Part 2/3

Life in the house on a hill was very comfortable. Unlike their previous small apartment, everyone had their own private space, which significantly boosted their confidence. John secured several new contracts for meat sluts, and the company began to thrive even more. Valentina began to improve her studies and even started dating a very handsome guy who promised to decapitate her during the prom.

Only Maria had stopped robbing random sluts on the beach. Partly because tending to the entire house required much more time, but mainly because her lust was now focused on one specific person.

About a month after moving in, the quiet afternoon was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Maria, dressed in a red dress, approached the door and opened it.

"Good evening," Mave greeted her with a smile. "I'm here for the rent."

She was dressed very elegantly. She wore suit trousers, a white shirt, and a green tie. Maria sighed loudly, grabbed her tie, and pulled her inside. In the hallway, she began kissing her and removing her clothes. By the time they reached the living room, they were both naked.

John smiled, but Maria didn't let him just watch. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The three of them were already carried away by their ecstasy and began caressing and arousing each other.

"Can I watch?" Valentina asked.

"Of course, honey," her mother replied excitedly.

While her daughter sat on the couch, took off her pants and panties, and began touching herself, Mave dove in and began giving John a blowjob, while he fondled and bit Maria's breasts. Soon, he had the landlady on the table, entered her, and penetrated her until she had an orgasm. Then he brutally pressed his wife against the wall and began to penetrate her as well, tying her hands behind her back. The helpless woman had no choice but to accept his brutal penis and reached orgasm within minutes as well.

John exchanged women several more times. Valentina masturbated openly and climaxed several times herself. Finally, Mave joined her, and the two began fingering each other while John pushed Maria onto the other end of the couch, furiously penetrating her now-tired pussy, and filling it with a massive amounts of cum.

Everyone collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. Maria laid on Valentina and Mave's laps while she prodded John's cock with one foot. The member was already growing hard again.

"That was so good," Mave sighed. "I guess I should come pick up the rent more often."

John and Maria laughed at the joke.

"You have to join the family," Maria said seriously.

The landlady smiled lazily at the thought. She had felt a strong bond with these people almost from the start, and the idea didn't shock her at all.

"And how would that work?" she wondered. "You'd adopt me? Then I'd lose the right to this house. It belongs to my dad, after all."

“We're not moving out,” John declared.

“Marry John,” Maria suggested, looking Mave in the eye from knee height.

“That's a cool idea,” Valentina admitted. “You'd make a great stepmother.”

Mave daydreamed for a second, but quickly returned her thoughts to reality.

“How do you expect this to work?” she asked. “He’s already married to you.”

“Right,” Maria admitted, then reached for a large knife on the table. “Consider this a proposal.”

She put the knife to her throat and, still lying on Mave's and Val’s laps, plunged it deep. She gasped as blood from the severed arteries spurted upward and splashed Mave. As long as she had control of her hands, she slashed her neck further and further. After that the redhead absentmindedly took the knife from her and severed her head completely. Then she looked at John with confusion.

“I guess you’re single now,” she concluded.

He seemed more shocked than the situation required. After all, it was only his slut wife being snuffed. But then she spotted his hard penis, and despite his confusion, she knew what he wanted to do. She dropped her body to the floor, approached the man, and impaled his wife's head on his penis, leaving the tip sticking out through her mouth. She looked into Maria's eyes, which were aware enough to register her surroundings, then began kissing her while giving John a blowjob. This went on for a few minutes, but it was tiring and not really arousing. She threw the head to the corner and shoved the penis deep into her own throat. The sight of the choking girl and the thought that his wife had given her life for this brought John to orgasm again. He managed to pull his penis out just enough to spray Mave's face with semen.

They needed a moment to rest again. John slumped against the back of the couch, and Mave nestled against his crotch, ready to do it again. Finally, John stood up.

"Well, we made a bit of a mess," he said. "Val, help us clean up. We'll take care of the blood, and you take out the trash." The daughter obediently went to the kitchen, brought the largest garbage bags, and put Maria's body in one of them. As she added the head, the thought crossed her mind: this woman had raised her and cared for her for eighteen years. And now she was just trash. She was happy about it too, now she had a nicer, younger and sexier stepmother. She carried the bags out to the front of the house and placed them next to the dumpster.


***


John parked his car in front of a mansion. He got out and surveyed the building. It seemed much larger and more opulent than his current home. However, in his opinion, the house on a hill still felt cozier.

The man was dressed in his best suit. Mave, who had arrived with him, wore a green evening dress. The color perfectly complemented her eyes.

They walked to the door and rang the bell. They waited for a moment, then the lock clicked and the door opened. A woman stood there. Her red hair was streaked with gray. Her left eye was covered with an eyepatch, while her right eye had the same emerald hue as Mave's. Her beautiful, elegant dress hugged her shapely, well-groomed body with ample breasts, which were exposed with an oversized neckline.

"Please come in," she invited them inside.

An older man was also waiting for them in the dining room. He had gray hair, an athletic build, and a significantly more expensive suit than John's. The guest introduced himself to Mave's parents and learned their names were Roderick and Sive.

They sat down at the table together. They were also joined by the hosts' four, very well-dressed daughters, ranging from eighteen-year-old teenagers to young adults. All of them were redheads. In the center of the table, as a centerpiece, laid a naked, roasted body of a girl. One professional glance was enough for John to determine that the slut had been ordered from his company.

The evening was very pleasant. They ate the girl, Mave's father told the guest about his business model of murdering people, taking over their apartments for next to nothing, and then renting them out. He also complained a bit about the law that made it difficult to undercut buying costs. The fiancée's mother didn't say much, as she knelt under the table and gave John a blowjob.

"Let's talk business now," Roderick suggested as they finished eating.

It sounded as if the redhead were a commodity for sale. John felt he was about to come.

"I own a thriving catering company," the guest explained, trying to hold back a moan. "Besides, today we ate one of my sluts. I will ensure your daughter's well-being and a life filled with love."

Mave's father scratched his chin.

"Those are very beautiful words," he admitted dryly. "But that's not enough. Let me show you how deep the love runs in our family. Roisin, please come here."

The red-haired girl, called out, approached her father with a smile. She was perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Tell us about your passion," the father asked.

"I love music," the girl replied. "I've loved playing since I was a little girl, and my father has always supported me. He even enrolled me in the best music school in the city. And next week our orchestra is playing for the president himself. All thanks to my dad."

She looked lovingly at her father. He returned the gaze, filled with affection, then reached for a knife and slit the girl's throat. Blood spurted from severed arteries as she collapsed to the ground in convulsions. Inarticulate gags rose from her throat, and a stream of urine shot from between her legs. The other girls giggled at the site of their humiliated sister.

"Those little redheads are worthless trash," said Roderick. "But since you want this particular slut, let's make a deal. Mave, honey, give me a blowjob, while I speak with your new owner."

"Okay, Daddy."

John's fiancée knelt before her father, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. It was clear that killing his daughter had excited him more than he cared to admit. Before taking it into her mouth, she smiled at her mother, who was on the verge of bringing her fiancé to orgasm.

"I could offer you shares in my company," John suggested.

The host nodded, accepting the idea.

"Then I'll deed Mave the house on a hill. She'll own it, and when you get tired of that slut and kill her, you'll have it. Deal?"

John didn't answer, though. He'd just orgasmed and was filling his host's wife's throat with his cum. She choked and gagged, but the man held her head until he finished.


***


The long-awaited wedding day was finally there. The guests arrived at the house on a hill, eager for the bloody orgy that awaited them. John wondered if everything had been planned well enough, but despite constant checking, he couldn't spot a single flaw.

The groom was dressed in his best suit. He stood nervously near the fire, where one of the sluts from his company was being roasted. He also absentmindedly poked an iron rod immersed in the flames. Occasionally, guests would pass by and chat, but despite small talk, he couldn't remember who he was talking to or what they were talking about.

Finally, she appeared. Mave entered the yard wearing a long, beautiful dress. She looked phenomenal. Her red hair, styled in an elaborate updo, contrasted perfectly with the white of her dress and veil. She was escorted by her father, ever the most elegant. Beside them walked her mother, dressed in a blue dress and wearing a matching eye patch. The father handed his daughter over to John, and as the guests took their seats, they both approached the priest. They exchanged vows, promising to live in love and respect and to fulfill every sexual desire of theirs until Mave was able to draw breath. They officially became husband and wife. Mave removed her veil and kissed her husband. A very long and passionate kiss, to excite the guests as much as possible.

After everyone congratulated the newlyweds, John tapped his glass with his spoon to attract their attention.

"Thank you all again for coming!" he said, as everyone's eyes were fixed on him. "Before we begin the feast, Mave has a few words for you. Sweetheart…"

"This is a very important moment for me," the bride said. "I'm leaving one family to start another. Therefore, I would like to farewell my parents, as is tradition in my family. Mom…"

Sive approached the girl and stroked her cheek. She then lifted the fork and looked deep into her daughter's eyes. Mave smiled while she was trembling with excitement. Her mother gripped her daughter's head tightly, swung her arm, and plunged the fork deep into her left eye. She fell to her knees and let out a long scream as blood poured down her cheek. Her mother ignored her daughter's pain. She pried the eye with the fork and pulled it out of its socket with a disgusting smack. The woman then grabbed a knife, severed the organ, and put it in her mouth. She smacked her lips for a moment, her face clearly filled with satisfaction.

"I've raised you for so many years to finally be able to do this," she said with a slight sigh.

Mave sat on the ground, shaking with pain. The guests watching her began caressing and kissing each other. Meanwhile, John approached the rod lying in the fire and took it in his hand. At its tip was a yellow-hot seal.

“Since I'm Mave's new owner now, it's time to properly mark her,” he explained. “Mave, darling, can you…?”

The redheaded, blood-soaked girl smiled weakly. With trembling hands, she grabbed the neckline of her dress. She tugged it with a practiced movement, but it took several tries to tear the top of her dress in half, revealing her round, not-too-large breasts. She grabbed one and offered it to her husband. He touched the heated tip to her skin, and a hiss and the smell of burning flesh filled the yard, overpowering the scent of the girl roasting in the fire. Mave yelled in extreme pain.

Then it was time for dinner. John carved the slut, and Mave handed the meat out. She had to endure the pain and humiliation of serving the guests bloodied and with her breasts exposed. But the guests' growing excitement seemed worth it.

When everyone had their meal, John couldn't hold back any longer. He approached his wife, ripped off the rest of her dress in one swift movement, and pressed her face down against the table. He pulled out his hard penis and shoved it unceremoniously into her pussy. Despite her protests and moans of pain, she was very wet. Before he could finish, his wife, brutally penetrated in front of everyone, including her parents and sisters, came twice. Finally, John too climaxed. Rewarded by an applause, he pumped massive amounts of semen into her. The women at the wedding began to pleasure their men.

John grabbed Mave by the hair and looked into her only eye.

"More..." the bride moaned, unprovoked by any question.

John pushed her toward the horny guests. The men grabbed the naked woman and went at her just as brutally as her husband had. For the next few hours, the bride was harshly penetrated in every orifice, including her newly emptied eye socket, and flooded with ever-increasing loads of semen. She didn't know who had fucked her or how many times, but she counted John and her father twice each.

When the men couldn't do it anymore, they abandoned her on the grass, dirty and battered. She couldn't move, and her whole body ached from the excessive use. At this moment she was just a cum bucket, left aside after use. She felt overly humiliated and very close to death. She smiled weakly as she lost consciousness. Now she understood why women remembered their wedding day so fondly.

Part 3/3

John and Mave were sitting at the table together, doing taxes. Living in one’s own house wasn’t all sex and fun, as it seemed. They were both naked though, as this task was so boring, they couldn’t help themselves but to distract themselves fucking for a good hour, before they decided to return to it. As the redhead emptied her husband’s testicles dry, they had no more excuse. The only garment Mave wore was her black eyepatch.

Suddenly, the front door opened. Valentina entered the house, slammed the door behind, and stormed down the hall toward the stairs. John and Mave followed her with their eyes. Then they looked at each other.

"I'll talk to her," the father suggested.

He got up from the table, went upstairs, and cautiously approached his daughter's bedroom door.

"Val? Is everything okay?"

He waited a moment for a reaction, but there was none.

"Val, did something happen on the date?"

Still nothing. He decided this was one of those moments when he needed to give his daughter some space.

“If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I can…”

At that moment, however, the door opened. The girl let her father in. Her makeup was ruined. It was obvious she'd been crying. John sat down on the bed next to her.

“He dumped me!” she finally screamed. “We were walking when suddenly that busty Travis came up and asked if he wanted to fuck her, and he immediately said we were done and went with her!”

John said nothing. He decided to let his daughter finish talking before she jumped to conclusions.

“Of course, I wouldn't mind him fucking her,” she continued. “I would love to lick her pussy myself. But he looked me in the eye and dumped me!”

“He didn't even snuff you.”

“Right?! What a jerk! He doesn't have the courage to end a relationship properly!”

Angered, Val clung to her father and began to cry again.

“I wanted to get snuffed at prom so much,” she wailed. “Nobody wants to kill me…”

John let her cry.

“If you want, I can sign you up as a meat slut in my company,” he offered, after her emotions had subsided a bit.

“That’s no fun,” she said with disgust. “Remember when Lucia volunteered?”

“Your sister? Sure.”

“That was booooring. She couldn’t even be alive during the grilling.”

“We have health regulations for a reason…”

“I don’t want to die just like that. I want my death to be important to someone. To someone equally important. Like mom and you.”

“You’re important to me,” her father admitted, trying to understand the teenager’s twisted logic.

“Thanks, Dad, you’re a sweetheart.”

She embraced him and kissed him. For a moment, their tongues touched and they began to make out lustfully. Val, however, didn’t take it any further. She pulled away after a moment and looked at her father with a faint smile.

"I appreciate your efforts, but I want to be snuffed on my own terms. Now, if you'll excuse me. Roxy's streaming as she’s snuffing her mom, and I don't want to miss that."

John kissed his daughter, gently this time. He smiled. Val had failed, but at least she knew what she wanted. Living in the house on a hill has boosted her confidence this much. She was an adult now and could handle herself, even in these difficult situations. When he left the room, she had already taken off her shirt and was fondling her breasts while opening her laptop.

He went downstairs, where his wife and dreaded taxes awaited him.


***


John was sitting in his office, organizing his paperwork. All the day's business had been taken care of, and he was getting ready to leave. However, a knock on the door interrupted his work. Daria, his incredibly sexy secretary, peeked in.

"Hey, boss," she said, "Two things before you leave."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," her superior replied automatically. "If you've finished your report, you can go hang yourself."

"Thank you," Daria replied, blushing.

"And the other thing?"

"You have visitors. Do you want me to let them in?"

John nodded, and the secretary stepped aside to let Roderick and his family through.

"So, how's our newlywed doing?" he asked cheerfully.

"Thank you, very well," John replied, knowing it was just small talk before the real deal. "We're going out for a romantic dinner tonight."

"You haven't snuffed her yet?" his father-in-law laughed.

“I'm not going to kill her,” the man replied, slightly offended. “I love her very much and want to be with her until the end.”

“The same as with Maria?” Sive asked with a sly smile.

“That's completely different…”

“And the same as with Betty?” the secretary asked, stripping naked. “Or with Jane?”

“Get off me, will you?”

Everyone except John laughed, but they didn't want to push him too far.

“I'll tell you what brings me here.” His father-in-law changed the subject, embracing his daughters. “I wanted to leave you these three for meat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Sive and I decided we wanted to go on vacation without the kids.”

“They're grown, they can take care of themselves when…”

John stopped short, catching the gaze of the three red-haired girls. They were staring intently at him and practically shaking their heads to stop him from finishing the thought.

“Sure, let us sign the sales invoice and we’ll be on our way.”

After signing the documents, John led his wife's family to the production floor. It was a good moment to show how everything worked there. He entered, passed several employees being given blowjobs by naked Daria, and approached a large bin.

"Please strip and throw your clothes in here."

The girls obeyed. Sive, seeing her daughters in such a humiliating situation, began fondling her breasts with one hand. The other went to her husband's crotch.

"The entire system is automated," John explained. "I just have to input you into the system and the mechanism will do the rest."

He attached a harness to one of the girl’s legs and pressed a button. The girl was snatched from the floor, turned upside down, and a conveyor belt dragged her above the production floor. There, a specially prepared blade slit her throat and severed her hands. The choking girl was helpless as all the blood poured out of her into the drum below. The next step involved cutting open her abdomen, and a mechanical arm extracted her intestines and tossed them into a metal container. The prepared body was then transported to the freezer.

"So, who’s next?"

The remaining two girls practically fought for the next spot. John sent both into the machine, where their throats were slit, their intestines disemboweled, and their bodies transported for further use.

When the show ended, John led the guests outside. Along the way, they passed workers hanging Daria on a cable from the ceiling. They did this slowly to avoid breaking her neck. This left the girl in a long agony of asphyxiation.

Outside, John said goodbye to his in-laws and happily headed back to the house on a hill. Sive, however, was the happiest. With her daughters gone, now her husband could snuff her peacefully during the holidays. She only hoped it would be a long and painful night.


***


John, Mave, and Valentina were sitting together in the garden of a cozy seaside restaurant. The man was dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts. The redheaded woman wore a flowing green dress. An eye patch covered her left eye socket. The daughter was dressed in rather unflattering sweatpants and a tank top.

The charming waitress flirted with the man every time she came to serve their table. This didn't go unnoticed by Mave.

"You could totally fuck her," she said.

"Wouldn't you rather want me to fuck you?" John asked, surprised.

"You're always fucking me, give yourself a change."

The man shrugged.

"Mave, you were going to tell us about your parents," he changed the subject.

"Oh, right," his wife remembered. "Dad called. He sent me a picture from vacation."

She took out her cell phone and searched for the image. It showed Roderick, in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, posing under several palm trees with his wife's severed head under his arm.

"A lot has changed, he said," the redhead continued. "Dad decided to retire and travel the world. And you won't believe it: he deeded his mansion over to me."

"That's wonderful news!" John rejoiced. “We’ll have so much room for our children.”

“Yeah, children…” repeated Mave not exactly enthusiastically.

They stopped as the waitress approached them again. She smiled sweetly at the man.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked.

"No..." John began.

"Yes," Mave interrupted. "My husband really wanted to see your tits, but he's too shy to ask."

Valentina started to choke, trying not to burst out laughing, and John was too shocked to protest. The waitress blushed and almost immediately began unbuttoning her shirt. She eagerly opened it, revealing her ample, perfectly shaped breasts.

“Come on, touch it,” the redhead urged.

John raised his hand and, before he realized what he was doing, began stroking the waitress's curves. But then he withdrew his hand.

“Oh, someone's shy,” the waitress murmured, stroking his face. “But here, that's a different story,” she added, caressing his crotch with the other hand.

Mave lifted her dress and began stroking her pussy. She smiled at Val, who was also starting to get aroused. Even the restaurant owner came out to watch. He cut off one of the other waitresses' head and started masturbating with it. John shrugged. He might as well have fun.

He removed the girl's shirt and began to caress her breasts and sides with his hands. Their lips met in a long, lewd kiss. It lasted for a while. The tension grew steadily. Val moaned with excitement, watching them. She was now completely naked and masturbating furiously. Mave set a more leisurely pace.

"You're such a good kisser," the waitress sighed.

"He's the best at it," Mave praised.

"Now it's my turn."

She kissed him on the lips. Then his chin, then his neck. Her kisses moved lower and lower. When she reached his crotch, she removed his pants, freeing his hard penis. She began kissing it and caressing it with her tongue. This went on for an incredibly long while, sending John into ecstasy.

"Wow, she's good too," Mave praised. "Are you sure you don't want her as your wife?"

"I don't want to rob you of him," the waitress laughed.

"No problem, honey," the redhead replied politely. "You can just snuff me, can’t you? I’m not really a mother type anyway."

John removed the waitress's pants and began to work on her pussy. She moaned with pleasure and began kissing him again. Finally, John rose, sat the girl on the table, and entered her with great force. She allowed him to penetrate her, looking Mave straight in the eyes. Both were already deeply aroused. They smiled at each other.

"He's rich," the redhead suggested. "And if he gets rid of me, he'll own a huge mansion."

"Oh, really?"

The girl wasn't that keen, but she continued the game nevertheless. She pushed John away from her, sat him on a chair, and began riding him herself. She looked him straight in the eyes. He couldn't hold that lust-filled gaze for long. He felt he was about to come.

But at that moment, the waitress pulled him out.

"Oh no, baby," she said. "You'll only come when I let you."

At that moment, Val couldn't take it anymore and climaxed. The silence of the restaurant was broken by the sound of her juices spilling across the cobblestones. Mave was also caressing herself, but every time she got close to climax, she stopped. Subconsciously, she was saving herself for later.

The waitress took complete control. She rode the man in various positions, but each time he started to come, she stopped and caressed him in a different way. Once, John tried to take control, crushing her into the table and finishing, but again, she let him have his fun only long enough for him to feel the climax building. Constantly on edge, the man began to lose his mind. But he wasn't the only one.

"Just kill me already!" Mave screamed. "I can't hold it anymore!"

John wasn’t thinking. He was at the point he would do anything to get off. He grabbed the knife and looked into his wife's approving face. Very slowly, he inserted the blade into her good eye. Blood spurted out with pressure as he pressed. When the blade reached her brain, the redhead had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her pussy squirted with immense force, and her body spasmed uncontrollably. When she finished, she was dead.

The waitress rewarded John with a long, passionate kiss. She then returned to sex and driving him to the edge. She constantly looked at him with a confident gaze. Only after several more minutes did the man sense her weakness. He grabbed her to her feet, pinned her against the wall, and, choking her, entered her pussy, fucking her furiously while she embraced him with her legs. The panting woman climaxed and began to lose consciousness. Before that happened, however, she felt John pumping gallons of cum into her.

For a moment longer, they stared into each other's eyes until the tension subsided. The man finally released her and pulled out of her. The girl fell on the cobblestone, exhausted. A mixture of cum and her own juices began to flow profusely from her pussy.

"So, do you want to come over?" John suggested. “For a second round? I’m currently single.”

“Mansion, hmm?” the waitress smiled to herself. “Boss, can I take the rest of the evening off?”

“I was about to close anyway,” the restaurant owner admitted.

The man sat naked at one of the tables. The show his employee had given him had caused him to kill the rest of the girls working there, as well as some female guests, as he couldn't get enough. Beside him, on the table, laid a small pile of severed heads, each covered in semen.

All three of them stood up. They didn't feel like getting dressed. They decided to go home naked. John picked up Mave's body, carried it to the back of the restaurant, and threw it in a dumpster. He and the girls left the restaurant. They walked slowly. John had practically no strength left, and the waitress's legs trembled with every step.

“What are we going to do about the house on a hill?” Valentina asked. “It was very comfy.”

“I have an idea…”


***


Bill and Sofia were viewing a house. It was a newly renovated two-story building in a very good neighborhood. Built on top of a hill, it was the pride of the neighborhood. It had four bedrooms, a modern living room, and a spacious kitchen. It also had a large garden with a swimming pool. It had been waiting for new tenants for a long time, but the couple was almost decided.

Valentina observed the potential tenants, noting that they liked both the building and its price. She tenderly stroked her pregnant belly. She suspected she'd been impregnated during that fateful housewarming party, but whoever the father was, she had no idea.

The couple viewing the house were very different from each other. Sofia was a petite blonde with small breasts, dressed in a slinky dress. Bill, on the other hand, was a muscular black man dressed in shorts and a tank top. His crotch was bulging to the brim, and Val bit her lip every time she saw him. This didn't escape Sofia's attention.

“It's very cozy here,” the man admitted. “We've decided to rent it.”

“Very good,” the girl replied, snapped out of her trance. “I still need to ask a few questions before we sign the agreement.”

She interviewed the new tenants but didn't register any responses. While she spoke with Bill, Sofia ran her finger over his crotch, stretching the fabric of his shorts to the point of tearing, and watched her reaction.

“Congratulations on the new house,” Val said once they had completed the paperwork. “It's a very cozy place. I've lived here myself. Do you have any other questions?”

“Yes,” Sofia replied.

She approached the landlady and began to stroke her cheek. The girl was shaking with excitement and would let her do anything with her at that moment.

“We're having a housewarming party,” the blonde finished. “Want to come over?”

Great story! I quite enjoyed the ultracasual nature of this story world and the weird family dynamics.

It was a fun story and I enjoyed it properly, but I still wish there were younger characters too. If anything, it feels artificial how everyone in the story conveniently stopped having kids exactly 18 years ago. Although I guess it's better than some stories I've seen where despite living in a world of casual sex it just never occurs to anyone to have sex before their 18th birthday.

>>29296 I can totally agree with you! However, I wanted to post it on r/GuroErotica as well and they have some strict rules when it comes to minors. I had to restrain myself every now and them.