“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” my man Evan asked me. It was a fantastic location. A veritable desert strand of a beach, a beautiful headland, and nearby a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI), or Safleoedd o Ddiddordeb Gwyddonol Arbennig (SoDdGA) as they say here in Wales! The tide was out, but the salty smell of the ocean was still in the summer air, and the song of the gulls echoed all around. Rather incongruously, there were a couple of concrete pillboxes along the beach. Obviously relics of WW2 rather than the Cold War, they had seen better days. Indeed, the shifting sands had meant both concrete structures were well out of true level. We made our way towards the larger pillbox, and a small gang of teenagers rushed away as we approached. Perhaps the sight of two leather-clad bikers walking hand in hand gave them the willies? No matter, I always think an absent teenager is an ideal teenager. We ducked as we made our way into the pillbox. Guys must have been shorter in those days, I told myself. The octagonal interior of the little concrete building was a little disconcerting at first. Piles of sand had encroached quite a lot, but there was just about sufficient height for us to be able to stand. The place smelt a bit of piss, of course. These places always do! There were beer cans – local bitter, strangely – and empty Sterling fag packets. Someone must have bought a job lot! “Well?” he asked again, somewhat impatiently, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” …
Dark Angel Part 11
Devon had moved Alpha 7 and, as a result, they were not very far from Rhylos now. Hide in plain sight—he’d said—though not really. They were in a dead solar system, orbiting a large gaseous planet that glowed deep red. It had hundreds of moons and a thick ring circling its middle for miles. Ashriel stared longingly at Alpha 7 as the replacement starcruiser Devon had acquired for Natanael shot forward. Only a half hour had gone by and already he missed Anniel. It would take just a few hours to reach Rhylos this time around. How would he convince his nephew to return? Gareth, or Cyneolle as he was now called, had been adamant in remaining to protect those he now felt were his people. He looked up to find Natanael and Eriel’s wary eyes on him. “When we return to Alpha 7, you will tell me what the big secret is,” he snapped, growing tired of their suspicious behavior. Both reapers winced. Natanael opened his mouth, but Ashriel didn’t allow him to say a thing. “You will tell me or I will beat it out of you,” he grated. Eriel snickered. “Kinky.” “You,” Ashriel growled, stabbing a finger in Eriel’s direction, “I will place a chastity belt on.” Eriel’s eyes widened with a little gasp. He looked askance at Natanael. The other reaper snorted. “Oh, he so fuckin’ will, Erie.” *** Anniel plopped herself down on Seth’s couch with a sullen sigh. She looked around and frowned. Seth’s quarters were bare, only a few holovid orbs sitting upon the end tables at the ends of the L-shaped couch. …
A Trip On My Own Pt. 2
Hey Everyone, Well, Part 2. I was on the wall for hours or so it seemed. It was making me sore to be there with my legs spread and I was having to pee but thought I may not be allowed. Finally the woman that had put me there came back and slapped my tits hard making me cry out. "God, ready little bitch?" she said with a growl in her voice. "Yes Mistress, I am ready." I told her. "Well, we will see, but now you have no choice." She said and put a blindfold on my face so that I could not se anything at all, it was total darkness. I heard people moving around and talking and making comment on the slave that was before them. "You think she is ready?" one woman said. "She will be in a second as soon as I pop this in her ass." the other said. I thought they were going to put an anal plug in me but they took me of the wall and bent me over a kind of table or something. "The cameras going?" the woman said. "Yeah, 4 should do it and catch al the fun." another said. Oh hell, so I am on camera I thought. "Okay slave, this is for the cameras, are you willingly joining in on our fun and do you agree to be a slave for anything we want you to do for the rest of the night?" she said. "Yes Mistress, anything." I said almost whispering. "What I did not hear you." she shouted and I almost shouted back, "Yes Mistress, anything." "That is much better." she said and began slapping my ass with her hand. It stung but I was getting wetter as the hand also went over to my pussy lips making me sting …
supersexyhornygirl in Stockholm 1948
Dad is a businessman, we live in a big house, outside the city of Stockholm. 1948 was just fresh the summer season, only 3 years after the world war 2 has ended up, still a bit confusing times, Dad used to speak a lot about politics and chances for the future of our f****y. My dad company is known for make telephones, a large Swedish company, based in Stockholm, and it was chances for business, Dad travels a lot and is out of home, almost all the time. Summer is the best time in Stockholm, because the weather is warm and we can have a time outdoors, for walking and everyone is happy. In the summer i go to the club doe swimming and volleyball classes with my classmates and have a chance to meet them and update myself with the latest of teh things. I have only a few friends, Laura, Claire and Marcus, we always meet in the club, but sometimes i invite them to come home, they can even sl**p in my home, our house is big, have about 10 bedrooms, Dad is a bsuinessman of telephones, sell for all Europe and soon maybe, to the rest of the world. With the end of the world war 2, still is crazy how people can´t let alone about politics….at the school, we still discuss about the invasion on Normandie, in the north of France, and the fall of the Nazis. Marcus is the only guy-friend i could be confident for personal matters, i´ve always suspected he likes me, but never had courage to try anything with me. Marcus is my classmate, just like Laura and Claire, but is good to have a guy, …
My Cousin, Beth
My name is West, and I am now 20 years old, though this story takes place when I was younger. I am 5’11’’ and reasonably well built because of years of both tennis and football. I have really dark brown hair and blue eyes. My athletic talent made me popular, and my resulting body allowed me to get almost any girl… except the one I wanted most: my Younger cousin Bethannie, or Beth as we call her, who is perfect. She is beautiful; she stands at 5’5’’ with brown hair and hazel eyes which usually look green. She has very fair skin, pouty full lips, and the most beautiful smile. Her breasts are amazing, a very full c cup at least, and her ass is to die for. She has spent years building it up with dance, which also pleasantly resulted in greater flexibility. But more than her physical aspects, she is intelligent and slightly shy. She is rebellious and amazingly sweet. I’ve never known anyone like her, her behavior always surprises me. My feelings started developing years ago, though I couldn’t tell you exactly when. It was more like a series of incidents that lead to me grasping the true nature of my feelings. The first time I realized Beth was more than just my cousin, but an attractive girl I was 13 and she was 10. We were playing innocently enough with two of her friends (Hannah and Lisa, who were her age) plus my two b*****rs (Christian 14 and Carl 9). We played tag and then hide and seek. Eventually we started playing a role playing game in which the boys were the villains …
My Affair with Alison – Part 3
I could not believe I was having an affair with my neighbor. I had watched her beautiful body at the neighborhood pool and I secretly watched her sun bathe in her backyard in a tiny day-glow orange bikini. We chatted every week at the bus stop and our kids played together, but I lusted after her. Now that I knew her curves intimately I wanted more of her. She had an uptight husband and she learned how much she liked dirty talk and taboo play time with someone else. After our hotel encounter I could not stop thinking about how her pussy tasted. She was warm, wet, and had the scent of sweet sex. I wanted to rub my nose in her neatly trimmed pubic hair again with the palms of my hands resting on the insides of her creamy toned thighs. The next time we met at the bus stop we did our usual chit-chat while the kids played. We were being cool and did not want anyone to find out, least of all the kids. But when the bus left, our talk immediately turned to sex. Alison said calmly, “I’ve never had sex three times in one day.” I was a little puzzled, “We only did it twice.” “Yeah but I attacked William when he got home from work. I have never been that horny. I hope he didn’t suspect something.” We shared a laugh, “You had sex with two guys in same day? You are naughty.” “Am I a slut?” “Yes, you are a slut and a MILF and I haven’t stopped lusting after you since we fucked like rabbits in the hotel. Broomhilda is at work all day. Come over and play.” Alison looked around to see if …
Aloof Coworker – Chapter 2
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the tears, they ran and she was starting to get a stuffy nose… she felt something soft on her face and opened her eyes to his tongue licking up her tears. She felt chills run straight to her nipples and clit, the both fully hardened again and she felt her ass clench repeatedly the toy heightening the sense of fullness, stimulation and arousal… Why would his licking tears have affected her that way, maybe it was the beatific smile on his face. She started to struggle to breathe her nose plugging because of the tears, her eyes were getting bigger, and she worked harder and harder to draw her breath in. He said “Slut, I will remove the gag but you will not scream or yell for help. You will behave or it will do things to you that will make you wish that you had never met me. Do you understand, you little fucking bitch?” Things were starting to dim, she was not getting enough air. She nodded her head and knew she meant it. He reached out and undid the gag. She sucked air in and filled her lungs with glorious air. Once more bursting in to tears. A part of her seemed to be standing back and was saying, “Another round of tears? What kind of a little weak bitch are you?” She burned with shame and tried to get her tears under control. She levelled herself out and was able to get her emotions once more under control. SLAP Her entire world narrowed down to the pain in her pussy, she opens her mouth and takes a rapid breath to squeal and …
s****r and I are Close Then Mom (4)
Coming out of the bathroom with just a pair of pants on as I usually do, I walked to the living room to see mom sitting in her chair and Clare on the couch in her usual spot. Mom looked up as I stepped to the end of the couch, then she stood up, "Are you ready son?" giving me a quick view up her short dress, (that stopped half way to her knees when she stands) with out knowing she did so. "Yes mom, I'm as ready as I will ever be." Mom turned toward her bedroom door so I went around the coffee table and followed her. Stepping into mom's bedroom, "Close the door please, son." as she stopped next to her bed. "Sure, mom." closing the door behind me, "What's this about mom." "Sit down here by me." as she sat down on the side of the bed. I sat down next to mom on the bed, then she said, "I really do not know how to start this, but I am wondering about something." "Okay, what are you wondering about?" Mom looked up at the celling then back down at the door, then at me, "How close are you and Clare to each other?" "What, how do you mean?" not sure if mom knows anything about what we have been doing or not. "Well, watching the two of you together today, is making me wonder if you two are just happy to be together again as b*****r and s****r, or is there more to it than meets the eyes. First at the car lot, if I didn't know better, I would think you two are a couple, and the same at the lumber yard, and then watching the two of you work around the house here, the same thing. The only …
Julies mischievous desires – Part 1
Julie’s mischievous desires – Part 1Warning: This story involves i****t…if that offends you, Do Not read this story! This was formerly titled:Julie wants to be naughty – Part 1 ——— Chapter 1 The Mall Food court… Julie certainly was a cute little thing, with her flowing, honey-colored hair and sparkling mischievous blue eyes. The expression on her face was what her mother thought of as “a natural innocent sexuality” she was just born with it, some can learn to do, but for some, they try, but will never achieve it. Julie’s lips were full, moist, and velvet soft, set in a small, ch*ldish pout that gave her an appealing look. And, Linda thought in total honesty, Julie’s body for a n*ne year old was a complement to her sweetly innocent good looks. Her legs were long, finely shaped and muscled, and her flesh delicate with no blemishes. Her body was tanned in a light golden tint. Her stomach was flat and her waist small. Julie was too young to be showing the signs of her tits growing, but if she took after her mother, they will someday be small mounds in the A to B range. Everything she wore emphasized her simple youthful beauty, from the short blue jean skirt and pink top with white dots that she wore, the top was tight, so her always hard nipples could be seen, the rest of her chest was as flat a young boy. Julie’s honey-colored hair, glowed and glistened in the light, which she wore in a pony tail with a large pink bow, which topped her look of youthful innocence, swaying …
We were just going to Hang Out Part 6
I hope you enjoy this chapter but I want to warn you there is homosexuality and transgender elements here if you are offended by this don't read this part. This is a total work of fiction, and all sexual act are done by fictional character over the age of 18. ====================================================================== During dinner both Jeromy and I were quiet in thought or at least I was. I notice him glancing my way throughout diner. I was concern about how I was going to deal with JT when he gets here, how was I going to explain me screwing Jeromy? Jen and the gang rape I could explain but Jeromy? Then what about Jen and the Johnsons? Should I just get the video from her or should I teach them a lesson? Jen, should I break her like she intended for me if so am I to keep her as a pet or let Jeromy try to deal with her on his own? So many questions and I am tired. I help Jeromy with what little dishes there was, “Jeromy I going to take a shower could I use your washing machine to clean these clothes afterwards?” “Why do not you use mom’s err dad’s shower or tub and leave your clothes outside I put them in the wash for you.” I looked at him, is he trying to distance himself from Jen, “Ok, I guess Jen has a robe that I can use.” I went to Jen’s room and found a robe and some towels, I check the monitor to check on Jen, she looks to be asleep still. I went into the master bath and instead of taking a shower I started the Jacuzzi before stripping and putting my days …
My Bully takes a Dump (Scat)
My Bully takes a Dump Warning! This story involves Gay Scat, Piss, and a theme of humiliation. Everyone is 18 or older. Hey Scat lovers! It's been a while since I wrote a story focused on just poop, so I thought I would squeeze a short one out for you. The story also has a theme of humiliation and bullies if the title didn't give it away – I hope you enjoy and please leave plenty of comments! Jamie was a regular highschooler. Average height and weight, slightly skinny, but with freckles and red hair. Because of his hair color he was often teased more then most kids his age, and was soon singled out by bullies. Jamie's biggest secret was his sexuality, he was gay. Trying his best to keep it a secret, he had already had two sexual encounters: once with a close friend, and the other with his Gym Coach. Terrified of losing his job, Jamie knew the coach wouldn't out him, and his friend had no desire to come out yet either. That's when Jamie acquired his own personal bully: Mac. Mac was a big meat head, heavy and bulky, not muscled, just thick. Using his weight he could get nearly anything from his victims, and almost always did. Of course no bully is complete without two lackeys who follow him around; yes men who help him with anything he wants. David and Cory were much smaller then Mac, but still big enough to bully on their own. The first time Jamie encountered Mac he was given a black eye in exchange for any cash he had. Skip to now – where our main story takes place. It's …
Naughty mother, even naughtier daughter story 3
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch A wee while after the incident where I reckon Pam’s daughter stole her mothers cum soaked panties, I must admit that it turned me on no end, handling nickers that were soaked in ‘woman’. In general Pam’s nickers weren’t what you’d call sexy, they tended to he more workman, or should that be workwoman like. White, cotton, big, functional. It was only when we went out together shopping that I’d point out the more sexy ones. Pam complained that thongs just disappeared up your bum crack and lacy ones just caught everything. Her daughter on the other hand, wow, hers were the most briefest of things. She had one that was a thong front and back, almost. Now I ought to point out that living with Pam and her daughter was weird. Pam tried to please us both and poor thing was always caught in the middle, and whilst you all know, sex with Pam was great but it usually had to be when her daughter was out. …
Trading Wives
My wife Ann and I are nearing the age of fifty, and have been married for almost twenty-two years. We met out of college, and have been each others only sole partners in life. The past few years have been rough on us. We really needed a break from all the stress of work and taking care of the family, and now was the perfect opportunity to take a well-deserved vacation. We weren’t getting any younger, and it seemed like over the past few years we had become more distant. The passion we once had in the bedroom for each other now had slipped to an all-time low. I contacted my travel agent, who sent me several brochures on some possible destinations. After doing a little research I decided on small spa resort just off the Gulf Coast. It was a private resort that offered several different amenities. It seemed like the ideal spot for us to unwind and reconnect with one another. Ann was so happy when I told her that she had a tough time controlling her emotions. She gave me a huge hug, and wanted to know when we were leaving. The plan was to spend five days of doing nothing but enjoying the sunshine. I can't tell you how excited we both were when the actual day had finally come. We couldn’t wait to check in and experience all the amenities the resort had to offer. When we finally did check in it was everything we had ever dreamed about, and more. The ocean view was magnificent, along with the fact it was so warm and pleasant. We were treated like royalty as they wined and dined us …
Reflections
Natural light shines in, lending a soft warm hue The walls, a climate of cool, pale blue A reflection, tarnished and flawed Naked and exposed, there is no fraud Bruises are many, scars are more Healed, faded, mending but ever sore A friend of years, a lapse in thought All was lost, for a moment of naught A misguided trust, a lover untrue So many said, but who really knew Meant to protect, only a small lie it seemed But it was said, and dishonest it was deemed Words are a weapon, deadly they can be Painful they are, just stop to think and see The marks do show, a great sadness known Deep and cutting, they’ve sliced to the bone One to the other, a shadow to a light Each must be known, to gain your insight Love, warmth, and comfort, great joys of the heart An art of tender touches, whispered words to impart Open and honest, scars can be seen They are who I am, and they say what I mean
Harsh Times – Chapter Two
Tina went to open the door, wearing nothing but a smug grin on her face, her sweaty skin glistening and pale in the sunlight. When Jamal walked into the living room, he was leering at my wife’s naked body. He took a double take when he saw me lying on the floor with tears in my eyes and an enormous erection tenting the front of my shorts. He stared at me, looking nonplussed, then in a Jamacian accent, said, “Wat de fak are yu doing lying on da floor, man?” My bottom lip quivered and my voice quavered with emotion. “Nothing really. Just fancied a lie down, is all.” Jamal was thirty-five, ten years older than Tina. He was tall with a big build, and wore nothing but shorts and sandals with gold jewellery on his neck and fingers. His arms and shoulders were muscular. Tight sinews crossed his pectorals and abdomen, but his legs were scrawny, frightfully thin. The dark skin of his torso dripped with sweat, trickling down to the waistband of his shorts. He had long dreadlocks tied back in a neat ponytail and a gold tooth. His attention was immediately drawn back to my wife’s petite naked body. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, his bulging eyes drifted over the pale, porcelain skin of her tummy, her firm breasts with pink, puffy nipples, and the bald mound between her legs. Pulling a bag of white powder from his pocket, he held it aloft and said, “Yu join meh for a line o’ coke ‘fore we git down ta business?” “Oh, yeah, I’ll have a line!” I gasped, propping myself up on my elbows. …
Snowy eek-end
6:00 Saturday morning, my Master called me for a weekend in the mountains, I had an hour to prepare for his taste and cancel my plans. At 07:00 happen to look at me with a "surprise"! I quickly shave me sex and underarms, performed my ablutions, smear me the body of my lotion "Angel scent", redid my nails of hands and feet, make up on me and I donned in the Hollywood style of the 40's, pulled my new white corset, silk stockings and my and my long-sleeved sheath dress in crossover neckline rubans. still preparing a small suitcase with warm clothes and necessary to address the requirements of my beloved Master. At 6:55 I finished my preparations breath and gave me a double espresso. At the requested time, I knelt down behind the front door, palms facing the sky. In this posture, I looked forward to the sound of my Master, my mind already was building miles scenarios for this mysterious trip to the mountains. time seemed endless, I spent those moments kneeling to prepare a few words of reverence for Him, if he allowed me to talk to him and look into his eyes. But after twenty long minutes in this position, my muscles already came in pain, and began to subside me. He worried watching me through the camera installed at home, I was trying painfully to maintain correct posture … Well, I heard a key to enter my lock! I looked down, stretch every muscle in my body and opened my mouth up … I saw his beautiful legs pass the porch. He threw a great package on the sofa and it …
Polly and Reno (Lycra fetish)
I met Reno at college. He was an ex-doorman, army sergeant, wrestler and an all round big strapping, sexy fucking hunk with a massive cock!I was out with friends when I was introduced to him. He was a mature student and had seen me before in a dance performance. He joked that it was the first time he'd seen me out without Lycra, as he'd often seen me having a cig outside the studio with the girls and we were always in our skintight lycra unitards! He'd even seen me waiting at the bus stop in my green unitard under a short jacket once when he drove past. 'You could have given me a lift!' I joked. 'Didn't your mum tell you to never get into a car with strange men?' 'All the time. Not that it ever stopped me…' I giggled. 'Well you're in luck tonight…I'm in my car and I'm not drinking so I can run you home if you want.' 'I'd like that,' I smiled. He smiled. As the night went on we talked me, me hanging onto his every word. It felt like we'd known each other for years. He knew so much and was really open minded. Of course I was weak at the knees to be in the company of a well built hunk. I could melt into his arms. In the car we paused near where I lived for a chat. I joked that the next time he sees me at the bus stop in my unitard that I hope he wouldn't be too embarrassed to offer me a lift. He said 'oh it's not that…I wouldn't know where to look if you were sitting next to me in skintight lycra.' 'Really? Hopefully you'd be staring at me…in my lycra.' We looked at …
Stage Texas
I grew up in Stage, Texas where football is king. Texan high-school football games are almost a religious rite, a cultural custom so ingrained that everything stops on Friday nights except for the three hours at every school playing field. I was the 1st string quarterback, a Senior playing out my last year at the school. In my town I was the Prince and was expected to become King at the college that had recruited me and offered me a full football scholarship. At eighteen years my future was assured. She was the head Cheerleader, tall, lithe and beautiful, she became the Cheer squad leader early, at seventeen she was a Junior in the school but by sheer force of personality, charm, wit, boundless energy and talent she rose to prominence on the cheer team. Everybody loved Paula, she was the darling of the school, the reigning Princess. And she was my sister. It was our first game of the state championships, we were facing a team that we had beaten twice in the last three years for the right to move to the semi-finals. I had just over 30 seconds to move my team 83 yards to score, we were down by four so a field goal wouldn't be enough. The first play was a botched pass to Rusty, the running back, the ball wobbled 15 yards where it bounced off his defenders arm, incomplete. My second attempt got only 3 yards, I was looking at 3rd and 7 from our 20 with 21 seconds left. I took the snap and stepped back and stood tall to watch the field. Rusty was double covered, the wide receiver …
coming home to my SSBBW submissive
I'd walk in the door, and all you'd have on is a t-shirt. as I closed the door, I'd grab you by the neck and kiss you deeply, before you even had a chance to say "hi". As I f***ed my tongue into your mouth, I'd grab your ass and squeeze it so hard you'd try to squirm out of my grasp…but you cannot get away, and you cannot breathe. You pull your mouth off of mine to catch your breath and the moment that you separate your face from mine, I'd spin you around and bend you over. I'd deliver a couple of hard smacks on that full pink ass and you whimper form the pain. You place your hands flat on the cold hardwood floor to steady yourself, because I am plunging one…then two fat fingers into your moist pussy. The pleasure and pain cause you to drop to your knees and in this position, I work a thumb into your tight asshole. You cum so hard you can't keep your head up and you rest the side of your face on the floor. I stand up over you, looking at your curves and your delicate vagina and ass, open, moist, ready and waiting for the next assault that I will deliver. I step around you, and walk to the den, leaving you in the entry way, your t-shirt up over your back in a bunch. By the time you walk into the den, trying to pull down your t-shirt, I am already naked and sitting on the couch, remote in one hand, my black throbbing cock in the other. I turn to the news as you curl up at my feet. Your hands wander up my legs to my thighs and you stroke the coarse hair there…I …
The Libary
If you see grammar errors blame my auto correct, also when copy and pasted from my text document it kept taking out the spacing so i kinda mostly gave up, now onto the story. My name is Mike and im about 6'2 and a nice 7.2in dick, anyways I think it was three weeks ago when i first saw her, petite barley legal with very light blonde hair always up in a pony tail, she also had these bold black gasses that really brought out her innocent side, that's probably the reason i was so interested in her in the first place, even if i knew where it would lead im not 100% sure i would of backed off, anyways it all started that day when i first saw her in the library, i wish i knew she worked there before because i was striking dead with everyone else i ever saw, then when i saw her i knew i would get at least a night with her but in the mean time i would get off on what i could the first was just a simple picture of her when she wasnt looking, i took a couple more of these from a few different angles, but i finally got caught when she was full on leaning over the counter with her ass sticking out, but after i snapped the picture i forgot to turn off the sound and she heard it, then she immediately turned around and i bolted but before i completely turned to ran i saw her smile, after that i decided to stay away for two days incase she told people, but after awhile my sex drive overwhelmed me and i had to go back. When i got there i looked for her, i wasn't exactly sure what i would say …
The Handsome Man Next Door
A/N: I wrote this for women like me who are gettin' kinda sick of all the cliche man stories on here featuring the older man/younger woman thing. It has a bit of a long start to it, but it's a nice kind of build up, and hopefully it flows well and gets you off nice and easy. I'm thinking this will be a series but it took me a couple of months to put this together so it won't be a quick updating piece, just when I'm 'in the mood', I guess. Constructive comments always welcome and no advertising your kik, or your email etc, in the reviews section. Also, positive votes show me that I've done a good job! 🙂 ———— Mum and dad had been friends with the Harris’ for five years before I had gotten myself into my little predicament. They had moved in next door when I was 12, just before I delved into the most awkward stage of puberty anyone could have fathomed. At the age of 17, I felt I had kind of levelled out, after five years of getting taller and wider and cinching at the waist, bursting out of my brand-new bras every few weeks. I honestly felt sorry for my mother – she could never keep up. My body was continually turning into that of a woman’s, and it was getting very obvious to the boys at school. When I was younger, they used to make fun of me because my boobs were big for my age. They’d laugh and tell me I had ‘big jugs’, a term that made them laugh even more. By the time I was 15, however, they began to realise that their teasing had been a mistake, because I started …
Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18
“Hi Honey, how’s it going?” Theresa answered the phone as she was preparing dinner for her and the kids. “Going good, Terry, we had some vendors in doing product training yesterday and today . . . they were actually pretty good. Boy, those pictures that Sam sent me last night were pretty hot. I didn’t see them ‘til this morning, but they got me really horned up! Did you guys have a good time?” “It was a blast Phil. Susan looked like a total knock-out. I wish we’d taken more pictures for you later in the evening. We met a couple at the bar and we seduced them in the back of the limo . . . Sue and I took the girl and Jill took the guy . . . it was pretty wild. The girl had never done anything like that before and she was so cute and sweet. And . . . I know that Missy will tell you all about it when you get home, but while we were out, her and Sam did some playing around, and she got him to put it in her ASS! Can you believe that?” “When it comes to Missy, yep, I’ll believe pretty much anything. I know she’s asked about it a few times when we’ve seen it in movies . . . maybe you and I should give it a try?” “You’re on, mister. I’ll let the kids watch you drill me in the ass when you get home, ok?” “Fuck, I want to come home right now, I’m so fucking horny . . . what’s a guy to do?” “Are there any hotties there at your hotel? Maybe you could see if you’ve still got some of your magic.” “You’re saying you want me to try to pick someone up?” “Why not, Phil? Your daughter and I …
re-write so innocente
so innocent this is my very first attempt to write a story that actually happen when i was very young i was about 9 years old im 35 now. i was at a f****y gathering everyone was out having a great time at backyard bbq music drinking i was inside my uncle house watching tv a relative of mine not sure if cousin or aunt she was 5'7 about 140 nice voluptuous beautiful round breast as nice as nikki fritz thick sexy legs nice tanned smooth skin, long brunette hair lovely brown eyes any how.. her name was tatiana. what happened next was she came into the house was looking for something in the dinning room some items for the gathering i was watching tv and i got very thirsty i went into the dining room leading into the kitchen as i was passing by she was in the way and i said excuse but she must've not heard me so i proceeded about my way, as i passed by she was just standing there my shoulder i supposed touched her beautiful round ass which i honestly didn't notice she then turned and with a flirtatious smile said you touched my ass… i then replied no i didn't.. tatian: yes you did i felt you shoulder me: i honestly didn't i didnt feel it.. tatiana: yes you did; you did but itsits ok you can tell the truth i wont tell.. did you do it on purpose or didn't you? does it feel nice and firm. then i replied i didn't, i couldn't have, there is enough room for me to get through. she stared and said no you did watch let me stand here again and pass by and so i did then she stood there as i …
Genie in the lamp
Genie in the lamp I was out walking on the beach last night, just minding my own business when I saw something shining on the beach near the water. I walked up to it, grabbed the handle and pulled it from the sand. It was an old lamp. I brushed off some sand and there was a loud cracking sound, a lot of smoke and then silence. When the smoke cleared, I was in a large room with tables of food, lots of silk and satin drapes in various colors, and a man on a couch. He stood up, turned to me and said, your wish is my command, but first you must do something for me! Puzzled, I said where am I. He says I'm the genie of the lamp. You are in the lamp with me. Wow I'm getting 3 wishes I said. Yes the genie says but you can't wish for more wishes and first… I cut him off saying you want something first. Name it!!! You will be my sex slave for 24 hours. I stood there, stunned looking at him and say but we're both men and I'm not gay. Genie says I will change you into a woman for my use. You will do everything I say without question. You will want to do everything I say. Do we have a deal. So let me get this straight. I will be transformed into a woman and you will do whatever you want to me and I will want you to. Then I'll get 3 wishes? Yes genie replies. Will I remember anything when its all over? Yes, you will remember everything genie says. I think things over for a moment and say "deal" Genie smiles and waves his hand. I suddenly feel a lot different. Looking down I realize I'm …
One Lust Filled Night – Part 6
Becky laid on top of me. She straddled my hips as she rubbed her breasts against mine. After smothering me with kisses, she moved her body lower on mine, kissing and licking her way to my breasts. The trail of hot kisses she left really made me hot. I could feel the walls of my pussy contract as moisture trickled its way past the lips. I raised my head as she cupped the sides of my breasts and squeezed them together. My nipples were just about to touch. I watched as she planted a kiss on the tip of each of my nipples. I closed my eyes as she began to suck each one in turn while fondling my breasts. I felt her hot breath as she licked each one, returning again to my nipples to flick them with her tongue. I arched my back when I felt her take one between her teeth and bite down. When she twisted the other, I let out a muffled scream of pleasure. I felt her shift again as she moved lower. Teasingly, she kissed her way to my navel. After she licked inside, she made me squirm as she gently blew air over it. For some reason, it felt so pleasurable. Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did the same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling. "Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said. I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked …