I was 18 when i came to LOS ANGELES full of dreams of a better and glamorous life.In my hometown i was considered a beautyqueen ,guys were all over me,flattering and telling me that hollywood would fall to my feet the minute i would get there,little did i know ….. Let me tell you a little about my background ,my f****y.My parents weren't rich ,mind you not poor either ,they were average.I think they loved eachother but sex was not something they kept inside the marriage,in fact they were serialcheaters having countless relations ,flings with all kind of people.When my mother turned 40 she realised that her best time was over and she basically stopped having trysts and turned to another friend : alcohol,lots of it ,i came home from school and would find my mother passed out d***k on the couch or wherever she fell,my father turned her into a clinic for about at least 5 times untill he realised that nothing really helped ,shortly after comming back it started all over ,so basically he gave up . In her absence it wasn't rare that he would bring other weman to our house so from early on i realised that sex and love were something completly different and fidelity inside the marriage was not a strict necessity. What i learned allso in time was that my beauty and sexy apearance could get me allmost everything i wanted from men,boys i mean .By the time i turned 16 i had not only a steady going sexlife and my virginity was a distant memory,i won't get into details but sex wasn't what …
Sharing Cindy Chapter 13
Sharing Cindy Chapter 13 During the last chapter I mentioned that my wife’s boss, Louie had decided to purchase a Harley dealership. Of course this came with a little help from Cindy in making the previous owners very happy and willing to make a good deal. She was rewarded by her boss with an offer of a job at the new dealership. Of course she took it. Having a wife who works for a Harley dealership definitely has its benefits. We were able to purchase a couple of bikes at cost. Service on them was always free and we got great deals on parts, etc. It also opened up a whole new world to us. We began to attend bike gatherings, poker runs and parties. Of course all of these opportunities also lead to a lot of fun. Cindy really seemed to enjoy the new job. She was working in an office that was upstairs, and her boss Louie had his own office right next to it. As you know from reading the other stories, Louie and Cindy had had sex a few times and this new situation definitely lead to a few more encounters. Some days she would come home from work, and sit down next to me on the couch and lean in close. She would place one hand on my crotch and her lips against my ear. I could feel her as she would whisper, “I have been a bad girl today.” That would instantly turn me on and my cock would respond. This would become the way she would always tell me that she had had sex with someone from then on. Louie was one of those owners who only showed up at work every so often. He actually …
ME, MY BESTFRIEND, AND HER DAD pt2
He took his monster dick out and shoved it inside of his petite daughter with no hesitation. He pounded her even harder than he pounded me! Definitely not the first time getting in that pussy! Kim’s lips and mine were the only thing touching at that time. I loved every minute of it and so did my bestfriend! She screamed louder and louder until she squirted all over her dad’s dick!!! It was so warm.. running down my legs and pussy. “I love you daddy..” she said quietly as her weak body rolled off of me. He picked me up and wrapped his arms underneath my thick thighs and my heavy ass! He slid his 14-inch dick into my tight, wet, 18year old pussy and begins pounding me uncontrollably! My entire body was shaking as he stood there and stuffed me. We watched my ass vibrate in the mirror. “You like daddy’s dick?!” He asked. “Yeeeeessssss daddy!!” I screamed. Mr. Parker moved my hair from my ear and whispered, “I’m fucking you everyday from now on. I’m going to feed you, buy you nice things—anything, take care of you. Bring this pussy home to daddy everyday, ok?” I did not hesitate to respond. “yeesss daddy! This pussy is yours!!” My pussy exploded everywhere!! All on him, the floor, the dresser, the bed, the mirror, just everywhere!! My pussy never felt that good!! He laid me beside his daughter in his bed. She cuddled with me.. rubbing my hips and tits.. kissing my lips and nose. Her dad walked down the hall and came back with my cup of water. “Here you go, baby.” I took a sip and …
Best Of Both Worlds, Mom And Daughter
This is a story my friend Katie asked me to write for her that she wanted to include her mom. She basically told me to write what I wanted so here it goes. Hope you all enjoy. My name is Kevin and I am a regular thirty two year old guy with a normal, boring life until I got to know my neighbors next door. I had lived in my apartment complex for about a year and half where I knew some of the tenants but mostly I just kept to myself hanging out in my place. A couple months back one of my friends told me that a mom and daughter moved into the building on my floor. I just kind of shrugged it off but I didn't know yet that those two were going to make my life way more interesting. I first met them when I was leaving my apartment and they were walking down the hall returning to theirs. "You must be our neighbor" the mom said who's name was Brandi (Who is in her forties) "This is my daughter Katie" she said (Who was eighteen) as I shook their hands introducing myself. "Is there anything fun to do in the building?" Brandi asked as I grinned "I usually just pick up a twelve pack and hang out at my place. "Well since we don't know really anyone yet maybe tonight if you wanna bring the beer I will make dinner" Brandi said. I figured I didn't have anything else going on and agreed to meet them later. That night I knocked on the door where Katie opened it letting me into the house before heading back to her room. I walked into the kitchen where Brandi was wearing some blue cloths shorts …
2 Holiday surprise
2 Holiday surprise Happy Englishmen like me toddle of for a holiday once a year, to get away from the world. Now if like me you had a stressful job (or at least I did have back in the 80`s) to avoid a stressful holiday, you needed to satisfy the wife as to where you went, while still managing to keep the k**s happy while not having to travel overseas, mainly as I can`t stand the French, have no interest in the rest of Europe, and couldn’t afford to go further afield anyway! To fulfil all the criteria would be a good trick I knew, so we had discussed our holiday destination very long and hard, for a change I won! Thus it was to a sandy beach near the Romney marsh that we took our elderly caravan, found a small site and plonked our selves down to relax for a fortnight of sun and sand. The beach was backed by sand dunes, behind which was a jolly little pub, so it was ideal for me to wet a dry throat without need for journeys in the motor with its related risks to life limb and licence! By day three I was getting restless; I had read the book`s I had brought with me and the telly had the usual collection of cooking, detectives, and DIY programs that we pay so much for a licence for, our old van was hardly conducive to wild sex, the walls being thin and the wife being a moaner and anyway she said she wanted to soak up rays and not anything a mere male could provide. So leaving mother to scorch and dragging my blue balls with me, I took my faithful drawing Kit and set off for the …
Comforting Mommy The Best I Could
When I finally graduated high school I was nervous and excited to move onto college. I was excited because I was moving forward with my live but nervous because I was moving about five hours away to go to college and would be living on my own. As much as I loved my f****y which was my mom and dad because I was an only c***d when I finally started school I was so busy and having so much fun with parties and such that I didn't go home for almost a year. My mom called me every now and then but I never really went home to see her or my dad until one day when I got out of class and my phone rang. My mom was sobbing and told me that my dad had passed away. I was shocked and saddened and quickly made my way home where my mom was sitting in the house alone at the kitchen table. I sat and talked with her as we got everything in order as far as the funeral and such. I was home with my mom for almost four weeks as we got everything done until I was finally ready to go back to school because I had missed so much already. I felt really bad for leaving my mom by herself so I decided to stay a couple more days before leaving. My mom wasn't really crying but I could tell she was just out of it and not herself. We mostly sat at the table talking until she asked me if I wouldn't mind helping her go threw my dads things before I left. I agreed and we headed up to the bedroom where we went threw his cloths and then my mom started going threw his night stand. I heard her giggle a little bit …
GARGOYLES-BREEDING FARM CHAPTER 2.
I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY. CHAPTER 2 ANGELA-GARGOYLE BREEDING WHORE. Seth carter sat back on his stone throne like chair as his beautiful naked wife,the princess Finella,sucked on his dick lovingly,her womb now swollen with his young.Her long blonde hair fell around her face as she pleasured his cock with her mouth,her eyes gazing at him in adoration. Next to her knelt his mistress and concubine,the lady of the lake.Her belly was also grown with his fertile seed and now swelled to accommodate his healthy and strong offspring.She licked and sucked submissively on his thick balls,giving him even more pleasure.Her silver hair and red lips on his balls urging him to climax. His first gargoyle mate was in the rookery seth had had built.Her eggs lay in the warm,soft straw.Instead of the ten she had thought she would lay she had birthed 20.Every night she kept watch over them,covering them in warm straw and preparing for their hatching.Having her meals brought down to her and rarely leaving.Seth would visit her there sometimes and hold his eggs knowing that his and ophelia's young lay in them.It gave the gargoyle pleasure to see him take part in this.Though she couldn't talk,she expressed her feelings in other ways.Purring like a cat she would lick her lips and give him a come hither look while spreading her pussy.The sex they had would leave him satisfied and Ophelia moaning in satisfaction as his thick creamy seed fell from her pussy. Seth …
A Christmas surprise
My wife’s sister recently separated from her husband following a very nasty and violent marriage that lasted only four years; this resulted in her moving in with us. I shall refer to her as Laura in this true tale, and to my wife as Tricia. Laura is now twenty-five, but I have known her since she was nine or ten. Laura is fourteen years younger than Tricia is, and I have always looked at her as not only my wife’s sister, but as my little sister as well – or perhaps even my daughter; we were, and always have been, very close and really good friends. Laura is a stunning redhead with an amazing body; she is slim and very fit. She's a fitness fanatic who visits the gym three or four times a week, and goes jogging most days. She has the most amazing, perfect legs, and a great pair of firm tits that most women would die for. It was never Laura's intention to stay with us for more than a few weeks, but six months down the line she still lives with us. We have no intention of asking her to move out, as we have a large house, and we still have our own private time even with her in the home. Laura works for a large firm of solicitors, and always looks amazing when she leaves the house in the morning. She wears business suits and heels, and the sight of her always makes my cock twitch. The length of her skirt varies, and knowing she is wearing black-seamed stockings beneath, and most probably a tiny thong, makes my heart pound and my cock twitch. I know this because I help with all the …
The Last Flight Chapter 12
My father stayed for just two hours. Not because he didn't want to stay, he did, very much but there was so much happening that it just was not possible to talk together for more than a few minutes. Before he left he held me tightly and a few more tears were shed between us. He told me he would stay a couple of days in a hotel in the town but he could not leave the farm for too long and wrote down the name and telephone number so I could contact him. Investigators needed more questions to be answered, the press were still looking for stories and the airline's representatives were in and out, making arrangements for my imminent return to England. As the only surviving crew member I was the focus of all their attention. It was late in the day when I had a visit from Doctor Rousseau. “Bon soir, Karen,” he greeted me cheerily. “How are you?” “Good evening, Doctor Rousseau,” I smiled widely. “I feel wonderful, thank you.” “That is good.” He turned to Françoise, who had followed him into the room, and spoke quickly in French. She nodded and walked around to the other side of the bed. “Now,” he continued in English, “We shall have a look at your wound. Is it still painful?” “A little,” I answered truthfully, “but not like it was.” Françoise unpinned the thick bandage and, supporting my knee, began to unwrap it, finishing with the large gauze dressing. Very carefully she lifted the corner and peeled back, dropping it into the enamel dish on the little trolley she had brought in …
Tony Takes Me Home
"Well, that's me done for another day. Coming, Diane?" I looked at Cindy with a vacant expression, lost in my indecision. The double-entendre of her last remark was not lost on me. And in a way, it kind of helped me make up my mind. "Soon, I hope. See you tomorrow." She grabbed her coat and bag and left while I pretended to busy myself with something on my screen. Then I switched off the computer and slowly made my way out into the forecourt, just in time to see Tony coming out of the entrance to the Parts Department. He smiled when he saw me, and signalled me to follow him to his car. Like a moth to a flame, I moved instinctively, unaware of my surroundings. My heart beat like a drum inside my chest, but the stirrings in my knickerless loins drove me onwards. He unlocked his Jaguar, and nodded to me to get in. I made a quick sweep of the car park to see if anyone was looking, then opened the door and quickly sunk into the luxurious leather seats. The coolness of the leather came as a shock to my naked nethers, and I involuntarily gasped. Tony looked at me with a mixture of confidence and a wry grin of satisfaction. We exchanged some small talk as we buckled in, and then he pulled out into the main road. Traffic was annoyingly busy, and we stopped in a queue about a mile from work. Tony took the opportunity to look me up and down before he spoke. "Before we get to my place, are you sure you want to go through with this, Diane? I will understand if you've changed your …
Saras Car Trip Ch.2
She turned to me then, leaned in close. Still holding my hand, rubbing my hand with hers. "You wanted to know my favorite place. Safe place I mean. You still want to know?" I nodded my head. "Ok. Just above my ass. You know, the small of my back. Just below the small of my back." And she put her other hand back twisting in front of me. Pointing at it. "Right there," looking over her shoulder then at me. Her breasts were arched directly in front of my eyes, and her top fell away from her body a little as she did this. I was looking down her blouse, she noticing but letting me. She turned back toward me, her eyes happy again. "That is my secret place. There I told you. Your right, it felt good. I liked it all Jason. See, but we can't . . .it's . . ." I said simply, "Weird." She laughed, "Well weird. But in a good way. Special. That's why I kissed you. At that moment in just that little speck of time everything did FEEL ok. It was just when I thought about it, later. . ." "Well, lets not think about it. Come on," and she took my hand as we walked away. ************** The car got fixed and we were back on the road again. We left shortly after our morning talk and dad drove about as solid as I can remember, trying to make up time but we were not where we were supposed to be yet, and so we were again trying to get a room for the night without reservations. There was a part of me that was excited, thinking – maybe. But there were two rooms tonight. A double and a double double, …
Accident
Accident My wife and I owned a nice single story home in the subs. We had moved into this older well kept neighborhood a year earlier and got along with every person who lived around us. There were block parties that we attended and got to know everyone pretty well. I am pretty handy and work on the house a lot. One day the neighbor to our left came over and asked if I could help her with cleaning the gutters. She was a nice lady in her fifties, divorced, no k**s, and very friendly. She had cleaned most of it, but something had got stuck and she had trouble see what it was. Her ladder was not tall enough and she thought it might be best if I could have a look at. I told my wife, Margrit that I was going over to Mrs Brown's (Sandy) to help her with a project. I brought over my ladder and climbed up to the gutter. Sandy was standing below me holding the ladder. I when I climbed up I looked down on Sandy, she was wearing some baggy old clothes for garden and outdoor work. I could see straight down in her top and see her nice laced bra that created a very inviting cleavage. Sandy was the motherly chubby type and did not normally make me think about sex, but from this angle she looked good. I can only guess that it was her cleavage that made me distracted and not fully concentrating on my task at hand. I got up to the cutter and found part of a branch on her roof and in the gutter which cause the blockage. When I tried to move it, I slipped and started to fall. Lucky enough, I …
Randy boy
Hi my name is Freddy and this is my story. As a young lad I was always interested in older women, losing my cherry at 14 yrs old to one of mums friends and getting blow jobs from some senior girls at school, some of mums friends where real hot and so sexy, I would try and get a good look at them and always made sure they knew I was looking, that usually made their nipples hard, 1 of her dearest friends Kathleen lived next door, she had 2 girls Sally-Jane and Margaret also a boy called John, we all went to the same school and I played soccer with John at the local club, I had been feeling unwell for a few days and mum took me to the doctors, Dr Saunders was a real hot fox, big tits cute arse and a figure that made your pulse rush, I always seemed to get a good eyeful when she bent over and usually got a good hard on as well, the doctor said I had a bug and advised mum to keep me off school for at least a week, so I didn’t get worse and none of the other k**s got it as well, mum worked 4 days a week in the local charity shop and phoned in and explained I was off sick, she was told she had to come in on Thursday as no one could cover the shift, mum went next door to Kathleen who said if I came around as mum left she would keep a eye on me, all day and I could stay in John’s bed so I could rest. On the Thursday morning as Sally-Jane, Margaret and Jon went to school, mum took me next door and I went and laid in John’s room, as I said goodbye I rested and done some school work, …
Shorts at camp
I was at a school camp when I had my first sex. We were a group of boys. I was quite skinny and tall with long thin legs and though I was interested in sex and masturbated a lot I really had no idea what it was about. My penis was quite long, circumcised and with tight round balls and hardly any hair. It was always getting stiff. I was vaguely interested in seeing boys in the changing sheds and was curious about anything to do with bodies. I was keen to climb a nearby mountain, really a high hill, and there was only one other boy called Sam who was interested. I did not know him very well, but I thought okay and we got permission and set off with small packs with lunch, water and jackets. We were in t shirts and shorts and boots. We seemed to get on ok as we set off and took turns leading along a track to the top through forest. It was when I was following that I noticed that Sam had a very large round bum in tight white Adidas running shorts and I don’t know why but seeing this made my penis go stiff in my white jockeys under loose leg black sport shorts. I even got the idea that he liked showing me because re retied his boot laces a couple of times bending over in front of me. And when we stopped for our first break he seemed to like looking at my legs and I think up my shorts. I pretended not to notice as I sat with my legs wide apart. When he repacked his pack he made a point it seemed of kneeling with his bum towards me and I could see how his shorts went up into his …
Kathys First Striptease Show
Well, two years of college was enough for me so at the sweet age of nineteen, I took my degree and headed home. I landed a dream job right out of college with a big advertising firm. I seemed to have the looks and sex appeal the company wanted. A very petite brunette, 5' 2" tall, 94 pounds with measurements of 36C – 20 – 32. My breasts were big, my tummy flat, a hard little ass, and thin shapely legs. Since advertising was my major, I loved the job. Just two weeks into it I got assigned to help out with one of their biggest clients. Not long after meeting the three owners, they kind of took me off to the side. Robert asked, "Kathy, how about being in our booth at the trade show next week? We need a hostess." Very surprised I said, "Wow! I'd love to. But! I… I don't think my boss would allow that." With an Australian accent he said, "No worries! I'll be back," and confidently walked away. About thirty minutes later Robert came to my desk. "It's a go, kiddo. You're at the trade show all next week," he said with a big grin. Obviously he was too big a client for my boss to say no. I said inquisitively and sheepishly, "Ah… Question… What does a hostess do?" With a big smile he said, "No worries. Just wear a sexy dress. You know, revealing." With an even more sheepish grin I asked, "Just how revealing do you want?" "What ever 'you' feel comfortable in, gorgeous," he replied with a smile. Then he winked and said, "Convention center. Monday! 10AM. Look sexy!" He tapped his …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19
First some blatant advertising. I wrote most of this eight book series in the early 2000s. Publishers found it too racy for them to handle so I sought out an online publisher. You see, I already had built up an online fan base of a few hundred readers, so I came across the German publisher, BookRix. They were expanding into a worldwide market of online books with assorted authors and welcomed eroticism as a genre. With them I have done moderately well since they make my books available through Amazon, Apple iBookstore, Beam, Google, Libri, Thailia and other lesser known online book stores. So if you like what I write you will find my series under Mike Claymore Mystery series at the above web sites. Without further ado, here's Mike… CHAPTER NINETEEN 5TH SATURDAY It's an overcast morning as Mike calls Mr. Clive Reynolds. He explains he's investigating the auto accident in which Mr. Reynolds was involved for ICBC. He asks if he might come around and have a word with him. Mike drives to an area of new luxury homes built on the mountainside near the clay mines. He pulls in a long drive and proceeds past gates, lawns and shrubbery to a large stylish home. Two Dalmatians frolicking and playing in the yard near the house greet him. A tall balding man of about forty comes out to meet him. "You must be Mr. Claymore. I'm Clive Reynolds, but everyone calls me CJ. Please come around on the terrace. It's covered and so much more comfortable." "I'll try not to take too much of your …
Sister in law Sally
It was Friday afternoon. My wife was due to fly out about now to attend a week-end conference for her work. I was thinking that, rather than go home to an empty house and boring TV, I might join the single guys and girls from my work at the pub that they visit every Friday after work. Then my mobile phone rang. It was my wife, Julia. “Hi Julia. What's up?” “Hi Phil. I hope that you don't mind. Sally has had to leave her boyfriend. I said that she could stay with us.” Sally is my wife's baby sister. “She had to leave him?” “Yes. He was getting more and more violent. He had turned nasty with her.” “So, why can't she go back to your mum's place.” “Because she's a horny teenager, and she needs to have her faith in men restored.” “And how am I supposed to achieve that?” “By being your normal charming self, spending this whole weekend with her, and fucking her brains out.” “You want me to fuck your 18-year old sister?” “Yes. I promised her that you would. I know that you would like to, because I've seen you looking at her.” “And you're OK with us fucking? What happens after you get back on Monday morning?” “We'll worry about that after I get back. Please do this for me. Please go home early tonight. Please use all your charm to help her get over her depression. And please don't let her out of your sight or out of our bed before Monday.” “Are you sure that that is what you want?” “Yes. I'm sure. I love you Phil.” “I love you too, Julia. I hope that this weekend wont change our …
Pennys Worth – Chapter 5
Division Lines The elevator door opened and I greeted Suárez with a tender kiss. I wore one of the designer dresses, but with the most sluttish lingerie underneath. His hands began to explore my breasts and ass. The hem of the Saint Laurent was lifted up, and he explored my pubic mound through my diaphanous red panties. The ever-present bodyguard positioned himself in an inconspicuous spot near the elevator door and assumed a parade rest pose. “Sometimes I feel uncomfortable how he always seems to be watching us.” “He’s trained to see everything and see nothing. He’s an apparatus for my protection. Nothing more, nothing less.” “At least he doesn’t have to come into the bedroom with us.” I grabbed Suárez by his necktie and pulled him toward the door. The bodyguard had already swept the room before his employer’s arrival. Suárez turned on the television. The video recordings I’d done had become his form of foreplay. “I see you had the permanent cameras installed. The picture quality is so much better.” He forwarded to the scene of me starting to suck the penis of Litton Murphy, CEO of Balance Avionics. “Yeah, that’s it you fucking whore. Swallow it all down. Show me what you’ve got.” Suárez paused the playback. “Did he cum on your mouth?” “No, he held out. He’s never premature. He fucked me for nearly an hour.” “Is he a better lover than me?” “Yes. He’s much better. He knows how to please a woman. You could learn something.” The look on Suárez’s face was one of supreme hurt and …
The Next Year – Chapter 2 – Cum Hungry
For the next two weeks Vincent and I were inseparable. We ditched random classes to go to the half built housing community to smoke pot and fool around. We had to vary the days to avoid the construction crews. By the end of the first week he was practically shooting only air out his cock. We agreed to hold off on fooling around. I told him that the work, although fun, was less enticing without a big reward at the end. He invited me over to his place the weekend of the second week, his mother and her boyfriend would be out of town. That Friday night I took a long hot shower, and shaved my legs, and my pussy bald and smooth. I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and headed to my room. The house had been much quieter since my sister left to go to college. I stole her vibrator the week before she left. I enjoyed watching her look for it frantically too scared to ask anyone if they had seen it. I climbed into bed naked and fell asleep. I woke up a little before noon and got ready. I put on a black form fit t-shirt and short green skirt. I brushed my hair and put on makeup. Just as I had finished I heard a car honk out front. I raced out the front door, and waved to Vincent as I approached his car. “Morning sexy!” he yelled as he waved back. “Shh, my dad will hear you,” I said placing my finger against my lips. “Shit sorry,” he responded as I climbed into his mustang. “Well you look damn hot baby,” he said scanning my legs with his eyes. “Freshly shaven,” I said as I …
Older women are freaks
It was october when i went to visit my father down in louisiana. I was 18 and fresh from basic and AIT, at 5'10 and about 185 with short black hair and a boyish face. My Father owns a bar and after seeing him and celebrating together i started noticing this women at the end of the bar. She was short maybe 5'5 ling blond hair nice D cup tits and nice tight looking ass. she wore this tight green dress and cowgirl boots. She was much older then me, i would have to say around 50. My father looked at me and said "you dont want to mess around with her, ive heard some stories." but being young i didnt listen and walked over and started talking to her. she was a flirt and was teasing me by shifting her legs and putting her hands on my thigh, i soon found out that she wasent wearing any panties. she kept buying me drinks intil she asked me if id like to come back to her place for some coffee or tea. i said yes and we made it to the parking lot and drove to her house. when we got there she pulled me right to her bedroom and tossed of her dress. she was standing there with those nice big tits out and she rubbed her hands all over them and down her body to her nicely shaven pussy. she told me to strip and i obeyed and tossed of my clothing, she smiled as she saw my cock al 6 inchs of it stiff as can be. she smiled and said softly "that wont do, i didnt say you could get hard" she walked over and tied my arms to the bed posts and my legs to the base bored. she lowerd her head down to my …
Parents teach their daughter part 1
"I caught Samantha and Roger making out tonight in the rumpus room, they were both naked from the waist up, and he was trying to slip his hand under Sam's skirt. I don't know how far it would have gone if I hadn't walked in on them. Thank god I got Sam started on the pill, she doesn't need a baby at 16." My husband Darrin looked over at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Sam has told me that she's still a virgin, and she's pretty sure that Roger is too. I wonder how good the first time will be, my first time was nothing to write home about." Smiling, Darrin said, "Then you found me, and you found out how good sex can be." Feeling that familiar stirring, I cooed, "Oh yes indeed, how about you remind how good it can be?" Since we were both naked in bed, it was an easy matter for my husband to take me in his arms, and start to awaken my need, turning it from a flame into a fire. He loves foreplay, and his touches and kisses all over my body were starting the fire going. His mouth at my creamy center, he licked, sucked and kissed my lovingly, driving me up and up until I felt the spasms starting deep inside, and I pulled his mouth tightly against me, feeling his tongue licking up the gush of my juices as I shuddered and moaned from orgasmic pleasure. He rose up, that pleasing 8 inches rock hard and ready for action, and I welcomed him with a lust filled smile, open arms and open legs. I could feel the press of his cock against me, then he slid in, and I growled with …
A Pilot and his Princess
To say I was relieved to retire would be an understatement. 10 years of flying shitty jet airliners, dealing with bitchy FAA personnel, as well as dumbass air traffic control, and suffering irregular sleep due to the job, had taken its toll. All for 25 bucks an hour. The benefits were really good, but still, pilot's don't come cheap. I didn't really need the money though. 20 years of working at Lockheed, being smart with my money, and finding a wife that would spend mainly her own money, I had already built a retirement all on my own. I never expected it to be like this though. I don't remember much, if not any of the crash. All I remember was that starboard engine quitting and thinking, fuck. Luckily the copilot was conscious through the ordeal. We were headed into Ontario International, thank god it was a cargo flight and we were empty of cargo. We had inexplicable lost power to the number two engine of the DC-10, turning us to the right towards the 210 freeway. I could either attempt to land on the 210, or trim out the plane and head for Chino, but I wasn't gonna make Ontario. I retracted the gear, and firewalled engine number three, then as I was applying left rudder and aileron, began throttling up engine number one incrementally. all in a smooth motion while the copilot, Eddie Simons, handled the ATC, who were probably flipping the fuck out. I had since taken off my headphones so I could hear what the plane was doing. A good pilot can listen to what his or her plane …
Oops, Its My Niece… Not My Sister-In-Law
Oops, It’s My Niece… Not My Sister-In-Law “ALRIGHT,” I said out loud as I drove up in front of Kate’s house and saw her clunker parked in the driveway, “Looks like I’ll get to knock off some pussy before I take a shower.” Just a little background, here, before I continue… Kate was my brother-in-law’s common law wife. After twenty four years together, she finally ran his sorry ass off to Alabama, where he immediately hooked up with druggies and is now in prison. My wife contracted breast cancer at the age of twenty three, and died in less than a year after being diagnosed. Her shithead brother never came to her funeral, but Kate came to help… and she was awesome. She managed to make room for all the ‘out of town’ relatives, organized the family dinner and helped me with the funeral arrangements. When she offered to stay over and help me get things back in sync, I accepted quicker than a dog can lick his nuts. What I didn’t expect, was Kate crawling into my bed while the dirt was still settling on Carly’s casket. She knew I had gone without for several months, but she quickly remedied that situation… four times that night and twice the next day. That was thirteen years ago and we’ve hooked up hundreds of times since then. Since J.R. left five months ago, we’ve (pretty much) been together at my place or hers every time I’m at home. I work as a safety rep for two oil companies; one week on, one week off. I had just driven 300 miles that day, saw her old car in the drive, and was …
Late Night Encounter
I am in my apartment lying on my bed, my curvy body wrapped in just a white sheet. I feel a finger slide down my back; I turn over and see you standing over me, smiling. You love it when I sleep naked. I can see your spiky jet black hair looking perfect as it always does. I smile as your hand rubs on my breasts, tickling them and making my nipples hard. I grab your shirt and pull you down to me for a kiss as your hands continue to touch all over my body. You lean back up, taking the sheet with you, and taking off all of your clothes except for your boxers. You grab a small bottle of Vanilla lotion and start to massage my legs. You start slowly rubbing in short strokes up my right leg. You stop just before you reach my pussy, making me moan. You go even slower up my left leg, but this time touching my lips. I open my legs and beg for more. Just to tease me, you take your hand away from my lower lips and come up to my face and kiss my lips again, while playing with and pinching my nipples. As I reach down and slowly rub your cock through your boxers; it grows harder at my touch. I tell you to lay down next to me on the bed. As you do, I move to climb on top of you. I start to kiss all over your body down to the top of your boxers. You start to moan and try to push your boxers off. I continue to tease you by kissing your cock through your boxers, and then I slowly pull them off, you lift your hips to help. …
Francine Pt 1
Recently,I became friends with my big tit co-worker Francine. She invited me back to her place, a cozy, little studio with all the comforts one needs to relax and enjoy a little self-love. Francine was about twenty-eight with a firm body that stood about five feet six inches tall; just a few inches taller than me. Her legs were long and slender and her feet and ankles were just as lovely as the rest of her. When we arrived at her place, there was her pretty lace underwear lying on the floor. Looks like she had dropped them clean from a folded laundry pile she had rested on her sofa. They were just as beautifully silken as her skin. From where I was sitting on the sofa, i could see shadows of her breasts on the bathroom wall. I had wondered if Francine had deliberately left her bathroom door ajar, so I could see her, somehow. Her shadows were just as lovely as she was and my mind and heart were racing. I wasn't sure if Francine knew I was a lesbian. I often spoke of my girlfriends to her and their sexual mishaps with lovers, but she may not have picked up that I was a lesbian, as most girls often talked about their girlfriends and are not lesbians. It was almost sunset, as I could see the sun coming through the window of this cozy place; I felt a comfortable warmness flowing through my veins. Just as I was about to get myself some libations, Francine, came out of the bathroom totally naked; she stood there like a goddess with her perfect dimensions. I looked at her with sheer …