Naughty Loaf

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 After what happened in the locker room showers, holding back became way harder. Unfortunately, neither of us had time after school, so we were supposed to go without touching until the weekend. Obviously, that didn’t work—we nearly got caught jerking each other off in toilet stalls or making out in the hallway. Finally, the weekend came, and my classmate invited me over to spend Saturday night together. It was clear what that meant, so I was super nervous—I’d never had sex with a guy before. I showed up at his place that evening, dressed for the occasion, even bringing a bouquet of flowers. He opened the door, and the sight was stunning. He’d dolled himself up again in girly clothes—skirt, stockings. I loved it, complimented his look while handing over the fragrant flowers. He was thrilled, clutching them in his slender fingers, sniffing deeply, then flashing me an adorable smile. He told me to come in and gave me a quick tour of the empty house. He offered me soda and homemade co...

The Final episode again:  At least a month had passed since the THIRD lesson, and I was already very excited for the fourth one to finally come. I think I had completely fallen in love with my sister back then. She was a beautiful girl; her eyes sparkled like stars, and her red hair was like a blazing fire that warms you on a cool night. I couldn't think of anything else, anyone else, only her—and she knew it well; she teased me every single day. She flirted with me whenever she could. Sometimes she'd suck on my neck and stroke my cock for a few fleeting moments behind our parents' backs; other times, she'd reveal her naked charms to me. I was terribly starved, and she knew it well; she was aware of what I felt, aware of how much it drove me crazy. I was the little insect trapped in the web, and she was the beautiful, seductive, cunning spider. I was already satisfying myself at least six times a day, but it wasn't enough—nothing was enough. Then, just when I had al...

 The days dragged on, and our demonic aunt had completely taken control of the house and the family. She groped us whenever she could; sometimes it even felt good, but then she’d always go wild—scratching, biting, choking. One day she squeezed my throat so hard I pissed myself, and she just laughed. She tormented my poor little brother too: gagged him, tied him up, stubbed cigarette butts on his naked skin. In just one week, we were covered in scars. Mom, with tear-stained eyes, apologized for being too weak to drive away her tyrant sister. She kissed me and begged me not to be angry with her—but how could I be mad at her? I hated only our cursed aunt with all my heart. One evening I heard noises from Mom’s room—moans. I went to see what our aunt was doing to her this time and peeked in. Mom was tied naked to her bed, a black cloth blindfolding her, a massive vibrator jammed in her pussy on insane speed. The bed between her thighs was soaked through. I immediately switched off the ...

 As a young teenage guy, three things can really grab your interest: women, drugs, and rock & roll. Women were what got me the most, so when I went out partying and managed to hook a super hot college girl, needless to say, I couldn’t wait to pound her thoroughly. She’d drunk enough to laugh at all my lines, and at the end of the party she mentioned she didn’t live far—maybe I could walk her home. She was seriously hot: thick thighs, firm ass, and massive tits. I was buzzing, literally walking her to her place with a rock-hard dick. At her apartment we started making out. Her kisses weren’t perfect, but those thick lips felt great to imagine wrapped around my cockhead. I went to the bathroom to piss—I’d downed plenty of beers too—and when I came back, I was shocked: she’d passed out on her bed, snoring loudly. Talk about awkward. I couldn’t wake her no matter what; she didn’t respond at all. There I sat on the edge of her bed, staring sadly at my hard-on. I thought about just j...

 After our successful date, I was thrilled when my classmate sat next to me at our desk the next morning. We were both excited, craving each other’s touch, but had to restrain ourselves during lessons. Still, he was bolder than me; whenever no one was looking, he’d grope me, and during one class he even tried slipping his hand into my pants, but it didn’t work—too many people would’ve noticed. Our last period was PE, and by then we were completely worked up, burning with desire. It didn’t help that the girls wore tight leggings during volleyball—I could barely take my eyes off them. After class, we exchanged a look in the locker room and knew we were thinking the same thing. We waited until everyone left and went home. Once we were sure the coast was clear, we slipped into the shower together. There we stood, facing each other, completely naked, just staring for a moment. He was very slim, with a rather girlish figure, though I’d describe his butt as nicely shaped. Apart from his f...

 I waited until late afternoon, then gathered my courage to tell Mom everything about what our demonic aunt had done to me and my little brother. I only hoped she’d believe me and not think it was some sick story I’d made up just because I didn’t like her. As I approached Mom’s room, I heard some kind of noise, like bed creaking. The closer I got, the more I noticed faint moans. Mom’s door was wide open, which struck me as odd. I peeked in and was completely stunned by the sight. There was our aunt, lying on top of Mom in her bed, fingering her pussy while biting her neck. Mom glanced at me; it was clearly embarrassing for her to be seen like this, and she blushed deeply, but she kept moaning. Our aunt turned toward me too, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She pulled her sticky fingers out of Mom’s pussy and beckoned me closer. Worried about Mom, I walked over and asked our aunt what the hell she was doing to her. As it turned out, this wasn’t the first time she’d gone af...

  **Warning! This story contains disturbing elements!** After our aunt had finished with us, my little brother and I started to truly fear her. We considered telling our mom about it, but we didn’t want to wake her after her night shift; the poor woman was utterly exhausted. We had to wait until she woke up, but our aunt didn’t sleep in. She got up early to go jogging, then cooked lunch for us. She invited us into the kitchen to eat, and we couldn’t say no, especially after she’d spent hours preparing those fragrant dishes. She seated us next to each other while she sat across from us, and we began eating. I noticed she hadn’t put anything on her own plate; it sat empty. I asked why she wasn’t eating. She said I was right; it was time for her lunch too, and she slipped under the table, which we found extremely odd. Under the table, our aunt pulled out both our cocks and started pleasuring us. Of course we tried to resist, but she said if we didn’t let her, she’d wake Mom by complai...

 It felt a bit strange running into my classmate at school after everything that had happened. We never talked about what he’d done to me in my room; there was no need to discuss it. We both knew exactly what had gone down, and neither of us felt like we’d committed some kind of sin. For my part, I’d stopped agonizing over whether I was gay or not. I clearly wasn’t completely straight, but that was nobody else’s business. In the middle of one lesson, my classmate scribbled something on a scrap of paper and showed it to me: “My place today?” I looked him straight in the eye and nodded. When the bell rang and everyone stood up, he took advantage of the moment when no one was watching, brushed his hand over my cock, and flashed me that girlish, charming smile. Before I headed to his address, he texted me to say I couldn’t come upstairs today, but he still wanted to meet. Of course I agreed. I waited in front of their building; I’d arrived a little early and was incredibly nervous. The...

 The summer break had begun, and I could finally get some distance from high school. I'd had enough of it by the end, as the coursework just kept getting harder and harder. My mom told me and my little brother that our aunt would be visiting us at the start of the summer break and would mostly be looking after us for a while. I didn't need any supervision; I just wanted to hole up in my room and play on my computer all day long. I was glad that, thanks to my aunt, I wouldn't have to babysit my little brother for a while. Our aunt was quite an attractive woman. She was in her forties, but she could easily pass for much younger. She was tall, athletic, slender, and had enormous breasts that she made no effort to hide—her cleavage practically hypnotized me. Our mom had to work a lot because of our good-for-nothing dad who had abandoned us, so we figured we wouldn't see much of her during the summer break either. We just had to accept that. One night, I was playing on the c...

 I was in high school when this happened to me. I was young, a teenager, and terribly horny, like everyone else in the class; the testosterone was just surging inside us. There were plenty of attractive classmates, and from other classes too—the school was full of hot girls. The only problem was that almost all of them were taken. Unfortunately, for every girl there were at least six guys, so they were snatched up quickly, and since I was much shyer than the others, I couldn’t compete with my peers. I jerked off more and more at home, increasingly desperate to experience the warm touch of a woman’s body, but as soon as I mustered the courage to ask a girl out, she already belonged to someone else. Then one day a new classmate joined us; at first I thought it was a girl, but when he introduced himself, he said a boy’s name. It surprised everyone, because his voice was extremely high for a guy, his body was slender, his hair long and black, and his face was cute—if you can say that a...

   Two more weeks had passed since the second lesson, but this time my sister started teasing me in increasingly risky ways. There was a time when she began stroking my cock right behind our mother's back in the middle of a store, at the checkout. There was also a time when, while I was watching TV with our dad, she appeared next to me in the doorway and showed me her bare breasts, which fortunately our dad didn't notice. Similar things happened for two weeks, but she didn't jerk me off, didn't suck me, didn't bring me to orgasm; I had to take care of that myself. Finally, I received instructions for the third lesson—or rather hints—because my sister quite often licked my neck or licked between her two fingers. I had no idea how to lick a girl's pussy, so I had to ask for help. I had a classmate who had allegedly already had sex, and I asked him for advice. He initiated me into everything: the structure of the pussy, I learned what the clitoris is, and he even s...

  Two weeks had already passed since my sister did “that” with me. I was impatiently waiting for our affair to continue. Every single day, I jerked off multiple times thinking about my sister; I couldn’t think of anything else—she was all that occupied my mind. The big day arrived. During breakfast, my sister whispered to me that tonight she would show me the second lesson; I just had to visit her in her room. A huge erection appeared in my pants, and since I was wearing tighter pajamas, my sister immediately noticed it. It made her smile, and while our mom turned to the kitchen counter, she reached into my pants under the table and started stroking me with those delicate, slender little fingers of hers. I came almost instantly; I simply couldn’t hold back my semen—I was already too aroused. My sister pulled her hand out of my underwear, which was generously covered in my cum, but it didn’t bother her at all; she started smelling it. Our mom suddenly turned around for some r...

  I was still young, young and ignorant when this happened to me. I don't remember exactly how old I was; that detail somehow got lost, but I must have been in fifth grade at most, or something like that. My sister, who was already in high school at the time, was a very beautiful girl; she had plenty of suitors, and it was no secret that she hadn't been a virgin for quite a while. One evening, curiosity drove me, and I decided to peek at her through the keyhole of the bathroom door. Our parents were away, celebrating something—maybe an anniversary or whatever—so I didn't have to worry about them noticing. I bent down to the keyhole, from which a yellowish light was filtering out. I peeked in at the perfect moment, because my sister's wonderful curves immediately appeared before me. She had a firm, round butt, beautiful, rounded little breasts, and a completely bare little pussy. This was the first pussy I'd ever seen, aside from my mother's. I was compl...