Chapter one I love erotic stories. Context is a real turn on for me: the build up before the sex scene. Above all, I fancy situation where women are dominated. There is a thin line between domination and rape, and even though I like the first kind, I despite the latter. Even if the female character is reluctant, in the end she must like what her man tell her to do and do to her. The first time I read kinkyslut – I know, there is a lack of imagination in this pseudonym – I was hooked; maybe because of the few personal lines at the beginning, even if it was probably false. She described herself as a strong and independent woman: always the dominant one in her relationships. She might be ashamed of it but the truth was her dream of being totally dominated. And her stories were always about her fantasy. Her stories were the only one I read with the woman point of view. The style was impeccable, without contest better than mine. After a while, I believed I had learnt what submissive woman wanted, and I wanted to try this kind of symbiotic relationship in my life. But I could not. I was on my last year of study and I could not afford a personal scandal, jeopardizing my entire career. I had a lot on my mind with my exams and my search for an internship. Most of all, I was afraid to freak out the girl. I did what I had to do: I force myself to move on and forget this fantasy. I dated a little, without any thrill on my part, and by the end of the year I was resigned to satisfy …
The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus
The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this! Saturday, January 17th Kyle couldn't help but admire how beautiful Christy was as she slept curled up next to him. He had finally made love to his girlfriend last night, and she had been as lithe and eager as Aaliyah and Fatima had been. Would Fumi be as good? In the last few days, since he had freed Aaliyah from her lamp, Kyle had found himself in love with not just his girlfriend, but the sexy Genie, his sister, and Fumi, a girl he had met once. But she was so gorgeous. His thoughts drifted to the graceful beauty of Fumi, with her long, blue-black hair that framed her porcelain, pale-olive face. He felt his cock stirring. Thanks to a wish he had made with Aaliyah, his cock always seemed ready to fuck. Christy shifted, rolling over, letting out the cutest sigh. He rubbed his cock against her ass, tempted to wake her up and see if she was up for another go. But he didn't have the heart to disturb her sleep. I wish there was some girl I could fuck, he thought, sighing, and tried to ignore his erection. *Done!* Aaliyah appeared in bed, her naked body pressing against his back. Her breasts were full, and her were nipples hard as they rubbed against him. She nuzzled against his neck and cheek, her breath was hot and her lips wet as they nibbled on his ear. “I'm ready for you, my love,” she purred. “Make sure Christy doesn't notice you,” Kyle …
MRS.LAMAR-TEACHER
…I’m Jason. I was only half listing to my girlfriend Trina talk about her big crush on the schools male drama teacher, Mr. Miller. I was more interested in feeling her nice tits as I had my hand under her T-shirt and feeling them. I was getting her hot and the hotter she got, the more she talked about her big crush. I decided to mess with her. …..“Have you ever thought about what his cock feels like?…what it would be like if he made a move on you?…kissing you and feeling you up?” She giggled all embarrassed and said: “Well…I guess I have…. a little. “ I said: “ You can fantasize all you want, so dream on Trina.” She giggled and we began laying down on her bed. After getting her pants down, we started in fucking. I said: “Just imagine I’m Mr. Miller and I’m madly in love with you and have to have sex with you…” She closed her eyes and moaned softly…. “Ok…take me Mr. Miller…I know how bad you want me…fuck me now..” ….. She had a big climax as we peaked our fucking. Later I said: “You naughty girl, you were fantasizing that I was Mr. Miller and he was having hot sex with you, you can’t fuck a teacher!” We both laughed, but I kept laughing for a long time because she knew nothing about what was happening to me…..at this very point in time. (Trina thought…) We’ll see about that ‘Can’t fuck a teacher’ stuff. Next year I’ll be out of high school and he won’t be a teacher to me anymore. No rules say he can’t have sex with an ‘ex’ student. Right now nobody knows it but we’ve already …
Sex With My Sister (Book 1 Chapter 6)
Author’s Note: Originally Posted to AdultFanfiction.net, then posted to Hentai-foundry.com, now it’s made its way here. By popular request… SWMS the Series! Read and Review! Okay, so down to the nitty gritty of the note, my disclaimer. This is a work of pure fiction. The persons are fictitious, the situations are nothing more than fap material. In all this is fake. THIS IS NOT REAL. This is Fiction. I DO NOT HAVE A LITTLE SISTER NAMED HEATHER. MY MOTHER WAS NOT NATALIE. HELL, GIVEN MY UPBRINGING, I WOULD’VE KILLED TO HAVE THIS FAMILY. That being said, this work was originally written back in 2007 – 2010, in fact, it was in adult fan fiction with over 100 reviews telling my roommate who was in to cub porn to go fuck himself when he said incest was nasty. No, I’m not kidding. That’s how popular we got… When AFF told me I’d have to add disclaimers that made me a b it uneasy to my stories, I pulled everything until I found Hentai Foundry. Recently Their TOS had everyone pull any story or picture that may contain anyone that even looked under 18. Hence why my stories are here now. Okay, so let’s quickly cover why I’m going so slowly. I’m pulling this from a PDF format backup, meaning I have to properly format it for this website. Book 1 Chapter 6 Mom made sure that not only Heather got on birth control, but she had Jessi’s mom get Jessi on it too. For the next two weeks I had sex with Heather on a regular basis. But one night, after a particular sexy dream I woke up with a full …
TOUCH ME
….Our mom was so cool, she was the best in my sisters and my mind. Dad only came home every 3 months due to his sea job. The ship had girls ‘provided’ for the men which mom knew about. Sis and I provided for mom’s lack of affection and loneliness. It first started one evening when we saw mom just staring out he living room window. She didn’t see us watching her. She was smiling and rubbing her tits slightly. My sister Megan whispered to me: (“Mom’ thinking about something sexy I think.”) We smiled and I agreed. I said: (“I love to see her get horny like that. She gets no sex and I bet she’s thinking about it. Let’s go and tickle her and make her more horny.”) Megan said: (“ Chuck, that’s cruel….but maybe she’d like it. Let’s go.”) We snuck up behind her and hugged her. We all giggled and Megan and I started in on her. We started tickling her as she giggled. We let our hand graze her tits and felt her legs and stomach Megan said: “Thinking about that guy in high school you were so hot for?” “Yeah mom, you’ve told us before how hot he was and how he would try and feel you up.” I said. Mom was very warm to our touch and now a pink face from our guessing what she was thinking bout, and feeling herself a little. She put her arms around us and hugged us real tight. Mom was built great and she had no bra on. She had tight shorts and pulled us in and we all kinda wiggled together. “Tell us more about the guy mom, give us some ’details’ , we wanna know.” Megan said. “So, my two …
FUCKING MY GRANDMA-IN-LAW!!!
I confronted Janice after she got off the phone with her grandmother. "Why did you fill her in on all the stuff going on around here? Your grandmother is really prim and proper. I don't want any trouble from her or your grandfather" Janice's grandfather had his own energy firm once. He was constantly on the road, mostly overseas. We seldom saw him, even for holidays and I can count on one hand the number of birthdays he's attended. Our interaction with him was primarily thru her grandmother, Margaret. She has always doted on Janice and they have remained a close, often telling each other almost everything. Almost! I continued to push Janice for an answer to my question. "Grandma is going thru some issues now and I wanted to help her out" Janice said. "What kind of issues and how could airing our lives do anything to help?" I asked. "She thinks Grandpa is cheating on her, Janet hissed out. She suspects it has been going on for several years with one of his co-workers who travel with him overseas. She has found some notes and gift receipts for some expensive items." "That sly old dog! But that's no proof. The notes could describe something innocent and as for gifts, could be rewards for good work." "Well all in all, Grandma is convinced that it’s real and she’s started to do something about it, but is not convinced she is handling it correctly. She wanted my opinion and I gave it to her and then I informed her of our unique arrangement," Janice finished. I was puzzled. "What …
Friend reunited
This is a true story. Back in the mid to late 1970's I lived with my f****y in one of those areas that was a very decent place to live, but now due to one thing or another has really gone down hill and you really wouldn't want to walk through there in broad day light let alone at night. But back then it was a great place to grow up. There were lots of f****y's with offspring of similar ages. There was a f****y down the street that had a daughter that was only a few months younger than me and we always seemed to get on well and spent quite a lot of time together. The summers always seemed never ending back then and what with spending so much time together we did what all youngsters of that age do and played Mummy's and Daddies or Doctors and Nurses, nothing bad just showing each other body parts that were not meant to be seen. After a couple of years my Father got a better job and we moved to a house that was about 5 miles from the home we had lived in since I was born. By pure chance the f****y of my young friend moved into the next street just a few months later so our friendship continued. We went through senior school together and of course our circle of friends grew. She even dated a couple of my friends, nothing serious just teenage stuff, and to be honest the general opinion was that she was a touch on the frigid side. Naturally are friendship cooled off as we got closer to leaving school and anyway her personality had changed and she had become what I can only …
GLENDA
I was on my way home from work one day. While stopped at a traffic light, I noticed a particularly good looking girl walking along the road a little ways ahead. While I was admiring the way she walked, I realized that another guy, passing in a pickup truck, was looking at her too, and was looking so hard he nearly drove off the road. I laughed. When the light changed, I began to drive off, and took a better look at the girl as I drove by. It was my turn to almost drive off the road. I knew her! She was the middle daughter of three of a friend of mine. I slowed down. She saw and recognized me, and began to wave, so I pulled over and stopped. She came running up to the passenger door and I reached over and let her in. She scrambled in and said, "God, am I glad to see you, John!" "Well, I'm always glad to see you, Glenda. It's been a good long time, though. I haven't seen you in a couple of years." I said. She'd started giving her mother hell at about age 12, and by this time she had been living pretty much on her own for quite a while, because the two of them just couldn't get along. I knew that she had lived with another f****y for some time, and then had moved in with a series of boyfriends. She had recently moved back home again. But that was all I really knew for sure. I had seen her maybe a dozen times, in the intervening years. We hadn't spoken more than a few dozen times in between. Just enough to stay acquainted and keep memories alive. She was now in her late twenties. …
Leahs Demise (Dragon Vore) (Rubys Encounter sequel)
Forty years it had been. Forty years since the dragon Braxias had had his first taste of human meat in nearly a millennium. A sweet girl called Ruby, whose mind now rested inside his own. And in that time, Braxias had caused the downfall of the pathetic human civilization, which was already inches away from destroying itself. It was disorienting, to say the least, that a land that was only rumor the last time he'd had contact with a human was now the center of commerce in the entire world. But it didn't last. Braxias did not mean to bring the human race to the brink of extinction. But when the armies of the world were brought against him, he defended himself. Quite efficiently too, he thought. In this absence of global security, Braxias bred his very own army. Thanks to a genetic bridge created by Ruby, his sons were half-human, half-dragon, all identically tall, with cold blue eyes, black hair, and protected by scales beneath their soft, pale, hairless skin, their chests barren of nipples. The lord of humanity rested in a chamber in his new fortress, carved into what he understood to be a monument to four past leaders of this nation. The chamber was padded with pillows from top to bottom, warmly lit with candles. Two of his sons entered. Despite their identicality, he recognized each one. These two were from the north. "My lord," the one on the left said, "We found one." "What? One what?" the beast questioned eagerly. "See for yourself." Two more of his sons entered, …
Prim Miss Williams DPd 4 some
This is set in England in 1820 before American was even thought of and is written in English as spoken by intelligent educated people, if you think the spelling is wrong that because you are a dumb ass Merican, so don't wave the flag of ignorance by complaining, you dig? For instance, in 1820 an Englishman might say, "Good Morning Miss Williams, and how does this bright spring morning find you?" whereas an 1820s American might say, "Ugh, ugh ugh ugh Whhhooooo," or an contemporary American say, "Yo man, what's going down?" You dig? (To which an upper class Englishman might reply "No actually, daddy has a man to do that") Miss Williams Miss Williams was as prim and proper a church going, do gooding, irritating busy-body as one could wish to avoid, she was of indeterminate age having been born middle aged with no sense of humour and an unfortunate tendency to use twenty seven words where two would suffice. Her appearance was always immaculate, not a hair out of place, her dress always buttoned to the neck, her arms sleeved to the wrist and if she indeed had legs then I am sure no man had ever seen them. This then was the Miss Williams whom accosted me on the second day of my return to Chargrove, The Miss Williams I had known in my youth, though then she was the small bad tempered miserable positively rotund daughter of our late Vicar the Reverend Ezekiel Williams. I knew the great house and estate intimately having grown up there, and now aged near on forty years I had returned …
Chasing Dove
Prologue “Is hunter coming over? Is he, is he, is he?” Dove followed her brother around the house. All she heard was Hunter. “Yeah he’s coming over but you aren’t hanging with us,” her brother glared at her. “But why?” She wanted to play with them, she wanted to see Hunter. “Mom! Dove won’t leave me alone!” Dove stood there, her eyes watering. “Youra liar!” she screamed. Dove saw her mama walk into the hallway and glare at her, “Leave your brother alone, I meant it Dove. I don’t want to hear it, not today.” Dove’s lips trembled, her eyes watered and she ran outside. She bounced off of something hard and fell to the ground, her head hurt, her elbows hurt. What happened? “What’s wrong little red?” Dove wiped her eyes with her sleeves and sniffled, she licked her lips and told him what happened. “Slow down, I can’t understand you.” No one understood her, she told him again but much slower. “Awe you don’t need to cry little Dovey. When I’m done hanging out with Carter I’ll come play with you, okay?” Hunter wiped her tears and dried her face off before checking her elbows and feeling her head for a bump, she was okay. Dove nodded and smiled as Hunter picked her up, they walked into the house and went into her room. “Clean up your room and have it ready so we can play later, alright?” Dove nodded but lifted her arms, Hunter kneeled down and hugged her. “I’m going to marry you some day,” she whispered to him, she kissed his cheek. “Why’s that little red?” “Your nice,” she smiled. …
My Brothers Bestfriend Chapter 8
"Ooo daddy." I said smiling looking down at my dripping pussy. "We made a mess didnt we?" He laughed. As we both looked around the room, noticed his sheets were done for, and his room had the clothes we threw off everywhere. Lloyds eyes met mine. He leaned in and kissed me. "I fucking love you." He said with his dick still inside me. "I love you too baby." I said kissing his cheek. I hopped off of his penis and laid next to him. We laid naked on his bed for what felt like hours. I got up and went to his bathroom to take my usual after sex shower. The hot shower soothed my skin. "Hey you". A calm voice said. "Phil?" I said knowing it was but hoping it wasnt him. He pulled back the shower curtain. "The one and only. CHAPTER 5 My stomach churned in despair. I was tired of lying to everyone including myself. As things weren't messy enough with fucking my brothers bestfriend! Now I've added Lloyds brother to the list. "Phil, no. This just can't happen anymore. " I said while covering myself. "What do you mean? we made our agreement, remember?" He said smiling. "But I don't fucking care Phil!" I said raising my voice. "Oh, so you don't care?" Phil said angrily. His whole demeanor was changing. I stepped out of the tub. "Look Phil, your sex is amazing, maybe even better than Lloyds, but I'm done with this. Like I just cant. Its too messy." I felt tears coming. How could I be so selfish? Lloyd meant everything to me. Why would I do this? Phil breathed in deeply. So deeply, that it …
My best friends mom Ms. Carrow
When I was growing up, I would often spend my free time hanging out with my best friend Nick Carrow at his house. We were inseparable, we’d spend weekends and summers in his basement playing video games and watching movies. However, there was an even better perk of being Nick’s best friend, I got to see much of his beautiful mother Cynthia. Cynthia was every teenage boys fantasy; a sexy MILF with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She had sexy pouty lips and an ass so round it made you cry. Cynthia’s tits were large and bouncy, making me drool every time she leaned over. As a child all of my obsessions for her only resulted in hours of masturbation and daydreaming, but little did I know I would soon have my chance to turn my dreams into reality. My name is Jameis Coyne, I’m 18 years old and returning home from college for summer break. It had been months since I’d seen Nick so I decided to stop by his house one day and pay him a surprise visit. I drove over and was extremely happy to find that Cynthia came to open the door. “Jameis it’s so good to see you how have you been?” She had not changed one bit. Her long brown hair flowed down to her mid back and her lips looked sexier than ever. She wore a tight white shirt that greatly outlined her perfect rack and wore a short black skirt that made me want to cum as soon as I saw it. “I’m fine Ms. Carrow, just back home for the summer so I thought I’d pay Nick a visit. Is he home by chance?” “No I’m sorry honey Nick went on a camping …
Look how the stars shine
Sitting here every night looking up above at the sky Thinking of the man I love so very much. Feeling his presence in my heart always Wishing and praying he could be here. Holding my hand Gazing up above with me Looking at these beautiful stars so bright God created for us to enjoy tonight and every night. Standing here looking above at these beautiful sparkling lights Shining down on me, knowing he is with me looking as well Gazing up as I do just from a different location. We are so very blessed that we have this sky above us, That we can all share and see how the stars shine so bright For the ones that we love every day and night. Lush is a wonderful place where you meet wonderful people I never imagined I could fall so much in love with one man So kind, generous, giving and Always a gentleman! You will always be in my heart, For the rest of my life. You are one amazing man. Help me break down those walls Help me see the light, To see those shining stars again at night So….. EVERY night, you know I am with you Gazing up above at the stars that make us one. Near or far you are always in my heart No matter where you are. All my love my sweet T
Underworld: Gretchen
While no stranger to the obscenely agonizing delights found within the Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers Gretchen still felt a sudden sense of unimaginable terror coursing through her as she materialized within one of the Underworld’s countless dungeon torture chambers. Despite having died thousands of time within the Underworld’s bl**d soaked torture chambers this was the first night Gretchen faced death by impalement. Entering the torture chamber Vlad smiled at the obvious look of terror already visible within Gretchen’s eyes as she stared in horror at the ominously torturous impalement post, “Since this the first time you’re going to suffer impalement let me explain what’s going to happen. First I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles then, carrying you onto the platform I’m going to lift you over the impalement post and impale you vaginally, forcing your body down until the tip of the post reaches your cervix.” Smiling darkly at the look of utter horror in Gretchen’s eyes, Vlad continued, “You’ll find that just as the tip of post enters the throat of your cervical canal, the toes of your shoes will just manage to reach the platform.” Pausing to tie Gretchen’s wrists tightly together behind her back, “I will leave you standing there on your toes, struggling to keep the tip of the impalement post from slipping deeper into your body, until I see your calves starting to tremble. At that moment I will push the platform out from under your feet.” With Gretchen’s wrists …
Grandpa Teaches Young Granddaughter – 2
Scott roused about 6:00am after only a couple hours of sl**p. His thirteen year old granddaughter was still cuddled up to him and it felt so good and he hated to leave the bed, but his old bladder gave him no choice. After relieving himself, he looked outside and saw that it was snowing. He made his way to the livingroom and turned on the morning news and watched the school closings scroll across the bottom of the screen. Eventually, he saw that the county schools were closed. He turned off the TV and climbed back into bed with Amanda. Without wanting to wake her, he nestled up behind her with his cock resting in the crack of her sexy little ass. He tried to remember back to the last time he felt a woman’s bare skin against him. His wife had been ill for several years before she passed away nearly 4 years ago and he really wasn’t sure when before all that they last had sex. All he could figure is that it had been at least 7 or 8 years since anything other than his hand touched his cock and now it was resting against his granddaughters bare ass. He quickly got hard and instinctively started slowly rubbing it up and down Amanda’s crack. At first he moved very slowly so as not wake her, but as his arousal increased along with the copious amounts of pre-cum, he gradually picked up a little more speed. A couple of minutes of fucking his granddaughter’s butt crack, Scott heard Amanda tell him how good that felt and then she asked him if he was going to cum all over her bum. He …
The Sissy & The New Master – Part 1 and Part 2
I'd had such a long month – work had been overwhelming and I felt like I hadn't stopped, 15 hours days trying to satisfy clients and upper management. It's always been like this. What's been annoying me is that even though I'm damn good at what I do, a lot of the time like I'm stuck between a brick wall and a concrete wall; conflicting agendas and interests, nothing gets done or changed and nobody wants to be accountable. I love control, that's how I release my frustration – for a few hours at a time being in undisputed control of a grateful and willing slut, who takes my orders without query or hesitation, brings me so much relief; biologically and mentally. Admittedly, because it's been so busy recently, I've not had time to acquire one. Things have settled down a bit now, I've got some more free time and my balls are dying to let go of some tension. The perfect slut can be hard to find – not only must they be able to let go of their own desires and trust that their dom will take care of them, but they also need to have the subtle grace of femininity, a delicate balance between the male that they are and the smoothness that lets their thong fit comfortably between their round buttocks. I don't know through what route you found me – maybe from Craigslist, maybe from the chat, maybe you read one of my PMs, but as I was sat at home thinking about how I was going to spend the evening, you messaged and my phone vibrated. "I'm interested" – simple and to the point, followed by a …
Dicks & Bakeries.
[Warning!]It wouldn't be a sexy story so You can pass that reading part at this point and consider Yourself warned. As You know I talk with people much, I like inappropriate things so I talk about irrelevant things (based of main theme here). As You don't know – if You don't know me: I talk with people here and not here much, I like inappropriate things so I talk about irrelevant things (so it's mostly not about sex here and mainly about sex elsewhere). Let's just be clear at first: I don't give a shit about You, I don't care about You, I don't care if You are happy and satisfied, sad and frustrated or dead and rotten.I didn't ruin Your world with it, right? Nothing sadder in this world than bunch of shy perverts. Well… maybe there is just one thing – bunch of shy, thoughtless perverts. What do You expect, seriously? What are You doing if You wanna but a bread? Just run around the town, knock to every doors, visit any shop and ask if – by any chance – this place is a bakery or groccery store? I assume that You don't. So what You were doing? Look around and search for some signs or signboard, something what could help to know where is that fuckin bakery, right? But when You are coming here… well, that's totally different thing. I don't know why and I'm not really able to understand why You are keep wasting time on ridiculous actions. If You are here just for porn – that's ok. But if You are looking for people who are into that Your highly specific fantasies/needs and try …
Kara Treasures Her Time Alone…and then Gets Caught
It had been a really stressful couple months for everyone in the Smith family. Sam and Barbara were getting divorced after 20 years. Nothing precipitous tore them apart. It’s just that over time, they grew apart. They had different friends, different interests, and since Michael would be retiring in a few years, he didn’t want to be tied down anymore. He had never gotten a chance to sow his oats when he was younger, and now that he’d have plenty of free time, being unhinged allowed him to do some of the things he always wanted to do. He agreed to take care of Kara financially. It wasn’t her fault. Sometimes, things (and couples), just fall apart. The kids, Michael and Kara had been told a few days earlier about Michael and Kara’s plans to separate. Michael, 17, was really upset, but life would go on. Besides, he would be going to school next year away from home on a full scholarship, and although he would have to go to two different homes when he went home to visit his parents, he’d adjust fine. He was a big, strapping young man. He was 6’4 and 220 lbs. and played football. He was one tough kid. Kara, on the other hand, was insecure to begin with, and this just made things worse. She was 16, and built like a gymnast. Well…she was a gymnast. She was hotter than fire. About 5 feet tall, no more than 100 pounds, with long straight brown hair that she kept in a ponytail. She was a straight-A student before being told about the separation, but when she found out, her grades …
Danis Rough Week
I can’t believe that just happened. I look around the room, and my nose is overcome with the sweet smell of sex. There are five men slowly collecting their clothes, and packing away a pair of video cameras. As I lay back down, I reminisce the evenings events… I had had a rough week at work, so when Stacy invited me out for drinks to celebrate Finally Friday I gratefully accepted. We had gotten a new manager on Monday, and he was intent on cleaning shop. Several employees had been let go that first day, due to low production on their end. Unfortunately, they were also some of the people who provided key support to those of us who had higher output. Stacy and I had done more than our fair share, but we couldn’t help but overhear some snide remarks that we kept our jobs on our backs, as they were gathering their belongings from their cubicles. This was especially hurtful, considering that the manager got there that morning, and like them, this was my first time meeting him as well. I’m not surprised though. At 25, I am fairly good looking. I’m 5’6”, 125 pounds with a full C cup chest, with short red hair that I keep in a pixie cut. I hit the gym a couple times a week for yoga, and run religiously. With my looks, I am constantly ogled by men at the office, despite my conservative outfits. I’ve never been self-conscious about my body, but I dress in a manner suitable for office work. And, to their chagrin, I’ve just never been to interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone …
Making Me Bi
I have been interested in boys and girls since I was around twelve, when a neighbouring male friend f the f****y took me for a ride in his car and at that time – in the late fifties – having a car journey was quite a thing. My mum saw nothing wrong with it, which I was pleased about, I was excited to go and looking back all these years, I am still glad she allowed me to go. It was just going to be a short drive, to let me see the car at close quarters and look at the countryside, in the area round our small town. My driver friend was an unremarkable man, quite small but well built with broad shoulders, not fat but with the build of a man who worked physically, which kept him in shape. He was the b*****r of a lady who lived opposite and often visited his s****r. I got in the car at the front gate and my mum waved me away and we drove on one of the main roads toward the nearest town of an size and as he spoke of the car, how and where he had got it, the conversation started to turn to me and my life. Again, I saw nothing wrong with, in fact I think I recall being quite pleased that an adult would be interested in my mundane life and I laughed when he asked if I had a girlfriend – at age twelve? I wished. The he said that some boys could be friends too in a special way and once more, I saw nothing wrong in that, I had some really good friends who I thought were pretty special, although I had no idea what he was meaning. As he talked and the subject got more and more naughty, …
First time with swim team mate
Swim team, year 10. I had just finished showering (typical room w/ showers along wall) and changed and then headed to the bathroom stalls to take a piss (no urinals here as it used to be a women's bathroom). By now I was one of a handful teammates still left in the locker room. Because so few people were around and I had become turned on by my teammates bodies in the showers, I started to fantasize a little bit and began stroking my cock. I was just sitting on the toilet seat, legs spread out, slowly jerking as I listened to the sounds of my teammates chatting, changing, and eventually leaving. The room had gone silent, so I picked up the pace a little. By this time I'd gathered quite a nice bit of pre-cum and as I jerked faster it made that sticky percussive sound that is so hot. I put myself back in the shower room, all the guys showering and, unlike usual, facing the middle, where I stood alone taking it all in and jerking wildly. They all walked toward me, erections springing up and gathered in a circle jerk around my face. The hottest guy there, Zach, an 11th year, was right in front of me, and I slipped his bulging cock into my mouth, taking an extra long time to slide all the way down until his beautiful red bush of pubes tickled and entered my nostrils (he is a muscular red-head with the iconic swimmer's body, huge puffed out chest, small waist and large thighs, and of course a big package that looks even bigger on that small waist). As I engulfed his cock with my …
2 Broke Girls – Employee of the Month
2 Broke Girls fanfiction Chapter 1 The girl’s day starts off just like any other, go to work at the diner. The girls are greeted by the gentleman remarks from Earl, followed by the perverted but feel good remarks from Oleg. Han comes out to the diner from his office Han: Howdy everyone. Max: Oh look Caroline it’s a leprechaun. Han: Haha, so funny. Staff meeting after close tonight. Oleg (leaning through the serving window): But I have plans with Sophie. Earl: I, uh, I got stuff to do. Han: What could you possibly have to do at 2am. Earl: I’ve got a late night date with a lovely lady. Max and Caroline: Who’s the girl, Earl? Earl: Yours truly, Mary-Jane, if you get my drift. Max: HA! Oops, I mean, ya I gotta go help Earl with Mary-Jane. Han: Oh no you’re not! You’re all attending this meeting. Han walks off. Caroline: I wonder what he wants to have a meeting about. Max: He probably just wants a reason to complain some more. Caroline: I don’t know Max, he sounded pretty serious about this one. Max: Pft, Caroline, are you forgetting that’s how Han always looks. Caroline: ya I guess so. Later that evening. Han: Staff meeting time!!!! Thank you everyone for coming. Earl: Not like we had a choice. Han: That’s not the point. The point is, you guys aren’t working hard enough. You show up late, you slack off, and you Max and Caroline think cupcakes are more important. Max: Well, duh. Caroline: Ya well forgive us for having a future outside of this dump. Oleg: She’s got a point you …
Crossing The Street 6
I woke on Sunday and rolled over to find Mitch already out of bed. A glance at the clock told me he’d already left for his weekly golf game. Sleepiness clung to me and I lay there with my eyes closed. It was late. I'd slept in. I felt relaxed, and quiet, and… …sticky . My eyes shot open with a gasp as last night's adventure played out again in my head. My pussy felt a little tender from the fucking and the toy I'd used on my clit. Recalling the intensity of the vibrations and the sudden, startling waves that had flooded me made my head swim. I began to juice up almost immediately, my sticky lips pulsing, wanting. Lifting my knees I was reminded of the other toy, the butt plug. My sore little ass sent vestigial reminders of the invasion and dried lube coated my crack. The toys were under the bed. Where should I hide them? Dana had said I could keep them… She'd said to text her when I woke! I grabbed for the phone and switched it on. There was a message already there. An hour ago! Sleep well? I saw Mitch leave. Text me when you are awake. I scrambled for the buttons and answered. Just woke. Thank you. I slept great. Almost instantly the phone buzzed with a new message. About time. Shower and clean up. I'm waiting. I flew from the bed and was halfway to the bathroom before I ran back, gathered the toys and the lube from under the bed and dragged them to the dresser. I pulled out the bag, shoved socks and underwear aside and was about to stuff them in when I thought …
Jake fucks Jane
Jake stretched his legs out in front of him, aware that the bulge between his legs was clearly visible to the woman sitting on the sofa facing him. They were both pretending to watch TV, but Jake knew that she was watching the growing bulge in his pants. As for him, Jake could hardly tear his eyes away from the lovely sight before him. Janie was sitting with one leg pulled up under her, seeming to be unaware that the crotch of her white panties was clearly visible to him. Jake stood up. Janie looked at him questioningly. “Gotta go take a leak,” he grinned at her. “Hurry back,” she said. Jake went down the hall and into the bathroom. His dick was about half hard from looking up Janie’s dress. “She can’t be that naive,” he thought. In the three days he had been visiting his old college buddy, Sam, he had been continuously treated to this kind of display from Sam’s wife. It would be another three hours before Sam got in from work. “Well, I might as well give it a try,” Jake thought to himself, tucking his still half-hard prick back into his pants. When he walked back into the living room, Jake walked over and sat down on the sofa beside Janie instead of taking his seat across from her in the easy chair. He leaned back, putting both his arms up on the back of the sofa, his right arm going behind Janie. She turned back toward the TV, seeming to be watching the screen. Jake waited a few moments, giving Janie time to get used to having his arm behind her, then he let it move down a …