Ok, to start off I'll give a small intro; My parents devorced when I was twelve years old because they had been fighting since my first brother was born. They had never really been happy together. That's for sure. My 2 brothers moved out when I was 14, being the youngest of 3 that left me home alone. The father I never had left for a younger girl ( although she was quite a catch I don't believe to bright ). So that left me living alone with my mom.. My interest was sparked when I was 14. Coming home from school I noticed my mom's car was parked in front of the house. Not giving it another thought because I was in the need for a shower, after breaking a sweat at Judo, I walked straight for the bathroom and barged in. My mom, whom I suppose was just going to take a shower, was startled and jumped up. By doing this she dropped her towel on the floor. She picked it up as fast as she could an threw it around her. During all this I was glued to the ground by the feeling beneath my stomach. I mumbled some excuses and turned around. I stood outside the door waiting for my mom to rush out and yell at me for not knocking. Though.. the shower turned on. After leaning in with my ear against the door to make sure my mom stepped in the shower I hurried to my room. I couldn't believe what i just saw.. It kept going true my mind in slow motion. There she stood. My mom! I never saw her like THIS! Pikking up her towel she gave me a perfect look over her thick, thight ass in the air. Although …
Finding new gangbang friends
We had a great thing going for a while. My wife was getting used by her Ex boyfriend Keith and all his friends and in return I got back a super horny cum filled wife to fuck all the time. She was getting more wild every time they had a gangbang or just a party and probably fucked over 100 guy last year alone most of them bare, black and let me clean up after. We got news that her Ex was transferred to S. Carolina so after a few more dates with him he left and so did all her fun. I always trusted him and know no matter how kinky it got she was safe doing it with him. We talked about finding a new guy and had a plan to go out to a bar and see what happens. She was getting ready and she suggested we go to a rough bar on the East side of town. I was worried already that she was getting to horny and what she wore would be to temping for most guys. She had on high heels, thigh high stockings, a very short skirt with no underwear and a shirt her ample breasts are ready to pop out of. As we drove to the bar my cock was already rock hard. We pull into a pretty unsavory bar and Kristi struts inside, everybody stares. We sit down at the bar and start taking shots while we survey the room. Most of the black guys inside are pretty thug looking, and were eyeing her like a piece of meat. Kristi is starting to get a little d***k by now and keeps glancing at the group of very large men. "You see one you like gorgeous?" I ask. "Uh huh," she replies huskily, " lets go play pool next to them." …
RASHIDS REVENGE : EPISODE 2
PLEASE READ EPISODE 1 FOR THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE ;P Meanwhile, Rashmi was whimpering and pleading to Rashid, but her voice had now lost all strength. She was lying on the mattress under the lusty man, her head to one side as she watched the rape of her daughters, her body limp, while Rashid fucked ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and luxuriating in his awareness that a really hot housewife was under him, receiving his penis in her still tight passage, which had only perhaps been used by her husband. Gradually, as he continued fucking her and Neetu received the RK's thrusts, a change came over her. She turned her head to look straight at Rashid. Then he put her hands on his back and grabbed him. The pleasure was starting to flow in her. She was compulsively following Rashid now, beginning to hump in small jerks beneath him. She was finally getting in the mood of being the man's fuck toy. Shalini noticed this and became even more ashamed. Rashmi groaned in excitement then, shocking her daughters as she wrapped her arms tightly around Rashid's neck, pulling his chest into the velvety softness of her beautiful white breasts. He bent forward and pressed his lips against hers. It was even more shocking to see that she was kissing him back, welcoming his probing tongue in her mouth, while sucking on it with her soft, red lips. Rashid grabbed her lips in his and sucked on them passionately. At the same time, he plunged his long cock in and out of her pussy hole, …
WEARING MOTHER IN LAWS UNDIES
I was at home on my day off and decided to ring karen up to see if she was free and up for some fun. I rang her up and the phone rang and went on to the answer machine. 'Dam it! she must be out' I thought to myself. I was feeling horny as hell, so I thought to myself that I would go round to karen's and go have a underwear and wanking session. I walked the short distance to karen's house and let myself in. I went up to karen's bedroom and opened her knicker drawer up and got myself undressed. I went thro her drawer looking at the various knickers. nice cotton ones, sexy lacey thongs and French knickers and acouple of pairs of support knickers. I decided on a nice sexy pair of lacey French knickers and slipped them on. I looked in the mirror in karen's bedroom, and looked at myself gently rubbing my hard cock thro the lace. I then looked in the other drawer which had karen's bra's and stockings in and took a pair of hold up stockings out. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped the stockings up my legs, god they felt good. I stood up and went to admire myself in the mirror and gently rubbed my hands up and down my stocking clad legs. mmmmm god I felt horny as hell. I then went into the en-suite bathroom to find the laundry basket, and rummaged in it until I found a pair of karen's dirty knickers. I held them up to my face and sniffed them. I took them and went and laid on the bed and gently rubbed my cock. 'hmmmm' I wondered to myself 'I wonder if father in law has any …
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 …
kitty earns forgivness
On a hot sunny day in July of 2013, I was having a bad day. I was angry at everything, and nothing was making me get into a better mood. My fiancé and I had been fighting all day long. I don't remember exactly what the fight was about, but I do remember what happened after with vivid detail. I walked into my room and she was laying there, in nothing but booty shorts and a sports bra. Her blond hair falling off of her shoulder. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes and asked, "Are you done being a dick?" "Not even close," I say to her aggressively. I look at her laying there, sexy as ever. For some reason when she was mad at me, I felt as if it where a deeper turn on then I could ever explain. I sat next to her on the bed and look at her. She pretends not to notice my hard stare at her. Without warning, nor knowing exactly why, I grab her neck and kiss her deeply. Closing my eyes as I kiss her, I can feel her tension. Electricity still in the air from our latest fight, I aggressively grab and massage her breast over her bra. She uttered a little moan that told me to proceed. She was breathing heavy, sweat already developing on both of us. I bite her lip, and suck her tongue into my mouth. Unable to stop myself, I reach down into her booty shorts and find her pussy, already soaked and waiting for me. I stop kissing her and bite her on her tender neck, feeling her blood pumping in my lips as I suck on her neck, sucking as I went. All the while my hand went to work. Using my …
Daddys reawakening – Chap 4
Chapter 4 – Business Trip I had slept like a baby after a night of the most exhilarating sexual experience I think I had ever had. However, I was startled awake by my phone ringing in the other room. I jumped out of my daughter’s bed and into my room, glancing back quickly at my little angel peacefully resting. Her white nightie was all twisted and pulled up, exposing her pink cotton panties and her flat tummy. She was on her side, in the fetal position, her butt sticking out and a hand between her legs. I noticed the mark on her neck had fully darkened, she was going to need to cover that up before she went to school today. I hoped she had the right kind of makeup or whatever for that. I grabbed the phone and answered, “Hello?” “Tony. I’m glad you answered. I wanted to catch you before you headed in to work today.” It was my boss. His tone was very serious. Why was my boss calling me? I started to panic. Somehow he knew. I was to be fired, arrested even… My hands began to shake… “I need a favor. Richard is sick as a dog and I need a good man to go on a short day trip. We have a potential client and I need someone smart and reliable to go and meet these guys and sell them on what we do.” A wave of relief washed over me. The tension and the shaking stopped and I turned into jelly and fell on my bed. “What about Logan?” I asked, referring to our companies lead salesman. I wasn’t even in sales. I was a product manager, though I had worked in quite a few other departments in …
A Very Merry Christmas – Part Five
I looked at myself in the mirror again. I did look pretty good, good enough that it wouldn't be an issue to attract a woman, but I was already aware it was me, not my appearance, keeping me from exploring things. Sarah stepped up behind me and pulled my hair from the back of the shirt and placed it over my shoulders and top of my chest. "Very nice." She said in my ear, "And those big doe eyes and big soft lips, no girl who appreciates women could turn you down." Her face was over my shoulder and her breath warm on my neck as she spoke. I looked at our reflection and thought we looked pretty good together. Another not so friendly thought and one her next remark did nothing to slow down. "You look like one of those pretty young kittens from those movies. I love those shy little things." She laughed, "Even though they're our age, they act so innocent." That made me think of her gift and an easy chance to ease away from her without looking awkward. "Hey you know, you cheated, so let me give you your gift now!" "I kind of wanted to talk to you first about something." "After you see what it is." I went over to my nightstand and carefully opened the drawer where I'd put the gift. Right behind it was my purple rabbit and a slim vibrator next to it and I didn't want her seeing them and busting me up. I removed the gift wrapped video and sat on the bed, "Come open it up!" Sarah swallowed the rest of her drink without batting an eye and sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of me, …
Valentine’s Day with a friend – Part II
Immediately after I spoke with Hildi I picked up the phone to make a reservation at my favourite restaurant. Unfortunately, every table was booked. And so were the ones at the next five restaurants I called. Damn… I decided we’d go a bit earlier to a local pub and maybe get a table there. If not, we could always just walk. I remember she loved walking — once we walked from one end of the town to the other. Took us like three hours, but we loved it. Our feet hurt, but we would do it all over again. The next day I called her in the morning. — “Hey you!” I said with a smile on my face. — “Hey!.” — “I didn’t wake up you, did I?” — “Umm, a bit.” she said laughing. “I’m still recovering from my trip.” — “Ahh, ok. Well, it seems every table is booked for tonight so how about we go to the Motor Pub around 6? Maybe we can get a table there before people start flooding in.” — “Yeah, sounds good. I actually love the mulled wine they serve there. I miss that.” — “Oh you’re right. I totally forgot about that. I can’t wait.” — “So I’ll dress casually then.” — “Yep, so it’s easier to undress.” — “Haha, cheeky cheeky. What are you planning?” she said laughing. — “Nothing. I only meant that in the sense that it’s easier to take your coat off in the pub.” I said with a playful grin on my face. — “Yeah, aha. Sure.” she said, obviously feeling amused. — “So, how about I pick you up at 5:30? It’s kind of a long way by bus.” — “Yeah, I’ll be ready then.” — “Ok, go get yourself a cup of coffee!” …
Retired – Chapter Two – Ranch
I had just finished getting ready for the day when there was a knock at my door. I was wearing my pistol in a hip holster. Mud was an open carry world. No one would even look at me twice for having it. I went to the communications panel and hit the button to call out to the foyer. “Yes?” “I have a delivery for a Mister Daemon.” “I will be right there,” I replied. As I headed for the front door, old habits took over. I removed the safety strap from my holster and clicked the safety off on the pistol. When I opened the door a young man stood there. “Sir, I have a truck and trailer package to deliver to a Mister Daemon.” “I am he.” “If you will just confirm your identity,” he said, holding out an identity pad. An hour later, I was just headed out the front door. My bags were in the truck and I had checked out. “Drake!?”, Lizell called out from behind me. I turned to see her in a tight fitting green dress. She was stunning to see. “May I help you?” “I am looking for the local recruiter’s office. Do you happen to know where it is?” “It was over on Empire Street last time I saw it. Hop in I will give you a lift over. It is on my way out of town.” As we approached my new white truck, we both were wide eyed. It was a heavy-duty hover truck with a long livestock trailer behind it. In the cargo bed, a small crane was mounted, and tool boxes lined both sides. “You must have came into town to buy a new truck,” Lizell said, as she looked at the brand knew half million credit set up. …
Cougar Summer
Cougar summer High school graduation would be in less than a month and I wanted to plan a fun summer before starting college. Not having a lot of money or a steady girlfriend, I was having trouble thinking about what to do. I did not want to just lie around the house and watch TV. Finally I came up with a plan that I thought might work. After several tries at writing an ad that might get me some fun times and action, I came up with the ad that I thought might work and posted it, and a photo of me from the neck to the knees holding my stiff prick in my hand, on several adult web sites that had members in my area. “Recent High school grad looking for fun times this summer with a sexy cougar to show me a fun time. I like to travel. I’m 5’11” and into sports so have a good hard, young body. My rock hard 7 inch cock will make you happy. Send me some sexy pictures and your ideas of what fun things we can do together.” The ad was not up more than a couple days before I started getting replies. I looked on my computer and found three email answers to my ad and over the next week there were twenty. The first one I looked at was from a woman in her mid 50’s. Where she said she lived was about ten miles away. She said that she lived in a nice house with a pool and a tennis court and that I would be welcome to come and visit her any time. Her picture showed her in a thin pink teddy. She was a little heavy and had big tits that you could tell drooped quite a bit. I hoped that I would …
We hate clothes – part 01
We hate clothes by Vanessa Evans Introduction: Twin girls never did like clothes, and now they’ve discovered their bodies. Part 01 Hi, my name’s Kate, I’m 16 years old and I live with my identical twin Jude, our brother Max, who’s a year older than us, and our father. We have a mother but she went to work overseas when we were 9 and we only see her about once a year. When I say that Jude and I are identical I mean in every way, face, build, hair, likes / dislikes, clothes, the lot. We are best friends and love each other dearly. Most people cannot tell us apart and we frequently get called by the other’s name. There is one difference in our bodies but not many people get to see it because it’s a little mole that I have right at the top of my right leg, just beside my pussy. If I had any pubic hair it would be hidden. We grew-up a happy family; albeit (I guess) a little different from your average family. You see, my mother and father never had any of these hang-ups about religion or social taboos. We’ve never knowingly broken any laws but we sure have broken a few un-written social rules. The main object of this story is our disregard for the social rules about nudity. You see our family doesn’t understand the concept of being a prude. When it comes to clothes it is, and always has been, wear them if you want; and don’t if you don’t. Of course there has always been the exception of having to wear them when we go out; after all we don’t want to end up in jail; but why …
Betrayed by Everyone Epilogue
Betrayed by Everyone -Epilogue Hey guys this is the last part for everyone who wants to see Ashley's humiliating, heart broken ending. Twisted fans leave those comments, and let me know if you want more or any other ideas. It was unclear how much time had passed since Ashley had fallen unconscious. As he slowly rose from the floor with a dull pain still lingering in him, the sun had almost set and he found the house completely empty. His eyes red and sore from crying he shuffled into his room and found a post-it note stuck to this computer's screen. "Check your e-mail" It read. By now Ashley had started feeling numb to everything that had happened, It was hard for him to cry anymore and the stench of piss still lingered in his clothes. The computer window slowly loaded as two new e-mails appeared in his inbox. Despite the numb feeling, heart ache was still able to shine through as the first e-mail read: "Mom comes to my birthday" and the second read: "Bon voyage, Virgin" Pulling off his stinking clothes, Ashley sat nude in his rotating chair as the clicked the first e-mail and opened the first of three videos. It was the same scene as before, his girlfriend on top of the table getting double teamed by his friends. Ashley's cock sprang to life at the erotic and familiar scene as she moaned and willingly accepted them. The camera now moved to show his friends eating his cake, laughing and having a great time without him. The memories of cumming inside the bathroom stall filled …
Loves last quatrain
I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face – a doleful mask – Proclaimed I had not met the task * 'To beat the wolves, my lover dear Do more than to the rules adhere I built a poem from Lego bricks When I was four, or five, or six…' * With love, he cast straw in the air Such meaning, passion, beauty there! 'Ne'er say again – ne'er use such tricks! – I built a poem from Lego bricks.' *
The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite
Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a story that I wrote some time ago. It was my first multipart story, in fact so, before you start reading, there’s some things that I’d like for you to know. First, this story is not meant to be racist in any way. As you read, you will notice that there is some mention of color, but this story was not written with the intention to be derogatory towards either character when it comes to their race. This story, like all of my stories, serves to assuage certain stresses and anxieties within my life. It is fictitious closure for me. In this case, my boss, who is quite similar to Anita, is the topic of frustration that I’m fictionalizing. This story is not based on truth. It is merely a “what if” scenario. Please enjoy, comment, and vote. I’d love to hear your feedback! Thank you… –NL P.S. I do not yet know how this story ends, and for that, I apologize. The Boss Lady: Part I “Jack I need to see you in my office,” Anita Jensen said in her typical tone; one that involved a mix of disdain for humanity, and just plain irritability; simplified, her tone was bitchy. Jack Lyons, the man that she was talking to in said bitchy tone, rolled his eyes, and wondered what the hell she wanted now. All he had wanted was to just be left alone to his work. He just wanted to type what he had to type, and write what he had to write, and then go home, but no; thanks to her, he now had to stop what he was doing, get up from his chair, and walk eight feet to her …
Joan #3
Joan and I flew home the morning after she had fucked Ted. We were both still excited about how it had turned out. That night we talked about it while we were having sex. Living out our fantasy had changed our sex lives for the better. Over the next few weeks, whenever we were horny, we'd talk about how to make it happen again. I had another business trip scheduled, this time to New Orleans. Joan said she'd love to come with me. The trip was on a late Wednesday flight. The plan was for me to work Thursday and Friday, then we would have some time to play. Joan spent Thursday in New Orleans, shopping, eating at a great Cajun restaurant and scouting for sex opportunities. We were alone at dinner that night and she told me about her day. She mentioned that she had heard about Mardi Gras and all the wild things that happened there. While she was talking, she got flushed and I asked her if it gave her any ideas. Joan said, "The idea of flashing my tits at a lot of strange men is very exciting. It makes me very hot." That night, we had hot sex at the hotel. I was talking about her flashing her tits and meeting some guy and wildly fucking him. Joan responded by grunting and talking dirty. "Look at my tits. look at my cunt. Ohhh, look at meee." We both came violently. We hugged, smiled at each other and drifted to sleep. On Friday, I worked all day. At dinner I asked, "How did the scouting go?" Joan said, "I found this club whose theme is Mardi Gras all year. Women flash their tits …
The First Time – Rosie & Steve part 1
Let me give you a little background on ourselves. I am 5' 9" and medium build, my wife Rosie is 5' 7", blonde, slimmer than me with nice 36D breasts and a killer pair of legs. We have never swung, nor have we ever cheated on each other. We have watched lots of porn though and she knows I've fantasised about her fucking another man. Due to a misspent youth and from smoking a lot of pot, my swimmers aren't as good as they should be, plus I suffer from performance anxiety, probably from punching well above my weight. Thanks to this though, I'm good with my mouth and hands, and I also have a prescription for little blue pills. Now, a few years ago, my wife and I were invited to my company Christmas party up North. John, a work buddy of mine, offered to put us up as his place for the night so we could share the cost of a taxi and also keep him company while his wife was at her Christmas do down south. As he only had a single bed in the guest room, he offered to sleep in there and let us have their bed, naturally we protested, we've spent many a night cuddled up in a single bed before, but John was having none of it. The journey down to the venue was uneventful, we chatted about work and who would be at the party, all while John was doing his best to not talk to Rosie's breasts. He did rather well too, considering the low cut top she was wearing. At the party we stayed in our little group, occasionally mingling with co-workers and their spouses, and dancing when the music was …
Secret Schooling 2
There she is! I had been worried when I lost her in the crows after school let out, but there she was now striding down the hallway after leaving the ladies room. She was the hottest girl in school, but also one of the most elusive. She used to date several of the jocks, but since she won the election for student council president she refused every guy who asked her out. That's what gave me the confidence to take this risk. She just had to be into me. We worked all the time with each other after school on the student council where I'd always been the treasurer, a thankless job no one else wanted, with all the real responsibility, yet none of the prestige. Nicole was beautiful and smart enough to take the job seriously even if she did have to keep the only other member, a lazy secretary named Simone who treated our work like a joke. I couldn't figure out why she didn't report her to have her removed, but I figured it was just she was to nice if a person and they were childhood friends or something. Today wasn't a meeting day, but that meant that we could speak alone. A few weeks ago I found a bunch of tables moved in the council room and she explained it was her fault as she had worked on a project. That's why I had waited for her now. We were completely alone. This was my big chance. With all my courage I stepped out in front of her, startling her. "David?" She looked around as if worried she was being followed. "What are you…" "Nicole, I love you!" I declared loudly. …
The New Girl
I never really considered myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter. I like men – I like their strength when their arms are around me, and most of all I like that certain "appendage" they carry between their legs! I do love cock and I thought there was nothing better in the whole world than being skewered on some hunky guy as he drills me with his hard, stiff cock. That is, until I met Lucy. She was going to change my views and open up a whole new world to me. Perhaps I should start this story by telling you a little about me. My name is Julie Bond, and I am a secretary for a major investment corporation. I am twenty-four years old, 5'4" tall with brown hair down to the middle of my back, and hazel eyes. Oh, and I measure 36D-24-35 for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing. I was working the day I met Lucy. She was a new employee to the company, and the head of our department looked to me to show her around and get her started. It was a pleasant break from sitting at the desk, so I happily agreed. I started out by showing her around the office. We went to the break room, I showed her where the restrooms were, and introduced her to a few of the people we would be working with. Next, I began showing her what she would have to know to do her job. How our filing system worked, the proper way to answer the phones, and how to forward incoming calls to their proper person. After a little familiarization, it was coffee break time. "Why don't we get out of …
Before Friends Shared Everything
Before Friends Shared Everything The glow from my monitor was the only light in the room. I sat, eyes transfixed, and silently pondered the message open before me. My heart raced, spurred on by the promise of a new adventure. Sure he seemed like a great guy, but at first glance they all do. Paula and I had found his stories first, reading them together and revelling in their raw honesty. Time and again, we always seemed to find ourselves going back for more. It wasn't long before we started exchanging messages with him. We talked often, the three of us. I loved the ease of it, how effortlessly the conversations just flowed. We talked about anything and everything. As it turns out, we all loved a good dare. I still remember that first night of dares, and how thrilling it was to be dared to strip naked in my yard and walk slowly to the back fence. My wife sat on the patio, snapping a few pics as proof that the dare had in fact been completed. Weeks had passed since that night. We now talked with Chris on a daily basis, as long as circumstances permitted. We had become very close in that short time, sharing so many details of our personal lives – names, addresses, phone numbers, careers, family. Despite this closeness we had found together, the message in front of me still shocked me a little. He wanted to meet us. He planned on staying at a campground near the small community where we lived. His message promised beer, cigarettes, and stimulating conversation – no strings …
جلنار جرد Jilnar Jardaly in Fuckland
Once upon a time, there was a very sexy and horny little slut called Jilnar Jardaly, who was having lots and lots of fun at her girlfriend's wedding day! After the beautiful ceremony, the reception was well under way and Jilnar, was having such a lovely day! She'd already fucked nearly all the male guests, as well as several of the female ones. Best of all, she still had a few more hours left in the day to seduce the rest and add them to her enormous and ever-growing list of sexual conquests. She decided to have a stroll in the beautiful garden to cool her perfectly delectable but aching and well-fucked ass, throat and pussy. Suddenly, she heard some excited voices behind the hedgerow. She peeked through and was delighted to see the groom about to get his cock sucked by the bride's mother, who now, of course, was also his brand new mother-in-law! Jilnar, ever the voyeur, could never pass up the opportunity to watch someone else indulging in some naughty and deliciously sinful sex. “Now you're my son,” purred the horny old mother-in-law, while undoing his pants and pulling out his stiffening cock, “You can call me Mommy. Does my baby want Mommy to polish his helmet? Hmmm? Are you ready for Mommy to suck your cock? Hmmm? Oh, what a nice big cock you have! You are a big, big boy, aren't you? Yes, my little girl's going to love being fucked by this. But, right now, it's Mommy's turn!” Before he could answer, his whole massive cock was sucked straight down the horny old …
I was just a toy
*WARNING: I've tried to write this story before and it is very, very long. But I feel like a story is in the details so I put in as much as possible from what I remember. In any case, this is a story I've been wanting to share with people (I've never told any of my friends or anyone else who knows me outside the internet), so here it goes. I was 1*, spring of '0*, *th grade. My b*****r was 1*, a sophomore. My parents were out of town and my b*****r Brad had a party. I had developed early, was a bit chubby but curvy and big boobs and my b*****r didn't like me being around when his friends were around cuz of how they looked at me. So I spent the night in my room listening to music and reading, fell asl**p, and woke up to knocking on my door. Three of his friends were there, Tony his best friend who I knew really well, Michael who I'd met a couple times cuz he was my friend Abbi's older b*****r, and some k** I'd never met before. They were d***k, told me Brad had passed out and they wanted to watch a movie and the DVD player downstairs wouldn't turn on (it was broken). I slept in a beater about two sizes too small and boyshort panties, they were all staring at my body, it made me kinda uncomfortable but horny cuz I'd started to develop a bit of a crush on Tony. I hadn't been much exposed to sex at the time, I'd seen some pics online which honestly grossed me out, found some of my b*****r's ****. I had a boyfriend at the time but we had only made out, I'd let him feel my boobs a …
Lil One – 4
Chapter One We have been at the ranch for about two weeks. We've stayed here because we were trying to stay away from lil one’s old Master. She had finally told me that he had been very cruel to her and abused her in every way. When I tried to find out more about him, he k**napped her and was probably going to kill her. We have been convalescing while her wounds had been healing. I had taken her as my submissive but we have been only having vanilla sex since we’ve been here. Its not that I didn’t want to, it's just that I didn’t feel that lil one was ready yet. She had fallen into a nice routine. She would clean and take care of the domestic chores, while we both shared meal preparations. We both had time to ourselves, but most of our time was spent together. She really enjoyed riding horses again, so much of her free time was spent doing that. I was really enjoying watching her get stronger and happier everyday. She seem to have boundless energy, almost c***dlike. Her excitement for things had no boundaries, and her quest for new things was limitless. On morning, lil one came to me after breakfast. She dropped down to her knees and asked why I never used her or continued her training as a pain slut. I told her I wasn’t sure she was ready. I didn’t mention that it was I who wasn’t ready. I had thought several times about initiating pain play back into her routine, but after seeing her restrained and being caned by her old Master, I just couldn’t make myself follow through. …
More than a spanking in the woods
It was early in the summer and there was still a lot of snow on the mountain peaks as I arrived in the parking lot at my favourite place to hike. I noticed that only one other vehicle was there and who ever owned it had good and expensive taste in automobiles. It had been a frustrating month at work and ever since I had broken it off with my boyfriend I was becoming very irritable, I only missed one thing from him and that was his ability to make my pussy happy. I had intended to just hike up to the trail head and back, then go home so I hadn't packed much in my small back pack. I was also not wearing very much, since I was so horny and frustrated I was only wearing a small thin top and a pair of shorts so snug and short they didn't fully cover my bottom. As I stated up the trail I could feel the cool air between my legs and realized that the thin strip of material between my legs was well soaked with my pussy juices, I laughed at my self saying you dirty girl you are much more horny than you had thought. The hike to the top takes about three hours so I figured I had plenty of time to get up and back before it got dark, you did not want to get caught out there in the dark with only one little survival hut on the whole trail and hard to find at night. It was such a beautiful day though that I did start to loose track of time. Reaching the top and not seeing any signs of the other hiker I decided to do something very naughty. I sat down in a bed of wild flowers leaned back …
My first gay experience.
(this is the true story of how i had my first gay experience on a school trip) I was in high school, and i was about to go on the school trip to germany. I was really excited to go and ejoy my week off, until i found out one previously unmentioned fact in the trip meeting, that we would be sharing rooms with two other boys. I had recently started masturbating about guys, and was desperate to feel the thrill of giving another guy head, so desperate i had spent the last two weeks in my room every evening, sucking on the rounded back handle of a hairbrush whilst my dick grew harder and harder in my boxers, then sliding it into my tight teen ass and cumming over my toned young body. When i found out I was going to be sharing a bed with a guy, i was filled with dread and excitement.What if i got hard in the night and they noticed? What if they got out of the shower while i was getting changed and my desire to submit was too much? I was so panicked i did the only thing i could, i left the trip meeting and made my way to the boys toilets to imagine myself on my knees in the hotel room , my mouth full and my chest covered in cum. A week later and i was there, the hotel room. I had spent the entire journey wondering just who i would be sharing the next week with, which two guys would i be sl**ping in the same room as? The coach journey had been one long guessing game as i looked from guy to guy, imagining myself bent over in front of them, my tight ass ready… My room was number 12, …