For well over two decades my wife and I have belonged to an exclusive swinger's club on the Upper East Side. Working on Wall Street during that time had exposed me to some very rich and powerful people. One such gentleman in his early fifties had met my wife and I at a swanky party one night when I was just starting out at the firm at the tender age of twenty-two. I was a handsome young man back then and my wife and former college sweetheart was gorgeous. He took an instant liking to both of us, especially my young wife, and after many drinks suggested that we visit the "club" as he put it the following week. He was extremely blunt and described exactly what occurred there at least once a week…a debauched orgy reminiscent of a Roman bacchanal. The only stipulation before admittance to such carnal events was that both of us must get tested first for any type of STD. He said these parties were strictly "bareback" and the cum literally flew everywhere. My wife and I looked at eachother and laughed. We couldn't believe our good fortune. We had always wanted to join a high end swinger's club. Even back in college when I met my wife I had shared her with my dorm roommate. She spent countless hours in the privacy of our dorm room and behind locked door as the meat in a human sandwich, pressed between our bodies getting plowed in the pussy and asshole for hours on end by two horny, youthful cocks. And of course, my wife introduced and shared with me many of her …
A Special Request
As a high-priced call girl for the last two years, I’ve had plenty of offbeat requests from clients: men who just want you to read to them, or who want you to spank them, or to pee on them — which I refuse to do because it’s disgusting — or to dress up as a nun or a nurse or a teacher or whatever. It’s mostly fine as far as I’m concerned, and just part of the job. But recently I got involved with the most bizarre and fascinating situation of my career. I got a call from a woman (which itself is more common than you might think) who was looking for something very special. The agency referred her to me because she asked initially for a girl who looks very young. I usually get those clients because I can easily pass for 15 or 16 years old, even though I’m actually 19. So when I spoke to the woman and she asked if I could pretend to be a girl just entering puberty, I figured, sure, no problem. We made an appointment for 11:00 o’clock one night at her house, and I dressed in clothes suitable for maybe a 6th grader. Luckily I’m petite, just 5’2”, and weigh only 95 pounds. My breasts are tiny, as you might expect, and my thighs and hips quite narrow. I have fair skin with a few freckles and almost no body hair. Even my pubic hair, which I wax completely anyway, is very light. Dress me up just right and you might think I was only 12 or 13 — which apparently was what this kinky woman was looking for. I arrived at her place and she let me in. She was very attractive, and that was a …
My First Meeting With Denise
My First Meeting With Denise A story by Chris Straight @all rights reserved I was hiking in the hills just on the edge of the city. I had a favorite trail. It was quiet and peaceful. Lots of green shade and plenty of pine needles on the trail. When I came to a familiar fork in the trail, I decided not to take my usual path and instead I took the other trail, which was hardly visible. It dipped down for a while, and then curved around a bit. Then, without warning, I came upon a man and woman arguing. He was dressed in army camouflage—boots, pants, shirt, hat, the whole thing. She was maybe 5’ 6” a brunette, with hair that just touched the top of her shoulders. She was wearing turquoise shorts and a ribbed, white tank top that showed off her incredible physique. The trail had changed so quickly that there was no way I could pretend I didn’t see them. “You promised,” the camouflage guy was saying. “But I’m scared,” she said. Then they saw me. “Ooops,” I said. “Sorry, I didn’t see you on the trail.” “No problem,” the guy said. I noticed he was holding a camera. I was right next to them now. Despite his camouflage gear, the guy looked friendly. And the girl was definitely hot. Her breasts were clearly outlined underneath her tight tank top. “Can I help?” I asked. The guy looked at me. “Well,” he said. “We came out here to take some pictures. And now she doesn’t want to pose for me.” “Listen,” I said, looking at his wonderful girl. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. This …
The holiday that changed our lives – Chapter 2: Next morning
The next morning I turned over for our normal morning cuddle and while Margaret gave me an extra tight squeeze I craftily explored her unusually bare body. Her legs willingly opened allowing me to explore her still soaking wet pussy. "I'm still making your favourite nectar by the gallon" she said, "I think you had better go down for your breakfast drink". This was the first time I had been invited for breakfast so I eagerly drank my heart out and soon gave her the first orgasm of the day. "I'm loving the new you" I said to which she replied "It's all your fault – you awoke in me a long forgotten desire". "I'm not complaining" I added. "How about making it real rather than imaginary? " I cheekily asked. "I don't want to talk about it, well not yet" she retorted "just enjoy things as they unfold". My heart was thumping and my imagination was running wild as I tried to come to terms with the possible can of worms we had just opened. I couldn't wait to meet up with John and tell him what sort of reaction he had caused in my normally placid wife. Breakfast was rushed as I was the keenest I had ever been to take the dog for her morning walk. Margaret noticed and said that she thought her husband was a dirty old sod and correctly guessed that I wanted to confess the recent activities to John. "I'll be here with my nectar plant in overdrive" she said "so hurry back and tell me his reaction". "Are you hoping that he will want to come round?" I enquired – "No comment" she smilingly …
Everyone Has A Past
It seemed a peculiarly old-fashioned way to go about things. These days you expect everything to be distributed digitally, hard copy a thing of the past, though the envelope was delivered in a modern enough way, by courier service, even if driving up in a big van early in the evening to deliver nothing more than an envelope seemed a bit ODD. The sender was unknown to me. I took the envelope with me into the kitchen, where I’d been enjoying a mug of tea when the doorbell rang. I sat back down and opened the thing, finding an only slightly smaller brown envelope inside. Ripping it open I tipped the contents onto the table, and it was when I saw the photographs that I realised an ill wind was about to blow. The faded colour suggested age; the hairstyles suggested mid-80’s. One woman featured in every photo, reddish blonde, permed and outrageously big hair, smiling in almost every picture. She looked very different now, but I had no trouble identifying her as my wife as she had been roughly 30 years earlier. I’d like to be able to say that it was possible to date the photos by the style of clothes, but in truth my wife was wearing very little. There was a sheet of folded paper in the envelope too. I unfolded it, fingers trembling slightly, to read the anonymous computer print-out. Everyone has a past. I don’t know how much you know about Tina’s past, but the photos speak for themselves. There’s plenty more where they came from. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to jeopardize your …
Shoot it on her Prego Tummy – An Adult Story
I had only lived in my small apartment for about two weeks. I was done unpacking and getting settled in. The last box I opened was my BBQ grill. It was small but did the job. I reached into my fridge to pull out a steak and a cold beer. I dumped some charcoal in the grill just outside my sliding glass door. I then tossed the steak on the grill. I put some tin foil on two ears of corn and a bake potato. I tossed them on the hot side of the grill. I was sipping my beer, minding my own business. I could see the smoke coming from under the hood of the grill. My apartment building runs up next to some houses. There was a long 8ft fence that ran down the left side of my apartment. It was directly behind me as I kept drinking my beer. I was wearing a black shirt and some tan cargo shorts. I was barefoot in the just cut green grass. “Hello! Neighbor!!” I heard a male voice. I barely turned my head to see a gate open into my back yard. I guess my neighbors had access into my yard. I did not even notice the gate when I first walked outside. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my body to face my neighbor. He was about 5ft 4 and in his mid fifties. He was wearing a tight white wife beater top, that hung over his beer gut. He had a beer in one hand and was pulling up his loose bathing shorts. I waved to him as he got closer. “Doug Swartz! Nice to meet you young man. You must be the new renter?” He said. I smiled. “Nice to meet you. Buck Kelly!” I said. “Tammy!!! Move you big ass over …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger
Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Cast of Characters Main Character Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Tased and knocked unconscious by Detective Donnar. Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart and has woken up from her coma. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin's dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Christy has found redemption from Ishtar and serves the goddess. She is returning to Kyle. Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle's girlfriend and wielder of Windfeather. She has returned blind from Japan, able to lie with Kyle without killing him. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle's school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. He has dominated Kyle's mother. Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy. Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. Captured by Burke, she was freed …
The Park
The Park A True Story of us when young marrieds. Please do comment and mark. David Many years ago, when we were young marrieds, the wife and I and the 2 kids lived in a high rise block, just on the edge of Central Park in Dagenham in Essex. The whole block was 16 stories high and we lived on the 5th floor. The floor plan of the building was an “H”, the central bar of comprising the lift shafts, stairs and utilities. Each leg of had 3 flats, two bedroom ones in the corners and a one bedroom in the middle. Ours was situated so that the main aspect from the lounge overlooked the park. High rise living is what you do if live in a city (we didn’t) or if cash is short (it was). The flat was well appointed, we suffered little noise from neighbours, a couple of parties over the 6 years we were there but that was all. The bane of living like that was the lifts, a malfunction or a power cut and we have to trudge up and down 5 flights of stairs. And worse, when there was no power, the stairwell was unlit. It was 1972, the height of the miner’s strike and, as well as the 3 day week, the lack of coal led the government to operate a series of planned power cuts in each area to save electricity. The times were well published and most people either stayed away or did not leave home for the duration of the power cut. However, I was shift work and often came home in the middle of a 4 hour long outage. As power demands were low at night, there were no cuts at night but started again in the …
The Hills Have Thighs – Part 1
WARNING – Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things This starts slow, don't expect any 'sex' for some time _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ – – – This a rough read, do not proceed if you do not want to read about death, abuse and enslavement. This is written down for those that want to read about these things, not to be criticised for any moral reasons. If you are happy to admit that you are indeed a sick fuck, feel free to read on – – – _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 02:14 am What would you do if you'd just been kicked out of your house at age eighteen with $500, a car and a gun? That's the situation I'm in. Yeah, it sucks. Driving on the empty freeway at 2:00 AM, thoughts racing through my head. I only pulled over to dig up my diary and start writing, I don't even know why I am. I guess it'll calm me down. My parents have finally cracked. Shit went down tonight. Dad yelling at me and mom, throwing stuff and threatening us. Finally he packed a bag and stormed off in the Ford. Mom starts on the crack, and I tell her to cut that shit out. A one hour argument ensues, ending in a brawl that she started. Finally I snapped, and barricaded myself in my room. As I threw together a couple of bags of clothes, I could hear bottles breaking against my door, and sobs coming from the hall. Oh …
Matthew-The Awakening – Part One
My name is Matthew, though everyone call's me Matt. I've always been very aware of sex, even at the very early age of nine. I remember my s****r's sweet 16 party and her sitting with me on the couch before the guests arrived (I was banned to my room when it started) admiring my s****r's panyhose covered legs. When mom left the room I touched her leg and ran my finger up her thigh until she looked at me funny and made me stop by pushing my hand aside. I suppose that was the first time I could admit to being turned on. I'm now older, my s****r Amy is off at college and I live with my Mom, Leslie and my dad Bruce. Mom owns her own accounting firm, dad works for a big computer company and he travels a lot, leaving mom and me alone quite a bit. Mom is 42 and quite tall and very beautiful. She has a great body with her best feature being her legs and ass. She tends to dress down, rarely wearing heels or hose and in fact dressing "frumpy" for work. I don't know if that's because that's her comfort level or because she doesn't want to distract her clients or her help. All I can say is that when she dresses up to go out with dad she's a knockout. On those occasions she wears short skirts and four inch heels and it was one of those nights that started all this and is the reason I'm writing it all down. If you're a guy reading this story you'll appreciate it when I tell you that at the age of 16 everything can get a guy turned on. In fact my biggest challenge in school is my geometry …
What Happened in Vegas…Part 3
After our bathroom tryst, I was certain that I was definitely fine with having bedded my own cousin, despite not knowing who she was at the time. I was also looking forward to all the other fun we'd be having that Katie not only wanted, but was demanding of me. I had begun to realize the allure of seducing your unwitting cousin from her point of view. It was the danger and forbidden decadence of Vegas, but somewhat safer, given you're not with someone who is a complete stranger to you. After we had headed back outside to the rest of the family, we only stayed for a couple more hours. This was a week long reunion and there were several family-related activities, so I figured I could get out of there with relative ease. As I was about to leave, Katie was talking to my Mom and mentioned she had planned to go out and see the lights of Vegas that night. My Mom immediately looked to me to ask what I was doing. I mentioned I had planned to go to casino-hopping. Katie said, “Oooh, that sounds fun!” My Mom said, “Why don't you take Katie with you so she doesn't have to go out alone? I'd feel much more at ease if both of you had someone with you.” Katie looked at me like a wolf looks at a rabbit. “Oh, do you mind, Jason? I'd love to go see the town with you tonight, if I wouldn't cramp your style.” “My Mom chuckled then said, “Jason doesn't have a style to cramp. I'm sure he doesn't mind.” I thought 'geez, thanks for the boost of confidence, Mom.' But Katie came to the rescue, and in a …
Surprise From My 48 Year Old Female Neighbour.
I think it is essential to continue my true experiences with my 48 year old female neighbour. After my first sexual experience with her, we made arrangements to meet up every Thursday night at 10:30pm. This was because her husband would be asl**p upstairs as he had a very early start each morning. This went on for a few months during which time she started to suck me off, had me licking and sucking her cunt and of course plenty of fucking. She was a great teacher who gave me a magnificently superb sexual experience as a young teenager. She told me that she wanted plenty of other women to get the benefits from me of her teaching. She was a real randy, raunchy women who had absolutely no inhibitions at all. Looking back on it all now, I can see that she was totally addicted to young men. Over time she confessed that I wasn't the first to visit her home for sex, as she, in her own words, craved young cock for her insatiable desires. Thankfully I was one of the many that got to enjoy her randiness and her filthy mind which always exposed itself when getting fucked. I distinctly remember lying in bed one night wanking myself with the memory of that night's fucking with her, and deciding that I only wanted older women, women old enough to be my mother. I don't know why I came to that conclusion so young as I had not had sex with a girl my own age. I suppose experience was the winner!!! She had plenty of it. Out of the blue one night she said she wanted me to come up to her house …
stepdaughter loving 3
It was Saturday morning And I sat at the kitchen table eating my breakfast, Trish my loving wife was stood by the kettle making a shopping list when Kim walked in. My stepdaughter looked stunning as ever in a small T-shirt and little shorts, showing off her slim toned light ebony body. Her little nipples were sticking up against the material of her top as she stood in front of me and I unintentionally stared longer than I should. "Morning daddy" she smiled I quickly glanced away and said good morning hoping my wife hadn't noticed. Fortunately she hadn't, she was still busy writing out her list. "What you doing today mom?" asked Kim turning around so I could see her tight little ass cheeks stretching the material of her shorts. "Shopping Kim" replied Trish looking up "And why can't you get dressed before you come down stairs?" "I was hungry" replied Kim grabbing a box of cereals of the counter. Then she sat down at the table opposite me and I had to stare down at my breakfast to stop my self looking down her T-shirt. "Are you going daddy?" she asked "No your fathers got some jobs to do around the house" replied Trish before I could answer. "Oh good" whispered Kim grinning naughtily. Then as I sat there finishing my breakfast I suddenly felt something touching the inside of my leg and glancing down I saw Kim's little bare foot between my legs resting on my crotch. I glanced up and she was smiling at me and then her toes began to caress the bulge in my trousers. "Oh god" I …
Karaoke Night – Side 2
It was two decades before he was rocked by the memory of Millie again. Craig was working at a hospital in Sheffield when he saw her; well, not her exactly, but an almost perfect carbon copy, apart from the eyes which were strangely familiar, but not the same dazzling green he remembered of Millie's. The memories came flooding back, he remembered the night they spent above the bar, the feel of her body next to his, the sound and urgency of her voice as she begged him to fuck her, the grip of her slender thighs around his waist as she pulled him deeper. He felt light headed and had to sit down to collect his thoughts. Twenty years ago, the day after they made love, he returned to his holiday apartment. Todd, his friend, refused to speak to him, he blamed Craig for Ryan, his new best friend and Millie's then boyfriend, getting arrested. The next few days in the apartment were tense, so, the day before Ryan was released, Craig returned home, cutting his holiday short. Ryan stayed in the apartment with Todd and they returned home together. Craig hadn't heard from Todd since; it was no great loss. When Craig returned home after his holiday, he tried to contact Millie; the phone rang, unanswered, so he drove across the Pennines to the address she'd written in her parting note. The flat was empty. Unsure as to whether she'd given him a false address and phone number, he knocked on a neighbour's door and asked if he knew the people next door. "Not sure pal." Was the reply. "I only …
Colin the slutty transvestite
It was about three weeks after my first gay experience with Chris that I met Colin. He was a transvestite from Bristol who on first impression came across as very abrupt, not chatty at all and his whole attitude bordered on rudeness, which was a bit offputting. He was very tall, slim and about ten years younger than me and quite good looking, but his abruptness was making me a little apprehensive. "Where can I get dressed?" He asked as soon as we entered the lounge, before I had chance to offer him a coffee. I directed him to the bedroom, telling him I would wait for him in the lounge. " About fifteen minutes, I will call you when I'm ready" He said, picking up the holdall he had brought with him as he made his way to the bedroom. As I waited in the lounge, feeling quite apprehensive I stripped down to my boxers. Due to my nervousness my cock was still soft, so I started stroking it, trying to get myself in the mood. As I sat on the sofa, teasing my cock through my tight boxers he called out that he was ready. I assumed that he would have come back to the lounge, but obviously he had other ideas so I made my way to the bedroom to join him. As I entered the bedroom he was stood by the bed and he looked amazing. He was wearing a short, blonde wig with full makeup and looked quite convincing. He had on a black basque, a pair of black panties showing a nice bulge, black stockings and a pair of black, leather thighboots. "So what do you like?" He asked " I like sucking cock" I …
The Last Flight
“Good morning, Karen.” I turned and saw the suave middle aged pilot approaching me, along with his co-pilot, strolling nonchalantly across the departure lounge. “Ah, good morning Captain Anderson,” I replied, flashing him my sweetest smile. “A beautiful morning.” “Yes, it is indeed,” he agreed. “Should be a good flight.” I had been a stewardess for six years and I loved every minute of it. Having been drafted to work in munitions factories throughout the war years it was like a new life. I was able to travel, and in style. I didn't get paid a great deal but at twenty-nine years old, single and carefree, it didn't matter. I was free! I had almost been refused the position at my interview. I looked okay. Five feet and ten inches tall, slim and not too bad looking I thought. Short dark, wavy hair, high cheek bones accentuating my large dark brown eyes but my long slender fingers ended in rather ragged nails and dry skin due to the ravishes of the munitions and chemicals I had spent so long working with. I was given a probationary period with the warning that if my hands didn't improve in that time I was out! I could never forget that first day in training school. I had arrived bright and early, dressed to kill. I had taken hours with my make-up and wore my very best clothes and when I looked in the mirror I was quite satisfied that I could do no more. When the other girls walked in I suddenly began to feel rather dowdy. They were all so beautiful and glamorous. We all greeted …
Shattered Memories ch4
I sat there, silently, staring at my one hundred and nine scratches on the wall. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilise my will, to keep going. Yesterday… Yesterday had hurt. A pain I hadn't felt in months. Not since I last saw her. Not since I got here. I sighed, standing up, when a rattle on the door jeans me out of my reverie. Peering through the plexiglass, I could see a man flanked by two of the orderlies of 'East End Asylum for the Criminally Insane'. I sighed, focusing on the man. He was somewhat short, shorter than both me and the orderlies (who were huge). He wore circular spectacles and a stethoscope was draped around his shoulders. Everything about him screamed 'shrink'. I sighed again. "Step back from the door and place your hands upon the opposing wall, feet two shoulder lengths apart.' The monotonic voice came from a pre-recorded message playing through a speaker. I did as instructed, not willing to invoke the wrath of the orderlies. I could beat a few up, but they'd just overwhelm me with numbers. Plus, what was the point? They were just doing their job. The door clanged loudly as the heavy electronic lock accepted the biometrics and key cards of the left orderly. I fought the desire to take a look at my… Caregivers. "Slowly place your hands above your head, clasped together." Christ, I hate straightjackets. They slipped it over me, before zipping it up tightly. Satisfied that I was now contained, they led me to the door, where the shrink was waiting. …
Wednesday Afternoon by loyalsock
Marion anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as she checked her watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. "Where was she," Marion thought to herself, "I wish for once she'd be on time!!!" Ten seconds later the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell and Marion quickly buzzed her friend in. She opened the door listened for the footsteps coming up the carpeted stairs, but oddly, she swore there was more than just Evelyn's steps she was hearing! A second or two later she was proven right, as her Evelyn and a young lady of perhaps twenty or so turned up the last flight to Marion's apartment. Marion looked at the young visitor and asked Marion, "Who's your friend, or is it a secret!?!" Before she answered, Evie gave Marion a kiss on the cheek and replied, "I found her in an Internet chat room, and for two hundred dollars she'll do us both!!!" Both Evie and Anna, the young girls name, entered the apartment and sat down on the sofa while Marion went to the kitchen for some refreshments. After everyone had their punch and cookies Marion asked Anna, "Do you know why you're hear, dear?" Anna took a sip of her drink and answered softly, "To service you and Miss Evelyn, ma'am!" Marion by now had had a chance to give the young blonde a going over, and her pussy had begun to dampen at the prospect of having such a young girl nursing at her breasts and sucking her hairy pussy!!! Marion and Evie were both single …
we fucked his wife
Two of my workmates and I have established a "Get d***k" policy for Fridays after work. The local cops and courts have cracked down on d***ken driving (rightly so, IMO) making it too risky and too expensive to drive after drinking. We've started taking turns hosting d***ken sl**p-overs. The host holds all car keys until the next morning. We drink beers, shoot some tequila, smoke a joint or several, then claim a couch or recliner until Sat. morning. I was hosting one night, but didn't notice we were low on tequila until we were too d***k to drive. I asked my wife, Ann, to go to the party store for supplies. "OK, what do you need?" "A fifth of Cuervo Gold, and a dozen condoms!" Ann laughed, "You don't use condoms." They're not for ME," I said. Silence… Ann finally said, "Are you sure?" We have had threesomes and moresomes before, but never with "friends". "Yeah!" I said. "Sounds like a great idea to me!" Ann looked at Tim and Jeff. "I know your wives. I like your wives. I will NOT lie to them. I will NOT keep secrets from them. I will call them tomorrow and tell them EVERYTHING. Will they be OK with this?" Tim looked a little sheepish, but Jeff said, "Terry will be fine with it, as long as we all fuck her NEXT FRIDAY!" Tim finally said he could convince his wife it was a good idea. "OK, let's have some rules. EVERYONE wears a condom when we fuck, because I like to be licked, too! When you're ready to come, I like to swallow. My ass is off limits. Any questions?" With the …
FUN AND GAMES WITH MOTHER IN LAW…. PART 2
I glanced up, and jilly had moved her chair right next to Karen's and had her hand on karen's pussy. I finished mowing the grass and went over to Jilly and karen. 'I will go get you a cold drink' Karen said and got up and went into the house. I sat down next to jilly and we sat there chatting, 'I will be back in a min' jilly said, and went into the house. I just laid on the lounger, feeling abit nervous incase someone came round and saw me laid there in Karen's lacey knickers. After acouple of minutes, karen and jilly returned. Karen came out of the house totally naked and wearing a dog collar and lead with jilly leading her, and carrying a bowl of water. 'Here's your drink' jilly said 'you and karen are going to be my dog and bitch, and you are going to obey my commands and act as dogs, ok?' I looked at karen and she half smiled at me but didn't look that comfortable, 'what you waiting for?' jilly snapped 'get those knickers off and get on your hands and knees!'. I did as I was told and sheepishly slipped the knickers off. I got on my hands and knees and looked up at jilly who was smiling and giggling. 'Good boy' she said She then lead karen towards the lawn, 'Well act like a randy dog and sniff around karen, like randy dogs and bitches do'. I began to run my nose over karen's body around her back and face gently sniffing as I did. 'sorry, but can I briefly interrupt' karen said. 'I need to nip to the loo for a wee'. 'well do it like a dog does then' jilly said. jilly lead …
Sex and the high school girl 2
As I lay in my bed all I could think about was Ann and how she wanted to be fucked. She didn't just want to have sex, she wanted it done to her. She didn't seem to have any limits judging by her willingness to do any thing anyone wanted to do. I desperately need to find a place close to her little town that I could hook up with her on weekends and any other free time we could have together. when I get home from Sunday lunch with my family tomorrow I will go on line and look for a cabin or house out in the country to rent. Sunday morning I got my first text from Ann, She wanted to let me know that she would have Sunday evening free from 7 to 10 o'clock, can we meet at the fishermen's parking area. I text her back and said I could. After lunch I got on line and found three houses and one cabin for rent out side of her town. I called and made appointments to see one house and the cabin. I drove out to look at the house first and then over to see the cabin, as soon as I saw the cabin and how far from the road it was I rented it right away. It had two bed rooms down stairs and a nice loft up stairs and a real nice open room with a free standing fireplace. The best part was it was all furnished except for bedding and towels but I would have time to buy most of what we would need for right now. I meet Ann and told her about the cabin, I loved the excitement she in her voice as we hugged and kissed. She wanted to levee right away to go see it. I could have waited and have fucked …
Lange Pornokinio-Geschichte
Da sass ich nun in dem dunklen Filmsaal dieses Sexkinos. Der Film, der vor meinen Augen auf der großen leinwand gezeigt wurde, machte mich gewaltig an. Ein riesiger, dicker schwarzer Schwanz wurde mit aller Gewalt in die behaarte Votze einer dicken, geilen alten Schlampe hinein- und herausgezogen und die Frau schrie in einem fort. : Ja… tiefer….. gibs mir…. mach mich fertig! Meine Hand hatte schon seit ein paar Minuten meinen freigelegten Schwengel fest im Griff.. Ich war froh, daß niemand in meiner Nähe saß, denn ich wollte keine Spanner um mich herum haben. Und so genoß ich es richtig diesen geilen Film zu sehen und mich so richtig fertigzumachen. Das letzte, was ich wollte, war ein geiler Bock, der sich meinen steifen Schwanz zwischen seine Lippen ziehen wollte. Das hatte ich in dem Kino so oft erlebt und mußte dann mich meiner Haut wehren, wenn ein geiler Bock sich meines Schwanzes bemächtigen wollte. Dazu hatte ich wirklich keine Lust. Dieses Kino, so wurde mir erzählt, sei anders wie die anderen Sexshops in der Gegend. Denn dadurch, das es größer war und eine eigene Gay-Arena und Videokabinen besaß, sollten sogar ab und zu gelegentlich Paare vorbeischauen. Die Sitze des Kinos waren in 4 Reihen angeordnet. Jeder Sitz war drehbar nach links und nach rechts. Ich war außer einem anderen Mann in der vordersten Reihe alleiniger Zuschauer. Das Kino war nach einer Seite hin offen und führte hinaus zu einem Gang, in dem sich auch individuelle Kabinen befanden, z.T sogar …
Tutoring Amy
Victoria Richardson felt like a teenager who’d accidentally fallen asleep in her boyfriend’s bedroom overnight. Sliding carefully out of the strange bed in which she'd awoken, the forty-eight year old tenured professor of English Literature at Berkeley soon found herself on her hands and knees frantically searching for her clothing. Although the light of the dawn was filling the room with a soft glow, Victoria’s eyes were very hazy and her head groggy. Far too much to drink last night. Finally locating every article, Victoria quickly donned her white blouse plus the navy blue slacks and jacket of her pants suit. Stuffing her bra, panties and nylons into her purse, she then tiptoed toward the bedroom door carrying her shoes in her hand. Upon reaching the door, she opened it a smidgeon and peered out into the hallway. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she slipped quietly out of the bedroom and hurried down the hall to the stairs. The cavernous house was dark and deathly silent this early in the morning. Making her way quickly to the front door, Victoria was elated to find the home security system unarmed. Turning the deadbolt, she stepped out into the cool and crisp air of a February morning in northern California. Stopping just long enough to slide on her shoes, Victoria then hurried down the front cobblestone walkway to her Jeep Grand Cherokee parked in the driveway. Catching a quick glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror as she climbed into the driver’s seat, Victoria …
Sex Clinic #3 – Both Banged
I have hot holiday with two tasty lovely ladies – the brunette wants a baby, the blonde only me I am at a hot holiday with two tasty great girlfriends in complicated relations between us three I just secretly agreed to try to impregnate the shy sweet submissive brunette beauty as my slave I know she is virtually a slave to her slim blonde beauty best friend who always dominates her I promise my shy doctor to try to make her a baby in return for being completely my submissive I get back to our apartment with my dear doctor for our first fuck in private as we both hope I am as surprised as her to find the skinny blonde busy with an enema – hotly rubbing herself I grab my bride to be under her short skirt – cover her mouth with my other hand while we watch I get her off in silence very fast, her cunny's contractions milk my member and I shoot my load I already have the brunette as my submissive as long as it takes, but the blonde butt also falls I carry her to bed, close her love lips by two cloth pins so my sperm will not leak from her twat I walk back to the shower to see the blonde beauty getting hot whose tight tiny butt is facing me I hear her moan ever louder and enjoy my sight of her nearing an orgasm till she almost collapses I grab her hips from behind and immetiately enter her warm wet hot hole to bring her over the edge She screams from that unexpected pleasure and keeps coming as I keep a slight touch around her clit She screamsNO! a she realises my mighty member …
Write a love song
On the radio each day Since you went away The songs are about you Just you, And they leave me blue. Those tunes and words We once shared and loved Now haunt me Only me, Because you’re free. After all the sweet lines The wind and strings The times we held hands Beguiled by the bands, Why leave for different lands? Like a bird on the wing You left to do your thing Leaving me alone Listening to our song, Why have you gone? I cannot find the reason Not in this season Or in any words or rhyme, I’ve run out of time You’re no longer mine. If I could write A love song About the girl I adore Love each day more and more, Would I get an encore? Or on the radio each day Would they still play Songs that make me blue Thinking of you, Oh so far away?