No Taboo Phone Sex with Bunny, A Date with Your Daughter Part 2

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For someone as purportedly intelligent as my ex-wife, she had acted foolishly during this round, game, or whatever, most likely out of jealousy combined with disgust or phony moral outrage. She despised not having a man under her thumb... or did she? Perhaps she understood I was attractive to females my age, and her sex appeal was narrower. She was definitely in MILF/cougar area, but in some circles, that was considered a fetish or kink. Sure, it was popular, but she realized her dating possibilities were limited compared to before. This may make her famous or notorious, but it would probably be bad for her legal welfare.

After that date with my daughter, which was fairly normal until a few drinks, it was clear that my ex-wife wanted to tell me something.

When I hung up the phone on her and walked away from the screen, she gave me another FaceTime request. I responded, and she chuckled, despite her obvious embarrassment about the sex tape she had just sent me. Her face was red, and I saw that she was still naked. I wasn't sure if she threw up her son's jizz or not, but the way he appeared behind her indicated that she had a grasp on him. She then dragged him into a deep-tongued kiss, which I of course recorded.

"Two can play that game, as you can see. Do you want to diddle our daughters? I can make sweet love to my son. You like incest... fair enough... so do I. I've probably been reading the same writers online as you, well, maybe not all of the same. Now we both have our own dark secrets of taboo or forbidden love affairs. By the way, did Bunny's tight pussy make up for her smaller bust? I heard that you went bareback in her... I hope that there's no baby from that. It could get awkward if there is," She smiled triumphantly as if she won some unexpected victory over me.

That's when it struck me. My ex-wife tried to make me jealous... Maybe it was a projection, and she was jealous of herself. Why else would she be upset by the thought of darling Bunny's "tight pussy," as she described it? Why would she compare Bunny's best feature to her own? Her breasts? Well, granted, my ex was somewhat... Busty, and had been for years. Why would she still be envious after all these years? She didn't still have a flame for me after all these years, even though she cheated on me.

"Nice to hear from you, too, honey," I told her abruptly and dismissively as I hung up.

She tried to get me back on there, but I was not interested. I wasn't sure if this was a one-time occurrence aimed at getting under my skin, but I knew she was putting herself in a lot greater danger with her activities than I was with what happened accidentally last night. I was aware that there was a legal risk. I knew that if she had done this merely to fuck with me, her son would feel manipulated, duped, exploited, or whatever. Personally, I considered that the terms "exploitation" and "objectification" signified something unavoidable in life and human relationships. Even so, others could feel that way, or at least be persuaded and deceived, even Brian, my ex-wife's only son.

That was when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it out of curiosity, and to my surprise, all three of my daughters burst through it. Wait, how did they get here so fast? Did they use Uber or something? Do they have the funds for this? They presumably would have pooled them and relied on me for the return trip. I instinctively hugged and kissed all three of them just as one of them responded to my ex-wife's next effort to reach me.

"Oh, hi, Mom," Bunny told her mother, who turned pale as she realized that she was standing naked with her son in front of his sisters, "Hi, Brian. How's sex with Mom? How does Brian compare to Daddy and Mom? In bed, I mean. Do you enjoy incest?"

"Bunny... I... I... um," Mom stammered before blurting, "you did it first, you with your father!"

"You cheated first and made Brian. I guess that gets Daddy off the hook for his own affairs," Bunny retorted without either confirming or denying her mother's accusations.

"Um... oh, look... I just wanted your father to see how... sickening and wrong it was... the incest. That was all. Brian was only too happy to help illustrate my point, good boy that he is," my ex was visibly flustered, of course, defending her actions towards her daughter.

"So, by that logic, Daddy was just showing you how bad adultery is and letting you feel his pain, to force you to feel empathy and understand why your infidelity hurt him so much. Or maybe you just had it coming... and it was just revenge. A nice little bit of justification there. Nice little fig leaf to cover your ass, Mom," Bunny replied.

"Yes, and I'm sure that the teenage boy living with his mother isn't at all motivated by Oedipal lust or anything of the sort. It was all an altruistic part of an act to drive home a point by his mother, that was all. Getting his mother to take his oral cherry had nothing to do with it. You swallowed, too!" I chuckled now.

Brian blushed a bit before I had mercy on him, "Sorry, kid. I wasn't trying to belittle you. You're just a healthy, red-blooded teenage boy, a virgin from the sound of it. You're just being you. You don't have to explain. Hot cougar action, the heat of a forbidden romance, very taboo, very naughty or illegal, or whatever. It's hard to resist, for whatever reason she gives you. The truth is that she did want to fuck with me... but she doesn't want to admit the fact that she chose a very specific way to do it... for a reason."

"Yeah, little brother... face facts... Mom was twisting you around a bit... but Mom, you need to face the facts, too... you got the hots for our brother, at least a little. He wasn't so repulsive that you went out to find someone else... oh, wait, there are only so many guys with whom she could commit a similar type of incest. None of that would be illegal, like what Mom did with you. It turns out that, here in Ohio, it's only criminal incest if committed between a parent and his or her offspring. That's you two," Melody added in her own two cents.

"Look, Mom, Brian, we love both of you, but I don't like being lied to, manipulated, turned into pawns with which you can hurt Daddy... none of that. Yes, we're close to our father. Why not? He's an awesome guy. No, not perfect, but he's amazing... lovable... and just plain great! He's smart, he's handsome, he's successful, you could go on... and you lost him by cheating on him."

"We were too young to understand the details back then... we just knew that you hurt Daddy, that much was clear back then, and that he left because you hurt him. We could see the pain in his eyes. We could see the pain, the anger, the sadness in him. He just wasn't as happy as he used to be. We figured it out, especially me, as the eldest."

"We knew that Brian was a good baby and that it wasn't his fault. It was Mommy's fault and that she did something bad around the same time that hurt Daddy," Bunny read her mother the Riot Act for once.

"Well, I know that I screwed up, okay? I tried to believe that it was justified somehow, that I was a special case. Sometimes, I still catch myself feeling that way, and every time that I feel morally superior and all that... something happens that knocks me down off my pedestal. Even so, I still felt that I could have been punished, Simon could have done his thing, spread his seed, or whatever, and then we could have reconciled... and he could have claimed Brian as his own. I didn't think it was right to punish him for what I did," My ex stood there, hot, sweaty, and naked, while whining about the fact that I didn't take her back.

"Yeah, nothing against Brian, but I thought that he should have a relationship with his own father, not with me. I wasn't going to let another man duck his job. He had to take his lumps, too. But you didn't let that happen, did you? You never let him have a relationship with you, though I admit that he could have fought for it. He was probably a married man with other kids. I figured that there was no other way that would happen. You wanted him to leave his wife for you, at least when we divorced, but he didn't, so you punished Brian yourself by denying his father to punish the baby daddy." I flipped the script pretty easily, making it clear that I wasn't the one punishing an innocent boy.

Brian glanced at his mother in horror as he heard that section, something definitely clicking in a way that indicated he was not stupid, but rather ignorant, weak, and naive. He then inspected her again in a way that surprised everyone, rolled her over onto her tummy, and went inside her before she could say anything. He began aggressively slapping her face as he grabbed her from behind, fucking his own mother while being recorded on Skype. The fact that she did not even try to fight him was quite telling.

Of course, I recorded every minute of this deed in case I needed it later. That a small, skinny, zit-faced teenager could sexually dominate and penetrate his mother, who was in astonishingly good form, told me something. It spoke volumes about their relationship. My ex had miscalculated by believing that he was merely a frightened pawn under her complete control. Oh, I did not doubt that she would regain some control and manipulate him in some way, but Brian had the upper hand for the time being.

As we watched, Bunny grabbed me, unbuttoned my pants, tagged her sisters, requested their assistance, and continued undressing me. They then disrobed in front of me, together with their mother and brother. At that time, each girl took a turn sitting on my lap and planting her pussy on my dick. Bunny was first, of course, to impale herself on my cock. She did not bleed, so she was most likely not a virgin, but she was certainly tight enough... Tighter than her sister if I had to estimate.

"See, Mom... we love Daddy the same way that you love Brian! Oh, fuck, Daddy!" Bunny shouted as I slid my finger up her anus to play with her asshole, "Daddy's finger's up my ass, up my ass... Daddy's finger's up my ass, my sweet Mama!"

Yes, Bunny sang it to the tune of "London Bridge," which was quite insane. She kissed me hard as we made love, fucked, or whatever, groaning loudly between kisses as we indulged in father-daughter incest. Her mouth was extremely hot and slick as her tongue connected with mine. My BunBun and I had a wonderfully delicious time, to put it kindly.

Just then, we saw Brian lose himself inside his own mother, who then creamed herself, stood, and slapped him in the face. He remained there stunned from the smack until she smirked at him, then at me, and drew him in for a passionate tongue kiss. She repositioned his hands on her reddened buns and placed her own on his. She smacked his ass briefly as they made out, leaving clear evidence of criminal incest under Ohio law.

Bunny had squeezed the cum out of my balls through my cock by now, groaning and creaming herself before climbing off my lap and licking my finger directly from her ass. "I've done it now," I told myself. We had no leverage over each other by this point. It was mutually guaranteed destruction. If my ex-wife tried to use this against me, I'd have plenty to use against her, and vice versa, albeit Brian's living circumstances might work against her. However, the law was generally more forgiving toward female sex offenders than males.

We both knew it was a wash, even as Becca handed me a blue pill and a fountain drink, which was very likely hers. I swallowed it, and she grinned as she started riding me. She also made it clear that she wanted me to finger her buttocks too. She began to moan with delight as she felt my finger and dick move inside her. She kissed my face and neck frequently while attempting to persuade me to bottom out inside her wet cunt.

"Do me again, Brian... do what you want to me... do Mommy, good and hard!" My ex's face was purple with her lust, envy, jealousy, and frankly, her competitive streak as she offered her son a more sexual congress with her.

The sight of me fucking, and potentially breeding, our daughters affected my ex-wife on a basic level. Her response was clear: to commit incest with her kid, demonstrating that she didn't despise what I did out of moral qualms. It was just jealousy, jealousy, or something like that. The irony, of course, was that I didn't go as far with any of our females as she did with Brian.

As I emptied my balls via my cock within Becca, her moans, like her wetness, left no doubt. Melody put herself on my cock before I could even stand up. She kissed me several times, her sisters encouraging her as she rode me, my fingers running up her asshole even as she groaned and cussed in delight. She was in a wild and wanton mood, and I couldn't bring myself to resist because it benefited me. What was the true harm in this, anyway?

We did this while watching Brian put their mother through her paces, which was quite ridiculous. I never imagined this in my wildest dreams. Was this a pornographic dream or what? Nope. I pinched myself. It was happening. I was busy having incest with my youngest daughter while her younger half-brother had hard sex with their mother.

My three girls all kissed me hard on the mouth as I came inside Melody, and Brian did the same with his mother. My ex-wife then kissed her son on the lips, using a lot of tongues. Strangely, her demeanor softened as she blew me a kiss... and our daughters now. Perhaps she was addicted to her son's love or something. She appeared to be a different woman in terms of mood or temperament, at least for the time being. Brian reddened slightly and shrugged, clearly taking in and processing what had happened.

"Do you think that she'll still cause us trouble, Bunny? You've been around your mother more often lately than I have. What do you think? What about you, Becca, and Melody?" I asked the girls, all three of them kissing me in response, as my ex-wife disconnected from Skype herself this time.

"Maybe at times. She is who she is. But serious issues? No. What can she do? Accuse us of incest? Yeah, that's gonna take her down, too, and she loves her own skin... and her life, too much for that. Especially now that she's getting it on with our brother. She created a monster there. She can't put that genie back in the bottle, can she? Brian knows that she craves him and he craves her right back."

"He might be a bit pussywhipped at times, especially growing up under her like that, but there will be limits to that now. He can never quite be the same virginal wimp or spineless today that he used to be. I say that with no disrespect to him, but he was her creature and now he can never be quite the same again," Bunny, my firstborn, made her own thoughts known, and they made excellent sense.

The End

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No Taboo Phone Sex with Bunny, A Date with Your Daughter Part 1

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As someone who hadn't dated in a long time—let alone blindly—I was feeling a little anxious. I had sworn off dating as a social convention, but I checked the dating site where I had an old profile out of sheer boredom and noticed some matches. I paid to find out who they were because I was intrigued and I had some extra cash right now. One was a cranky, irritating woman who was probably my age, but I chose to ignore her. Whiners were not what I needed in my life. They exuded bad vibes and all that.

Next was a recent widow who appeared to be content with her situation a little too much. She gave me shivers just by that alone, and I turned her down as well. "Black Widow" was emblazoned on her. Even though the third match was a little younger than what I had previously gone for, I liked what I saw. Alright, I reminded myself, dating ladies your own age hasn't proven to be a good idea thus far, has it? That was fine for lighthearted enjoyment, but I wasn't sure they would make a good romantic partner.

My boundaries and expectations were clear enough to be difficult even on their own. As they stepped out on him as much as they pleased, the majority of women my age looked yearned to get on a guy's back, ride him to a simpler existence and keep him to themselves. A golddigger who cheats was not what I wanted. Rather than covert infidelity that kept me in the dark, I desired open and sincere polyamory. Even with the younger girl, to be honest, I wasn't really holding out much hope that this would be anything but amusement at this point.

"I might as well go for it. At least I'll be seen with a younger woman and that will probably fuck with my ex's head. She has it coming, too. That alone is worth spending a little money on a date," I told myself.

I could have gone on a coffee date, insisted on Dutch, or something else, but I didn't want golddiggers. I wanted word of mouth. In this day and age of social media and influencers, women, particularly younger women, have a tendency to brag about their dates. I might as well use it for my own gain. It may not have been a wise financial investment, but I knew I'd get some gratification from driving a further stake in the vanity and ego of my ex-wife and ex-girlfriends.

I swiped right on the younger lady, and to my amazement, she contacted me almost quickly. My hackles were raised, largely due to concerns that this could be a catfish scenario. Still, if she were a catfish, I'd dangle the bait for her to see if she bites. She sent me three emojis, all hearts, and one word: Daddy.

I began my opening salvo by typing, "Well, I do have daughters. Three of them, in fact. No sons. I'm not sure how that worked out. I'd have to ask their mother."

"Are any of your daughters married or are they all single?" the young lady replied with a wink emoji.

That was odd, I thought. Why would she ask questions about them? Maybe she wanted to hang out with them or something? Maybe she wanted to know if they knew anyone in common? I wasn't sure. 

Anyway, I sent a question mark emoji. "Not married yet. I don't know why. I'd have to ask them very awkward questions and it's really their business until or unless someone wanted to introduce someone to me or whatever. 

If things get that serious, then I might have some input or perspective or wisdom to impart. The youth don't tend to listen to their elders these days if they ever did. I certainly didn't do as much as I should," I replied laconically. 

"Are you a single father, divorced, or a widower?" was the next query.

"Divorced. Once. I've had girlfriends, too. They just never worked out for me. Most were around my own age. This is a change for me, shopping in the junior section. I suppose that was because I traveled more in those circles and tended to meet women closer to my own age. It hasn't panned out so far, as I said," I messaged back.

"Just the one marriage? Hmm... Just like my father. He divorced my mother some time back. It's still a bit of an open wound. I hate how much both of them hurt... And have hurt each other. Still, I have to confess that it was probably mostly Mom's fault. She cheated first, at least. Then he cheated back. I can't blame him too much for that. People make the mistake of thinking that Daddy is a pushover. They tend to push the envelope and then he shows them that he ain't," the young lady responded.

"It sounds as if you don't have as many Daddy issues as I first thought," I mused.

"Oh, I kinda do... in a way. It's just that Daddy is an intense kind of guy. He's a very private person in some ways. He's not perfect. I can see that. Neither is Mom, though she has good traits. I just think that Mom has more... psychological baggage or whatever and I'm not always convinced that she's a good person. Sometimes. I waver back and forth on that issue. I've never had any doubts that Daddy is a good guy, even when he does things that bother me," the young woman told me now.

"So, who raised you?" I asked her next time.

"Both of them... at first. Then they divorced, and of course, Mom got primary custody. Daddy got secondary and/or visitation. That sucked ass, not because I hate Mom. I don't. But we all wanted more time with him. I don't doubt that he wanted more time with us. He has a poker face most of the time, but every time he had to take us back to Mom's, I could see the pain in his eyes, in his face. It was the strained, forced smile of an unhappy father who already missed his daughters. Like you, Daddy had no sons, just daughters.

"One time, he had to discipline my little sister Melody, and she refused to see him on the next visit. I could see how much it hurt him. I told her as much and she put on a stubborn face at first. But next time around, she didn't refuse to see him. She gave him a bigger hug than our sister or me," my prospective date said next.

"Your sister's name is Melody?" I reacted to that, "so is my daughter's. My youngest daughter, in fact. I have Bunny, Becca, and Melody."

"Oh, wow... my name is Bunny and I'm the oldest. Melody is the baby of the family. Is your Becca the middle daughter, by any chance?" the young lady informed me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Your name is Bunny? Do you go by Bunny or Bun or...?" I trailed off."I go by 'BunBun,' because that's what Daddy always called me. I refuse to be called 'Bunny' or even 'Bun' by folks. Daddy calls me 'BunBun,' so that's who I am. I wish that it wasn't such a lie sometimes. I mean, I'm not as angelic as I could be. I'm sure Daddy knows, but being Daddy, he still calls me that," the reply came next.

"Bunny... wait, what is your mother's name? Is it Ashley, by any chance?" I panicked, realizing something now was a possibility.

"Yes, it is. Is your name... (Insert Name), by any chance?" she retorted.

"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?" I toyed with her a little, wanting to have a moment's fun for the confirmation of my fears.

"Um... are you... (Insert Name), Age (Your Age), of (Location)?" she asked now.

"Yes... are you... Bunny (Insert Your Last Name) currently living in (Location)?" Next, I probed.

"Daddy... is that you? Have I been talking... and flirting, with my own father?" My daughter basically spoke the unspoken truth that we both feared up until now.

"Yes, BunBun, I'm afraid so. Apparently, I'm an old pervert or creep or whatever, flirting with my own daughter, no less," I accused myself next.

"No, Daddy, you didn't know. What are the odds, right? Anyway, can we still meet... for dinner or something? I know that I'm not what you were looking for, but I really want to speak to you. I want to hang out with you. I only live in (Location). It's not too far away. It hasn't been for you to visit me at high school and all. Pretty please?" Bunny pleaded with me, clearly wanting some time with her old man.

I admit that I wasn't searching for a dinner date with my firstborn daughter, or any of my daughters for that matter. Bunny was correct, at least. Even so, I would never turn down the chance to hang out with any of my girls... the ones that were still my girls. Of course, I did not include their mother among those. I grinned through a few unshed tears at this unexpected opportunity.

"Sure, sweetie. I'll pick you up, of course. We'll find a place close to your campus. I'll get to see where my money's been going for the past three, almost four years, now that you're so close to graduation. Obviously, I'll pay, too. I was going to, anyway, but definitely for one of my girls," I reassured Bunny, who apparently decided to call me in response.

Yes, I noticed my cell phone vibrate and took it up, instinctively knowing it was my eldest daughter on the other end. I was nervous, but I cleared my throat and prepared to talk more about this approaching "date" with my own daughter. I wondered whether she'd tease me for using one of those apps to hunt for girls her age.

"Bunny?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy... so, when... tonight? I'm free for once. Finals just finished. I'm very likely to graduate in a week now. I have a little playtime available. Surprisingly, I didn't have a place to go tonight. Maybe I'm just out of habit. I was looking for a date, though, of course. I guess I've got one now... and with a very handsome silver fox to boot," she joked.

"Yeah, just refresh and whatever it is you girls do. I'll be there in ninety minutes, tops, depending upon traffic this Friday night," I replied now, "I suppose that I'll hear about it from your mother, but I can honestly tell her that it was you."

"Yes, well, Mom, as much as I love her, needs to learn to stick her nose out of your business. She gave up any right to ask those kinds of questions when she cheated on you and ended her marriage to you. I'll be ready in that time, I swear. I don't know how, but I will. I don't want to make you wait, Daddy," Bunny reassured me, "I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry that we didn't have as much time together when my sisters and I grew up."

"I love you, too, Bunny. I'm sorry, too," I gulped, as I hung up and began preparing for my daughter... a date with my own eldest daughter, no less.

I have never been quite so nervous before a date... not even with her mother.

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Snuff Phone Sex with Bunny, Rape all of my holes Daddy!

Snuff phone sex is more than simply cum and gore; it's a heightened experience. Only a true artist, such as my Daddy, can get it exactly right. However, you'll be astonished at how easy it is to start. First, you must abandon all of that nonsense, this so-called compassion. Fuck that; these are nothing but slaves serving my Daddy's cock. I am fortunate that he saw something exceptional in me. That's why I'm still permitted to be around. My introduction into this world was a baptism of fire. I emerged victorious, making the other slave whores envious.

They come and go, and their cries for mercy only make him stronger. They will not be free until he is. It's never quick, though. He'll fuck them for hours, perhaps days, with his camera always rolling. He is really inventive in how he brings them to an end. As the curtain lowers, they are covered in his cum and, if they are lucky, soon to meet their demise.

I recall when I didn't just accept, but embraced this lifestyle. I fell in love with the depravity and gave Daddy a performance on which he still compliments me. She was still alive, bloodied, and injured, so we took her outdoors to crawl in the dirt. She had to beg God for forgiveness to see if he would save her.

That's when I sensed the force of the tremendous spirit, and the Dark Lord himself called to me. I hammered my master's ten-inch sword into her skin. The blood saturated me, and my pussy overflowed. I jumped on top of the little slut and fucked her until she died. This was more than simply one of his snuff films; it was a love letter to my true master, Satan.

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Racial Humiliation Phone Sex with Bunny

My callers have taught me that racial humiliation phone sex is not exclusive to the Third World or minorities. Many of my fellow white folks adore it! I've had calls from men who claim to be "liberal" but... well, that "but" is that they enjoy thinking about humiliating and abusing black people. Many callers of mine who are black, Indian, etc. love to have a young teen girl such as myself degrade them or tell them how badly I want my first nigger cock. In public, the white people you know are as sweet as sugar to you black folks, aren't they? I'm sure you've heard that we live in a beautiful, enlightened, post-racial society that has moved beyond the basic racial preconceptions that led to Jim Crow laws, racial segregation and discrimination, and so on.

I bet white people adore you. But, deep down, you wonder what they say when there aren't any black people around. Don't you? And thinking about it makes you turned on, heated, and disturbed, by racial humiliation phone sex! Call me, and we'll breach the current equality taboo together. I will tell you that you are inferior and should be enslaved, just like your ancestors were. Call me up and I will tell you that you are inferior to white people, you should kneel before me and adore me because I am a white girl.

Call me, and I will gladly shatter the taboo around the infamous "N-word" by saying it aloud: "Nigger! Nigger! Nigger!" I'll call you coon, spook, and jigaboo.

What about you Mexican-Americans, Puerto Ricans, Cubans, and the rest of you Hispanics? Heck, I'm sure you're aware that, for all the Anglos' smiles, they say "stupid Mexican" behind your back. They claim you are ignorant, sluggish, and generally inferior. They call you Beaner, Spic, Greaser, Greaseball, and Wetback. And maybe that's why you enjoy racial humiliation phone sex and have to contact Bunny to hear her use all the prohibited terms that would make a politically correct person have a heart attack.

Are you Asian? Oh, remember, the "model minority." Except, you know, we whites don't always refer to you as Asians, right? When you are not around, they make fun of your crooked eyes. They claim you have little penises and are inferior to other guys because your dicks are not large. They call you "the chink" or "that jap." Isn't this primarily a white country? I'll tell you how inferior you are when you stroke your gold dick for a super duper racial humiliation phone sex orgasm!

Another aspect of racial humiliation phone sex that many callers enjoy and thrive on is a white man's sexual fantasy of being asked to sexually serve black people. The notion that it is degrading to have to go down on a black lady or black guy can set off on a masochistic trip that is sexually appealing to the extreme. Being told you have to get down and lick that nigger whore's pussy or suck that enormous nigger cock can really get a lot of white guys aroused, make their cocks hammer hard, and get them to cum like nobody's business. Want racial humiliation phone sex! Call me right now!

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Kidnapping Phone Sex with Bunny, Raped and used!

Kidnapping phone sex stories make my pussy wet. I understand, people often ask me what's wrong with me. I tell them nothing. I simply adore dark fantasies. Plus, my life is far from ordinary. Despite my ability to pretend otherwise, I am nothing more than a minor coke addict. And as a result, I find myself in some risky situations. My daddy handed me money to fix my car. But instead, I bought coke. I could put some more miles in my car before it died. And after I was paid, I could fix the car. I needed coke more than a running automobile. However, my car broke down on the way back from my dealer's house. However, I knew I couldn't call my daddy to pick me up. Then he knew I pushed the money up my nose rather than fixing the car.

I contacted AAA for a tow. I got into a car with a man I assumed AAA assigned to take me somewhere safe. Nobody thought I would be safe on a dark, rarely frequented route in the middle of the night. Even though I routinely engage in hardcore rape phone sex, I didn't want to be alone there. But I got in a car with a stranger, not a AAA driver. I found myself violated and abandoned on the side of the road.

My drug addiction puts me in danger almost every day. As soon as I got in the car, he fired something into my thigh. And the next thing I knew, I was naked, bruised, and full of cum in my teen cunt and ass, lying on the roadside. I never forget what I did, no matter how high I feel. So whatever he gave me must have been strong. My cunt looked bloodied. I am not sure what he fucked me with. But I doubt a single cock could ruin my cunt like that. Not even a large black cock.

My ass felt equally destroyed. Fortunately, my broken-down car wasn't far away. I crawled back to it, waiting for AAA. Perhaps I could use the guy who picked me up's rape phone sex fantasies as an excuse not to fix the car. Someone kidnapped me, sexually assaulted me on the way to the car shop, and looted me. And left me asleep by the side of a rarely trafficked road. My daddy can be incredibly gullible.

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Snuff Phone Sex with Bunny

Snuff Porn created with juvenile prostitutes has me begging to help my accomplice kill! See, I have an insane need to destroy every slutty little bitch at my school. I despise how these bitches mock me for being a whore. But they don't realize I have to be a whore because I have little titties and am a very little girl! Some older men play with me, but my previous sexual abuse has turned me into a very violent little bitch! And I love it! I love Snuff Phone Sex!

So what if I help a man tie up a tiny slut and torment her body? I didn’t think about killing her immediately. It was only after he put up the camera and started shooting as he cut on her plump young breast. At first, I thought it was just going to be a little ass rape porn, ya know?

But the more he cut her and tightened her bindings, I knew she wouldn't be able to withstand his rage. What's even more amazing is that she doesn't even gag, so she begs him not to hurt her any longer. She wants her mommy and daddy; how quickly a little slut transforms into a baby girl in the moments leading up to her death! I tell him the best place to dispose of her body as I see her eyes widen at me.

Maybe you and your little cheerleader friends shouldn't have mocked me! I have neither remorse nor regret for what we're about to do to her. I want to witness him cut her throat and fuck her while she dies gurgling on his cum and her own blood! Cum for some nasty fun with the Evil Teen Bunny!

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Incest Phone Sex with Bunny, We Grow with Milk and Honey Part 2

She whimpered, bringing my cock closer to her entrance. "I don't want to wait, brother, please put it inside me right now."

My heart raced as the prospect of fucking my sister, making her mine, overtook me. "Bunny..."

I pulled my fingers from her totally filled hole, and she squeezed the swelling tip of my cock against her entrance, causing my head to press on her.

"If we do this, we will never be the same."

Her flaming eyes met mine. "We'll never be the same if we don't, Big Brother. Please. "I want to be yours."

My engorged head pushed in, spearing her virgin channel. More pre-cum escaped me as I felt her warm, inviting walls encircle my crown. I placed my palm over hers on my shaft and gripped her firmly, being cautious not to slip in farther.

"Bunny... you could get pregnant. "This is how babies are made."

Her face brightened up with unexpected excitement. "Big Brother!" I would love nothing more!"

With that, I let go of my hand and let her guide my cock into her pristine entrance. Slowly, her virgin barriers parted, allowing me to slip through. The tightness of my sister's cunt delighted me greatly, and once I was fully within her, I paused to let her channel become acquainted with my girth.

"More, Brother. "More," she said, closing her eyes and rolling her head back.

I bent over her and brushed my lips against her neck, enjoying her lovely perfume as she lay motionless under me, impaled by my cock.

"You have all of me, sister," I whispered in her ear. "My cock, my heart, my soul."

She turned to face me, and our lips touched again, her tongue craving mine. Her arms curled around my neck, and she kissed me so passionately that I thought my cock would erupt if one of us moved.

"Brother," she whispered against my mouth. Please, Henry. "Give me more."

Bracing my hands on the boulder beneath her, I drew my hips back. My dick slid past her tight walls, leaving only my tip, precariously perched at her entrance. She groaned, assuming I was pulling away from her.

"Here comes more, sis," I said softly into her open mouth before driving my cock back inside her.

We both gasped with delight as my cock filled her up.

"Again, brother. Again."

I slowly resumed my withdrawal, stroking my tip against her virgin opening for a few torturous moments before plunging back into her entire depths.

My mouth moved down her neck to her breasts, where I savored her little nipple as it glided across my tongue.

"Yes, big brother, oh, yes."

Her loving hand pressed my mouth to her breast, and I suckled her while my cock rhythmically penetrated my sister's virgin cunt.

"Please do not stop, Big Brother." She moans. "Never stop."

I murmured against her small, thick nipple, the need to nip at her like an animal rising within me. As I brushed my teeth against her soft peak, she arched her back and pulled her breast deeper into my mouth.

"Big Brother... Something is happening to me..."

I moved my mouth away from her, concerned that I was harming her. My concerns were instantly alleviated as I peered into her stunning face, distorted with unbridled pleasure. Lust flowed from her wide, honey-colored eyes, and I felt her soft walls tremble around my active cock.

I knew very little about female orgasm at the time, and neither did my sister. What I did know was that as her cunt walls clung around me I felt a wave of impending release deep in my balls. I dared not slow or accelerate, keeping my thrusts constant as she bucked up against me, shouting my name.

"Brother! Brother! Brother!"

I felt a surge of warm liquid encircle my tumescent cock, her wet walls coaxing me out. My come welled up and pushed forth, and I moaned loudly as each jet slid up my length and into my sister's cunt.

"Oh Bunny... Yes, Bunny....."

We were both out of breath and gasping as I dropped on top of her, completely exhausted. I nuzzled into her neck and allowed my dick to soften inside her.

"That was the most lovely thing I've ever experienced, Big Brother. I can't even begin to explain what just happened to me, to us."

I lifted my head and mashed my lips against hers.

The End!

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Incest Phone Sex with Bunny, We Grow with Milk and Honey Part 1

This is a taboo (you're my big brother) breeding story with you being breeding my 18-year-old fertile womb! It's in your POV, so let's get started, hehe!

The early sunlight flooded through the upper-level bedroom's east-facing window, warming my naked back. I knelt amid my enormous four-poster bed, clutching my throbbing cock, the once immaculate white linens strewn behind me.

I nudged my engorged head into the slippery pussy stretched open before me, my excitement equal to the many times I had before penetrated my sweetheart. As her walls drew me in, I placed my hands on her slim hips and sank myself within her.

When my tip reached the end of her warm depth, I paused to take in the sight of her. Thin, pale legs spread wide for me, a bee-stung bottom lip oozing with excitement. Small, supple breasts lift and drop with each steady breath. Her once-flat abdomen is now bulging with the tiniest increase from her fertile womb. I ran my hand over her doughy stomach and sighed at the sensation of her soft flesh spreading as my child grew within her. My cock lurched with elation, desperate to claim her again.

As her pussy quivered and grabbed me fiercely, I recalled the first time I claimed her. How perfect she felt; how correct. All of my feelings of being an outcast, despised by our community, washed away as I entered her. I'll never be weary of her. My beloved sister, my Bunny. My home.

Before his death, Mom would accompany us to town to shop or simply walk around the numerous popular parks, keeping her head up despite the whispers around us.
After graduation, I considered returning home to help grow the farm, but I was hesitant. Being in the city provided me with anonymity that I could not get at home. I could be anyone here, not the misguided son of an incestuous relationship.

After two years at my employment, I awoke to the sound of streetcars honking outside my leased home and realized that my life was finished. I needed to feel the earth again with my hands. I needed to be home so I could care for my troubled mother and younger sister.

My mother was overjoyed to see me and rushed out of the house into my arms. I hadn't seen her outside the house in years, let alone with true delight on her face. I pulled her close to me, knowing in my heart that I had made the correct choice.

My sister had always been an animal lover, and I believe she was the reason my father converted this farm into a grain farm, having sold off all of our pigs and hens when she was a toddler. We had just raised cows for our own food now, and she cared for them as if they were family pets.

As expected, I discovered her in the barn, arms around Queen Bee's neck. I was astonished by how much she had grown since the last time I saw her at Christmas when she was just barely 16. Her dark brown hair had grown longer, hanging in loose curls just beyond her shoulders. As a child, she insisted on keeping it short, and it was often tangled about her exquisite face.

"Big brother!" she exclaimed, as I placed my arms around her waist and lifted her up. Her tiny legs were tightly wrapped around my chest, her arms over my neck. She buried her face into the crook of my shoulder.

"Hello, my little Bunny Bell..." I whispered. "I missed you." I spun her around and held her close, never wanting to let her go."I've missed you so much, Henry. I never imagined I would see you again. Her soft voice was tinged with sadness, and I felt the warmth of her tears on my neck.

To my amazement, blood surged to my dick, which swelled against my trousers. I moved her higher so she wouldn't feel it pressing against her.

"Shh, Bunny. There is no reason to feel sad. I'll be with you forever now."
I took in my baggage and moved into my parent's old room at the top of the stairs. My mother had long since relocated into the lower-level room, choosing not to sleep in the bed she had shared with my father, her one and only love.

Bunny had helped me remove the dusty linens, and while she took them to the stream for laundering, I remade the enormous bed with mismatched sheets from the closet. We settled into a routine. I awoke with the sun to assist James, the farmhand, in the fields following a beautiful breakfast made by my devoted sister. Bunny appeared to blossom in front of me, constantly eager to meet my every desire. Life felt like everything made sense again.

I thought I saw her ogling me with more than a sisterly expression in her wandering eyes. I didn't pay much attention, assuming she was simply thrilled to have me back in her life. My mother and the help were not much company, and she must have been grateful to have someone her own age to spend her time with.

On a warm Sunday morning, approximately a month after returning home, I went to town and bought her a dress that I hoped would fit her diminutive figure. It was a deep rouge color, and I felt it would bring out the natural color of her heart-shaped lips and sun-kissed cheeks.

When I arrived from town, Mother informed me that Bunny had gone down to the creek to fetch the day's laundry. With the gift box in hand, I walked down the sloped tree line to the shaded riverside. Bunny liked the area since it provided her with solitude and isolation while bathing and the enormous boulders were ideal for laying the dry clothing on.

I made no effort to be quiet, yet she didn't hear me emerge from the tangle of trees. I spotted her in profile, knee-deep in the wide section of the swirling creek, a ruffled white slip clinging to her young figure.

She wrung out her favorite ragged dress, water seeping into a thin white slip and exposing her pale skin beneath it. My gaze was drawn to her petite, pointy breasts, her deep rosy nipples clearly evident through the now-soaked fabric.

She placed the dress on a boulder, smoothing it out to dry before returning to the water.
Without hesitation, she raised the hem of her slip and pulled it over her head. I received a fleeting glimpse of her naked body before she totally submerged herself in the water.
I took a step closer, entranced by her, drawn to her like a moth to flame. She relaxed her body and floated to the surface, her nude skin soaking up the warm light.

Bunny's physique was the most beautiful female figure I'd ever seen. Everything about her seemed ideal to me. Small peaks of milky white flesh crowned with pointy lavender nipples; thin waist leading to womanly hips. She had a small tuft of dark brown hair between her pale, skinny legs, which appeared and then vanished as the water receded around her.
My cock yearned for her, a deep, primordial need I'd never felt before.

I felt her grasp on my neck relax, and she leaned back, bringing those teary, honey-colored eyes to mine. She muttered, "Forever?"

I placed one palm on her hot cheek and brushed away a tear. "Forever."

I returned my focus to her bright amber eyes, which were still blazing with want for me. Just me. My hands gripped her slender waist as I penetrated her, bringing her cunt back to meet my eager cock.

Living in the city had been lonely and oppressive; the feeling that I didn't quite fit in followed me around. I tried to pursue women and even slept with a few, but they never provided me the peace I desperately needed.

I was reared by my mother, who was rejected by our secluded farm community after falling in love with her uncle, my father. Despite our exile, we enjoyed a joyful childhood thanks to our parents' unwavering love for us. When my father died, my sister and I were still little. We were both inconsolable for a while, as was my mother. Bunny and I, maybe due to our youth, were able to move on with our lives, but my mother was not.

My father had given us a lovely estate, which my mother utilized to keep the farm going. She recruited a young man to tend it, and he performed an excellent job of keeping our profits high. Every week, he would harvest what he could and sell it in a nearby town, without revealing where the crop had originated from. He was aware of how others perceived us and made every effort to protect us.

I accepted a job at a newly founded credit union and attempted to emulate the guy my father would have wanted me to be. I devoted myself to my work, learning everything I could about the rapidly expanding business. I met a pious young girl and courted her appropriately. I imagined we'd marry and raise our children in the city, but the more she clung to that idea, the more I backed away.

On a sunny spring day, I returned home unexpectedly in my brand new Ford Model TT truck, which I had purchased with every penny I had saved in anticipation of buying a home to start a family. Now that I no longer had that desire, I decided that my family's farm was worth the investment.

"Where is Bunny?" I inquired as I followed my mother up the stairs into the big house, which appeared even more dilapidated than the last time I saw it, nearly three years prior.

"Probably in the barn. Even if I advise her to leave it to James, she won't leave the cows alone." She sighed. "If you ask me, she loves them too much."

I leaned against the barn door, watching her whisper gently to Queen Bee, the black and white cow she had named when she was a child. She wore one of my mother's old black dresses, frayed at the hem and sleeves. The faded outfit was adorned with small yellow flowers and hung loosely across her petite frame. She tied it around her thin waist with my father's old leather belt. She was wearing the same worn-out farm boots she had as a younger teen.

She was astonished when she saw me at the open door, but she instantly recognized my appearance. Her face brightened up, and she dashed towards me, kicking up the dirt floor as she ran into my open arms.

"I've missed you so much, Henry. I never imagined I would see you again. Her soft voice was tinged with sadness, and I felt the warmth of her tears on my neck.

On more than one occasion, I admired my sister's womanly figure. She wore old, ragged gowns that were too big for her little form, and I imagined how she might look in clothing that fit her blossoming young curves.

I set the package on a nearby boulder and quietly removed my shoes before sliding my suspenders down my shoulders. Something must have pricked her ears as her head snapped up, her wide eyes meeting mine.

"Those too, big brother." She rubbed her chin against my shorts, her gaze fixed on the tent I was forming.

My tongue dried up as I agreed, allowing them to fall into the shallow water before hurrying toward a deeper section of the creek. I placed my feet on the stony bed and braced myself against the gentle tide.

I wanted to approach her and place my hands on her smooth body, but I didn't want to startle her. I needed to know if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

"Bunny, you have a gorgeous body. Have you considered taking a husband? Now that I am here, I can make that happen for you."

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. It occurred to me that my mother had probably asked her this question numerous times before.

"I do not want a husband. I never want to marry."

"Never marry?" Then what do you intend to do with your life? I stepped a little closer to her, now only an arm's length away.

She cocked her head and looked at me as if I had posed the dumbest question known to man.
"I want to stay here. With you. I don't want to leave our farm. Our lives."

"Big brother," she muttered as she slipped beneath the water, only her pretty face now visible to me.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Bunny Bell. You looked so peaceful that I thought I might join you for a swim."

My hands were still on the top button of my pants, and I continued to unfasten them as I searched her expression.

She nodded almost imperceptibly and I dropped my pants, leaving my white cotton drawers to futilely hide my engorged cock. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop off my arms to the rocky beach. I hurried towards the water, eager to hide my erection below its surface, when I heard her sweet voice.

My erection had decreased due to the cool water, but I was acclimating and felt the familiar stir in my loins again. I didn't want her to marry, but I still wanted her to be happy. If I had to, I would put my growing feelings aside and find a good man to care for her, no matter how painful it was.

She opened her eyes and stared at me, melting my heart and throbbing my cock with her solemn stare.

I couldn't stop a huge, happy smile from spreading across my lips. "Are you certain about that, Bunny?" I asked. "There is a whole world out there that you have yet to explore. How can you know you want to stay here when you've never experienced anything else?"

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My pulse rushed in my chest as she whispered the words that I knew were also true for me. I raised my hand and touched her cherubic cheek, stroking my thumb across her cheekbone and tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear.

"Perhaps you are correct, Sister. Perhaps we belong together."

She did not fight when I placed my hand behind her head and came closer to her. Our eyes were stuck in a trance as our faces drew closer.

My eyes fell on her naturally pouty lips, and my instinct took over when they parted. I closed the distance by placing my lips on hers and whispering her name.

"Bunny..."

She mashed her mouth on mine, our lips meeting passionately before my tongue slowly licked at her, encouraging her to let me in. I felt her draw in a breath before she parted her lips and let me in. My tongue met hers and gently but firmly urged her to kiss me back.


I didn't know if she'd ever been kissed, but it seemed improbable considering how rarely she left our house. Her mouth felt warm and welcoming, and her tongue quickly began to dance wildly with mine.

I drew her close to me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, our bodies joined in a lover's embrace as our mouths resumed their frantic exploration of each other's. My hands went down to her small rear, her cheeks dwarfed by my big hands.


Without intending to, my cock bumped her wide pussy, causing her to bristle in my embrace.

"Oh, God, Bunny. I'm sorry; I didn't mean for it to happen.
I shifted my hands to her wrists and yanked her from my neck. As much as I wanted and needed her, I needed a moment to gather my scattered thoughts.

"I did not mind it, Henry. "It just shocked me a little."
I traced my finger along her ankle and up her leg while placing both hands on her knees.

"Do you even know what a man does with his..." I gazed down at my erection, then back at my sister's innocent expression.

I raised my eyebrows at her, unsure if she knew.

"Oh yeah?" Enlighten me, then."

She smirked at me before sinking her teeth into her juicy, bee-stung lower lip.
"Fine, I accept that I know very little. But, big brother, could you teach me more?" Her lovely voice was dripping with temptation, which I hadn't expected from her innocent mouth.

I stood between her knees, my dick facing skyward above the boulder she was sitting on. Her eyes opened as she examined it for the first time. I saw her interested eyes draw me in, her fingers tentatively stretching out to linger over my engorged cock.

She dropped her hand to my sensitive tip, tracing her fingertips around the circumcised mushroom cap. My cock twitched from her electrifying touch, and she drew her hand away.
I restrained a laugh. "That means it likes it."

Her eyes met mine, and she smirked before returning her hand to my dick. This time, when it bobbed up to meet her hold, she did not shrink away.

"It feels really good when you stroke it like that, Bunny," I told her, demonstrating how to move her palm up and down my thickness. She seized the initiative and gripped me tighter, moving her hand up and down at a steady pace.

"It's so soft but so hard," she muttered, watching my cock slide in and out of her clasped fist.
My gaze focused on her gaping slit in front of me.

My dick oozed pre-cum as I envisioned how it would feel to puncture her delicate pink folds with my throbbing cock.

"Does that mean I am doing a good job, big brother?" she inquired, her calm voice seductively worried.

"Yes, Bunny," I inhaled. "A very good job."

"Do you want to touch me too, big brother?"

"This is where my dick goes, Bunny," I stated matter-of-factly, inserting the tip of my finger into her virgin hole.

She gasped, tightening her grasp on my erection as I pierced her with my index finger. I slipped in till my second knuckle, then paused to let her regain her breath.

"Oh, big brother," she mumbled as her hand remained on my dick. "Is that as far as it goes?"
I rose up from the water and led her over to the large boulder where her dress was drying. I put her down on it, expecting her to pull away at any time, but she just gripped closer.
She unmistakably pouted as I stepped back from her. Her legs slipped from my waist, and she pressed her knees together, her feet flat on the rock.

She rolled her eyes as she often did when her older brother stated anything she thought was ridiculous. "Of course I do, dummy."

A primordial thrill surged through me as my mind processed what I already knew. My younger sister was a virgin, and she wanted to give me her treasure.

"You can touch it if you want to."

As I saw her demure fingers around my shaft, I drew my hips back, slipping my dick through her soft clasp before slamming back into her hand.

"Mmmm," was all I could utter as I savored the sensation of my sister's delicate fingers massaging me.

I nodded and quickly moved my hands to my sister's lovely cunt. My fingers traced the outline of her exquisite outer lips, then moved down her center, splitting her inner lips as I approached her opening.

I grinned at her and shook my head, pushing deeper until my finger was entirely buried within her walls. I pushed in and out of her tight cunt, amazed by how soft her inner walls felt as they clung to my finger.

Her head rolled back, and she raised her hips to meet my hand. "Go deeper, Henry. "I want you to go deeper..."

"Some things you simply know, brother. I don't need to see the world, which has only been harsh to me. This is where I belong. Here with you."

Her arms slid around my neck, and mine wrapped around her waist, as our bodies collided beneath the chilly water. There was no doubt that she felt my swelling cock pressing into her stomach, just as I couldn't ignore her firm breasts against mine.

I smiled down at her, pushing my finger as deeply as possible. "That's as deep as my finger can go, sweet girl."

Her eyes returned to my hand between her thighs. She resumed stroking my cock as I inserted another finger into her unschooled cunt. We both saw my fingertips slip between her sparkling petals.

"Oh, Big Brother. I've never felt anything this good before."

I looked at her, my sweet, innocent sister and her hips began unconsciously moving to the rhythm of my palm. "If you think this is divine, just wait until you feel my cock inside you."

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