Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

“Oh, yes, yes, I can’t wait until I have babies, Britney!” I moaned.

“I know!” my friend gasped. “Ooh, we should get out. I’m getting pruny!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped in agreement, my orgasm rushing through me.

I drowned in rapture as I shuddered against the wall. Mr. Miller grunted, pumping his wife’s asshole full of cum. I loved this so much. He had taken my virginity. He had fucked me so hard. And I was spending the night.

What would happen later on?

I couldn’t wait. I loved this so much. It was such a hot delight to fuck my best friend’s parents beneath her nose. I quivered to the peak of my orgasm and smiled. I would be coming over to the Millers’ house all the time.

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Kristen flung herself on her bed, finished with her latest diary entry.

She masturbated to the idea that Noriko was getting fucked, that good girl would do something so naughty. That her parents would have a threesome with her. It was all so wonderfully kinky. Kristen rubbed at her twat, wondering what she should write next.

There’s that D&D game coming up, she thought. My best friend will be over. Mmm, what if it became naughty?

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Virgin’s Naughty Fantasy Dream

Kristen Miller was hanging out with her friend, thinking about that next naughty story she wanted to write in her journal. That leather-bound one she had found at the Dollar Store for a steal. She had written three so far.

Three naughty stories.

This evening, she sat on the couch with her friend Natalie while in the dining room, which was just to the right, her older brother Carter held his weekly D&D game. The guys were off to rescue an elven princess from an ogre.

The story that she had been mulling over for the last few days finally clicked. Just how she wanted to write about her brother and Natalie finally hooking up. Kristen liked to think they would be great together. Just perfect.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Noriko, Kristen’s little sister’s best friend, sauntered by in a pair of shorts so tight it outlined her bubbly rump. When did Noriko start dressing like that? wondered Kristen. Is she trying to cock-tease Daddy?

That had been her last story. A hot one.

Or maybe she’s just growing up.

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” said Noriko. “Thanks for letting me spend the night again. I do so love sleeping here. It’s so… satisfying.”

“Good to hear,” Kristen’s dad said. He sold knives door-to-door and sometimes starred in her mother’s low-budget horror movies. “You know, my wife wanted to talk to you about having a role in her next film.”

If only Mom and Dad really produced pornos, thought Kristen as she waited for her chance to sneak off to write in her diary.

It was hours and hours before she had her chance. Long after the D&D game had wrapped up. She lay in her bedroom, her friend on the floor in a sleeping bag, just waiting for Natalie to fall asleep. Once she did, Kristen snuck out.

She stepped into the hallway. Her parents’ bedroom light was on. The moans of Kristen’s mother bled through the door. Smiling, Kristen knew where she got her horny pussy from. She headed to the stairs, passing her little sister’s room.

Britney’s door was open enough to see that Noriko wasn’t in there. Must be in the bathroom, thought Kristen. Though wouldn’t it be naughty if she was in my parents’ bedroom getting fucked.

Kristen almost wrote that story, but she already had one with Noriko. Now she wanted to write one about Natalie and her brother with a hot fantasy twist. Something just naughty and depraved. Kristen burned to pen it.

She hurried through the living room and headed outside. She went to the little cupola back there, sat on the porch swing, and started writing by moonlight.

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Natalie, my best friend, has a secret fantasy to be with Carter. And tonight’s her night to experience it. Thinking Kristen’s asleep, Natalie sneaks out of the sleeping bag she’s in and hurries down the hallway, past the stairs, and to the door that leads to the “mother-in-law’s apartment” over the garage that my big brother Carter has for his room.

Stripping naked, Natalie is so eager for this. Scared but aroused. This is her chance to finally make love to Carter. To show him that though she’s younger, she is just what he needs. She’s dripping wet as she opens the door.

But he’s sound asleep. Carter could sleep through an earthquake.

Undaunted, she slips into his bed, finds him naked, and snuggles up to him. When he wakes up, he’ll have such a naughty treat. She’s so eager for it. She wants to stay up, but she gets drowsy fast. She closes her eyes and falls into a dream.

A D&D dream.

In it, Natalie has become Princess Nataliala, an elf. And she’s been captured by the Ogre Kartem…

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Natalie Bishop

I woke up to Kristen heading to the bathroom or something. I rolled over and wanted to get back to sleep. I was so tired. I liked hanging out here, even if her brother played that stupid D&D. How was he going to get a girl when he played that?

I knew Kirsten wished I was into her brother, but it was not happening.

I rested my head on my pillow. My eyes closing. I sank back into sleep, thinking about her hunky father. If there was any person in the Miller family I wanted, it was Kristen’s dad. He was a hunk. I heard a rumor he stars in pornos her mother makes, not horror films.

But I doubted that was true. I just knew that…

I wanted Carter. My best friend’s brother was such a cutie. I just couldn’t get over how sexy he was. That D&D game he was running sounded like such fun, too. I just wished he would notice me. I was Kristen’s friend. Carson had known me all my life. I had to change it.

I had to be bold.

Kristen was gone. This was my chance.

I rolled out of my sleeping bed and darted out the door. I heard gasps and moans coming from Mr. and Mrs. Miller’s bedroom. They were going at it or something. Perfect. They wouldn’t be interrupting me with Carter. I darted past Britney’s open door, she was having a sleepover with her friend Noriko. Past the stairwell and to the apartment over the garage that Carter had.

How cool was that? His own apartment.

I reached it and took a deep breath. This was it. I pulled off the long t-shirt I wore for my nightie. My black hair spilled down my back in a ponytail, my big boobs appearing. I had gotten such a large pair in the last few years.

The titty fairy came for me. That was how Kristen put it.

I peeled off my panties, my cunt wet and juicy. I was so ready for this. Just so eager to do something so naughty and wild. I took in a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob. I twisted it and pushed the door open.

The soft sounds of Carter sleeping filled the air. My heart hammered a mile a minute as the hallway light spilled around me. But only for a moment. I closed the door and crept across the room, my big boobs jiggling.

This was it.

This was the night I lost my virginity and showed Carter I had grown up. I was more than Kristen’s annoying friend.

I pulled back the covers and found him sleeping naked. I blushed at the sight of his cock. He had a hardon. Morning wood or something. Guys got erect in their sleep. Or maybe he was having a naughty dream. I trembled and slipped in beside him.

I snuggled up against him, pushing my big boobs into his side. I snuggled in tight and shook him.

He kept sleeping.

I jiggled him harder, my heart beating faster than it ever had in my life. I was terrified. I had never been so scared in my life. This was so daunting. But I had to do it. I shook him harder. He didn’t wake up. I whispered his name. I kissed his lips.

“He really does sleep like the dead,” I muttered.

I laid my head on his shoulder. Then I would just wait in bed with him until he woke up. That had to happen soon. My eyes grew heavy. I wanted to stay awake, but the harder I tried, the faster sleep crept on me until…

I fell into dreams. I gasped, chained to the wall by the Ogre Kartem. I jiggled there, my elvish ears twitching, my big boobs bouncing. I was naked, vulnerable. How dare this disgusting brute chain me up. I was Princess Nataliala, the most beautiful and beloved of all the elves.

“You won’t get away with this, villain!” I cried as I fought the chains. I could hear the brute around the corner, his shadow dancing in the torchlight. A massive darkness that grew larger as he approached. “I will not break!”

“You sure?” the ogre growled, his shadow moving. He came closer and closer.

I swallowed against the fear. The chains rattled over my head. I had to be strong. I was Princess Nataliala. I would not bend or break. The Ogre Kartem would not make me scream with how ugly he was. I would not crack beneath his torment. He could–

Something yellow thrust out around the corner before the ogre appeared. I gasped, my cheeks burning with maidenly heat. It was a cock. He was naked and erect. There was so much of his dick that I saw before he appeared.

A tall brute that stood seven or more feet tall. He had… a handsome face. I was shocked by how attractive it was. Yellow, yes, but it had such masculine strength to it. Strong cheeks, bold tusks thrusting up from his lower jaws, and these eyes. Dark and passionate eyes.

His cock throbbed before him as I quivered. A wave of heat rushed through me. My nipples puckered hard atop my breasts. I couldn’t believe that such a blaze could quicken in my nethers. My heart raced as he advanced, licking his lips. His eyes flicked me up and down.

He was muscular, his chest broad and brawny with thick, black hairs covering his chest. Not a thick rug. A wonderful forest of masculine strength. I shuddered, the heat melting my nethers. A trickle leaked down my thighs.

“I will not bend, brute!” I cried out against my treacherous body. “You will not get the secrets of my people from me. Not a single one shall pass my lips.”

“What if I just want to hear you moan,” he growled, stepping closer and closer, his big dick thrusting at me. He was so huge.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction of crying out in pain,” I hissed, fighting this boiling temperature in me.

“What about in pleasure?” he asked, reaching me. He stroked my cheek with his fingers, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Confusion rippled through me. “P-pleasure?”

“Mmm, yes,” he rumbled, his voice so deep and thick. “Would you cry out in pleasure?”

I shuddered. “You do not wish me for my knowledge, but my womb! You desire to breed me!”

He grinned. “Yes, I do. I want my elf to be swollen with my child. Heavy with my baby. And I want to hear you beg for my seed.”

“Never!” I hissed, fighting against that burning heat in my cunt. “I will never submit to you and your foul lusts!”

“Foul lusts,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s so cruel of you to say that. There is nothing foul about my lusts. How could they when I lust for a princess? The most beautiful elf–the most beautiful maiden–in the world.”