Chapter 14 Terry and Tanya finished cleaning up. I got down from the table and said, “You two had better get home!” They got up and grabbed me around the waist, “Thank you for letting us fuck you, Grandpa!” and Terry added, “And thank you for the MILK! I can’t WAIT to see my boobies grow!” Together they said, “Thank you, Hermie!” to my cock and they each kissed him, giggling. They found their clothes and put them on and I showed them to the door. When I got back to the patio the others were laying in the sun. “Hey, aren’t you guys forgetting something?” I reminded. “No! We’re waiting for YOU, Grandpa!” Rachel explained, “We need you to put our sunscreen on!” “Oh—my—goodness! You mean, you all wouldn’t have a clue how to put sunscreen on yourselves or each other and you’d lay out here and fry in the sun?” I half-heartedly complained. “But Grandpa!” Abby whined, “It feels BETTER when YOU put our sunscreen on!” She handed my the bottle with puppy-dog eyes. I tried not to seem to eager to feel her soft skin, nubile curves, nascent mammaries, firm, round ass and cup her puffy little vulva. She moaned softly as I took my time with the application process. I playfully slapped her ass when I was done, “OK, miss helpless, there you go…” She turned around smiling and gave me a peck on the lips. “Thank you, Grampa!” I tried not to be too gleeful about massaging sunscreen onto each of their young, luscious bodies but Hermie betraid me after the third one. Rachel was last and she smiled …
wide tells s****r
Page 1 My wife Linda has always been very close to her older s****r, Stacey. There isn't much the two of them wouldn't discuss, and quite recently Linda has begun to include details of our sex-life in their discussions – with what turned out to be very interesting and erotic consequences. This account will be quite long, so please bear with me. Linda is a voluptuous 32-year-old green-eyed blonde, standing about 5'6". She is of medium build, with shapely legs and a very delectable 36D pair of breasts. She has one of those soft, beautiful faces that can be angelic one minute, and lewdly licentious the next. We have been married seven wonderful years, and we have a very hot sex life that has recently come to include Hot wife themes and fantasies. Her elder s****r Stacey is a dazzling 35-year-old brunette, and is taller than my wife Linda by about three inches. Stacy, I have to admit, is stunning to look at; she exercises regularly and keeps her body in great shape, possessing incredibly long legs that she is fond of displaying to perfection. Picture Sandra Bullock with a slightly leaner face, and that pretty much describes Stacey. Now – some brief history: In early 2003, Stacey separated from her husband (citing various issues), and moved into an apartment of her own. A divorce duly followed. My s****r-in-law, as I have stated, is a very attractive lady, and her newfound freedom seemed to awaken both her sexuality and her libido. Linda confided to me that Stacey had told her …
For Lauren again
Lauren looked down at her phone to see an incoming phone call her husband Mike, and sighed in frustration. She had been so close to cumming when her husband interrupted her, but she lost her orgasm when her phone vibrated. She picked up the phone. “Hey baby, I’m trying to get my work done so I can get home at 5 tonight.” “You better get home at 5; we have work to do honey.” “I know, don’t worry. But I need to drop off some documents at home at some point this afternoon, but I can’t take the time off to do it. Will offered to drop by with the documents, so you should expect him in 15 minutes or so.” “You can’t bring them home with you when you come home?” “No, I can’t. I’m sorry to do this, but—” Lauren hung up the phone in frustration. What was her husband thinking? She barely knew his boss Will; they’d met once at the company Christmas party. But more importantly, why was her husband being such an insensitive ass on what was supposed to be the most important day of their lives? Mike and Lauren had been trying to have kids for six months now with no success, so Lauren’s doctor suggested she take a day off of work on one of her ovulating days and spend the day visualizing the mindblowing sex that would create a child inside her. This was that day: Lauren was home from work, wearing the lingerie that Mike had bought so many Valentine’s Days ago. She had been playing with herself visualizing sex with Mike, although truth be told the vibrator she was using did a much better job …
Captured Family
The Bruner family was on its way back home from vacation, and all of them were rather tired. Rock Bruner was proud that he had been able to finally afford the cross-country trip that he had always promised to his family, but until this year they had been unable to go. They had been on the go for two weeks, had been to California and were only several hundred miles from home. Rock's wife Linda was in the front seat asleep, and the two kids, sixteen-year-old Mark and fifteen-year-old Becky, were in the back seat looking out the windows at the passing countryside. Suddenly, they came upon a sudden thunderstorm. The sky turned black and the rain pelted the windshield as Rock struggled to maintain the car on the slick road. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed and all at once the whole family was scared. "Rock, we have to find a place to pull over. There's no way we can continue on in this storm like this," said Linda, shivering with fright. Mr. Bruner agreed. "You're right, Linda. But there's no town for miles, and I don't see a house or shelter anywhere. There's no place to stop." Becky exclaimed, "Look, Daddy! Over there! A big house!" Lightning illuminated the stormy sky and outlined a two story mansion just off the road. "Let's see if they'll let us stay there while the storm's going on." Linda looked at Rock with pleading eyes. "Please, Rock. Let's stop at the house. Surely these are dependable, nice people out here in the middle of nowhere. We'll be safer there." Rock …
Emilys Seduction (part six)
My stepdaughter, Emily, was going to be leaving. It was time to return to her private academy. I didn't pay for it. That was done by her father, or perhaps his family. They were rather well off. I wasn't destitute, of course. I was a fifty year old, full professor of English at my university. My wife, Erica, is an instructor in the same department. Now it was time to say goodbye to Emily. She would be completing her final year at her school. I was rather proud of her. I understood from her mother that she was academically superior. I trusted that was true. I knew her to be bright, and extremely knowledgeable. About my things, so I learned. We spent the summer getting to know each other. Erica had been teaching for most of this summer session. I didn't have to do any lecturing, as I had so much seniority. That meant Emily and I were alone much of the time. Getting married in the spring had brought us together as a new family. It had been rather eye-opening, to say the least. I was coming to terms with my own transgressions. I forgave myself for taking advantage of Emily. It seemed to me that she was at least somewhat culpable, as well, in what happened to us this summer. I mean, I understand that as the stepfather I should be in control, and demand respect from my stepdaughter. Perhaps my reactions were over the top. Anyway, it was done now, and I was resolved to be a better man in the future. But, one should note that Emily and I are not actually related. No, I am married to …
Another job interview
Three months after leaving the store they called Donna back for summer work. This is bl**dy ridiculous I can’t understand why they just don’t give her a permanent contract instead of pissing her about, but anyway. She received a phone call to go into the store for an interview even though they’d just let her go three months earlier, ‘store policy’ they said. I dropped her off 2pm this Thursday and then I went for a coffee and she was coming to meet me when she’d finished. She was wearing a black skirt and a white top. She was called into the office promptly at the correct time and sat behind a desk was a lady called Margaret, she was the area manager, dressed in a black skirt, white blouse, tights and a black jacket, and she looked around 45. Margaret started with the usual questions that Donna had answered on previous interviews, and then said that Sally had really recommended her for the position as she was a good worker with the right attitude, Donna smiled to herself as she knew what she’d done for Sally before. Margaret then asked her if she wanted to add anything. Donna said “I think you’ve covered everything” and as Margaret smiled at her she stood up and came round to the front of her desk, sat on the edge facing Donna, then she said “Sally says you’re really good” and Donna smiled back. Margaret slipped off her jacket as Donna stood up and faced her Margaret put her hands on Donna’s shoulders and the two of them leaned forward and kissed. As Margaret kissed Donna …
Today My Name is Caprice
He enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those are the rules. The coffee shop is crowded, as is the street outside, midtown Manhattan in the afternoon on display through floor to ceiling windows. The room is large and old, brick walls, patterned tin ceiling rusting in several spots. The tables are covered in faded and mismatched plastic tablecloths. People are sitting in groups of two and three, talking, or by themselves, occupied by books and newspapers and cellphones and tablets and laptops. He takes a seat at a corner table so he can have full view of the room. He opens his laptop, fires it up, opens a window on it. He is rewarded with an almost inaudible chirp of a cricket, indicating he has a message. I’m here. Do you see me? No. Over by the window. At a table under that big ridiculous painting. Of the Minotaur? I hate that painting. I know. I know your tastes. 🙂 Mmm. Yes. Now I can see you. What are you wearing? You can see what I’m wearing, dear. Yes. But I like it when you tell me. 🙂 My hair is down. Those little ringlets you love falling on either side of my face. Just a hint of make-up, not too much. Pearl necklace. Thank you for that. The pearls? You’re welcome. 🙂 The pearls, yes. And everything else. Keep going. White blouse. Tiny black lace bra underneath, …
Joan #9 we go to Chicago
Sex on the train, sex in the hotel, sex, sex, sex. I recently got an invitation to speak at a conference in Chicago. Joan as usual came with me. Joan is the most desirable woman and has the most voracious sexual appetite of any woman I have ever met. We have shared many sexual adventures and have enjoyed them all. Recently we were in Savannah and barely avoided a gangbang, although Joan might have enjoyed it. I love Joan more than life itself. I made the travel arrangements. We would take a sleeper train to Chicago. I thought we'd enjoy the nostalgia of a train ride and avoid the hassle of the airports. We got the train at South Station, checked our bags and found our sleep room. It had two pull down bunks, a small bath, and a sitting area. We decided to go to the lounge car. We went to the bar and ordered martinis. The car was relatively full with businessmen and students. Joan was wearing a cotton mini skirt and halter top. We sat down to enjoy our drinks and Joan immediately flashed her smooth mound at one of the students. He looked startled, but he kept looking. I whispered to Joan, "We have a very small room." Joan smiled and said, "I've had sex in smaller places." Joan stood up as the train pulled around a curve and stumbled into the student's lap. She made no move to get up and instead wiggled her ass on his lap. She giggled and said to him, "Let's talk about the first thing that comes up." She settled back into his lap and murmured to him, "This feels nice. …
Jason and his sister Abby
I just got my driver’s license a couple of months ago and all of a sudden I became “Jason’s Taxi Service” for my sister. Actually, I liked driving and if one of the downsides was that Mom had me pick up my kid sister Abby once in a while, I could live with it. Abby was two years younger than me; I being the very mature sixteen I thought myself to be. We got along for the most part and got so much closer after this incident which began innocently enough on a Wednesday afternoon in October. Abby was always a tomboy and played in many sports. Today, she called Mom and said she hurt her knee in soccer practice and had to come home early. So Mom sent me to the school field to pick her up. I pulled into the parking lot and she and a friend of hers were waiting for me. It had just started to rain only five minutes ago, but the girls were getting soaking wet. Abby, with the help of her friend did a combination of a limp and run and then she jumped in the car. Abby thanked the other girl for helping her and then she ran off waving goodbye to the shelter of the school. Abby held an ice pack to her knee and said, “Too bad you didn’t get here five minutes ago. All of a sudden there was such a damn downpour and I’m soaked and freezing to death.” She was shivering a little bit and looked at me and said, “You know, if you were a good brother, you would give me your dry shirt.” I shrugged, and not wanting an argument inside the car, I took off my shirt and gave it to her. “Here,” I said. …
Please Fuck My Mom!
Lindsey was concerned! Her father who had always been an asshole had walked out on her and her mom. As far as Lindsey was concerned this was a good thing! That unfortunately was not the same for her mother, Trudy. Trudy had just turned forty and while Lindsey thought of her mom as smart and pretty, Trudy consider herself as unattractive. For the first month Trudy cried a lot and spent most if her time in bed. Lindsey believed this would come to an end but when it did not change decided she needed to talk with her mom. "Mom, you need to pull yourself together. You need to get put. You need to find a guy and go on a date." Lindsey said "Baby, no man is ever going to want to be with me! Guys do not like old skinny hags like me!" Trudy said as she let tears run down her face "Mom you are pretty and you know how to please a man. There will be plenty of guys that are going to interested in you!" From there the conversation ran over the same ground repeatedly. As Lindsey walked away she was more concerned than ever! She decided she needed to talk with someone so she visited her boyfriend Brian. When she got there Frank was with him. "My mom is a mess! She really thinks that no guy would ever want to be with her ever!" She started "That' bullshit! Your mom is hot for an older lady" Brian said "Hell yeah! Your dad fucked up big leaving her!" Frank added "I know that but mom thinks her life is over!" Lindsey said "What …
ACCIDENTAL UNINTENTIONAL ORGASM DENIAL COCKTEASI
Haven't gotten enough sl**p in recent nights, so planned on going to bed early. (Haven't gotten laid lately either, but that fact wasn't on my mind at all.) Doing a little tidying up, watching a bit of TV news, having a snack before bed. Typical evening really. Feeling drowsy. Then really out of nowhere for no particular reason I get a really powerful, rock-hard erection. With little obvious transition I realize my sexual URGE has gone from the usual "sexually frustrated horny" todesperate to cum ASAP horny literally overnight. Last cum over a week ago, but I don't think it's quite been a FULL 2 weeks. Haven't kept track, sodon't actually know for sure how long it's been since last I got to cum. Possibly it's been even longer since I last got to actually cum. Enjoy cockteasing, edging, and orgasm denial sometimes, so it's hard to say for sure. Still, not sure why the horniness is suddenly sooooo intense and balls feel so FULL and blue like they're overloaded with a long-denied, huge pent-up load. (Even though at times I've dabbled in teasing, orgasm denial, and even the sensation of having a piss hardon–aka morning wood– due to a really full bladder, that's not the case this time.) Planned to go to bed early tonight since I really need some sl**p. Not sure if the desperate to cum feeling will let me sl**p or not. Yet, when I do have sexual activity I much prefer at least an hour of stimulation–whether with a partner or solo. Sure, I could just do a "quickie" now, but …
Coffee Shop Love, part 2
Courtney, Bree, and I worked the Saturday night shift and managed the rush of Saturday night shoppers extremely well. However, the awkwardness between me and Courtney was obvious, and our distance toward each other had to be obvious to Bree, though, she said nothing of it. When the store closed for the night, we had one small cup of coffee each, which was drunk mostly in silence, before cleaning the Phoenix for the night. We locked up and walked to our cars, silently. "Good night," I told Bree as we hugged, and I held on longer than usual. "Good night. I'll see you Monday?" She asked quietly. "Yeah, you know I'll be here," I smiled. "Ok," she smiled back and got in her car. "You want to come in tomorrow?" I asked as I turned toward Courtney. "I can, but we are closed on Sunday. What do you need me for?" She asked quizzically. "I think we should probably talk about last night." "Can we do that now?" "If you'd like. Wanna go back inside?" "Yeah." We walked together back to the front door of the Phoenix together. She had her long, red hair in a ponytail. She wore a light brown Los Pollos Hermanos t-shirt that fit tightly against her light skin; her black denim jeans we're equally form fitting. She had on black Converse sneakers, and that's the only kind of shoes I've ever known her to wear. "You know," she broke the silence, "it's probably good that you didn't squeeze her butt. I think she's a freak like you'd expect a librarian or nun to be, but she might be a prude and freak …
Plan C: Chapter 3
Muscles. That was simply all Becca saw. Toned, tanned, and extremely kissable muscles. Grayson Clark was still shirtless and slightly sweaty as he flexed his strong arms while changing her flat tire over to the spare one she had finally retrieved from her trunk. Staring at him work, she couldn’t help but be silently thankful she had tripped and had needed his shirt to stop the cut on her head from bleeding. Wiggling in her seat, she remembered the kiss. That sweet, wonderful kiss that very quickly developed into a heart-stopping, toe-curling, melt-in-a-puddle kind of kiss. He had completely taken control of it. From the moment his lips touched hers until they flew apart like shrapnel after hearing the police siren, he had been the aggressive one. Mentally, Becca corrected herself. He wasn’t really aggressive. Demanding? Yes, a little. Controlling? That was closer. Dominant? She shivered involuntarily at that word, as she absentmindedly reached into her purse for a lollipop. Becca loved lollipops. They were her addiction and always made for a nice distraction, and boy, did she ever need a distraction. Lollipops always made her relax when she was stressed, or made her feel a little better when she was having a bad day, or sometimes she even used them as a reward for herself. Heck, she deserved all three today! She thought to herself with a decisive inward nod. Forcing herself not to look again at the wonderful specimen of a man only a few feet from her as he talked to a very …
The Story Of My Aunt And I (True)
This is a true story of mine from many years ago that I have not really shared with anyone other than my girlfriend. I figure a lot of years have passed so what the hell and I am going to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy. I have always enjoyed spending time with my entire f****y but one that I usually found myself around my my aunt Tina. Now to me Tina has always been a sweetheart but also has a wild side and did what she wanted because she always told me she was going to live her life how she wanted and didn't care what everyone else thought. She also had dated a couple times but always told me she just wasn't the "Relationship" type. Well because of that most of my f****y stopped talking to her until I was the only one who would go to her house to see her. Tina has a nice house with a swimming pool so on hot days I always went over to see her where we would hang out, have some drinks and talk in the pool. Well one day it had to have been close to a hundred degrees out so I figured I would surprise my aunt and headed over to her place. I knocked on the door and shortly after she opened it with a smile "Well hey, I was about to call you". I went inside and we sat down on the couch talking about the heat when Tina smiled "Wanna hit the pool?". "Why do you think I'm here" I joked as Tina smacked my arm and laughed "Asshole". I went outside to the backyard which was surrounded by a tall wooden fence and quick stripped down to …
No words spoken. My Dream
It’s late at night here at home, When suddenly I felt so all alone. “Nothing to do”, I heard myself say, Might as well just call it a day. As soon as I’d laid down on my bed, Strange thoughts began to fill my head. Some were good, some were bad, Some were other dreams that I’d had. Then someone must have been very kind, They put something wonderful in my mind. A picture began to form you know, It set my mind and heart aglow. You surprised me by walking right into my head, The look in your eye nothing need be said. Then I saw that seductive smile, I knew we were going to be busy a while. Loneliness gone as you dropped that dress, I no longer felt lonely or any distress. I felt your skin, your warm embrace, No words spoken as I kissed your face. This was not sex, we made love that night, Our bodies and hearts fit just right. The warmth of your arms as we embraced, Only outdone, by kissing the lips on your face. The wonderful climax we reached together, Bound us last night, today and forever. I heard you clearly as you called my name, My life now never would be the same. Yes, only a dream I had that night, But oh so real, and if felt so right. The warmth of your arms as we embraced, I wanted to stay right here in this place. You stared in my eyes, no words were spoken, You saw in my heart yours would never be broken. Then I saw your eyes glow big as a pearl, As my heart said, “You are my girl.”
Jiti came for fuck by AJ
Jiti and I started doing lesbian sex In the last story maid brought Jiti to my home so we can play. We started getting together once a week if not more. We were like s****rs. s****rly love was in the house when she come to our home. One day when we has finished having sex with each other we sat and talked. Jiti asked me how you will feel if I do sex with your husband. I said to Jiti I have no problem for sharing my hubby with you We are like s****rs. s****rs always share. We set the date for Jiti to come to our home. Jiti said just 3 of us I do not want maid Here. Jiti said she don’t hate maid but first time I just want just us three. I told AJ what Jiti said to me. AJ was very happy that he will fuck Jiti here in our home. AJ asked me what do I think about I fuck Jiti. I said to AJ we always done it together so it is not big deal for me. We also told maid about what Jiti want. Maid said that is good. She will enjoy with both of you On the set date time Jiti came to our home. We welcomed Jiti. We sat and talked bit while drinking tea. Jiti was talking with AJ about this and that. I got up and sat with Jiti. I started kissing her on the lips. She also started to respond to my kiss. I slowly removed her cloths the I removed my cloths. AJ was still sitting on the chair watching us. As we stood up we started to dance. Our moves of dance were very sexy. Jiti also got into rhythm. We danced for few min. AJ was massaging hid cock through his pants. I got behind Jiti and put my arms …
My first and more 3 some
Okay…let me tell you about the first time I had a 3 some experience…the 3 of us met at this local bar…. hubby and I got there early and I was d***k by the time his friend got there… was freaked completely out by it all. So Michael (hubby's friend) got there and started drinking and we were sitting in those little round booths in the bar.. I was in the middle. was wearing a short short skirt… with nothing under… of course! I was feeling really good and so I thought.. to hell with it all.. I'm going to go for it… so I leaned to hubby and planted a big sloppy kiss on him… then leaned to the other guy and did the same… that started it all – they had their hands all over me…. on my boobs – my skirt was up around my waist… my legs were spread and one was crossed over each of their legs… they had fingers all up inside me… playing with my clit… my pussy… my ass…mmmm! I was taking turns kissing them……..so that continued for a while….. then we decided to go to the hotel….. we rode together in Michael's truck… with me in the middle….. hubby got in the floor and was eating me….. the other guy had his hand between my legs… playing with my clit….. and I was kissing him while he was driving…..So we got to the hotel…. and we all went in to check in and I was still d***k and feeling very horny… so we were continuing to play even at the check in desk….. they both had their hands all over me and I was hugging them both, feeling their …
Discovering My Son Is Hung, Catching Him With His
My name is Trish and I am forty years old. I live with my son Brady who is six teen and my daughter Lucy who is seven teen. A couple years back my husband left without much reason why and its been just me and my k**s ever since. I try to be involved in their lives even more now since its just me but I still work a decent amount of hours to pay for everything we have. I have tried dating again and even though its never been an issue for me to get guys I just decided I wasn't ready yet. I have always had good looks, blonde hair, green eyes and a very nice body so guys naturally just flocked to me. Lucy always told me it was time for me to find another guy but I knew it would bother Brady who was close to his dad. Brady since his dad left seemed to clam up and became more shy then he already was. I spend more time with Brady because he is home while Lucy is out living her life with friends and doing the "Teen" thing. Brady tries to act normal around me but I can always tell something is bothering him and as hard as I try to crack the hard bubble he seemed to put up around him I never could. One day I was cleaning the house while Lucy was out and about and Brady was in his room playing video games when Brady came out to the living room and told me that he thought he had a rash on his leg. I went into mom mode sitting on the couch and asked him to show it to me. Brady stood not saying anything so I asked again to see it when he seemed to get real nervous "Its near my thing" he …
Wild Heart
Looking for inspiration Only a few words Listening to the sounds Wobbling and shaking There is music In the wind Songs of birds Soft and sweet The sun is shining Bright and warm Wherever I am Whether it is Far or near You are with me Close to my heart I am a dreamer And you have a plan For there is A far better love song Melodies of pleasure For you and me Whisper softly to me Like a sweet love song Sing it to my soul Make my heart Skip a beat A burning desire Arise inside me Like a moth To a flame My heart is wild And it wants to fly The beauty of Your voice so clear Holding me close Pulling me tight Letting me be Lost in your passion Let's make magic With our bodies Dancing so closely Under the bluest of skies
Cum bandit
I love the holidays. Every time we have a holiday get together my dad invites his best friend Jax to come and spend the day with us because he doesn't have any f****y in the area. Since the day my daddy befriended him I've wanted to know more about him than I should. He makes me feel pretty. The way he looks at me with his brow arched and his smile at half mast is almost an invitation of sorts. As the clock clicks nearer to time for everyone to arrive I start to put my makeup on. I know it's silly but I try to make myself look older. I'm 17 but Jax is pushing 40 and I doubt he has any idea what's about to happen to him if things go the way I plan. I don't want to make it any harder on him than it needs to be. I finish up just in time for the doorbell to ring. "AJ!" I scream as I fling the door open and jump up to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I clasp my hands and start to throw my legs up before I remembered I wasn't wearing panties. I don't think he needs to know that part yet, and I can feel my mother watching from the doorway. "Heya girly. You're such a lovely girl." He says while staring at my mother "and I know where you get I it from." Jax steps inside and gives the bags in his hand over to me so he may properly greet my mother. "Jax, you made it. Thomas said you might be in Boston for the holidays. We're so glad to see you. Come in!" There's something strange about the way my mother holds herself when he's around. Her posture is different. I wonder to …
Guys like it too
Hi my name is Josh, and I would like to tell you a story of how I met a woman who would become my wife, my lover, my best friend, and my equal. Now before I get into this story to much this is not one of those I met her we fell in love boom the end. No this is a story of me and all my sexual partners untill I met her. Men, women, and trannies all loved and lost for whatever reason so if you don't like listening to this sort of thing leave now. It all started when I was 16, I had a friend who's car was in the shop and needed a ride. She said that she was in need of a massage and it would only take 2 hours top's plus she would give me 10 for gas. Hell that was fine for me, so I drove her out to this little house and plopped down in a very comfertable chair and waited. After about 5 minutes a woman came out and asked if I had been helped. I just replied that my friend was getting a massage and I was just waiting. Nonsense she replied she grabbed my hand and led me to a room and told me to strip and she would be back in a minute. So I stripped and folded my clothes and laid them on a chair. I looked at my self in the full length mirror flexed a little and laid down and covered my ass with the towel provided. She returned with a vile of orange liquid and put on some soft music. She stood over me and began to drip the oil over my body, it was cold at first but began to heat up quickly. She rubbed down my back lightly scraping her finger nails down my body. She skipped over my ass …
The Taxi Driver
Masood, a 40 year old Pakistani pulled his taxi up in front of the address that the dispatcher had given him. It was 2am and this would probably be the last fare of the night. Then he would turn in the cab and go home to his wife and children, who would already be sound asleep. He gave the horn a short blow to let the person know that he was there. Two young men came out of the house. They had a young woman between then and they were having to help her walk. They opened the back door and half dumped her onto the seat. “She had a little too much to drink.” One of the guys gave Masood a twenty and told him the address to take her to. Masood looked back, the woman, she looked more like a girl, was awake but slumped in the seat. She was small. She was wearing a short skirt that was pulled up to where it almost exposed her crotch. She had on a thin blouse with a large open neck line. The blouse was disorganized to the point that one of her small snow white breasts was almost fully exposed. Masood asked if she was alright and she replied, “Fuck ya, I’m just great. That was one fucking great party.” The cab pulled out and headed toward the address Masood was given. A couple minutes into what was going to be about a ten minute trip, the girl said, in a very drunkenly slurred voice, “Shit, I’ve got cum leaking out of my cunt and asshole and it is getting all over your seat. Those fuckers kept my panties and bra. I’m sorry, Mister.” Masood did not like the idea of having to clean up …
Island Fever 4: Paradise – Chapter 01
[[[-IF4-P1.TXT-]]] —————- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: [email protected] M/F, F/F and a whole lot more —————- PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a sequel to "Island Fever", "Island Fever 2: Eternity" and "Island Fever 3: Matrimony". In order to fully understand this story and the unique situation that its cast of characters find themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with the previous three stories and their respective plot lines. In other words, if you are not familiar with this particular universe, please do not attempt to even bother reading this. All three prior stories can be found on this website. I had no intention of writing another sequel, but chose to do so due to reader requests and demands. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 01: "Utopia" ——————————————- -*- Monday, May 18, 2015 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- "Oh God, Krissy, that feels so good." "I could do this all day, you know." "I'd definitely have no complaints if you did." She giggled. "I'm sure you wouldn't." For the past hour, Kristanna had been perched on the floor in front of me as I relaxed in my favorite lounge chair, her blonde head mostly buried in my naked lap. My precious, most irreplaceable wife, Kristanna held the base of my hard, throbbing erection with her right hand, and leisurely sucked and lashed away at the length of it with her lips and tongue. The little, wet sounds that Kristanna made with her mouth as she orally …
Wife hookup with old lover.
I was so excited when I heard my old lover was coming back to town for a friends wedding. We had been very serious several years ago but life and career choices took him half way across the country so we both moved on to the next phases of our lives. He was a very caring lover and his cock was the best I had ever fucked. I am guessing it is about eight inches and proportionately thick. He has moderately dark skin tone on his cock and he has been cut. His head is a perfect bell shape. And his cum…I have only craved the cum from two dicks in my life and his was one of those. My husband agreed that I could meet him. No surprises there. We on very special occasions will hook up with old lovers. I wanted this to be very special. I arranged to meet him at a coffee shop near his hotel I dressed in one of me down blouse shirts and left to meet him. He still looked as good as I remember and we hugged and quickly kissed and then sat down and started talking old memories and catching up on the last few years. I new he was really getting turned on when we were in the coffee shop talking as I could see the bulge to his pants. I was very happy that while we talked he kept peeking at my nipple which he had not seen in years. He did not have any current girlfriend and I was getting very wet myself to hear that. I told him we need to make some new memories and we headed to his hotel. When we got to the hotel room I so wanted to suck his dick but my pussy was already so wet that when we …
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Because I have plenty of spare time while studying, I spent a couple of days in Brazil last month. My father though I deserved a little holiday. We were also invited to a wedding in Buenos Aires. My dad had predicted that there was a lot of nice things to see and he proved to be right. The women there were all beautifully dressed, one even more gorgeous than the other. And their looks… incredibly sexy and sensual. Their long, wavy hair, their wonderful shapes that were accented even more by their dresses. And best of all, of the several hundred guests, more than half were female! The table was arranged in such a way that my company consisted of only one couple, the rest were all girls. Daniela, one of them, was a real stunner. Her slim body was decorated with a pair of firm tits. She wore red shoes under a white dress that was semi transparent. It was down to her ankles but had a split up the side that went all the way up to her sexy hips. Black, wavy hair poured over her naked back, all the way down to her round behind that made her dress stretch around it. When the light fell on her in the right way you could tell she was wearing a red bikini string. Daniela was seduction in its female form. Dinner was as abundant as it was excellent. After the fourth course Daniela sat down next to me, put her hand on my leg and suggested we would take a breath of fresh air on the rooftop of the hotel where the party was being held. We took the elevator to the top floor together. …