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I was asleep in bed when I felt a thumping on my shoulder and quickly turned to see the cause. I squinted in the bright morning sun and my sister, Gabriella, spoke, "Hey, get up...I'm making breakfast." I glanced up at the clock and noticed it was already noon. I nodded to my sister that I was soon getting up and she began to leave my room. She stopped at my door and said, "Mom and dad went downtown for the day...we're supposed to make dinner, too."
You have trouble understanding how you could have gotten into this situation! All you wanted to do was some souvenir shopping in port to get away from your cruise ship. You thought it would be a nice diversion from the holiday routine you had settled into on your Mediterranean cruise. Instead, you had found your self being dragged suddenly into a darkened alley and had a hood thrown over your head. you felt the sudden prick of a needle, and then blackness descends over you!
Although she could have used the portable Dresser in the car to create any kind of clothing, dressing in the confines of a Corvette wasn't high on her list of priorities. Using her communicator she contacted the ship's computer to find the location of her next "victim" who turned out to be a 36 year old industrial tycoon with a 15 inch long prick and a 16 year old son who was still a virgin. The computer advised her that the two men always ran through the Chattahoochee Park in the mornings and that they lived in a mansion right on the river.
As Gigi's tongue rolled around Roger's cock head, he threw his head back with pleasure as the sensations of warmth and wetness brought him to the brink of cumming. Each time he was just about to cum, she stopped her sucking and grasped his cock firmly at the base, stifling the orgasm just in time. Time and time again he was taken to the heights of pleasure by this young teenager as his 15 inch cock felt even more swollen and longer than normal.
Before letting Roger go to sleep, Gigi told him that she needed some clothing since she couldn't run around in the torn top. Groggily he pointed to a chest, mumbling something about an ex-wife. Searching through the drawers, she found a white Oxford cloth shirt, blue cardigan sweater, Tartan plaid miniskirt with a large safety pin holding the slit together, white knee socks and a white cotton decollete bra and white cotton bikini panties covered with tiny pink roses. Another drawer contained a yellow bikini and matching cover-up along with towels and sun tan lotion.
Galactic Girl forced her mouth and tongue onto Dave's, her lips sucking his tongue deeply into her mouth as she felt his hands begin to lift the skirt and rub her pantie-covered ass. Unfortunately, the skirt kept bunching up in front and she couldn't get her clit directly on his hard cock shaft. "Pull up my skirt in front," she breathed into his mouth, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she felt the material rise like a curtain and she could feel the rough cloth of his jeans rubbing her tender clit through the thin cotton of her panties. The size and shape of the shaft was just right to press her clit into her pubic bone and she spasmed through an orgasm, her pussy juices flowing freely, soaking her panties and leaving a wet smear down his pants leg.
Galactic Girl got up off the couch and stood before the horny teenager. "What you must learn," she said as she let her hands reach up and cup her breasts from below, the taut flesh bulging around her fingers, "is that sex and desire is nearly all mental. Oh, I don't mean that the physical act of fucking isn't wonderful, but to really turn a woman on, you have to appeal to her mental images. Women love romantic situations, soft lights, slow music, tenderness. They want to know that you're making love, not just fucking. And you need to learn to tease.
I still recall her dare to Bob to escort us to a nude beach. Bob's eyes nearly popped out of his head when we showed up to go, and he had a really hard time keeping his tongue in at the beach. He got a good long look at both of us that day. It was shortly after that trip that Bob and I started dating--and sleeping together--regularly. The sight of his cock hard as a rock on the beach drove me wild, and I felt at first that I couldn't get enough of it. After a few months, however, I began to sense that Bob was beginning to take me for granted. Not anything big, but it seemed as if he had more time for the gang than he had for me.
Over the years I've worked really hard to get to the top, sacrificing everything to become what I am today, but it's paid off. I'm one of only three female vice-presidents in our company, and I'm making a ton of money. Unfortunately, that's all I have to show for my hard work. Money, and the by-products of money. Nothing else. No husband. No kids. Not even a steady guy. Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great wardrobe. Sounds great, doesn't it, but it isn't. It just isn't enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get horny, I don't want some politically correct suit to fuck me. I want a real man. Or group of men.
The bar was a dump and located in the worst part of town. It never seemed to close, as required by state law. Most of the men who came here were drunks or trouble makers. Women very seldom, if ever, came in. It was always crowded from noon until 6 at night, because, after dark, nobody wanted to be in the neighborhood. Since noon, some local gang members had been drinking heavily, driving the usual customers home early. Four were playing pool and five were talking with the bartender. Around 6:30 a women walked in. She was definitely out of place.
"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks," stammered the terrified Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the sumptuous leather couch in the living room of the penthouse suite. Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens didn't even know his name. But he controlled most of the drugs distribution in the state.
"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks," stammered the terrified Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the sumptuous leather couch in the living room of the penthouse suite. Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He had a very low profile, and most of the ordinary citizens didn't even know his name. But he controlled most of the drugs distribution in the state.
I have always liked sex. Ever since I can remember, I've let boys take my knickers down and play with me. Although I am quite a sex pot, I do try and give the impression that I am a lady. My husband didn't know about my excesses until after we where married. He says that he would have liked to know earlier because he now enjoys my affairs almost as much as I do. When we where courting, I wanted him for my husband, so I became prim and proper when I was with him. We dated for a long time before a 'nice girl' would allow her boyfriend to take liberties. He of course didn't know that every other night when I was not seeing him I would have 2 or 3 guys fucking me rotten.
Hobbling into his office, as Gayle parked her crutches and with useless legs hanging in space, perched herself on the edge of his desk, the specialist surgeon looked up. Pointing to her foot, she quietly said, "Please, Doctor, watch". Rising from his chair, peering over the front of the desk, the surgeon's bushy eyebrows shot up as he watched Gayle's leg raise itself 15 degrees from the perpendicular. Shooting me an uneasy glance, he asked, "How long has she been able to do this?"
Jennifer was rather nervous as she approached the large house which was set well back from the road. It was the right address, she'd checked it several times while searching for it in the rather palatial suburb as she drove around looking for the home of her Mistress. She pulled her car into the long gravel driveway and drove through the large metal gates which were mounted in the ten foot high wall. As she drove up the driveway she passed a large garden with various small buildings set amongst tasteful trees and shrubs.
The first to recover was their mistress. She pushed with her feet her slaves from between her legs where they had collapsed into small heap after the intensity of their orgasms. Their mistress ordered them to their feet. They struggled to obey as quickly as they could. "Hurry sluts! Hurry! There are things to be done!" She stood up and strode from the room bellowing, "Follow me my whores. It is nearly time for dinner! Go to your rooms and put on the clothes that are there for you!"
Carol Davis sat at her desk sipping coffee, her mind whirring like a computer. She knew Jack Williams, the president of the company where she was employed, would be calling her sometime today and she knew why. Since she joined the company a year ago, she had tried to get him to approach her. She knew he had noticed her, but, for some reason, he never came on to her. He was so handsome, so powerful, so rich, masculine, all the characteristics any woman would want in a husband. And, Carol wanted him deeply. He was her fantasy, a fantasy she was determined to make a reality.
The story that follows is about how my wife June got even with me after she caught me cheating on her. She did it by doing a lot of cheating of her own and turned me into a cuckold husband. About two years ago my wife June caught me after I had met with a high priced call girl one afternoon at the Hilton hotel on a near by beach. The call girl had left a pair of sunglasses in the room and the hotel called the house to let me know they had them. My wife unfortunately took the call as they explained how they had "her" sunglasses.
"Brrrring......Bill?" It was June again. "Yes" I replied "Now it is time for you to prepare for tonight." She continued. "First off if you truly love me and wish me to consent for you to remain my husband you better follow through with my next demands. Do you understand and agree to do as your told?" June asked. "Yes I understand and I'll comply" I meekly replied.
I remember the first time I met Tammy. She was staring at me, in almost a state of shock. Now I know what shock is, or should anyway, since I got out of medical school 2 years ago. It's so SATISFYING to be able to put "MD" after your name, after so many years as an intern. That day, I was working in my new office, trying to get used to how things were run in a small-town hospital. Most new MD's don't like to work in a small town, but for me, it had seemed like a great idea. The town had been advertising heavily, and was willing to subsidize the hospital. If I hadn't answered, they would have had to close. The pay wasn't what it would be in the big city, but the hours were. . . well, let's just say irregular. After medical school, I had begun to HATE regimen. While I could be called any time, and sometimes I worked over 80 hours a week, there were many days I didn't have to even show up.
My first wife's maiden name was Greathead, and considering its appropriate- ness we decided not to change it when we got married. She was an anomaly in her family. Her sisters were both small, fine-boned brunettes, and very flat-chested, while she was a tall, long-legged blonde with a bodacious set of bumpers. Once we visited her older sister who was living in their parents' house while the old folk were in Florida. This sister had just been divorced, and her dainty legs and wonderful ass inspired me with lust. Even her little nips when I could see them under her tee-shirt gave me severe fly-strain. One day I brought home a couple of vibrating "sex aids". One looked just like a 10" cock, and it actually moved in and out. The other was a strange two-pronged affair. In the middle was a little head, then two 9" dicks stuck out where the little man's arms would be.
Mark and Toni were married for 10 years. They had a beautiful little girl who on this day celebrated her 7th birthday. Jenny had blonde hair and blue eyes like her mom. A beautiful little girl. As she blew out the candles on her cake, and opened her gifts, she had no idea what the real present from her parents was going to be. She partied with her little friends til about 6 pm. She helped her mom put the dishes in the sink and straighten the living room. She hugged her mom, thanking her for the party and the presents. Her mom smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her eyes, kissed her forehead. "Dad and I have a special gift for you Jenny. Now you go take a bath then come to our room and we will give you the special present."
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall. Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the white water. "C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..." He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom through the flowing water.
One afternoon, Ginger got a special customer in her dress shop. Linda, 16 years old, was trying on clothes in the dressing room. "Shouldn't you be locking up now? It's past your normal closing time." Linda batted her eyes at the store owner. Ginger glanced at her wrist watch and turned to leave the dressing room. Locking the front door, Ginger hurriedly returned to the young girl in the dressing room. "And shouldn't you be getting home now? I'm sure your mom will be worried where you are."
Ken Carter realized Thursday morning that the week was shot. Since he met Betty Simpson at Casey's Tavern on Monday night he couldn't stop thinking about the great sex that they had together in her van. On Tuesday night Ken made his problems worse. He called the Simpsons and made a date to have dinner with them next Wednesday. It is understood that after dinner the three of them will go back to the Simpson's house and he will spend the rest of the evening fucking Betty while Dick watches and helps. Ken spent over an hour talking with Dick about what it was like to have Betty fuck other men. For the last two days Ken's head has been filled with images of boffing Betty and of watching his own wife Ginny fucking other guys.
Is this what my life has become? Am I going to be a security guard for the rest of my life? I'm 35 years old and all I've accomplished in life is this? Why? I'm good looking, five feet ten, 180 pounds, I'm smart and good looking. I deserve more than this. Of all the places I get posted at, a freakin High School for crying out loud. I remember when I was in High School, I had the biggest cock on the baseball team, those were crazy times. Steve could never figure out what Deborah Moscowitz saw in me. Little did he know it was my 8 inches that entertained her the most. She use to say that it wasn't so much the length that was the big deal, but how thick it was.
Jimmy, 13 years old, and his sister Susie, who was a year younger, had just been watching a porno tape on the big screen TV in the livingroom late at night. Jimmy had found the secret hiding place his father had for these tapes and this was the perfect night. Their parents were out for the evening. This particular tape had a lot cocksucking and pussy-eating and the scenes of the young people fucking were just wild. They sat in front of the screen watching intently, getting more and more excited themselves as they watched. After it was over, he quickly put the tape back where he had found it so his father couldn't tell it had been moved, and they quickly headed upstairs to Jimmy's room after turning off the TV.
At lunchtime recess one day in late spring, Blake casually strolled to a large garden of rose bushes planted on the far side of the school yard. The other eighth grade boys normally never went there: rather they hung out near the school building playing ball games or else huddled together in noisy groups teasing each other and roughhousing as boys are wont to do. Normally Blake would be with them, but this day he was tired of the nasty putdowns and teasing from the other boys. This had become a problem lately; ever since Mr. Grady the science teacher had pointed out to the whole class how well Blake had done on his science fair project. In fact, Blake had been a state runnerup that year.
The first time I realized my preference for "sharing" was in the late 60's. I had already had a few threesomes with a couple of my buddies but the girls were just dates, not someone that I really cared about. The first time I shared a girl that I cared about was when I was in my late teens. I had gone to the beach with two friends and we had met three girls that were close friends with each other. One of the girls, Marsha, was nineteen. The other two, including the girl that I met were seventeen. I don't know what the odds are but all three couples stayed together for quite awhile.
It was my partner Janice, ironically, who introduced me to the Robertson Home - or the Girl Farm, as I came to think fondly of it. Erotica - pornography is the word she uses - is about the only sore spot in our very loving and positive relationship. In her eyes, it's "demeaning." Its message is that all women are objects to be used. No matter that the sex-video and sex-mag models might feel OK doing it, it still makes Janice and her women friends feel threatened; and she believes the porn actresses, strippers and prostitutes owe it to all women not to participate But she doesn't let it stand in the way of our relationship or our own very good sex-life. She tolerates my enthusiasm for sex-mags, videos and the more explicit of the Usenet newsgroups, provided I keep the physical evidence away from her eyes.
When it comes to sex, I've always perceived myself as very open, sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and fairly aggressive, in a lady-like way. I have a very healthy sexual appetite and usually find a way of getting what I want when I want it. And what I wanted, several months ago, was Eric, an English professor who joined our department at the beginning of the Fall term. The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff meeting, I was immediately taken not only by his obvious intelligence, but by his quick wit and easy, self-effacing humor. The fact that he was extremely handsome, very tall and muscular with a lean, athletic kind of build was certainly a bonus, but the fact that he was black somehow made him even more appealing.
Jason grew up on an isolated farm. His father owned 110 acres of prime farm land. He had only one neighbor, who lived across the road. The neighbors were the Maynard's. They were poor people trying to feed themselves off the land. Jason's dad wasn't a farmer, and was into the sales industry, so he was better off than most in the countryside. Jason was 14 years old. He was an average looking boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, overweight for his height. He wasn't into sports like most boys. He was mainly into music. He listened to his music all day every day during the summers. Because there weren't many people out in the country, he didn't have many friends to play with.
This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always spending money on "worthy causes"). On Saturday, the wife and kids went into town to do some shopping and she said they'd be gone 'till after suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole day! It's VERY infrequent that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the quiet to back up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the room that the computer is in. And so it went for about an hour, when I started downloading some GIF pictures. I didn't recognize the name of some of them, so spent a few moments perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all their glory, doing what naked ladies do best! Then it occurred to me that I could pull out some video-tapes of some hard-core porn flicks and watch them for awhile, since I was alone.
I've been at or around summer camps most of my life, since the age of 12. Most of my life was spent at one place, but recently I've found myself moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available. Last summer, I got a bunch of offers from various facilities. Unfortunately, the ones involving the most money were farther away than I wished to travel, so I ended up taking a job as an administrative assistant at a Girl Scout Camp in western Pennsylvania Yeah, I know what you're thinking. How does a guy end up working at an all-girls camp? Well, contrary to popular opinion, there are usually some guys at each facility, and in fact, I had quite a good reputation for doing that particular job.
In the morning, just as I was falling asleep, they woke up. The first coherent thing I could hear was him. "Oh shit! Look at the time!" "Are you late for something?" "Yeah. I've got to get back to my apartment and change. I've got a meeting with Kapple at 9, and I had a meeting with him yesterday. I don't think it'd look too good wearing the same thing two days in a row. "I hate running off like this, and I'd like to see you again, but I've already made plans for the weekend, so if I don't see you at work today I'll see you on Monday." "No problem." The words were fine, but I know Gwen. I knew the tone of her voice. What she meant was, "No fucking way." Odd. I would have thought, at least after last night, that she'd want to see this guy again.
It all began, oddly enough, in a time that did not yet exist. Steven, in the year 2275, had broken out of a maximum security prison using several high tech inventions that won't be gone into, since this is not that kind of a story. I will say that when he escaped, he knew that the transponder they had planted deep in his skull would lead them right to him if he didn't find either a way to get it out, or some place to hide where they would never find him. Luckily for him, he was an electronics and physics genius, a talent that had gotten him out of many a scrape. While in prison, he had begun computations in his mind for a new machine that would allow him to travel through time by creating a wormhole that would open up where the earth was at the right when. He quickly collected his necessary parts, built his machine and set it to auto destroy after he had leaped through time.
Today my girlfriend had a surprise for me. We've been dating about 3 months, sleeping together for a few weeks. I love Linda, will probably ask her to marry me. She's small, only 5' 2" and all of 103 pounds. Real tiny breasts, not even a full A-cup, but with great large nipples. Tiny butt too. And a nicely shaved pussy. If you didn't know she's 26 you'd guess she was in her mid-teens. I'm 31. Linda has two daughters from a failed marriage. The oldest is Cathy, a real cute 8 year old with pretty blonde hair, large expressful eyes. Then there's Darlene. A very active 3 year old brunette. She just never stops! They're really great kids and we've become good friends. I read to them, tuck them in at night, play all their games. We have a good time together, which pleases their mother.
Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in front of a camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of course, it wasn't at any studio. Time for the old home photo album. You and your lover had talked about it for some time, after you had admitted to him that you enjoyed looking at the women in the men's magazines, like Playboy, and Penthouse. But, you had told him, they seemed a little tame, and that you got more excited and envious when you were looking at the more graphic pictures in Hustler. The ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show the pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun.
Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the house, but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he could get away with it. She had not minded his looking, he was young, curious. She would rather have him peek at her than sneak around trying to peek at other women or little girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
Peggy came from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. And saw her son sitting on her bed. He was sitting in the middle of her bed. His cock and balls were still hanging from his shorts, his legs crossed. Johnny looked up at his mother, his eyes seeing her long, slender thighs, the way the towel was tucked just over her swelling tits. The flap of the towel did not quite close near her left hip, and he stared at the creamy naked flesh. Peggy stood in the doorway of her bathroom, staring at her son. Johnny's cock was half-hard again, and he had her panties in his hand, rubbing them at his cheek. With bold eyes on her, Johnny rubbed the wet crotch of his mother's panties ouer his face, and then pulled them to his lips. It was then she saw he had turned her panties inside out.
Johnny caught her hand before she moved away. "Where are you going, Mom?" "Oh, honey," she said. "I'm just going to the bathroom. I'm not leaving the house." She felt good that her son wanted her to stay with him, in his presence. Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand, and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white moustache of milk on his upper lip. She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew. "Honey," she murmured, "I've got to go. I won't be long." - But Johnny clung to her, sitting there and looking up at her face. The harder he clutched her hand, the more urgently she had to piss. She wiggled her hips, a nervous expression on her face.
That night Peggy considered what she had done. Searching her mind, she couldn't find any shame. It had been wonderful, exciting, the ultimate rapture. That her son enjoyed it, she had no doubt whatsoever. She was amazed at his behavior, though. He was so very young, yet had washed his face with her piss-wet panties, sucked on the crotch of them, and even pressed them into her mouth. Peggy felt even grown men would not have gone that far without some sort of previous exposure. Tossing in her bed, the events whirling through her mind, she found her cunt throbbing, her tits swollen inside her nightgown. She considered calling her son, have him get into bed with her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her cunt. She wanted him to put his cock up her pussy and fuck her deep and hard.
Peggy floated about the house. The changes in her, and in Johnny, were pleasantly surprising. As young as he was, she couldn't get over how willing and eager he was to do things many grown men would not do, or even think of doing. She was surprised at her herself too. She found it intensely exciting to piss, especially with her son close by. This thing about pissing didn't bother her, nor did it bother her son. She was no longer hesitant to let her son see her naked, see her cunt and ass and tits. Johnny showed more interest in her cunt and ass than her tits, but she didn't mind. Her tits were sensitive, and she loved to have them touched and squeezed, licked and sucked, but she wanted her cunt and ass touched and kissed more than her tits.
That night Peggy considered what she had done. Searching her mind, she couldn't find any shame. It had been wonderful, exciting, the ultimate rapture. That her son enjoyed it, she had no doubt whatsoever. She was amazed at his behavior, though. He was so very young, yet had washed his face with her piss-wet panties, sucked on the crotch of them, and even pressed them into her mouth. Peggy felt even grown men would not have gone that far without some sort of previous exposure. Tossing in her bed, the events whirling through her mind, she found her cunt throbbing, her tits swollen inside her nightgown. She considered calling her son, have him get into bed with her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her cunt. She wanted him to put his cock up her pussy and fuck her deep and hard. She wanted to feel the hardness of his prick throbbing inside her fiery pussy, stretching those hairy lips.
It had been a long day and Gloria was tired. She had watched her two children all day and frequently had to stop what she was doing to break up their constant fights. She had also cleaned the house, did the shopping, and washed four loads of clothes in the antique washer which needed almost constant attention lest it stop running. She was looking forward to a quiet evening at home with her husband Bill when the phone rang. It was Bill telling her that he had to work late and would not be home until around nine that night. Disappointed, Gloria understood the demands of work and said that she would eat without him and leave him something in the oven.
Cathy Jella stood at her front window that looked out on the street in front of their home. Cathy was a beautiful full bodied female that loved life. Her life was about to expand a great deal.A huge moving van had just pulled up in front of the house next door... followed shortly a shiny new convertible with California plates. Cathy had not been the least bit unhappy to see the old neighbors go. They were a real pain in everyone's ass, not the least bit friendly. She hoped the new neighbors would be a bit friendlier.
It all began, oddly enough, in a time that did not yet exist. Steven, in the year 2275, had broken out of a maximum security prison using several high tech inventions that won't be gone into, since this is not that kind of a story. I will say that when he escaped, he knew that the transponder they had planted deep in his skull would lead them right to him if he didn't find either a way to get it out, or some place to hide where they would never find him. Luckily for him, he was an electronics and physics genius, a talent that had gotten him out of many a scrape. While in prison, he had begun computations in his mind for a new machine that would allow him to travel through time by creating a wormhole that would open up where the earth _was_ at the right _when_.
While they weren't particularly religious, Tim's parents still believed in godparents and Tim's were his mother's aunt and his father's best friend. Uncle Fred, Tim's godfather, worked for the same company, cottaged on the same island on the Canadian Shield, and was a widower with three boys, the oldest two either side of Tim in birth dates. Scott, the eldest, was a very sexual teenager and it was he who first helped Tim grow into his gay identity. While the cottage was in construction, the family had used a small cabin in which to camp, and it was in this cabin that the boys slept during the summer months. Because of space limitations in the first year of construction, there was one bed in the boys' room, so it was more of a platform than anything else. This made for raucous over nighters with pillow and blanket fights.
Goldilocks walked through the forest, burning with anger. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Goldilocks had left her house over an hour ago, after getting a very hot phone call from her boyfriend, Jake. He had described a large variety of interesting and (in some states) illegal things he would do to her if Goldilocks could manage to sneak out of her house. Well, she had managed it, which wasn't easy for a nineteen-year- old girl, especially in her house. Goldilocks had been forced to climb out of her bedroom window after telling her dad that she was taking a nap.From there, Goldilocks had snuck off into the forest. Her boyfriend had come up with what seemed to be a great idea - they would do it in the woods, miles from where anyone from town would catch them.
Melissa Bear's breasts and crotch were still tingling as she emerged from the kitchen, trying to keep a goofy smile off her face. In one hand, she held Barry Bear's bowl filled with normal porridge. In the other, she held the two bowls of Passion Porridge. She couldn't wait for Paul Bear to taste it. If it affected him anywhere near the way it affected her, Melissa was going to be sore tomorrow morning. Paul and Barry were at the dining room table already. Paul was still reading his newspaper. Barry was flipping through a Stephen King novel. As Melissa set their bowls down in front of them, Paul grinned.
Goldilocks felt really strange as she swallowed the last of the porridge. She could feel it as a lump sliding over her tongue, down her throat, into her stomach where it began to burn like a lump of coal. The heat was spreading through her body, but mainly downwards into her slit. Her breasts felt like they were swelling to double their size, every nerve ending crawling to the skin to make them as sensitive as possible. Goldilocks closed her eyes, feeling her heart begin to pound harder and harder. Something was beginning to throb inside her cavernous regions, starting from the inside and moving out. Waves of pleasure began to flow through it, causing little moans to break through her clenched lips.
Goldilocks picked up the fleshy vibrator. She ran a moistened finger along the shaft, savoring its warmth. A small switch was at the base which she flicked. The device began to tremble in her glistening hands. Goldilocks spread her legs again and looked down her lean, tanned belly at her soaking wet crotch. She brought the vibrator down to carress the engorged lips of her slit. On contact with the buzzing tip, Goldilocks let out a groan. She began to shiver as pleasure swept through her body. The vibrator's hum wavered as she moved the tip up and down the length of her crack.
"Why would a naked woman break into our house?" Paul asked. The woman's smile broadened. She smacked her lips, then slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at Barry. Her eyes widened as she screamed. The woman grabbed her blanket and dragged it up to cover herself. "Oh my god," she blurted out. "I'm so sorry, I was lost and cold and this house was there and I just wanted to warm up and get directions..." Paul had his gun pointed at her head as he snarled, "Is that why you're in my son's bed, naked, with a dildo up your cunt?"
Paul looked over Goldilocks' slender back to watch her devouring his wife's slit. Melissa was clutching the young woman's hair with both hands like she was holding onto the reins of a horse. Her expression was twisted in pleasure. She began to buck her hips into the girl's face. "Yes," she hissed. "Eat me...eat me out..." She opened her eyes to look at her husband. She gave him an open-mouthed smile. The look sent something stirring in him. He looked down at Goldilocks. They were all having sex with her; him and Barry drilling her soaking-wet cave as Melissa humped her face. Paul grabbed Goldilocks by her hips. He began to pump harder and harder, feeling the familiar stirring in his balls at last. He had reached even the limits of the aphrodisiac's endurance.
Goldie was bored and decided to take a walk in the forest. At first the fresh air seemed cool and inviting. But as the sun rose higher in the sky, the air became more sultry. Little rivers of perspiration trickled down her neck and around the mounds of her breasts, disappearing into the top of her sundress. The damp cloth clung to her skin, outlining her nipples. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to let the air get to her sweaty skin. "It's so hot and I'm so thirsty," she moaned out loud. Trudging along the path, she came to a small cottage nestled in the woods. Surely, whoever lived here would give her at least a drink and shelter from the heat. Goldie knocked on the door. No answer. She tried the door and it opened easily.
Gilligan had never had much trouble sleeping and, even in his current state of anxiety, he was soon falling fast asleep. As he faded off, the image of the head on the totem pole continued to plague him, and although there was none in the original episode (but then again, there was no SEX in the original episode either), he began to detect the wavy images and tinkling music of an upcoming dream sequence. He could feel the bamboo crown of the totem pole head on his own head and his torso was covered with a reed breastplate. Around his hips was the grass skirt of a native and his wrists and ankles were adorned by brightly colored bird feathers. He could feel and smell the warpaint which covered his face and body as he lurked in a cover of jungle shrubbery.
It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade show and won't be home until Sunday night late. Bobby is coming home from college for the week- end tomorrow and I am really looking forward to seeing him. It's been over a month now. I am terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third glass of wine while watching some stupid program on tv. The phone rings. "Hello." "Hi, Penny, this is Ken....." My body starts to tingle just hearing his voice. I am so glad to hear from him. "Hi, Ken." "Is it ok if I come down. I see Bob's car is not there." "Is anyone with you?" I hope he is alone. I am not going to let him come down if anyone else is with him.
I was a young man when the Depression hit. I remember well going from middle class to poor almost overnight. I was the oldest of four kids, and the only male other besides my father in the family. Dad managed to get a job on the North Carolina estate of a rich industrialist. We had a house and food, so all in all, we had it better than most. I worked on the farm along with my dad, and my mother and sisters worked in the big mansion. The owner spent most of his time up north, so the house was really his mother's. I was constantly horny. Since I had to share a bedroom with my sisters, I rarely got to beat off at night. I usually pulled off in the barn when nobody was around. That's what I was doing when Lucy caught me.
Maggie Peters was starting her senior year in Blasedalte High as sexually unsated as she had ended the previous semester. She was so horny, every time she took a step she could feel her panties dampen more and suck up into the rubbery slit of her hot little pussy. After a lonely summer at her grandparent's farm in Nebraska, she had returned to Rochester, New York, no more hopeful than when she had left. She was a delicate looking eighteen year old with dark hair and a petite figure. Her breasts, like the rest of the women in her family, were unusually large, making her waist appear even tinier than it was in her pale blue blouse. She wore a pleated skirt, knee high socks and saddle shoes. Her soft brown eyes scanned the corridor until she located her best friend, Karen Sheen.
By the time Julie had stalked out of the locker room, Mike's hardon had softened considerably and was arcing comfortably over his plump testicles. He gave the thick piece of meat a few easy strokes, then stepped back underneath the shower to rinse the suds from his well muscled body. Maggie had three of her fingers embedded in Karen's snatch and her thumb stroking the blonde's swollen clit. Her friend may not have cum, but by the way she was humping her ass around in the cramped locker, she was pretty damned close. "Quiet, or Mike will hear us," Maggie cautioned not exactly cooled off herself.
"What are you so upset about?" Karen asked as she rushed to catch up with Maggie who was storming down the corridor toward the front entrance of the high school. "That little rat bastard came in my mouth!" Maggie hissed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand for the tenth time. It didn't do any good. The ripe flavor of fresh semen still lingered on her tongue, as if Norman's thick cream had permanently saturated her flesh. "We went there to get laid," Karen reminded her friend. "I don't care what we went there for, I never had any intentions of letting that pimply little runt shoot off in my mouth. I feel like nothing more than a human condom."
After Maggie got home from studying with Karen, she couldn't believe how horny she had gotten just thinking about the first time she and Karen had fingerfucked each other during one of their sleep-overs. That coupled with remembering how she had let Norm eat out her box today and she had reciprocated by taking his huge ram between her lips, then swallowing his cum load, made her pussy as wet as it had been when she was half naked in the boys locker room. The dark blotch soaking through her panties was more than testimony of her feverish excitement. She straddled her feet a good yard apart, watching her reflection in her mirror do same and seeing her naked breasts jiggle in the soft shadows of her room.
All the family were now fully grown and left the nest. His wife had died a few years previous and he was all alone. He often hired video's to satisfy his still active libido and would sit watching the young couples cavorting on his TV screen as he masturbated before climbing up the stairs to his empty bed. He particularly missed his wife at winter time, the bed never seemed to warm up and the days seemed long and dismal. He sat in his arm chair reminiscing the times he and his wife had spent together, where they had been together and especially their sex life. They had been active right up till the time she fell ill. It made him sad to think of the few weeks he watched as his wife slowly got worse and eventually died.
When Liz and I first got married almost twenty one years ago I supported our household while she finished her degree. Those of you that have read my other stories about my lovely cheating wife will remember that we discovered my passion for watching her fuck other men early on in our relationship. Liz was very active in school and I think, kind of thought of college as an extension of her high school days. She loved to party (didnt we all ?) and take part in womens sports as well as you guessed it, she was a cheerleader, just like in high school. She was then and is now in excellent shape ( check out her pics.) constantly striving to keep her 54 , 115lb, 35b body in top physical condition.
This is an absolutely true story. I'm a liguistics professor at a prominent Southern California University (I've used the pseudonym of "Stan Kiley" here to protect me from possible legal problems). Although every professor dreams of having his young female students offer him sex for grades, it had never happened to me, or anyone I knew, until last year. Lisa T. was a freshman student, one of many in an overcrowded intro class I was teaching. The class is designed to serve as an overview to the science of linguistics, to give the students a chance to decide if they want to major in the field. Most professors teaching this section see it as their job to scare away the timid by making the intro class fairly tough. Linguistics is a demanding, tricky field. We want to make sure a student is extremely serious before he or she decides to choose it as a major.
My grandfather had died several years earlier and during the summer when I was 16, at my dads urging, I had agreed to spend part of my summer school break helping my grandmother paint and fix up her small farm in preparation of selling it. The farm was not much anymore, situated in a very remote part of West Virgina, in fact her house had no running water or bathroom, having a well out front and a outhouse in the rear. Baths were either taken down at the creek or one washed off using a wash tub in the kitchen. For about the first week of my stay I had been washing off down at the creek, then a period of rain made that impossible due to the creeks muddy water. My grandmother, a believer in full cleaniness, on my 2nd day without a good bath, had me haul enough water into the house to fill the wash tub, just barely large enough for one to sit down in.
All the family were now fully grown and left the nest. His wife had died a few years previous and he was all alone. He often hired video's to satisfy his still active libido and would sit watching the young couples cavorting on his TV screen as he masturbated before climbing up the stairs to his empty bed. He particularly missed his wife at winter time, the bed never seemed to warm up and the days seemed long and dismal. He sat in his arm chair reminiscing the times he and his wife had spent together, where they had been together and especially their sex life. They had been active right up till the time she fell ill. It made him sad to think of the few weeks he watched as his wife slowly got worse and eventually died.
It was the summer of 85, back when I was just a young girl of 18. I needed to get away from college AND my folks, so I was spending my vacation with my grandmother. I was expecting to enjoy some quite time, but after just a few weeks I was bored stiff. MY grandmother lives way out in the country, so there weren't many people around, and I just didn't know what to do. I read all the books I had brought with me, and all my grandmothers old Readers-Digest, and now there was nothing even semi-intereseting left. Of course, idle hands will find something to do. When I was in first grade we always had Nap-Time at One O'clock. I just wasn't the type of child to take much lying still. I would count the cracks in the ceiling, then, I would try to tell myself stories. Eventually I found a way to occupy myself that was MUCH more rewarding. One afternoon, when I was lying there
Grand Pa had been sad for a long time it seemed to his little grand daughter Lulu. Sometimes, when she visited him, he had tears in his eyes. Daddy said that in his day Grand Pa was quite a ladies' man. Lulu had found some of Grand Pa's magazines under his bed that showed women doing all kinds of funny things. Finally, Grand Ma became unhappy with Grand Pa and insisted that he go to a special kind of doctor. Grand Pa grumbled and complained, but he went any way. When her grandparents came home they brought new medicine for Grand Pa. Lulu saw a small bottle with little blue pills in them. "I really hope this works, Grand Ma. I am getting very discouraged." "Don't worry Grand Pa. If you take one now you'll be ready in an hour and Lulu will be out of the way in bed," she said, not noticing that Lulu was under the kitchen table.
I am a male now in my 40's who had a "family" experience at age 16 with my fathers mother and I have always had fond memories of the experience. My grandfather had died several years earlier and during the summer when I was 16, at my dads urging, I had agreed to spend part of my summer school break helping my grandmother paint and fix up her small farm in preparation of selling it. The farm was not much anymore, situated in a very remote part of West Virgina, in fact her house had no running water or bathroom, having a well out front and a outhouse in the rear. Baths were either taken down at the creek or one washed off using a wash tub in the kitchen.
My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It's tough when your 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny.
One beautiful summer morning, about three weeks after Anna's arrival, Roland came to visit Jimmy. As usual he had walked into the house quite unexpectedly and he wanted Jimmy to go fishing with him in North Creek which was about twenty minutes of fast walking on one of the trails at the back of Jimmy's house. North Creek was a slow moving stream that could be called a river since at some places it was a couple of hundred feet wide. But at other places it was very narrow and moving fast, it winded northward to finally empty in Ross River. There were plenty of fish in the small river, especially in the lake-like portions where they used to go fishing.
My first wife's maiden name was Greathead, and considering its appropriate- ness we decided not to change it when we got married. She was an anomaly in her family. Her sisters were both small, fine-boned brunettes, and very flat-chested, while she was a tall, long-legged blonde with a bodacious set of bumpers. Once we visited her older sister who was living in their parents' house while the old folk were in Florida. This sister had just been divorced, and her dainty legs and wonderful ass inspired me with lust. Even her little nips when I could see them under her tee-shirt gave me severe fly-strain. One day I brought home a couple of vibrating "sex aids". One looked just like a 10" cock, and it actually moved in and out. The other was a strange two-pronged affair. In the middle was a little head, then two 9" dicks stuck out where the little man's arms would be.
My older sister, Lauren, was always a wild girl. Even when we were kids, she would do crazy shit that challenged the status quo. So when she got pregnant at 16 by an older guy, it didn't really surprise me. She married the asshole that knocked her up, had two more kids and moved to Los Angeles in the space of four years. My parents disowned her and we never talked about them for as long as they lived. After mom and dad died, I found myself a lonely and confused young man of 28. I drifted around the country trying to find myself. I had kept in touch, against my parents wishes, with my sister during this time. Keeping her up to date on the deaths of our parents, etc.
If I hadn't accepted a 'cheap' ride my story would be quite different. I'd probably be settled down in some nine-to-five job. Maybe even have a wife and kids in a little vine-covered cottage. But I did and my path has changed. As a result, I'm not allowed to even consider going back to that sort of existence. And you know, I'm not sure I want to - now. Anyway, after you read my story, you be the judge. My name is, or used to be, James Carrion. At the time, I was kind of a vagrant. Itinerant worker sounds better, and I guess would be more descriptive and apt. I would work at a job maybe six months or so and then set out for a new place and a new job. At any rate, my story begins as I was between jobs, so to speak. In fact it had been quite a while since my last job and I was getting down to my last couple of bucks when I heard that there were jobs of some kind opening up in Wells City.
She then ordered, "You have a house to clean, so get with it!" Get with it, I did. I mopped. I scrubbed floors. I vacuumed, I dusted, I polished the furniture. I did everything necessary to clean the house until it was spotless. I even did the windows; inside, that is. Meanwhile, Miss Irene was doing exercises and practicing her martial arts. I sneaked a few minutes to peek in a watch her. Seeing her work out made me understand how she took me down so easily when I first tried to jump her, and then how she had overpowered me when she gave me the spanking, which, in fact, still hurt. I knew there was no way that I could get the better of her physically without a club or something.
The Sisters of Circe was started about a hundred years ago. It seems that there was a group of rather wealthy and independent- minded women who would meet regularly. They would discuss many topics of the day, but generally the main and central object of discussion always came back to the subject of male domination, the treatment of women as property, and most of all, how to overcome this domination and give women at least equal rights. "You must remember that this was in the late eighteen-seventies and women's rights were not even thought about then. Women were considered to be the property of their husbands or fathers," Irene interrupted herself.
Arm in arm the two girls came skipping gaily down the path, their faces radiant with youthful exuberance. At first glance they seemed to look alike, despite the fact that one was blonde and the other dark, but on closer examination it became evident that it was only their beauty that matched them. The blonde girl was a little taller, her lushly curved body a little fuller. Big blue eyes helped set off her creamy pink complexion, and all in all she gave off an aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and rich cream. Her companion was smaller and more slender but in some way looked even more lushly developed. Perhaps it was the sinuous and sensual way her body was formed, with high upstanding breasts thrusting out proudly from a graceful torso that bloomed out again into tightly rounded hips above long slender legs. Her hair was made up of rich dark tones hard to define.
In my second year of university I flunked a few courses. The reason was that then I was getting good at sex and indulged too much in it. Since dad was paying big money for my tuition, he was pissed off all right about it and he wanted to punish me so that I would pay some more attention to school, but the punishment was strange to me, very strange. It was a Friday evening in the summer holiday of my second year. That evening mom was away, probably visiting a friend. Dad called me from my room to the living room, where I found my main girlfriend there. I did not know how she got there and why she did not tell me. Sheila, a 5'5" brunette in her nineteenth year of age was dressed in short shorts covering only the necessary and a halter top showing more than it covered. I was pleasantly surprised, but not for long.
Tim and I grew up together. Literally. We had lived three houses apart since we were old enough to remember. And we were in most of the same classes through grade school, junior high and now high school. We had a lot of things in common. We played baseball, football and basketball together. We told each other our deepest secrets. At the time of this story, we were both 15 -- our birthdays were two months apart. We were best friends. Oh, yes, and we each had a younger sister; my sister Susan was then 12 and Tim's sister Cindy was almost 11. As best friends, Tim and I did a lot of stuff together. We explored our small town universe for over a decade. In the years since we turned 13, we had spent more and more time checking out our developing sexuality.
I went back home to the city about a week befor school started. King was glad to see me! And I was glad to see him, aS SOON AS i WAS ABLE, i TOOK HIM TO THE BASEMENT AND HAD A GOOD DOGGIE FUCK! Dad gave me money for school clothes, and I needed a trim done to my hair. Smile!! You know it, I called and Mr.D said today at lunch would be great! I put on a little pleaded skirt I had, a pair of stockings, the kind that stays up by themselves, of course, no panties, and a white frilly blouse that was way to tight!! I also took a pair of jeans and t-shirt and put them in my purse to come home in in case mom got back before me.
When I was a little kid I didn't know I was different than anybody else. I didn't know about sex and didnt really care. Some days I think it would be nice to be that way again. I started learning about sex when I was 9 1/2. I was in fourth grade. My brother Dan was 16 and a sophmore. We shared a bedroom from as long as I could remember until he went to college. One night I was coming out of the bathroom from a shower. When I went to close the door my towel dropped. Dan was at his desk studying. He looked up. Suddenly he said, "Woah, Dave, come here a minute." "Just a minute, let me get my pj's," "NO, right now!" he yelled. As I walked over he went and sat on his bed. When I got there he took the ends of my towel and pulled them open to the sides so I was facing him. He looked down, smiled, and said "Just as I thought, you are getting big."
"My plane arrives at 6. Why don't you meet me at the TWA baggage claim area and we can catch some dinner." "See you then," was her response. When I finally arrived in Denver, I was starved. It was a good thing that my sister and I were going out to dinner. I had been away at my job in Boston for 2 years and was excited about going to the Hunan Wok. I looked around for Ann, but could not find her. "Hey, nutball!" I heard. Turning around, there she was. My younger sister at 18 years. In the two years that I had not seen her, she had changed. Her tomboy haircut was replaced by long strait red strands. And, for a change, she was smiling.
My first wife's maiden name was Greathead, and considering its appropriate- ness we decided not to change it when we got married. She was an anomaly in her family. Her sisters were both small, fine-boned brunettes, and very flat-chested, while she was a tall, long-legged blonde with a bodacious set of bumpers. Once we visited her older sister who was living in their parents' house while the old folk were in Florida. This sister had just been divorced, and her dainty legs and wonderful ass inspired me with lust. Even her little nips when I could see them under her tee-shirt gave me severe fly-strain. One day I brought home a couple of vibrating "sex aids". One looked just like a 10" cock, and it actually moved in and out. The other was a strange two-pronged affair. In the middle was a little head, then two 9" dicks stuck out where the little man's arms would be.
The headmistress said, girls, welcome to this great academy. Your only aim in this course is to train this pet I am sitting on. Each of you would get as many chances as you want to use him as a slave. It is up to each and everyone of you to train him properly. Once you have him, you can do anything, absolutely ANYTHING with his body. I will be watching each of you as you handle him and the girl who gets the highest points, will get to take him back to wherever she wants to and keep him there until she decides to leave him. One of the girls asked, Mistress, why is he the only slave here? I would enjoy to screw more than one man at a time. The headmistress replied, I would have loved to have more than one slave here too, but it is in our regulations that there can be only one at a time. Besides we could not easily find another such slave otherwise we could have cheated a little.
I opened the door to let her in. "You silly old poohead," she giggled, "wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don't you think you could put your time to better use ?" "Oh I don't know," I answered, "I suppose I could think of a few things to while away the time if I didn't have to do this," and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers. She turned to face me and I admired yet again her small face, dominated by her large blue eyes and full, dark red lips which often bore a slightly sardonic grin.
A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his impending arrival. Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would be here to stay for a mere 48 hours. She sighed heavily in frustration. Twice before she had come on to him. The first time, many years before, she had been soundly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty badly. The second was during a visit when he'd had surgery on his shoulder. Can't really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was is considerable pain. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was certainly a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become a reality would be another story.
You might not remember me, but you will almost certainly remember Tanya. She's unforgettable! Even though she's four years younger than me, she's been my BIG little sister since she was ten. We're a lot older now. I moved out of our parents' house to live with my boyfriend, Paul, and our three little kids. They grow up so fast, you only have to turn around and, whoosh, they're off to school. How old are they now? I have to stop and work it out. Victoria's ten now, quite the little lady, and the same age that Tanya was when I first told you her story. Pansy's eight. Those of you who had a chance to read about our formative years will perhaps be interested to hear that there is a family resemblance!
My wife and I had been married for 19 months when our first encounter of the worst kind happened. Before the incident, we were the typical newlyweds who made love in such places that are always the most available but not the most comfortable. Like other couples we knew, our thirst for spontaneous sex was never quenched. I should explain that both of us were raised catholic, especially her. Being half Irish and German, with 7 brothers and 4 sisters, she was still a nice girl when we married. Why other guys passed her up, I'll never know. She is 5' 7" in bare feet, still weighs only 125 lbs., and now has a 36-25-35 figure. I said she was a nice girl when we met, not a virgin. She might as well been one though. Her only experience was one she refused to talk about until our incident occurred.
Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then. The garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up and bend over a bicycle. While I porked her from the rear, we could both keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught. Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their mom got bombed and fell dead asleep. I envied them the time to really screw around. Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum because we were so worried about getting caught. Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie Scout meeting, and told me about it later. We were whispering in the bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit. I pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.
He always fantasied about young girls, those girls just on the cusp of womanhood - ages 11 - 14. When at the beach during the summer he would pick out and watch carefully those kinds of girls. He loved to see their small, firm breasts, thin thighs, tight asses which were most revealed at the beach when they were in their bathing suits. The body style he liked most was an almost boyish look - very thin, small breasts, short hair. This was best seen in girls of that age group, whose bodies had not developed even the slightest sag but was well defined with the beginnings of the classic "hourglass" figure. He would watch the young girls coming out of the water or getting up from their blankets when their bathing suit rode up into their crotches to see their firm asses which blended into their thighs rather that hanging over them.
The man told Chris to get off Tim's back. He told Tim to stand up which caused Tim's cock to pull harder to the ground. The man took the weights off of the band around Tims cock, which was now red from being stretched. He went over to the set of parallel bars and moved the bases wide apart. Then he got four lengths of rope. He told Tim to lie on the floor on his back between the bases of the parallel bars. He put the rope through the wrist and ankle cuffs on Tim and alternating between them, tied the ends to the four extremes of the bases of the parallel bars. When he was done, Tim was in a wide spread eagle position on his back with every inch of his hairless body exposed. The man went over to the band around the base of Tim's small cock and loosened it slightly.
On his way home from work, he always walked past the back door to a gymnastics school. Passing by the school was actually a detour for him but it was a detour he made sure to take. He would glance into the gym just to see the young teenage girls working out. He could not look for very long, for fear that an instructor would see him. On occasion he could linger a bit longer, when the girls were working out on their own. On the days when he came by after a class had ended, he would have to be satisfied just to inhale the aroma of the gym, spearating out the odor of the equipment from the delicious mingle of the young girls' sweat. Even when the girls were working out without the instructor, he suppressed the temptation to enter the gym for fear that the instructor would show up.
GYM COACH I love my job. I'm a private gymnastics instructor. Parents pay me a lot to train their kids, both boys and girls. My youngest students are 6 and my oldest 12. I own the building they train in. It's quite simple, really. A large equipment room with all the varied gymnastics apparatus, two locker rooms with showers, with my office in between them. No one knows about the view ports and cameras I've installed, allowing me to watch my students dress, undress, shower. No one except a select few men and women that also pay me well to let them watch too. Some like to watch the boys, some watch the girls. I like to watch both. With my video cameras I can zoom in nicely, getting great close-ups of tiny boy cocks and mostly bald girl cunnies. Some of the older girls and boys have a little hair but not much, and some of the girls have tiny budding breasts.
"Higher next time!! Put more spring into that take-off!!" , Mike's voice boomed in the cavernous space of the gym. The girl that his advice was aimed at walked back to the end of the runway to try again while her friend pounded past her on her way to the vault. Susie was 12 but she looked less - most gymnasts did look younger than their years and Susie sometimes thought that the judges would prefer it if the girls never looked more than 7 years old. Certainly some of the Romanian girls still looked no older than 10 even when they were nearing the end of their teens. There were dark rumours of special drugs. For Susie, however, the biggest worry was that her chest appeared to be starting to grow and her "boobies" would soon be really noticeable.
It took weeks of observation and planning to make sure his efforts would pay off. He sat in his car parked in the shopping center where the gym was located. The back door to the gym was always open and he could see the young girls working out on the equipment through the door. He watched for the first few days to figure out the pattern and then chose a Thursday for his plan. On Thursday the gym teacher went home and left one or two girls to practice alone until their parents came about an hour later. One girl was there more often than the other. He would watch her come out of the back door when her Mom or Dad pulled up. She looked about 12 or 13, short black hair, very pretty. He decided that she would be his target.
Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in the skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde 19 year old was the most beautiful cheerleader in the senior class. All the boys in school were constantly trying to get into her pants, and to be honest with you, my own heart would literally do a flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts that were constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids wore despie strict dress codes. Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue.
You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It's weird being shaven. You haven't felt like this since you were twelve, and and it's all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend over to watch the fight. One thing led to another... Before long you were sucking Al's cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush. He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every little curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina's sweetness.
It all began on a bright and sunny day in late June, right at the end of her last semester of High School before the summer vacation. As she walked home from her last exam, Katie found actually herself feeling somewhat down at the prospect of not having school and homework to occupy her mind for two months. It had really bothered her that her parents had decided to move half way through the school year, and transplant Katie into an unfamiliar school several thousand miles away from her friends. Now she only had a handful of other girls at school to whom she could talk. Mostly, she barely knew them, though, and now faced the prospect of spending the summer mostly alone and bored. There weren't even any boys at her school who so much as knew her name. Which also meant, that at age fourteen, Katie was still quite and untouched virgin.
It had been a very long day. All I wanted was to go home and feed my kids after they rambled on about what they did in school, who got in a fight on the playground (whether or not any blood was spilled), who was caught K-I-S-S-I-N-G in a tree, and listen to my husband moan about how hard of a day he had sitting on his ass. I was greeted at the door by two very long faces and it came quickly to mind that it just happened (to top all things off) to be report card day as well. Grades to look over, signatures to write, and one parent-teacher conference to make for my daughter because she was withdrawing into herself as well as a clinic appointment to schedule because the school psychologist thought my son was hyperactive. Jesus!
The aftermath of Barbara's experience with her daughter was gentle but significant. They did talk about it but not much, the voice in Barbara's head which had screamed against her during their first encounter soon subsided and it just seemed quite the natural thing to do, a bit of mother daughter bonding. They carried on too. It was only ever a case of Mother fingering her daughter, nothing more, but it became quite regular. For the next month or so, Barbara would go to her daughter's bedroom perhaps every other night, often after Sophie was already asleep, slip her fingers quietly inside her daughter and bring her dozing form to a climax before returning to her snoring husband's side in her own bed.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door. He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but her feet of course. Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire inside of the room, or any room for that matter.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door. He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but her feet of course. Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire inside of the room, or any room for that matter.
The next day at school, he put some feelers out about Paige and Connors. It didn't take long to get something back. "You sure you want to hear this?" Devon asked warily. Jeff glared down at him. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise." "Okay. Just remember. I'm only repeating what I've heard. don't hit me or anything." "Yeah, yeah." Devon sighed, and slumped back against the wall. "Okay, well, Connors been making a lot of... uh well, he said he's been screwing her for the last couple of days." "Yeah, what else." "He's been talking real big, you know, bragging about how she... screams and stuff. That's what he calls her you know... Screamer."
The next day at school, he put some feelers out about Paige and Connors. It didn't take long to get something back. "You sure you want to hear this?" Devon asked warily. Jeff glared down at him. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise." "Okay. Just remember. I'm only repeating what I've heard. don't hit me or anything." "Yeah, yeah." Devon sighed, and slumped back against the wall. "Okay, well, Connors been making a lot of... uh well, he said he's been screwing her for the last couple of days." "Yeah, what else." "He's been talking real big, you know, bragging about how she... screams and stuff. That's what he calls her you know... Screamer."
Things around the house improve considerably for him. Both of them did whatever he told them, not only in bed but anywhere else. Paige stayed away from drugs and Dave Connors. She and his Mom shared his chores, leaving him free for football practice. He was much stricter with Paige than with his Mom. He made sure she did her homework every night before letting her watch television or go out with her friends. He checked her clothes before she left for school in the morning and supervised her as she cleaned the house and did other chores. It was fun getting back at his spoiled little brat of a sister. Getting to fuck her was even more fun of course. Unless someone was expected, he made Paige wear a tight leather G-string around the house, and nothing else. He liked to watch her smooth, long legs, and firm, bouncy tits as she moved.
Jeff slapped Paige on the ass and sent her upstairs as the boys turned to Allyson. She swallowed and blushed slightly under their scrutiny. Jeff moved toward her and slowly began to unbutton the front of the long dress she was wearing. He turned to Phil with a smile. "When you've got a Mother who looks like this, you can't resist fucking her every day." "Yeah, I bet." Phil breathed. "I used to watch her, you know, peaking at her in the shower and her bedroom. When I watched her jerk off, I knew she need a good hard ride." Allyson reddened further and stared down at her feet as Jeff undid the last button and pushed the open dress back over her shoulders. The dress slid down to the floor, revealing her nude body beneath, and the two boys admired it openly.
Jimmy, 13 years old, and his sister Susie, who was a year younger, had just been watching a porno tape on the big screen TV in the livingroom late at night. Jimmy had found the secret hiding place his father had for these tapes and this was the perfect night. Their parents were out for the evening. This particular tape had a lot cocksucking and pussy-eating and the scenes of the young people fucking were just wild. They sat in front of the screen watching intently, getting more and more excited themselves as they watched. After it was over, he quickly put the tape back where he had found it so his father couldn't tell it had been moved, and they quickly headed upstairs to Jimmy's room after turning off the TV.
Jill and I were best friends all through high school, always together and looking for good times. This either meant finding boys, or parties or raising some sort of hell. Sometimes we'd drive around, looking for a couple of guys in a car to flirt with, then lose them if we wanted to "teach 'em a lesson". Jill is beautiful without any question. She's five foot six, with a pair of very nice, long legs, blonde hair that falls halfway down her back, blue eyes, and she's very shapely...how does 38D-24-35 sound? Dreamy isn't it? Jill usually gets all the guy's eyes when she walks into a room, and her love of wearing tight sweaters doesn't help.
I got three women pregnant. The thing about it is none of them knows that I am fucking the others or that I have gotten them pregnant. I expect that will change in a few weeks as their swollen bellies will leave no doubt as to their condition, and since they all live with me in the same house, the jig, as they say, will be up. I expect a few fireworks. I hope I can survive them. The three women in question are my mother and my sisters, Wendy and Janet. Janet was the first one I had sex with. We were alone in the house and she picked a fight like when we were kids. I wrestled her to the couch and then I kissed her. She kissed back and then right there she shucked her shorts, putting her bare pussy on display.
Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a secret tingle in her pussy. She had done something at lunch time she shouldn't have done, and now she was busily trying to hide the knowledge of it from herself. "Another day, another night of study," she muttered to herself. Lost in her thoughts, she wasn't aware of the heads she turned. She was only fourteen years old, but she was a traffic-stopper. Her youthful hips swayed in a lilting rhythm from side to side, as she walked. She was everything a man could dream of in the wettest of dreams!
On July 11th, the temperature in downtown Willyville topped 94 degrees, a considerable jump from the high of 78 the previous day. The high pressure area that Bob Katt, the weather forcaster for TV station KNUT, had been predicting all week had finally arrived. The sun sat hot and brassy in a sky devoid of clouds. Bob Katt had predicted that the temperature would only increase for the rest of the week, at least. The heat wave had begun. Three days later the temperature broke 100 and everybody knew the heat was here to stay. The air was hot and heavy. Those unfortunate enough to be working outside or without benefit of air conditioning groaned and cursed the sun, giver of all life and bringer of all misery.
Opening up to a stranger is always hard, but hope forced Harold along. Haltingly at first, then more freely with Michael's gentle prodding, he told the whole tale. Strange, but it was much easier than the previous night he had told it to Julie in bed. He began to wonder if maybe his manhood wasn't really in question after all. After Harold was finished, there was silence for a long time. Michael sat with his eyes closed, digesting information, perhaps. Finally, he spoke. "I see your problem, but I don't think you do. Control is not the real problem here. You, sir, are attempting to define yourself by your sexual ability."
The ad in the City Paper was intriguing. A science researcher was looking for women to participate in an experiment to determine the intensity and duration of female orgasms. Heather, more than a little dissatisfied with her current live-in lover (he was more interested in his own gratification than hers), decided to investigate. She certainly was orgasmic, but lately, she seemed to be spending more time going than cumming. She wondered whether her physical reactions to love making were similar to what other women experienced. Perhaps the researcher could help.
Dead. It didn't seem right. Sam thought he'd heard the doctor, distantly, pronounce him dead. Had it been a heart attack? For sure, they'd blame it on smoking. Or lack of exercise. Or diet. Which reminded him he was hungry - wouldn't cold shrimp and a beer taste good now! And when was "now" if he was dead? Where was he? "Sam. Sam. Open your eyes. You've had a rough time but it's all okay now," a voice reassured him. "Come on, Sam, it's okay." Sam opened his eyes. A man's face, looking a little concerned and a little bored. "Anything to eat around here?" Sam asked. The guy laughed. "Sure. And it's not fattening. And, it can't kill you." "You mean, you can't mean..." Sam didn't know how to say it. "You mean it's true?" He felt foolish.
"Where am I? How did I get here?" Jacob's eyes were filled with a stark whiteness. He lifted a hand up to his eyes, confirming its existence. Below, above, and to all sides the bright whiteness filled his vision. There were no seams, gaps, or form to his surroundings. It was almost like he floated in this white world. Next, the middle-aged man looked down upon his body. It was the same as he remembered it. He was wearing the pajama's bottoms he put on as he was getting ready for bed. His feet were bare, as was his chest.
I like my job. The pay isn't much, management sucks, and health plans and the such are a fantasy, but the "benefits" really count! I work at "Monster Mart," (The large department store at the Galleria) in the toy department. The main attraction happens to be (you guessed it) all those beautiful little girls that come by! It all started one day when I was "recovering" the department (lingo for cleaning up after messy customers) near the end of an aisle leading into the main aisle. I heard a couple of people walking towards me, and automatically glanced up and back down at my work...
Denise stood at the sink reflecting over her eventful afternoon. She hadn't heard anything from Vicki. She looked out to the pool - where the young woman usually had been spending her days. Vicki was not there. She wandered - nude - back to her step-daughter's room. The cool, air conditioned air made her nipples hard again. Her pussy mound had goose bumps. She rubbed the little prick of her clit lovingly. Denise peeked into the open door of her step-daughter's room. The young beauty was stretched out languidly on her bed. She had been taking a nap. The covers had drawn away from exquisite figure. She lay on her back. Her large, firm breasts thrust up proudly. Her long fingers rested casually in her blond haired crotch. The tip of one finger lay on her clit.
"Most of you would consider me, well maybe wierd. You see, I like a certain kind of sex. I know many other people who like it too, so I know I am not alone. I like bondage and discipline. I just love it, and it's the only form of sex that I get any real enjoyment from. "Here is one of my many very fun experiences ... I had a boyfriend, and his parents were going to go out of town. We decided that I would pretend to be sleeping over a friend's house, but really I would be spending the weekend at his house. My boyfriend had another idea for me too ... he wanted me to be his slave for the entire weekend. We had talked about our various fantasies, so he knew that I liked bondage and discipline.
Helen - yes that's her real name, she's a real person and she's my mate's eldest daughter. That's who this fantasy is about. I've been sexually aware of her since she was about eleven. She has the most delicious blue eyes and beautiful natural blonde hair that reaches to the middle of her back. Her skin is tanned a golden brown and is soft with just the hint of downy hair showing in the bright sunlight on her soft young thighs, legs and arms. There have been odd occasions when I've been waiting for my mate to come home and I've been alone in his house. I've had the chance twice now to search through her underwear drawer and sniff her nice little girl panties and rub them across my cock.
ONE DAY ABOUT A YEAR AGO I WAS WATCHING T.V. ABOUT 4;30 P.M. WHEN THE PHONE RANG AND HELEN TOLD ME NOT TO MOVE FROM THE LOUNGE CHAIR, THAT SHE WOULD BE HOME IN TEN MINUTES..SHE SAID SHE HAD A SURPRISE FOR ME AND HUNG UP..KNOWING HELEN AS I DID I KNEW IT HAD TO DO SOMETHING WITH SEX....I COULD TELL BY HER VOICE SHE WAS ON A HIGH...IN OTHER WORDS HOT.... WHEN SHE CAME INTO THE ROOM SHE WAS WEARING ONE OF HER Favorite low cut blouses there was no bra so I could see that her nipples were swollen. Her miniskirt barely covered her bikini panties she rushed over to my chair and put my hand on her panties.
ABOUT A WEEK AFTER THE LAST STORY WHERE HELEN HAD MET AL AND CAME HOME AND TOLD ME ABOUT HOW HE HAD FUCKED HER WITH THAT 12 INCH DICK WE GOT TO TALKING ABOUT HOW I WANTED TO SEE THAT BIG MONSTER SLIDE ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM OF HER PUSSY...WE DEVISED A PLAN... SHE STOPPED BY THE BAR ONE AFTERNOON AND TOLD AL THAT SHE DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO FUCK HIM RIGHT THEN BUT THAT HER HUSBAND WAS OUT OF TOWN FOR THE NIGHT AND HE COULD COME OVER TO HER HOUSE THAT NIGHT AT 8;00 OCLOCK......SHE SAID SHE COULD SEE THE RISE IN HIS PANTS AS HE ALREADY HAD A HARD ON....HE GLADLY SAID HE WOULD BE THERE AT 8;00 SHARP.....
I GUESS WE ALL MUST REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME WE HAD REAL SEX.....THIS IS THE STORY OF THE FIRST TIME FOR HELEN.....HERE IT IS JUST AS SHE TOLD IT TO ME... I was 14 years old....had just entered high school ...I was developed as good as most 18 year olds...my boobs were firm and nipples were large...I had plenty of black pubic hair.....I had never really had sex...when I was 11 years old a cousin of mine and myself had played with each other quite a bit....when he would rub mu pussy I would get a strange sensation but I really did not know what it was.....one time when his little peter seemed to be hard we tried to put it in my pussy but it shot out a few drops of water and then went limp....
I GUESS I WILL ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL TO KEN..IF HE HAD NOT BEEN THE ONE TO BREAK HELEN IN AS HE DID SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN THE HOT WOMAN SHE IS TODAY..TODAY I AM GOING TO LET HELEN TELL YOU THE REST OF THE STORY ABOUT HER FIRST SEX..... After ken took me home that night things were never the same......I would lay in bed and put my finger in my pussy and pretend he was fucking me.... Every time I went to P.E. the next week I couldn't keep my eyes off ken....I kept wondering what he was going to teach me the next time.....
Helen and I had some neighbors who lived near us named jess and pat....jess and I had fucked together over the years on several occasions...every girl that I talked to who had fucked jess said he could give the best blow job they ever had....pat and Helen were a lot alike...both liked to fuck and were not ashamed of that....both liked to do out of the ordinary things when they were being fucked...they were not content with just the common lay......
I suppose that our attitude about lovemaking was partly due to the rather puritan viewpoint in our country about sex before marriage. Until I married Clarissa, the only sex I had ever had was a few times with the village prostitute. While this was not completely socially acceptable, officials and adults largely ignored the practice. I can assure you that young women NEVER had sex before marriage, in our country. On the other hand, a married couple in our country was expected to have a full, uninhibited sex life. We were encouraged to experiment and try new things.
I hadn't thought much about Marie's training and education for her position, until one evening, while we were lounging in bed after a strenuous sex session. Clarissa asked Marie about her training, and she explained. Marie attended a secluded school for young women who were going to become helpers. In this school, she studied the physiology, biology, psychology, folklore and history of sex. You see, they expected these women to be well-rounded.
Clarissa asked Marie one day about the story of her training that she had told us earlier. In particular, Clarissa was curious about the young men that the school used for subjects to help train the girls in various aspects of male anatomy. "You said, Marie," Clarissa continued, "that these young men themselves were specially selected and trained. Did you ever ask your teacher Joan about that?" "Oh yes," replied Marie, with a smile on her face. "Joan often told me stories of the training for these young men, while we were making love after a particularly exciting session. I'll summarize some of these for you."
Earlier I mentioned that the helper also provides sexual services to either partner when the other is not available. Several months had passed since Marie had joined our household. We had grown accustomed to one another, and were, all three, feeling an extremely close, trusting relationship. One evening Clarissa was in bed, asleep, with the flu. I was downstairs, in my robe, watching television, with the lights off. Marie came into the room in her robe, fresh from a bath, her hair still damp. She sat beside me on the couch. "Is Clarissa asleep?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "that is exactly what she needs right now." Marie took the remote control and turned the sound off on the TV.
People think that incest is such a big deal these days. Heck, when I was ten years old, my mother gave me the chore of getting my father off in the morning. Each of us kids had our assigned tasks to do each day. Some of them were designed just to make it easier for our parents to earn the money that we needed. For example, my older brother Billy had to get up each morning, and make the fire, before my sister Mary fixed breakfast for Mom and Dad. Since I wasn't strong enough to handle the axe very good, and wasn't a very good cook either, my duties became fixing lunch for both Mom and Dad, and getting Daddy off, before breakfast.
In the country of my birth, it is the custom for well-to-do married couples to employ the services of a young woman as a household "helper." One of her main services is to assist the couple sexually, increasing the stimulation of both partners, and servicing either when the need arises (such as when one partner was ill, tired or out of town). It is felt that the presence of an extra, young person, helps to keep the sexual sparks going. The main limitation, which is strictly imposed, is that the man must not penetrate the helper's vagina with his penis; this is reserved for his wife only. Any other form of sexual stimulation is permitted.
"Tim! No, please don't!" Melanie Cartwright protested. She struggled for a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin, low-cut dress. Tim Cartwright resisted somewhat drunkenly, and then let his hand be pushed limply away. "Melanie, for God's sake!" the young man thickly hissed. "We're married, aren't we? Jesus, you act like we were still going steady." "Oh, darling, it's not that," she moaned in a soft whisper against him. "It's that we're in a public theater, that's all."
My sister Cathy is a only a year younger than I and is a year behind me in school. Because we are so near the same age, we have always been very close to each other, confiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with other people. I've always been the protective big brother, and she has been the supportive, adoring little sister. We respect each other's ideas and thoughts and depend on each other for advice and support. This has been particularly true with respect to my dating. Because Cathy is either a friend or a classmate of almost every girl I date, she is able to give me advice and fill me in on almost all of them.
People think that incest is such a big deal these days. Heck, when I was ten years old, my mother gave me the chore of getting my father off in the morning. Each of us kids had our assigned tasks to do each day. Some of them were designed just to make it easier for our parents to earn the money that we needed. For example, my older brother Billy had to get up each morning, and make the fire, before my sister Mary fixed breakfast for Mom and Dad. Since I wasn't strong enough to handle the axe very good, and wasn't a very good cook either, my duties became fixing lunch for both Mom and Dad, and getting Daddy off, before breakfast.
People think that incest is such a big deal these days. Heck, when I was ten years old, my mother gave me the chore of getting my father off in the morning. Each of us kids had our assigned tasks to do each day. Some of them were designed just to make it easier for our parents to earn the money that we needed. For example, my older brother Billy had to get up each morning, and make the fire, before my sister Mary fixed breakfast for Mom and Dad. Since I wasn't strong enough to handle the axe very good, and wasn't a very good cook either, my duties became fixing lunch for both Mom and Dad, and getting Daddy off, before breakfast.
"Tim! No, please don't!" Melanie Cartwright protested. She struggled for a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin, low-cut dress. Tim Cartwright resisted somewhat drunkenly, and then let his hand be pushed limply away. "Melanie, for God's sake!" the young man thickly hissed. "We're married, aren't we? Jesus, you act like we were still going steady." "Oh, darling, it's not that," she moaned in a soft whisper against him. "It's that we're in a public theater, that's all."
Hanging between her legs was a cock that was larger than Michael's own. Totally hairless, it hung semi-erect less than an inch from Michael's mouth. The image was so out of place with that of the exquisite woman in front of him. The young man's eyes darted back and forth between Catherine's beautiful face and the inexplicable secret between her legs. "Yo.... you're a guy...." he finally gasped. Catherine smiled down at him. "Do you really believe that?" she asked. The expression on the bewildered young man showed that he didn't know what to think. Time stood silent as he tried to understand.
I wont bore you with all the crap so Ill make try and get you up to speed quick. My parents divorced when I was a kid and I lived with my mom most of the time (I was an only child). I moved away when I went to college. By the time I started grad school I had my own place and things were going fairly good. About that time my dad married this lady who had a daughter that was about my age. I met her at the wedding and I thought she was a real dish. Her name was Sheila, and she was everything I looked for in a woman--she was tall, stacked, a great body, light brownish hair and I thought she looked kinda like Meg Ryan with a bigger curves.
Not until my husband's death did I understand the meaning of the word lonely. For 20 years, I built my life around him. His death, along with that of one of our sons in a car crash almost destroyed my world. I was 38 years old and thought my life was over. If it hadn't been for my oldest boy, Jeff Junior, I don't that I would've survived. Jeff reminded me so much of his late father when he was also 18 it was downright scary. When I saw him in the morning, his dad immediately came to mind. Some memories were more painful than others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he'd been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me.
Tammy Gunther hurried up the steps to the library, her knees shaking in expectation. This was her third visit to the library since discovering a secret place in the back, hidden by bookcases and stacks of books. She stepped into the large main room and saw Bill Anderson standing behind the long counter, stamping returned books. She smiled demurely. Her stomach turned to jelly as she passed by him on her way to the back of the library, where she could look at the pictures of dogs and ponies in the colorful picture books. "Hi, Tammy," Bill whispered, seeing the young girl, her face flushed with excitement. "Hello, Mr. Anderson," she said softly, her cheeks flaring red from embarrassment and her eyes sparkling with her special secret.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy gasped. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry! I guess I should have locked the door! " Kathy stood motionless in the open door to the bathroom, gaping wide-eyed at her naked son as he dripped water on the tiled floor. Billy was the younger of her two boys, and she'd unconsciously continued to regard him as a mere child, despite his age. But what she was staring at now proved that at least in one critical area Billy was fully grown. His enormous, half-swollen cock hanging between his thighs would have been more at home on a donkey than on such a slender, innocent-looking young boy like Billy.
Thornton kissed Lisa on the forehead and hauled his still-hard cock from her stretched pussy. Only the thought of fucking his daughter had prevented him form cumming in the teenager's heavenly sli. He ran his hand down her damp body as he rose to his knees between her now slack and widespread thighs. "Super fuck, Lisa." Thornton complimented his stepdaughter Thornton pulled the knot in Lisa's sash around to her belly and worked to untie it. Lisa lay quietly as Alec loosened the knot. Her young body felt all aglow and shimmered from a light film of sweat that she had worked up during their long fuck session.
I'm on vacation with my parents on the Riviera, and like many girls and guys there, I get around a lot by hitchiking. Most of the time I don't do it alone, but today the girl I'm with has to leave early to meet her parents. She and I are staying in Nice, but every afternoon we go to the beach at Juan-les-Pins, which is nicer. So she leaves around 5:00, and I don't decide to go back to Nice until 7:30. On vacation, my parents let me come home by 9:30, without asking any questions, but I feel sort of lonely without my friend, and the guys are no fun, so I decide to go back early.
Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the room. The room was big, tastefully decorated in expensively modern furniture, and crowded with people. The people gathered were men and women. All were smartly dressed and almost all were drinking. The tense murmur of voices sounded above the music that was playing on the stereo. The excitement mounted as the drapes were drawn shut, shutting out the moonlit night. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to an anticipating whisper as the guests began arranging the furniture, drawing up chairs and couches so that they could sit comfortably and have a good view. All of the guests faced toward one end of the room where a small stage was set up.
The blonde was still there, her head in her hands, shamelessly fixated on our display. She arose, and walked determinedly over toward the pool. Rose's suit was back in place, and her body still. Hurriedly I told her to rest until she felt me tap her, rest without noticing any sounds. "I..." husked the bathing beauty, looking down at us. "I thought Dan and I did things... b-but..." I smiled up at her.
I was on a trip with a good friend of mine. Rose and I are both (reasonably) happily married, but our pastimes bring us regularly into contact away from our spouses. I found her attractive, and I now know she feels the same about me. In fact, she liked to think - or pretend - that just our proximity was somehow risque. Once she took me aside at a function and very seriously said: "This is real hard for me," she had said, looking very demure, "but I want to make sure that we feel the same way." She went on to say how attracted she was to me, but that it would be wrong to let things go too far.
Randy Taylor complimented himself at how well his scheme was working. He and his older brother Brad had invited their girlfriends over for some Slippin' Slide action in the hopes of getting some "afternoon delight" while his parents and little brother Mark were off on a day-long shopping trip. So far, things had gone supremely well -- and were about to get even better! The two boys had delighted in watching the girls as they flung themselves down the slick yellow plastic.
It was all just too obvious, too pat. But I did stop. I haven't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in college. I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at knifepoint. I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass are peeking out invitingly.
It was a clear crisp fall day when Hillary awoke to the sound of leaves rustling outside her window. The sun was shining brightly and there was the aroma of burning leaves in the air. Suddenly Hillary realized what day it was. It was Saturday the day her parents were to leave for a trip that would take them away from home for several days. Hillary was to remain to care for the house and animals on their farm. She was very excited about this, since she had never had this responsibility before. She had always gone with her parents or been left at home with her older brothers, who were now off to college. Hillary being just eighteen thought this was a good way to show her parents that she was now an adult and could Handel things.
Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the newspaper looked like it might be up her alley. She wondered why they emphasized the hands. Kind of strange, she thought. Tammy is a sixteen year-old high school junior. She is an attractive young lady, short 5'7", 110lbs, dark hair, and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the house work, cleaning, and washing dishes. Tammy's hands fit the requirements except for one thing. She didn't wear fingernail polish. Tammy was still a virgin. She's kind of old fashioned, in that she wants to save herself for the man she marries. She knew, however that the boys all wanted to get into her panties, but so far she has managed to hold them off.
I was driving down the highway the other day and spotted a teenaged couple hitchiking. He was about 14, tall thin and blonde. She was, at best guess from the size of her breasts, around the same age. She was very petite, cute little turned-up nose, extreemly tight fitting jeans that looked like they'd been painted on her tiny little ass. When I stopped to pick them up, they climbed into the back of my Dodge mini-van and proceded to start some very heavy petting. The boy told me their names were Brian and Lynn, between wet deep throat tongue wrestling kisses with her.
Jane was going to make something of herself. At age 24, she was determined to get through law school and become a corporate lawyer. Nothing else matter to her. Other people were merely puppets that existed only to help her reach her goal. Her beauty was merely a tool that she used to get others, especially men, to do her bidding. Unfortunately for Jane, the tables were just about to turn on her.
Jane woke up the next morning and thought that the horrors of the night before were all just a bad dream. "Must have been that pepperoni pizza I had for dinner," thought Jane, "I've got to watch what I eat a bit more." While Jane showered she thought back and what she thought was a very vivid dream. "Gee, just thinking about that dream has must be getting me horny," thought Jane, "I have an urge to suck some poor guy's cock dry." Jane left the shower and began to don her clothes. She recoiled in shock when she looked in the mirror and saw the words written backwards in her reflection, "You wish is my command..."
Jane flinched when she heard the phone ring. It had been a long and torturous week at home. Between the humiliation she faced at school and the humiliation she faced at the hands of her own brother she REALLY didn't know what to expect next. She considered taking her situation to a doctor, and even began to drive there until some motorist screamed at her "Get off the road, you cunt!" Besides enduring the powerful orgasm (a lasting effect from Brian's earlier command, because nobody told her NOT to cum when she heard the word "cunt") she jerked the car completely off the road. She had to call home, where Dennis answered and basically guided her back home through her cellular phone. And BOY did she have to pay for that one when she came home.
Dave came into Jane's mouth just before the movie ended. She had just finished sucking him dry when the house lights came on. She quickly cleaned herself up as Dave zipped up his pants. "That was nice," Dave said. "Are you having fun?" "N.." she started to whisper, but then replied "Yes Dave, I'm having a wonderful time." "Good," he said smiling. "Let's go. The night's far from over."
The offensive player ran towards the goal and the goalie lunged out of the crease to meet him. The stick whipped the ball at the net just as the attacker was crushed between the goalie and a defensive player closing from the other side. The ball pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out of bounds line. The crowd became deathly silent after their collective "OH!" The slim offensive lacrosse player had slumped to the turf and the two huge defenders who had literally crushed him between them and their sticks ran after the ball. The whistle blew as the downed player remained motionless.
I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny. I have always been sexually oriented from my earliest memories. I can remember from when I was about seven or eight one time that my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner to our home in West Texas and he had been showing off about how strong he was by making me hold my arms at my sides with my elbows stiff and he would hold onto my elbows only and raise me off the floor. We had been playing like that after supper that late afternoon and for some reason that I can't remember now, I wasn't wearing my panties.
1 - accepting her luxuriant bed and food, the likes of which he'd never even remotely dreamed of, reveling in it, and, her naked body for three days and nights, then having the gall to casually tell her she bored him! God, every time she thought about it, she could just scream out in rage! What was even more exasperating to her than all else was the fact that she did feel his loss that she'd actually been hurt and had begged him not to leave and that he'd merely stood there by the door grinning at her, his handsome, young white teeth gleaming through the thick, heavy beard she had pampered and groomed for him, his lack of feeling for her as obvious in his hardened eyes as the untold number of men she had walked out on had probably seen in her own!
Pam Fulton and her twin brother, David, had been working for several days now, cleaning out the downstairs bedroom. It had belonged to Steve, their older brother. Steve had gone off to college, and Pam was eager to get his room, since it was larger than hers, and easier to sneak back into the house if she was out too late with a boyfriend. Dave did most of the heavy lifting and moving, while Pam laid out the room's decor. Being very close, the kids laughed, teased and flirted a lot, arguing playfully over the number of times things were moved. Pam was wearing her light blue cutoffs, the ones with holes on her ass, and every now and again Dave took great pleasure in sliding a finger through to tickle and fondle his sister's tight young ass.
I came in the house through the garage door. I was early, about a day early. I was just about to call out, announcing my arrival home, when I heard a sound that caused me to pause. I had been out of town on business but the offers made were unacceptable and I didn't need that kind of business anyway. They said their position was absolutely non-negotiable, but in the two days of meetings they had changed their position so many times it was apparent the whole deal was a wash. So I returned to my hotel room, packed my small bag and made for the airport and the return trip home.
I got home late that night. It was dark in the house except for a little crack of light streaming out from under my son's door. Unlike my husband, who probably was in bed already, my son, John stays up most of the night -- usually with some sluty girl he meet at school. There have been a couple of times that I've herd that old familiar moaning coming from his room. It surprises me that he is doing it already. Not that he isn't good looking or anything, because he is. He is only about 5'7", but he is very built. Well, at least he is as built as a 16 year old can be.
During World War 2, the different theatres of action were called 'Fronts' and were referred to by appropriate names - the Russian or Eastern Front, the Western Front (actually any Allied action other than on the Eastern Front) etc. In Britain, the war against the civilian population was referred to as the Home Front and on the Home Front, children (and that meant under 17 then!) in high risk areas, such as city bombing target areas, were sent away to safer parts of the country, as 'evacuees'. However, in English 'front' can also mean a pretense, something hiding something else.......
I got home late that night. It was dark in the house except for a little crack of light streaming out from under my son's door. Unlike my husband, who probably was in bed already, my son, John stays up most of the night -- usually with some sluty girl he meet at school. There have been a couple of times that I've herd that old familiar moaning coming from his room. It surprises me that he is doing it already. Not that he isn't good looking or anything, because he is. He is only about 5'7", but he is very built. Well, at least he is as built as a 16 year old can be. He has light brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and sexy dark skin.
It had been some time since Brad had moved into his own room and Randy and Mark had been getting along fine. Randy enjoyed being the big boy in the room, and since he hadn't yet sprouted pubic hair, Randy was secretly glad not to be seen naked by his older brother and mocked for his "little boy wee-wee." Ever since Mark passed Randy in height, Randy was keeping a watchful eye on the Mark's crotch. One morning, Mark rolled off the bed with a hard-on. His dick stuck out of the loose fly of his pajamas. Randy was shocked to see that Mark's hard dick was at least as long as his own, if not longer!
We have two young kids, Traci and Bobby. I have only had glimpses of Traci, who has a tiny, sexy twelve year old body, but Bobby and I go to the 'Y' quite a bit and I've seen his cock in the showers. At 5'1" and fourteen years old, he had a huge cock for his age and must have measured 8 1/2 inches when it was semi-hard. One day we were in the showers and he was soaping his cock and balls and I noticed it was was getting hard.
"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put it away in the medicine chest. "Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors. "Come on in." Ken Sheridan stretched the muscles in his broad back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking how good it was to be home. He eyed the vague form behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with expectancy. It was going to be good. Sliding a panel back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.
Judith was awake. Today was her first day at her new school and she was dreading it. The only consolation was that her brother Jon was going to be there with her. Jon was two years older than her and at fifteen he was more an adult than any other boy she knew. She admired her brother immensely and always hoped that the man she would eventually marry would be just like him. She stretched and got out of bed and took of her night clothes. She walked to her wardrobe and stopped to look at her naked body. Her breasts were just beginning to show and her mother had allowed her to buy a training bra to wear to here new school.
Anne carried her load up from the laundry room. Even though all she had on was a tank-top and a pair of ragged shorts, she was dripping sweat. The dryers in the dorm laundry room were supposedly vented outside, but it was obvious that most of the heat they produced stayed in the laundry room. If the dorm were coed, Anne wouldn't have worn the cutoffs; they weren't really decent, having more than a few rips that revealed what she didn't wear under them. They were comfortable, though, and in the nearly empty halls of the dorm on a Saturday morning, they were just right.
I bought a video camera. I'd been tempted to for a long time, and yesterday during my lunch-break I drove to Circuit City to check out the latest crop of camcorders. The unit I had in mind was a camera I'd seen a commercial for: a Panasonic with something called "Electronic Image Stabilization", which keeps the picture steady even if the camera isn't held perfectly still. And sure enough, that's the one I walked out the door with. It was a long afternoon, sitting at my computer trying to get some work done, all the while thinking of fun things to do with my new toy, which was still in its box on the back seat of my car. But then my workdays can seem awfully long anyway, because when I'm at work, I'm not with Teresa (although she does sometimes make surprise lunchtime or evening visits).
Judith was awake. Today was her first day at her new school and she was dreading it. The only consolation was that her brother Jon was going to be there with her. Jon was two years older than her and at fifteen he was more an adult than any other boy she knew. She admired her brother immensely and always hoped that the man she would eventually marry would be just like him. She stretched and got out of bed and took of her night clothes. She walked to her wardrobe and stopped to look at her naked body. Her breasts were just beginning to show and her mother had allowed her to buy a training bra to wear to her new school. Just to help your figure develop properly her mom had said. She glanced down to her pussy, she was very proud of the few hairs that had started to grow.
Judith was awake. Today was her first day at her new school and she was dreading it. The only consolation was that her brother Jon was going to be there with her. Jon was two years older than her and at fifteen he was more an adult than any other boy she knew. She admired her brother immensely and always hoped that the man she would eventually marry would be just like him. She stretched and got out of bed and took of her night clothes. She walked to her wardrobe and stopped to look at her naked body. Her breasts were just beginning to show and her mother had allowed her to buy a training bra to wear to her new school. "Just to help your figure develop properly" her mum had said.
Judith was awake. Today was her first day at her new school and she was dreading it. The only consolation was that her brother Jon was going to be there with her. Jon was two years older than her and at fifteen he was more an adult than any other boy she knew. She admired her brother immensely and always hoped that the man she would eventually marry would be just like him. She stretched and got out of bed and took of her night clothes. She walked to her wardrobe and stopped to look at her naked body. Her breasts were just beginning to show and her mother had allowed her to buy a training bra to wear to her new school. "Just to help your figure develop properly" her mum had said.
It was the end of summer. Soon, the leaves would begin to turn the color of the setting sun, and people would be indoors at night, sheltered from the brisk winds of late August. One evening, Randall Thomas was driving home from work. He could see the people in his suburb closing their doors and going inside for the night. Randall didn't know his neighbors, he had moved into this suburb three weeks ago. He was late. Today was his daughter Emily's eighth birthday and he had promised to be home in time to have a party. It would be a small party, just the two of them. Emily's mother, Victoria, had left them shortly after she was born. She hadn't wanted a child, she hadn't really wanted Randall.
I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny. I havealways been sexually oriented from my earliest memories. I can remember from when I was about seven or eight one timethat my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner to our home inWest Texas and he had been showing off about how strong he wasby making me hold my arms at my sides with my elbows stiff andhe would hold onto my elbows only and raise me off the floor. We had been playing like that after supperthat late afternoonandfor some reason that I can't remember now, I wasn't wearingmy panties. I used to wear cotton panties then. You know, the kind withthe double thick crotch and little elastic around the waist andthe legs too.
I was still sitting there in the corvette, kind of daydreaming and running my tongue around in my mouth and tasting the after taste of my boyfriend's cum and trying to figure out exactly what it really did taste like. Finally I quit trying to figure it out, it didn't matter anyway because it was a unique flavor all it's own. I guess when I was daydreaming, I was kind of playing with my fingers between my legs because when my boyfriend moved I realized that my skirt was up and my fingers were there. I started to pull my skirt down when he moved his hand to the inside of my thigh and then right onto my pussy.
Well that started something for sure. By the time I got to Mr. Johnson's TV shop the next afternoon after school Bill came in from the back and smiled at me. "Hey, how's it going?" He whispered to me. "Great, and you?" "Good, not as good as last night, but good." I giggled I guess and I probably blushed too. I used to blusha lot then whenever I got embarrassed or excited either one. Anyway when he walked past me from then on, he would always pat my ass if there wasn't any customers in the shop or if his dad was in the back room and couldn't see him do it.
Gerald and I went together almost three months and then we hada fight about something and then a lot more fights about nothing and anyway we broke up. He was very immature anyway and it got so that all we did was fuck and never did anything else together. It was probably all for the best because we didn't have all that much in common except for screwing. Not that I didn't like the screwing, I did! But you know howit is when you are young and horny, all you want to do is fuck and we certainly did do a lot of that.
Anita did call me at the shop the next week or so and we talked kind of guardedly on the phone because I didn't and she didn't want her son or her husband to know about our phone calls. She started calling almost every evening then and she would tell me about what she had been doing that day and sometimes she would tell me that she had seen her Real Estate lover that day and would tell me on the phone what they had done in somevery descriptive language!
Well, Jim and I just layed there for a while and then Istarted to get horny again even though his cock had shrunk allup and slipped out of between my thighs. I knew what to do about that, and I did. A litle squirming around on top of him and then dragging my breasts across his face and over his chest and he was getting interested again for sure. I moved on down and kissed my way to his cock, all down his chest and belly and then started to kiss his balls and worked my way upto the end of his cock. He wasn't hard yet but it was a very respectable soft on anyway. I put him in my mouth and just let him soak in there, my tongue moving over the little cleft and worrying the skin around and kind of softly sucking too.
It was the end of summer. Soon, the leaves would begin to turn the color of the setting sun, and people would be indoors at night, sheltered from the brisk winds of late August. One evening, Randall Thomas was driving home from work. He could see the people in his suburb closing their doors and going inside for the night. Randall didn't know his neighbors, he had moved into this suburb three weeks ago. He was late. Today was his daughter Emily's eighth birthday and he had promised to be home in time to have a party. It would be a small party, just the two of them. Emily's mother, Victoria, had left them shortly after she was born. She hadn't wanted a child, she hadn't really wanted Randall.
When Cindy Adams entered the room she shared with her twin sister Amy, the cute ten year old was lying naked on the big bed with her legs spread wide apart. She had both her hands tucked in between her legs, rubbing her little hairless cunny as hard as she could. Cindy liked to watch her sister masturbating almost as much as she liked doing it herself.
Don't ask me how I go so lucky and bear with me and I'll tell you a story that changed my life. I'm a 36 year old guy who's been married a few times, good looking with a very high sex drive. I wasn't looking for anybody, just a good time. A friend of mine kept bugging me to go up north and visit him so he picked me up and we drove. The trip was very long and we talked ... about sex about eating pussy, since that's our favorite hobby. He started telling me about a place in Nevada where the most beautiful girls work. I had never had a hooker (successfully) so I finally agreed to give it a try, especially since it was his treat. By the time we got there I was so hard my pants were too tight. I was tempted to whack off, but decided to save it instead.
Hi. My name's Phil. A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in order to finish up my BA. When I chose the school, I had no idea of the surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore the more social aspects of the school. As it turned out, I had much to be grateful for....
Hi. My name's Phil. A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in order to finish up my BA. When I chose the school, I had no idea of the surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore the more social aspects of the school. As it turned out, I had much to be grateful for.... The school was reputable academically, yet socially must have been the US's best kept college sex secret. I was amazed to find out how much rampant sex there was going around.
Twenty-nine year old Jan Grimes wiped the sweat from her face as she vacuumed the carpet in her guest bedroom. She jammed the appliance under the bed, and in all the corners before she was satisfied with her work. She decided that she really should get rid of all the junk in the basement while she was at it, as she thought about the letter that she had received several days earlier.
Debbie was quite a shy child in many ways and having inherited her mother's blonde hair and average height she did not, in her earlier years give any hint of the store of wickedness she was one day to open before me with such eagerness! At 16 she had developed a voluptuous figure, full-tittied and long legged with a sweet face which began to carry traces of lipstick and make-up and eye-shadow quite suddenly.
When I arrived downstairs about ten minutes later I found Debbie, Mary and June sitting in the living room talking. The conversation came to a complete stop when I entered the room and the way in which these three young girls turned to look at me as I walked in made me quite certain that I had been in the conversation somewhere!
The next morning I woke early and remembered that my wife had made arrangements to visit a friend in a nearby town for the day, and I was dressed and muddling about downstairs when Ann and Debbie came down for breakfast. After breakfast Debbie announced that she felt unwell and after a chat with her mother she decided to stay home for the day and it was agreed that I would come back at lunch time to make sure she was OK.
The events recorded in the last chapter covered a period of about an hour and a half, and after Mary and I had cleaned ourselves up and settled down to the more conventional relationship of boss and secretary, it was time for a coffee. My unusual routine was to go across the road to a coffee house and chat with a pretty little waitress called Veronica, who was not averse to letting me have a quick, but very discrete feel up her leg, if there were not too many customers around! Oh yes, I liked to keep my interests as wide and as varied as possible.
I went to the office the next day. The morning went by without anything extraordinary happening, so in the afternoon I decided to go to a movie, half dozing and half awake, while an "X" film made a very weak attempt to be daring. In view of the sort of life I was leading, it would have needed to be a film showing Elizabeth Taylor being ass fucked by Harold Wilson, while Mrs. Wilson filled in her diary alongside, to have interested me!
The next morning I woke early and remembered that my wife had made arrangements to visit a friend in a nearby town for the day, and I was dressed and muddling about downstairs when Ann and Debbie came down for breakfast. After breakfast Debbie announced that she felt unwell and after a chat with her mother she decided to stay home for the day and it was agreed that I would come back at lunch time to make sure she was OK. The "illness" from which she was supposed to be suffering was Not specified and from the glance of sheer WICKEDNESS that she gave me when she waved goodbye, I was quite certain that this teenage daughter of mine was playing a trick on her mother just to be alone with me.
The woman writhed around on the bed and out in the darkness of the alley beyond her lighted window, the boy stood watching. She teased her nipples through the filmy negligee she wore, and the boy saw her lips moving as a man, naked, wandered into the picture of the brightly lit window. Tom Moon sighed and stood with his legs spread wide apart. He stuffed both his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans and stared, his eyes wide with envy and wonder as the man inside the window slid onto the bed and took the lovely brunette in the black nightie into his arms and kissed her.
Every time I drive by that old Victorian home on Elmwood Avenue I have the same hot thought. The house where one grows up is usually packed with endless memories, but in my case only one came to mind. It has to do with my sister Carol. Carol's nickname was "Pretty Woman", not that she looked like Julia Roberts or anything. (I thought Carol was prettier!) It was just that she was so pretty and that song was her favorite.
Perhaps I should start by telling you a little about myself. I am a 25 year old housewife and have been happily married for the past 4 years. I am 5' 6" tall and weigh 110 lbs. My measurements are 38 - 24 - 36 and I have blue eyes and long black hair. My husband thinks that my most admirable qualities are my D cup tits and large hairy pussy. However, I have had others say they think my smooth rounded ass is my best trait.
Once their was a young boy. He was about 19 or 20 years old. He was very ordinary and attended a major university in the U.S.. He only had one problem, he was VERY HORNY !!! He thinks about sex at least one hundred times a day. One morning Rob, the boy, woke up with his usual erection. He noticed the noise of running water. He started thinking, and remembered that his cousin was spending a few days with him since she is in the process of moving.
Debbie was quite a shy child in many ways and having inherited her mother's blonde hair and average height she did not, in her earlier years give any hint of the store of wickedness she was one day to open before me with such eagerness! At 16 she had developed a voluptuous figure, full-tittied and long legged with a sweet face which began to carry traces of lipstick and make-up and eye-shadow quite suddenly.
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance of a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of riding were not lost on her either. After high school riding took a back seat to other activities, including college, social affairs and men, not necessarily in that order. She was attractive and well-placed enough to have her pick of men and their attributes. She chose the most important, age and money.
Lynne reined in her horse at the bam and dismounted. She stroked his neck. "We're gonna have a ball," she said, opening up the bam. She led him inside and closed the door. "A real ball." Blazer bobbed his head, his mane swishing. He snorted, then nuzzled his mouth against the crook of Lynne's neck. "You just relax," she purred. She stepped back and looked at Abdul locked in his stall. "You'll get your turn tomorrow." She swooned, thinking excitedly about the plan she had come up with on the way home. She peeled off her top, her plump creamy tits bared. She shook them, then stepped back again as Blazed rumbled his lips. "Easy. Let me get my clothes off first."
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance of a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of riding were not lost on her either. After high school riding took a back seat to other activities, including college, social affairs and men, not necessarily in that order. She was attractive and well-placed enough to have her pick of men and their attributes.
Lynne finished eating. Her body trembled with anticipation and fear. She gulped back her rising panic and hurried out of the house. Outside, she took a deep breath. She was glad her mother wasn't home. There would have been questions about all the time spent in the barn. She smiled. Tomorrow, there would be no questions. She ran across the yard to the barn. "Here I am," she called out as she stepped into the barn and closed the door. She looked at the two stalls and the frisky stallions. Her knees suddenly went weak. "I'm getting nervous," she said aloud, her own voice helping to calm her.
Lynne quickly dismounted and waited for her mother to rein in her white Arabian. "This is it, Mommy, " she said, bubbling with excitement. Janice reined in Abdul. She climbed off the horse and petted his neck. "It's a beautiful lake," she said, smiling at her daughter. "I never knew it was here." Lynne smiled. It was a hot smile and her blue eyes glowed. Since yesterday when Blazer broke her cherry, she had begun to pick up on her mother's suppressed passion. Once she had, she realized her mother had not been fucked since her father had split over six months ago. She smiled again. All that was going to change.
When John woke up at 9 p.m. he knew that something was wrong. The lights were on when he woke, and he vaguely realized that that was very unusual. After all, he always turned out the lights when he went to bed. Fuzzy memories of a party bubbled up from the murkier parts of his mind, and he realized that he had a headache to match. Of course, that was it. They'd thrown a party, and he'd gotten smashed. So he'd forgotten to turn off the lights. Sure. He probably had a lot of cleaning up to do... Oh, God, this was the worst hangover he'd ever had. Even his legs hurt...
Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and new to the city. She hadn't made many friends, she said, because she really wasn't used to going out at night. I had met her on the bus as we traveled to and from work. We got on and off at the same stop. Although she was quite a bit younger than me (I'm 42) we seemed to hit it off. She was a delightfully refreshing change from some of the more jaded women I'm acquainted with. Still, my feelings toward her were not entirely paternal. She was very thin, with short blond hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Because of her thin, light frame, her breasts were quite small. I was anxious to see exactly how small. She was 5'8" tall and her legs were magnificent. She looked like a ballerina. Slender long legs disappearing into the tightest roundest little bottom you can imagine.
Over the past ten years I've come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the Bible Belt to, with the possible exception of my Aunt Sally, the best cocksucker and blowjob artiste to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in southern California. My parents were very strict; my father is a Baptist minister and my mother teaches summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to my going to school there if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived within a few blocks of the college. Sally was only ten years older than me but had a master's degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little we knew.
My wife, Dawn, and I were married a little over 3 years ago when she was still 17 and I was 22. We had dated for a while and neither of us had ever experimented very much with sex before we met, and we enjoyed sex together, but all too soon after getting married it became somewhat routine. For the last four years, I've been working the midnight shift at "The Point" and I try to keep a close relationship with my boss, Bob. Bob is a huge guy and a really tough boss, but he is alright if you stay on his good side. With that in mind, I even invited him to my wedding, which was soon after I started working for him.
I'm 21 years old and have been married a little over two years. I'm blonde, blue-eyed, 5'6" tall, and my measurements are 36-22-34. My husband, Scott, is a "10" in any woman's book, but he has a serious problem -- he can't handle drinking. That's how I became involved in my current situation. Every time Scott drinks, he gets into fights, and because of this, he has been arrested on several occasions. The last time he went to court, the judge placed him on a supervised probation, warning Scott that the next time he was arrested, he would be facing serious jail time.
My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred pounds -- a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don't sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra. I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D's on such a tiny girl.
"Last time I saw this lady she was hanging by her wrists from a tree branch, stark naked, and screaming her lungs out as four guys pelted her with snowballs." "That's right. That was last year's vacation. The boys and I are doing it again, Lisa, and we want you along with us. We'll need a distraction in bad weather. You know, a plaything. A big toy. A game dame. We want you."
My wife Susan and I have a great relationship with five other couples. We ski, play cards, and usually vacation together at the Ocean. Recently, we planned a surprise birthday party for Tom, one of the husbands. The Thursday before the party, a group of us went over the last minute details and someone suggested that we should arrange for a Strip-O-Gram for Tom. Marcy, Tom's wife, laughed and said, "Tom would LOVE it! Especially if the dancer has great boobs. Tom is DEFINITELY a boob man."
Working with computers for a living I get a lot of requests to show others how to use them. A neighbor bought a new PC for her daughter who was apparently having a hell of a time with it. She asked if I could help her daughter sometime. I told her I was pretty busy but that Saturday afternoon was free. Saturday turned out to be the hottest day of the year. The temp hit 105 as the afternoon, my student and her mother arrived. A little side note. My PC is in my bedroom. I'm practical with my space. I have a futon for sleeping and the rest of the room is my in-house office.
All week in Washington the meetings lasted til the wee hours of the morning. And they started up again at eight. Sheer torture. And finally on the last day of this blasted convention, they let us go back to the hotel "early", 9 PM, so we can call the airlines and tell them we missed our 4 PM flight home, and to book us for another, about noon on Saturday. Rushing back to my room, I put my suit on and rushed up to the 38th floor pool. Hoping to have a nice relaxing swim before hitting the sack. However the twins on the elevator had different ideas. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Missy took her robe off and asked if I thought she had a "cute" figure.
I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I don't know if I'll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible changes in my life between then and now. Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (brunette, gray eyes, great complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin -- the perfect product of 12 years in Catholic schools!
Diana is a very nice looking blonde who was introduced to me by a friend and his wife. Diana worked with my friend's wife, and after setting us up on a blind date, we began going out together. On our fourth date she looked at me across the dinner table and said "I want you" in a very sexy voice. I asked the timeless question about who's place we would use, and she suggested her place. Diana is a small, slender gal who is tempting enough with her clothes on, and I was anxious to get my lips around her firm little tits, and see if she was a natural blonde. On the way to her place, she seemed nervous, and I held her tighter.
A neighbor woman with two daughters (18 & 20) had been fighting with them and had thrown them both out of the house. Heather, the eighteen year old, had done some babysitting for us many times, and is practically considered one of the family. When we found that she had nowhere to go, we invited her to stay with us until she could get an apartment of her own. Her older sister had moved in with one of her girlfriends.
It had been just about the most physical day in Cheri's whole life. The 16 year old high school girl had decided to join her parents and her brother, along with several groups in a week-long hike through the Colorado mountains. And at the end of the first day, she was really tired, and felt sore in every muscle in her body. So after a hearty supper, she agreed to join the rest of the women, and walked a short distance to a small stream where they proceeded to bathe.
I guess I have to start by saying that money is not a problem in our life. Both Tim, my husband, and I are professionals and make a very nice living. He's a lean, fit 34 years old, and I'm approaching the BIG 3-0. I have a good face ("incredibly beautiful" according to Tim), and a great (also according to Tim) body (36C-22-32), 5'4", 112 pounds, auburn hair and large gray eyes. Two Yuppies, right? Well, our life WAS just about perfect, and then I (we?) developed an obsession that made it even better for me (and I hope better for Tim, too!). What's crazy is that the obsession really began as a joke.
My wife, Jody, and I have been married for eight years, and over that time, we have hosted some dynamite parties. However, we just moved to Baltimore, and really didn't know too many people. I joined an amateur soccer team through the local rec council, and we play at the local park on weekends. Just seeing my teammates for games, I still didn't know any of them really well after a couple of weeks, so we decided to have a party for the team and their wives or dates.
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway! I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop and get something for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still didn't work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade, anyway! I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
My wife, Karen, is a beautiful woman with a dynamite body. The first thing men notice about Karen are her large breasts, which are "D" cups and look out of proportion on her otherwise slim, petite body. When I first met Karen she was heavier and very much aware of the effect her body (especially her tits) had on men, and was embarrassed by it. Because of that, she always wore baggy clothing which made her look really overweight. She lacked confidence in herself and her appearance and seldom wore make-up.
My wife, Andrea, is still a knock-out at 35. Dark, flaming red hair, green eyes, great ivory skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She is as close to a nudist as I've ever met. After we were married, I realized how much she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house and I loved it. One day, I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the same time as the paperboy. He's a nice, good-looking kid around 18 or 19 and we said our hellos and he gave me the paper. At the same time, Andrea whipped opened the door and stood there, stark naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face as his eyes took in my wife's great body. Andrea slammed the door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.
Born and raised on a farm in a small West Virginia town, I certainly was not prepared for the fantastic things that have happened to me in the last year....... I was a virgin when I married Duane right out of high school. We were everybody's "perfect couple" -- he played football, and I was a cheerleader. Duane worked hard for a lot of years, and, last year, got the "big" promotion he deserved and was transferred to Baltimore. We had to leave our little town for the first time in our lives.
I've been here on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always enjoy reading the stories in the "Adult" files section. I've also read "Penthouse" and some other men's magazines on occasion. One thing I've seen in all of them are stories or letters about how men just love to see their wives or girlfriends having intercourse with another man (or even men!). I just don't understand it! I don't understand how a man can enjoy the woman he took to be his wife, or "significant other," screwing with another man as he stands there and watches. The way I look at it, two of the three people involved are having the MOST fun -- and it isn't the husband!
The offensive player ran towards the goal and the goalie lunged out of the crease to meet him. The stick whipped the ball at the net just as the attacker was crushed between the goalie and a defensive player closing from the other side. The ball pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out of bounds line. The crowd became deathly silent after their collective "OH!" The slim offensive lacrosse player had slumped to the turf and the two huge defenders who had literally crushed him between them and their sticks ran after the ball. The whistle blew as the downed player remained motionless.
The offensive player ran towards the goal and the goalie lunged out of the crease to meet him. The stick whipped the ball at the net just as the attacker was crushed between the goalie and a defensive player closing from the other side. The ball pinged off the crossbar and bounced towards the out of bounds line. The crowd became deathly silent after their collective "OH!" The slim offensive lacrosse player had slumped to the turf and the two huge defenders who had literally crushed him between them and their sticks ran after the ball. The whistle blew as the downed player remained motionless.
We managed to get through the rest of the day and that night, but I still didn't get to sleep in my own bed. Without the pain-killer that the hospital had given Matty, sleeping was almost impossible for him. I stayed awake as much as I could, forcing him to stay on his back whenever he tried to roll onto his right side. When the sun came up, I was exhausted. I climbed out of Matty's bed and dressed in a bathing suit and robe before I woke him. In the shower, as I removed my robe, Matty saw my bathing suit and smiled, "I thought you said we had to throw modesty out the window for a while?"
The dam had finally burst, the walls came crashing down, and I wondered which one of us had been more turned on by my daily hand jobs? Had I just been doing Matty a favor -- no different than drying him or dressing him or feeding him? Or had I been seducing him all along? Maybe it was more than the hand jobs. Matty later told me that he had been sneaking into my room for years, spying on me in the shower almost every morning, more than once watching me let the shower's pulsing water masturbate me (one of my favorite masturbation methods). He also admitted that the previous Saturday night wasn't the first time he had spied on me and my dates (but it was the first time I had done "something interesting!").
Matty and I attended the closing ceremonies the next day, and he officially became a high school sophomore. When we pulled into the driveway, there were already several of his friends waiting there. "I told the guys the party was continued today, Mom. You may want to go get us some more beer." Apparently, Matt had told his friends that his mom was "cool" about partying at our house, because that's what they did. That day, into the night, and the next few days there was an almost-constant party going on at our house. The pool had been heated since Memorial Day, the house was full of toys, TV's and stereos, and I was expected to supply the beer and food.
This is an account of my earliest, and still most vivid, sexual experience. Although intercourse never occurred, it was, for a just-18 (yeah -- 18!) year old boy, very sexually exciting. I can remember it as if it happened yesterday, because of how it affected me. As I mentioned before, this happened twenty years ago when I was eighteen (so I was a little slow!). I was an only child and I had been to a few `make-out' parties, but the only sexual contact I had had with girls was the usual kissing and maybe a feel of little budding breasts through a t-shirt.
Mary Wilson had a little lamb. His fleece was white as snow and he followed her to school and all that shit, but the nursery rhyme stuff stopped there---because the little lamb grew up to be a horny ram. The ram was a powerful creature with swept-back horns, mighty shoulders and piledriver haunches. He remained white except for a black face and black rings around his legs just above the nimble cloven hoofs. He had golden eyes. He had the long flowing beard of a patriarch, but his balls were full of youthful cum.
Mary Wilson had a little lamb. His fleece was white as snow and he followed her to school and all that shit, but the nursery rhyme stuff stopped there -- because the little lamb grew up to be a horny ram. The ram was a powerful creature with swept-back horns, mighty shoulders and piledriver haunches. He remained white except for a black face and black rings around his legs just above the nimble cloven hoofs. He had golden eyes. He had the long flowing beard of a patriarch, but his balls were full of youthful cum.
Mary's first feeling was relief. It would have been mortifying to have a human see what she had been doing, but the ram was only a dumb animal. Yet she still felt embarrassed. Animal or not, he was giving her a very strange sort of look. Did a ram know about handjobs? They certainly weren't equipped for such things, not with those cloven hooves. But did they understand how talanted a hand with an opposing thumb was? Did Rocky realize Mary was doing something sexual?
Rocky the ram was confused by his frustration, for this situation was as new to him as it was to Mary. Lapping her juicy cunt had been a natural thing to do and getting a hard-on during that tasty snack was also natural, but now the ram was confused. Mary had a hot cunt, but she was not a sheep. Rocky had never fucked anything but a sheep before and he was'nt sure if such things were possible, if the fuck could be arranged, if his prick would fit up her cunt. If the girl had got down on her hands and knees, the situation would have been less alien to the lusty brute and he most likely would have mounted her.
She knew there was a danger that she would feel terribly guilty and ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment Mary was so eager to suck on a mouthful of prick that she wasn't about to let such considerations prevent her pleasure. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to have that cock shoot in her mouth. She had always thought of sucking a human cock, to be sure, but the ram's cock was a welcome substitute. She already knew how succulent his cum was.
Mary wondered if she should let the ram fuck her. Was getting fucked in the cunt by an animal more sinful than getting fucked in the mouth? She wasn't sure. It certainly didn't seem any naughtier, but such things were hard to judge. She wondered, too, if a girl could lose her virginity to an animal. Was it the mere fact of having a prick up a girl that divested her of her cherry, or did that prick have to be attached to a human being?
I had been hiding, crouched in the bushes, over twenty minutes when the bitch finally walked into the bedroom and turned on the overhead light. Using the light that came through the thin curtains, I guided myself across the grass and around the in-ground pool, to stand next to the french doors to the bedroom. I heard voices. "...that's why I'm still up, Mom." "Well, you're done, now, so you can get some sleep, Lisa." "Yeah. So, when's Daddy coming home?" "He's playing poker with the boys, so he'll be very late, tonight. I'm not waiting up. I think I'll watch `L.A. Law' and maybe the news, and that's it."
I'm writing this now, because I've been thinking about it ever since yesterday afternoon. I haven't been able to sleep, so I'll get it out of my mind, right now. It really is weird the way you forget something for years and years, and then - BAM! - it's back. Yesterday, I was waiting in line at the drug store, and I was just standing there looking at all the remedies on the shelf, when I saw this little box with the big words "Fleet Enema." My knees turned to rubber and I lost my breath.
After a few weeks of fucking my mom, I began to enjoy getting it regular. Mom would put out for me any time I wanted, which was most of the time at my age. The only thing we had to watch out for was my little sister Carol. She was twelve going on thirteen, but already she was a fully-grown pain in the ass! Somehow Carol seemed to sense that something strange was going on between Mom and me, but luckily she couldn't put her finger on it. My mom did, though. After that first day, she couldn't keep her hands off it! Every chance we got, we fucked up a storm... in the kitchen... in the bedroom... in the shower... even in the pool once, but only when Carol was out of the house. To me, my little sister was just a nosy little kid who got in the way of having sex with Mom.
Kenny had just finished mowing his front yard. He smiled, thinking that the next time the lawn needed mowing, he'd be away at college, starting his junior year. As he started pushing the mower into the garage, he heard the snorting and wheezing sound of a dying engine. Looking around, he spotted a rather beat-up old Datsun, just managing to coast up to the nearby curb and grind to a halt. He could see that the lone occupant appeared to be an attractive young woman, looking a few years younger than his 19 years. She attempted to restart the car several times, and then, stepping out, cursed as she slammed the door.
I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just had my 32nd birthday, and Jane's is in a couple of months. Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost every day, and she teaches a couple of aerobic classes at the community center. He body is firmer and tighter now, than it was when I met her. She is 5'5", weighs about 110-115, and measures in at an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes, a great complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob. So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart go pitter-patter, you know why.
I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either. In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's top firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do.
I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either. In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's top firms. I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my young-stud lover wants me to do.
Look. I'm no angel, okay? Bobby knew he wasn't marrying a nun, but he married me, anyway. And I never once fooled around on him, or even flirted very much with anyone else, after we got married. I'm not proud of the way I was making a living when we met, but he has no idea how hard it was, and there isn't anything I can do, now, to change any of that, anyway.
A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and got a job as a Dentist's Receptionist. The pay was terrible and I was living at home with my parents, brown-bagging my lunches and driving a ten year-old car to work. Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman, Sheri, approached me about a part-time job. She said she loved my looks and the way I moved to the music, and asked me to consider coming to work for her as a "party strip-o-gram." Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way! What kind of girl do you think I am?" But, I thought about it for a few days and talked to her at the next class.
Sue had to go to the country for the day and she asked if I could watch the kids. She never really knew that I liked watching them, or rather liked looking at them any chance I could. It might have been one of the reasons that I was attracted to Sue in the first place. Peggy was eight and very pretty, Billy twelve, and curious as hell. I was almost sure he tried peeking in his mom's bedroom door on a couple of evenings when I was in there playing with Sue. The thought made me very hot and a couple of times I even tried to interest Sue in fantasizing about her young son while we were in the middle of some hot fucking.
It was the summer of 1961. I was 14, a student in junior high school. We lived in an affluent suburb of an upper midwest city, in a big old Edwardian three story brick house. My father was a very successful senior executive with a defense company, and our lifestyle was comfortable in the extreme. I was the eldest of 5, three girls and two boys. My mother was essentially a housewife, but my father's position dictated a very busy social life. They employed an older Irish lady to cook , keep house, and "mind" the youngsters.
It was the summer of 1961. I was 14, a student in junior high school. We lived in an affluent suburb of an upper midwest city, in a big old Edwardian three story brick house. My father was a very successful senior executive with a defense company, and our lifestyle was comfortable in the extreme. I was the eldest of 5, three girls and two boys. My mother was essentially a housewife, but my father's position dictated a very busy social life. They employed an older Irish lady to cook , keep house, and "mind" the youngsters.
The next morning I woke early and slipped down the stairs to Sandy's room. I found her in bed, disheleved and red-eyed from crying, and lack of sleep. I told her in some detail of my encounter with auntie, and she was immensly relieved to hear that "our little secret" would be safe from my father. She asked me to tell my mother that she wasn't feeling well...and it was obvious that she wasn't. I told her that I would, and she snuggled back under the covers.
That night I slept through dinner, and woke up the next morning close to noon. Between my physical and emotional exertions, I was thoroughly exhausted, physically and mentally. As I lay half awake that hot summer morning I knew that I had dodged more bullets in the past forty eight hours than some do in a lifetime. I felt that my luck was bound to run out pretty soon, and I resolved to lay low (so to speak) for a while, and to do my best to overcome the temptation which was suddenly all around me.
I found it hard to believe the chain of events that had taken place over the past six months. I had been possessed. My thoughts constantly of the young girl across the street. Long, almost-white, blonde hair, pale complexion, blue eyes, cute button nose. She was about four feet tall, slim, and beautiful. Always wearing clothing that would catch anybody's eye. Her favorite seemed to be white short)shorts, that drew attention to her shapely legs, pink socks and white running shoes. Button down, open)necked, short sleeve blouses that exposed her slim, swan-like neck. I dreamed of watching it bulge with my cock down her throat.
Thirty years ago, my Daddy died and left me with a ratty, old dump truck and a pile of debts. I quit high school and worked hard and have built a fleet of over 35 trucks and, finally, live a very good life. My wife, Patty, and I have been married for 10 years. She was a virgin when I married her, and, as far as I know, she has never messed around on me. It has only been in the last few years that I could afford the time and money to take nice vacations. We've done Disney World and the islands and a cruise or two, but my favorite get-away is to a mountain fishing cabin, right here in North Carolina.
They were a vision of passion-filled female beauty lying side by side on the bed. Their naked, bodies glowed as the overhead strobe-light whirled, sending its myriad colors down to caress their tantalizingly perfect forms. Their breasts, their skin, even their dark pubic hair took on new vistas of sexual allure as they glowed amber, blue, red, a cream-white and then started slowly going through the whole color spectrum all over again.
Greg and I are not brothers, although I've always considered us that. Our mothers are twin sisters, and when Greg's dad ran out on them, Greg and my Aunt Lou moved in with us. I was three and Greg was six. We grew up together. Greg was always a big bruiser, wanting to be in control, and I'd like to have a dime for every time he beat the shit out of me, over the years.
Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip. Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three kids, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4" Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 110 pound frame.
Wife, mother, career woman, suburban homemaker -- that's me. Nothing out of the ordinary in my life -- or so I thought. Happily married to Phil for nine years, and the mother of charming, brilliant, adorable, 6-year-old Bobby, I was comfortable with my role and responsibilities. I guess that's why finding Phil's "secret" was such a shock to my system.
It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela said as she pushed aside a large assortment of junk. "Here it is." she cried out as she pulled a small leather packet from the back of the compartment. As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet caught on another packet and pulled it out as well. As her hand emerged back into the warm morning air, the second package fell onto the unoccupied passenger seat.
"Take your panties off!" Shari stared at the boy, not believing what he had said. But he stood there, his hands on his hips belligerently, glaring at her. Next to him stood his brother, who looked just as aggressive. On the other side, standing a foot or so in back of the brothers was a girl, their sister. "Why are you telling me to do that, David?" Shari asked. She had known the three for many years, had played with them. In fact, they had raced through this same grove of orange trees only the day before, laughing and chasing each other.
Danny awoke slowly. As he did, his hand found his cock. As usual, it was swollen and hard. He began to slowly stroke his huge, foot long penis as he wondered what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn't imagine what it could be. But just the thought of her made his cock lurch threateningly. He had recently begun to have to have some very indecent thoughts about his mother. He felt disgusted that he could even think about her in the way he was thinking, but he just couldn't help it.
While almost getting caught seemed to deter Jim from wanting to go out spying, it didn't bother Becky in the least. At the very next opportunity, she begged her dad to go out with her again, but Jim refused. Fortunately for Becky, there was more than one willing cock available to her. "I'll go!" Tom volunteered. "I mean, I know I'm not dad or anything, but don't forget it was me who got you into this in the first place. I don't think I'll ever forget, and I know I'll never be able to thank you enough," Becky said, giving her brother a kiss on the cheek. "But come Jonh, mom won't be gone forever and I want to be here when she gets back. With a touch of remorse and more than a bit of apprehension, Jim watched his kids rush outside, both clad in their special dark clothing.
Susie Blake had big tits, and she knew it. She cupped them in her hands, hefting them out for Mark's inspection as he stood gaping before her, frankly astonished. "Well?" she asked sweetly, enjoying his stare. "I told you they were bigger than Pam's, didn't I? Is this proof enough?" Slowly Mark Harmon's head bobbed up and down, his face slack with amazement. "Jesus, are they ever! I never saw any like those before, even in pictures! Can... can I touch them?"
Debbie was quite a shy child in many ways and having inherited her mother's blonde hair and average height she did not, in her earlier years give any hint of the store of wickedness she was one day to open before me with such eagerness! At 15 she had developed a voluptuous figure, full-tittied and long legged with a sweet face which began to carry traces of lipstick and make-up and eye-shadow quite suddenly.
The next morning I woke early and remembered that my wife had made arrangements to visit a friend in a nearby town for the day, and I was dressed and muddling about downstairs when Ann and Debbie came down for breakfast. After breakfast Debbie announced that she felt unwell and after a chat with her mother she decided to stay home for the day and it was agreed that I would come back at lunch time to make sure she was OK.
I had been going with Vanessa for almost a year and knew she was into "kinky" and liked to try new sexual adventures. When she was in just the right mood, she liked to be bound and mildly tortured. Not any real pain, but just enough discomfort to remind her that she had given me complete control of her body. She said she hated it when I would bring her tightly bound (and sometimes gagged) body to the edge of orgasm and then stop but I knew she didn't want me to stop doing it as a part of our "play". We had set up a Master/slave part of our sex life and she loved being dominated from time to time and "forced" to do things the "real" Vanessa would never do. I introduced her to anal sex that way and it soon became a part of our "normal" sex life as well.
They didn't seem a likely pair, these two high school boymen who were giving each other pleasure on the locker room bench. It was after 6 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their furtive moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do it again. It was the second time they had met, and they had not become too adventuresome, not even approaching the fantasies that their minds had been turning over since they each learned (years before) that thinking about boys made them harder and feel better than thinking about girls ever could.
Judith was awake. Today was her first day at her new school and she was dreading it. The only consolation was that her brother Jon was going to be there with her. Jon was two years older than her and at fifteen he was more an adult than any other boy she knew. She admired her brother immensely and always hoped that the man she would eventually marry would be just like him. She stretched and got out of bed and took of her night clothes. She walked to her wardrobe and stopped to look at her naked body. Her breasts were just beginning to show and her mother had allowed her to buy a training bra to wear to here new school. "Just to help your figure develop properly" her mum had said.
I guess I can't even remember when I wasn't horny. I have always been sexually oriented from my earliest memories. I can remember from when I was about seven or eight one time that my uncle Mark was over on a Sunday dinner to our home inWest Texas and he had been showing off about how strong he was by making me hold my arms at my sides with my elbows stiff andhe would hold onto my elbows only and raise me off the floor. We had been playing like that after supper that late afternoon and for some reason that I can't remember now, I wasn't wearing my panties. I used to wear cotton panties then. You know, the kind withthe double thick crotch and little elastic around the waist and the legs too.
Is this what my life has become? Am I going to be a security guard for the rest of my life? I'm 35 years old and all I've accomplished in life is this? Why? I'm good looking, five feet ten, 180 pounds, I'm smart and good looking. I deserve more than this. Of all the places I get posted at, a freakin High School for crying out loud. I remember when I was in High School, I had the biggest cock on the baseball team, those were crazy times.
The helicopter lowered close enough to the surface, that the blades caused the salt water to soon cover the woman completely. The cool water soaked through her light summer dress and hair, as she ignored the water and looked up into the glass canopy. The pilot hovered close enough that his mirrored glasses could easily be seen and the attractive woman shivered in fright.
I was never interested in any of the things that Dad and Uncle Fred wanted to do. They always went fishing, hunting, hiking, and other things that macho men did. I liked to stay home and read, especially books by famous authors and poets. Dad never seemed to be too pleased that I did not follow in his footsteps, I was sorry to disappoint him, but I don't believe in killing animals. In November of last year he and Uncle Fred told me that I had to go on their annual deer hunting trip to Pittsburgh. I hate it up there, it is always cold and the cabin is old and musty. For my 15th birthday he bought me a WInchester 30-06 rifle. I acted like I was happy with it, but guns scare me.
A lot has happened since that fateful hunting trip. I turned 16 and got a pickup truck as a gift, Uncle Fred and Dad bought it for me. I don't get invited to go to Pittsburg anymore. I got a girlfriend, her name is Kate, she and I date now and then. I have tried several times to get her to blow me, but she won't even give me a handjob. I thought a lot about Wanita and I decided that I would venture up to Pittsburg on my own and do a little fishing. Mom insisted that I could not go alone, so I had to take Susan with me. Susan is my younger Sister, she is a really nice kid, but she and I have very little in common. She is an athlete, I like to read, She has a lot of friends, I am a loner. Anyhow, she is 15 and she wants to go to the cabin because she has not been there since she was 6 years old.
We finally got Bryan to take his 4x4 off road. A bunch of the guys went up to Hungry Valley for some 4-wheeling, dirt biking, and camping. After twisting Bryan's arm, he decided to join us. So as the sun set in L.A., Bryan followed me in his red Toyota 4x4 up interstate 5 to Hungry Valley. We were to meet four other guys there. Carlos and Mike were going up in Mike's Ford 250 with Carlos ATV, and Dan and Mark were taking Dan's truck and two dirt bikes. We had our favorite camping spot all picked out far from the other truckers and dirt bikers up there. I pulled into the entrance of Hungry Valley, stopped my truck (the Extendr) and locked the hubs. Bryan had those sissy automatic hubs so he didn't have to get his hands dirty -- yet! We drove about 5 miles to the camp site and I purposely spun up as much dust as I could to dirty that pretty red virgin traveling behind me.
Four o'clock in the morning. Mason, coming from the bathroom, heard Jill gasping. Gasping and whimpering, as if in pain. What was wrong? In alarm, Mason pushed open the door of his daughter's room, peering through darkness. "Jill?" "Shit!" Mason heard, a masculine voice, and sudden frantic thrashing sounds. "Daddy -- go away," Jill said, but Mason stood stricken, until a large disheveled form sprang toward him, brushing him aside, running down the stairs and away.
"If you hurt me, I'll strip for you." "What?" "I said if you hurt me I'll strip for you. Isn't that plain enough? If you want to watch me take my clothes off -- if you'd like to see my body naked -- all you have to do is give me pain." "Pain?" "Pain. You know what the word means, don't you, Harry? Pain. Hurt. Agony. Torture." "What -- What are you saying?" "Oh, Christ, you are so stupid, Harry." "I'm not --" "Yes you are. Stupid. All right, forget it. I just thought you might like to see me strip for you. God, the way your tongue hangs out all the time I'm around -- the way you can't stop watching my tits or sneaking peeks up my skirt -- oh, shit. So long, Harry."
The first thing Mrs. Natalie Jenkins noticed about young Jason Powell was that he looked remarkably mature for a boy of only fourteen. She studied his tall, muscular form and his intense blue eyes in wonderment, finding it difficult to believe that such an obviously well-equipped young man would need the services of Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys. Weatherly-Brooks was supposed to be a project to help under- privileged or emotionally immature youths prepare themselves for the important transition from eighth grade to high school.
Holly McGovern jumped out of the car and ran into her grandfather's house. The pretty ten year old always liked visiting him because they played such funny games, and he gave her nice presents, too. Holly remembered that the first game she had played with her Grampa was the one where her Grampa would try and guess what colour her underwear was. She would stand beside his big chair and let him guess. After he had guessed, she would lift up her skirt and show him if he had got it right. After they had done this several times, he said he thought he could guess better if he put his hand up her skirt and touched her underwear, so she let him.
It had been a very long, boring day. I was in an unfamiliar city, working with people I'd never met, discussing things we weren't sure were going to happen. And this was going to last the whole week. Sighing, I stood outside the building, waiting for the cab to come take me to my hotel. I was not looking forward to the rest of the week. Finally, the cab from the company I had called pulled up in front. I was kind of surprised to notice the driver was a young woman, I doubt she was in her thirties.
"Good God, Alec, how can she get that much in her mouth?" Amazed Jasmine was getting six inches of her husband's cock past her pursed lips, laying at his side, her head on his shoulder as they both watched the sexy Asian bob her head on her doctor's thick veiny-prick, Stevie stroked his muscular chest. "Lots of practice." Thornton groaned as his cock-head rode back up into Jasmine's clutching throat. "Isn't that right, Jaz?"
Jim was a tall, handsome blond who played the guitar in a local pub. He could sing everything from a raucous "Bad, Bad, Lee Roy Brown," to a soft Irish ballad. Because he wore deeply tinted, aviator style glasses, and because his big, mixed-breed dog, Harvey, wore an ordinary collar and leash, few people realized that he was blind, or that Harvey was a guide dog. Linda was a divorced mother of two, who worked as a secretary during the week. On the weekends, when her children were with her "ex," she worked as a bartender in the same pub. Attractive rather than pretty, with a slightly rounded figure, Linda had a reserve which protected a very sensitive nature.
The Lufthansa 747 touched down at Logan International Airport at 1:30 p.m.. Waves of heat simmered from the runway as the plane taxied into the terminal. In the first class section, the passengers prepared to disembark, putting work away in briefcases and putting up the tray tables they had used to hold their glasses of wine or champagne. Dr. Alec Thornton sat quietly in thought. It was good to be home after his extended stay in Europe. He was a respected psychiatrist with a thriving practice in Boston. He had a beautiful new wife and stepdaughter waiting for him at home. And his own daughter, the light of his life, would be coming home in a week for Summer break from Duke.
The next day was Sunday and the sun was hot and high in the sky when Lisa and Jenny came into his study and asked Thornton to take them water-skiing out on the lake. He'd made it a rule that only he could drive the boat for water-skiing because of the craft's large size. "Sure, you guys. Go get changed and I'll meet you down on the dock." Thornton went upstairs and changed into his swimming trunks. He could work on his tan while the girls skied. He went downstairs and found Stevie in the kitchen with Maria.
I had an old College buddie of mine that my wife, Linda and I had in common. We hadn't seen him and his wife in some time, and I had heard that he was having wife problems. I had a slution for him, if he was daring enough to try. "Doug, may I introduce the ladies? " I asked. "Of course," he said. "Linda, this is Julie. She married Doug, my old College roomate about 3 years ago. Julie, this is my old College sweet- heart, Linda." "Old. OLD!" she said as she swatted me on my shoulder. We all chucked a bit.
"John, do you have her do this often?" asked Doug. "Well, actually, this is the first time that I have asked her to do this with another man present. You see, I don't really trust that many men with her. We go back a long way, and I knew I could trust you with our secret. I hope that we can include your wife in as well. And that will be up to you. " I said. "Like I said, I can't think of how to even bring up the subject, no less convince her to be like Linda."
As I expected, Doug called me around the middle of the week. "John, she has been listening to that tape just as you said. And it has had a calming effect on her. She doesn't argue with me as much; in fact, she is a lot like when we were when we first met." he said. "Most of hat is because of the suggestions in the tape. We'll be over Friday evening around 7PM. We will have already eaten. And this time, I think that she will be eager to see us!" I said. Friday couldn't come fast enough for Doug and Julie.
Doug led Linda to the first bedroom on the right. He motioned for her to enter. They walked in together and he shut the door. It was a spacious room with a king sized bed. There was only one chest of drawers, which was located in front of the only window in the room. "Linda, exactly what does John mean when he says, 'no limit- ations,'" asked John. "Just what it sounds like. I must obey whatever you ask of me. I know it sounds rather kinky, but I have given up this part of my life to John." she said. "What part?" "My sexual life. John is in total control. I have given this to him, in exchange he sees that I am sexually fulfilled. And he is a wonderful provider.
I am an English teacher at Castle Hill High School in Sydney, and last week at a party, Steve, a friend of mine told me he knew all about hypnotism. I challenged him to prove it and he had my wife dancing around the room in front of the party-goers like a fucking chook! Everyone loved it, except my wife who didn't like the ribbing she got after Steve brought her out of it. Anyway, we were talking about the incident afterwards, and Steve was bragging that he ought to go into business doing shows and entertainment with his hypnotism. I thought it would be interesting to my class, so I invited him along for our double period this afternoon.
I am an English teacher at Castle Hill High School in Sydney, and last week at a party, Steve, a friend of mine told me he knew all about hypnotism. I challenged him to prove it and he had my wife dancing around the room in front of the party-goers like a fucking chook! Everyone loved it, except my wife who didn't like the ribbing she got after Steve brought her out of it. Anyway, we were talking about the incident afterwards, and Steve was bragging that he ought to go into business doing shows and entertainment with his hypnotism. I thought it would be interesting to my class, so I invited him along for our double period this afternoon.
You seem to spend all your time over in the video lab," said Susan as her roommate Andrea came in. "I don't see how you have time to do anything for your other classes." "Actually, I think I've found a way to combine two assignments," said Andrea, smiling. "I've been working on a videotape which is also a special project in my Advanced Psych. class." "A Psych video?" Susan looked sceptical. She never was sure what it was that Andrea was up to in her major classes, but she'd been messing around with the video camera equipment and a computer for weeks. "How in the world is that going to give you credit in Psychology?" "It's for that class on relaxation and altered states of consciousness," explained her roommate. "I think anyone who sees it would be convinced." She smiled, her large dark eyes flashing.
I had just finished sweeping off the deck and was preparing to take a dip in the pool to cool off. Kim was taking advantage of the seclusion my cottage afforded by working on her all-over tan. The sight of her slender body reclining on the chaise made me all the more glad she had accepted my offer of a quiet weekend with "no-strings-attached". My 5'10", 36-24-36, blonde haired, blue eyed, 120 pound friend had just broken up with her boyfriend of two years and was in need of some peace and quiet. We have had a "more-than-just-a-friend" relationship for about five years, since my divorce, and have occassionally spent the night in each others bed. Nothing serious, but more than just a friend.
A lot of people think my daughter is the perfect litle Angel. Susan has straight A's in school, is popular and really has never caused me any discipline problems. I know I am her father but even I noticed she is one sexy young lady. Susan has perfect barbell shaped breasts, I'd guess she was about a 36 D. Combine that with a trim waist, a very firm ass and a pretty face I am sure you can understand why boys are constantly asking her out and competing for her attention.
I got up and staggered the few feet to Wendy, collapsing next to her, and shaking her awake. She blinked her eyes in the strong sunlight, the slowly rolled over and stared up at me. "Are you all right?" I asked. She shook her head, and then sat up. "Oh God." she groaned. "What the fuck happened?" "Don't you remember?" "Oh shit! How could I forget?" She looked around her tiredly. "No more virgins on this island." she said, then she giggled and fell backward once more.
My parents were out of town visiting relatives and I was staying at home with my 14-year old sister, who was 3 years younger than me at the time. I went home early one day, frustrated and hornier than hell after another date with my still virgin girlfriend which had involved heavy and hot making out but no sex. As I passed my sister's closed door I heard voices and moans and putting my ear to the door I could tell she was making out. Without knocking, I opened the door and saw her on the bed with her top off, her legs wide open and her 15-year old boyfriend kissing her nice, round breasts and fingering her pussy. When they heard me come in they jumped up embarrassed and fumbled with their clothes. I excused myself, got a beer and went to the living room.
It's not a very populated area, the town I grew up in...or should I say, relatively close to. Damn, we were about five or six miles from the "next door" neighbors. Not that we really cared to be closer, mind you. Dad was a real prick, and liked Mom best when she had bruises and cuts on her. What a fucking asshole. Fortunately, I don't know him at all, and I like that. He was shot when I turned four, and died on the doctor's table. Strangely enough, my Mom was in the hospital at the same time...having my baby brother Mark. I stayed at my Uncle Rick's place until Mom was well enough to come home.
"The breakthrough came when my professor, Dr. Klaus Neuman, discovered the fundamental mechanisms of memory storage in the brain. His work led directly to methods of literally 'reading minds' through the now famous 'mind probe'. It is less well known, however, that Dr. Newman's discoveries eventually enabled us to write, as well as read, minds. In other words, memories and beliefs could, with difficulty, be created and implanted. At first, the process was a hit-or-miss affair; then the research of myself and my colleagues elucidated the 'encoding' used by the brain. Using supercomputers, new memory chains and sequences could be generated which were indistinguishable from natural ones.
I lie on my back, watching the swallows swoop and dive overhead. They circle the rafters, darting in and out through the open window and lancing across a dusty shaft of sunlight. It's late afternoon; soon the sun will set and mom will be calling me for dinner. I think company's coming over for dinner, though I'm not sure who. Probably some of my parents' friends, and I'll have to sit around all evening on my best behavior, bored as hell. I linger in the barn, hoping to postpone the inevitable. All the mystery of summer is encapsulated in the moment. Sweat trickles coolly down my back, sticking my t-shirt to the moist skin underneath. I itch slightly from the bits of straw that have crept under my clothes. The air is sweetly fragrant from the soft cushions of new mown hay. I stretch luxuriously, wishing that I could stay here forever.
As Larry climbed the stairs toward his bedroom, he thought he could hear voices. One was Ann's, but the other was a male voice, almost familiar. It couldn't be Roy. He had already left. There was no chance that he would come back without telling him. Larry strained his ears, trying to place the voice, and as there was a little more conversation, he recognized who it belonged to. It was David's. Now what was that little fucker doing in his mother's room? God, maybe he had gotten some of her hot little cunt too! Wouldn't that be beautiful. Well, he thought, better to wait until the kid was gone. He wanted to talk to Ann alone anyway and see how she liked his boss But . . . God . . . it made his cock lurch tight in his pants at the thought that maybe she had let her own son fuck her too!
"I said I wanted to see you suck her cunt, and I don't see it yet. Now, how about a little action?" she heard her husband say, laughing softly as he slithered his middle finger hotly between the valley of flesh formed by her tightly clasping thighs. Ann knew that he would tease her again and again if she didn't do what he wanted, and she would never be able to take that. Anything would be better than having him tease her and not let her cum again, especially sucking another woman's vagina. Opening her eyes and taking a deep breath, she ovaled her lips and licked out hotly with her tongue, bringing the stiff, wet little tip into hotly searing contact with the searing lips of Karen's nakedly spread vagina.
I can't believe it was only five years ago. It seems longer. I've done a lot of living and a lot of growing, physically and emotionally, in the past five years. As I write these words in my dormitory room at Northwestern University where I'm an Economics major, my thoughts drift back to that Kansas City summer after I graduated. It was the first time I tried to get my father to have sexual intercourse with me.
When my husband & I divorced many years ago we agreed to split the children. He would have custody of our son Bob (then seven years old) while I kept our daughter Rachel, only two at the time. Then early last year, after his father was killed in a boating accident, Bob came home. Rachel and I met him at the airport. It was the first time we had seen him in 18 years. My little boy was a handsome man of twenty-five and even if I was pushing 45 I could tell he was a heartbreaker.
I would like to write to you all about my first sexual experience. I have read a lot of letters about other peoples "first times" and I figured I should put mine down on paper (electronics). I am the middle child, with sisters, one older and one younger. Both my parents are still married. My story happened 5 years ago when I was 15. My older sister, Susan, was 18 and my younger sister, Sara, was 14. At the time, both my sisters were good looking. (They are knock outs now) My oldest had nice tits, long legs, and a nice round ass. My youngest sister had started blooming at 12, and had pretty nice sized tits, for her age.
About a year and a half after my "family experience", I had developed quite well in the personal area. My cock had grown to its full extent. 8 and 1/2 inches. I was very proud. So was Susan. She would "show" me to her friends and we would all have a good time. Whenever we could arrange to get the parents and Sara out of the house, we would have a little party. Most of the time, alone. But every once in a while, Kelly or one of Susan's other friend would join us. I never had another gay experience. (To date, I have only had 2 gay experiences since that first time with Jim.)
Linda Hall stood, shaking her head as she had so many times in the past. Her boss was persistent, but she was not about to change her mind, this time or any other. Once again she wished she knew what it was about her that made him and so many of the other men in the office ask her out on dates. Their requests for dates always appeared innocent enough, but she knew better. "No, I can't, Mr. Williams," she said once more.
Their parents were gone for the weekend, so Nora wasn't surprised to find her twin brother Jim surfing a particularly prurient Web site on the family room computer. That he would have his impressively large cock in his hand surprised her and did little to diminish the terminal horniness she suffered from tonight. "I thought you were in bed," he said, blushing and trying to hide himself in his sweats and fumbling for the mouse to minimize the screen all at once.
My name is Inez cooper. I am fourteen years old and a virgin. I start high school this fall. I have a great figure, except my breasts are a little too large. everyone says I am gorgeous, and the mirror tells me they are right. boys have been chaseing me for years. i have had the usual experiences with boys, playing 'doctor'. lately I feel that I am ready for a more mature relationship with a man. my mother does not agree. she is divorced. it happened when my dad tried to rape me. mother is more beautiful than me and has a figure that drives men crazy. she is also a tease. she has men over to the house frequently, and they always make a fuss over me.
[50] weeks pass. paul stays away. tommy doesn't call. maxine leaves me alone. I do all the chores every day. the twins talk to me now. mother leaves me alone. I am working more and saveing money. my grades in school are the tops. most important, sam has a date with me. when sam asked me, I talked with kathy about it. kathy says its ok. 'after what we have been thru together, what could you do on a date that I haven't seen you do?' I am like a girl on her first date. i buy a new dress, new shoes, new underware, even new toilet articles.
I am naked, weak, and exhausted. Carl has just locked me out and sent me home. I walk around to the side of his house to be in the shadows. I slowly work my way home. Mostly I keep to the alleys. I have to watch where I step. Just as I am about to cross the street to my own block. someone behind me says 'Hello.' I turn instinctively and see a boy from school. I cover myself with my hands. 'I have been following you for the last six blocks. You are gorgeous. Is this some kind of initiation?' (Yes.) 'May I walk with you?' (Yes.) We walk together until we reach my house.
When I arrive at Carl's place, some of the guests have already arrived. Jill is 24 and a blond. I like her smile. Bruce is Jill's date. Robin is 19 and also a blond. I think Robin is a natural blond. I will find out for sure later. Jill has a great figure and gorgeous face, shile Robin is all chest. Robin is even larger than me. Robin has a pretty face and a good figure, but her big plus is her tits. Dale is Robins date. He keeps staring at robins breasts.
What a beautiful world it is. I have recently moved to a new house, new school, etc. All my old haunts and memories are left behind. I think that I am starting to be able to control my body. It has been months since I had any sexual activity. All of the swelling is gone and my body seems to be completely healed. My large breasts seem to have firmed up some. My dark areas around my nipples still protrude significantly because of Carl's suckers, but the effect is not entirely bad.
The basement has been redone since I was here last. Each machine is in a room of its own. Each room is equiped with elaborate photographing equipment, extensive sound equipment, and lots of extra equipment. A video camera hangs from each ceiling. I climb into the new version of the rack and Del straps me down I know the pain that is possible with this machine. 'Del, please don't hurt me.' I am completely helpless now and Del only smiles down at me.
For some reason on friday Jason Black is especially obnoxious toward me. He is always rubbing up against the girls breasts for a thrill, but today he is paying special attention to me. Several times he has bumped into me and felt my breasts. He has spoken obscenely to me several times when he felt noone else could hear. Jason is standing in front of me as I reach into my locker. Jason's hands go under my sweater and squeeze my bra. I slap his face hard before he can get his hands into my bra. Jason looks very surprised and covers his face with his hand.
The next week is uneventfull except that Del called me and told me to leave my window open all the time. I try to be carefull, but I am naked in my room with the light on sometimes when I forget. Saturday morning Terrance takes my ten dollars and has me sit frozen for two hours before he notices the tears in my eyes and gives me a break. I limp around the room trying to limber up. Terrance finally has me lay down while he rubs my aching muscles. I am aroused by his hands touching my bare skin.
Monday morning I am barely able to dress and fix myself for school. I cannot eat anything. It takes me a long time to walk to school. I am almost late. Gloria wants to take my place in council today. "Please, Inez just for today. You look like you need a rest." 'No. I want to go.' "Inez, if you don't let me take your place today, you will be sorry, I promise." Later I realize that I should have let her take my place, but I was not thinking straight and insisted on going myself.
At the crack of dawn, after my treatment, I unhook myself and look in on Helen. She is lying on her back clutching her pussy. Her eyes are wide open in disbelief. I spread her legs and remove the electrodes. I unplug the box and cover her up. 'Go to sleep, darling. No more dreams.' I set my alarm clock and get as much sleep as I can. I hurridly dress for school and rush out the door. Gloria and Marie are waiting for me. I climb into the car and Gloria asks to see my clitoris.
Mr Blocks takes my hand and pulls me into his house. I try to pull away, but he will not release me. He forces me to sit in his front room faceing him while he examines me closely. "You are a very lovely girl. May I touch you please?" Before I can answer he has my breasts in his hands. I know what is coming and help it along to get it over with. I reach into his pants and stroke him to hardness. He takes me on the floor. I am forced to wait while he gets ready again. The second time Mr Blocks really makes love. I enjoy it more than I have in a long time.
When all of the guests have arrived, Gloria's dad introduces us to the group. We are each required to take the stage and do a strip tease dance for the group. I am first. I dance to the music and perform like Gloria has instructed. Slowly I remove my clothes until I am down to bra and panties. I must be doing OK because the entire group is watching me closely. Slowly I unhook my bra and very slowly pull it down my arms as I dance. I hear several Ah's from the group as my generous breasts are exposed. I then slowly roll my panties down till I am partially exposed.
Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility.
The leaves were begining to fall last year, and the rush was already on at work to increase productivity for year-end reviews. It was the additional stress that "broke" the proverbial "camel's back". Lauren and I had just moved to the Boston area from our hometown in the Midwest. The cost of living in Boston was much higher than we had expected and money was tight, especially with the school loans coming due. Lauren and I had been married for a couple years, and we were trying to start a family.
Halfway through my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon on Friday. I arrived a little early and was told to wait in the hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me.
On Saturday afternoon, Barbara met me at the door. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She led me into the living room and introduced me to the other two pledges. We were immediately told to strip. The three of us striped down, nervously exposing three shaven cunts. The sisters took our clothes and the suitcases we had brought. Lynn was a taller, larger girl. Very fleshy, her hips jiggled with every move. She had strawberry blonde hair, and very pink nipples.
We were awakened by our mistresses ripping the blankets from our naked bodies. Our mistresses untied our ankles and lifted our legs. They reached into our twats to check the position of the candles. Kim had apparently pushed hers out overnight because one of her mistresses jammed it back in. Lynn and I were given new candles because the heat of our cunts had softened the candles until they could no longer be used. Our mistresses untied our wrists and led us to the shower room.
Last month I was traveling on business on the west coast when my wife suggested I visit her sister while I was out there. I had not seen Ruth in some time and really had no reason to visit her but at my wife's insistence I contacted Ruth and she invited me to spend the weekend. Ruth and her husband have their own company and have been doing quite well and live in a spacious ranch house with several acres of land. I arrived Friday noon after finishing up my last customer call that day.
That Glenda would share her bed with other men was understood when I married her. I knew I was marrying a wild, sexually uninhibited woman, and with my liberal attitude toward sex, I didn't mind in the least. Glenda was nineteen at Ihe time and made no pretense of being a virgin when I met her. After all, how could she? She had a two-year-old son. I knew she'd been with other men and knew she would be after we were wed. What made our situation different than most others I have read about, where husbands share their wives with other men, though, was who Glenda was screwing before I married her and who she would be sharing her bed with when she became my wife.
I've been working for a large computer company for about a year and a half now. Being an intern here has been a great experience for me. I've learned a lot about supporting computer systems (things I had to learn because I'm not a CS major). Since I've interned here, many other interns have come and gone. Some I've really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other interns were from regional colleges, but there were a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, though. Even so, there is a comaraderie among the "grunts" as we nickname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.
I had always wanted to see my wife, Sandy, get laid by another guy while I watched. So I finally decided to do something about it. I purchased a swingers magazine from a local store and found an ad that I thought would be good. It was a male who said he was hung... and that he lived near our town. I wrote to this fellow and told him what I was looking for. I also enclosed some pictures of my wife in all her glory.
Jessie sighed as she closed the text at last. She took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes, then stood up, yawning and stretching in her chair. She was beginning to think maybe she'd been wrong to choose law as a major. Long years of long hours awaited and she wasn't sure she was up to it. Instead of going to Europe with her family, for example, she was here alone in their huge summer home, alone for a few days anyway, until she began her summer law clerking job in the city. What she wouldn't give to be alone out here for the rest of the summer, just relaxing.
I've always been a bit of a watcher. Even at the age of 11, my gaze always aimed straight for naughty stuff. Any woman sitting in a skirt had my eyes glued to her, waiting for those slick covered legs to slightly part, allowing a brief flash of white. My teachers were often the objects of my gaze, every bend, stretch, walk, wiggle, anything was the focus of my attention. I used to hang out at the football field, reading on the bleachers, sitting sideways. Whenever one of the player's Mother would show up to watch, I often got a great view of panties. I wanted to feel my hands slide over their firm thighs, feel their flesh squeeze in my hands, to press my face against the smooth fabric of their panties.
"Number One, report." "Many life forms, though one type seems to be causing the others to diminish. No life form of any significant intelligence, though one of the higher species seems trainable." "Recommendations." "This planet has abundant resources, though many have been polluted and used up. It is, however, still an ideal planet for colonization. There is abundant food, and, with a little work, the environment can be restored. It would make a fine addition to the empire, my lord.
"As you wish, my lord." "Quite right. Well, I think you and your men here can have some serious fun with our banquet entree. She is VERY special, I must say. Look at how she drools on Number Three's cock, and how her sex opens and closes as if inviting a lusty invader. I've a mind to plumb her depths myself -- but of course that would end all the fun for her, and you I might add," he finished with a chuckle. "Well, I'll leave you to your fun now. I will join you at the banquet site later. "To hear is to obey, Lord Dredd."
Sandy Wilson looked at the rat in frustration. The aluminum foil electrode he had glued to Ms. Piggy's head had come loose again, and she had rubbed the spot where it had been attached until the skin had broken, making it useless for his purposes. He'd have to find another place to attach an electrode, and that meant another hour of carefully shaving the rat's tiny head. Still, he hadn't got a good EEG tracing from the spot on top, so he probably was better searching for another, maybe farther back on the cortex..
"Oh, Larry," giggled Ann Dolan as her new husband slipped his hand up the back of her loose dress. "David might be watching. Besides, the movers are still coming in and out of the house. You wouldn't want to give them a private show, would you?" Larry appeared not to hear her, although he did remove his hand from her buttocks. Turning her around, he brushed a kiss on her full, luscious lips as he held her curvaceous body tightly against his. The two movers, bringing their new couch into the living room, stood and watched the pair of newlyweds.
We never thought we would be telling anyone about our love, but we finally decided to let the world in on our little secret. It started about a year ago and has continued through the school year. In fact, almost everyone thinks we're married, instead of brother and sister. We'll tell our own stories so you can understand how it all started...
I will be a senior at the University of Georgia this fall, and because I'm an only daughter, my parents let me take this summer (my last) off without having to work. I've been staying with them and simply relaxing. One weekend, my parents and another couple left for a four-day trip together and the couple asked me to take care of their fourteen year old twins. I was glad to do it since they have a big house in Dunwoody with a private pool. I knew the twins, and I knew they wouldn't be any trouble. What I didn't know was that they had grown up during the year I was away at school.
Last May, John, Frank, and I went to North Carolina to open our cottage for the summer. John is my half-brother and Frank is my younger brother, but we opened more than the cottage. It was a long drive, and we spent the rest of the afternoon sweeping and cleaning and unboarding the windows. By suppertime I was covered with dirt and cobwebs, so I told the boys that I was going down to the lake for a swim, to clean off while they made supper.
He was exhausted. He had been clinging to the piece of insubstantial wood for hours upon hours... time had become meaningless to him since the ship had gone down. He clung, wondering why he held on, what use there could possibly be? Sometimes he thought it would be so much easier to just let go and float down into the depths of the ocean, but some stubborn part of him kept him grasping the ship's debri. The sun was just starting to rise, and he peered through swollen eyelids around him. Nothing... Hours passed. He thought he heard a noise, but was too weary to raise his head.
That hot deep center shaking and trembling as his cockknob pressed against my clitty, and I knew I wasn't long for this world. I spread my legs apart, dropping my crotch downward, stretching my pussy lips taut, enveloping his mammoth organ, taking its swollen bulk up into my belly. My cunt screamed with pain as it was reamed and stuffed with male meat.
For more than an hour he had walked through the narrow streets and crossed many roads, always hooded and with his head down, trying to be neutral to anyone who saw him trudging along in the darkness, the sounds of his feet on the concrete walkway echoing from the excessive glass windows of the precinct shops, sound which danced back and forth across the road from window to window, cutting through the silence of the darkness with confusing direction. It was warm, he was warm, outside his body felt the heat from the night air against his skin, sweat on his brow quickly vaporised and carried away in the air he left behind as he walked at an ever increasing pace as he neared his destination. Inside too his warmth was rising, not long now to reach his goal, heat building in the pit of his stomach, his loins stirring as his mind began to focus on what lay ahead of him.
I am not sure how to relate my seduction to you... It was not expected. Up until the moment that Art Leefers (a.k.a. Arc Light) impaled me on the end of his magnificent cock I was totally faithful to my husband Buddy. When Buddy and I were married I was a virgin; over the years we have explored our sexuality to the fullest. We are both very sexual beings and I have been allowed to explore my wildest fantasies.... But... the reason that you are reading my story; and that I am writing it is due to the fact that I have committed adultery for the first time in my twenty eight years.
With the help of my older sister, Jackie, and two of her boyfriends, I lost my virginity the weekend my folks went to Vegas. I was 17 at the time, and Jackie was a worldly 19. My mom and dad left bright and early one Friday, giving us each $50 and strict instructions to behave ourselves and not to get into any trouble. As our folks pulled out of the driveway, Jackie looked at me and asked, "What have you got planned for the weekend ?" I shrugged and told her that I'd probably spend all my time in the pool. She gave me one of her sly, secretive smiles and told me that her concept of a good time would begin when Brad and Jeff arrived.
Jackie Thurman, one of the senior County Probation Officers pulled her long brunette hair back and wrapped it in a bright red elastic band. The thirty-five year old mother of two still had her award winning high school body. The tall, five-foot-six inch beauty still had her eye turning measurements of 34B-23-34 with long sensuous legs and a tight little butt. She rubbed the sensitive little orbs of the pencil size nipples on her small but perfect little breasts and sighed as the delectable little buds hardened and sent a sharp spark of electricity through her tight body.
Jacqui was fourteen, and very very ready to experience all that she was to enjoy as a young girl physically ready for pleasure! Since her birthday 3 months ago she had been waiting for the right opportunity to explore the feelings she had long been enjoying... but which until now had had no opportunity to express.
Jamie watched Karen and John leave, anxiously, trying to think of a good reason to go herself. Jeff's party had long since wound down, and now only he and his friends Kevin and Tim were still there with her. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but she really should be go- ing home, what with her grandfather here and all. "No, Tim." She pushed his hand away from her breast for the third or fourth time. Her voice sounded quivery, and she blinked at the sound of it. She'd had too much to drink, she knew, but then so had everyone.
I just turned 18 last month and can best describe myself as 5'5", long brown hair (down to the crack of my ass), and vital statistics of 37C-24-36. I don't like to boast, but I do turn some heads when I wear my bikini on the beach. My story starts with a couple of my girl friends and I celebrating my 17th birthday last year. There were three of us and we had the wild notion that it would be fantastic to go to the local night club to celebrate. Since we were all under age, we began to think of how we could get some fake i.d.. Marsha, my closest friend, said that her cousin could fix us up and sure enough, she did!
Little boys are just little boys - `rats and snails and puppy dog tails,' as the old poem goes - but little girls are very often merely little women. I'd read about that young girl named Lolita, who made it with an older man, but I assumed she was totally fictional. She wasn't, much to my amazement and sorrow, and I found that out. My wife of six years and I finally divorced in the winter of '93, and I moved out. Managing to keep my job, that was about all, but because I'd become awfully weary of the fighting and tension I, I figured it was worth it though.
I'll admit that I have made a few mistakes in my short life. But this wasn't a big one from my point of view. I mean, I met her in a bar, so she had to be of age. Not only was she underage but her daddy was the local judge. Normally I would have gotten probation at the most, but daddy sentenced me to 5 - 10 years for statutory rape. And he saw to it that I was sent to the maximum security prison even though I was a first offender. The next day I was transported to prison on a prison bus. On the way there I was continually teased by the other prisoners and guards about what would happen to me in prison. You see I'm 18 years old 5'6" tall 135 pounds with light brown hair and blue eyes. A regular pretty boy.
As the tires broke loose in a power slide around the sharp corner she heard the engine sputter twice just before it died, leaving her with too much speed and no power to the steering or brakes. She expertly wrestled the heavy sedan to a short stretch of straight road and pulled as far to the right as she could, her body taking on a faint glow from the exertion and excitement of the suddenly dangerous situation.
"As you know, ladies and gentlemen, this is a charity ball we are holding tonight." C-h-a-r-i-t-y b-a-I-I! I thought. Wow! "I want to personally thank all of you for disrupting your busy schedules in order to be here tonight - to help participate financially in this worthy cause." There was a round of applause from the audience. I took a quick glance at Bobby, but he was expressionless. I couldn't tell how he was taking all this. I looked around the room at the crowd, especially the women. They ranged in ages from twenty to sixty-five or so. All seemed intent on the proceedings, with none looking offended. They were obviously wealthy. This amazed me far more than the girl with her jackass on the stage.
The taxi sped through the night, the driver kept tilting his mirror looking Jane up and down. Her mini dress straps had fallen from her shoulders and the dress had slipped to her waist, revealing her naked breasts. The bottom half had risen up and he could see, especially with her legs splayed open, that she wore no knickers. Jane & Peter where both slumped on the back seat, exhausted and asleep. Not to mention the fact that they had both drank rather a lot of wine and had been given an aphrodisiac by Nick.
Our's is an unusual tale I believe. One of shared fantasies and then ultimate fulfillment. Perhaps this occurs a lot but if it does I am not aware of it. My beautiful and very sexy wife Jane, and I enjoy a full, rich sex life. One of the many many things that makes it so rich is openness and the sharing of our sexual fantasies with each other. During sex we often enjoy telling each other little sex stories centered on each of our fantasies. Over the years we have both gotten pretty good at spinning a web of excitement for each other. It really has enhanced our sex life a great deal. In fact, as it turned out, much more than I could ever have anticipated.
I awoke first, Jane still slept soundly all spread out on her back. I lay there looking at my lovely wife and thrilled at the thought she was mine, not in any possessive way but that she chose to be with me. We both sleep nude and the covers were on the floor. Jane lay there and looked so good in repose. Her full body begging to be touched. I smiled as I remembered it was Saturday...... we had all week end. Then I really smiled as I thought about the previous night. I started to get hard immediately as I recalled watching Jane and Carl together and I knew, unless Jane objected, there would be more. I wanted it badly. Somehow I didn't think Jane would object.
I was looking forward the end of the day and the thought of spending the weekend with Kim, Jane and her sister Mary kept my dick hard all day. Jane was away from the office all day but she called me about 3:30 pm to remind me to come over right after work. Jane told me that her sister was looking forward to meeting me and my big dick. I laughed and told Jane I would be sure I brought my dick along and told Jane I wanted to fuck her up the asshole while her sister ate out her pussy. Jane told me she wanted me to bring someone with me and surprised me by telling me to bring along one of the girls in the office who I knew only slightly.
The thought of watching his sister screw excited Justin. She was a cute girl, blonde with big blue eyes and a cute smile. She had had sex before, and he always wondered what it would be like watching her do it. He had seen her naked a couple of times, and promptly jacked off after each time. He and Scott both were virgins, but it looked like Scotty was gonna get his first. All the girls liked Scott. He had brown hair and eyes and was a cross between Scott Baio and the Karate Kid.
Janet dumped her packages and shed her coat as soon as she entered the house, strewing everything on the couch in a big heap. Her feet hurt. As they always did after she'd spent the better part of the day shopping. Shopping had been fun the first few months after she an Alan had married a little over a year earlier. Lately, though, it had seemed to lose its allure. But what else was she to do? Alan didn't want her to work at an outside job. He made good money with the construction company. They weren't rich by any means, but they certainly weren't hurting, either.
As the tires broke loose in a power slide around the sharp corner she heard the engine sputter twice just before it died, leaving her with too much speed and no power to the steering or brakes. She expertly wrestled the heavy sedan to a short stretch of straight road and pulled as far to the right as she could, her body taking on a faint glow from the exertion and excitement of the suddenly dangerous situation. Oh damn, she thought. Oh God Damn! I'm gonna get blamed and it wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything to it and it just broke. In frustration she beat her fists against the leather-covered wheel as she felt the first sting of tears salting her eyes.
She was unable to keep from sobbing. Her mind was in a turmoil: part of her wanted to experience the new sensations, but the other part still was trapped by her upbringing. Her hands clenched the spread in fists of steel as she felt his mouth sliding gently up and down her thigh, coming closer and closer to her cunt with each cycle. Finally when his lips encased the sensitive skin joining thigh to cunt, her mind broke. "No! Damn it, NO!!!!" Her hands grabbed his hair and forced his face up and away from her womanhood.
Jan had been babysitting Mike and Lori's kids for some months. She loved the kids, they were well behaved and happy, easy to watch. Jr, the oldest was 12, Missy was 8, and Kara was just 5. Jan saw a lot of love in this family, and liked taking care of the kids for them. One day Jan noticed things were not the same at the house. Mike and Lori seemed to be distant from one another, probably fighting. They left quickly, and Jan could hear them continue to argue as they moved down the walk. She shrugged it off, thinking they had alot to stay together for and things would be ok.
I was eleven, and I guess just a little bit angry at my stepmother that day. Once again, she had listened to my little brother, and taken his side in an argument over a favorite record of mine that he wanted, and my stepmother said I didn't need. I couldn't stand my little brother, who was five at the time, because he knew his mother liked him better, and he took full advantage of that fact, getting whatever he wanted. All he had to do was tell his mom that I said he couldn't have something, and she'd let him have it, just to spite me, even if she wouldn't normally approve of whatever it was.
John knocked, we waited a few seconds in silence. Then, a small voice from inside asked, "Who is it please" in a slightly accented purr. John responded, it was a lonely man with his friend. The door opened a crack and the voice said, there are lonely people inside that need company too. The door closed. A stream of giggles, preceded the sound of quick last second preparations. John asked me,"how old is the youngest girl you ever fucked?" Sixteen, I replied. John smiled and said, " this is going to be a night you will never forget. A voice inside purred again, 'Please come in.
The house was dark and their parents were long in bed as 16-year-old Jason crept down the hallway to his little sister's room. He knew Joy would be awake, waiting for him, just as she had been every night for the last week or so... ever since he'd caught her, one afternoon, with her school dress up around her tiny tits and her panties around her ankles, rubbing her hot, juice-filled little pussy to orgasm. Being the loving, caring brother that he was, he'd quickly shown his horny little 14-year-old sister how much more fun she could have with his big, stiff cock. She was a VERY willing student!
The small California valley lay quiet under the eerie light of a full moon. There were a few clouds in the dark sky, but they were so thin and wispy that they seemed to vanish like gossamer as they drifted across the face of the moon. The valley was dotted with small houses scattered in haphazard fashion. It was hardly a town. There was a general store and a gas station, but no real center. Most of the houses stood on two or three acres of land; little homesteads with their own gardens and a few chickens. In a few years this would be just another suburb of the malignantly growing city that lay so near, but now it was still a haven of peace and beauty.
Mike Watkins watched as his mother got dressed. He hadn't meant to but while cleaning up the yard he passed by her bedroom window and happened to look in. What he saw certainly surprised him. His mother, a slim blond in her mid thirtys was just coming out of the shower and drying off. She was very petite and wasn't much bigger in size than some of the freshman girls Mike had dated, what very few he had. Her breasts were the only out of proportional part of her, as they appeared quite larger than the rest of her body.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.
The next day at school, he put some feelers out about Paige and Connors. It didn't take long to get something back. "You sure you want to hear this?" Devon asked warily. Jeff glared down at him. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise." "Okay. Just remember. I'm only repeating what I've heard. don't hit me or anything." "Yeah, yeah." Devon sighed, and slumped back against the wall.
The next day at school, he put some feelers out about Paige and Connors. It didn't take long to get something back. "You sure you want to hear this?" Devon asked warily. Jeff glared down at him. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise." "Okay. Just remember. I'm only repeating what I've heard. don't hit me or anything." "Yeah, yeah." Devon sighed, and slumped back against the wall.
Things around the house improve considerably for him. Both of them did whatever he told them, not only in bed but anywhere else. Paige stayed away from drugs and Dave Connors. She and his Mom shared his chores, leaving him free for football practice. He was much stricter with Paige than with his Mom. He made sure she did her homework every night before letting her watch television or go out with her friends. He checked her clothes before she left for school in the morning and supervised her as she cleaned the house and did other chores.
Jeff slapped Paige on the ass and sent her upstairs as the boys turned to Allyson. She swallowed and blushed slightly under their scrutiny. Jeff moved toward her and slowly began to unbutton the front of the long dress she was wearing. He turned to Phil with a smile. "When you've got a Mother who looks like this, you can't resist fucking her every day." "Yeah, I bet." Phil breathed. "I used to watch her, you know, peaking at her in the shower and her bedroom. When I watched her jerk off, I knew she need a good hard ride." Allyson reddened further and stared down at her feet as Jeff undid the last button and pushed the open dress back over her shoulders.
Jeff had been to O'Malley's Bar a few times before, but he had never seen the woman that was was sitting at the bar. She was everything that Jeff could ask for, and more. Her hair was long and black, and pulled over her left shoulder in a very alluring way. He wondered what it would like spread over his pillow. High cheekbones with a touch of blush accentuated her brown eyes, which looked cold and hard as glass. Her tight, perfectly shaped ass was barely covered by a black leather miniskirt that hugged her shapely hips like a piece of shrink-wrap. A black tanktop showed the curves of a flawlessly shaped pair of firm, round, braless tits, the nipples poking hard against the stretchy fabric. Her slim, tan legs ended in a pair of knee-high riding boots.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.
I must tell you all about my fiancee, Jennifer, and all of our many wild sexual adventures. She's 17 years old now, and we're going to be married in five months when she turns 18. She's the perfect Gothic babe: she's 5'9", about 120 pounds and she has gorgeous emerald green eyes, perfect C-cup firm tits, beautiful fiery red hair down to her sexy tight round ass, and absolutely flawless unblemished milky white skin. She has an extremely warm, caring, fun-loving, and adventurous personality which endears her to everyone she meets. She absolutely loves sex of all kinds - she'll try ANYTHING sexual at least once.
"Do you know what I saw on my way home from school today, Daddy?" "I don't think I want to know, Jenny." "But, Daddy -- I saw this great little car --" "I don't want to hear this, Jenny." "It's just a small car, Daddy -- a tiny tiny car, a Toyota, actually, is what it is. And it only costs --" "Stop, Jenny. Stop right now." "Daddy --" "No, Jenny. Just no." "Daddy -- how do you think I look today?" "Don't, Jenny. Don't start this. I don't want to start this." "But don't you think I look all right? Look at this, Daddy. Do you like what I'm wearing today?"
Steven awoke in a cold sweat. Groggy and disoriented, he was vaguely aware of some insistent condition. His body was speaking to him. He reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock protruding through the crotch of his underwear. Damn. It was her again. He'd had another erotic dream about her. He hadn't felt this way since he was 16. She'd completely taken over his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on his waking life as well. Even when she was not the object of his conscious fixation, she always persisted somewhere, at least at the periphery, unbalancing him, unfocusing him, unnerving him.
Mrs. Jennifer was a white beauty who runs her business enterprises with an iron hand. If one of her white male employees gets out of line, she forcefully and not very subtly puts them in their place. She has little need for the white boys who hunger after her tight firm body, with their boyish desires. Pity the white boys who makes a childish advance towards the blonde goddess. She turns their seductive dialogue into a humiliating and torturous ordeal. After she verbally chastises their meek and untoward advances, she publicly continues their ridicule before their co-workers; more times than not, destroying their future chances with the white beauties that fill the upscale lingerie shop.
Jennifer is spread-eagled on a large wooden frame. Head down and eyes closed, she hangs motionlessly. From head to toe, her naked body is covered with a glistening layer of sweat. Mild spring wind breezes over her bare skin, but she continues to sweat. On her painfully stretched breasts hang about a dozen red or green darts, their sharp metal tips buried deeply into her tender flesh. One of them sticks directly on her left nipple.
Jennifer's handcuffs were attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, forcing her to stand on her toes. Her ankles were chained to a pair of metal rings fixed in the cement floor, about three feet from each other. The pain caused by the whip had gradually faded. She did not know what was to happen next. Blindfolded, she could not see what her lover was doing. But she knew she should wait patient- ly. Anticipation and anxiety were part of the meaning of com- pletely surrendering herself to him.
Jennifer blushed as she stripped herself naked under the watchful eyes of Donna, her sister-in-law. She was standing in front of Donna's desk. When she saw the few items that Donna had laid out on it, she shivered, and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. Donna looked up from her desk and asked: "Let me ask you one more time, Jenny. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" "You promise to let those girls go?" "Yes, of course. That's the agreement, isn't it?" "OK then, Donna. Let's go on."
The rain had finally stopped, but the thunders were still rolling. It was cold. Jennifer found herself trembling uncon- trollably. She was chained to a wooden post, completely naked. This was her third day of penance at the post. The first two days and nights had been fairly warm, and Jennifer endured them without major difficulty, despite the severe whipping and other torture. But the rainy weather today really put her to the test.
I can't really say I've ever been with a guy before, I mean sexually. I just never found the right guy. That is until the summer of my senior year in high school. I guess it all started after I got home one day after swim team practice. I had just completed the 100 yard medaly in 1 minute 10 seconds (my best time ever) and was feeling pretty good about myself. I went home and yelled for my mother, but no one answered. I of course thought she was out shopping. She left me a note saying that she unexpectedly had to go to Cleveland to visit my great-aunt Felina in the hospital. The note said she would be gone all weekend and part of the week. She left me the car keys and $100 for food.
We'd only been married about a month when my wife, Jenny, and I attended a party for a friend's birthday. We'd been there a couple of hours and had a few beers. I think Jenny was in the lounge whilst I was in the kitchen with a group of lads. Anyway, the conversation got around to what we liked about girl's underwear. There was a general agreement on stockings and garters. When I agreed with this someone said that presumably Jenny wore stockings. I didn't know what to say to this. I didn't want to say yes because this would've given the secrets about my wife's underwear away, but I didn't want to say no either as it would've made Jenny to look a bit of a frump. Obviously my hesitation gave the game away and I was cross-examined on what kind/color she wore and whether she was wearing them that evening.
Pete had been reading through several newsgroups on the Internet when he came across an ad that read "My wife has been very naughty and she needs to have her ass spanked 'til it's red. We will be in Florida in two months, to spend some time at the beach and to teach this bitch some manners - All responses reply to:*****@****.***". Attached was a file with a picture in it. Pete opened the file and expected to find some sweat hog, but was amazed to see a voluptuous redhead with green eyes, a large, firm set of tits, and an otherwise thin figure with long beautiful legs.
Jessica married her husband of three years, Michael, right out of college. Their whirlwind courtship was happy and full of joy and togetherness. After college, Michael got an excellent job with a large corporation which enabled them to buy a good home in a nice neighborhood near the city. They lived the life of the perfect couple. Until that fateful day..... Michael came home with an unusual frown on his face. Jessica greeted him at the door, as usual, in sweatpants and a loose top. He grimaced a bit upon seeing her.
As the limo sped on into the day, Jessica could not but wonder what was happening to her. The men in the car were silent for an hour or two, then she heard low whispers among them. Abruptly, the large auto slowed and veered off what was obviously the interstate, but Jessica had no idea where. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she lay almost prone on the rear seat. The sperm had long since dried on her face, but the mask was still in place. She tried sleeping fitfully, but could not bring herself to forget the awful humiliation of the gang rape and ejaculations on her face.
"We're not done yet, though." said Eva as she toweled the sperm from her hair, rubbing it through her fingers like fine conditioner. "I think they have a video planned. I wonder who it'll be tonight." "What do you mean?" asked a still-trembling Jessica. "Every now and then, Sir John does a video of a girl here, either to keep her under control, or to sell to a private collector. We've had some fairly famous women here who suck cock like crazy, and they can't to a thing because Sir John always keeps a copy of the tape. If it got out, it would ruin their careers."
Lauren winced as the door slammed in her face. She sighed and walked back down the walk to the road. So far she hadn't made any converts amongst the barbarians of Australia. Not that she was discouraged of course. She was used to it. People in Seattle hadn't exactly greeted her with open arms either. She walked up the narrow dirt lane to the final house on the road. It would be nice if they would simply say no of course, or better yet agree to let her, and the Lord into their miserable wretched lives before they were condemned to the burning fires of hell.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.
The door bell chimes gave their cheery announcement that someone was there. When I was alone, I could get a lot of work done but having to answer the door was one of the disadvantages. Figuring it was someone wanting to sell me something, I steeled myself with my best sales-resistance attitude and went to see. There, on our front porch was an angel. She was a long-haired, green-eyed, blond about Mindy's age, who could have sold me anything. When she called me by name, it puzzled me because I didn't recognize her.
The story you are about to read tells of a tremendous change in life styles for me . . . a sudden jump into the wild, wonderful world of juvenile sex. My name is John Danvers, although most people call me Jack. It all started one bright, sunny, July morning in Indiana. That's where I live. I was home, taking a few days off from work and enjoying just being lazy. Earlier that day my wife, Sue, and I had a rather strange conversation. It was about our spare time and how to use it. Not that we had all that much spare time. Both of us worked and we had three daughters and a house to take care.
I knew I wasn't the only man in the world having sex with his daughter. Although I'd never come across any data on the subject, you heard enough stories to conclude that it wasn't all that unusual. Still, it shocked me to learn that someone right there in our neighborhood was doing it, too. What really got to me though, was that Mindy had broken an important rule, perhaps the most important rule I'd ever laid down for her. What to do about it? For sure I couldn't punish her. How would I ever justify such a thing to Sue? What was done was done. All I could do now was find out how far the information had spread and then wait for the storm to break. Once Sue found out, I'd be in big trouble.
It rained most of that week, it was April, but the following weekend's weather turned out to be just fine. On Saturday afternoon the Danvers tribe loaded up into our van and we headed for the Baldwins. Actually, we could have walked but I didn't completely trust the weather. The Baldwin's house was a little bigger than the one Sue and I had. We were doing OK in the money department, but the Baldwins apparently had hit the big time. The house was loaded with expensive furniture and they had a big swimming pool in the backyard. The pool hadn't been opened for the season, yet, but we ended up out there, anyway. There was a grill going for cooking and we had music from the stereo and comfortable chairs scattered around.
The next morning, I came downstairs to find everyone else already up and having breakfast. The girls were seated around the kitchen table, talking and giggling and stuffing cereal down. Sue was puttering around at the stove. When I entered the room, Vanessa looked up and gave out with a greeting so cheery, that the others looked at her instead of me. "Hi, Mr. Danvers." Everyone seemed normal for that time of day, except Vanessa. She looked like she'd just been selected for sainthood, or something. She was literally glowing and it was plain, at least to me, why this was so. She must have enjoyed our little get-together much more than I thought, and it still showed on her face. Not only that but she gave me such an adoring look that I was embarrassed. Sue noticed it, too; and I could almost see the questions forming in her mind.
Tony wasn’t looking forward to the weekend, or the week that followed come to that. His wife Jo had gone to visit her mother and she would be away that long, leaving him with all the housework, cooking and running his daughter to school and all the activities that she busied herself with. Oh well, it could be worse he supposed. His daughter Jill was fun to be with, full of the enthusiasms of the average fifteen year old. She and he had always been close ever since she was born. He remembered wistfully the hours he used to pace up and down in the middle of the night when she was a baby, patting her back to get up the wind that had woken her and started her screaming, changing her nappies and bathing her.
Tony wasn’t looking forward to the weekend, or the week that followed come to that. His wife Jo had gone to visit her mother and she would be away that long, leaving him with all the housework, cooking and running his daughter to school and all the activities that she busied herself with. Oh well, it could be worse he supposed. His daughter Jill was fun to be with, full of the enthusiasms of the average fifteen year old. She and he had always been close ever since she was born. He remembered wistfully the hours he used to pace up and down in the middle of the night when she was a baby, patting her back to get up the wind that had woken her and started her screaming, changing her nappies and bathing her.
It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough year. Being a single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a son who is 13 and they have been very helpful. One thing they haven't been able to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When you've been married for 17 years like I was, you come to take some things for granted. Like the availability of a willing and able partner to share the joy of making love. Like I said, it had been a rough year. Until last week when things got better ... and worse.
"You don't have to do this you know," I said, not wanting to make her feel like I had gone down on her with quid pro quo in mind. "I'd be perfectly happy just to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours." But she was already arranging herself on the bed, positioning her head over my crotch, her eyes taking in the size of my throbbing erection. She turned her head to look up at me and she smiled.
I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get us each something to drink. As I was getting a couple of cold ones from the fridge I reflected on what had just transpired. Reflected in some disbelief. I had just exchanged oral orgasms with the wife of a friend. Not a good friend, but a friend none the less. Guilt? I was feeling some. The next moment I was feeling something else. A warm, definitely female, body pressed against my back and two arms reaching around my front to take possession of my cock and balls with gentle hands. My cock was almost instantly erect. Rational thought quickly fled as Cindy's nimble fingers swiftly stroked my 10 incher to its throbbing fullness.
Cherine's little eleven year old sister Heather was giving Jimmy his bath and noticed his little dick moving around in the water. Heather was fascinated at the sight of his little pecker and began to play with it. Soon it began to harden. It lengthened to about three inches. Heather was enraptured with her discovery and thought this baby-sitting job might be all right after all.
Jimmy got home from school and headed down to his basement bedroom. He liked having his own privacy now, especially since he could masterbate without fear of having his nosey sister catching him in the upstairs room they used to share. Jimmy undressed from his school clothes, and slipped into a thin pair of running shorts. He liked the way his cock flopped around inside the loose shorts, and since his folks weren't home who cares! He sauntered upstairs and turned on the TV. His sister came down for a snack and called one of her friends over to play. She noticed her brothers partially visible penis thru the shorts. He didn't care if she looked, after all, she was only 11 - she probably didn't even know what a penis is!
Jimmy, 13 years old, and his sister Susie, who was a year younger, had just been watching a porno tape on the big screen TV in the livingroom late at night. Jimmy had found the secret hiding place his father had for these tapes and this was the perfect night. Their parents were out for the evening. This particular tape had a lot cocksucking and pussy-eating and the scenes of the young people fucking were just wild. They sat in front of the screen watching intently, getting more and more excited themselves as they watched. After it was over, he quickly put the tape back where he had found it so his father couldn't tell it had been moved, and they quickly headed upstairs to Jimmy's room after turning off the TV.
I woke from a very erotic dream Sunday morning only to find Joan and Sophie playing with my cock. I put my hands behind my head and watched as they took turns licking the shaft, until Joan noticed I was awake. "Sophie, your lord and master is awake," said Joan. "Good morning, Jake," said Sophie cheerfully. "Sophie, Joan," I said, "Good morning to you." I stretched and said, "God, I'm hungry." Joan said she'd make eggs but I reached out and held her hand. "Sophie, this may be my last opportunity with your mom," I said. "Can you cook breakfast while we..." "Sure," said Sophie, hoping off the bed and walking, buck naked, out the door. I motioned to Joan to mount me and she straddled me and sunk slowly down the length of my cock.
I never gave my mother's sex life a lot of thought until I found her dildo. All right, I shouldn't have been snooping, and honestly, I wasn't. It just happened that I was going to a party the next night, and I really wanted to borrow a blouse of hers. I mean, the main reason I bought it for her in the first place was so that I could borrow it!
The bond between brother and sister is one that can never be broken. Most guys I know love their sisters, whether older or younger but the relationship my older sister Dawn and I grew to have that one summer will forever be in my mind as something special and unique. She was just a couple of years older than me, willowy, with light brown hair, fair skin that always seemed too perfect, and a baby face that had pouty lips. Ahh, her lips! My sister had this pouty expression that always looked like she either hated what she was doing, or felt sorry for you.
Steven awoke in a cold sweat. Groggy and disoriented, he was vaguely aware of some insistent condition. His body was speaking to him. He reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock protruding through the crotch of his underwear. Damn. It was her again. He'd had another erotic dream about her. He hadn't felt this way since he was 16. She'd completely taken over his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on his waking life as well. Even when she was not the object of his conscious fixation, she always persisted somewhere, at least at the periphery, unbalancing him, unfocusing him, unnerving him.
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing. Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress him.
Daddy and Mommy explained and when I said I wanted to do it too Daddy..................................... .....................................Daddy was hesitant at first but after some whispering with Mommy he seemed to CUM to a decision. "Joan, both your Mother and I think that you are still to small in the ass for my cock but, before you go away angry, we have decided that you can do it but with your youngest brother because his dick is not fully grown yet."
Let's see, when I last left off my brothers and I had just sucked and licked my father's cock till he came in my mouth and then we licked up all that sweet CUM, learning just how great it tasted. My father had suggested that we "practice" on each other and we were none to willing to wait. I immediately went to my knees and sucked in one of my brother's cocks. (to this day I still can't remember which brother and they both claim it to have been them)
She stood up and removed her nightie and......................... .....................and she reveled her full, adult body to her daughter. As I continued to stare she dropped her robe and then pulled my sheet the rest of the way down. (we live in the south where it is warm a good deal of the time so the sheet was not pulled up far). Mommy lifted my nightie off (with help, as I moved) saying that she too wished to have something to look at.
The other day I was lying 69ing one of my brothers, with a cunt filled with an active tongue and my mouth filled with my favorite, a cock about to cum, when my mind went back to how this all started years and years ago. It was one of those days that young kids hate, all rainy and overcast which makes you think that the rain will go on forever. I was eight at the time and my brothers were 10 and 12. (my parents liked even numbers it would seem) My brothers and I, being stuck in the house, were looking around for something to do.
In fact I think I should tell you of some of the "etc"--like my good friend Traci and................. .................Traci and her family. First some history, brief, I promise. I have known Traci ever since first grade. She is my closest friend (other than family, and that's a little different) and we have always told each other just about everything so that is why, when I was eight and first learned of sucking cock and cunt I couldn't wait to tell Traci of this joy and, of course, me being me, I just had to SHOW her. She liked it so much that we have been "doing" each other almost daily ever since.
After that my folks got on a kick where they wanted me to see other guys, not in the family, and between fucking everyone I just mentioned I have and................. ..........and to round out this tale of tail I should tell you of them. At first, as I was only 10-11, I just went on group things like any young girl. Things like birthday parties or chaperoned outings to the beach---in other words plenty of flirting, even some feels and kisses, but no fucking. This is when my "reputation" at school got started and just to give you a laugh or two., I am known around school as a sweet, kind of shy---VIRGIN!!! (O.K., it isn't THAT funny!!!)
Now for more about Sue, my computer teacher. When she arrived at the door on that first visit........................ ......................I was waiting with my parents, who wanted to meet her, You see, I have no secrets, especially of a sexual nature, from my parents. I guess that you could say that is another of the benefits of incest--TRUST and OPENNESS. As you probably guessed by now, I had told my parents all about my ³adventure² at school with Sue and they had no problem with it as long as I was discreet. The only reason they wanted to meet Sue was because I had been so enthusiastic about her.
The day after her first visit my parents told me that as great as Sue was I should try dating guys my age too. The guy(s) I met were a little older (college Spring breakers) but we seemed to hit it off and....................... That's getting ahead of myself a bit. It started this way. My two brothers Jim, the younger of the two, and Rob, the older, used to take my friend Traci and me to the beach with them on the weekends or days off school. Both Traci and I have been told that we look older than we are, especially when we have on or thong bikinis and shake our asses a bit.
I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing could be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside the door. She smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave, but it would be easier if I stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what a "slut he had married." After she and Mona finished talking to Tom I could never go home again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary embarrassment" but knew that I had no choice.
The twenty year marriage of Mike and JoAnn Reinhardt was rapidly deteriorating. Mike, the over worked Life Insurance Agent was working nearly fifty hours per week. He was valiantly attempting to provide for his non working wife and his seventeen year old daughter. JoAnn, age 40, was in extremely firm condition. During their marriage JoAnn had developed as the dominant love mate. Whenever the stressed out husband begged for sex JoAnn considered it an ever expanding game to come up with new and different ways to deprive her meek husband of his spousal right. Lately she mocked her husband by laying passively while he thrust his six inch cock into her warm but motionless supple body. After he shot forth his less than ample discharge she ridiculed his minuscule discharge.
I was helping out at a local rugby football club dinner. They let me serve behind the bar during the first few acts, but when the "special" started I had to leave. But one of the organisers was a friend and he let me peep from a room at the back. To be honest, I didn't think much of the stripper. She was quite pretty, but when she tried to get guys up on stage and give them blow jobs none of them could get a decent hard-on. It was obvious she wasn't in the least turned on herself, and she behaved dirty like that just to keep the guys interested.
I like my job. The pay isn't much, management sucks, and health plans and the such are a fantasy, but the "benefits" really count! I work at "Monster Mart," (The large department store at the Galleria) in the toy department. The main attraction happens to be (you guessed it) all those beautiful little girls that come by! It all started one day when I was "recovering" the department (lingo for cleaning up after messy customers) near the end of an aisle leading into the main aisle. I heard a couple of people walking towards me, and automatically glanced up and back down at my work...
"It's Rhonda," I said to Jodi who sat on the sofa examining her red bottom. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I gave her the number.... Is that OK?" She looked at me with a worried expression. "Oh, sure. That's cool. But she's here, did you know that?" "Here? How did she get here?" I shrugged. "Dunno. Rhonda?" I said in to the phone. "Uh, huh?" "I'll buzz you in OK? Take the elevator to the second floor and I'll meet you." "OK." When the elevator door opened, there she stood.
Jodie Meyer, a beautiful 43 year old petite brunette, was the lay minister of the ultra rightist First Christ Church. In addition to being ultra conservative in her political views she was equally conservative in her views on race and the under privileged. Her husband Joe Meyer was a successful businessman who had less and less time for his often bitchy wife. Although Jodie was a stunning knockout she was also very much the subtle prick tease who liked to shyly show her perfectly proportioned body; but very seldom yield to the aggressive and uncaring oaf of a husband.
I never wrote to one of these magazines before, but I have an interesting little story to tell your readers about. My husband, Todd, and I are very sexually active. We enjoy a lot of different kinds of sex, but bondage plays a very heavy roll in our lives. Let me tell you about our last bout, which happened last weekend. I jog every morning, usually before work. On Saturday, I got up a little later than usual. Todd was up too, and told me he had a surprise for me, but he would tell me after I got back from my morning run.
Looking back, I couldn’t have had a better childhood if I had written the script myself. Well, not really childhood. What I am going to tell you starts at about age 14 and continues up to ... up to now, actually. The purpose of my tale is not to make you jealous, but, rather, to wake you up to some delicious possibilities. My name is Johnny. I lived in a huge Victorian house in New Jersey with my mom and two sisters. My father left when I was 13 and my sisters were 11 and 15. Mom and dad had what seemed like the perfect family ... three kids spaced two years apart ... but the two of them just never got along. They decided divorce was better than all the fighting, and we kids actually agreed.
We were always worried about little Johnny while he was growing up. He was so clumsy and awkward that he almost killed himself a couple of times. It was even worse in high school, for none of the girls would give the klutz the time of day. We loved our grandson with all our hearts, especially me, being his Grandpa and all. Why, I still remember bouncing him on my knee while he was still a young lad. When his mother called to say that Johnny had a delicate problem, we knew we had to help and I had just the solution in mind, being from the old school.
The sun was slowly rising. It was another one of those hot summer mornings, and the family living in the large two-storied house was wakening. Mr. Johnson woke up to the soft, delightful sound of birds singing outside. He looked down at his wife. Mrs. Johnsons dark hair framed her pretty face in the most lovely manner, and he couldn't help noticing, that the covers had slid down, exposing her firm, well shaped breasts. His pulse sped up a little. Feeling this, he wondered why she never ceased to have that effect on him.
Will stumbled down the stairs, almost falling down in his frustration. Yet another time he had screwed everything up. He felt like a jerk. No, the look in his wife's eyes as she woke up, made him feel like a bastard. It was a breach of the trust he and his wife had developed through their eight years of marriage. Was it really that long ago? Yes, he remembered how he had been on the verge of taking his own life after his first wife, Laila, was killed in a car crash. Will had been trapped in the driver's seat as the car had turned over. His seat belt was jammed, and he could only listen, while his wife cried faintly, her young life slowly leaving her.
Jon was your average high school freshman. Still a virgin, he wanted to fuck a girl more than anything else in the world. But more important, he wanted to fuck Lisa. Lisa was NOT your average high school freshman. She was 13, 5 foot 3 inches tall, white blond hair, and had two huge and well-shaped tits. She had a perfect complexion, and really looked great. She was beautiful. To Jon, she was perfect. But how could he ever get a chance at her???
It wasn't that long ago that Gloria Watson had been using drugs uncontrollably and, out of despair, attempted suicide. Now her rehabilitation was almost complete. All that remained was a departure interview with the director of The Institute, the facility which had saved her life and restored her to sanity. Gloria knew Dr. van Damme by reputation only and did not know what to expect as she entered her office.
Joe lay face down on an operating table in an amphitheater. He was anesthetized and could neither feel nor move. In his euphoric state, he could not pay attention as the as the surgeon described what was happening to him. "Today I am using micro-miniature appliances, incorporating fiber optics and lasers, to demonstrate some inspiring developments in surgery." "First, I am performing liposuction to effect body contouring. As I am sure you are well aware, this is a high profit margin business for us. However, I am going beyond conventional routine here today. In order to create on the subject the smallest waistline possible, as called for in the treatment protocol."
Joe's inanimate form lay on a platform surrounded by many pieces of complex machinery. Countless wires ran from the apparatus to points all over his body. His head from the throat up was enclosed in a sealed container from which the top of his bald head projected. Inside, Joe's unconscious eyes stared blankly into the darkness. An incision was made around the crown of Joe's scalp, which was then peeled back to reveal his skull. A precision micro-saw then cut a circle through the bone. The bone was carefully removed revealing Joe's brain. A team of surgeons spent some time implanting a mesh of fine wires in Joe's cerebellum.
One morning, Monica and another girl entered Joe's room. Joe was wearing a pink satin chemise gown with spaghetti straps, trying to ignore what was under it. His breasts had finally stopped growing, but it was too late as far as Joe was concerned; the new appendages were immense. Joe didn't joke about needing a bra anymore. Now he wondered when he'd be given one to take the considerable strain of supporting the pendulous mammaries off of his pectoral muscles.
"Take off your robe and bra," directed Monica. Joe's inevitable modesty asserted itself. "Can't I leave it on? It didn't get messed." "Joe, as you learn to wear the clothing for which your body has been designed, you'll find that, unlike your men's underwear, different types of lingerie go with different outfits. What's right with one, is inappropriate for another. Now get that bra off!"
Joe wondered why he hadn't drawn any attention in the cafeteria. "Surely, I must have been a sight," he thought. Joe didn't know that there were two good reasons for his not causing a commotion; Dr. van Damme's staff was well trained not to display interest in anything out of the ordinary, and they had all seen more outlandish creatures than Joe Watson result from the Doctor's experiments.
Monica entered Joe's room with her gear and looked at the sleeping man. Lifting the satin coverlet from his body, she paused to watch the rise and fall of his breasts under his satin and lace negligee as he breathed. The drug in his dinner had worked well. Continuing with her task, Monica pulled the hem of his negligee up over his hips. The only natural hair left on his body was a triangle of silky pubic hair. Monica lathered it up and began shaving it off. Joe woke up muddled the next morning and tried to get up. "Joe, get back in bed," said Monica. "And lie on your stomach."
Joe ate breakfast with Monica and, having nothing to do, followed her around all morning. As time wore on, Joe became more accustomed to the clothes he wore, and at ease with his new appearance. He was unaware that every man who laid eyes on him lusted after him. When Joe had followed Monica into her office and taken a seat, she realized what had been bothering her about him. Except when his body and dress required that he move otherwise, Joe still sat and, in some situations, moved like a man. Right now he sat with his legs apart. Monica could see his garters at the tops of his stockings and glancing up, she could make out his vagina in it's satin embrace.
The house was dark and their parents were long in bed as 16-year-old Jason crept down the hallway to his little sister's room. He knew Joy would be awake, waiting for him, just as she had been every night for the last week or so... ever since he'd caught her one afternoon with her school dress up around her tits and her panties around her ankles, rubbing her hot little 14-year-old pussy to orgasm. Being the loving, caring brother that he was, he'd quickly shown his horny little sister how much more fun she could have with a stiff, constantly-horny teenage cock. She was a VERY willing student!
Let's face it, most of the guys that buy this trash magazine of yours only do it so they can beat off over the sluttish looking bitches that you so proudly display. I bet most of your readers don't even read these feedback letters, if they can read at all! I can just see those seedy twerps now, sitting on the toilet, their little cocks squeezed tightly in their sweaty palms, and jacking themselves off while imagining that they're fucking one of your big boobed bimbos. Those guys don't have a farts chance in a hurricane of ever talking to a real woman much less screwing one. Tell me, how many of the guys on your publishing staff fuck those cum sluts you photograph? I wouldn't be surprised if those cunts humped everyone in the studio before and after the photo sessions.
"Jessica, you only have two weeks before school starts. You have to get that physical now!" her mom replied, firmly. God, she dreaded this. Can I find a way to avoid it, she thought. Hmmm, there must be something I can do to get out of this. She pretended not to hear her mother. "I've got to call Doctor Barnes today and get an appointment for you. Don't make any plans 'till I get this appointment set up". "Oh mom, do I have to? I only went to Doctor Roberts last year and everything was fine. Can't I just go to Doctor Roberts and ask her to sign the forms?"
I wasn't sure whether or not I would post my fantasy, but finally decided I would. My name is Carol and I live alone in a small two bedroom apartment in a suburb of a big city on the East coast. One of my closest friends is a girl named Lisa.
(Doorbell rings, door opens) Hello, you are Judi, no? Yes... who... I am your special consultant... we spoke over the telephone, you remember now? Look at this old coin, it will help you remember. I don't... ohhh, yes... it's beautiful! Yes. It's very shiny, but you can see it more clearly indoors. ...There's ... nobody else... home right now...
My first experience with another woman was when I was eighteen. My family had gone to a big party at my uncle's house. There I met my aunt's sister who shared with me a love for horses. She was about twenty-seven, single and very well off. She lived by herself in her house California. I had April week's vacation coming up and she invited me to visit her for the week. I jumped at the chance and my parents agreed.
I didn't wonder about the situation long. Because as Brian was rubbing Cindy's breasts, I felt that familiar stirring in my lower abdomen, and my juices started to flow once again. Looking back at brother and sister on my bed, enjoying each other. I knew this was going to amount to one of the biggest thrills of my short life. Cindy was starting to show her feelings about the manipulations that her brother was handing out. Her large breasts were heaving with each stroke of his hand. I could see that her nipples were as hard as they had been during our escapades earlier.
Julie finished her business trip up early. Now, she was driving home, her thoughts bouncing around as she drove; from her sales achievements, to her little boy at home, and of course the wet spot between her legs. She had gone with out for the past ten days; normally, her business trips only caused a three or four day sexual hiatus, but this time she had her period before leaving, so that added an additional week. Julie had an out going personality, full of life and enthusiasm. No wonder she lead her office in sales. She was also very beautiful and sexy. Julie was very petite, standing only five foot two inches and a mere 105 pounds soaking wet.
It was a few months before my 12th birthday when my mother told me I could live with my father. They had divorced with I was 10, and my mother and I had a very poor relationship. Dad, however, I adored and we enjoyed being with each other. It was shortly after my 12th birthday that our relationship started to become more than of father/daughter. It was on a Saturday and Dad had given me permission to visit at the home of one of friends, but I was to be back in the house before dark. I ignored the order about getting home, and it was well after dark when I walked through our front door. Dad was sitting on the sofa waiting, more worried than angry. When he asked why I was late in returning home, I gave him some snot-nose answer about never getting to do anything. He said something else which brought another smart answer from me.
I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the month I first met her. It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was working at The Lake, repairing the dock. When the heat got to be too much, I tossed some beer on the raft and poled out the quarter mile to the rock I call "The Island." It's so small that no one bothers with it, so I enjoy going there for the quiet. I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows in the thin soil at waters edge, got out of my clothes and into the water. A few refreshing minutes later, I climbed back out, grabbed the beer and a beachtowel, and went up on the rock. I set my stuff down in the shade of the island's one tree, and drank a can. Secure in the privacy of my little spot, I dozed off.
It was a carefully thought out plan. He was going to hold prisoner all of the girls of an junior high school at gunpoint and kidnap only the best girls. He would take them to a special shack he had built, far from the city and enjoy them there. He had spent almost every weekend of the last six months working on the shack. It was outfitted with everything he needed to live out his fantasies of bondage and rape. Even his van was ready to transport his prisoners to the shack. Now he needed to concentrate on how and where he was going to get his victims. He already knew the age range of his victims. They would be innocent girls about 11 to 14 years old. He wanted only the finest merchandise - hand picked by himself from a large pool of candidates. That's why he decided on a junior high school.
Keri giggled into her palm, unsuccessfully hiding her reaction to Lauren Henderson's dilemma. She wasn't alone of course. Brenda and Amy were giggling too. The three of them stood a little apart from their friend as she tried to find a way of turning down Lorne Cunningham's invitation to a movie without hurting his feelings too much. The four of them, along with two dozen other teenagers, were waiting for the bus home, the number eight, which wound it's way through Kemmingham's less prosperous suburbs on it's way to and from downtown and the airport.
The thought of watching his sister screw excited Justin. She was a cute girl, blonde with big blue eyes and a cute smile. She had had sex before, and he always wondered what it would be like watching her do it. He had seen her naked a couple of times, and promptly jacked off after each time. He and Scott both were virgins, but it looked like Scotty was gonna get his first. All the girls liked Scott. He had brown hair and eyes and was a cross between Scott Baio and the Karate Kid.
"If you put a gag in my mouth," Patricia said, "Justin won't hear me screaming." "But I want him to hear you," Barry said. "Oh," Patricia said. "I see." "Don't you think Justin will enjoy it?" Barry said. "Of course. But what if he comes in?" "I'll kill him." "Oh." "Will you try not to scream?" "I'll try. But I know you can make me scream." "I know Justin did. A lot." "Yes." "Tell me about it."
The bond between brother and sister is one that can never be broken. Most guys I know love their sisters, whether older or younger but the relationship my older sister Dawn and I grew to have that one summer will forever be in my mind as something special and unique. She was just a couple of years older than me, willowy, with light brown hair, fair skin that always seemed too perfect, and a baby face that had pouty lips. Ahh, her lips! My sister had this pouty expression that always looked like she either hated what she was doing, or felt sorry for you. The kind of face that starts a fight, you know? Or gets the neighborhood boys hanging around when she was out in the summer sun, pushing a lawnmower, the cut grass sticking to her fresh-tanned legs.
It seems much more than just a year ago that I first met Sarah and some of my greatest fantasies were fulfilled. I'd been bouncing from chat room to chat room on one of the on-line services late one night. I had just joined, telling myself it was a necessary skill to learn, but deceiving myself as to the real reason: the rumors I'd heard about the forbidden and, frankly, illegal topics that were discussed. The first couple of nights I deliberately stayed out of the rooms with titles that so strongly appealed to me, resisting the urges that churned between my legs. Just reading the room names that used terms like, 'Young', Family Fun', 'Lolita', and 'Girls', and thinking about the conversations going on in those rooms kept me hard long after I'd logged off, and made the orgasms from my nightly jerk-off sessions very powerful. But, the third night I finally gave in to the temptation and that's where I met Sarah.
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