It had been a beautiful week and the weekend was looking to be even more beautiful. My wife and myself were at my mother in laws' house for dinner on a Thursday evening. My wife was talking to her sister about the annual weekend away they do with their dad. They were both not pleased that it was on one of the hottest weekends we'd had for most of the summer. As my wife and her sister talked, my mother in law asked me what my plans for my weekend on my own were. I told her that I had lots of painting on the garage and re staining of the fence I wanted to get done. Other then that not much beside cutting grass and if the night was not too windy I might sit in back yard and listen to some music and have a Bon fire. So the dinner and conversation continued and after dinner we all hoped in my truck and went to caught a movie at the theatre. Once the movie was over and we head back to drop the in laws off. My mother in-law suggested if I need a hand at all with painting she'd be glad to help. Once we got home the wife suggested it would lbe a good idea for her mother to help, she loves to paint and it would save me a ton of time and she'd probably cook dinner for me as well. So the wife called her and asked if she'd was free tomorrow, as well too remind her sister that their dad would be picking her up around 430pm. Once she was off the phone she told me that I could pick up her mom tomorrow morning, just to call before I headed over. As well that she'd be up around six am, so …
Becoming Daddys Little Halloween Princess
Becoming Daddy's Little Halloween Princess I was always envious of the pretty, sexy silky clothes my three older sisters got to wear, and even during early childhood found the laundry hamper to be my favorite play pen as I could wallow in the feel and smells of their discarded intimate underthings. Not only did I sniff and fondle their underwear, but in the privacy of the bathroom, I would try on my sisters' bras, panties, and slips and prance and pose in front of the mirror, causing my little willie to get so hard it would poke out from under their tiny little bikinis and thongs. I was the youngest of the family, and my older sisters enjoyed "babying" me as a child. They sort of treated me like a doll, dressing me up, playing with me. I have always been petite for a boy, small boned, and instead of ever being called "handsome," I would frequently hear people calling me "cute" or even "adorable." I have naturally long eyelashes and blue eyes. I love my blonde hair, and have always hated to have it cut, so I wear it long, past my shoulders. Particularly when people come at me from behind, I am often mistaken for a girl, maybe because, despite being a boy I actually have a shapely bottom that from behind definitely makes me look like I have a feminine figure. Often, I thought of myself as just "one of the girls," along with my sisters. I always preferred traditionally girly activities and never went in for rough-housing or sports. There was only one Man of the House in our …
Ribecca, Debra and Jessica
At last the day arrived when her mom would take her to aunt Ricky. She was super excited. She loved going to her aunt Ricky's. She was a bit older than mom, which made her just over forty. Unmarried, she lived alone in a nice apartment in the next town, about an hour's ride from Jessica's home. She was quite different from her mom, much more a free spirit, given to wild colors and extravagance, always a fun person to be with, always with a quick joke or a smile for Jessica. She had always been a presence in Jessica's life, the “other aunt” always ready to play with her, take her out, or have some kind of fun. Jessica knew her mom and dad had some problems, and that she was being left at aunt Ricky's so they could go for some counseling at a retreat to try and save their marriage. She was glad she was out of the house, things were tense between her mom and dad. Sometimes she felt it was her fault. Aunt Ricky was outside when they arrived. She was tall, a bit taller than mom, and had a kind face, grey-green eyes, high cheekbones and a squarish jaw. Her mom had always called her a bit mannish, in a half-envious half-admiring kind of way. Jessica didn't know why her mom felt like this, they both were quite attractive women. She had also sensed there was something her mom wasn't telling her about aunt Ricky. She didn't care much, she loved aunt Ricky. She always took her shopping when she visited – she had no k**s or a f****y so she always had money to spend and had a good job as …
My stepmother Elisabeth
Hi, my name is Jay. I am 24 years old and I am born and raised in the Netherlands. I've been living on my own for about a year now. Before that, I lived with my dad and my stepmother. My dad got remarried seven years ago with Elisabeth, my stepmother. Elisabeth and me, always have had a good relationship, even though she is my stepmother. My dad is a project manager and was always making a lot of hours, so me and Elisabeth got really close in the years that I lived with my dad and her. Even though I still call her Elisabeth, I kind off see her like my mom. Especially because my biological mother was never really in the picture after the divorce. The past week my dad was on a business trip, because of a big project. My dad asked me if I could visit Elisabeth a few times in the week that he was gone. I, of course, had no problem with that and asked Elisabeth if she thought it would be nice if we had dinner together that Thursday. She was really exited about that and told me she wouldn't mind it if I came over the whole week for dinner. So we decided that I would come over after work to have dinner with her, which would be better than both of us eating alone at home. Thursday It was around 6 pm when I arrived at my dad's and Elisabeth's place. She opened the door the moment I got out of my car. "Hi Jay," Elisabeth said to me with a smile on her face. "Hey, how are you?" I asked her while I walked to her and kissed her on the cheek. While I kissed her on her cheek, I could …
GIRLFRIEND WATCHES
(Let’s listen in on these people telling this amazing ‘true’ story into a tape recorder. The daughter ‘Brenda‘ explains first….) …..I’m Brenda and wanted to write a story about all this, so I taped it, so I could remember it all. I was still stunned that my plan had worked so well. All four of us, (a few mixed drinks,) and I got them to reveal their inner thoughts about all that had happened into my tape recorder. ————- …..We all sat in the living room and I told everyone I was going to write a story about all that had happened. I was taping it to help me remember it all. I gave them all fake names. We all were relaxing. Everyone smiled with no objections. …..I started the tape, not using our real names of course, and began talking….. ———————————————————– …..My brother ‘Jack’ and I, I’m ‘Brenda‘, soon knew about our dad, ‘Mel’s new girlfriend ‘Carmine‘. She had this little fetish of liking to watch Jack and I. …..In our bedrooms, shower and the more skin showing, the better. It was kind of creepy at first. If we undressed, showered or showed lots of skin, she seemed be right there to watch. Dad had shown her porn, but she said once she’d watched people ‘live‘, nothing else took it’s place. Dad told us both privately, ‘just let her do it, it makes her happy and It doesn’t hurt anything.’ …..She was always in a nightgown herself, or see through something. She didn’t wear a bra or panties. She was built real good with nice size …
Take My Picture by loyalsock
Jake, your two thirty is here," Kiki informed her boss, photographer, Jake Klein. Without looking up from the proofs he was reviewing, he replied, "Set her up in studio three, and get the lighting set up!" "Sure thing, boss," Kiki replied, "you're gonna enjoy this one, she's a stunner!" Hearing that, he put down his viewer and said, "Well in that case, get the video camera started, after all, she said she wants to be in pictures, so let's not disappoint her!!!" Ten minutes later Jake breezed into studio and three and with an extension of his hand said, "Hi, I'm Jake, and you've already met my assistant Kiki, and you must be Angela!!!" From the way her small hand was shaking, Jake could sense that Angela was really nervous about posing, and he took great pains to ease her fears! "Say," he said smoothly, "you are a very beautiful woman, and these pictures are a gift for your husband!?!" Angela shook her head and replied, "Our tenth wedding anniversary is coming up, and I decided to give Dave, he's my husband, some intimate photos of me as a sorta surprise!" "Well," Jake intoned brightly, "lots of women are doing just that very thing, and just between you and me, their husbands or boy friends just love it!!!" "Oh, I hope so," Angela opined nervously, "I so much want to make him happy!!!" "Whatya say we start off with a few of you in the clothes you have on now, just to get you used to being in front of the camera," Jake suggested! "Uh, okay," Angela answered in a relieved …
Kays Beach Adventure
Kay’s Beach adventure It was mid morning on a beautiful sunny day, as Kay strolled along the deserted beach. The sky was clear except for a number of noisy gulls flying overhead and the sea smelt fresh. Even the warm sand between her toes felt good. She only had a couple more days to go….before she would be classified as “exempt”. The feelings of relief and freedom were overwhelming. She found a suitable spot and spread out her towel. Moments later she had stripped off her summer dress and lay down on her towel in her favourite green bikini. Her lithe young fit body, soaking up the Sun’s rays…..God she felt good. Sometime, later, she began to have an uneasy feeling…like she was being watched. She couldn’t explain it ..and it bothered her. She lazily opened one eye and looked around. as she focused there was someone stood close to her. A gangly untidy youth , standing about 20 feet from her. She opened the other eye and stared back at him. He looked around 15 or 16…but there was something odd about him….You know…when someone is not all there…their facial features are not quite symmetric ?. He was unashamedly starring at her and she could tell he was mentally removing her tiny green bikini. His face was a mask of hunger and lust. She felt apprehensive. She was used to her well proportioned , firm body being attractive to both men and women. In fact, normally she rather enjoyed being the centre of attraction……but this kids stare was scarry !!!!! After a moment or two..her …
Unwanted attention – Chapter 1
Chapter 1 My name is Jasmine and this is my story….. I always considered myself to be just a regular girl. I have a brother, James, who is two years younger than me and the sweetest kid you could ever meet. When I was little I liked to ride my bike, play with dolls and with the other kids in the neighborhood just like everyone else. They say that girls mature sooner than boys but for me that just isn’t true. Even now I am rather immature and quite childish and very girlie, but my body went a slightly different direction. It started developing at an early age. At about 10 years old my breasts started growing and although this is not that unheard of, for me it was a reason for discomfort. My friends were a bit curious about them, and what 10 year old wouldn’t be… They weren’t that big yet, about the size of apples, perky and with nipples the size of quarters, but for a girl my age they definitely stood out (literally). It was summer break and we have just finished 3rd grade. My friend Katie was having some of us over at her pool for the day. I was in my room trying on my bathing suit when my mom heard me throw some stuff on the ground and become quite frustrated. She came in to check on me and I was standing in front of my closet with my bathing suit half on, the bottom part was on covering my butt and up to my flat belly. She asked what was going on: “It doesn’t fit anymore, it just doesn’t.” I said “OK, why don’t I try to help you, you haven’t grown much since we bought this …
Painless Love Chapter 2
I feel like my very own heart is bleeding—or is not it? I can’t be late for this interview with Keyshawn. No way. This is something big and more important than I have ever done before. Of course! She is not the highest, top-most celebrity that I have ever interviewed. Not certainly! Whoops! I have to make my leave right now—right away, without any slight or tiny tad bit sort of delay. Yep-yuppy! It is dark and dreary-like outside here. The sky is all this limitless and boundless. I can feel the cold bite and chew into my flesh as I walk in the early night that is so packed and thronged with so many people huddling and bustling about. I feel kind of bored and very much ill at ease. Thus I fetch my iPod music player, then carefully plug in my earphones, and start playing on some slow but romantic track of music. In this life, can we ever live happily and blissfully without romance? Of course! Easily and painlessly still as a matter of fact. No wonder I have to enjoy being single for this little bit while before I start to belong and be hold in the tender and caring and affectionate arms of someone else. Yuwl! I am supposed to walk and move faster than I already now am advancing. I hardly and barely don’t know why I am going so slowly and unhurriedly. I guess that I am tired. I like my things done fast and brilliantly smart. Before now, I was a tediously slow and laggard person whom someone could hardly yell and snap at—pointing out at how much of a tortoise and less more of a …
A Hard Nights Work
Two months since my promising career in banking had crashed and burned. Two months since that fateful day when our department manager had called all the interns to the conference room and shattered our lives. The bank was very sorry but business needs dictated that they relocate the business to a country with more favourable tax and business regulations. The senior management would relocate too and quite a lot of the middle management, but the interns? Well it was nice knowing us and thanks for all our hard work, blah blah blah. My severance package was all but gone; it was hardly generous to start with. The banking market was flooded with graduates and snagging a new career was not going to be easy. The interns that I had kept in touch with were now taking jobs as waiters, bar staff etc. and me? Well, this career opportunity was not going on my Facebook page anytime soon. It was my second week waitressing at a new sports bar, and I was still trying to feel comfortable in the new uniform: black baseball boots, thigh high black sports socks, really clingy Lycra shorts and a silky skin tight basketball vest that was knotted beneath my breasts. Don’t get me wrong, I’m tall and taut, a real gym bunny, until the corporate membership was cancelled. Long in the leg and full in the bust with 34d boobs and a real tight ass. But it’s a long way from designer business suits and heels. The job wasn’t too bad, even if you did end the shift sweaty and aching. But the hours were actually …
f****y Fuck
AUTHORS DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE EMULATED OR TAKEN AS CONDONING ANY SEXUAL ACTS WITH MINORS OR bl**d RELATIVES. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AUTHORS NOTE: i will absolutely appreciate any dick/tit/pussy/asshole pics/stories. preferably if theyre actually of yourselves. Dont be afraid to message me! 🙂 and i will write a story for any hot ideas you may have. AUTHORS DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE EMULATED OR TAKEN AS CONDONING ANY SEXUAL ACTS WITH MINORS OR bl**d RELATIVES. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AUTHORS NOTE: My name is Mariah, 22 yrs old and a lover of all things sexual 😉 if you like this story and feel like you want someone to listen to your filthy fantasies, then im your gal 😀 **** My name is Alyssa. When my story started, I was 10 years old. Barely a girl, but that, my friends, was that start of the sexual adventure that is my life. My father was a huge, highly attractive man. 6'2 with sandy blonde hair and a physique to die for. Of course that meant that his dick was equally as impressive, being 6" when soft and a whopping 10" when hard. as a c***d, I had felt his dick through his pants and wondered what it was, but i never had the chance to ask. Until my 10th birthday. That was a day I will never forget for as long as I live. I barely had any tits and my pussy was still small and hairless. Innocent for only until that day. i came home from school that day to walk in on my parents having sex. I saw my father, …
Shredder – part II
Before he could react, she knelt up, slid to the foot of the bed crouching, one foot on the corner of the bed, the other on the floor, one hand grasping the bed for balance as the other one was free. She spat the chunk of penis in her free hand and looked at it carefully. Eddie was lying on the bed, wide-eyed, white with pain and shock. His free hand reached down, disbelieving, staring wildly as he held his fingers in front of his eyes, dripping blood. His mouth started to form an ‘O’ to speak when she looked him in the eye. “Eddie, you really piss me off,” she said flatly, “and you really pissed me off the way you killed Sandy like that. I had plans for her.” She raised the half penis to her mouth and licked it, blood on her lips, then took it in her mouth and swallowed hard as she gulped it down. “You made some big mistakes asshole… One, you never take the bitch I have marked for my own kill. Two, you never fuck me without permission. Three, you destroyed the best part… you lost my support when you tore apart her pussy… that’s always what I eat first. The flavour is delicate, it only lasts while it’s nice and fresh. Four, you never fry, you broil, bake or stew them for the best flavour. Five, you raped my ass. Six, you trusted me too soon. Seven, you let me cuff you.” She reached down and picked up his pants, retrieved his key ring and trying a couple, undid her leg shackle and clamped it on Eddie’s right ankle, so his legs were crossed and he couldn’t kick. “Eight, …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan
Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Cast of Characters Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought. Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle's First Wife. Kidnapped by Zaritha and taken to the Hidden Realm. Fatima Unmei : Kyle's younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart. Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle's long-time girlfriend turned third wife. Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle's fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind. Britney Kingston: Kyle's best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw. Enemies Principal Burke: The identity assumed by Alphonse of Toulouse, a nine-hundred-year-old knight. A warlock serving Hecate. Killed by Kyle. Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy. Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza's soul when she died. Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. Joined Kyle's harem to cement her alliance to attack Burke. When Burke was killed, she kidnapped Aaliyah and took her to the Unseen …
The Promise
Brody dropped the case files on Rebecca Johnson's already buried desk and laughed. "Here you go, busy-bee. You got some catching up to do." She could smell the cloud of body spray following him when he moved. Eau de Asshole, she thought and smiled, her eyes stinging from his acrid musk. Brody had been in her law school class, but now he was her superior at work. It was unfair, but she knew he'd ended up as second chair on some important cases purely because he went out with the guys after work. Drinks with the boss was a time-honored way to get ahead of your coworkers, and Brody played every card in his hand to climb the ladder. She'd bested him in grades and in mock trial in school, and she consistently turned in better, more thorough work here in the office. On every metric that should matter, she could take him. Yet here she was in the fog of his cologne, staring at the pile of discovery documents he'd dropped on her. Just in the act of delivering them to her, he'd played it up to feel like her boss. Psych-outs and power-plays were the norm in any law office, especially for the young turds who wanted to make their name. Rebecca wanted to make hers, and she was fast deciding she'd also like to ruin Brody's in the process. She knew it was petty. Daydreaming about Brody getting hit by a car or keeling over and dying from eating someone's stolen lunch again wasn't very nice. Brody wasn't worth her very precious time, especially if she was going to get familiar with the …
Dance Fan
When I am on stage I feel like I am in vacuum. My fellow dancers almost seen like they are surreal, the audience is dimly light to the point that they are blurred faces. I often feel like I am alone moving with the music, feeling it's vibrant impulse on my body. My senses are alive; when it is going good I feel it in my heart. A feeling of completeness a feeling of joy. On opening night last winter that whole experience for me changed, and changed in a way that it will never go back. It changed with a glow of a face in the crowed. A face that stood out where faces never have in the past. A soft beautiful face with a glowing smile, warm, inviting and intriguing. It took me out of my rhythm and subsequently helped to contribute to one of my personally worst performances. Oh, while everyone congratulated me on another great performance I knew better, and I knew because I didn't feel it nor sense it. Rather my mind and body were focused on that face. As we stood in finale and bow to the audience I looked for the brightness I so was so intrigued by. It had vanished, however, gone like the passer by who you feel and want to approach but have gone never to be seen again. My heart sank, knowing that this too was one of those times. And now a bad performance and all had gone for naught. I went through the normal routine after the show, turned down a few invitations from friends to hang out; I frankly wasn't in the mood. Upbeat nonetheless after much fanfare over the overall …
When will normality return…
Having been caught and transformed into my wife's house keeper, the initial excitement wore off. We now slept in separate rooms and I was continually being told what to do. My wife often came home late from work and whilst serving her supper I was convinced I could occasionally smell another man. Part of me didn't care as I was living out my dream of being a full time transvestite. Less than a week had gone by and my breast development was coming on well. I was close to out growing my bra and suspected I would be going up a size soon. I was ordered to remain dressed each day and to never wear male clothes again. One particular sunny morning the phone rang an when I answered, it was Margaret from opposite, her and her husband James, frequently went away and I, being retired took their post in and watered their immaculate garden. How are you Simone, she asked. I was shocked to be called by my femme name. Your wife asked me to check up on you and see that you were dressed. I popped over earlier and could see you walking around dressed. James is driving me nuts today as he is bored. Can he pop over and put your bins out, I know your wife has asked you to limit your public appearances. My mind was spinning. Of course, I said, I'll open the side gate. I put the phone down, checked my appearance and although not fully convincing I was 80% of the way there. The grey pencil skirt hugged my hips and it was plain to see I was wearing suspenders and stocking. The faintest see through …
Birthday Sex-t
Usually I never gain the attraction of any women my age, but I was told turning 18 would change everything. It started off as any other day, as I sat at the dining table with my right arm around my cousins chair. We were both nose deep into our phones. With the slouching angle I was sitting at. I started to notice that my cousin would look down towards my basketball shorts. We've been close for some time now, and have gotten even closer over this summer break. Our parents trusted our close relationship. Being we made fun with twisted jokes. Occasionally playing the penis or vagina game in public, where the volume of our voice builds each turn while mentioning either word. As she took another glance down, I caught sight of her phone. She had a photo of breasts on her screen. Very perky, with each areola a perfect circumference around the nipple in my opinion. Few bumps made it too authentic to be online. Without notice my dick began to grow. She almost jumped in synch with my bobbing erection, and looked back at her phone. With a quick flick to the left with her thumb. The perfect picture was gone, to display a picture of her in a sun dress. She looked back at me and smiled stating she forgot to erase some pictures. Fresh out of a relationship, I could only wonder how far the lucky bastard got. A late shock wave ran through my mind. I just seen my cousin's tits, and they are better than most porn stars I know. Spending my time as usual teens I hang with. My days consisted of …
fictional bookstore encounter
This is a completely fictional story of an encounter that I have thought about for some time. I use to masturbate a lot to porn magazines and in doing so got turned on by the thought of having sex with a shemale, since there are a lot of ads in the magazines concerning phone sex with shemales showing very nice pictures of shemales and their beautiful packages. Where I live there is only one place that I know of that have shemale magazines with stories and pictures to masturbate to. Everywhere else there are plenty of porn magazines but none pertaining strictly to shemales. It is a little drive but I thought one day that I will make that drive and pick up some of these magazines. This particular store has only magazines, toys, and DVD`s. No movie theatres, no glory holes or anything that might attract a large number of customers. When I got there, it was empty except for the girl behind the counter. While there I checked out several things before I finally picked out several shemale magazines. When I went to pay for them the girl asked me if I really enjoyed shemales. Of course I had never been with one so I had to tell her that I would really love to have sex with a shemale but that the opportunity had never come up. She started smiling and asking some personal questions about what I would do if I had a chance to be with one. The more we talked the hornier I got. My cock was really getting hard at this time just thinking about it. In the course of the conversation I also let …
Notes from a filthy 90s teenager….
Back when I was a dirty teenager in the late 90s As a teenager I was always extremely horny. I mean I had it real bad, I used to have to go and wank my pussy in the toilets at school during the day, I'd been raiding my dad's porn stash for years, and increasingly I was beginning to tease men on the train on my way to school, by opening my legs up wide and letting them see my white knickers. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that I was a horny little bitch. My parents were constantly going at it, I could hear them fucking from my room all the time. I used to listen to them and frig my young little cunt with my hairbrush. Basically, I was getting to the stage that to get off they needed to be dirtier and dirtier, I needed to feel like a really nasty slut to make myself cum. Which is maybe why I latched on to the ultimate taboo of all, wanking over my daddy. I'd always suspected that my dad let me look at his porn by tacit agreement. He wouldn't try very hard to hide his magazines, my favourites were always the ones with readers wives, or Razzle or basically ones where the women looked filthy, and you could tell how much they loved it. Special treat though was when the new Barely Legal came out. I'd let my dad have it for a few days and then I'd sneak it out of his room. Fuck, I'd be wet with anticipation all day at school waiting to open it, knowing that my dirty old dad had been wanking his cock over young girls like me. I'd keep the magazine for a few days and then put it back, …
Anyone Home
“Anyone home.” Not that I was expecting there to be anyone home at this time on a Friday I suppose it was just a habit. I scooted upstairs, It was great finishing early on a Friday, the weekend seemed a whole lot longer, mind today’s bus trip seemed to take forever. Why did I taken the number 26 instead of the usual number 22? Not something I plan for the future. It wasn’t a totally wasted journey though, thinking about what might be going on behind the closed chintz curtains and or those oh so fashionable blinds did get me in the mood. The mood… it was also why Friday afternoon alone was good, very good in fact. I felt guilty the first time I did it, but like most things that are portrayed as non-conventional there is that risqué element you just might be caught. Not the first time but certainly for a few times after it heightened the thrill. In case you are wondering what I mean, I’m taking about masturbation, wanking or solo sex. The chance to rub, stroke and poke myself to an orgasm whilst thinking about someone or something rubbing, stroking or poking me. It’s become a bit of ritual now, straight upstairs to my room, lock the door, close the curtains, and undress to my frillies before placing a folded fluffy towel on the arm of the chair. I suppose I should explain this last bit or you would have me down as certifiable I would think. It all came about one morning after a shower, I was feeling a little naughty, been without it for a while so my box was ticking. I had …
Daddy Kisses are Heavenly
Lynn…. I was back in my bed now, rubbing my pussy. Trina came and crawled in bed with me naked. She snuggled up to me and ask me if I saw everything. I told her ‘Yes!’, and how hot it was. “Your daddy showed me so many new things. I’ll never forget this night. I wish you could have him do it for…. would you want him to do that to you?” she asked. Of course I said “Yes!” She smiled and said: “Oh Lynn,…. he gave me the mega hots and tingles. His tongue can do things to my pussy I never dreamed of. I’m pretty sure I had one of those ‘orgasms’, because it felt so damn good. Getting to feel his big hardon was so awesome and sucking on it got me so hot. I didn’t know guy’s cum came shooting out and your daddy’s was hot in my mouth. The taste was exciting and I had to swallow before he put my mouth back on it. It was warm and I liked the feeling. She had a plan. She would play like she was my daddy and ‘do me’ like he did her pussy. We turned out the light and got under the covers. She took off my nightie. She laid me down on my back and started feeling my titties. She pretended she was my daddy and tongue kissed me. I started getting those hot feelings again. She moved down and sucked my titties so hot. She kept going down and parted my legs wide. She did to me what he did to her. I felt her tongue going up and down my already wet slit. It was awesome as she licked and rubbed my clit. Her tongue was warm and wet as she now put her fingers inside my pussy. My hips started moving …
A sexy Romp through Space-time
So I was bored and a friend dared me to write this story. It is a bit twisted but I think it is entertaining. It is an unedited once over so if it is rough in places I apologize. If you read it, let me know what you think. OF WIZARDS AND STARSHIPS A SEXY ROMP THROUGH SPACE-TIME A cold and bitter wind blew through the darkened English countryside, carrying the promise of snowfall before morning. Across the land, Muggles and Wizards alike wisely chose to avoid the winter weather and instead found things to do indoors where it was safe and warm. Despite being wrapped in numerous layers of defensive magical spells, the recently rebuilt Hogwarts academy was not immune to the effects of the late December weather. At this late hour, most of the teachers and students had retreated to their beds to hunker down and get a little sl**p before the busy day looming on the horizon. Tomorrow was the first day of winter break and most of the students would be returning home for the holidays, to celebrate with friends and f****y. Hermione Granger lay awake and restless in bed, her long curly red hair was damp with sweat while her pale naked skin burned with desire. Though she was alone in her bed, six other young women slept all around her, the entire female senior class of Gryffindor. At nineteen, Hermione was actually a year older than the other girls in age but a lifetime ahead of them in experience. If life had gone as planned, she would have already graduated by now but she had spent …
The Joy of Anal Sex
From the first day I laid my eyes on her, I wanted her. I had recently been transferred from the corporate headquarters in New York to head up the San Francisco office. I arrived on a gloomy, foggy Monday morning in July. Traffic was creeping along because of the fog, and I was certain to be late. Not a good first impression for the new boss man to make on his employees. Especially when I was sent there primarily to get the place back in order after the previous manager had let the place fall apart! Despite 'Frisco's best efforts though, I made it to work just in time and after taking the elevator to the fifth floor, the door opened to a large open floor with rows of small office cubicles. "Hello, can you show me where the manager's office is?" I asked the first person I came to once the elevator door opened. The guy grumbled as he pointed to a formidable wood door at the end of a row of cubicles. I went down the row and entered the office. Putting my briefcase down on the desk, I began unpacking the things I needed and setting up my new office. "Can I help you sir?" a female voice behind me said. I turned around to see the most incredible specimen of womanhood I had ever seen. Joy was 24 years old, about five foot six inches tall, with chestnut brown hair and an amazing 36-24-38 body with fake (but very nicely done) tits. She had a face like a fucking doll – hell, she looked as if she’d stepped out of a porn movie. "Yes, I'm sorry, you caught me off-guard. My name is …
Bondaged and fucked at a hospital: pt1
I was watching a baseball game with my cousin Jackie who was 15 and it was an unusually hot day for which I hadn't fully prepared for since I was young and head strong to say the least. It was half way through the game and I had run out of water but I didn't want to take my cousin's water or miss the game so I stayed in the intense heat without any water as Jackie continued to sip from her bottle of water. I didn't want to alarm her or miss the game but I was starting to feel dizzy. Sure enough, as I touched her shoulder to tell her I wasn't feeling so good I fainted and fell out of my seat landing on the floor where I blanked out… When I woke up I grunted feeling my head with my hand, "Uhh… my head… Wh… Where am I?" I looked around the familiar looking type of room and quickly realized that I was in a hospital room, alone. As I looked at myself through the mirror directly in front of the bed I lay on, I removed my hand and I saw the big bandage on the corner of my forehead. I then saw the big clock above the mirror and noticed It was morning time, 8:32am. I said to myself, "Oh wow… How long have I been…?" I paused for a brief moment after I shuffled around a bit when I heard a noise coming from under my white hospital gown. I looked down at the loose article of clothing as I regained all my senses and I folded back my gown to confirm my belief of what it could've been. I pulled the gown up passed my thighs and I gasped pulling the gown up further as I stared in …
Little Tommy part 2
Warning, this story contain various sex, if you don't like this type of story hit the back button now. In fact perhaps you should leave this site. The tags are there for a reason. There are minor changes to the second chapter. I have omitted any reference to their true ages, so everyone in my made up story is ‘OVER THE AGE OF CONSENT’. Little Tommy part 2 We were still lying in my bed enjoying the feel of each other when my mom called me downstairs, I hurriedly tried to throw on some baggy shorts to hide the erection I was still sporting. I couldn't believe I could be so turned on sucking another boys cock. Let alone how hot it was when he exploded his fresh seed in my mouth. "Are you listening to me? Get your ass down here." I ran to the bath room so I could rinse the boy spunk from my mouth. I was heading downstairs when my mom met me “I need you to watch the kids for me.” She said. “Your father and I need to have some alone time to work through some of our problems.” Oh great I am gonna be stuck here all day watching the brats. I was thinking. Mom must have seen the look on my face because she said “calm down it is only going to be Tommy and Sarah, I am taking the twins over to your aunts house so you won't be bogged down by two overactive five year olds.” “Sarah’s gymnastic practice starts at 11 and goes until 1230. You don't have to stay, but don't be late or be late picking her up either. Her coach is very strict about tardiness, if she is late she has to sit on a …