. Next, he unties the buttons on my shirt, squeezing my breasts with his two hands. I grind my teeth, feeling my nipples tickle eerily. The sensation tastes delicious. It flows all over my blood, penetrating every organ. I have never felt anything like this before. "That is surely breathtaking, Lucas," I tell him with a content grin. "Can you please do it again?" He smirks at me coldly. "You mean to say you enjoyed it?" His erection keeps growing hard. I feel it pound when I accidentally knock my thigh against it. No, he has not unclothed himself yet. My legs are fast turning into jelly. I am going to perish from too much pleasure, it seems. "Do it once more, Uncle Lucas," I plead him. I wind myself down so I can lick his lips. He sticks two fingers into my clit, repeating the punch. It is not my wish to keep my eyes fastened. He surprisingly pulls back from licking my mouth, proceeding to suck my nipples as an alternative. Gosh! I feel like I am being electrocuted....with sugar mixed with tickles. I want to giggle, at the top of my voice. I want to weep as a matter of fact. I cannot do it. What is he doing to me? I don't feel myself anymore. With this finished, he switches his hands to my breasts and nips them the second time. He does it with force, like I am a lifeless patient lying down on a hospital bed, where he—the doctor—is scheming to awaken me by means of ...