–This story is heavily indebted to the works of Matthew Elizabeth, particularly his excellent tale `Chad gets Joey's Mother'– –NOTE: The ages in the story have been changed to make it appropriate for everyone– PART IV Chad led his teacher up the stairs and into Billy's room, where all the action was taking place. They both walked in and witnessed a hot sight. Two teenage boys were double teaming a busty 36-year-old blonde woman on the bed. This was Monica, Billy's mom. One of the boys was drilling her from behind really angrily, while the other one was getting his dick sucked. Both of them were having the time of their lives. In the corner of the room was 17-year-old Billy, wearing a dress and a pair of high heels. Three younger boys, including little Donnie Matthews, were holding him down, punching him and taking turns to hock loogies in his mouth. Principal Ziggler gazed at the scene in awe. "You want back or front?" Chad asked casually. It took a while for the principal to reply. Chad gave him a nudge and he snapped out of it. "I'd like the back, if that's okay?" he said. "Fine. But just remember, you can fuck her cunt, but not her ass. That's my job." The two boys who were fucking her were soon ready to blow their wads. Both of them withdrew and squirted on her face, their slim boyish body's humping the air as they came. "Right, everybody out, except the slut!" Chad commanded. "Give us some privacy." Obediently, all the boys left the room, dragging Billy with them …
MY SISTER
….She would come up behind my computer chair and put her arms around me and rub my chest, mess with my hair and kiss my neck. I was to liking it more and more. She liked to rub her tits on me. My arms at first. She would put my arms around her and lift my arms up to feel the bottom of her tits. One night she was doing this and whispered: (“…feel my tits, they’re getting bigger.”) That was the night I started getting hot for her. We were standing with her back to me. She backed up to me and took my hands and put them on her nice soft tits. She moaned softly and guided my hands all around her tits. I automatically felt for her nipples. She sucked a big breath…and shivered as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. They got firm and perked up. She whispered: (“..oh my god, oh my god, that’s giving me a hot flash of good feelings. Just keep that up… please. How can nipples give you a tingle in your pussy?”) I was in a nice daze and said: “I don’t know, guys don’t get that.” My boner was growing fast now and she felt it in her butt crack. She gently moved her butt around feeling it. She was breathing hard now. She thought….. (‘Oh my god!…he’s getting a hardon over me? I’m liking that!…wow…that’s making my slit feel wet inside….that feels wonderful. I guess I’m not just ‘the little pest’ now, am I big brother. I got plans for him, I want more of his male attention and now I sure know how to get it. I can’t wait to tell my girlfriend what’s happening!…she said her brothers try …
Persephone in Winter – Chapter 9/11
Waiting in the chilly car was no easier this time than the last. Consumed with agonizing images of his wife with the dark stranger, he sat unmoving behind the wheel, staring into the darkness, hoping to find an answer there, but finding only more anxiety and pain with each passing minute. "What kind of man allows this?" he argued silently to himself. "What kind of wife does this to someone she loves?" He should leave her – start the car and speed away from this revolting house that held her. A simple act, and the pain would be gone – but only to be replaced with the pain of losing her. "Allow her this, and keep her," his rational side argued back. "One night of physical pleasure, now and then – something that makes her alive, exciting, and loving when she returns to me." And so the battle raged, silently, in the darkened car – for an hour, perhaps more, until running in circles exhausted him. With each blink, his eyes became more difficult to open again, until finally, he couldn't open them at all. *** He sat beside her, ten rows back from the stage in the cavernous opera house. The lights were still up, and the audience murmured with anticipation of the first act. She was as radiant as he had ever seen her – hair swept up as if magically held in complex patterns of shining swirls, each strand perfectly in place. The neckline of the simple black dress exposed much of the rounded globes of her firm breasts in a daring display of flesh. She held her program in one hand while …
Sex Studio Secrets #22: Jennifer-5
Jennifer is up in the ropes of the swing. She feels if she floats, so light weight! But at the same time very vulnerable with her arms and legs spread wide and all private parts open for slaps and spanks. Highlight of her eighteenth birthday is about to start. Will she finally loose her hymen? Pretty Petra helps her in the leather waistjacket to hold her weight. First time in her life her wrists and ankles are cuffed, to the ropes to restrain her movements to simple swinging. Jenny feels her pussy juice from expectation is already abundant. Professor Peter pushes the button till she is all the way up and spread wide eagled. At 6 feet she is almost flat now with her twat and ass at the heighth of his head. Instead of dripping down her thighs her pussy juice wets her sphincter. Peter licks the lowest drops from her crack and next he works his way up. First he tries to penetrate her backdoor with his tongue. Instinctively Jennifer tightens her ring muscle, as it seems such a weird idea to her. He persists and her body admits it feels nice. She relaxes. Her ring gives a bit way. Tasty tickling feeling. How interesting, she never imagined that! Peter licks his way further up, but something else enters her butt. It feels stiffer. Probably his little finger. She remembers his lesson how this works well at a man, so why not at a woman? Her maelstrom of erotic thoughts slows down as Peter starts some serious eating out. She squeeks at his first bite in her love lips. Thinking stops …
A Bra And Panties?
It had been a long day, my friends and I had been on long ride in our local forestry area. We always parked our cars away from the usual cyclist parking areas so it was pretty well deserted. As we approached where we had parked we saw what looked like a lady by a tree in her undies. As we got closer we could see it was a guy in women’s underwear, stockings, suspenders, bra and silk panties. We had a small giggle and rode past but as I, looked it appeared that he was tied to the tree. At the cars, my friends loaded their bikes and left so I got on my bike and cycled back to where the guy was. "Hey, do you need any help?" I asked expecting someone else to appear out of the bushes. “Oh thank god you came back, I thought I was gonna be here all night"!” He looked a little distressed so I started to untie the ropes around his hands then sank to my knees and started to undo the ropes around his legs. I looked up and saw the bulge in his tight silk panties. He wasn't hard but they were so small his cock made them bulge. He told me that some guys at a club had invited him to a fetish party, but once away from the place they started to verbally attack him then took him to the woods and left him there. I looked him up and down and thought how good he looked pretty good as a woman. I noticed his shaved legs and hairless chest. I started to get a few tingling sensations which isn’t good when wearing cycling shorts. He told me his name was Geoff, but he called himself Zoe when dressed and …
My First Time Sucking Cock
The first time I ever sucked a cock was when I was married to my second wife. Before we married, we talked about doing group scenes but it was then just fantasy. However, a couple of years after we had married, she again broached the subject. And like many men, I leapt at the chance of being with my wife and another person…especially another woman, I had visions of me fucking another woman while my wife (an admitted bisexual) french-kissed her and sucked her tits. However, I soon learned that it is hard as fuck to find another woman to join a couple but easy as hell to find a man who wants to fuck your wife. Eventually, using an adult swingers site, we finally arranged to meet another man at a hotel. We first met in the lounge and had a good conversation, then went to his room. He and my wife immediately began kissing, then we all undressed. But what surprised me was what happened when my wife went to her knees and began sucking his cock. My dick was already hard, of course, but when I saw that large dick going in and out of my wife’s mouth, I found my cock growing even harder. I loved the look of that smooth, naked shaft as it slid in and out of her mouth. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to grasp that hard cock as my tongue circled that big head. For at least a moment, I even didn’t want my wife to be there. I only wanted to feel and taste this man’s cock, to slide my own hard dick against his body, his balls…and then a cascade of thoughts I had never had before swept over …
Dancing with Grace pt 4
Steve couldn't believe it. Grace had lied to him. Gracie! How could this happen? Danny was in New Jersey for a family funeral. It was supposed to be his weekend with Grace, so rather than making Rachel and Step-Stan change their plans to go out of town, Steve and Catherine had volunteered to keep her while Danny was gone. Grace had called him before school was over to see if she could go home with Lucy and let him pick her up there later. After confirming Lucy's mom would be the one picking them up, Steve felt comfortable with it since he needed to finish a couple of things at work anyway. He also knew that Grace occasionally went home with Lucy, so there was no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. But then everything changed. Steve caught a case and needed to pick Grace up from Lucy's early and get her back home before going to the crime scene. Imagine the surprise when he arrived at Lucy's house and found no one home. Trying to keep his cool and not think about "worst case scenario", he called Lucy's mom. She had brought the girls home from school, but then had to run a couple of errands. She had left Grace and Lucy with "big sister", Maggie. That also was not out of the ordinary since Maggie had watched the girls before. So Steve had three missing girls and a worried mom. Where could they be? Steve tried not to panic, but it was getting harder by the second. He had already tried Grace's phone twice and didn't get an answer. He decided to try again. "Hi, Uncle …
Sallys Saturday Double Matinee
Sally was a very beautiful girl, with long dark hair. She wore it mostly in a bun at her job as a loan officer at the local bank and was respected in the neighborhood. Her mom, Candy, at thirty-six could pass for Sally’s sister. Sally was named after the boy who got her mom pregnant at sixteen. When she told Sal of the happy event, his parents took him and left town, never to return. Day in and day out Sally would fantasize about meeting him and what she would say. She gravitated toward older men while boys her age bored her. She had her share of boyfriends but never anything serious developed. She lost her virginity on prom night to her date, like many of the local girls. Sally considered it her duty to ‘put out’ for the expense he went through. The whole event lasted about twenty minutes from the first deep kiss to a few thrusts and him pulling out and cumming on her belly. She was left to clean up while he was busy ‘high fiving’ his friends. To her it was so childish and she knew a man wouldn’t behave that way. Candy worked at a factory on the outskirts of town on the graveyard shift. She had a new boyfriend every couple of months. Sally called their back door ‘the revolving door’ with all the new men coming and going. Her latest squeeze was some guy named Rusty, who everyone called ‘Big Popi.’ When Sally noticed the outline of his cock through his tight jeans she knew it wasn’t his stature that gave him that nickname. He worked at a porn movie house, in the next town, as …
Chance Encounter
I met Olivia at a dog park in Highland Park, we chatted as our dogs ran around. Olivia is 5' 6" tall, slender curvy body, shoulder length brunette hair, single never married, no children, her breasts small ice cream cones. I see her again at the coffee shop sitting near the door. I walk in dropping a note on her table and continue to the counter to order my coffee. Olivia picks the card up to read; Do you feel horny .. Do you want more than anything to feel your cum spurting out of your pussy .. Do you want relief and release right now ….??? If so place this note on the table folded in half placing it to the right of you .. Then wait for me to walk past you and follow me…. I watch as she reads and rereads the note over and over again. Its still in her hand as I pay for my coffee. I pay, she lowers the note to the table, it hovers in front of her until….Until it’s dropped to the right hand side of her. I walk past her table, I pause briefly, my hand over the note as I look at her. I lean down and rub my crotch. Smile, then pick up the note and walk away. I don’t stop walking until I'm at the nearby park. The one with plenty of trees and secluded private areas. The one that I have walked for hours to find the spot. The spot with lots of privacy but with the thrilling odd chance at being seen. She follows me in silence, walking casually behind me, until we reach the spot I have picked. I reach into my pocket after sitting on the ground. In silence I pull out another note …
Sex With Girls Of My Tuition Class
I was about 21 year old at that time. 85 kg weight and muscular body with 6 feet height. And i was a student. I used to go for tuitions. At my tuition there were many girls but one of them was extremely beautiful and i was attracted to her. Many boys used to follow her after tuition and used to pass comments on her. Her name was Anchal 20 year old. She was dam hot with about height of 5.6 and fair looking. Her figure was about 32 28 30. With a beautiful face like angle. Looked cute and was simple. She always had her friend with her. Her name was Anisha 18 year old. She was also hot and about height of 5.5. She had model like figure. 34 28 32. And milky skin with brown hair. And used to wear spex. One day i simply bunked my tuition and after class i followed Anchal and asked copy frm her telling that i was absent so i need to copy the notes. She gave it to me saying that i will have to return on next day. Next day i returned her the copy and gifted her two Bornville chocolates. She first refused but i said it’s just a thank u gift. She took it with a smile. Frm that day on wards we used to meet frequently. She did not have any personal mobile so we just used to spend time together after tuition. We enjoyed each other’s company. Anisha was best friend of Anchal. We three used to go for film on every Friday. Sometimes to the temple or park. I did not believe in god. So she used to pray for me. Slowly the day passed. One day she was sick and was absent at tuition. So only i and …
Anal Alan
I was sitting by the phone and hoping that Alan would call me. The phone rang and as I picked it up i noticed that it was from Alan. I said " Hello ". I heard Alan on the other end say that he got the package that I sent him. I asked him the put it on and meet me at the park in one hour. He said okay and then i hung up. I freshened up because4 i knew what will be happening this afternoon. I jumped i the car and drove to the park. I backed in and waited for Alan. There he was and he pulled in next to me. He got out and I went over to give him and big hug and a kiss. As I was standing next to him I felt the bulge of his cock in his pants. I asked if he wore my gift. He was blushing and said that he had it on. I grabbed his hand and said ' lets find some secluded spot. I led him to an old road that leads up to a lookout. Nobody ever goes up there anymore. I looked down at his crotch and his cock outline was so big. After 15 minutes of walking we found a nice spot to sit down. There was an old tree that had fallen and we laid up against it. I got up in front of him and asked if i could see my gift. He was so red but said yes. I undid his belt buckle and undid his pants. I then pulled down his zipper. I could see that he did wear them and his cock was so hard and big. I Lower his pants and let them fall as i raised his shirt. There he was standing there wearing my pink satin panties. I asked how they felt? Very good he said. They must feel okay because your cock is so big …
My Daily Valentine
I do not need one day a year to tell you how much I care. Our passion comes from deep within, It’s something I cannot quite define. We are drawn to one another like magnets; an invisible force brings us together. We take the good with the bad, both positive and negative. When we lie in a passionate embrace, our bodies moving as one, the world falls away; leaving only us. What we have is true, as if it was destiny. I’ve devoted my life to you; you possess me body and soul. You are now and will forever be; my daily Valentine.
Lucy Fucks The Neighbours Part 2 of 2
It was a couple of days after the fateful party before I got together with Jane for a coffee. She seemed excited about something and barely waited until I'd sat down before she started. 'Remember how Martin was going on about Adam and Zoe having a threesome? Well, it's true. Zoe told me yesterday when we went out for lunch!' she blurted. 'Really?' I said, 'so did she go into detail then? Did she shag the other woman?' 'We were in a cafe at the time so she couldn’t go into detail. She did hint that she had made Adam sit and watch the two of them at one point so I assume she did,' answered Jane. I continued questioning her, trying to figure out if Martin had suggested that we have a threesome. Her answers didn’t give me any clue that he had although I did find out that although she appeared to be shocked by her friend's actions, Jane was actually quite thrilled and turned on by it all. 'So would you ever fuck another woman?' I asked, intentionally using the word fuck to make Jane jump. 'I don't know. I suppose I've fantasised about it but I've never had the urge to go out and try it. What about you?' she said. 'I'm bisexual,' I explained, 'I’ve been with lots of women.' Jane looked at me with her mouth open. I reached over and gently closed her mouth. 'Close your mouth love, there's a draft,' I laughed. Jane started to say something but the phone rang, breaking her train of thought. I busied myself washing the cups we had just used as she answered the call. 'I have to go, …
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 …
The Abuse of Marie Part 4
Immediately following her experience with Jerry, Marie took a week off of work to spend with her family. She wanted a few days to get away from her current life and spend it with family and friends that she could trust. The time away was good for Marie and it took her mind off of the events that have happened to her lately and her mind off of all the videos that her new friends had off her that could ruin her reputation and her life. After a week she knew she had to get back to her home and work. She left her parents early in the morning and headed back home although she hated the fact of coming back to her life that she hated now. About 20 minutes from her parents’ house, she receives a text. It’s from Jackie. She shutters at the thought of what the text is going to say but opens it regardless. It tells her to take a turn on her next right and to stop at a bard three quarters down the road. The horrifying reality set it. They’ve been watching her all week. They knew where she was and every where’s she went. They have been waiting for her to leave. All she wanted to do now is turn around and drive away as fast as she could but she knows that running away from what she is about to go through will be worse than letting them have their way again. She turn right down the road and drives until she sees a barn about the same distance that the text told her to stop at. It’s a barn in the distance down a long lane. As she pulls down the lane and gets closer to the barn she knows …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 02
CHAPTER TWO 1ST FRIDAY Mike sleeps in until around ten thirty and wakes to find a note that Marlene has taken Janet to the pediatrician for a check up. The other two are in school, so the house is quiet. He finds coffee in the dripolator and pours himself a cup. He turns on the radio in the kitchen to catch the eleven-o-clock news. As he is making a beef sandwich out of leftovers, he hears a report that there has been a murder in Port Coquitlam last night. He says to himself that must be where the Police car was rushing. Then he hears that the body was discovered this morning. Children who were crossing the tracks on their way to school discovered it. He listens more attentively as he realizes they are talking about the kids crossing the CP Rail mainline behind the vacant lot next to the CPX yard in POCO. Just then the bell rings and he goes to answer the door. He opens the door to an RCMP Officer, who asks him if his name is Mike Claymore. He says it is and the officer asks if he might come in and have a word with him. Mike opens the door wide and says, "Sure, come on in." He offers him coffee but the officer says, "No thanks, but you go ahead and enjoy yours. I have a few questions for you. You drive for Canadian Pacific Express and Transport, do you not?" "Yes, I do. This must be about the murder in POCO last night. I just heard it on the radio. I got in late and slept in this morning. Who was he?” Mike gestures, “You know, the guy who was murdered?" The officer follows …
M.M.P.R: Kimberly Becomes Katty Part 3
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: Kimberly Becomes "Katty" Part 3 Besides being athletic, pretty and popular, Kimberly was also smart. After school she had a meeting of the student council to attend. Officially she was the vice president but she was held in such high regard she almost always got her way. As she went to the meeting room she passed the girls’ locker room. The girls on the field hockey team were there getting dressed and Kimberly felt a pang of longing, like she was already one of them and should be with her fellow field hockey players, even though she hadn't joined the team yet. But she knew her duty and went to the meeting. Politically, Kimberly was about as conservative as you can get, particularly on morality issues. Tommy had joked to her once that she would have voted against Ronald Reagan for president, because he was too liberal for her taste. Most of the issues were humdrum, dates for proms, budgets and stuff, but one issue came up that was sure to cause a firestorm. The school's Lesbian & Gay Student Alliance had requested use of the council's meeting room two afternoons a month to hold its own meetings. Although she knew it was a hopeless cause, Aisha, on the council as head of the Black Students Union, gave an impassioned speech about diversity and reaching out to others. She was given polite applause as everyone knew Kimberly would be totally against this and no one wanted to get on her bad side. Aisha had been the only one willing to speak out for it, …
Troy took me home for Christmas
Backstory: I prefer to be called Patricia, I am a male who has been taking hormones and I have B cup breasts. I am very thin and petite and my facial features without makeup have me look like a girl. The year was 2013, Troy and I had met at university. We had been dating for about seven months now and his family knew about us. Troy stood tall white and fairly buff while i was petite and tan. His family had been wanting to meet me so we decided I would visit for christmas. We arrived from our flight where his sisters Stacy and Jenny picked us up. They were excited to meet me and get to know me. There were only 2 days until christmas and his family was eager to meet me, and were very okay with our week long stay. We arrived at the home and I was greeted by Troy's parents who I got to know very well. Of course I had presents ready so I went and placed them under the tree when they didn't notice me. I glanced and saw my name on four different presents and then even the one Troy packed. It was heart warming. We had dinner and we all got along and Troy's sister Stacy showed us to the guest bedroom. His family had moved house since Troy started college. We had a long day and I was happy to be a part of Troy's life. I slipped on my little night gown which covered basically nothing and a cute pair of panties. Troy had laid down in bed and was just dozing off. I got under the sheets and decided to surprise him. I went under and removed his boxer briefs. He was still falling asleep …
Masters Tree Cave
Daddy comes out of the cave after what seems like forever. He walks over to the blanket and picks up the cloth packaging that the ropes were wrapped in. I look at him, curious about what he’s going to do with that. He looks at me and smiles with a little mischievous glint in his eye. He walks over to me and kisses me sweetly. He then uses the packaging as a blindfold. I smile and shiver. Blindfolds are my favorite thing for us to play with. “It’s time to go see Master, Princess,” Daddy whispers in my ear sweetly. Daddy’s voice is always gentle and sweet, where Master’s is always firm but caring. Daddy and Master may be the same man, but they are two different men. I love them both. I smile as Daddy slowly leads me over to our tree cave. We stop just outside the cave (I know this because I can still feel the warmth of the sun on my back) and Daddy kisses me again. “See you soon, Princess.” With that, Daddy is gone and Master has arrived. ************************************************************************************ My little Princess slut has come to see me. I lead her into my cave silently. She is allowed to speak until I say otherwise and she knows this, so before I can give a command she quietly, but respectfully asks, “Has Daddy shown you the gift I brought, Master?” I smile. She always wants to make us happy, but she does have a cheeky attitude every now and then. “Yes little one. Master is very pleased.” She smiles and stands a little taller. She knows she’s done …
In Plain Sight: An Escorts Story
Let's get a few things straight right from the start. This isn't a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting where I'm going to stand up and tell everyone how many men I fucked and how much I love sex. It's also not some "woe is me, everyone feel sorry for me" story either. You see, I fully understand my decisions and even though you may not agree with them they're my decisions. To be perfectly clear I'm not naive and I know how lucky I am to have navigated the potential pitfalls of the escort lifestyle. I was never arrested, never abused and most importantly I never got pregnant or infected with some disease. At the end of the day I'm 23 and partially retired. I have apartments in multiple cities and a little beach front villa here in Ibiza, Spain. Why 'partially retired'? Well, when the CEO of some Fortune 500 company wants to meet you in Paris for a weekend so you can fuck him in the ass with a strap-on and is willing to pay you 50 thousand dollars it's really hard to refuse. I can afford to select who I want to entertain and who I don't. Nowadays it's about what's in it for me. So when someone wants to give me 50K and a weekend in Paris' elite establishments, who am I to say no? — It started when I was 18 during the summer before my Senior year in High School. My foster family finally let me get a job at a soft serve ice cream shop at the beach near where we lived. It paid minimum wage and whatever tips you got which was none. About the only bonus to working at the soft serve was …
Paramour
"I changed the ring tone for you when you call," Jack laughed. "Here we go, what is it?" Meggie asked, a slight trace of her southern roots in her voice. "Yakety Sax." "What?" "You know, that music from Benny Hill…" Jack held in his laughter, obviously proud of himself. "Change that!" "It's so perfect for when you call and your face pops up on the screen. I changed your picture to one where you're all serious and pensive looking. It's so funny!" She mocked his laugh and sarcastically reminded him how funny she thought he was and said. "Hold on tard, I need some wurter." "It's pronounced water," Jack corrected. "That's what I said, joto! Wurter!" "Water." "I know! …Wurter." Jack paused and listened to Meggie swallow. "Who was the first president of the United States?" "Uh, George Wurshington…" "Wurshington? Okay, Just checking." "I hate you!" "Listen, you should be getting the stuff I ordered for you tomorrow. You gonna be home?" "I have to do the wursh, so yeah, I'll be home. What did you get?" "It's a surprise." "Surprise?" "Yeah, like, when there is something in a box and you don't know what it is and you go to open it and–" "I know what a surprise is, shitass!" "Well then why do you ask, dummy? You want me to tell you?" "No!" "Okay then." "I'm gonna run some wurter and get clean now, we've been talking forever." "Think of me when you lather up your ass crack." "Oh my God! Bye." "Goodnight." "Goodnight fucker," Meggie affectionally (kind of) said and ended the call. …
Dirty
Moana had always been bisexual, falling in love with and lusting after her own. Lately though, she was frantically, hopelessly all about pussy. She fell hardest for women who were socially straight but curious about sex with another woman. Her favorite part of those encounters was always the first time they'd play and her partner of the moment would start out nervous but willing and then…that moment when she'd relax and embrace Moana's tender tonguing. Feathery lashings against a hungry clit was the way Moana would introduce her ladies to their first orgasm with her. If her newly enthusiastic conquest was willing, the session would include wet, slippery and dirty fucking. She loved all of the words for it: tribbing, frottage, humping. One of her favorites was with a woman who had a generous bottom and a bottle of oil. The way her butt gave way and filled her horny slit as she rubbed against her queen…mmmm. That one felt a little guilty about their trysts but came to Moana's house once a week for more. While she preferred her alone time with women, Moana wasn't above engaging in a threeway with a hetero couple. The men were usually intrusive and wanted it to be all about them, but she loved making the women cum and pant under her touch knowing that her man might not make her cum as hard. Her latest couple though were both sexy-hot. Moana loved watching them together. They got off on her watching. He'd mount his partner from behind and she would sit in a chair in front of …
Friends meet to explore thier kinky desires. Part
Part 2 – The Bar-Hotel My hand moves slowly along your leg, from your knee sliding along your stocking clad thigh, gently massaging with my fingers as my hand moves higher…loving the feel of the material of the stockings encasing your flesh, feeling the heat of your skin through the thin material. My hand moves under the hem of your dress, moving frustratingly, yet arousingly slow as it makes it’s way higher, towards your shaven pussy. As my hand continues to move higher, your breathing becomes deper and slower in anticipation and longing to feel the touch of my fingers on your pussy, then the feel as they slide into you. With my other hand I take your removed panties from your hand, placing them in my pocket for safe keeping, though leaving your hand covering my growing but trapped cock, you are barely move your hand, but squeezing it gently feeling it grow against your hand. My fingers move over the top of your stocking, gently sliding over the warm naked flesh of your thigh, you open your legs a little wider allowing easier access to your pussy. As my finger gentles strokes along the wet lips of your pussy, you look around the bar to see if anyone is watching or is even aware that you are about to feel my fingers push into you. No one seems to be taking any notice of us. Slowly you feel one of my fingers slide between your lips and push deep into your wet pussy, pause for a second then begin to slide out. As my finger slides in and out of you, another slides in and then …
My friend and I visit my girlfriend and her best f
The story takes place at Temple University, Philadelphia Pa. I brought my friend Ed and a whole lot of cocaine to go visit my girlfriend at college. It was a long drive but we made it. Christina was my girlfriend's friend and she lived in an off campus apartment with my girlfriend. We arrived with open arms and we all hugged said hello and I kissed my girlfriend. She asked me if I had remembered the blow, i smiled and nodded. I also told her what my dealer had told me, that the best way to blow lines is off a hot girls ass. She smiled. Before long we were all doing lines and watching tv when my girlfriend suggested i do a line off her ass like the dealer said. So she pulled down her shorts to her knees and layed down on the table. Her thong underwear were on display, I could see it was getting a rise out of my friend Ed. So I shook some powder on her cheek, and with a card made the best line i could and blew away. I told Ed he could do his in the same fashion if he so chose to and he did. My girlfriend did not seem to mind her body on display so my next line I removed her thong too, at first she was shy but remember she had a few lines in her and she was starting to feel horny too i could tell. She arched back and clearly her showed off her ass and pussy as it was creeping out from under her butt. It was at this point my vision get blurry I remember my girlfriend and her friend locking me in a closet, not for long, but when i came out I could definitely tell there was some …
What Have I Done
Even though it had been quite some time ago, I can still remember that morning when I slowly opened my eyes and saw a beautiful girl sleeping beside me. Her long dark hair formed the perfect frame for her soft pale skin. Sometime during the night, a few stray strands had fallen down over her pretty face and were now partially covering her lovely eyes. Very carefully I reached over and gently brushed the curls aside, taking care not to wake her. I noticed that she slept with her mouth partially open, which meant that her pearly white teeth were framed by her full luscious lips, lips that I had loved kissing just a few hours earlier. Even though she was sound asleep, the corners of her lips seemed to curl up in a slight smile, as if she was remembering some happy memory. Was I a part of that memory? Her soft juicy nipples that sat atop her large breasts like a cowboy riding a horse on a lazy Sunday afternoon were slowly raising and falling in perfect rhythm with her breathing. As I lay there watching them, I realized just how lucky I was to have her. Unable to take my eyes off her as she lay there so relaxed, brought back memories of the first time we were together. I still remember our relationship back then before she left the house. We never had a brother-sister like relationship. Thinking back, I realized that we never used to talk much. She is my step sister so you can understand why we had such weird relationship. She was busy in her world and me in mine. She is eight …