2. My cock is so hard as I write this. Occasionally, one hand strokes while the other types. Most guys love a good blowjob. Most guys are afraid to try a finger in the ass, but love it after they do. Most guys want a woman to be a total wanton slut or act like the nastiest whore of their wildest dreams. Most women aren’t loose enough to be that “hot” or that incredible of an experience. I picture myself as everything I wish I could find in a slutty bitch. You know, a total nympho who really will do anything and then ask for seconds. Before I tell you about what happened that particular time in the arcade I should tell you more about me. I am in good shape and live as a “normal” man. I might be a little “athletic” for a really beautiful and slender woman, but I make up for any issues with looks by using a kinky attitude. Since I don’t really think you care about my male looks I’ll describe myself as the whore who is Rebecca. I am just under six feet with heels. I have a perfectly curved ass that is very firm- a bi-product of bicycle riding and an active lifestyle. I am not super slim, but far from fat. I have naturally beautiful blue eyes. I have chosen to enjoy myself in red hair. I have been a blonde and a brunette, jet black, and a rather “frumpy” brown, but I have found that redheaded cross dressing whores, like me, are hotter looking. Most blondes are all for show and become as ditzy as real blondes. Most brunettes are either really hot or kinda chunky. The only …
Sex Without my Husband
Sex Without My Husband Hello, my name is Nicki, married with three c***dren. My husband always tells me I'm a knockout. I have some of the not-so-great leftovers from having my babies but I try to keep in fairly good shape. I have shoulder-length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a great pair of boobs and smile. My husband is always telling me I am a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be proud to call his wife. It is funny the effect one person can have on another. Take my story for instance. I have been married to my husband for about a year or so, and during our time together, my husband has been having this fantasy of watching me having sex with another man. Over the time we were dating and during our marriage I did, however, tell him some stories of me with other men while we had sex. I thought he was jealous of the guy I was still fucking while he was still on active duty and away. He said he was not but wished he was that guy with me and knew that I wanted Chuck with me rather than the man I used for sexual needs. I could not believe how much it would turn him on. The more I complimented these men on their size and what they did with me, the more interested he became. It was not his interest in the size of other men but the effects they had on me at the time and his comments gradually began to influence my thinking and curiosity. One evening while we were making love Chuck started sharing one of his erotic sex stories. He mentioned a friend of his from …
BRAYSON – THE WINDOW CLEANER FUCKBUDDY
This is one of those stories I am sure your going to go oh great a long and tedious event however this is a relationship of two men that spans OMG yes it spans a period of 20 years believe it or not. For myself it has a lot to do with feelings not necessarily sexual but emotional however for Bray it was always about the sex. A little background here I had just relocated back home from Australia after a very strange and somewhat damaging relationship in which I felt threatened so returning to Canada seemed to be the perfect choice for me. About myself :- I had been working in the hotel industry for many years to which I had managed to score a wonderful opportunity of becoming a trained butler. Upon my return I felt the best way to seek employment was to join the hospitality industry. I stand 6 feet tall although not muscular certainly not bad to look at, had a full head of hair tinged prematurely gray, I to be honest never felt I was attractive compliments of my Turkish ex, but have been told by others I am handsome. Have a full chest of hair, and a great thick uncut cock standing at erection over 7.5 inches long. So here I am settled in Calgary working for a very upmarket chain earning exceptional money, certainly not looking for a relationship trust me it was totally the last thing on my mind. Where as I had mostly been a top with my last relationship I had bottomed mostly I was not planning on returning to that avenue very soon. Because of my job and the fact they where …
Skull-fucking my Coworker
Let me just say that I am a married man. I have a lovely wife with one caveat – shortly after we were married I found out she was gang-banged by a few of her guy friends back in high-school. Let me assure as well that this didn't change the way I felt about her, only my commitment to staying monogamous. In other words, I get my fuck on when my wife ain't looking. I'll be brief, because this is a true story, and such stories are always brief. There was this slutty, Jewish girl at my work. I know she had kids because I saw the pictures of them but I also knew she was either divorced or single because she had no ring. That being said she was a total bitch to me. Every time I would ask the old guy at work if he needed help moving boxes of files she would make a comment about ageism. Well one day enough was enough. Let me just describe Anna first because she ain't that bad at all. She has bombshell, brunette hair, giant tits, and a wide big caboose. I don't know how old she is. She's probably 35. I'm 25 by the way, in case you were wondering. Well one day I am commenting on our representative at the bank and I say, "Remember the woman at the bank?" and Anna, like a mega-bitch, leans in and makes a weird coughing sound, ahem, and says, excuse me? I give her a look of death because I'm confused. Then I realize that this bitch is mad cause i referred to our rep as "the woman," instead of the "person," as if I give two fucks. Well I knew Anna was staying after work so I had a plan to …
My best sexstories
Whether I’m writing about joining the mile high club, attending a “kissing party”, or the joy that comes with not caring about pubic hair, I often address my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such as staying faithful, and which awkward scenarios couples should expect to face in the sack. For this roundup of sensual stories, however, I cast a wide net. What I discovered is that everyone seems to have a saucy tale worth sharing. Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the lot, which are sure to leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for clarity.) 1. Jerking around in-flight (male, 30) My college girlfriend had an insatiable appetite for sex. So an hour before heading to the airport to catch a flight to Italy in 2002 (the trip was our graduation gift to ourselves), we had sex. By the time we were boarding, she was already ready for more. Naturally, we checked out the plane’s bathroom, but we agreed that it looked too cramped for a mid-air romp. Undeterred, my gal summoned a flight attendant shortly after takeoff and requested two blankets. Then she draped the navy blue polyester throws over my lap, slipped her hand beneath the makeshift barrier, withdrew my dick, and massaged me to erection. Bear in mind that we were in a three- seat row. She was by the window, I was in the center, and a middle-aged European dude neither of us knew was sitting near the aisle. While jerking me off as slowly as …
Fuck buddy seduces son
My son Ethan turned 18 about six months ago. He's kind of a nerd, and socially awkward, but a handsome kid and very smart. He grew up with me, a single dad, for most of his life. Recently I had begun to worry he would never get a girlfriend – other than one girl he "dated" for about 2 weeks in high school, he's never really had any experience with girls. For a while when he was younger I thought maybe he was gay (which would be fine with me) because he didn't seem to show much interest in girls. I was careful not to have women cycling in and out of his life when he was a kid. Despite my voracious appetite for sex, I always met my fuck buddies at their place, or we would get a hotel room, etc. Over the years I had a few real relationships with women that he eventually met and got to know. When Ethan was 15 my 25 year old girlfriend moved in. She was cute and perky, high sex drive, and not bashful at all. Sometimes she would run around the house in skimpy outfits and sometimes I thought he was checking her out, but really couldn't tell for sure. During the course of our relationship she had of course sent me some dirty selfies, and I took some pictures of her myself. After we had broken up and she moved out, one time my son borrowed my iPad without asking. When I got home and turned it on, a picture of her spread wide with a finger in herself was up on the screen. Clearly he'd been taking a gander at them. Between that and porn links I found in our home computer history, I …
You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 9
Thanks to all those readers who have asked for more chapters in this series. I never thought of writing a series but because you have continuously asked for more from this story, I have done my best to comply. We all live multi-faceted lives (I don't have time to write but once or twice every other week) but I will try to write new chapters and follow-ups to my other stories too. Thanks again to all those readers who have emailed with kudos, I live and write for them. For those who write saying they don't like something, thanks too but only when it is constructive criticism. I'm learning to be a better writer. That being said, lets move on to Jenny and her pretty mouth. * Funny but I don't know etiquette for boning your step mom. She seemed pissed when I didn't kiss her afterward. Apparently because I wasn't going to cuddle with her either she retreated to her room in a huff. I did likewise without the huff and went downstairs to relax and check my emails. I had to laugh as I watched her saunter off bare assed and furious. She has a lovely ass especially when it is stuck up in the air. Once downstairs, I heard the phone ring and overheard my step mom telling my dad she'd love to go with him to some formal dinner. She told him, she'd write a note for Jenny and I telling us we were on our own for dinner tonight. I figured dad had some new clients he wanted to impress so he wanted Maureen on his arm. The thought of Jenny and I alone was a turn-on even in my satisfied sexual …
The Evil Cheerleaders on Halloween Night
I heard it was true, the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. I worked at my small town's convention center for 10 months and I'd heard all sorts of stories about the Evil Cheerleaders. But I'd always assumed they were more of a myth. The type guys at comic conventions and stuff make up because who doesn't like a silly, sexy myth. The simplified version was this: There was a not-so-secret organization called the Evil Cheerleaders who went from convention to convention, causing all sorts of trouble, mostly fucking men, breaking up marriages and relationships, partially to prove how lame and easy to stray men were, and partially because they just liked causing trouble. One night a year, you guessed it, Halloween, they infiltrate conventions with the intention of increasing their ranks, seducing one innocent girl and turning her into the newest insatiable Evil Cheerleader. You can see why I was somewhat hesitant to believe this. I mean, who could believe such a thing? Which is why I was more than a little surprised when my s****r Faye, who worked with me at the Convention Center and was as staunch a feminist as they come, was outraged upon hearing that the Evil Cheerleaders were coming. "Wait… they're real? they're really a thing?" I asked, shocked. "Oh they're real" she said, "and they project an image that women are only interested in one thing, being slutty and submissive to men. If they're really coming, I don't know that I can keep supporting this place." "If they're willing to …
Ass up White Boys, get turned-out by BBC
. This is NOT really a story, it is a Blog/Rant!!! Read the Tags, before you decide you want to continue reading… TAGS: Interracial, Black Men, White "boys," BlackOnWhite SEX, Big Black Cocks, White Ass, Real Talk, Underground Reality, True Stories, Interracial Sex, Racial Themes and Roles, Social Themes and Roles, BlacksOnBoys, Black Fucks White, White Sucks Black, Interracial Domination, Black Masculinity, White Femininity, Blacks "boy breaking" Whites, Blacks "boy breeding" Whites, Blacks Making Whites Sissies, Straight Blacks Turning "straight" Whites into GAY sluts for BBC, Feminization as the REALIZATION of what it means to be White, Accepting Appropriate Racial/Gender Roles in Appropriate Race/Sex Relations. Don't like where this Blog/ Rant is going??? LEAVE NOW!!! STOP READING!!! Do NOT continue, do NOT collect $200 dollars, JUST GO!!! You will NOT like what you find in here!!! If these topics make you angry, hateful, upset, or otherwise displeased save us all your opinions, and go read something else!!! I am not interested in reading your violent threats, or in responding to such ignorance. Proceed ONLY if you want to hear about Me, and other Black men, putting "straight" white boys into female roles, and fucking them like bitches. That is what I do, and is what I am about!!! Both here, and in my private life. If you continue, you are going to read about how "straight" upstanding suburban white boys, find themselves naked, exposed, fondled, feminized, and fucked …
You Aint Gonna Believe What I Found on the Intrnet
"You ain't gonna believe what I just found on the internet.” It was the first words my brother, Bill, spoke when I answered the phone. “Do you have your laptop handy?” “Sure, hold on a second… okay, I got it, what’s up?” “Go to XNXX.COM, it’s a helluva good porn site.” “Bill, I don’t need to watch porn to get my dick hard. I’m not old and decrepit, like you.” “Don’t give me any shit, Don, just go to XNXX like I told you.” I pulled up the site and saw all kinds of options for fucking and sucking videos, pictures that expose everything a person could want to see (or NOT want to see), sex stories and more. I had watched a few things that friends had sent me, before, but I had never surfed, looking for stuff like that. “Okay, I’m on XNXX, now what?” “Go to the search bar and type in ‘barely legal’.” I did as Bill asked and a completely different set of video options popped up, “Alright, now what?” “The third video says ‘Fresh and Young’, click on it. When it comes up, click ‘play’ and go to full screen.” “You’re a sick bastard, Bill, but we’ve known that all our lives.” The video started and I maximized it. All I could see was a clean shaven, beautiful, young pussy being stroked by the girl’s own fingers. It was a home video, alright, but there was someone else operating the camera. Then I heard a familiar voice… “Hi there, my name is Nickole. I just turned eighteen and decided to share my pretty pussy with the world. I’ve only been fucked four times, but I love it. Please leave …
Making The Sale
Well this one is kind of a long one so guys grab you a beer and a bowl of popcorn or ladies, grab you a glass and a bottle of wine and some cheese and I hope you all enjoy! Let me start by reminding everyone that all my stories are true life experiences of my swinging lifestyle and my open marriage! Some of the names have been changed but all the experiences and encounters really happened and conversations are word for word. A note about cock size. Personally my pleasurable comfort size for a guy inside of me is six to eight inches and I do prefer them thick. My husband is nine inches and I don't usually take all of him! I have had bigger though, once in college with an African American guy that was twelve inches… I couldn't come anywhere near taking all of him and I did let him try a couple of times that night. My husband has a good friend that has eleven inches. He has fucked me well over thirty times and I still have not been able to take all of him. The only way I cum with him is if I hold my vibrator on my clit while he fucks me. I have explained it to him and he is Okay with it… he just enjoys fucking me! To be very honest… I have had more orgasms with guys that have a six inch cocks than I have had with my friend with the eleven inch cock that has fucked me over thirty times. Remember… it's not the size that counts, it's how you use it! Some of you may already know I am a commercial real estate sales representative for a national company. I deal mostly in …
Natasha
Natasha turned another page of the story, and licked his parched lips with excitement once again delved into reading. Natasha loved to read romance novels and short stories, but over time it has gradually shifted from stories about love stories with a frank strawberry. She had not bought a book in the stores, it is to download them from the Internet, printed out and read avidly, while incredibly excited. She liked to feel like the nipples of her full breasts swelling and hardening, rubbing against the fabric of his robe, and pussy at the same time so wet that the lubricant emerging from the swollen genital lips dripping down to the anal hole. At thirty-four years, Natasha never worked, and her whole job was raising c***dren and maintaining home comfort. At the same time it has maintained a good shape, despite the fact that she gave birth to and raised two sons. If before the birth she was too thin brittle, after the birth of her second son, she was suffused femininity, her chest grew, there was a light belly and hips are wider, and the ass at all was her pride, curvy and toned. Natasha lying on the couch and reading a story once massaged often dipped his finger in the pussy asshole. Feeling finger in the hole penetrating the anus even more exciting, and Natasha vtalkivaya finger his ass roughly finished, presenting itself in place once the heroine of the story. Masturbation Natasha brings relief, though short-term, especially since my husband though Natasha fucked in the …
Jakes Magic Remote XI – Misdirection
I'm so thrilled with the responses here! If anyone is on Reddit, I've also been posting in /r/timestop and /r/sexystories. This is a long chapter, but I think it's worth it! ————- Jake and Sarah were reading in the living room when the doorbell rang. Petra answered, knowing it would be Katie arriving, and welcomed her in. “Did you eat, Kat? We already did, but there’s some snacks if you want. Oh, you remember my parents.” Katie came around the corner with Petra and smiled. She was wearing a white tee and a tight pair of jeans, and Jake could swear that she’d grown a cup size since he’d seen her last, although that might just be the work of a really impressive feat of bramanship. Her hazel eyes, strikingly incongruous with her dark skin and hair, locked on Jake as she spoke. “Of course I do. Hi, Mrs. Stevens. Hi Mr. Stevens. Thank you for having me.” Petra’s eyes widened a little as she tried not to laugh at Katie’s accidental double-entendre. Then again, the way the girl was eye-fucking Jake, he wasn’t so sure it was accidental. He smiled as Sarah greeted her, then replied. “Hey, good to see you again. What have you two got planned?” Katie shrugged. “A little studying, maybe a board game… you know, whatever comes up. Girl stuff.” “Well, you two have fun then,” Jake replied. “Oh, we will. Thanks again.” As they left, Katie whispered something to Petra that sent them both into a giggling fit. Sarah watched them and frowned. “I’m starting to regret this,” she said …
Carols Friend
After returning to Dallas from our weekend together, Carol called her friend Jenny telling her the rumors and stories about me were true. She described her sexual awakening with me and that I was hung like a bull. I was masterful in foreplay and lovemaking. Carol introduced Jenny to me, before I left her the night before I said to meet me for lunch the next day. Jenny wanted to pull out all the stops. Jenny is determined to let me know that she wanted to fuck me more than anything in the world. Jenny is prepared to do all the things I want her to do if I ask. Jenny is 24, in heels she is 5' 11" tall, her body is slender with 34B breasts and she has shoulder length blonde hair. She dressed sexy as she meticulously put on her thong, looking approvingly at her ass as the tiny string disappeared between each cheek, then a pair of tan thigh high stockings. The second she stepped into her white pumps she instantly feels her body temperature go to 1000 degrees, and feels her nipples point right out and begin to ache. There is something about wearing thigh high stockings and high heels that set the mood for fucking, and at this point all she can think about is the distinguished man, Carol introduced her to last night and turning me on like crazy. After stepping into her pumps she looks at her body in the mirror and smiled to herself slyly. " Today it's going to be my hands and mouth all over that huge cock of yours John Malone. Then my pussy would be wrapped around that giant mass …
Collisions
Collisions: *Author Note* I'm going to try playing around with points of view in this story so I can really meld the two halves of this little trilogy in one conclusory story. I'll be switching rapidly at some parts, so pay attention! 🙂 *End note* Gary's POV: Silence rings in my ears following my big question of what will happen with Tabitha, Amanda, and me. Tabitha sits still, deep in thought. Amanda just sits staring into space. I watch them both intently, waiting for someone to break the seemingly endless silence. "What do you want to happen, Gary?" Tabitha asks me. I can't read her expression at all. "I just want this to end happily for all of us." "That's so unhelpful babe, I really hope you realize that. Amanda?" Amanda finally comes back to reality and replies, "Yes?" "What do you want to happen? You finally got him, now what?" "Well… You two are obviously in love, and I know that Gary doesn't love me but… I don't know. You two have already done so much for someone who's done so little in return. I'll agree with whatever you two decide." Tabitha and I look at each other with raised eyebrows. Yesterday Amanda was a total nutbag. Now she was being apologetic and surprisingly direct about her situation. Was my cock magic or something? "I vote this becomes a page in the history books and we all move on," Tabitha says, "any objections?" "Not really. Amanda?" Amanda sits silently for a moment. She can't object, it's be a direct violation of what she'd just said. "I …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
The Life that is Dreamt of: Chapter 1
I have never been the type of person to express myself very much in the verbal way. Since elementary school I always knew in my head that I would do as best as I could academically and live the life I had always wanted to live since I was little, a big house, pretty wife, cool kids, and a wealthy, successful lifestyle. So I put my head down, achieved the grades I wanted to, participated in many championship sports teams, and enjoyed my life as the “popular” teenager so many kids long to be. So now, as I sit on my front porch in the Florida Keys, let me tell you the story of how I Giovanni Belettzo accomplished everything in my life I had dreamed of for so long, and everything in between. So I guess in my introduction I left out the fact that I’m a sex addict. Not in the way that you’re thinking however. I’m not one of those crazy fucks who are attracted to anything with a pulse. I am a very selective individual when it comes to what I will and will not shove my cock into repeatedly for a set amount of time until I shoot my load onto it. I guess to put it in a nutshell, I just enjoy having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body a little bit more than not having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body. To be completely honest, this literally all started in fifth grade, I can’t believe that was almost eight years ago. I received one of these weird snowboarding brand magazines for Christmas, and in the very back there …
Beef with Broccoli
"Mmm, yeah. Got something for you I know you want, baby. Come on over here and wrap those dick sucking lips around it." There's a creep who sometimes hangs out on his stoop when I'm on my way home from work. He says pretty much the same thing to me every time he's out there. "Whoo! You got dat ass, girl. Shake it for me. You know you want to slide up and down my big cock." Ok, so there are two creeps who hoot things out at me when I'm coming home from work. I don't know why, they probably do it to every woman under seventy who walks by. I dress like an elementary school teacher. No, for real, I wear a lot of cardigans with pockets big enough to hold extra Kleenex and I usually have some tempura paint in my hair, somewhere. "Smile for me, honey. Smile? You look so much prettier if you smile. Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you! Smile for me. Smile! Hey! Smile, you fucking stuck up bitch!" On bad days, there are more than two creeps. When the weather first starts to get warm, just when I really want to wear a cute spring dress? That's when they're as thick as slugs after a heavy rain. I got these awesome noise-cancelling earbuds for myself for Christmas. Sometimes I just pretend all the creeps are in an urban musical and they're singing the words in my songs. When I've had a really bad day, I always make sure I cue up "Bohemian Rhapsody" on repeat as I come up out of the train station and pass the bodega with the great egg salad. Creepo Numero Uno usually notices me right around …
Generic Bully Story 2
Generic Bully Story 2 Ready for more satire and sexual humiliation? Then let's continue where we left off in our previous chapter. Timmy's mother, who I suppose we should name, had just finished swallowing the chunky mess that was Butch's hot semen. Their drive home gave plenty of time for him to brag about how badly he treated her son, even admitting to jerking with her panties, and pissing on Timmy's face the night before. To help identify her a little better, we'll go ahead and call Timmy's mother Sophia, and hearing Butch badmouth her son and husband only left her panties messier then when Butch jizzed in them. Finally returning home she openly kissed her husband the second she saw him, letting him smell Butch's spunk on her breath. Like most idiot husbands in these stories he noticed something was odd, but went about his day without further questioning it. "Did you punish Timmy?" She asked within earshot of Butch. "I did." He replied as Butch slipped off to visit him. To save time let's go ahead and imagine Sophia gave her husband some asinine reason to leave the house, something that would take at least an hour. With that out of the way, she stepped back to Timmy's room to see how Butch and he were getting along, no doubt bonding over their similar interests in ponies and Facebook. Therefore it was surprising when she found Butch with her son in a headlock so tight his face had started turning purple. Kicking, flailing and soon going to wet himself, Tim's eyes lit up …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 52: Barbie vs. Barbie
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-51”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I love computer animated movies. I especially like the innocence of the Barbie film series. Actually, that series served as my inspiration when picking my pen name. Back before I became a published author, my main character was always called Catalina Lez (in honor of the ever-beautiful porn star Catalina Cruz). But because of the Barbie movies, I changed it to Barbie Lez when I started publishing. That was how it all began. Nonetheless it took two years before I had my first fantasy about the Barbie from the movies. Maybe it is because the graphics for the movies have now gotten good enough that Barbie is actually hot instead of just cute. Or maybe it …
Cultivating Bettys Garden
Sunday morning brought a clear sunny and warm day and we were all expected at Grandma’s house for Sunday dinner to welcome Cousin Betty. Little did anyone know that Betty had already received my welcome package. My sister Jean knew of my night on the town with Betty but I could trust her not to say anything. After all I was fucking her too! After church we all drove out to Grandma’s house and she met us at the door and was pleased to see us all. She always took care of us and made us feel at home in her house. Cousin Betty had been visiting her and they got along great and it was a good experience for them both. Betty had helped Grandma prepare a wonderful Sunday dinner and we sat and enjoyed it and told stories about each other and things we had done. It was a fantastic day in my life and I sure enjoyed it. After dinner Betty and I had gone outside and sat on the back porch swing and were talking about the wild time we had the other night. She told me that she hadn't had that many orgasms in one night in her entire life. She leaned over and kissed me and thanked me for each one of them. I could feel my dick start to stiffen as I remembered how sweet her pussy tasted and how hard she had fucked me. I told her that she didn't have to thank me because I had probably had more fun than she did. Then I suggested that we could take a walk out behind the garage to check Grandma’s garden. Betty got a real big smile on her face and told me she would like that a lot. I took her by the …
The Island, Chapter 20
Chapter 20 After reuniting with the group at the lake, we all trooped back to camp, tired and happy. Janie’s fun with Christopher had left her horny and unfulfilled, so I spent my last remaining energy fucking her before bed, entertaining her with stories of my latest sexual encounters with Alyssa and Alison. I suggested she might need to have a talk with Madison; the girl was a little precocious for her own good. She surprised me by admitting nothing had come of the hunting trip with the field hockey team. They had neither caught a pig nor had any sort of “celebration” of the kind Janie had been looking for. “Are you sure they like women?” she asked plaintively, bouncing on my dick with gusto. “No question,” I assured her. “They must have not been in the mood after an unsuccessful hunt. Try again tomorrow and things may be different.” We climaxed together in delicious union, then fell asleep happily in each other’s arms. The following morning dawned cloudy and windy. It looked like rain was on its way. After breakfast and a morning swim, I directed some of the early risers to help secure and cover our supplies so that it wouldn’t get wet. The shower turned out to be fairly minimal, and it was almost enjoyable. The kids, and a few of the adults, capered around in the downpour while it lasted. Soon, however, the squall passed and the sun shone down stronger than ever. Janie and the hunters again set off to try their luck at getting another pig. I hoped for her sake she also …
Well-Planned Bus Ride
Well guys, I finally found my jump drive with all my old stories in it! Expect to hear from me more often, as I am so sorry to keep you guys waiting. A post of one of my old favorites to start things off. Need to get it over to this profile, as I deem it "finished". I will be working on my other series very soon. Jack was not a violent kid. Hell, he was probably one of the nicest guys in his entire city. Which was exactly why that bitch had some nerve… Amber broke his heart, plain and simple. He had invested time, money, emotions, everything into that girl for years, and she decided to just hop on the next dick she saw? It was completely fucked up. What made it worse, she seemed genuinely hurt that Jack didn't want to be friends with her after the fact. "I'm sorry it ended this way too, but we can still be friends if you want. That's better than nothing, right?" WRONG…. Jack sat at his friend's party, not really partaking in the festivities. He was merely sipping on his drink, doing a good enough job pretending to be merry. There were 6 guys and a girl all sitting around the dinning room table sharing the hookah pipe, chatting back and fourth. They all were laughing at Matt's latest politically incorrect joke while sharing the week's events. Hannah, the sole girl, actually came up with the idea of revenge. It was such a small idea at first, but throughout the night, it would be honed into a great plan, worse than any of them could imagine. "Come on Jack, have a bit of …
nOT A DISGUtiNg ThiNG
I am now concerned about what kind of life I have led.( That is not really a true statement, I know I'm just a swinging dick man whore." I only say this because the rules above cover more than half of my best stories. Well, all I can say is "Shit, piss, motherfucking goat, squeal like a ****d pig, and bless the girl scouts. I was taught about sex by my xxxxxxxxxxx. It started when I stayed over and was taking a bath. Picture me naked other person not but soaping me up really good. Okay now we all know that I know that thing is for more than xxxxxxx out of. So, I was educated early on the subject of human pleasure. [SIDEBAR] The thing about this xxxxxx is I dont feel bad about it I always figured I had the sex one up or equal to others. I was able to get my first pussy at thirteen and my mate loved to fuck so we fucked the shit out of each other. She told some of her friends and soon after I had just about fucked, sucked or been sucked by all the local sluts that I loved so much. My favorite was a girl who had the puffy sexy lips way before they shot them up, she could suck the crome off a bumper no shit. If you ever had a suck that you can feel the sperm dribbling out in a even flow thats a Ten blow job. She had the most beautiful nipples almost an inch long and I would nurse on her for hours. I was in love with this girl, but some how it got all fucked up. To get u on board this is during the late sixties and we were living in changing times and alot of unknowns. To speak …