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  Uh-oh. I had done it now -- I could tell.

  I'd obliterated her cherry.

  "Owwwwwww," moaned Connie loudly, who began to sit up.

  "Daddyyyy."

  "Everything's fine -- just a little longer," I told her, pushing her back down by the shoulder.

  Grabbing onto my daughter's hips, I slowly slid my slick dick almost all the way out, then quickly forced it back in for another round.

  Connie let out a long, low "oooohhhh", her voice sounding more satisfied now.

  Hearing her take even the slightest bit of pleasure in what I was doing to her got me even stiffer. I was now fucking her full-force, my engorged member plowing into her naughty, narrow oven, which was drenched but also on fire. I was consumed like an animal by my primal urges, my thoughts and needs only on fucking her silly.

  God, how I wanted to coat that hot, tight cunt of hers with my cum. Drown her in my seed until it poured from her pussy.

  I had already taken her cherry, however; I shouldn't take her chance at a better life if I were to knock her up, too...

  Feeling myself nearing the brink, I quickly yanked my rock hard meat out of Connie's scorching snatch and scrambled over to the top of the table. My daughter looked positively bewildered when, just a few seconds later, I tore away her covering and yelled:

  "Suck me, Connie! Suck me just like you did Dean Perkins!"

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  Excerpt from the bestselling Checking Her Cherry by Sarah Sethline:

  When I arrived home, I wasn't happy to see Danny, to say the least.

  "Did you have fun?" he asked, as if he were a perfectly normal dude.

  "Not too much fun I hope," he added.

  I shrugged my shoulders and started to reach under my skirt to lower my panties. Danny had other plans, however, and quickly shoved me against the front door before I could do what he wanted.

  "What the hell, Dan?!" I shouted.

  Was there no pleasing him?

  "You watch your mouth, Jane! I need to make sure you're not giving me a pair of decoy panties," said Danny as lifted the bottom of my skirt and tucked it inside my underwear.

  Decoy panties? Da fuck...

  He got down on his knees so his face was right up against my pussy. He took a deep inhale and breathed in the scent of my panties. He then scooted them down until they were clinging around my thighs. I blushed as I felt my pussy grow hot, hoping that Danny would touch me there.

  Danny pulled my angelic white panties a little closer to his body as he leaned in to inspect them. I could feel his hot breath on my virgin mound, and it excited me.

  "All--all clear?" I quivered, cursing myself in my head for craving a more thorough examination.

  "Not quite," responded Danny as he moved his hands onto my pussy lips.

  He was doing it -- he was really doing it, I thought, my whole body flushed with lust from this one simple touch.

  I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning as Danny smeared my folds around in his hands. He was holding up each individual pussy lip now, checking for any residual cum. My entire pussy was tingling from his touch -- I didn't want Danny to stop.

  Just then, Danny slipped his two longest fingers inside my hole and began slapping them about, fingering me in a frenzy as he checked my vagina for "evidence" that I had sinned. I reached out and grabbed onto Danny's shoulder, clenching it, trying my damnedest not to show that I was enjoying this.

  Danny must have had a real hard time determining what was my natural pussy juice and what was potential cum, as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, going harder and faster now. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, but it was no use.

  The pleasure that Danny was giving me was just too blissful to ignore.

  "Uhhh!!" I called out as I came with Danny inside me. My pussy clenched onto his digits, squeezing pleasure out of every wave. My orgasm seemed like it would never end as I came for longer than I ever had before.

  When I had finally finished cumming, I put my hands over my mouth in shock. I couldn't believe I had just let myself go like that in front of Danny!

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  My daughter decided she wanted to get her cherry popped sooner rather than later. I followed her into her bedroom right then and there, cock going crazy once again in anticipation of what was to come. I couldn't wait to throw my baby onto the bed and ram something inside her, even if it couldn't be my cock. It was such a thrilling thought, knowing I was to be the first to pop her cherry... paving the way for her future pleasure with my own two hands!

  As I watched her undress for the second time, all kinds of crazy thoughts began to race through my mind... sick thoughts, perverted thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, I could convince Cami to close her eyes and then swap out my own dick for the fake one. It was a damn near clone of my cock, anyway. She'd never had a dick in her -- she wouldn't know the difference!

  Would she?

  No, I couldn't do that. The second I sunk my thick, stiff rod into her hot damp pussy, I'd be a goner. I wouldn't be able to control myself -- I'd be latched onto her hips, pounding away, delighting in the visual of my cock sliding in and out of her overly-tight hole.

  "I'm ready for you, Daddy," said Cami, who was buck-naked on the bed.

  I watched in awe as she laid back and went spread-eagle for me. She was even more open than she'd been before, on the couch.

  Dildo in hand, I climbed onto the bed beside her and positioned myself between my daughter's legs. To my amazement, Cami took her stems and wrapped them around me tight, pulling me close to her pussy. It was almost as if she had me in some kind of wrestler's hold... and she wasn't letting go until I did her bidding.

  The only thing that separated my ravenous raging cock and my daughter's virgin, wide-open pussy was a couple inches and one pesky pair of pants. I desperately needed to adjust my pulsating prick, which was straining against my briefs so hard, I wouldn't be surprised if it ended up boring a hole through.

  "Ready to get started?" I managed to say, swallowing a big gulp of drool.

  I needed to stick this dick in her stat, get that pussy occupied, before I lost control and filled it with my own!

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  Even though Mandy's panties left little to the imagination, there was still way too much fabric cock-blocking my view. After a good amount of groping, I slid my greedy fingers up to the string waistband of my little girl's panties. Very gradually and very carefully, I started to peel off her undies; it was almost as if I were teasing myself, watching them slowly travel down and over her juicy, pillowy ass.

  Down, down, down went the panties, past my daughter's firm, round bottom and around her legs. After tracing them down her smooth, thick teenage thighs, I let them rest at her knees, so they'd be quick to yank back up if she started to wake.

  I paused for just a moment to drink in the full sight of my daughter's wonderfully fat ass, her pretty bare legs, and the panties around her knees. It was a vision that rocked my cock to the core.

  Oh, how I lusted after this fine piece of ass... this delicious piece of meat. I took out my cock and started to stroke it, gazing at my passed-out daughter's luscious curve.

  Slowly, tenderly, I rubbed my way back up to my daughter's rump
, so young and round and unassuming. I gathered a big handful of her tight tush and jiggled, delighting in the sexy shockwaves it sent coursing through the rest of her ass. My eyes then settled on my daughter's slit, and I felt a desperate and overwhelming urge to examine it.

  But first, another test. I clumped a generous patch of my daughter's tight ass between my fingers and squeezed.

  The little angel didn't utter a peep.

  I took a deep breath in, then placed both hands on either side of her round teenage rear. I was about to crack open her crack -- spread her cheeks and get to the honey inside.

  My daughter's fat flesh yielded easily to the command of my strong, pulling digits. The feel of my probing fingers caused Mandy to shift around a bit, but amazingly, it seemed she was actually opening herself up to me even wider. I now had even better access than I had before, courtesy of my unconscious daughter, unconsciously spreading her legs!

  My hungry fingers had her fat crack ripped apart in no time flat, and I was immediately treated to the sight of the round, puckered and incredibly small asshole that lie just in between. It was the faintest shade of pink, perfectly circular and completely hairless... and a hot and inviting hole at that!

  I resumed kneading her plump ass as I stared lustfully at her beautiful backdoor, unsure if I'd be content just ringing the doorbell, without going inside. I must have been massaging Mandy's cheeks harder and more pleasurably than I'd intended, because she was starting to moan softly in her sleep.

  "Mmm, you like that, baby girl?" I whispered, my fingers working their way into her crack.

  I forced three fingers flat and began to stroke the inside of her crease, caressing her hole softly, lightly... that is, until lust took over and I started furiously rubbing it. With my free hand, I journeyed under my dozing daughter's hips and onto her pussy. No clue what it looked like, I began to stroke her there, too, each hand moving in a synchronized frenzy as I rubbed my daughter raw.

  Mandy's moans may have been muffled by her pillow, but were still clear day -- she was purring in undeniable pleasure in her passed-out state, her grunts and groans a blissful reflex to how I was rubbing her butthole and pussy.

  It got me even harder knowing I was bringing my little girl such pleasure. Asleep or not, I was her daddy, and I was making her writhe!

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  SOLD: Into the Dungeon

  by Sarah Sethline

  SYNOPSIS: Jacqueline, Stacey and Amber are three friends who've been traveling together for years. Their latest trip ends up being their last after the girls wind up in a BDSM dungeon and find themselves having to "please" a variety of clients.

  Made to endure a series of BDSM punishments, their situation ends up being a good thing for Jackie, who secretly gets off on every twisted act. When they finally get a chance to escape, Jackie isn't so sure she wants to leave...

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  "Hurry up, Jax, we're going to be late!" yelled my friend, Stacey, as she headed out our hotel room door.

  "Okay, okay -- don't get your panties in a bunch," I said as I struggled to put on my other high heel.

  "Stacey's not wearing any panties," said my other friend, Amber, with a grin.

  "Um... TMI," I replied with a laugh as I followed my travel companions out the door and down the steps.

  The sun was shining brightly in Fiji today. As I followed the girls down the path to the bus stop, I couldn't help but get caught up in the magic of it all as I watched the palm trees sway.

  When we arrived where we needed to be to meet our transportation, we sat down on a nearby bench and waited. I turned to Stacey hesitantly.

  "Where did you say you found this tour?" I asked.

  "On the Internet," responded Stacey.

  "They had a website."

  "A really shady looking website," chimed in Amber.

  "With no reviews."

  "So?" shot Stacey.

  "Other countries don't have the same standards for web design, Amber. Stop being so judgey-judgey."

  Amber took a sip from her water bottle and rolled her eyes.

  "Hey, I think our ride's here!" I announced, noticing a van coming our way.

  "Umm..." mumbled Amber nervously when she saw what it looked like.

  It was the most broken-down, unofficial-looking vehicle any of us had ever seen. All but one of the windows in the back of the van were blacked out.

  "Are you sure about this?" I asked Stacey as I scanned the van's exterior for something -- anything -- that would soothe my apprehension.

  "It'll be fine," Stacey assured me as she began to gather her things.

  "But it doesn't have any windows!" I protested.

  "That's the kind of van drug dealers and child molesters use."

  "Oh come on, Jackie! Quit being ridiculous. Out of all the trips we've taken together, when has anything ever gone wrong?" replied Stacey.

  I supposed she was right.

  Just then, a big hairy guy with a greasy black ponytail emerged from the passenger side of the van.

  "You ladies go?" he said in broken English.

  He looked into each of our nervous faces, and then, as if sensing our reluctance, grabbed something from the van that was wedged in the dashboard. It was a piece of cardboard that had the words "ABC Tours" scrawled on it when he flipped it around.

  "Yes, yes," said Stacey to the man as she got up off the bench and motioned us forward.

  He slid the door open to the main part of the van, then waited for us to climb inside. There were no seats to speak of, and it stank.

  As we settled onto the floor, I turned to Stacey and said, "Tell me again why you didn't book with an established tour group?"

  "Because I wanted a private tour," she answered.

  "Don't worry -- this will be much better," she promised.

  SLAM!

  Amber screamed and both Stacey and I jumped as the man shut the van's door with force. I heard the sound of a key turn as we got locked in, which worried me a bit.

  The man who had let us in climbed into the passenger seat, the entire van rocking from his weight as he got situated. He turned to the driver, who was wearing a strange black mask, and gave him instructions in a language we didn't understand.

  The van sputtered to a start and began to drive away from the resort area. A grate separated us from the two men in the front, as if we were in a police car.

  As soon as we left the segregated gates of our hotel, it was like a whole new world. Gone were the palm trees, the pools, the fancy buildings. Things were now ve
ry rural, and also run-down. It felt like we were driving through the ghetto as we passed boarded-up stores, overflowing dumpsters and wild dogs. The girls and I had one window to look out of -- the one in the very back.

  "Huh. Is this what Fiji really looks like?" I wondered out loud. We had all slept through the initial drive from the airport to the resort.