Chapter One Jessie was not the brightest kid in her high school. She had the looks and the personality to get away with a lot of things she shouldn't have, but her grades were only so, so. That meant that dad was not going to pay for the concert tickets that she wanted to go to with her friends. “You want to go, earn the money.” He said. So Jessie was out and about beating feet on this beautiful Saturday morning looking for work. Burger King nor McDonald's was not where she was heading for. Not for her. She had put her applications in Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister Co., Pacsun and now she was heading over to Aeropostale to do the same. Taking a turn up a street between the Avenues, Jessie was glancing at the store windows as she walked by when she noticed a sign, “Model Wanted.” Jessie stopped in mid stride and looked twice at the sign. Taking a step back, she looked up at the name of the store. “Amanda's Leather & Lace Shoppe.” Jessie looked again at the model wanted sign and thought, why not try? She opened the door and stepped into the store. Bells attached to the top of the door tinkled and Amanda who was busy behind the counter looked up and said, “May I help you?” Jessie looked around for a moment at the clothes in the store and said, “I saw your sign in the window and would like to apply for the job.” Amanda looked the girl over. She looked to be about 5'6” with a slim build. Maybe 120 pounds with long black hair, brown eyes and a very cute face. She was wearing a …
When Secrets Come Out (3)
It all started when I was 7. I was hanging out with my best friend, who happened to be a girl. We were inseparable. We did everything together. I thought we might have ended up together. We played dress up sometimes and other times we played sports and video games. We did what the other wanted to. I guess my dad didn't like it. One day when I came home, I had some make up on my face. "What is that on your face?" My dad said. "Make-up. Natalie did my make-up." I replied. "Well Nate, you look very pretty." My mom said. "Go wash your face. Then come see me." My dad demanded. I could hear faint arguing as I washed my face. Once I washed all of the make up off, I walked out. My dad had his belt in his hand. "Come here." He screamed. I walked over and I felt a strip of pain across my face. Then across my back several times. I cried really hard. He still hits me when I do something he doesn't like. The only person I've told is my therapist. They are pretty much the reason I'm alive. Playing sports is something my dad wanted me to do, and he wanted me to ignore girls so I can focus on sports. I really want Jess and I really want to make her happy, but I'm scared I'm going to be like my dad. I don't want her to be stuck with a guy like that. When I finished the fifth grade, my family moved. I met Jess in the new town. I never really talked to her, but liked her. She never really had many friends and everyone thought she was weird. I always wanted to be her friend, but I was afraid …
From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 20
From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 20 “Okay if you say so I'll just have my shower and have coffee at work. See you tonight Joan.” Paul said kissing me on my cheek and headed to the washroom. Then he turned around. What have you got planned for the day. It's the weekend. I will be working all weekend so you won't see me most of the weekend.” “Don't worry about me I will head down town on the bus and do some window shopping.” I answered. “You know I always find something to occupy my time Paul.” I thought for a few minutes after Paul left for the office. Then it came to me. I'd try a new kind of adventure since it was the weekend and Paul said he probably wouldn't be home the weekend. Why not try out a new adventures. First I called Paul. “Hello you made it to the office.” I said. “Yes but I can't talk long. I'm just about to go in for an important meeting.” Paul answered. “I was thinking since you won't be home this weekend I'd visit my mother for the weekend so see you either late Sunday night or early Monday. I thought I would leave tonight and spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday at her place.” I said. “Okay have a good visit but I have to get going now. See you either Sunday night or Monday morning before work.” Paul answered. “Good bye for now and have a good weekend Joan.” “Okay see you either Sunday night or Monday morning Paul. Goodbye and have a good weekend Paul.” I said and hung up the phone. I decided to wear my transparent make shift skirt and blouse …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 65: Celebrity Sex
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 1-64”. *** 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… Not many people know this, but most movies are not shot in Hollywood. Some are filmed in different locations across the United States, but many are shot right here in Canada. The cost is usually cheaper and Canadians are hardworking (at least some of us are, lol). While Hollywood North usually refers to Toronto and Vancouver, quite a few blockbusters were filmed in Montreal. Here are a few you may have heard of: X-Men: Days of Future Past, 300 and Journey to the Center of the Earth. Because of this, it is possible to come across a famous celebrity while simply strolling the streets of Montreal. I had heard of this happening, but no matter how much I …
Meeting the Step-Brothers Part 1
A little bit of history to better understand our situation. When my wife and I got married, it was the second marriage for both of us. It was for this reason we had a small ceremony, only parents and kids attended. We had a big reception for friends, but that is another story. My wife's parents divorced when she was young and her mom remarried to a man who was 20 years older than her with two boys of his own. They were several years older than my wife so when we married they had moved away from the state and did not attend the wedding. A few years after we had married, one of her step-brothers, Chris, invited us to a small family get together at their vacation home on the coast of South Carolina. We had some vacation time available from our jobs so we jumped at the chance to spend a few days soaking up the sun and I was looking forward to meeting her step brothers. When we got to the beach house we were greeted by Chris and his wife Megan, her other step-brother Andy and my wife's parents. The first night Chris grilled some steaks for dinner and we all sat around on the deck overlooking the beach, drinking wine and getting to know one another. About midnight, her parents said their good byes, they were staying in a nearby hotel, they thought us youngsters would be up too late for them and keep them awake. After they left, we all went back inside and continued with the wine, Suzanne and I on the loveseat, Chris and Andy on the couch and Megan in a chair next to Suzanne …
Hotwife Start
I have always had a fantasy about sleeping with other men during my marriage. At first that was all it was…just a fantasy. I used to bring it up to my husband while we were having sex. Used to tell him what friends of his were hot and what I would do to them. My husband has always been kinda like minded as me. He has always had a habit of telling his friends what a slut I can be alot of the time And enjoy hearing what his friends say about me. One day we had a party at the house. Same old Saturday drinking, playing beer pong and listen to them bitching about about work. Most of the time some of my friends would come over as while that way we could get away from the guys so we didn't have to put up with them. But tonight all my friends were busy and I had to deal with his friends. I get myself made up for this party pretty much wearing whatever I usally wear for a Hot NC summer. A nice little sun dress That stop right above the knees. Well all his friends are here and hanging out in the back yard playing corn hole. I spent the time making some snacks and bringing beer out to them. The night comes to us and the guys start a small fire in the yard to hang at. Fires were always the best part of the night cause everyone starts to chill out and calm down from earlier. The men continue to talk about whatever the heck they talk about. I sitting on a chair when a dang fire ant or whatever bit me on toe…I hate fire ants alot FYI…I Bring my foot up onto the chair to see what …
Under Her Thumb
Introducing the porn junkie I love porn. It is so uncomplicated. So straightforward. Honest, in a way, because it strips you of all the fancy illusions and lays bare the core of who you are. If you are open to the challenge, it can be a true ally in your quest of unraveling the threads of your life. I cannot deny I am a porn junkie. Truly there is no shame in recognizing what I have become. Porn has got me by the balls. I'll go into cold turkey if I don't get my daily shot of porn. And when I do get it, the world collapses and I float happy like a baby in a never-ending myriad of bloated asses and monstrous drooling cunts. After work, alone in the office, I can spend hours on end on the tip of my seat, hunched forward in front of the computer screen, subtly stroking my dick under the desk while stealing awkward glances over my shoulder to make sure I am unobserved. There is something soothing in this endless roaming through the dark halls of internet pornography, idly chasing the fulfillment of an urge I find to be as elusive as the meaning of life itself. The porn junkie’s wet dream 'Are you charging us overtime for this?' My heart skips a beat. My dick goes limp in my hand under the desk. It was bound to happen some day. 'Well?' She's right behind me. I'm fumbling with the mouse, nervously trying to close the window with the video stream. Suddenly, my seat is swiveled around violently and I find myself facing Ms. Saunders’ thick belly. She leans forward, grabbing the …
Another great family orgy
Last night had gone really well, with lots of guys and one dog turning up for our family group fuck, so we were all looking for another great night tonight, I made a few more sms and phone calls to confirm it was still on. 6.30 and the guys started to arrive, we had started playing, I was fucking Stef while Stu, Kim and Sue were doing a family 3 some, the guys stripped of and began to join in, it wasn't long before we all had a few cocks in us and the air was once more full of sex. I did a dp in Stef's butt with a good sized cock, her orgasm going well, as she swollowed a good load of cum, sharing it with me, then I spun her over, big cock under her also in her butt, I shoved my cock back in and found a guy to fuck my arse while we played, another cock went from her mouth to mine and back, until shooting my mouth full of sticky hot cum. I let another guy take over, as I found more cock to use, two filed my arse as I sucked a third, by now we had around 15 or so guys and it was still early. I worked them hard, both guys trying to out do the other, as my arse took control of me, then whils I was having one almight good orgasm, my butt gripped them both tighter and set them off, rewarding me with their juices. It was then I saw Ted, the guy who had brought his big mixed breed dog along last night, now with a nice cum filled arse, I called the dog to me, resting on the bench for him to eat my arse and juice's out, he knew what to do, as another anal orgasm ripped though me. His …
Filled 5
Scott came back to his body with his sister Chrissy shaking him awake and calling his name. She had a note of panic in her voice. “Scott? Scott! Wake up!” Chrissy saw her brother's eyes flutter open and great relief washed over her. “There's a man on the phone for you. He says they've got Mom.” Scott pushed himself to his feet. “What? Where?” he said, his mind a little foggy. “I'm coming.” He followed his sister to the phone, and took it when she handed it to him. “Hello?” he said, his mind sharpening fast. He sent a tendril of thought into the phone and tried to follow it, but he found out it didn't work that way when the man on the other end spoke. His tendril went up and outward, arrowing in a straight line to the man's mind. “We have your mother. If you don't want her hurt, you will show yourself outside your front door with your hands raised above you head in the next two minutes.” “What if I don't believe you?” Scott asked, branching his tendril out on the other end. He could “see” four other men there, all armed, and one was holding his pistol to his mother's head right now. “She could walk through the front door any minute now.” “Say something, Mrs. Blaker.” the man said. “I'm not married.” said his mother. “I don't answer to that form of address.” “Do you believe she won't be walking through the door anytime soon?” the man asked, a grin obvious in his tone. “No.” said Scott, and his mother watched, astonished, as all of her captors simultaneously took their guns …
Amys Arousal
Ever since my strange experience earlier in the day with Alex and Beth, the most disturbing and erotic thoughts kept dominating my mind. I fantasized about her, about them, my fevered imagination coming up with scenarios, ways to justify my desires. I was also torn with suspense; Cameron had confessed his fantasy of watching me with another woman and after my hesitant agreement had promised to set something up. My whole body was a mass of nerves and sexual tension. Cameron and I came out of his room and while I caught the occasional knowing glance from Alex and Beth, no one mentioned anything about our earlier encounter. Later that afternoon I wound up chatting with Beth while the guys played video games and found that Cameron was right, I did really like her. She had an infectious laugh and an absolutely magnetic aura of self confidence. She was unapologetically intelligent but didn’t try to either show off or condescend. I watched her while trying not to be too obvious. Beth was the first woman I had ever had been sexually attracted to and every single thing about her was so beautiful, desirable. She was a contrast to me in every way with thick flame red hair that waved and curled uncontrollably around the milky pale skin of her face. She had a petite athletic build and small perky breasts that shifted unbound beneath the thin material of her v neck shirt. By comparison I felt clumsy and gauche at 5’8” with a curvy build that hadn’t been able to skip a bra since the 5 th …
No library.
Mr.T and I have recently attended a black time event out of town at a casino resort. The two of us looked good Damn good him in his tux me in a gown . The event was a two night three day event one night he took me the second night he took his s****r. Him and I spent the day to gather did some shopping ,some gambling we won some took it back to the room ,so I would have more to play while he was gone. As we are sitting there talking he smiles sorry we could not find a library last night. Looking at him kiss him deeply telling him thank you . We have time to kill before he is to go unzipping his jeans stroking his cock then licking biting the head swirling my tongue around his cock sliding down his cock sucking slowly at first pulling off looking up at him tell him I will suck you off now but I am going to dress as a high class call girl I want you to find me pick me up and bring me back to the room he agrees. As I continue to stroke him sucking harder faster he caresses and pinches my nipples spanks my ass moans escape my lips I continue to suck he begins to Fuck my mouth harder and faster he moans shoots a load try to swallow all of it to much dripping out the sides of my lips.Mmmm taste so good. Time for him to get ready for his night we shower. as he dresses I am laying on the bed watching he looks at me are you dressing nope not yet don't want you to see what I am wearing. Pretty soon there is a knock on the door it is his s****r time for them to go and enjoy the event. …
With Whispers We Are Guided
With whispers we are guided on our quest While moving down the trail to tranquil peace. Our hearts have heard the murmur of a guest. Until we reach our goal it will not cease. We two, as lovers, bound eternally Will make our way to earthly paradise. Thus, pointing out our path internally, Our guide has always given true advice. Preparing us for what may be our fate The inner voice has taught us as we grew. As lovers we have entered through the gate That opens, we have found, for very few. Our inner guru we have always known Was but our love, our trust, and that alone.
COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 8
COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 8 To read earlier chapters in this series go to sexstories.com/story/61282/ For photo of Lila go to – forum.xnxx.com/gallery/photos/2730844/ Romance, incest, male/female, softcore This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It spans a number of years BACKGROUND TO OUR STORY………. It was 1992 when my family moved to live close by to my cousin Lila, who was about the same age. My name is Jonathon but my family has always called me Johnny. Our mothers are sisters. Lila's mother is about one year older than my mother. Lila and I are only children. We attended different schools. Lila attended a private girl’s school. I liked visiting Lila's house – it had a big swimming pool. My mother and I would visit their house and Lila and her mother would visit us. Lila and I became quite close. We seemed to like to do the same things. Our story: …………………… CONTINUATION PLANNING FOR SEX After we agreed to marry, and in order to confirm her fertility cycle, Lila had started keeping a chart of the required data. She said she got the chart at the Women’s Centre on campus. It seemed they were much in demand. She was fairly sure that she was on the usual 28 days, but as this could vary it was necessary to confirm it over 3 months. It was all a mystery to me. I knew that one part of the record keeping involved taking her temperature every morning because she had …
The Bar
I walk into the crowded bar with some friends of mine. Almost immediately I see you in the corner playing pool. At first all I see is your nice ass in a snug pair of jeans bending over the table to make a corner pocket shot. The way that you handle the stick makes me wonder how you would handle your cock if I was the hole that you were aiming for. Faintly I hear my name being called and then a tug on my arm. I had been caught daydreaming, just standing there staring. I turn and follow my friends deeper into the bar. The three of us are sitting at a table, talking about our college days and all the trouble that we got into. The bartender brings over some drinks that we did not order and points to a group of guys waving to us. "These are from them," he says and walks away. My breath catches in my throat as I see you stride my way. I can't help but undress you with my eyes as you get closer. By the time that you actually reach me, you are down to your boxers. You and your friends chat us up a bit and then before I know it, we are left alone and our friends are out on the dance floor. I have never been a shy person, but suddenly I am very bashful around you. Maybe it is because I feel that I have already seen you almost naked in my mind. You reach across the table and grab my hand. I look up at you. Standing up, you come sit next to me, close, very close. Leaning over you whisper, "Does my ass look good in these jeans." Before I can stop myself, I place my hand on your inner …
The Life of Ry, Ch. 1
-This is almost a 100% true story. Only names have been changed. One more week until Sophomore year started. I had just made this realization as I walked into my new school for their orientation. I opened the door to let my father and my younger brother into the main foyer of the school where the secretaries, principal, and other staff, that the students don't care to make interaction with unless required, remained. The school was small, really small. Containing a population of 200 students in whole and includes grades not 9-12, but 6-12. I honestly don’t know why the fuck I chose to come here other than the fact that it’s a charter school for media arts. It’s called MACCS, or Media Arts Collaborative Charter School. It is a two story school with two main halls, the top one, and the bottom one. The first story of the building was mainly, if not all classes excluding the main office. It was all new to me because I transferred over from a public school consisting of 2,000 students and none of them were 6-8. I walked down the main hall of the first story, looking at all the classes as I walked through. It’s like looking for a house on a straight street. My father and brother, Kyle, was following me to the end of the hall until we reached the stairs to head to the cafeteria, yes the cafeteria is upstairs. The steps went up half way of the building then you'd loop around and start heading the other half up to the second story. Voices were getting louder as I could no longer make …
jounals
LITTLE DUDES WITH HUGE DICKS, there some thing about a short, small boned man, that just happen to be lugging around some heavy equipment between their legs. We've all seen them, the scrawny guys in the locker room, that always wear their towel around their neck, never around their waist. You can't miss their freakishly over sized organ hanging off their frail frames. It is the elephants trunk in the room. In this domain of jocks and body builders his slight stature is a positive trait, not only does his cock look bigger, it kinda gives him an edge, a secret weapon, especially if he doesn't have any tells. like my friend Rex from the bookstore, he was short, had small feet and hands, delicate features, his nose and ears were small and cute, his Adam's apple was large but lot's of thin men have that, it protrudes more if you have low body fat. he was petite, almost fragile. I think this is what led him to pursue martial arts as a youth. by the time he was in college he was a master (black belt) of several and an instructor (striped belt) of two, Taekwondo and Karate. Once he invited the bookstore gang to a karate exhibition, and it was very well received, I was the only guy that showed up, so i thought i'd slink back into the locker room and tell Rex we were all impressed. What really impressed me was catching him naked, and seeing that soft 8 inches swinging between his legs, even flaccid you could tell it would fluff up real nice. which brings me to… BIG FLOPPY COCKS, I'm …
My Step Mom Story 1 of 3
This is my first time writing a story but long time reader of stories. Let me start out by telling you about myself. I'm 32 now 6'3 250. I was a football player in high school and have always been in pretty good shape. Well My parents divorced when I was 5 and I got a step mom that was a normal woman but I always loved her 38DD breast. Well when I was 13 my parents didn't care what I did and I used to put playboy pics on my wall cause my dad never came up stairs and my step mom only ever now and then. Well like most guys I was hard all the time and loved jacking off. Well one day I was I was in my room and I was sitting on side my bed butt naked wanking away to a playboy picture and I had just shot my wad all over the picture and stood up and started to walk toward my bathroom and when I opened my door there was my step mom coming out of my b*****rs room across the hall and my dick was hanging so proud back then it was probably almost 6 inches long and 6 and half inches around its always been very thick.Now im right over 8 and 7 and 3/4 thick. Well as soon as I saw her it kinda scared me and my dick flenched and jumped. She looked down and said oh my o im sorry. Then I said I was about get in the shower. She looked down and walked down the stairs and I took a shower. Well after that day I was so excited to get caught. I found myself leaving the door open and wearing just my boxers around the house. I also started spying on My step mom when she would take her showers on …
New Life in Rianate 3
I heard Aya burp and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry, I had soda,” she mumbled. “Wow,” Tao gasped, “did you know that the Rian had their own money 300 years ago?” “No, but that’s cool,” I said. We were in the library, studying and hanging out after a long day at school. Lena remains in her bitchy mood even after a week since she accused Dallas of killing the dragon. Speaking of, Tao just got onto the topic of that. “Did they ever find out who actually did it?” she asked. “I dunno. Eris? Did they?” Aya asked. “No. But, I went to Govea and he said Dallas would never hurt them without his permission or supervision. He said that Dallas hadn’t used any of the dragons when that happened. Lena’s just throwing accusations around to make some of us seem worse than we actually are,” I scoffed. “That’s cruel. The bitch just honestly doesn’t like kids. Really . She may put on an act but, no matter how hard she tries, Lena can’t convince herself that we aren’t little devils,” Tao said. “Yeh. Didn’t you say she almost caught you at his place?” Aya added. I nodded my response. The fact that Lena has been even more bitchy has been killing me because she’s been taking it out on the professors, she cussed my dad out yesterday. Hell, I’m surprised she hasn’t bitch-slapped a kid yet. “Y’all want pizza?” Tao blurted. “I’m in a pizza mood.” “Maybe you want pizza because it has a z and a in it like Maz,” I bit my lip to hold in my giggles. “Shut up! Please, the boy will get his brains fucked out …
Afternoon Delight…
Hello I'm Bennie, real name is Benjamin, I met David just after twelve Thursday, you see I do my laundry on Thursdays. By the way David is taken a well earned nap, I should know, he just had a three hour fuck session by you know who. Anyway I was going down to the laundry room, Thursday is the only day I can do my laundry do to my schedule. As I entered the stairway, I heard the unmistakeably sound of flesh striking flesh, slowly I made my way down the stairs and sneaked up to the doorway. As I peeped in I could see two guys one bent over the folding table, his head buried in some folded laundry and his short pants down around his left ankle. The other guy was pounding his ass like all out doors, the guys head buried in the laundry, I found out latter was David. Little squeals of pain and pleasure was muffled by the clothes, but the pounding of the other guys thighs against his unprotected ass was deafening. My dick was as hard as a brick I started to charge in, but thought better of it. I eased back to the stairs and gathered up my clothes and concealed myself in the furnace room at the end of the corridor this was I could see who would leave the laundry room. It wasn't long before the two of them emerged, they went the opposite direction to the door leading to the alleyway. David let his friend(?) out and went back into the laundry room. I exited my hiding place and hurriedly went to the laundry room, David was by the dryers wiping his buttcrack with a cloth. He turned …
Daughters Black out
My wife just up and left us. What a fucking bitch. She had been acting strange, weird and jealous for a while. As our daughter matured it was like she hated her. All my sweet daughter wanted was to be loved by her mom. But all that bitch could see was the body she didnt have anymore and the face she never had. When we got married she was a single mom and I did what Daisy's birth father didnt have the balls to do and I took her in as my own. After her last birthday she came home from a party drunk and was acting really crazy with me in the kitchen. I tried to shush her so her mom wouldn't wake up but it didn't work. That bitch walked in right as Daisy planted a kiss right on my lips. It lasted longer than any other kiss we'd ever shared and her mother was furious. It wasnt long after that the crazy bitch packed her shit and left. Daisy has no memory of that night…I think its better that way. I don't know how the poor girl would handle information like that. Being a single dad now is difficult. I've been trying the online dating stuff and at that point I was getting so desperate I was considering paying for it! A few weeks ago and opportunity came up that I just prayed I could pass but I wasn't strong enough. Daisy has been going through a party girl phase and especially since her mom bailed on us she's been partying and coming home blasted. Most of the time I make her a grilled cheese Sandwich she tells me a story about one of her friends has some water and I put her to …
A new spark part 2
“Dude, seriously?” “Yup,” I say, while taking a sip of my beer. Jerry is very enthusiastic about my weekend transgression. I told him what happened because, I couldn’t hide the stupid grin on my face. “And you spend the whole night with this chick?” “I did.” “I never thought you’d have it in you, man. Congrats!” “Thank you,” I say, still smiling like an idiot. “So what now?” “Going to see her again, two weeks from now.” “Jesus! That good, was she?” “You have no idea.” “And what about V?” “What about her? I’m sure she’s had a fun weekend without me.” “Yeah, but you can’t keep this up, man. Living in the same house while fucking someone else.” “From what I can tell, she’s been doing it for a while.” “But still. Why stay at all? Isn’t that just going to mess, both of you up?” I pause a minute, shocked by the level of maturity coming from my, forever bachelor friend. “Damn dude, I haven’t thought all this through yet. Can’t you just let me have this one.” Jerry backs off and says, “hey, all the more power to you. The stupid grin suits you.” The conversation turns when some shortstop gets pitched out for the third time in a game. Like we are the best coaches in the world, we tell the players and coaches on TV what to do. They seldom listen. The evening winds down, our team has lost and the burgers are gone. I thank Jerry, who again tells me, that this is the place to go, if I decide to leave. “Dude, one more thing.” “What is it Jerry?” I ask. Not sure he’s going to have anything …
handi man 2
Fred stopped wanking his cock and played with his erect nipples,teasing them with hi finger tips,pulling them stretching them to there limits,making them very sensative.This made his cock so sensative and longing to be stroked,but he resisted.He noticed the lady was staring at his swollen gland ad then he saw why,there was pre cum dripping out on to his legs.Making them all sticky.Her fingers were all over her clit,but she still had her knickers on,Fred asked her to remove them but she refused.Her breathing was starting to get shorter and more desperate,Fred went back to playing with his balls as she liked that.She moaned out loud as she noticed what he was doing urging him to stand up so she could see them hang between his legs.He stood and cupped his balls and rolled them in his hands,his cock stood proud out in front,twitching as he pulled his balls about.Her fingers were working hard in her knickers and Fred could smell her sex across the room.Fred told her he could feel his spunk rising in his cock.She said she wanted to see his cock shoot its cum.Would he stroke his cock long and hard for her. Fred asked "will you cum as well" she said " i am not sure i have never had an orgasm ad i am a little frighten what will happen or may be nothing will happen at all""well the only way to find out is keep playing"was Freds reply "oh i have no intention of stopping" she said Fred went back to pulling his foreskin back as far as it would go and …
Consumption
You aren’t my type. Every time my eyes met yours, I felt like a mouse facing a giant snake. Yours were a vicious and beautiful green while mine were a meek brown. For a second, our souls touched, barely brushed, hardly shifted, imperceptibly so…. And in that moment I knew… But I was enthralled, fear true utter fear consumed me, …..I was intrigued. I was fascinated….. And I knew… I would kiss and cut you at the same time. I would want my mark on you, to scar you, to leave a trail of where my breath had fanned your skin. I wanted to burn you from the inside, heal you, kill you, then resuscitate you. So that with every inhale, my scent filled your lungs. I wanted to ….no needed to…. to claim you to the point, where you were no longer yourself but an extension of myself…. And so that I would be the extension of yourself. But I knew…. You would eat me alive That you would….. slay me, conquer me, make me forget my own name. That you would…. Hold me, kiss me, trail your fingers up and down the valleys and ridges of every sinew and muscle of my body. That there would be times where you would make me yours like a possession, a treasure, a toy That you would make me scream your name And beg for your touch That you would….. conquer me, leave me, hurt me, and then love me. In that very specific order. And that for the first time, make me feel fragile and like a woman…. And that we could not stop. Until consumption was our guilt And my blood ran in your veins.
A Hot Teen Prescription
I was watching the sunbeam from the window of my psychiatry office, it had gone from my encyclopedia set to the latest addition of the DSM over the last two appointments. I had almost an hour to wait now, Mrs. Jenkins had cancelled this week. Fred would be here at 4 for my last appointment of the day. Fred was never much fun, he was a paranoid xenophobic. Coming to my office was the only time he went outside anymore and that was only because his mom had told him otherwise she was taking him back to the mental ward. I had gotten my bachelor's from Princeton and then went to Cornell for my doctorate. I had married my college girlfriend Nancy and I had a pretty good academic career. I was on the fast track to some administrative positions on governmental commissions but turned them down since I wanted to get into patient care, which is why I entered the field in the first place. Nancy and I had moved to downtown Atlanta where she grew up, and I had really been drawn to the idea of helping at risk kids pull their lives together, as I had a suspicion the high number of teenagers that were held back in the city might have been held back for mental reasons as much as anything else. Things were very good for a few years, my marriage was good, the practice was thriving and I was really enjoying feeling like I had put a lot of kids back on the right path and a solid number of my troubled flock were even attending junior college. It was at that point that Nancy had decided she wanted a …
Path to Our Future part 9
They parked their van in an alley and not one person has noticed my car. I can tell they’re waiting for their door man to let them in. I’m looking at an abandoned office outside downtown and while they transition and talk I go through my travel bag. -Silenced 9mm with Holster -Combat knife with blacked blade to prevent glare -Balaclava or as you call them ski mask -Kevlar vest with second chance plate -Two reloads for the pistol, probably won’t need them but taking anyway -Dark green turtleneck -Reinforced combat boots -Forearm impact armor and shin guards Armor goes under the clothes save for the shin guards over my jeans; turtleneck is for exposed skin along with the Balaclava. I move around the far side of the building and up the smaller alley to the corner and listen as they pull Guy from the van. “He went down easy and no tails,” one of the three loading Guy says as they head inside. “Hey I thought he was a criminal, I’ve seen this kid. My daughter and son both go to school with him,” the man at the door says causing the other three to pause,” What are you into because I’m not signed on for killing a kid.” “You signed on and will get paid with the rest of us Mitch,” the driver tells him as Guy disappears into the building,” Just stay out here and keep watch, we’ll get everything else set up and then we’ll be paid and down the road, think of your payday and shut up.” I wait till the three are out of sight and watch the doorman; he’s muttering to himself and has some …