When Todd walked in for breakfast today, I wanted to crawl under the table and take him in my mouth. But with our mom sitting there, I had to push the urge down. I would sneak glances at him and, when mom was reading the paper, he would wink at me. All through breakfast I could feel my shorts getting moist. At 9, mom got up and left for work. I got up and cleared the table. I made a point to brush my ass against his arm as I passed. Since dad had left early this morning, I knew we were alone now. Todd stood up as I reached the sink and started my way. I could practically feel every step he took. I resisted looking back at him and tried to focus on filling the sink to wash the dishes. He came up behind me and pressed his chest right against my back. Running his hands over shorts he started caressing my hips and thighs. He whispers in my ear, "How you feeling Cassie?" I arch my back so my head rest on his shoulder and my ass presses to his groin, "So good." I moan softly as his hands slide under my tank top and cup my breast. My nipples start hardening to his touch and I feel my pussy clench with desire. I have to have him in my mouth. I want to taste my big brother. I turn and kiss his neck, "I need you, Todd. I have to have you." Todd pulls my hips to his and I feel his hard cock "I'm right here, Cass." I gasp a little and nip his neck. I push my hands into his pants and massage him. One hand on his balls and the other rubbing his head. I rub them both in circles, squeezing …
Just helping a friend. True story.
I have known Dave for a few years, ever since moving in across the road from him. He was a nice guy about 64 (20 years older than me), who unfortunately lost his wife a couple of years ago to a stroke. As a bi man, with an eye for the older guy, I had often wondered what it would be like to 'spend some time' with Dave. Dave knocked on my door one day this summer and asked if I could help him stash some boxes in the attic for storage, to which I replied of course, no problem, I will pop over in about 10 minutes. As it was a very warm day, he was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, very similar to what I was wearing myself in fact. I walked over to Dave's bungalow, and tapped on the open door. 'Come on in mate! I'm just opening the hatch up' I walked through the hallway to find Dave standing at the top of a step ladder, his head, arms and shoulders above the ceiling line, and in the attic itself. 'You OK up there Dave?' I shouted. 'Yes. Just moving some things away from the hatch so we have room to move.' As he stood on the step ladder, I took the opportunity to look at Dave's khaki shorts, and was surprised to see he had quite a package hidden within. I could only imagine, but it was a pleasant sight all the same. Dave came down the steps into the hallway. 'I hope you weren't looking at my cock John.' Dave chuckled. Surely he couldn't have seen me looking. I was shocked at his remark, but so wanted to say yes I was. He knew from previous chats of my bi-sexuality, but it was …
Office Help Rewarded Chapter 2
I secured a few hours of time for Christie and I to “work on the final touches of our deal,” at least as far as my wife is concerned. When the office was clear of co-workers, this angel appears at my door and I know, no matter how much control I think I might have over this vixen, she is beginning to understand “pussy power.” You stop in my door-way with your hip cocked to one side and the look on your beautiful face is that of knowing that you will have your way with me and make it seem like I am in control, i.e., pussy power … you can feel it. But the gracious and erotic thing about it, you would never throw it in my face; that is really where the power resides, knowing I'm eating out of the palm of your hand. I am, actually now, your toy! “Hey beautiful! How are you doing with your little gift. It appeared to me a few times today that you were having some difficulty concentrating on your work,” I smirk. You saunter forward and with each sultry step, your stockings captivate my aroused attention, as they tantalize through the slit in your skirt. I get up from behind my desk and our bodies crash together in a wanton embrace followed by a salacious kiss. Our hands are a blur unsticking blouses and shirts, fumbling with buttons, belts and zippers. Our tongues duel in wet hungry kisses. Pulling off item after item of clothing, when one of us struggles with the other's various clothing item, we help each other in our mutual quest to rid ourselves of all clothing and unite our …
Drinking her
I’ve always been fond of licking twat. You know that kind of guy. Pretty shy with women, but really enjoying eating them to heaven if he’d get the chance. Few years ago, I met her. I’m married, and she has a teenage son. We’re not living in the same town, so we meet quite seldom, maybe once score days. From the very beginning, I licked her and I grew loving it so damn much that I never felt the need to get into her. During more than four years of eating a perfect cunt, I got the best orgasms ever. Little by little I taught her, as she used to be real conservative, certain things as we could both get the most pleasure. She learned to facesit, to break my jaws while facesitting, to stick her feet in my mouth, to accept having her boots and heels licked and so on. Of course, it’s been pretty hard to make her accept to use my mouth such ways. If you’re not into a certain fetish, it’s difficult to understand where the hell the pleasure is. It was even harder to make her piss in my mouth, as it was a fetish she really couldn’t understand and she never did this before. Neither did I, but I was willing to try. She still doesn’t understand, but yet she made me happy this way several times. The following story is that of our latest date, in a hotel room. Please, take your time and add a comment. As a matter of fact, I told her I’ll share our experience online and tell her the replies. The day started as most of the times. I left home early in the morning, supposedly to work. I stopped …
A Taste of Cheerleader Discipline Ch. 02
It had been seven days since Roughton University's Dean, Dick Hardown, met Courtney in his office and gave her some much needed discipline. Initially, Mr. Hardown believed that that incident would have led to a great week. Instead, he ended up having to spend that entire week filling out paperwork. To make matters worse, Courtney was out of town. Her grandfather had passed away, and she had to go to Michigan to attend his funeral that weekend. Yep. The law of averages was truly a bitch. Feeling bored, Mr. Hardown pulled out a camera from his desk and hit the playback button. When Courtney stopped by his office, he made sure that he filmed the entire “encounter.” Mr. Hardown re-watched footage from the event on his miniature camera. As he did so, he began to masturbate, stroking his cock as he watched himself seduce, arouse, and fuck Courtney. A few minutes later, he reached the climax, had an orgasm, and ejaculated. A stream of cum squirted out of his cock. Unfortunately, his cum landed on several sheets of important paperwork. “Shit!” he yelled. He grabbed his jacket and attempted to wipe the cum off of his paperwork. However, wiping his semen away only left a big smear on several of those pages pages. Mr. Hardown sat down and placed his head in his hands. If only time could move faster… Suddenly, he noticed something on his camera. Jenna, Courtney's best friend, had also entered his office. A few seconds later, Courtney performed cunnilingus on Jenna while he jerked …
Persephone in Winter – Chapter 11/11
"She does love you. Perhaps too much." Simon's voice still carried the same self-confidence that Steven remembered from the only other time he had heard it. His thumb hovered over the "End" button, an instant away from silencing him. Instead, he pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to look away from Elyse's name staring back at him from the tiny glowing screen. "How did you get her cell?" Steven asked, after a moment's pause. He was determined not to let the defeat show in his own voice, but doubted that Simon would be fooled. "There's no shame in fleeing from a blow to your very heart, a blow that may keep one from returning to fight another day." "Arrogant fuck!" Steven shouted into the tiny phone. His hand closed around it, now so tightly it dug into his palm like a weapon sent not to kill, but to merely torture him. "Arrogant, Steven? Do you see this as arrogance? Is asking a husband to rescue his loving wife arrogance? Is warning her husband that her very life depends on his actions arrogant?" "What have you done to her?" Steven shouted again, now shaking violently with both anger and fear. "Have you ever taken her for granted, ever disappointed her, Steven? Think about those times, every one, however frivolous or short-lived. No doubt at least a few of those times were taken to heart more deeply than you imagined. But you know that, don't you, Steven? Inside, you're afraid to own them, afraid to count them, afraid they might justify her surrender to …
Park Service Saturday
I was called out of town–hence the time gap in posting what are consecutive days events Saturday morning my wife and I awoke to see fog and rain, a perfect indoor day. The elevation we are at causes the clouds to be at ground level, swirling and looking like fast moving fog. Giving scenic breaks only to sock back in in a few seconds. I always wonder, what with the campers and those staying in lodge and cabin accommodations, how many babies are made on a day like this? Everyone else stirred a little later, Clay and Kelly had left, I heard her laughing in the middle of the night, so Clay got to her for sure. Despite our dream of a no clothes weekend we all instinctively put on pants, shorts or in the case of Cindy a short skirt, so we were all covered below the waist. We all tried to pitch in to fix some breakfast, but we guys were, in short order, told to get out. So not wanting to go hungry–we left the kitchen. We also learned of the shortfall of one bathroom for 6 people that early in the day. We did not have use of other cabins this time of year. Of course Beth wanted to eat also, so as we were eating Deb was trying to nurse Beth and rather than focusing on the task at hand Beth kept looking around at all the people. Then we had a thunder burst after which the Park Phone rang. Mike said to Brad, "we gotta go" seems there was a couple missing overnight. According to part of their group they were on a day hike, got separated and never found each other. The missing …
Deborah: Fulfilling a Fantasy
The day after Deborah and I had given a mutual thumbs up to the idea of me waking her up with a fuck while her boyfriend slept next to her events took an unexpected turn. I had waited until we were alone in the house and gone up to her room to see if she fancied giving my cock a quick suck to tide me over until that night (from the moment she’d told me what she wanted me to do to her I’d been hard as fuck) when I had planned on bringing the fantasy she had told me about to the next level. Her door was open and she had her back to the entrance. I crept forward quietly then grabbed her arse with both hands, making her jump and spin round to face me. She looked pissed off. ‘What are you doing, you idiot? You scared me!’ she shouted. I smirked at her. ‘I thought you liked being, y’know…taken by surprise’ I said, giving the last three words emphasis by wiggling my groin suggestively. Deborah scowled. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ she said before sitting down on the bed. ‘Look, about that. I know I said I wanted to do it again and everything, but…well, it just doesn’t feel right. We’re both in relationships, after all, and…I just want to forget about it, okay?’ I stood, frozen on the spot. ‘What the fuck is this?’ I thought angrily. ‘Forget about it? I had you cumming all over my hand yesterday afternoon! How can you want to forget about it?’ I said. ‘I just do. Don’t make a big deal about it.’ ‘But-‘ ‘Go away! I don’t want to talk about it anymore – we’re done with it all.’ I couldn’t …
Teachers Pet
Today I resume my post as a History teacher at the girls’ college I left two years ago. My name is Dean, I’m a thirty-five year old married father of two and am looking forward to teaching the girls again. My first lesson of the day is with a group of seventeen and eighteen year old girls, one of whom I taught two years ago. I taught some of the others but it is Gabrielle who stands out, she was interested more than the others and was a pretty girl then. Looking at her photo now on my register, I see that she has matured into a real beauty- “Dean, your shirt is untucked at the back.” My wife fusses over me suddenly, her hands adjusting me before I can protest. My Mrs is loving and looks after our two children well, though we haven’t had the same spice in some time. Going into college to be surrounded by predominantly female colleagues and solely teach teenage girls should worry most wives but mine is unfussed. I kiss her on the cheek and say goodbye to the kids while they watch cartoons before she takes them to school. Briefcase in hand and my blazer straightened, I drive into college and park up in advance of the buzz of activity soon to descend. Coffee on my desk, I weave through the corridors towards my classroom before a dark haired girl crosses my path and runs up the stairs in front of me. I notice the sheen of pantyhose on her legs and the hint of lace reveals the tops of her stockings. A colleague calls me back and the girl disappears ahead as I turn to answer. My …
The Classifieds by loyalsock
Blair Hutton wiped the sweat from her shaking hands and gingerly reached for the doorbell. She knew that what she was about to do was risky at best, and dangerous at the worst. Only yesterday morning she had been looking at the classifieds in the local under ground newspaper when her eye caught an intriguing ad, "Wanted, attractive woman to service me orally while my wife watches and maybe participates. All the oral sex you can handle. If interested, contact Eric at 555-3999." Immediately upon reading the ad, Blair's pussy began creaming her tight lace panties, her clit quickly coming to full throb! After a fast masturbation session, she dialed the number and made arrangements with a man named Eric to meet him the following afternoon at his home on the north side of town. Eric had given her only one requirement, that being that she was to wear a skirt and blouse with no panties. She had started to ask why, but thought better of it, and agreed to meet Eric sans her panties. Now here she was, standing on his front stoop, and wondering if she had made a big mistake coming here! When she finally rang the buzzer, the door swung open and she was greeted by a very attractive blonde of about twenty five or so, probably about five years younger than herself. "You must be Blair," the blonde said excitedly, "come on in, my name is Vera, glad to meet you!" She ushered Blair into the study where a dark haired man of about forty was sitting at a desk doing paper work. Not even lifting his …
A Family Betrayal Chapter 31
A couple days after the intrusion my family were able to calm down as things returned to normal. The kids started to be themselves with Adam helping them through the emotional strain that all four showed. The rest of the family dealt with their own emotional awareness stating ‘No one was going to break our family apart’. Those in my family meaning my godparents, mom, Michelle and Travis checked their bank accounts making sure their money was still intact after hearing what Tyrone was up to as of the past few months. They all had smiles telling me to thank my friend for saving their future. The weeks went by in November as any other month. Thanksgiving was vastly approaching which would be the first in years that it would be spent with my extended family. I was looking very forward to eating the meal that would be made by my godmoms and mothers. They made it known to Jack that they were going to take over the kitchen the few days that led to turkey day. He just shrugged saying ‘ Thank god’ to only get a laugh from each of them. During the second week of November I sent Allison a cell phone. I didn’t ask her for permission since I knew what she would say. I wanted to get my plan in motion for my surprise to Adam this year for Christmas. I knew I had to ask my five ladies sooner or later, but first I had to convince Allison to come up for the holiday. From the first talk at Disney and those between then and now I found out she was too prideful to accept any kind of charity. The …
Caught
The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn't wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren't great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn't be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me. I wouldn't have any parties. I had something else planned. Since my siblings were away at college and weren't coming back for spring break, I would soon have the whole house to myself. The whole place to myself for a week! I had many thoughts going through my mind about what I was going to do. It would be the best spring break in a long while. I looked at the clock. There were only fifteen minutes until the end of the class. I told my friends I might be busy during break so I didn't expect any of them to stop by either. In fact, I prepared my situation quite well. No parents, friends, or relatives to barge in on my endeavors. There was only one other possibility, but I didn't think she'd find out. She hadn't talked to me for a long time, and we went to different schools too. Although we used to be good friends, things weren't the same anymore. I don't even know why I had included her as a variable into the equation of people who might stop by my house. I didn't want to think about being discovered anymore. I just wanted that damn bell to ring so I …
Her Red Caddy Needs A Tune-Up.
As an expert mechanic at a local mom & pop dealership, I've done all kinds of mechanical work on cars. Mainly higher-end types of vehicles; such as Caddys', Lincolns, 'Vettes, etc. The ones I like to work on are the ones they don't make anymore, but can still get replacement parts for. In a smaller community in a southern town along the gulf coast, I pretty much knew most of the regulars that bring their cars in for the travel saeson as well as routine maintenance service. It has always been a nostalgic thing when it came to the vintage ones as well. Speaking of nostalgic, my world was about to get rocked, when a familiar car came in one Saturday afternoon. An older, classic model metallic, cardinal red Cadillac pulled up into the garage, which happened to be my last customer of the day. When the middle-aged woman stepped out, it was somebody I knew from way back. Her name was Rose Swanson, but she was known as 'Red Rose'. With a name like Red Rose, it was pretty much self-explanatory. She had all-natural red hair, which matched alongside her recently restored car. Rose was what you would call a real classic beauty. She was average height, weighed about 135, and was nicely tanned. Her breasts are a nice size too, about a C cup size. "May I help you Miss. Swanson?" I asked "Oh, hey Joe-Bob," she said. "I was told that you're a master mechanic now." Then I said, "Yep, you've heard right. I've been certifide now for about ten years and been workng here at my uncle's dealership …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 19
First some blatant advertising. I wrote most of this eight book series in the early 2000s. Publishers found it too racy for them to handle so I sought out an online publisher. You see, I already had built up an online fan base of a few hundred readers, so I came across the German publisher, BookRix. They were expanding into a worldwide market of online books with assorted authors and welcomed eroticism as a genre. With them I have done moderately well since they make my books available through Amazon, Apple iBookstore, Beam, Google, Libri, Thailia and other lesser known online book stores. So if you like what I write you will find my series under Mike Claymore Mystery series at the above web sites. Without further ado, here's Mike… CHAPTER NINETEEN 5TH SATURDAY It's an overcast morning as Mike calls Mr. Clive Reynolds. He explains he's investigating the auto accident in which Mr. Reynolds was involved for ICBC. He asks if he might come around and have a word with him. Mike drives to an area of new luxury homes built on the mountainside near the clay mines. He pulls in a long drive and proceeds past gates, lawns and shrubbery to a large stylish home. Two Dalmatians frolicking and playing in the yard near the house greet him. A tall balding man of about forty comes out to meet him. "You must be Mr. Claymore. I'm Clive Reynolds, but everyone calls me CJ. Please come around on the terrace. It's covered and so much more comfortable." "I'll try not to take too much of your …
My s****rs Big Tits
I noticed that my s****r, Donna had about the biggest set of tits in the f****y. It was a true delight for me to be close to her when she sat beside me to watch television. Sometimes, at the dinner table, she would catch me looking over at her enormous round jugs, and several times, I noticed that there was a secretive little smile that ran across her face briefly. I could sometimes see the impression that her tits made on the blouse she was wearing, how the nipples seemed to harden and strain against the material. Being close to her, especially when her nipples were erect would oftentimes give me a hard on. She noticed my squirming around a number of times, and sometimes, she would glance at me crotch, probably to see if I had a hard on. If that was what she was looking for, I knew that there were a number of occasions where she wasn’t disappointed. One day, when we were alone after the rest of the f****y took off somewhere together, she even asked me about it. “You seem to look at my tits an awful lot,” she just up and said. She was wearing only a T-shirt, and I had a hard on all day, with her sitting close to me. Her nipples were large and dark and erect, and I could see them right through the worn fabric of the old T-shirt. “You mean, me?” I asked, pretending total innocence, yet knowing that she knew. She laughed, “Yes, you. You’re the only one that’s been staring at my tits for the past few months, I think.” I pointed at myself. “Would I do a thing like that?” “You …
MEMORIES #11: Lisa Love -0.1
MEMORIES started as a sexy series of memories from my readers in letters to me as their editor MEMORIES #8 is the first of a series of myprivate memories of my female friends from this site MEMORIES #9 is the first about Lisa and tells about our most recent talks of love and longing MEMORIES #11 is meant to look back at how we got started in writing each others a lot at times This episode does not contain any 'dirty details', nor hot horny tasty teen sex scenes or so! This first part in my looking back in our many mutual messages sums up the boring actual facts I will indicate how the flow of our talks was and how we gradually grow much closer together I will not mention our private preferences – only try to show how our talks slowly developed It all started well over two years ago, probably early Spring 2012, by a very sad occasion Getting back to the very beginning I hardly took time to re-read fragments of it – not yet! Getting curious first to re-establish the scope and rythm of it all over two years at least We wrote till now over 1.250 mutual messages – with me (as with everyone) doing most talking We have fourty-three pages of those private talks – so some of my messages were very lengthy Her username I noticed at a mutual friend, a very sweet smart lovely lady in the United States Her username intrigued me – and I started to tell her my bits of sexy experience in that realm Our mutual friend died very unfortunately in open-heart surgery, no-one had known her bad …
Her Husband Watched in Horror – BBBBTS
Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories….BBBBTS I was getting out of my SUV. I motion for my friend to get out of the passenger seat. Ace worked at a tattoo shop in town. I sold him a computer last year. He owed me a favor. "Buck… Is this the place? Should I get my needle and ink?" said Ace. "Yes! She's right inside. She can't wait." I said. He smiled. "She really wants your initials on her breast and ass??… Wow! That's my kind of woman." said Ace. I smiled. 'Yeah! I'll show you were to put "BK" on her. Thanks once again." I said. I knocked on the big red front door. "Knock! Knock!" Before I get ahead of myself…. It all started about a week ago… I just parked my SUV in the back lot. I got out. I started walking toward the hotel bar. I was out near the airport. I just got off working a long day. I was tired, but need a drink before going home. Thursday is lady night at this bar. There usually a good crowd after 9pm. I was wearing some simple tan cargo pants. A long white button down shirt. I pulled up the long sleeves. I changed shoes after work. Now I just had some white canvas tennis shoes. I was not wearing under wear or socks. I left them in my office. I checked my watch as I walked into the small bar. The place was half full. I took a seat at the end of the bar. I ordered a beer. I then looked around. I saw a few girls walking around the bar. There were a few people playing pool. Some were watching a game on TV. A few people were on the dance floor. The music was not …
We hate clothes – part 05
We hate clothes by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 05 DAY 14 We joined Aiden and Jacob at breakfast and got talking. They asked us what the horse riding was like and we told them that we’d far rather have had Aiden practice on us. Aiden asked us if we were asking. “Yes please.” Feeling a little naughty I untied my scarf at the table and when we got up to leave one naked 14 year old girl followed the others out of the restaurant. I didn’t hear any complaints, or compliments but the place did seem a little quieter than usual. Walking towards the lift Jude looked back to me, smiled and whispered that she didn’t feel too good. Back in our room Jude asked if I’d mind taking her place for Aiden’s massage. “You mean me have 2?” I said. “Yeah, why not; I’m sure that we can fool him into thinking that you’re me.” We’d done that quite a few times in the past but this was different; Aiden would be looking at my pussy a lot. We got the towels out and put them on the bed ready. “What about me being covered in oil after the first massage?” I asked; “and there’s my mole.” “Hmmm, with a girly trip to the bathroom we can solve the oil problem; but the mole…. We’ll just have to hope that he doesn’t notice.” Jude answered. “Well, if he catches up out we’ll just have to do something else for him.” There was a quick knock on the door and Aiden and Jacob …
New Neighborhood New Men
Looked myself in the mirror. 6'1'' jock just graduated college trying to get a hold of myself. Left my boyfriend to seek a job in this new town. It was just before summer when the weather was not too hot but never cold. Short brown hair and soft toned muscles. Nothing that needed a daily workout to sculpt but my metabolism has just never caught up to me yet. I decided to take a jog to take my mind off of things, it helps me get through these stressful days of job hunting in this new city. I did not quite know where i was running but, as long as my feet were moving i didn't care. Starting off my run i realized how long its been since i have had sex. The masculine aroma i was emitting in the air needed no cologne cover. i was wearing an ass less jock, which was what i always wore when feeling frisky. My small running shorts helped me feel a nice breeze, i was defiantly going shirtless. Starting off my run it was dusk, not dark but a sexy orange skyline lit the evening horizon. i took a path going west of the house on a nearby running path i knew was scarcely occupied except for the occasional avid runner. i was in the zone. a light job really helps the blood flow and i was feeling the freedom to be loose. I could start feeling the sweat and my recently shaved body was starting to act like a nice naturally oiled machine. i could feel my muscular butt sliding against each other longing for the space in between to be filled. The forest path was winding along when i noticed my …
My first gay experience.
(this is the true story of how i had my first gay experience on a school trip) I was in high school, and i was about to go on the school trip to germany. I was really excited to go and ejoy my week off, until i found out one previously unmentioned fact in the trip meeting, that we would be sharing rooms with two other boys. I had recently started masturbating about guys, and was desperate to feel the thrill of giving another guy head, so desperate i had spent the last two weeks in my room every evening, sucking on the rounded back handle of a hairbrush whilst my dick grew harder and harder in my boxers, then sliding it into my tight teen ass and cumming over my toned young body. When i found out I was going to be sharing a bed with a guy, i was filled with dread and excitement.What if i got hard in the night and they noticed? What if they got out of the shower while i was getting changed and my desire to submit was too much? I was so panicked i did the only thing i could, i left the trip meeting and made my way to the boys toilets to imagine myself on my knees in the hotel room , my mouth full and my chest covered in cum. A week later and i was there, the hotel room. I had spent the entire journey wondering just who i would be sharing the next week with, which two guys would i be sl**ping in the same room as? The coach journey had been one long guessing game as i looked from guy to guy, imagining myself bent over in front of them, my tight ass ready… My room was number 12, …
Drew and the locker room
So it started on the first day of school . The bell sounded and I walked to class and it was gym one of the easiest class to pass. So I walked in to the gym and everybody was in so I hurried up and got into lines by last name . And the coach was calling roll and he said Drew and I just turned around and looked and there was a tall beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes . And I kept looking at her and we had that connection. Over the span of a few weeks were playing basketball and I'm making 3 point swishes and I just find her looking at me with the beautiful eyes. I got tired of playing basketball so I sat down on the bleachers and looked towards Drew and she wasn't looking at me but I saw her colorful bright green panties it was making me so horny. The next day in gym I walked up to her and asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said no the. I asked her if she would be mine and she said yes. She got up took my hand and walked me towards the girls lockeroom and led me towards one the empty stalls and she locked the door and she asked me what clothes she wanted to take off first and I said shirt . She took of her shirt and I saw green matching braw that went with panties . Then she took off my pants and underwear and she licked my dick and was giving me and awesome blowjob. Then she let me undress her. Then I pushed her against the wall and kissed her with my toung down her throat. Then she guided my dick into her virgin pussy and I slowly started pumping her and then I broke …
Part 10 – The next time
The next day after we partied with Mike and Robin, I woke up and she was sucking my dick. She stopped when I woke. She said when she woke my dick was still hard and she could not resist. She moved up next to me and ask if I wanted to know how Mike got her in bed. I said yes if you give me a hand job while you tell. She laughed and reached for my dick. They got home before me and Robin because we had to stop at their motel room and pick up their stuff. She told me on the way home while he was driving, he reached over and pinched her hard nipples. He said he had been looking at them all night and wanted to see how hard they really were. My future wife said that really got her pussy juicy. She said while he pinched her nipples she reached down and started rubbing her own pussy. It was a short drive from the club to the house, but when they got to the house she was really hot and horny. She could see his hard dick through his pants. They went into the house. She put down her purse, but before she could turn around Mike moved up behind her, reached around her and grabbed her by the breast. He pulled her to him and kissed the back of her neck. She said she got weak in the knees and tried to away but he just held her and pressed his dick into her ass. She said she moaned and said we probably need to wait until my guy and Robin get here. Mike told her that by now Robin had me in the motel bed sucking my dick. She turned around, dropped to her knees, pulled his dick out and starting …
My First Experience – Cottaging (M/b, first time, concensual, young)
I hesitated as I walked towards the steps. Somehow I knew, even though I was only just 13, that if I did this it would change things for ever. I reached the top of the steps, a quick glance round to make sure no one was around, listened for any noises from down below but there was nothing, and started down into the dimly lit, smelly toilets. There were 6 urinals along one wall and 4 cubicles facing them. A guy was standing at the farthest urinal and he just glanced at me as I entered. He turned back to the urinal and just stood there. I went to the second one and unzipped my fly, pulliing out my half hard cock. I pointed it at the urinal but didn't need to pee. I glanced across at the bloke at the far end and he looked round at me, this time keeping his eyes on me like he was waiting to see what I would do. I didn't really know what to do. After a minute or so he turned towards me obviously showing me his cock. It was much longer than mine, probably about 7 inches, but not much thicker, and was pretty hard. He stroked it up and down, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head with each stroke, all the time watching for my reaction. Taking the hint I turned towards him, showing him mine, and following his lead I stroked it up and down, waiting to see what would happen next. We stood there looking at each other. I was fully hard now at 5 inches, my heart thumping in my chest as I waited for him to make the next move. He moved over towards me, glancing at the steps to make …
Show4Us True Stories: My First Bi Experienc
Disclaimer: The following story is 100% truth with no exaggerations or embellishments. Names and/or usernames have been withheld to protect the privacy of other participants, who shall be referred to only by their first initial. If you've read my profile, you already know a bit about my time on xHamster. If you haven't, the relevant background for this story is that the sum of my journey here left me, at 32 years of age, desperate to experiment with another male for the very first time. I was very particular in my search for the right guide for this kind of exploration. Having no prior experience with a male, my appetite was (and still remains) fairly vanilla, so I needed someone who wasn't so practiced that their demands would require me to venture too far out of my comfort zone. Finally, I found N… N and I exchanged photos and discussed our similar fantasies, which included the possibility of his interested wife, K, someday joining us. We ultimately decided, however, that a one-on-one encounter was the best way for us to test the waters. We set a tentative date and exchanged phone numbers to finalize the details. Shortly after I awoke on that fateful fall morning, my phone lit up with a text message from N confirming our appointment. I began my drive almost immediately after receiving his text, knowing that if I hesitated for even a moment, I may chicken out entirely. I arrived at N's house and knocked on the door. We awkwardly greeted one another, although the …
The Last Flight Chapter 6
“I had to see you. I couldn't bear to think of you being here alone.” Jemima came and sat on the chair beside my bed, wincing with pain as she lowered herself into it and breathed out a sigh of relief as she leaned back and relaxed. “Are you all right?” I asked her, “Are you sure you should have come here?” “Not really,” she replied, holding her abdomen and closing her eyes. There was a pause and I didn't press her. I wanted to give her a chance to get her breath back. Without opening her eyes she continued. “The doctors in Toulouse said I had concussion from the bump I received to my head and some evidence of internal abdominal bleeding along with other minor cuts and bruises.” “Then what in God's name are you doing here?” I hissed at her, not wanting to alert the nurses. “I had to come.” she replied, opening her weary eyes and turning her head to face me. “No-one knew where you were. You were such a mess when you left in the helicopter, I didn't know whether you had survived or not. For all I knew you were laying here alone, or worse, in the morgue!” “So you discharged yourself and came to find me.” She closed her eyes again. “Yes,” she nodded. “How did you get here?” I asked her. “The train and buses.” I stared at her in amazement, more than a little bewildered. “I don't understand, Jemima, how did you get the money together so quickly? Surely they hadn't recovered any of your baggage?” For a moment she was silent. “Jemima, what did you do for money?” I pressed her now …