PRIVAXXX.COM – Amateurs Updated Daily! ### Mom was so unworried about Dad's potential return that I stopped worrying about it too, even initiating the last session over Mom's mild objections. We made love like that a lot over the next two months. I would stay in bed until Dad had gone to work. Before his car even pulled out of the driveway, Mom would enter my room, naked, to pull me away to her bed. The hallway would always be littered with her clothes. Sometimes, Mom sculpted but her interest had waned. We would talk or go for a walk or bike ride instead, that is, when we weren't making love. I was shocked when she told me the cancer had returned. Well, as it turned out, it had never really left. One day, Mom admitted that she had found out a few weeks earlier. The doctor simply announced that the cancer had spread. Mom didn't want it to ruin the last few months she had on earth, especially with me she said, so she didn't tell me at first. But now, she said, it wouldn't be long before she became quite ill. She she was right. Mom passed not much more than a month later. Dad started to drink. Nothing I said could persuade him to stop. It was a shame, an enormous waste, but there was simply nothing I could do to stop it. We didn't seem to have any connection at all. One day, I managed get myself to enter the studio. There, I found one last statue, one of me taking Mom from behind, my bent cock just entering her ass. I was astonished that Mom had made such an explicit piece. …
Elizabeths Story – Chapter 6: How Far Should We Go?
After a very, very exciting weekend of sexual discovery and inappropriate behavior, Gary and I started to settle into a routine of mutual masturbation, humping and oral sex. We were both in a constant state of arousal, hormones surging through our young bodies. We were behaving like the sex crazed teenagers that we were. Mom did not seem to detect any change in our behavior; at least she did not demonstrate any suspicion towards either Gary or me. Mom stayed with her routine of drinking herself to sleep each evening and was snoring loudly by nine o'clock every night; opening the window of opportunity for Gary and me to play nasty-doctor-and-naughty-nurse each night after she went to bed. As soon as I was in my room alone and Mom was asleep, Gary would make a beeline in to see me. He would enter my room, unannounced and uninvited, with his shorts forming a tent in front in anticipation of the games he planned to play with his stepsister. I would also become aroused, wet with anticipation like Pavlov’s dog, each night waiting for my stepbrother to enter my room. In some weird and illogical way, waiting on Gary to come to me, rather than going to his room seemed to reduce my guilt ever so slightly. I was not imposing myself on my younger stepbrother; I was merely submitting to his desires as he entered my room uninvited. Silly? Absolutely. But I would take any slight reduction in my culpability, no matter how ill-founded the logic was. Gary always achieved an orgasm during our …
My Story (2)
I opened my eyes to an all too familiar room. I was in the hospital. I looked around the best I could. I saw Ash in the bed next to me. In one of the chairs at the end of the bed was no one. Did anyone know we were there? What happened? Did I actually have sex with Adam? I tried screaming but it was no use. I didn’t have a voice. I tried getting up but I wouldn’t move. Was I paralyzed? I was starting to freak out. Just then, the doctor came in. “Jessi? You’re awake?” She said rushing over. “Your vitals are good. Do you remember what happened?” She asked. Thank god I was able to move my head. I shook my head. “There was an accident. You and your friend Ashley are both going to be fine. Can you move anything other than your head?” I tried moving again. I took a little while but I was finally able to sit up and move my arms. My legs and voice still weren’t working. I looked around. Ash was lying in the bed next to mine and our things were on tables next to us. Our phones, wallets, and some snacks were there. I grabbed the Jell-O and ate that. It was orange. At that moment I realized that we were on our way to the party. I reached over and grabbed my phone. I only had 1 text, from Adam. “I thought you were supposed to be coming. I guess not. Text me when you get this.” I quickly typed up a reply. “Hey, sorry we didn’t make it. We got into an accident. Were at the hospital but were fine. Maybe you can come visit?” The doctor came in with about 2 other doctors. “Jessi, your leg is …
The story of how my wife became a Hotwife and foun
When my wife first met Dr, Sharon C. it was her first day at work. Sharon was an orthopedic surgeon and my wife was her new assistant. Sharon was your typical doctor…driven, confident, and the boss. My wife was more nurturing and had a better bed side manner. They were opposites but the made it work. They did share a lot of interests and became good friends. We had hung out with Sharon and her husband Jake many times. Sharon's bitchiness wore on my wife. Bonnie would constantly say she was going to quit, but she didn't because of their friendship. As life moved on my wife and I had begun our f****y and her pregnancy took a toll on her physically and she was f***ed to quit her job. Soon after we just got too busy with life that we fell out of touch with Sharon and her husband. That is until the rise of social media. Bonnie had found Sharon on Facebook one day and they renewed their friendship..at least on line. Sharon had moved her practice to the other side of town and they had bought a nice house close by. Bonnie and Sharon had always talked about getting together to have lunch or something but their schedules never seem to allow it. For a few years they only stayed in touch via Facebook or the phone. As fate would have it, we moved to the other side of town so that I no longer had a 1 hour commute twice a day. Bonnie and Sharon finally were able to get together. They decided to go shopping and grab lunch. This was the day the began us down the road of Bonnie becoming a …
A short sex story in hospital, Mariel
Good looks does make life easier, and you get to see things others just read about. Depravity in sex makes for something more exciting, it's the little spice that turns a mundane fuck into something memorable, and believe me, I have experienced most, and if I am honest, I enjoy it, like a d**ggie needs a bigger hit to achieve the same effect, I sink to knew depths, sometimes frightening the man, or men I am with, I should have been born with twice the number of holes.Watched his s****r jack him off in bed I was eighteen and doing my trainee nurse internship at a private hospital, whose clientèle were mostly wealthy patients. One evening I was assigned to a patient, a young man who had been injured in a go-kart accident. He had been knocked u*********s and was overnight under continuous observation. Around 8pm, a young woman had come to the hospital, stating she was the s****r of the man under observation, and she produced an ID confirming this. She had been away in another part of the country and had taken a flight and a taxi to get to where she was now. The doctor confirmed she was allowed to sit by him and talk, and provisions were made for her to overnight. Every so often I would drop in and check to see if everything was alright, and found myself attracted to the young woman, and each time I went in I found myself being drawn closer to her, and her to me. I have never considered myself as a bi-sexual woman, but I found myself wanting to reach out and touch her. Around …
My Story 2
I opened my eyes to an all too familiar room. I was in the hospital. I looked around the best I could. I saw Ash in the bed next to me. In one of the chairs at the end of the bed was no one. Did anyone know we were there? What happened? Did I actually have sex with Adam? I tried screaming but it was no use. I didn’t have a voice. I tried getting up but I wouldn’t move. Was I paralyzed? I was starting to freak out. Just then, the doctor came in. “Jessi? You’re awake?” She said rushing over. “Your vitals are good. Do you remember what happened?” She asked. Thank god I was able to move my head. I shook my head. “There was an accident. You and your friend Ashley are both going to be fine. Can you move anything other than your head?” I tried moving again. I took a little while but I was finally able to sit up and move my arms. My legs and voice still weren’t working. I looked around. Ash was lying in the bed next to mine and our things were on tables next to us. Our phones, wallets, and some snacks were there. I grabbed the Jell-O and ate that. It was orange. At that moment I realized that we were on our way to the party. I reached over and grabbed my phone. I only had 1 text, from Adam. “I thought you were supposed to be coming. I guess not. Text me when you get this.” I quickly typed up a reply. “Hey, sorry we didn’t make it. We got into an accident. Were at the hospital but were fine. Maybe you can come visit?” The doctor came in with about 2 other doctors. “Jessi, your leg is …
Elizabeths story – sibling love – Chapter 2 – the aftermath of my sin
Chapter 2: dealing with my sin I remained in the shower for an extended period of time, trying to deal with the conflict that was overwhelming me. I could not quite get my mind around what had just occurred; and what I had done. In a moment of weakness, I had crossed a line that our society has deemed uncrossable. I had violated one of the most fundamental taboos that exist; a taboo that has existed since biblical time. I was ashamed, and guilt ridden; at the same time I was excited and confused. I did not fully understand my reaction to the events of an hour ago; but the image of Gary’s magnificent erect cock as it erupted with the remarkable spewing of semen was profoundly stimulating to me. Even now, awash with guilt and shame, I could not deny that by simply recalling these events, I grew aroused almost instantly. To say I was conflicted does no justice to the inner turmoil I was experiencing. I exited the shower, dried and quickly dressed in gym shorts and an athletic top. I did not want to face Gary, or anyone else right then. I needed time alone. The one activity of solitude during which I could search my most inner thoughts was running. I donned my running shoes. I exited the house, grabbing an apple, as I started my run. It was just under three and a half miles from my front door to the closest Starbuck’s. That is where I headed at a furious pace. I was perspiring lightly when I arrived at the coffee shop about thirty minutes after leaving my house. I ordered a …
Sex Clinic #2 – Hot Holiday
Father a baby for my dear dirty doctor in return for my demand for full domination – of both! We get up late in the mornings as our nights last long and our hot foxy fun is pretty exhausting We get a big brunch to store energy and walk the skinny sexy blonde beauty to her beach sun bath Like my dear doctor I do not like that immense heat so we often go for a shaded walk or a museum Like that I have a lot of occasions to get to know her a better to the extend of her blond friend She lectures me secretly about the medical details of her chance to get pregnant from making love She tells me how much she longs, but long has had hesitations to have offspring without a husband I happily accept to father her future baby but grab my chance to tell my price of obedience in bed I happily find her in my arms whisperingI will be happy to do anything you say my dear Peter I tell my bed-bride to be my strict convictions and conditions of complete surrender to my wishesI want to dominate you during all our holiday the full fortnight of it and your support in voting I want to dominate your blond beautiful foxy friend as well – I have two clear reasons for my demand I simply want to dominate her for my dirty desires for first, secondly I have observed your relation I see how she dominated you from the start of your friendship at basic school by being the witty one I can simply guess the rest of your story together: as teens she has all the looks and knows the fun I can tell you are super shy …
The Repression of Truth in Erotica
There is a creeping attempt to sanctify the truth in sexual literature in the name of social good. I see it here and in other adult literature boards. It is not the fault of the editors as they try to balance freedom of expression with staying off the censors hate system. Please do not confuse this discussion with the matter of child porn in videos or on line. Here I am talking about the loss of being able to accurately portray stories in words based on real life incidents or fantasies. This is not a promotion of child exploitation. Society would have you think that young people wait until they are of legal age before they pull down their pants and explore the fun parts of their bodies. In truth, the University of Michigan Health System found that children discover their genital parts by age 6 months for boys and 11 months for girls. In fact most children play with their genitals fairly regularly by age 5-6, both boys and girls. (University of Michigan Health Service, web address umich.ed/yourchild/topics/masturbation). Ultra sound evidence indicates boys at least may actually play with themselves in the womb. Playing Doctor and other childhood games are a normal part of development. They do not represent a perversion on the youngster’s part, just human sexual development. By the time society deems it proper for us to discuss consensual sex with minors (age 16 in most areas), 40% of kids have already had sex. I myself was X years old when the neighborhood slut, who was X+ …
Randy boy
Hi my name is Freddy and this is my story. As a young lad I was always interested in older women, losing my cherry at 14 yrs old to one of mums friends and getting blow jobs from some senior girls at school, some of mums friends where real hot and so sexy, I would try and get a good look at them and always made sure they knew I was looking, that usually made their nipples hard, 1 of her dearest friends Kathleen lived next door, she had 2 girls Sally-Jane and Margaret also a boy called John, we all went to the same school and I played soccer with John at the local club, I had been feeling unwell for a few days and mum took me to the doctors, Dr Saunders was a real hot fox, big tits cute arse and a figure that made your pulse rush, I always seemed to get a good eyeful when she bent over and usually got a good hard on as well, the doctor said I had a bug and advised mum to keep me off school for at least a week, so I didn’t get worse and none of the other k**s got it as well, mum worked 4 days a week in the local charity shop and phoned in and explained I was off sick, she was told she had to come in on Thursday as no one could cover the shift, mum went next door to Kathleen who said if I came around as mum left she would keep a eye on me, all day and I could stay in John’s bed so I could rest. On the Thursday morning as Sally-Jane, Margaret and Jon went to school, mum took me next door and I went and laid in John’s room, as I said goodbye I rested and done some school work, …
The Botanist part 1
I read a story on xHamster (This one:http://xhamster.com/user/xxxred4uxxx/posts/338080.html) which was so new and refreshingly different to me that I felt it inspired me to write this prequel. Enjoy 😀 Cheshire Cat xThe Botanist part 1 My name is Doctor Lionel Cheshire, I am head of research and development at Flower Technics, the worlds leading flower producer. I'm afraid I cannot give a full statement about my research so far without telling you a little about my sexual history… For as long as I can remember flowers have been my passion as it is for all of our employees. At the age of six I spliced my first plant, a purple tulip with an Avalanche rose which I then bred to create a purple rose so dark that it appears black. I would later go on to use the genes to create the holy grail of flowers, a black tulip. At school while all the other boys were drawing little sketches of penises all other their exercise books (and the rest of the school for that matter!) I would draw pictures of vaginas, partly because I like vaginas but also because they do kind of resemble flowers and I could get away with drawing them without getting called a faggot all of the time. I was a late bloomer and didn't even have a proper girlfriend until my third year of university which is also when I lost my virginity. It's not that I've never had a problem attracting women, I've always worked out, looked good and taken good care of my body and I get approached by women all the time, it's just that …
Bible Belt – Part 1
It all started the day I flashed my sister. See, we live out in the Bible Belt, a little place called Vernonberg. Everything you’re imagining, that’s it. I live in a town of about 200 people, and all of ‘em cram into the same Church every Sunday. My sister is the head of the chastity club, which every boy in town probably thinks is a complete waste, because she’s easily the hottest girl in the state. I’d never thought of her in a sexual light before though. She was just my older sister—a bit of a pain at time, useful at other times. Sometimes good company, sometimes the last person I wanted to hang around with. Y’know, just an older sister. But it’s hard to stop thinking about someone in a sexual light when they become completely obsessed with your cock. I had no idea what Brad was up to at the time. I knew him, of course—in a town this small, when someone new arrives it’s often the biggest news of the year. He was from New York, and his parents sent him out here to live with his uncle and aunt, some kind of punishment. New blood, even from the Godless state of New York, is still attractive, and with her looks, my sister could have her pick of any guy, so less than a week after Brad moved here, the two were dating. I was trying to work it out later, and it must have been about 3 weeks through the 6-week program that I flashed my sister. I didn’t mean anything by it—I just thought it would annoy her, be funny, you know. I thought she’d shriek, maybe tell mom and dad, at worst …
Therapy for Cheri
Therapy, Part 1 It was my medical doctor who suggested that I should speak to a counsellor, or ther****t about my sexual fantasies, and how they had started to overwhelm my life. At first, I was not particularly interested in talking to anyone about this, but obviously my doctor felt that a counsellor could help me, and that not seeing one could eventually harm me. I booked an appointment for two weeks ahead, thinking that this would give me some time to get my shit together, and I could call the whole thing off. It didn't, but I kept the appointment, not knowing what I was getting myself into. I kept wanting to call my ther****t "Dr. Malcolm" but as she explained, she was a clinical ther****t and not an M.D. or PhD, so "Colleen" was sufficient. She kept her office in a set of rooms in her house. They were comfortable and relaxing, and helped put me at ease, which was good as I am not the sort of person who opens up easily to strangers. She explained that over a few sessions lasting a few months that we could probably get to the root of what was bothering me, and get me back on track. She took an extensive medical history from me, had me sign some forms so that she could get a medical report from my doctor, and during all of this she asked several questions about my sexual fantasies and how they had come to overwhelm me, but all in a manner that felt very safe and non-threatening. Before I knew it, I felt that I had spilled my guts to this complete stranger. …
First Time with my Mother-In-Law
I had been craving my mother-in-law for years. My wife and I have an excellent sex life, but there was always something about her mom. I loved going swimming at my in-laws' house, trying to see as much as I could of her pillowy cleavage. I waited for her to wade in, to watch the mini-skirt of her swimsuit float, revealing her luscious thighs and driving me wild with my cravings. My wife used to notice that I would always fuck her harder when we got back from swimming. I told her it was the exercise. One weekend, I found myself presented with an opportunity. My wife's parents had planned to go camping, but I was scheduled to work all weekend. Fortunately for me, my mother-in-law, Lori, had a doctor's appointment early Saturday and would also not be able to attend. I didn't masturbate or fuck my wife for two weeks; I knew what I planned to do and I was going to drench this woman in my sperm. I waved goodbye to my wife and her dad as they drove off with the kids and dogs to the campground. Since it was later in the day Friday, Lori and I headed inside to have a few beers and eat some food. I spent all evening impressing her with my cooking skills, and she spent all evening drinking. As it became dark, she asked if I could fix her computer before I went home. I willingly agreed. I sat at the computer, taking note of how slowly it was running and removing all the ridiculous programs that people install. She leaned over the chair, her ample breasts hanging close to my face… I …
My Way of Doing Things
I need to tell this all to someone. So, I’ll just start: I am thirteen and two months, my name is Francine, or just Fran. I’m in the eighth grade and I am “sexually active” as they might say on Dr. Phil. I live with Father. Mother died four months ago of cancer. It was really bad – ugly – I hate everything in the world to do with cancer. And I think a lot of bad doctors are making big money off of it without really trying to do anything to cure it or keep it from happening. I am 5 feet tall, and I weigh 97 pounds butt naked. Father told me about this site, because I asked him some questions about sex, and I have read a lot of stories. I got real depressed after Mother left us and my therapist recommended masturbation for some reason. Well, I watch some of the videos and get off, but it is the stories that I like the best because my imagination in picturing the events is better than videos. Father is pretty sharp about some things, I guess. So I got an account and decided to tell my story. After Mother died, I leaned on Father pretty hard. I would sneak into his bed after he went to sleep, just so I could have him near. In the mornings, he would hold me and tell me that it was all right if I did this and that he understood. I liked the being held part best of all. More and more, I would ask if I could start out the night sleeping beside him. He let me. Over time, maybe a month or so, I would cuddle right up against him as though I were cold. One night however, it all …
I have Two Dicks
Another short story. Constructive criticism only please. Fixed conversation, hopefully it's easier to read. Jeff was a normal guy … no scratch that, he wasn’t a normal guy, he had a bit of a defect. He never told anyone about it either. He grew up at an orphanage and the only one who knew about his condition was the doctor he visited sometimes. However, his condition was driving him nuts and to make things worse, he was starting high school. Jeff had a lot of stamina, maybe it was a caused by the genetic defect or maybe it was just there, he didn’t know, but he did have the stamina. So to stop himself from … doing something bad, he forced himself to work manual labor along with joining the track team. He wanted to make sure that he was busy and exhausted all the time. He didn’t want to have the luxury of looking at hot girls because he knew it would cause a problem. So for his first year in high school, he was a zombie; he talked to no one, made contact with no one and avoided girls as much as possible. However, things couldn’t stay like that. He needed to let go. 10th grade came around and because of all the physical activity he was involved in, he was very fit. He had almost no fat on his body. He wasn’t big and muscular, but he was strong and fit. Jeff was about 6’ so he was very much noticeable regardless of how much he tried to hide. “Alright, settle down. We have an exciting class today that all of you will want to pay attention to.” The younger hot teacher said with …
The Challenge 6: Making Amends
Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, it is a stand-alone story and takes place in the same year as the other ones. The bulk of this story starts in February. There aren’t any cameos from previous chapters in this one, aside from Bob and the Bahamas. The Challenge 6: Making Amends Chapter 1 “Bob? You wanted to see me?” Janet, Bob’s executive assistant knocked on the huge double doors of his office. He surprised her by opening the door, smiling, waving her in. “Yes!” Bob was rarely in the office anymore these days. His age and the fact he was a multi-millionaire who dabbled in side projects, kept him at home mostly. What work he did do, Janet helped, organizing his meetings, phone calls, paperwork and so on. The 52-year-old, dark red haired, beauty entered his office, taking her seat across from his desk. “So? What can I do for you?” Janet asked. “Mmm, Janet. I love it when you ask that,” Bob moaned. “I can’t tell you how many erections you’ve given me over the years.” “That’s very sweet of you Bob,” Janet ignored her boss’s sexual forwardness. She’s worked for his company for over 20 years, fully aware that Bob knew of her wild exploits with clients and other employees. Janet had calmed down in recent years, maturing even, to focus on her husband, Harvey. She purposefully requested a demotion to secretary in order to remove herself from an environment where she could easily sleep with every coworker, client, or model at the various magazines the company published. …
The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly
WARNING– this is a story of underage sex, it involves a prepubescent girl who is 10 years old. It contains graphic depictions of a child being fucked. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. If you are reading for the purpose of being insulted by the material do not read it – that is a terrible reason to read a story. If you are curious but afraid, you will be offended, then, I would suggest you not read it. If you are reading it to post what a terrible person I am for writing this trash – well then maybe it is good therapy for you, read on, McDuff, read on. I am very aware this is offensive – this is why it is posted in extreme – because – it is extreme. This is the first story in a series of stories. Consider yourself warned and ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly By Millie Dynamite She watched him carefully as he pulled up on the chains, testing them. The table did not even move, he looked down under the table it was bolted to the floor. Returning to a normal sitting position he looked over at her. She could feel how cold his stare was. Even so, it burned into her. There was so much hate so much anger. “Well, I have to be here what do you want?” The orange jumpsuit did little to conceal how big a man he was. Well over six feet his bulging muscles strained against the bright cloth. Invariably he ground his teeth and clenched his jaw. The big mans muscles flexed as he continually shifted how he was sitting in …
Alice in Thunderland
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice in Thunderland is a nerdy, sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm, romance. If you are not nerdy or into sci-fi fantasy, you can skim through the first half and go directly to the playroom scene. The BDSM is traditional and timeless. It involves all aspects – BD, DS, & SM. There is some erotic pain, but it is relatively mild. If, on the other hand, you are nerdy and into sci-fi fantasy romance, but not into BDSM, you can read the first portion, skim through the playroom scene and get to the end where Alice saves the world and lives happily ever after with her prince charming… or in this case, a Star Commander. If, however, you are nerdy, into sci-fi fantasy romance and BDSM then I heartily recommend that you take a leisurely read through all 14K words of Alice’s adventures in Thunderland. And before anyone asks, “No, I have no idea where to get the helmet.” WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading …
Mother Fucker
Lesbian. Virgin. Nymphomaniac. Seemingly eclectic, all those words could be used to describe Barbie Lez. But the word most often used to designate this tight-bodied eighteen-year-old was hot. And sometimes even fucking hot! But Barbie did not care about her appearance. At least, she had not for the past few days. Her father had recently suffered a heart attack and the doctor had made it clear that his life was now in constant danger. His heart could give out at any time and each moment was now a blessing. But the scariest part was that he was in great shape. Since fitness was not the problem, there was nothing anyone could do to help him. But that did not keep his loving wife Candy from trying. The incident had taken place mere days before his fortieth birthday and Candy decided to throw him the best party in history. She may not have been able to fix his defective heart, but she sure as hell could make the rest of his life enjoyable. Unfortunately for Barbie, she was roped in by her mother and the two had spent the last three days getting everything ready for the big bash. Barbie had been so busy helping her mother that she had barely had time to sleep, let alone perform her customary masturbation session. Due to her nymphomania, the young woman had to vent her sexual energy at least once a day to keep from doing anything she would regret. And given how she refused to lose her virginity until she found the love of her life, that meant anything to do with sex, be it with a …