1. The day my stepdad destroyed my beautiful pussy


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    cake - you can have me and eat me at the same time.' Ian didn't laugh at that, but nodded and smiled broadly, a look of curious admiration shading his face, the like of which I had never seen. He growled. 'I fucking love you, Alex.' He leaned back in his rickety chair, rested his head against the sickly green wall and slid down in his seat. His ripped blue jeans rode up, making his bulging crotch even more impressive than usual. The tight white T-shirt also rode up, exposing a tanned crescent of his taut abs. Females old and young were staring. Men were staring too. And it was no secret as to why: from the top of his spiky platinum head to the tips of his turquoise toenails, he was gorgeous. Not only that, but he was a fucking genius too. Maths, physics, English, drama, music, football, nothing seemed too difficult for him, no skill was beyond him. I loved him, and it was plain to all that he loved me too. But not like that. Not in a boy-loves-girl way. He fucked men. He sucked men. He was regularly fucked and sucked by men, and habitually told me all about it in lurid graphic detail. And though I giggled and rolled my eyes, gasped extravagantly and punched his arm playfully, it broke my heart. Lifting his lithe arms and spreading his elbows like wings, he rested his hands behind his head and spoke quietly, as though to a particularly attentive ceiling. 'I know it's just far-fetched stupid stuff to you, but it means a lot to me. I believe it. I thought you of all people ...
    would understand.' I rested my elbows on my bare knees and leaned forwards while nudging the box mere millimetres with a tatty old red Vann, till it aligned perfectly with the vinyl floor tiles. I turned my head to him, the pressing reason for our being there threatening to bring tears to my eyes once more. I squeezed them down and curled my lip. 'Believe it? You talk like it's a fucking religion or something.' He was matter of fact. 'It is.' More ruffled feathers. A growl. A distant muffled meow. Ian sat forwards, his elbows-on-knees posture mimicking my own, and pressed his body close to mine. He smelt delicious, a heady mix of manliness and femininity. His warm breath tickled my ear and, as he spoke, my twitching cunt oozed. 'Religion gives people rules to live by and in a similar way quantum mechanics dictates how I act. It reins me in, makes me deliberate on the...' he glanced around the motley crowd of hushed humans and their sickly beasts, 'the consequences of my actions.' The stark contrast between my body's demands and my mind's impotence both frustrated and angered me, turned my response into an excessive sneer. 'Yeah? Like when?' But I knew when, knew it with all my heart. Whenever he spoke. Whenever he acted. Whatever he said or did, it was obvious he had thought it through, considered its effect on those around him. So did he know my lips were aching to kiss him? Know my knickers were dripping wet for him? No. They were effects he could never have imagined, for I had ...
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