It's funny about fantasies. We all have them, but rarely do we get the opportunity to act them out in real life. They usually remain just that, fantasies, something to stimulate our minds and bodies and sit in that tiny area in the back of our thoughts, always hot to the touch but never fulfilled. My story is about a life-long fantasy of mine, one which became sort of an obsession over the years. It was both immensely satisfying and full of guilt, for it involved cheating on my wife with her sister. I still can't believe that I fantasized about her so much, so let me fill you in on some background. My name is Sean. I've been married for 30 years and while sex with my wife Deidre was once robust, it's slowed down to the point where I can usually count on one hand the number of times we have sex in a year. It's been frustrating for me and my thoughts frequently turn to fantasies I've developed over time. One of them, the biggest one, involves my wife's sister. My sister-in-law, Janice, has always been something of a free spirit, always taking her own road and doing things with a sense of adventure. I always admired her. I don't know when my admiration for her turned into lust, though. I suppose it was something which grew over time until it filled my thoughts every time I saw her. When we were younger, Janice had a habit of wearing t-shirts without a bra. While she didn't have the large breasts her sister (my wife) had, hers were very firm with huge nipples which pointed …
Erotica
Adam comes home for Christmas
Adam could not wait to get back to the warmth of Florida from his college in the North East. He liked the university, just not the climate. He was met at his plane by his parents and his fourteen year old little sister, Alice. He was a freshman in college and she was also a freshman, but in high school. It was very hot that day and she was just wearing a loose halter top and some very short and very tight shorts. It had only been four months since he saw her last, but she seemed to have matured quite a bit. Her tits were now a pretty good B-cup and her ass was filling out nicely. He knew he should not be noticing these things on his own sister, but what could he do? The whole family got home, but Adam was a little tired from both the long bumpy plane ride and a little hung over from the party the night before. He excused himself and went to take a long shower to wake up a little. As he reached out for a towel he came up with nothing but air. “Dammit!” he muttered, no towels. He quickly yelled through the door, “Sis!, can you bring me a towel or something?” He heard her foot falls and some giggling as she opened the door. Instead of just handing a towel to him, she walked right in! “You need something bro?” she asked. Adam grabbed the towel from her hand as she got a good look at his long dick. “Bet all the girls like that!” she teasingly said. “You’re not supposed to say things like that to your brother, Alice”, he replied. “You’ve been gone so long, I missed you,” she …
Son Finds Mothers Panties. Mom discovers he
A Story By: Peterexperienced The Son: It was in the sixties. I was just starting in high school and had learned about jacking off just as summer was almost over. Fortunately my parents both worked fairly late and I could be naked and flip through my one copy of Penthouse. I had just cum for the third time one afternoon when I was lying on my bed, jizz on my belly and reading Penthouse Forum. There was part of the forum that talked about the delicious smell of pussy. The article mentioned that men sometimes would look in the dirty clothes for panties that had been worn recently. Immediately electrified by that I decided to get up and check in the dirty clothes hamper in my parents bedroom. I walked naked, my chest covered with jizz and a hard cock again as I walked down the hall and into their bedroom. My heart was pounding and my hands were jittery as I took the lid up on the hamper and immediately found a pair of black panties. I looked for what the article had called the 'gusset'. My jaw dropped when I saw there was a white smear there. I lifted the panties to my face and instantly was hooked on the smell of pussy…and sniffing panties. I walked back to my room, locked my door and lay back on the bed. I could see my Mother's face looking down at me in my reverie. I inhaled deeply and slowly stroked my cock. I imagined her pussy against that material, wondering if she was really hairy or if maybe she removed her hair. I had read about that in an earlier Forum article. I had …
Kindred Spirits
She held her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet as the door to the children’s room closed. She smiled that “come hither” smile and then seemed to float down the hallway toward the bedroom door. “What was that?” Hailey whispered to her sister. “Just the ghosts,” Jamie replied with a giggle. “Now be quiet and close your eyes before the Nanny hears us. We don’t want to be punished for not going to sleep.” “Can’t you tell me just one more story?” Hailey pleaded. “I’ll tell you two tomorrow night if you go to sleep right now.” Down the hall, safely inside the bedroom, Eleanor turned into Roy’s embrace. She felt petite with his bulk towering over her by almost twelve inches. His strong arms held her so tight, she couldn’t breathe. “My love,” she whimpered. His mouth was on hers, claiming it, owning it. Their tongues explored the all too familiar caverns. Roy broke their embrace and began to fumble with the buttons running down the front of her gown. “Damn it! Why do you women make it so difficult for us?” Eleanor giggled. “Why are you men so impatient?” “You know why,” he growled. Not wanting to prolong his pleasure, he grabbed Eleanor’s neckline and in one sweep, ripped her gown open from neck to waist. “Roy!” she squealed. “Don’t pretend with me, you harlot. I know you want this as much as I do!” He spun her around and began to pull at the ribbons on her corset. “You toy with us. You do it on purpose!” “Stop your complaining and free me of this prison,” she purred. “I …
They Needed A Jump
They Needed A Jump By Ken Haramiru – http://haramiru.com/ My Saturday started off with nothing to do. I was in that awkward stage right after my divorce, at a high risk for a train-wreck rebound relationship, and determined not to plunge into one. Relationships aside, after having spent the entire eight-month divorce process dateless, my backlogged carnal needs had reached legendary proportions. My first stop for the day was the gas station near my house, and my reason for preferring it was in rare form today. My gas station is right next to a gym, which meant that the entire time I was pumping gas, women strutted by in short shorts and tight spandex. When I finished fueling my vehicle, I felt a twinge of disappointment, but hopped in my SUV and started my engine. While the gym made being in the lot pleasant, its traffic also made departure a lengthy process. It was near lunch time, and departing cars were stacked up far into the lot. I generally hate being stuck in traffic, except when I'm stuck near the gym's doors and hence granted the perfect excuse to watch women walking out. I was just starting to think about going to the beach afterwards, when "they" walked out of the gym. "They" were a pair of gorgeous pregnant women, one Asian and one Latina. The Asian appeared to be about 6 months along, and the Latina was slightly bigger – around 7 months. I'd always had an attraction for pregnant women, and five years of marriage to an emphatically child-free woman had only …
Girls Night In.
Story By: by coolswappy: x11mandie When I go over to my best friends house, I always hope that somethings going to happen between us. We're always cuddling and hugging, and she's constantly touching me whenever she can. Not in naughty places though, although I wouldn't mind. We even have the odd shower together, in bathing suits. Although there was this one time that she poured the water down my back giving me shivers up my spine. Still, there was no kissing or sexual contact. I'm not a lesbian, I guess I'm just bi-curious since I have such interest in her, it's unusual though – I don't feel this way about any of my other girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I do have dirty conversations with them and tell them about my sexual experiences but it never arouses me when i talk about it with other females as much as it does with my best friend. For some reason though, I get the feeling that she has the same feeling too. She enjoys my presence very much, and it also explains the amount of body contact that we have. I know where her 'special spots' are like her neck, ears and sides. She even lets me gently caress them with my fingertips, and blow on them. I know it arouses her, and she's giving me permission to do it, so sometimes I even want to lean down and kiss her neck, but I never have the guts to. But anyhow, it was her birthday, and I was going over for a few drinks and to celebrate just her and myself. Previous over nighters, I prepared myself for any possible sexual …
Rainy Day
I hurried up the stairs to your house, braving the cold and the rain getting wetter with every step. You opened the door and the house is warm, always beckoning for me to come in and take my clothes off. You are shirtless and look ready to devour. Unlike my dreams where I am brave, I do not make eye contact. I pause for a moment to take you in and your immediate compliments undo me. I'm wearing your red lipstick today, and you notice immediately so I'm not sure I'll get a kiss hello since I know you want it around your cock. You move closer to kiss me and I know I need it badly. I linger for a moment, hesitant because my hands are cold, but I have to touch you. Feel your warmth radiating out begging to be caressed. And when I do touch you, you don't flinch. We kiss for a moment longer while your hands begin to explore beneath my pants and I kiss you harder. You pull away and lead me back to your room. The door shuts and my mind quiets. You turn me to face you and begin to undress me. I love when you do this, even when it doesn't come easy. This time I am rewarded with how good I smell. You ask me to lay back, and instead of undressing you come with me. You kiss me and my hands immediately wrap around your neck. I am obsessed with how this feels, my hands on your neck or in your hair. You make a comment about me not liking to be kissed and I am in shock. I love being kissed, especially by you and I've never said anything different. While I'm thinking about where this comment …
I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21
Chapter 21: Lisa Twelve-ninety! I just started at the cold computer printout paper I'd gotten in the mail with shock and horror creeping into my core. I'd studied so long and hard; how could I get so low? I'd studied so long and hard. I knew I wasn't a genius so had no delusions about getting even close to the maximum score of eighteen hundred, but I'd hoped for much better. Twelve-ninety would get me into several good schools, but wouldn't get me the scholarships to pay for it. And without the ability to finance it I'd be stuck with taking a much cheaper college, if I could afford it at all. Sure, I could always take out loans, but I had no credit history and would be solely responsible for all of it. With my dream of being a teacher came the reality that it didn't pay well enough to spend the rest of my life in debt. There was no way my parents would help out, not that I'd want them to anyway. Once I left home I never wanted to see either of them ever again. Right on cue Mom pounded on my door, prattling in her heavily Asian accented and choppy English, "Lisa, you make dinner. I going out." She was no doubt going to the same strip mall she always did to get her hair and nails done. Not that Dad cared what she looked like; when he was home he just drank beer and watched TV all day. Mom didn't even wait for a reply and was zooming off to get chatty with her Asian girlfriends. "What the fuck am I going to do?" I groaned into my pillow. For a moment everything Mister Pressman …
Mom helps out
I guess, it all started the day my mother was sitting at the kitchen-table, wearing nothing but her bathrobe. She was sitting side-on to the table, had her legs crossed, and was showing most of one thigh. I had never thought of mom as a "woman" before, but now I felt hot and my pecker got instantly hard. Mom looked up, and I quickly opened the fridge, pretending to look for something. I found a bottle of juice, but had a slight problem now. My pecker had made a noticeable bulge in my shorts and I knew, mom couldn't help but notice if I turned around. So I took a swig from the juice, quickly returned the bottle, closed the door, and sort of sidled out of the room. "Must you drink from the bottle!?" Mom sounded annoyed. I just mumbled something unintelligible, and rushed upstairs to my room, where I threw myself on the bed, closed my eyes and wallowed in the image of mom's luscious thigh. Before long, I had my pecker out and was jerking off, while imagining my hands caressing mom's thigh. All too soon I came, but felt no relief. I just could not stop thinking about mom………. Five (frustrating) days later, my parents were getting ready to go out. Dad was already downstairs waiting, but mom was still sitting in front of her dresser, getting ready. I stood in the doorway and drank my fill. Tight jumper, white woollen skirt, nylons and gold, strappy heels. She had her legs crossed again and her skirt had ridden up, so I could see the top of her nylons, and maybe an inch of …
From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 18
From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 18 My Neighbor Coaches I went to the kitchen where I put on my knee length spring coat so that I was covered enough to go out in public and catch the bus. I didn't drive so had to take the bus to the high school and didn't want my neighbors to see me half nude even though I had gotten it on with my next door black neighbor and the black neighbor across the street a few times. They were both coaches, the neighbor across the street the basketball coach and the neighbor next door the football coach. IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ HOW I MET AND GOT IT ON WITH THEM PLEASE ASK ME TO SEND YOU THOSE ADVENTURES. However I also had some elderly white nosy neighbors I didn't want them reporting to my husband what I was wearing or lack of wearing. My new husband Paul and I had just moved into our new home and were living there a few years when our old neighbors the nosy elderly white couples one next door and one across the street moved out. I think they moved into the same senior retirement home. I really didn't care I was just glad they moved. I won't go into detail about my neighbors moving into the two houses but to say they were black and muscular. I found out the neighbors that were moving in were coaches at the high school in the neighborhood. The one across the road was the football coach while the one next door was the school basketball coach. Both coaches were in their early thirties. As you know from reading about my other adventures I …
My Aunt My lust
It was those days of my early 20s where my urge to experiment was more.I used to masturbate thinking about the girls from my college, locality etc. Day after day, my imaginations grew more and more wilder. One day , my aunt came to my home. i didn't have any unintentional feelings towards her until I saw her milky boobies under her dress. She had bent down to pick something from the floor , when i saw her cleavage and her milky boobs under her white bra. I was so turned on and amazed that my feelings began to run wild looking at her.I started gazing at her body especially boobs whenever i had a chance. From that day onward, I started fantasizing about her.I started imagining about her milky boobies and started masturbating. After many days , I clicked upon a idea. ie whenever my aunt was at home or whenever she was near me, I started masturbating with my shorts on, without anyone noticing me and I used to sit on the chair innocently showing this erect rod .The erect rod under my shorts , gave a tent like appearance. I made sure that my aunt watches it. I used to sit on the chair , innocently rubbing my penis so that it stays erect. My intention was that , my aunt should see this tent like posture whenever she moved around. After some days, I started observing that my aunt too rubs her pussy ( obviously with her clothes on) in front of me.She made it look so innocent that as if she was scratching due to some irritation. When this happened many times, I realized that she is …
WHORE WIFE 2
WHORE WIFE Part 2 SETTING THE BAIT TO LAND A FAT CAT CLIENT: Two weeks after her baby sitting session with Peter’s horny, incorrigible, domineering young nephew, her boss, Peter Epstein, called her into his office and asked, “Do you remember seeing Felix Schoenberg around the offices a few times and meeting him once?” “Oh God, yes,” she quickly replied, with a grimace and a roll of her eyes, “Who could forget that creep. What an absolutely disgusting slob he is. Just being in the same room with him made my skin crawl.” Peter sternly responded, “I appreciate your candor, and the accuracy of your sentiments, baby, but don’t forget for a second that Felix has inherited enough assets to make him the richest man in California and, therefore, he is someone who I would give my eye teeth to land as a client, and lord knows I’ve tried everything to do so.” “So far I have worked every possible angle I could think of to get Felix to move his business over to our investment banking firm but, unfortunately, nothing I’ve tried has worked. And now, to make things worse, the New York office is putting heavy pressure on me to get the sleazy son-of-a-bitch to give us his business. So, in desperation, I have come up with one last scheme to try to win the bastard over and, since it involves you, baby, I want you to listen closely to what I’m saying.” “Whenever Felix has been here in our offices it’s been obvious to me that he has a thing for you, sweetheart. I mean a real, deep-seeded lust for …
The Laxbro
The halls of Jesse’s high school echoed with the raucous laughter of students and the idle chatter of teachers. It was the first day back from winter break, and everyone was catching up with each other and pretending to care about what each other said. The new year was seen in with bragging about vacations and christmas gifts. It was standard social protocol. But alas, Jesse had nothing worth bragging about, and no one to brag to. His despotic parents confiscated his bedsheets and laptop just last week, and now he spent every night cold, shivering, and bored. “If only I had some hunk to cuddle at night,” mumbled Jesse to himself, a single tear running from the corner of his eye. “He could keep me warm and occupied, and pound my tight boipussy incessantly.” Heaving a sigh, Jesse ventured to his locker. The fantasy would never come true. The hot little slice of 9th-grade man-meat he had his eye on earlier spurned his affections, and now his love life was looking awfully bleak. “>tfw no bf,” he mumbled, a stone forming in his throat. However, Jesse was too absorbed in his own loneliness to notice the new figure pushing its way through the throngs of students. The figure was a tall, bulky lad, several inches proud of six feet. Eyes like sapphires glinted from under a neat mop of mahogany hair and took in the world with a playful gaze. He carried a stack of textbooks under his left arm and an athletic bag over his right shoulder. His blue letterman jacket concealed his titanic …
A Night Out – With A Sexy Twist- Part 1
The pub was incredibly busy. The band playing was amazing and had drawn a capacity crowd. My husband and a few of our friends were enjoying some great music when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall with piercing eyes and a physique that made my legs go a tiny bit weak. Broad shoulders and chiseled arms. My mind instantly pictured what was hiding under that shirt. This was going to be fun! I excused myself from hubby and friends to go to the bathroom. On my way back I went via the cloak room to borrow a pen and a piece of paper. On it I wrote, "Nat 0426………. (my number) Message me" I wove my way through the crowd towards this very sexy man. He was with a few mates and as I got to him I grabbed his hand and placed the piece of paper in it. He flinched with a bit of shock and looked down at me. I gave him the most cheeky smile I could muster and directed him to the piece of paper with my eyes. I didn't speak, just walked away making sure I brushed past him firmly as I made my way back through the masses of people to my husband and friends. My heart was racing. He was even better looking up close. My best guess was he was in his mid 20's. He was standing much closer to the stage than our group and when I arrived back it was clear nobody had noticed my little detour. I told hubby that I received a message from Karen (one of my friends) and that she was thinking of coming out. Clearly this was bullshit but it gave me a reason to have my phone out in case I got a message. I did. …
A Very Handy Man
Meredith Willows sipped her coffee as she poured a cup for the young man who was outside staining her deck. It already looked miles better than it had the day before, no doubt due to Jimmy "Mack" MacKenzie's diligence. Any job he tackled, he gave it his all and he was never satisfied until it was absolutely perfect. As a matter of fact, Meredith had often teased him that he was too much of a perfectionist and he would just smile that endearing, crooked grin of his and say "probably". It was his good work ethic that had caused her to hire him in the first place. Had he really been doing odd jobs for her for the past ten years? It seemed hard to believe and yet, the evidence was just outside her back door, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal arms as thick as steel cables. She had known Mack for a long time, long before he had worked for her, even before she had been married. He was a high school friend of Julie, Meredith's sister and he had always been buzzing around their home. Mack had a thing for Julie, which he was poor at hiding, but her redheaded sister was completely oblivious to his antics. Merry thought he was a nice young man and sweetly charming. A few years later, after Merry had married Ryan, he had come around looking to do odd jobs to earn money to help pay for his college tuition. Ryan was a savvy businessman, but he could scarcely change a light bulb. Merry put him to work painting the garage and he did such a fine job of it, she kept hiring him for other …
My Brother and His Friends (True)
When I was 15, and my brother was 18, we had been together for a year. No one knew about our relationship, and that is the way we wanted it. He had dated other girls during this time, and it never bothered me. He was not my boyfriend, and I wanted him to be happy and find a girl to love and marry. I never had a selfish thought about me being his only girl. I was his sister, and I loved him, so I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to. This story took place about 14 months after the first two stories. This is the story of the first time I had sex with multiple men. My brother was one of them, and not one of the other guys knew that I was his sister. As far as they knew, and still know, I was his girlfriend for the night. My brother, if you had read my previous stories, was a star football player at our high school. He was naturally being recruited by several colleges at the time we first got together, and he had finally chosen a school, attending with a scholarship. A couple of weeks after school started, he invited me to come visit him at his dorm for the weekend. Because he had plans to make love to me that weekend, we agreed that I would be introduced as his girlfriend to everyone. I must admit, to visit my gorgeous brother, and have him show me off to everyone was something that made me feel incredibly important and special. My brother knew how to treat me right. I got in on a Friday afternoon, and his roommate was nice enough to leave us alone for the night so we could …
The Bestiality Cruise – Part 1: The Cat
Prologue “Are you fucking kidding me?” was my reaction when my mother informed me that every single one of my female relatives had gotten together and offered me a five-day cruise for my eighteenth birthday. The only downside was that they were coming along for the trip. But that was fine, because I had been so busy with my studies that I had barely spent any time with them at all. It would be like a five day birthday party. Little did I know, the trip I was about to embark on would do more than simply bring me closer to my family. It would also be putting an end to my virginity and making me discover the incredible vastness of the world of sexuality. And all that because of a cruise. A bestiality cruise. Part 1: The Cat The cruise was everything I pictured and more. The ship was immense and there seemed to be an endless variety of activities to help me occupy my time. Unfortunately, I would not be enjoying any of them in the near future. Less than an hour after boarding, I began to suffer from the worst case of seasickness in history. I could barely stand, let alone ponder the thought of sitting down for a bite or going dancing at the onboard nightclub. I somehow made it down to my room and locked myself in. The last thing I wanted was for one of my relatives to come a-knocking in the hopes of persuading me to join them. All I wanted to do was lie down and remain that way for the foreseeable future. As I entered my living chambers for the next few days, I was struck with …
Sex education
My name is Matt and I teach music at Hayling school. I am also the sex education teacher there. Every year the sex ed day comes and goes with children sniggering at this or going "ewww" at that. However, one year was different. In January my wife, Lilia, died in a car crash and since then I have been depressed. My wife and I used to fuck like bunnies so as you can imagine, I wasn't getting my daily dose of pussy – I started going nuts. For the first half of winter term I went to work every day except every other Friday (the headmistress and I are good friends and she understood that I needed some time at home). However, as I was teaching my classes, I began to notice the girls more; I stared at the long, thin, smooth legs, the upright but slightly curved backs and the rounded, perfect arses of the heavenly goddesses. Trying not to drool over the fact that one of the junior girl's panties were in full view for me with her legs wide open, I taught a class about Vivaldi (my favourite composer), the Italian violinist, and the brilliance of his four seasons. I felt myself starting to get a hard-on when I was saved by the bell for lunch. Relieved, I dismissed the class. As I sat down to do some marking of the higher senior's essays on Shostakovich's string quartet no 8, a small voice appeared as I saw Lilly, one of the girls from the previous class. "Hi, sir" she whispered shyly. "Hello, Lilly" I replied "How can I help?" "Well, I just wanted to say how interesting your lesson …
Tom Makes an Arrangement With Black Waitress For Something Extra
My name is Tom and a couple of years ago I found a hooker that gave me amazing blowjobs. Truthfully, it is not really fair to call her a hooker. I met Cece at a restaurant that I had frequented for lunch. She was my waitress. Cece was a skinny 19 year old black girl with big D tits. One day we were talking and I could tell she was upset about something. She confided in me that she was having money problems as she only got 30 hours a week and a lot of the customers were poor tippers. She was going to lose her apartment if she didn't get some more cash coming in soon. An idea started churning in my head. I had been married to my wife who is 32 for five years now and even though she still looks great the sex has tapered off quite a bit. I said "Cece you know I always leave you a 20% tip, but I know of something else you could do for me to earn some quick cash." She replied "why don't you meet me at 5:30 here in the parking lot." And that began our little arrangement. I offered her $50 and she gave me the most exquisite blowjob of my life and I got to cum in her sweet 19 year old mouth right there in the restaurant parking lot that day after work. Soon I started meeting her two days a week for a blowjob. However, I wanted more. So I made a deal with her an hour of her time at her place every weekday after work for $200 a week. For that I could get in and out and even occasionally anal. Typically, at first it was just a blowjob and some dirty talk. Eventually, I had started …
Caught but By Who
Hi, I'm Ryan. I'm a twenty-six-year-old male who lives at home with his step mum, dad and his sister. I stand at 6'6" tall, I have brown hair and green eyes. I have an athletic build, not the worst looking in the world. But, I am very shy. I've only been with one girl and since that ended, it’s just been me and my hand. I noticed a male sex toy advertised on the internet not long ago and decided to get one out of curiosity. One Saturday morning, I woke with my usual morning erection crying for attention. I reached down and freed it from my boxers, playing with it and stroking it gently for a few minutes before deciding I should get my toy out for some fun. I reached under my bed and pulled the toy from its hiding place. Finally, once I was set up and ready to go, I squirted some lube onto my hard cock and onto the opening of the Fleshlight. I began fantasizing about sliding my cock in and out of a hot wet pussy; I positioned the toy so that I was in the missionary position. After about five minutes of slowly fucking my toy, I decided to change positions and lie on my back, as if the girl I was fantasizing about was on top. I started off slow again but then began fucking my toy quite fast and could feel my orgasm building. A few more thrusts, and I let out a small moan."Mmm, that was good," I thought. I lay there on my bed for a few minutes, with my cock still in the toy. Just as I was about to slide it off and get cleaned up I heard a creak outside my door. I quickly …
A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 02
Weekdays were the definition of dull, boring, and uneventful. There were classes, there was homework, there was having to stay sober, and there was very little free time. However, as dull and tedious as those weekdays were, they also made my Saturdays even better. Especially since I got to spend all of my Saturdays with my amazing girlfriend, Becca. Becca was a cheerleader at Rasington University, and she was very good at what she did. She always looked sexy in her skimpy blue and gold cheerleader uniform. Her white top always covered her double D's, but they couldn't hide the size of her boobs or conceal how perky her tits really were. Her naturally tan legs were long and alluring. Her dark blue miniskirt was so short that a small gust of wind was enough to make it fly up and give me a hardon. Her ass was so big that her cheeks stuck out of any short clothing that she was wearing. And being able to see the outline of her moist pussy lips underneath her thin blue cheerleader panties was literally the cherry on top of it all. We first hooked up last month, and it was arguably the greatest day of my life. No college girl was more fascinating, and no babe had a body as hot as hers. Most guys would want to tap as much pussy as they could, but I was perfectly happy getting to date, have fun with, and fuck Rasington's most popular cheerleader in many different ways. In the mornings, I would go over to her house, and we would do some very naughty things. Most of the time, we would …
THE LITTLE PUSSY BAR
The bar was a special place where you had to be invited. I had become friends with one of the new guys at work and he brought me to it. The girls seemed very young, but since no alcohol was served young girls in their early and mid teens could wait on people. Mostly men, but some women who you could tell liked young girls as much as the guys there did. The girls dress in different outfits, some as school girls, some as French maids and others as sexy Lolita’s in miniskirts and halter tops. The first time there my friend introduced me to a young girl named Terry, with red hair who was dressed in the very short miniskirt and the halter top showed just enough cleavage to make me stare more than I should. She flirted with my friend and brushed up against me several times including letting her firm young breast press against my shoulder as I sat at the table. My friend said that I had to come back several times before the girls got real friendly. They had to get to trust you. So I came in at least twice a week and made sure I tipped well. Terry and another girl named Vicky who liked dressing in the short plaid skirt and tight white blouse of a school girl with no bra as you could see her nipples poking thru the blouse were my favorite and one or the other always waited on me. One day Terry asked me if I liked young girls. “Oh course I do. I like you very much. Maybe a little more than a grown man should, but you can’t blame me if I get turned on by you.” Terry giggled and then …
Our Game, Our Love 12
The TV was up loud as Kaylen sat on the couch drinking her special ‘Fruit Face.’ There was a knock at the front door and the doorbell rang. Kaylen turned the TV down and went to the front door. “Hi, sweetie.” She said to Devon. “Hey. What are you doing?” He asked. “What I do every night; have no life and watch SpongeBob.” “Hahaha. Sounds like you.” Kaylen stood on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss. Devon wrapped his arm around her waist as their kiss continued. “Okay,” Kaylen breathlessly said, “that was long enough. Let’s go to the couch.” Devon and Kaylen walked to the couch and sat down. Kaylen swung her feet into Devon’s lap as he began talking. “So, where is your costume?” “At Nicole’s. She took them to her place because she has a hiding spot. She’s bringing them tomorrow” Kaylen replied. “Mm.” Devon nodded. “Aren’t you guys going to Caleb’s place?” “Yeah..” “You know why?” “Why?” “Because it’s Fridayyyyyyyy!” Kaylen cheered. “Sure.” Devon chuckled. “C’mon, Devon. It’s Friday. Friday, baby. Friday.” Kaylen giggled. “It’s Friday.” Devon emphasized. “Friday.” Kaylen whispered. “Friday.” They said at once. “Exactly. Because you don’t have to do anything on Friday’s.” Kaylen chuckled. —————- The back door opened then Shawn ran into the house. Devon and Kaylen looked at Shawn, who had his hands on his knees and panted. “Fuck. The Zuckers need to control that damn dog. He chased me up the driveway. Jesus.” Shawn panted. “Well hello, handsome.” Kaylen said. “Shut …
Difficult Boy Part. 2
Gretchen Chambers awoke to a pounding headache. She buried her face in the pillow against the painful brightness of the morning sunlight, cursing herself for the amount of booze she had put away last night. Last night… Slowly it came back to her. Her Birthday. Her divorce. The crowded nightclub. The pretty young guy on the dance floor. Making out in a dark corner. Wantonly letting him finger her right there with people all around. Asking him to come home with her… Despite the hangover, she smiled with satisfaction. Her body ached, but it was the good kind of ache, centered around the throbbing soreness between her legs that only came from a night of unbridled lovemaking. She could feel the crusty tightness of dried sex fluids on her skin. Her lover was snuggled up to her, spooning against her back with an arm thrown over and his hand clutching her breast. And something… Yes! His cock! Morning wood, nestled snugly into her ass cleavage, like a hotdog in its bun. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up to morning wood. She reached back and slipped her hand between their bodies to stroke it gently with her fingertips, thrilling in its rigid virility. Immediately she felt a stirring in her loins. A soft moan sounded behind her. Perhaps a little morning sex was just the hangover cure she needed… Now she pushed the cock down, thrusting her hips forward to let the engorged head slide down the crack of her ass and between her legs. Her poor, abused vulva felt …