In an accident I broke my leg so the doctor told I will need physiotherapy sessions I had to agree it was to take place twice a week at my house since I live alone I usually be naked but now since a guy was to come I wore just a loose t shirt and boxers my massive chest bounces and my cock with air I was ok with that so the physio came he was 25 just out of college dark good looking I was happy a young guy with a cute face a great ass I spoke to him he lived alone so he started he use to massage my thigh with hot wax and rub my spine with oil his firm hands was a definite turn on this went on for a few days I invited him for a drink he agreed I wore a low cut loose t shirt and a tight jean shorts which showed my plump ass he arrived I sat across him I had waxed my legs I was showing it off and my t shirt showed off my Cleavage he was just sipping his scotch his eyes were more fixed on my big 36d cup treat my nipples were getting hard poking on my shirt a few more rounds went in we spoke of his f****y he said he had sex only once that too with a whore two years back and how his profession allows him to feel the legs and body of girls ladies and men but his ethics stop his to proceed further i asked if he would like to dance I played some music then applied some sweep lip gloss and was back we started to dance I was just dancing rotating my ass I felt his hand on my shoulders I did not react it it reached my left boobs he started to just feel it his professional finger just …
Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2 Pamela
Pamela Mainwaring sat in a bar about five miles from her home and looked at her watch. Her husband was probably balls deep in the little strumpet she'd picked out for him by now and Pamela hoped that by the time her phone beeped announcing the "all clear" signal he would be sated enough for her to risk the bedroom without fear of being mauled. She shook her head. It really was amazing. She looked at her watch again and took a sip of her scotch. She stared into the dark amber fluid and waited. "Pamela?" Pamela turned and saw the person she'd been waiting for. "Sadie?" "In the flesh. And it's Darla – Sadie is just my screen name," the well put together redhead said as she took the stool next to Pamela's and sat down, putting her clutch purse on the bar. Darla had waist length red hair, a face full of freckles, long legs, a great ass, a million giga-watt smile, and what most men would describe as a `nice rack.' Her profile pictures hadn't done her justice by a long shot. "I'll have what she's having," Darla said as the bartender placed a napkin in front of her. "It's nice to finally meet you," she added. "Yes, same here. My plan is to meet all of the women I procure for my husband before he does. And in your case, I have something of an ulterior motive." "Oh?" "Yes. Something about your profile intrigued me and I wanted to find out more." "And if you like my answers, am I going to get to meet this randy hubby of yours?" "All in good time, my dear. All in good time." "Good, …
Her Night with Mommy – Prequal, Part 1
Jazmine chose being an accommodating whore over a decent mother. She wasn’t neglectful, or abusive. She never ceased having a roof over her head or that of her daughter’s, Roxy. The fridge and cupboards were always stacked with food and nutrients. Medical needs were seen to, and clothes were abundant. But the fucking, and cocks, and strangers, and Jazmine being gangbanged and gang raped were never even remotely hidden. Sometimes, Roxy would walk in on her mother sucking or fucking, say, in her bedroom. Sometimes, Jazmine would plop down on the sofa in the living room next to Roxy with some guy and begin what would become a routine: become interested in what Roxy was watching; ensure that she was sitting between Roxy and her guy; Start to fondle the guy’s cock and occasionally lean into his lap and suck a bit of the head; the guy spreads her thighs and begins to rub her nani; Jazmine moves to the floor between his legs “to get more comfortable” after he completely removes his pants and underwear; Jazmine opting for a “more comfortable” spot on his lap, which would coincidentally include his cock sliding into one of her holes; all of this and more, while all three sustain the charade that they’re all interested in the television program. Not infrequently, a customer or fuck friend of Jazmine’s would wander into the living room – or her bedroom – and find Roxy alone. The least of these moments involved the men sitting next to Roxy, draping their arms around her and stroking …
Sharing girl-friend with best friend
I am Sanjay Ray, now aged some +28, a small scale manufacturer or businessman, and based in Calcutta. I am dark, average in built, with high libido. However, I married Tulika, @ Tuli, little more than two years ago (2012). Simply gorgeous, Tulika, my younger by 2 years, is a sharp-featured beauty with strange temptation written in her large eyes. She is pinkish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’6”), endowed with a shapely-curvaceous and mouthwatering body [34d / 30 / 35], with modern or contemporary outlook and affable in attitude or bubbly by nature. Sexually, she’s simply a harlot on bed — very demanding, noisy, multi-orgasmic —- and prone to hedonism that ever matched my heterodox outlook towards sex. Well, ours has been a love-marriage (early 2011). Well, from the very beginning our conjugality has been warm and satisfactory. On bed, Tulika happens to be like a horny whore, and little noisy. However, she’s prone to wearing slightly revealing, or and mod dresses, and I would always love seeing other males, especially strangers, lusting for her. Contextually speaking, Tulika had been my junior contemporary in college [Presidency: 2004-07], while Mirza Anees was our contemporary from another college [Vidyasagar]. And since those days Tuli and Mirza have been closer buddies, — or, in other words, ours was sort of a trio; we chit-chatted together, moved together after college hours, or would spend time together in college canteen, or even when I used to take Tuli …
The Carny by loyalsock
It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To a homey, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live. "Some glamor," thought Walt, "dusty dirty jobs setting up and tearing down the rides and exhibits that constituted the Kingston Karnival, and Eddie Kingston made sure that you earned every dime of the crummy pay that he forked over on every Friday. In between set up and tear down, Walt would handle any number of odd jobs around the midway. If he wasn't running one of the many rides for the youngsters, he was operating a game stand, you know, the kind that for a buck you have to knock down the three milk bottles with two throws, or maybe shoot a moving target with a gun with bad sights, where ever he was needed, that's where you'd find him. It was when he was running one of the games that Walt had a chance to interact with the local girls. Usually she would be with her boyfriend who would be trying to win her a stuffed a****l, while at the same time Walt would be giving her the eye. More often than not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would then usually give her a couple of free whacks at whatever game he was running, and then make a date with her for later that evening when he was off work. Most of the time the broads were young, between eighteen and twenty …
Daddys Debt – Part 1
I felt Richie's teeth digging into my shoulder blade. It was a familiar calling card of his orgasm, and I had learned to yearn to feel it because in all times but the last it meant I was almost done. "Oh fuck Sarah, oh shit! Shit baby, yeah, yeah, YEAH!!! UGGHH!!" I felt one more thrust from him as he yelled those words before I felt his body tense, his hands, one on my hand, the other under us and gripping my breast both clenched and I felt the warmth of his seed as he came inside one more time. He always came inside. The asshole would not ever wear a condom, so I had to go on the pill. In retrospect I am lucky I didn't have to have an abortion, or worse carry his baby to term. As if it wasn't gross enough to have this smelly, fat, balding psycho fucking me, but to have his child. I would probably kill myself. At least they didn't force me to be a voyeur . . . anymore. I felt the sick asshole slide his hand out from under me and pressed on my hip as he pulled his dick out of my pussy and flopped down on the bed beside me, kissing my shoulder and neck. He seemed to love that part of the woman's body. I assume it is why we often finished in this position. Of course, without the viagra he didn't last very long anyway, sometimes it was only this position. At least I didn't have to look at him this way. "Shit Sarah. That fucking pussy is as amazing as it was the first time. How do you stay that fucking tight? Muah. Good girl, good girl." He mumbled as he started kissing my …
She Made Us Rub Our Cocks Together
As I approach the age of 40, there is little that I have seen nor done sexually over the course of my life: I’ve experimented with both boys and girls of all ages and races. I’ve been in threesomes, in orgies, and practically every kind of sexual act known… but when I think back to the very beginning of where and when I had my first sexual experience, it all started with *****. I was very young and just about to enter my first year of high school. It was the end of the summer, and I spent my days hanging out in the living room watching television or writing on the sidewalk with chalk in front of my building. One day while my parents were out, I heard a knock on the door – I looked through the peephole and saw *****, the girl who lived up the stairs from me. ***** was 18 and she would occasionally babysit me whenever my folks went out. She was a hot girl who many of the boys in the neighborhood would hit on, only for her to deny their advances… I ask “Who is it?” “It’s *****.” she says… I open the door, and she steps inside. She says “Hey, what’s up Mikey?” I say “Nothing, just watching “Tales from the Crypt.” She says “Cool, but aren’t you a little young to be watching that show?” I scoff, “Hey! This isn’t so bad… my parents know I watch it”… I thought to myself “Jeez, how young does this girl think I am, 5?” I was trying my best not to be insulted by her inference, but I kept my mouth shut. As a young boy, I was trying to appear as cool as possible to this older and comely …
Janette Klein (revised version)
The author kindly advises that this story and its characters are entirely fictitious. It contains descriptions of exhibitionism, lesbian sex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Janette Klein(revised version) (A young voyeur gets help from a bisexual girl to arrange a lesbian tryst between two heterosexual colleagues.) Winter. It’s snowing outside. The streets slowly turn white. I’m on the first floor. My fingertips touch the cold glass of the balcony doors. I stare at the snowdrifts, the bare trees, the grey sludge on the narrow road below. People in dark overcoats walk past the chemist store on the opposite side. It’s late November. Christmas is around the corner. Tinsel is popping up everywhere. I feel tired, downbeat. I just needed to get away from my Mac. My eyes are hurting, my brain exhausted. Too many projects, meetings, concepts, deadlines. Hmmm? Oh, yes, I’m sorry. My name is Jonas Decker, Art Director at a small Frankfurt ad agency. I’m twenty-nine years old, university educated, dark brown half long hair, tall and slender, broad shoulders, habitually dressed in black skivvies. The agency is a small one, only ten people. Located in an old building on the first floor. White walls, stucco high ceilings, light grey carpet, modern furniture. There’s management, creative and production. I share a room with a young, female, inexperienced copywriter. She joined the agency only recently. Not ideal, but more about that later. To be …
Hear no evil, Do me now.
I posted this here once a couple months or so ago and I cannot find it. So if this story seems familiar that is why . and If you know where it is let me know LOL Hear no evil. OK so I had hooked up with this british guy once. We had kept in touch online a bit. He had another girlfriend in town. Or so he told me. And he said he always had this fantasy that she would do another woman. He gave me her name and contact information and asked if I would try to bed her. So i reached out. She accepted my messages and we started conversing. She told me she had always been curious about being with a woman but unless her boyfriend told her to she wouldn't do it voluntarily. She obviously was a submissive. I told the brit guy this and he said he wouldn't force her.. So i let it drop. I stayed n touch with both but didn't pursue anything with either. One day out of the blue I got a call from him. He said he was going to be at a hotel with her and he had an idea. He shared that with me and I agreed. So here is what happened. I drive to the hotel where they are in a room for a day of sex. He is waiting for me at the door naked. She is on the bed. Hands tied together and attached to her ankles . Her legs are bent up into her chest and she is on her side. Naked. With a gag in place, blindfolded and has noise cancelling head phones on an mp3 playing through earbuds . So basically she is immobilized and oblivious to most of her surroundings. Him and I are quiet just to ensure she doesn't …
The Sub Shop
I own a shop; it is not your usual conventional shop. I used to own a stereotypical shop DIY tool shop but it wasn’t making any money and I decided I wanted to mix business and pleasure. I have been part of the BDSM scene for a few years now, but never had the courage to open up a venue quite like this. My shop displays and rents out Subs, I train them up myself with a few close friends but I run this shop single handily. The business is booming and I have many rental sales a week, fifteen a week perhaps. I usually charge around £300 for one day and a whole week I charge £1000. I guess my shop could be described as nearest to a pet shop in that all my products are on display for all to see in cages and all my subs do different services. My shop is in a remote area with blacked out windows. Once a month, I have a monthly promotion. I dress my one of my subs up in gear and I torment and tantalize them in the shop window for passersby to leer in. It boosts sales to no end. Some may question my methods and think I am a glorified butcher’s. Well in a sense I guess I am. I offer many things but most of all satisfaction. My subs endure it, they’re all just attention seekers, they fucking love the attention that it gives them. I give them permission to pleasure their selves at passerby’s requests. This month’s promotion is 0534. I do not give these subs names – Oh no! It would be dangerous, I might get attached. Why should society give them names? They are purely there for sexual …
The Mysterious Device
Leo had always been one of the middle class kids at school. Not too popular nor unpopular he sat somewhere in between, but on his 15th Birthday all this began to change. It was the start of another school year. Leo sighed, he had never liked the start of them. With the rush of getting his supplies together and making sure he didn't forget anything he had always preferred the holidays or even keeping his grades up in the middle of a term. It was 6:00 in the morning, and he had 1 hour to kill before school started. With a great heave of his chest he hopped out of his bed, dressed and walked down out onto the street. The sun had barely begun to rise but he knew that the Markets down the street were always open. He decided to check them out before coming back and packing his supplies. Walking through the markets he found that it was extremely busy even at this hour. He was jostled and pushed through the crowds until he found himself at the entrance of a low alleyway. No one seemed to be there except for a lone shop with a few broken down lights in front of a sign reading: Antique Shop. Curiously he walked towards this odd looking shop. There seemed to be no one in there except rows and rows of useless looking items stacked upon it's shelves. He was just about to leave until he noticed a short bald man sitting behind an old wooden counter. The man had noticed him as well but said nothing. "Eh.. Hello there." Leo said lamely. The man smiled but said nothing, instead he held out …
Back to the Council Estate
It had been a couple of months since I had my encounter with Lyndsay and I couldn't get her out of my mind, no matter how much of a slapper she was she was pretty and could have looked a lot prettier with some make up. I decided to take the risk and go it alone. I parked up outside that guys house and knocked on the door, he welcomed me with open arms which was nice. "Come in come in" he said, as I sat down I told him what I was thinking, he said "No problem" and half an hour later there stood Lyndsay, dressed in the same clothes she'd had on before. She smiled at me and said "Come on we can go back to our house my mum has gone to sign on and taken the k**s with her". As she left I followed. She talked about nothing as we made our way over to her house, then suddenly another girl joined us, "This is Lauren my best friend" she announced, I said "Hi" and she hooked up with Lyndsay as we walked on. Arriving at her house it was a shithole, as we went in the place was dirty and there were stuff everywhere and I mean everywhere. Lyndsay said "Follow me" as we went upstairs, she opened the door to her room and it was a mess, as she sat on the bed she said to Lauren "Sit here" as she did I sat down so Lauren was between us. Lauren was 17 years old, with long dark shiny hair, wearing jeans and a black blouse, slim build, pretty but not as pretty as Lyndsay. As we sat there Lyndsay took her jacket off and her tits bobbled. she faced Lauren and the two girls kissed, God my cock was …
Siblings
SIBLINGS First, a little something about me. My name is Cassandra James. I stand five feet, six inches tall, and have auburn hair and chocolate eyes. It should be said that I am 22 years old and I am the oldest of three c***dren. I have a b*****r eighteen months younger than I am and his name is Chandler. We also have a younger s****r who is almost 19 and graduated High School last year. Her name is Charity. Yes, all three of us k**s have the first name beginning with the letter C. We also have the genes of our parents. Chandler is well hung like dad, and us two girls are considered busty like our mom and grandmother. My mom has a 40DD chest, I have a 42DD chest, and Charity is a 38DD. If you are a girl in High School with larger than average breasts, it is a real curse. You get asked out on dates every day but my s****r and I know why. They don't want to get married or have a permanent relationship. They only want a chance to play with our breasts and suck on our nipples. Why? So they can brag all over school that we are 'easy.' Well no thanks! Look, I am no prude and I sometimes fantasize over wanting the same things. However, at the risk of losing my reputation and being called sluts, I would just as soon pass, thank you very much! My parents run a successful business so I was able to go to college for four years and become a fashion designer. Something I had dreamed of since I was eight years old. I suppose before I forget to tell you that my father's name is Conner and …
Brett Teaches Kristin What Makes Boys Happy – Part 3 – The Moment of Truth is Now
It was finally Friday night, and time was fast approaching for Kristin’s big date with Kevin. She put on a short skirt and a pretty blouse that exposed just enough, but not too much. Kristin wanted to remain a bit mysterious, and keep Kevin interested. She wanted to look sexy, but without looking slutty. She walked into Brett’s room, to get his stamp of approval. “How do I look, brother,” she asked. Brett was speechless. His sister looked more beautiful than ever. “Kevin is the luckiest boy in the world. Not only is he going out with the kindest, sweetest girl ever, but every other guy will look at him tonight and say ‘I wish my girlfriend was as beautiful as she is.’” Kristin felt amazing. She kissed Brett on the cheek and whispered softly in his ear, “Thank you.” She was off. Kristin met up with Kevin, and their date went just as Kristin had expected. They had an intimate dinner, and talked for a long time. To her delight, Kevin did not pressure Kristin into anything she was not ready for, but still, the sex that they had was amazing. Kristin couldn’t help but focus on everything that Brett had taught her, and sure enough, as always, he was right about everything. Kevin’s cock was huge, but she was ready for it. Being the true gentleman that he was, he moved slowly with Kristin, and they kissed slowly, just the way Brett had taught her. They made love slowly and passionately. Maybe too slowly. Kevin was so afraid of scaring Kristin that he moved deliberately with every …
my first cum facial
it all happened a few years ago, i met a really nice guy online off one of the gay finding sites ill call him K, and we chatted for a little bit and found out that he had himself a partner ill call him S, but they were allowed to play with others and they also played together with guys. our first meeting was rather enjoyable after we chatted for a little while after i first got to there secluded house on acreage to break the ice as i was feeling nervous as all hell, but they both were nice and helped relax the situation and then we started watching some gay porn and they slowly started sucking my cock together and i was also sucking both their cocks as well during our first meeting both guys blew their loads over my cock and balls and chest area we all showered and got clean, and then had a bit more of a chat and then i headed back to my house. we continued chatting over the next couple of weeks, talking about how we enjoyed our first meeting and trying to arrange when our next meeting would be happening and what sort of things we would like to do with each other. i had never been fucked before and was willing to give it ago (the guys had some beginners anal toys) to help with the situation, so that was something i was interested in trying the with guys, and we also decided if it wasnt my thing that we could stop at any time during our meeting. the day finally came around to when we would be meeting. i still remember to this day how horny i was on the drive out to their …
Birthday Present
Smiling and in a post orgasmic daze, Joanna uploaded the file to her laptop. Her long blonde locks kissed her breasts and her legs were splayed open, displaying the wet trembling slit in between. Today was a special day. Her boyfriend, Alejandro, was out of the state for a business trip but that didn't stop her from remembering that it was his birthday. He had only been gone for two days and would be gone for the next two weeks or so. The location was high up where cellular reception was hard to get. It would be two long weeks before he would be back and she wanted to give him something special. Usually, they would masturbate just enough to take off the edge from their sexual desires meanwhile Joanna never considered herself a jealous woman but the idea that she could not please her man, and that something else such as a magazine or porn video was making his cock hard and not her, irked her. If he was going to jack himself off, it would be because of her! Joanna’s fingers danced across the keyboard before she hit send. E-mail sent to Alejandro: Happy Birthday! Consider this my present from me to you. With love, Xoxo Closing her laptop, Joanna giggled to herself. Hours later, Alejandro sat down at the computer provided at the hotel he was staying at. The computer was out of date and had an old, very old, system but was functional. His company trip was supposed to be a “bonding” experience for the staff but Alejandro was already missing the smoky smog filled city air. Filtering …
School of electrostimulation (E-stim).
Electro sex is NOT for Teens. Electrosex is the most woderful way to replace hand stroking to produce exploding orgasms, or orgasms that can last for minutes or even hours. It can cause orgasms that make you writhe in orgasmic pain squirming on the floor, or screaming for it to stop. It is unlike any orgasm because it can last as long as you can stand it,and it can kill you. That is the reason I would not recommendd you try it. If not done right you could be dead. If done with homemade equipment you could be dead. It could even cripple you for life. You may find all kinds of posts on the internet that tell you how to do it, even on U Tube. Don't trust what most of them say. For instance there are a number of them that use a Amplifier or tape machine, etc as the source. They may even suggest certain music that packs a punch. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER use music in electro-sex. No matter how you use it there is no way it is safe. It may not kill you (it could if used certain ways) but it will always damage you. You might use it a hundred times and not notice the damage done, but it is there and will show up some time in the future. You might use it only once and suffer severe nerve damage such that you can never hve an orgasm in the future, or loose the use of your legs. So NEVER, NEVER, NEVER use music in electro-sex. Its not worth the damage you have done to yourself, either imediate or in the future. And never use any equipment designed to play music as it is not designed to …
Buddy Fucker
Countless nights I have laid in my bunk, waiting to hear the shower turn off in the bathroom, knowing that Christian would soon be walking out with a towel around his waist. The skimpy brown towels that are issued to G.I.s. I hear the water turn off and pretend to be reading when the door opens and I watch my best friend and roommate exit the bathroom and head to his bunk. The bulge under the towel moving left and right as he walks past me is not hard to notice. He opens his wall locker and reaches for his underwear and sets them on his bed. He undoes the towel at his waist to finish drying off and I quietly inhale as his cock swings freely. He hangs his towel on his locker and turns to pick up his underwear to put them on, and I am treated to another beautiful view of his magnificent cock, until it is packed away in the ugly brownish green issued skivvies. I am lost in thought as his wet towel lands on me, and he says, "Shower is free buddy." I am caught off guard and manage to mutter, "Huh?" "Shower is all yours, better get in before all the hot water is gone." "Oh yeah, okay, sure," I stammer as I grab my towel and head into the bathroom, while trying to hide the semi that has formed in my shorts. When I am done, I walk out and he is laying on his bunk with his hands behind his head watching the television. I take in the view of him laying out like that and my eyes linger on his underwear encased cock. I ask him, "What are we doing tonight?" "What do you want to do?" …
Sex games #2
My wife and I got involved in a sex game a few months ago. See Sex Games #1. We are a very social couple and go to a lot of parties. At one particularly wild party we went skinny dipping. My wife and I danced naked in the pool. At the end of our dance a friend of ours, Tom, asked if My wife would dance with him. They danced naked and he rubbed his prick all over her. She danced a second time with Tom. She put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and gave him soft kisses on his neck. They ended the dance with a passionate kiss. My emotions were racing out of control – jealousy and turned on. We went to a number of parties where my wife got even bolder dancing with men. She always went without underwear. Eventually this led to us inviting Tom back to our house. Tom and my wife had mad passionate sex while I watched. It had been a wild and sexually charged evening. We loved it. It brought us closer together. We held hands, gave random hugs and said lots of 'I love you's. The memories were burned into our heads. They fueled our sex talk and fantasies. Carol would be moaning and talking dirty about fucking other men. We wanted to do it again, but the right situation never happened. For our vacation that year we decided to rent a cottage on a large deep lake. With the rental we got a temporary membership to the yacht club next to the cottage and the use of a float boat. We drove up on a Saturday afternoon. We decided to have our first dinner at the yacht club. …
The Badlands Hike – Part 1
The clouds high in the big Montana sky were puffy and white. The sun was shining warmly on this early Spring day. The air smelled fresh and the grass rustled near the trailhead. I walked around to the back of my pickup truck and threw the last few items I'd need for the weekend into my pack. Sunscreen, water filter, first aid kit. I was headed out for a weekend of backpacking through the most remote sections of northern Montana; I wasn't expecting to see too many other people. With my muscular arms I hoisted my fifty-pound pack onto my back, buckled the straps securely around myself, and then set off onto the trail. My long legs were thankful for the exercise. After months of confinement indoors during the winter, it was good to be out on the land again. The first couple miles were easy going. The path was wide and level. A brook flowed next to the trail and the cool breeze coming off of it was a big relief on this warm day. Up ahead I could see the way start to rise up a small slope. I dug in my heels and began the trek upwards. After about fifty feet of elevation gain, I crested the rise and was able to look out over the countryside ahead of me. The fields of yellow-green grasses spread as far as I could see. Not a single road, house, or other human artifact in the entire view. Some basalt buttes jutted from the landscape a few miles ahead, rust red in the afternoon sun. I kept walking for the rest of the afternoon. The buttes remained tantalizingly just out of reach. I …
camping with a giant
this is for trevor100a its his huge cock that is generating this story,i was camping by myself way out in the remote woods and it appeared like i was the only one around till some one else arived into the site next to mine ,as i was toiling with some gear i heard foot steps approaching and heard a man's voice behind me ,as i turned my breath was sucked out of me as there stood in front of me the tallest man i ever did see he had to be over nine feet tall ,he could see the excitement on my face as he stepped even closer,so close i could smell the aroma of malenes mixed with the odor of cock strong pungent cock smell filling my senses ,i snapped back to reality when he told me his name was Trevor as he held out his hand to shake mine i held out mine as his huge strong hand engulfed mine past my wrist my hend felt like a small c***ds in his hand as a firm tight grip gave it a sharp shake ,i was geting a rock hard erection as i looked him over from his long powerfull legs and the spandex shorts he was wearing seemed to have a huge snake like cock coiled up in it stretching out huge with two massive bulge's bellow ,i thought he has balls bigger than basket balls then looking up along his flat strong washboard stomach rippling with chisled muscles that seemed to never end as they went all the way up to his chest that were capped with two flat massive pecs and his broad shoulders and finaly the mans sexy face with his horny grin ,he said do you always have a erection ,only when i …
The Caller 1
Alright, so… hi there, I'm Jocelyn. I'm from Colorado and in my mid-40s, divorced and my kids are both in college, so I'm pretty much by myself. On the other hand, I run a quite successful real estate business which keeps me busy enough. What little free time I have I like to spend with my friends from church. So, in other words, I might have a rather normal american life. As far as sex goes… well, there isn't really that much to talk about. I don't go out much and don't necessarily need a man in my life. I guess when I have to sum it up, then I'd say that sex isn't all that important to me. At least, that's what I had said if you'd have asked me a couple of weeks ago. In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It's my most important business tool, and so I don't spend much thought about when or where to answer it – it's a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn't very surprised by it; it happens all the time. "Hi," said a female voice on the other end of the line. "So, where were we?" "Hi," I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted? Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: "Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are." I was speechless. My first impulse should've been to hang up, but at that moment I was so confused and taken …
My aunty made me hot
hello to all readers.i want to share the pleasure i got with my aunty.that was my first experience in sex.till then i dont know any thing in sex.i belong to an orthodox family in which spelling the word sex is prohibited.so i don,t know anything.but i had some fantasies by listining to my friends. that day was a function in my grandfathers home.so i went there as my parents were busy.i had stay there for night.my aunty also came there to attend that function.i am delighted to see my aunt there.she has such a provocating structure that no man can live without thinking of her atleast once if he saw her.that evening she went to have bath.after taking bath she came out.i was stunned as she came out with only saree.she didnt wear any blouse or bra under the saree.as she had bath she was wet and tha saree got stuck to her large and erect boobs.then suddenly as air blew the saree moved of aside i saw her boob so clearly.i felt my eyes got blasted.i still remember it now. then that night iwent to a movie and returned home.after having dinner i was told to sleep upstairs.it was almost 10 at night.when i went upstairs i saw my aunt there.she was fast asleep as she did a lot of work during daytime.then i went and lied beside her.the scene of her boob was still in my eyes.when i looked at her boobs they are moving rhytmically as she was breathing.i lied watching her boobs for 10 minutes.then a feeling arose in me.how about touching her boobs.my hand rose but i drew back.i was …
Joe chapter 5
I woke up slowly, groggy. The light from outside spilling in, it gave the room a red glow. No wait, the walls were pink. Why were the walls pink? "I'll be right there!" I heard Cynthia call out to someone. Footsteps passed down the hall. "Shit, I cheated on my girlfriend with her little sister" I berated myself. Was Cynthia my girlfriend? No one knew about us. We never talked about it. "Fuck for that matter I boned my sister and she's not my girlfriend," I tried to rationalize. Ok there was really something wrong with me. I slept with my little sister's best friend while she pretended to be my sister, I let my sister ride my dick while she thought I was her boyfriend and now I spent all night cumming in my sister's best friend's little sister. Shit I'm all mixed up. To top it off I haven't used protection with any of them and none of them are on birth control! I got up to get dressed, when I saw motion out the window. I looked out and saw Cynthia and Bella's dad mowing the yard. "Fuck!" I leaped back. He hadn't seen me. When his back was to the window I reached in front of the glass to get my clothes. I got dressed in Bella's bed. I could see our sex stains in her sheets. Not my problem, that queenly 13 year old will have to deal with it herself. What an asshole I've become, leaving a 13 year old to explain to her parents the cum and virgin blood on her sheets. I had to think, I needed to get out of this pink hell. Ok I'll go out the front door since her dad's out back. I …
Taking Pictures back in the late 70s
Taking pictures back in the late 70's. My Ex-wife and I liked to take seminude and nude photos back in the late 70’s. She would love to model and pose seductively for me. I would also take real life nude photos whenever the opportunity arose. I would snap pictures of her in the shower, changing clothes, walking through house nude or anytime she was in a state of undress. Then there was times I would get photos of her passed out or asl**p naked. So there were a lot of candid photos. Well back then I would keep these pictures in a photo album that held 4 photo’s per page back then in clear see through pockets. The pictures were 3 x 5 so good viewing. I would keep them hidden away so I could look at them when I wanted to from time to time. Yes even I had to masturbate once in a while. In our living room we had a coffee table in front of our couch that had a glass top with a lower level for storing things. So I would store the photo albums on the lower level of the coffee table of various trips or outings. When some of our friends would stop by for a drink or to smoke we would be sit on the couch watching TV or cutting lines on top of that glass coffee table just in front of the couch. Well you had a clear view of the photo albums under the table. Everyone knew I took lots of photos of events and special occasions. Well depending on who might stop by and be visiting I might grab some of the private photos of my Ex-wife. Then while they went to our bathroom I would slip them …