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Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Watching her go, a brief hot flash shot through Martin's body as he spotted his precious daughters peach panties, bit his lip hard as his face went slightly red. Taking a moment to cool off, he decided that the car was indeed to hot at the moment, and that it would be a good idea to walk around a bit. Getting out of the car, he followed around there Danika had gone, and saw the door, slightly open. Confused, he wondered if perhaps she had found another bathroom elsewhere. Leaning against the wall by the door, he was about to let out a long held breathe when a small sound reached his ears. He would know that voice anywhere. Looking once more at the door, his mind wandered. In his head he saw himself, sitting in his car. Only the had been set back, and he was sitting backward. Below him of course, was his daughter, one leg spread out so far to hung out the open window, and his pants pulled down as he thrust into her, moaning as she writhed beneath him. He saw his hands grip her breasts, pull at them as he devoured hr lips in ravishing kisses, people drove by and stared at the site if they came to close. He could almost hear her moaning, pleading. Daddy, fuck me! Eyes bolting open, he realized that he had in act herd those very words. Trembling slightly, he pressed his head against the bathroom wall. Was she in there? After listening for a moment, he couldn't bare the question any longer, and he peeked round the crack between the door and the wall, staying low lest he be seen. Yet it was what he saw that made his eyes go wide. And it was lucky for him that no one was around right now, for his hand had unconsciously dropped to his crotch, rubbing lightly at the large bulge there. There she was, his little girl, moaning her her daddy. And try as he might, he couldn't look away. Slowly, his hand moved into his jeans, biting his lip as he continued to stare, and watch.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Please, Daddy... Danika groaned, sinking to the floor as her legs could no longer carry her, Fuck me... please, don't stop. She dipped two fingers into her tight, virgin hole. The sensation rocked her body forward and she gave out a louder cry than before. Her entire being shook with passion as she thrust her fingers into herself. In her daydream, Daddy was eating her out, lapping at her wet cunt like a hungry dog. Then he flipped her over and fucked her like a bitch in heat. Her hands gripped a chair and daydream!Danika realized they were at her audition. She was being fucked on stage like a whore! Her senses seemed to overheat at the thought. Daddy's hands gripping her waist and not letting her go, so all she could do was moan and beg for more in front of her peers and the directors. Yes... yes... oh, god- She tightened up, feeling her orgasm hit her like a wall, FUCK! DADDY! Danika slowly pulled her fingers from her cunt, looking at thin, ethereal strands of cum between the digits. A smile slowly formed on her face and she muttered, Let me clean you off, Daddy, before putting the fingers in her mouth and sucking on them. Yeah, she was that kind of slut. She chuckled darkly to herself and wondered what her friends would think. They'd ask if she'd fucked him yet, she figured, rolling her eyes.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

While she had been busy playing out her fantasy, Martin hadn't needn't as much imagination. He had all the inspiration he could ask for. Hardly believing what he was doing, he found himself enthralled by her words and actions as he slowly began to jerk himself up and down, masturbating in time with his daughters moans. If anyone had walked by he would have been in deep trouble, yet he was lucky.. this time, and found himself on the verge of climax. Once she inserted her stick fingers in her mouth, Martin could no longer bear it, having undone his pants, he let out a silent groan as he sprayed his cum all over the area in front of the door, panting in what he hope and prayed was silent matter. Getting a grip of himself, he grimaced at his mark, hoping she wouldn't notice. Silently however, a light went of in his head. Biting his lip, he hurriedly zipped up and rushed back to the car, sitting down as his mind raced. Yes, it would work, no doubt, if this was how she felt, then it couldn't hurt to at least try. It was a hot day, perfect. Waiting for her to come back to the car, he found he was still hard, and shook his head at the discovery. Looking about him, he nodded his head. A small smile crept on to his face. If this worked... this trip was about to become a whole lot more fun, and he would likely have to have this car washed a number of times before they were through.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Danika stumbled to her feet and quickly washed her hands. She splashed water on her face too, to clear up her head. She couldn't believe she just masturbated to the idea of fucking her own father. A laugh left her. What a silly notion. She turned and hobbled to the door, finally able to right herself as she reached the outside of the store. Her dad was still in the car, where she assumed he had stayed. I'm back. She announced playfully, hopping into the car, You didn't get too lonely out here, did ya?
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Giving her a sideways smile, it was unbelievable the change she had gone through, acting as happy and chipper as always. Not at all. He said, smiling a little at the irony of it all. Starting the car, he catted aimlessly with her for a while, asking about the schools and other such matters. After what it judged was enough time however. He turned to her, giving an odd little smile. You know, you really have grown to be a beautiful girl Danika... Pausing he chuckled. I'm sorry, a beautiful woman. IT was a little out of the blue, and he hoped it would catch her off guard. Smiling lightly to himself, he once again patted her thigh, only this time, when he didn't remove it, is was on purpose. Slowly, as if he weren't thinking about it, he moved his hand lightly, keep this up as he drove, letting the increasing heat and the contact do what he hope was a good enough job at making her think what had caused the incident at the rest-stop. Every so slowly, he let his hand clime higher up her leg, using a bump in the road as an excuse to let it jerk higher still. Eventually, it had disappeared under her skirt, and he could practically feel the warmth emanating from her recently pleasured virgin lips. Driving with one hand, he didn't make eye contact, not yet. First, he would see how she reacted, just to be on the safe side. Moving his hand up and down, massaging her thigh, he briefly felt the fabric of those peach panties, his heart racing as he imagined doing unspeakable things to his daughter, almost wishing he had rushed into that bathroom and taken the place of her hand.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Danika blushed at her fathers comment. Usually she adored getting compliments, but after the rush of feelings shed just had, the compliment struck her at an awkward angle. She shifted around shyly in her seat, coming to a dead stop when his hand landed on her thigh again. Remembering what she had done in the bathroom, her heart raced with both fear and excitement. How would he react if he were to some how find out? With the way his hand was inching up her leg, she figured she would find out soon enough. Her breath hitched, coming out in surprised little gasps and sighs as her dads hand ventured closer and closer to that warm spot between her legs. A surprised and slightly disappointed groan escaped her lips as he brushed her panties, D-daddy She slowly started to look up at him, when something caught her eye. Daddys pants seemed to be unusually tight, drawing her eyes to the bulge that was a little less than hidden. Her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Had he seen her? Or had he been thinking about it that much? And besides that, the thing straining the fabric of his pants was monstrous in comparison to the ones her friends had talked about. Her throat was suddenly dry. Did her father really want her like that?
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Somehow he hadn't thought about how obvious had arousal would become after only a short while of this activity, yet Martin thought that perhaps it would all work out for the best in any case, at least, if he was correct. Not responding to her murmur for some time, he continued to drive, his hand slowly rising even further up her thigh. Here he stopped however, and as the road evened out into a straight run, he turned briefly to look at her. Yes? He asked, the suggestion of a smile upon his face. For a long moment, he looked into her eyes, resisting the urge to do anything other then what he was already. It had started as a means of being slightly cautious, yet now, some part of him was almost enjoying teasing her like this. A turn in the road forced him to direct his attention back to his driving, but not his hand, which was still gently rubbing her tender thigh.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

His gentle touch on her was fire to her already sensitive skin. She could feel her stomach knotting up just as it had been earlier. When he looked to her, Danika couldn't and didn't try to hide the fierce blush on her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak as her father turned away to pay attention to the road. However, words didn't come out. Instead, something clicked in her mind. If her dad did indeed want her in that way and he was gonna tease her about it, then why should she play any easier to get. Though the blush didn't fade, a sly smile curled over her lips for a moment before she pulled her legs away from her did. Hoping that he would look over in surpriseconfusion, she put a feigning innocence look on her face, puppy-dog eyes and all. Although, instead of looking completely scared and distraught, as soon as their eyes met, she would flash him that coy smile of hers and bat her eyes innocently. For now, the car game was on.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Indeed, at first, as he felt Danika's legs pull away, he was rather surprised, but that one look told Martin all he needed to know. Not able to suppress a small smirk of his own, he let her alone for the time being, instead, he let out a mock breathe of exhaustion, fanning himself lightly with his now free hand. Knowing she knew it was all an act, he turned t her with a small smile. Pretty hot out today, isn't it? Smiling faintly as he spoke, he opened a few of the tops buttons of his shirt, his tanned skin showing beneath. An idea occurring to him, he turned back to his daughter for a moment. Say Danika.. I think I put some water in the backseat, would you mind grabbing some for me? Hoping she wouldn't suspect his ploy, yet knowing there was a good chance she did, he found himself rather glad she was wearing a skirt today. By now, it was quite obvious what the bulge in his pants was, and his eyes had a mischievous glint to them. Things were about to get rather interesting if he had his way.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Danika's attention immediately dropped to the top of the unbuttoned shirt. Sure, she'd seen her dad shirtless before, hell, even naked when she was younger, but it still felt like an entirely new situation! She blinked innocently at his question, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before squeezing between the two seats, butt proudly presented. The skirt flipped up as she jerked and wiggled to get closer to said waters. The peach panties still had the visible wet spot in the center of them, crinkled up as the fabric was riding up her tight, round ass. Deciding to be cute and not entirely realizing her skirt's own fiendish state, Danika wiggled her butt, whining that she had become stuck. She chuckled to herself, finding it silly and began to pull herself back into the front seats.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Flashing his daughter a coy little smile as she moved between the seats, Martin found his attention veering from the road to the very desirable sight right next to him. Spotting the wet point n her panties, he almost let out a chuckle. Biting his lip to suppress a grin, he waited till she wiggled her ass about, making claims about being stuck, to act. One hand still on the wheel, he gave her bottom a quick and teasing slap. Well now, whats this? He asked, and very lightly ran a finger over the wet mark, gently enough to hardly be felt, yet if she continued to move back to the front seat, he didn't intend to move his hand to make way for her. Finding it hard to enough to hold himself back, a grin spread across his lips as he gently began to pass his hand along her exposed rear. You know, they really should fix that door at the gas station.. His smile spread further still. You never know what kind of person may walk by. His hand pressed a little more firmly, keeping her in place a little more forcibly now.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

Danika began to scoot back to sit down, but stopped immediately. His hand was right on the warm, wet spot on her panties. She could feel herself already getting wet again! As he spoke, his intentions were made more clear than ever. A blush raced across Danika's face, realizing that they were, indeed, on the same page. Shaking her head, she knew she couldn't let herself be thrown off by this. If they wanted each other, then they'd damn well get it. Is that so? She purred back, rolling her hips so he would get a good feel of her ass and cunt, I hope who ever came by is interested in more.
Thread: A Degree for Daddy (gray/bedlam)

His grin taking in both ears now, Martin realized they were long past all pretense of caution. Still not turning his head to look at her, he merely began to move his finger across her covered slit, pressing harder and harder until finally, with a short jerk, his hand was under the soft pink fabric, pausing teasingly outside her warm folds, feeling how wet she was. Mmm, I think anyone who saw that would be more then interested. He mused, speaking of course, of the little show he had been privy to. Ever so slowly, he began tracing his fingers over the soaking entrance of her pussy, maddeningly slow and with just the perfect amount of pressure. An idea came to him then, and with a light chuckle, he uttered two words, realizing they were the only ones on this stretch of road... for now. Red light. With that, he turned the breaks on, not overly fast, but enough to give the car a light jar, and send two of his fingers deep inside the warm folds of his daughter. They were now stopped right in the middle of the road.
Thread: Please delete this thread.

Jesus look at this Mary Anne! Jake's father Angie growled showing his wife a newspaper as the family ate dinner Can ya believe it? A damn anthro is running for governor! For freaking Governor! God... and they think i'm a freak for marrying a catholic Italian. Same with me marrying a Jewish Boston gal. Angie sighed as he looked at Jake who was humbly eating his food What do ya make of this Jake? Eh I don't care. I think it's kinda cool. Jake answered and before his parents could retort he quickly grabbed his bags saying Gotta go! Bye mom! Bye Dad! Jake quickly hurried outside to his small car and got in. Sighing a bit he began to contemplate his biggest goal for today. Confess his love to his best friend. A furry girl. Yeah sure anthros and humans have gotten along... but a human being with an anthro was still considered taboo. Yeah sure they were friends but he wanted to be more than friends. With a sigh he started up the car which blasted Kishidan on the stereo. Yes Jake was a proud J-rock fan. Damn how can I tell her without anyone else around... Jake sighed as he drove towards his anthro friend's house to pick her up.
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Re More than Friends Mosh and Juggalo Jus' so it doesn't get lost in the threads.
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Re More than Friends Mosh and Juggalo WAITED LONG ENOUGH. PLEASE NULL AND VOID THIS THREAD
Thread: Contract Catastrophe

Sarah could barely believe her eyes as she looked into the newspaper on Thursday afternoon. She normally didn't bother with the paper, but all of her friends had urged her to get the paper and look at it. When she saw an add saying it was looking for young attractive females ages 18-21 for prospective models Sarah was completely unable to believe her luck. She'd always dreamed about being a model, and now it seemed she would finally be getting her chance. The next day, Sarah woke up early so she could get herself ready for the initial interviews at noon. She made sure to get showered, spritz herself with her favorite perfume, fix her hair just right and tried several different outfits before finally fixing her make up. After a quick glance in the mirror, she finally declared her appearance to be fitting for a model. She finished getting ready almost two hours early and had to sit around rather impatiently before finally after what seemed forever, it was 1130. She walked out to her car, a silver Honda civic, and drove to the building mentioned in the add. She quickly made her way inside and was directed by a secretary to where she was to wait. Sarah calmly walked up in line and before long, people started being let into the room they were standing in front of one by one. Waiting in line seemed to take forever, though in reality it was only half an hour at most, but finally she heard Next! Sarah quickly walked into the room to see a woman sitting behind a desk and quickly walked inside, closing the door behind her and sat in the chair across from her, waiting for her interview to start.
Thread: Contract Catastrophe

Sarah did excellant on her interviews. So well she was offered the job. The company put a contract in her hand that day. She would be going to Switzerland for her initial training. After that she could be placed anywhere in the vast conglomerate. They wanted Sarah for a Spokesmodel at large. Which would mean she would Be literally bounced around the world. Her first assignment ws to report to a Mr. Peterson in switzerland on the company Jet. She had to sign the contract on the spot. Notime to have a lawyer checkit out. The company would hire the first young Lady to sign. Sarah beat everyone to the punch.
Thread: Gibberish

In benefiting the nature of Mr kite and his regular customers at the eighteenth concert benefit today we will be having a show. Its something that works towards the benefit and betterment of us all and in the long run will lead to a magnification of social grace within the members of the community. Beginning in the center there will be strides made towards the end of our possible conflagration of future arrangements. Making steps towards a harmonious ascent towards the glorious pinnacle of humanity's realization of self as a species, A glorious and dominant species of a scale never before observed in the history of the universe. We shall begin....now. In the spring there is Mrs, Luffet who knits duvet covers as a side business, she never asks much for them just enough to get by. We have before us a massive cover one of such glorious magnitude the people shall look upon it in wonder. Mrs. Lufffet's Large duvet cover. It can cover the biggest duvet ever made...and more, yet that is not all, you can use it to cover your automobile and its various other parts about the house...why not just cover the house? My good sir..that is a waste, a terrible insulting waste to the duvet cover of Mrs. Luffet. In the astounding appropriations of alacrity and austerity comes Mr Bodot. He has the most well trained wild mustache these parts have ever seen, it twists and turns, curls glistening in the morning dew before it shakes itself dry. Riding his lip like a proud warrior it bends to each quick stroke downwards of his steel comb while fending off the razor with a precision that is just...staggering.
Thread: I'm looking for good Futa art.

I'm looking for any and every kind of Futa art. You name it, if it's got futa in it, i want to see it. Any and all help is appreciated.
Thread: I'm looking for good Futa art.

What exactly is Futa?
Thread: I'm looking for good Futa art.

Myra Midnight said What exactly is Futa? Click to expand... A girl with a cock
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Forever Unbreakable said Myra Midnight said What exactly is Futa? Click to expand... A girl with a cock Click to expand... Or a boy with breasts. It's a Hermaphrodite
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Yea, i find them fascinatingly erotic. Any links, pics, gifs, stories, character idea's. If it's futa, it's welcome here.
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Futa away!
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prettylykSIN said Futa away! Click to expand... Thank You -D
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I found these a hell of alot funnier than wickedly disturbing. D
Thread: From hate comes love. (My_Apocalypse_Pony and I)

Joe was in essence a nerd, in every sense of the word but he was happy. He loved computers, math, books and especially liked doing complete college level math books just for the heck of it. He was a very calm and collected person, women barely fazed him as he was more intrigued by science and the internet. His intelligence had made him cold through out the years, in a way he had forgotten how to deal with people and had no friends but his tools and comic books. He was the complete opposite of his sister even if she was his twin. He was not your normal nerdy guy, he was antisocial in many ways but still did exercises in his room, which was the old attic of the three story house. He had black hair that was combed back, icy blue eyes, black framed glasses. His height was 5'7 and his body was well toned, he was no giant in strength but his body health showed. He ate healthy too and never ate too much. He was rarely seen out of his room. He could only be in two places, the school lab or in his room. He only came down to the kitchen for food or for a shower in the second floor bathroom. Joe sat infront of his computer desk in his room, he was working on a program, being a creature of habit as he was. He always wore the same style of clothes and was always well groomed and dressed. He wore today a white buttoned up shirt with a red tie that hung loose around his neck. He had just gotten home from school a few hours before and hadn't undressed yet. Black formal jeans and a pair of black formal boots. His room had a bit of everything from classical music to melodic death metal. Some Basch played in the back ground. He cracked his neck a little as he decided to head downstairs to the kitchen for some water. He undid his tie and threw it on top of his small single bed and walked down stairs. With wonder for his much more rebellious twin sister.
Thread: From hate comes love. (My_Apocalypse_Pony and I)

Lyndsey is your average teenage goth, dark clothes, dark makeup, and dark music. Her hair is always changing, as is her style. She mix and matches her dark goth clothes with that of her best friends Kandi Kid attire. When she isn't skipping school she is at home playing gory video games or with her friends at the local goth club. Unlike her brother, Zee is pretty social she has a few close friends and quite a few acquaintances. The only thing she has in common with her brother is her eye color. Sitting on the Kitchen counter Lyndsey took a large bite of the pizza that had just been delivered then went back to playing silent hill on her psp. She wore huge pink headphones that matcher her thigh high fishnets. The headphones blared some metal band that she had on her ipod. Her hair was black this week, with purple bangs. Swinging her legs her chunky knee highs banged against the cupboard. She wore a black t-shirt that said Zombies give great hugs across the the chest and pvc shorts with garter straps underneath to hold up her fishnets.