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This happened when I was 20 in the summer of 1979. I was home from college for the summer and would be heading back in a few weeks. As usual, I was hanging out at the volunteer fire station as volunteer paramedic/firefighter (I worked as a security guard for a major insurance company's headquarters building in the evening ... but that's another story). It was early afternoon and my partner and I were on our way back from a late lunch at a local fast food place in the ambulance when we received a call: "Medic 352, respond for the unknown medical emergency, at 1234 Cross Court."
Indrani draws up both her knees until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts; her feet find her lover's armpits. Small girls love this posture, but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice. She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms, spreads wide her thighs, and digs in her heels besides her hips, while you caress her breasts: this is "Utphallaka" (The Flower in Bloom).
"TELL ME TO FUCK YOU!" I bellowed at the girl twisting and writhing beneath me, pinned to the bed by my pistoning dick buried in her cunt. I rammed in and out of her with as much energy as I had, pushing her back towards the head of the bed. "TELL ME!" I ordered her again, furious at her resistance, twisting the raw flesh of her breasts cruelly as I rode her, holding back my orgasm, waiting for her to break, to tell me she wanted it, to beg me to fuck her. "FUCK ME!" Karen shrieked finally, screaming as loud as she could, unable to resist as I mauled her tits with my hands, mauled her cunt with my turgid meat. "FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
Karen lives just a few houses away from me, she is a tiny little blonde who could not weight more than 80lb soaking wet. Now that she is out of highschool (Saint Mary's School for Girls) she normally pops in when she finds out I am at home. Occasionally she'll bring a friend also, but most often she is alone. In my back yard there is a small stream making a turn, and the water there is shallow and quite warm during summer. I moved in last summer, and it was just a few days before Karen visited me and asked if she could play in the water; she had always been allowed to do that, she told me. Well, why not, I thought. I was sitting nearby and could watch her anyhow, making sure she was OK.
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Karen Anderson and I've been told by many of the people who work with me I am quite attractive. I have shoulder length brunette hair, which nearly appears a dark auburn in the sunlight. At age 25, I have strived to keep my 35b-24-35 shape tight and firm. Although my breasts are a tad on the small size, the constantly hard pencil size nipples set off their firmness. My eyes are a dark emerald and I use them to great advantage when I choose to flirt with the wimp like men that I work with.
After our wedding, my wife and I drove to Colorado for our honeymoon. We were going to be gone for a month since I had time off between assignments. Karen was an exhibitionist, which is what made me go for her. Coal black hair and eyes, she packed a lot of beautiful body in her 5'4" 110 lb. frame. As we drove down the Interstate, I reached across and began to rub her bra-less tits. Her nipples reacted by stiffening and a smile came across her face. I noticed her legs splaying open and closed, so I got a little bolder. I unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her tits. We passed a semi just fast enough to overtake him within about five minutes. During this time, he looked down at my wife's bared tits and kept pace with us.
Karla was puzzled as she read the note attached to the photograph she found in her mailbox. She did not recognize the name 'Reba' attached to it and was not at all familiar with the ritzy section of town from which it came. She did clearly understand the note, however. It was very simple and explicit. "Be at 1102 Briley Park Way at 4:00 PM or else." The attached photo left no doubt as to what the 'or else' meant. It graphically displayed Karla with her married lady friend. Both were naked and Karla was lapping her tongue eagerly into the spread asshole of her lady friend. If these pictures ever made their way to this lady friend's husband .... or to Karla's boss .... she didn't even want to think of the results. How did she get these pictures? What would happen to her now? It did not matter in the least. The bottom line..... Karla would be at 1102 Briley this very afternoon.
My roommate Lisa is a real slut. I knew that when she brought a guy back to our room the first night in the dorm. I had to camp out in the lounge with the Scrabble geeks while she got pounded in our room. The next morning the whole room smelled of sex. I even found a pool of dried cum and pussy juice on my dresser. Luckily she's got a really hot body and a gorgeous face, and is hard to stay angry at - especially when she gives you one of her broad, shining smiles. I think she could easily be a fashion model if she wanted to - kind of a blonde Cindy Crawford, without the mole. But Lisa wants no part of it. "Models don't get to fuck enough" she claims. I don't know how much would be "enough" for Lisa: she's got a pretty high libido. I don't think she's gone a single day here at school without at least one sex partner.
I can remember the day about six months ago when the new neighbors moved in. They were a couple I would say in their mid thirties and their sixteen year old daughter. I saw them move most of their stuff in as I always spend alot of time working in the yard on the lawn or trimming the shrubbery. I always managed to find some project to work on to keep me busy. I couldn't help noticing the daughter. From a distance she appeared to be a rather cute looking girl.
He had just gotten off work in the computer lab. Kathy waited patiently by the door as he left. She smiled seductively, because she knew what was about to happen. He was nervous because he had never been with such a beautiful woman before and he really wanted to impress her. Kathy was so sexy, she even walked seductively, her ass moving gently side to side as she walked ahead of him. They walked across the parking lots to Lafollette and on past it to her building. She punched the button for the elevator and the doors opened almost instantly. She walked in and he followed. When the doors closed, she slid her amrs around him and looked up into his eyes.
This is a true story that really happened. It changed the life of both my wife and myself. I am 6'4" tall and 240 lbs, some say very well built. However my beautiful wife is a redhead of 5'2" and 120 lbs. One thing about her I find very sexy is the fact that she likes to wear my shirts in the mornings while puttering around the house. She has even given the people next door a bit of a show while getting the paper, but that is another story.
Ted walked up to the door of the apartment building, and got out the keys given to him by Jennifer to open the door. She wasn't supposed to be home for another two or three hours at least, which he decided would be enough time to prepare everything for her return. He had planned the whole evening already, down to the dinner he was ready to cook, the bubble bath, the rubbing oils...Ted chuckled to himself as he inserted the key into the building's door. He'd be feeling some sympathy with that key later in the night, he thought.
"Daddy, do you like it when other men fuck Mom?" the teenage beauty asked her father. They were cuddled on the bed together, naked, dripping with sweat and cum from the extended fuck they'd just finished. Kelly's fingers were playfully sliding a dripping gob of cum around on her clit, as the abundant river of jism seeped out of her cunt from the fucking her father had just given her. "Mind, kitten? God, no I don't mind. I LOVE it when your mother fucks other men," Dan sighed, feeling a tingling sensation in his soft cock as the thought of where his sexy wife, Candy, was at that moment. Dan wondered if the two guys she had agreed to meet that evening were as hot as Candy had hoped. Well he'd soon find out. She was due back at any moment now....
Kelly was tired after a very long day. Her office was empty except for herself, and she was hoping to leave soon. Her company had been showing new overseas clients around the office, so she was dressed up more than usual. She was wearing a sharp black dress with silver accents. Her very shapely legs were covered in tan stockings, which were held up by garters at the top of them. Kelly always enjoyed wearing stockings like these, especially since during the last two years her boss Martin has had her on her back in the office more than once. She enjoyed a good midday fuck, and always dressed to make it easier. She completed the outfit with 4" black pumps and a black body briefer underneath.
At first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?' I had agreed to babysit for the neighbors whenever they were going out, since I was home alone in the evenings anyway. I had made the mistake of telling Pete and Judith, who lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife worked nights and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing games on the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I said that, and they had immediately asked if I could babysit their two kids from time to time, so they could get out of the house. Ugh. How could I refuse? I'd just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so I could not very well make up an excuse now.
Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften. I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to the bathroom and locking the door. The feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult, rational resistence toward the idea of sex with such a young child, and my feisty, horny desire to see and explore her naked body. I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair, watching an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgiting.
Dan and Kelly were munching on a couple of KFC fried chicken dinners as they sat in front of the TV watching another skin show on Entertainment Tonight. On screen a bevy of gorgeous beach bunnies were trotting out the latest skimpy swimwear fashions, their boobs bouncing, flesh glistening with coatings of suntan lotion. "God, Dad, I bet you'd like to fuck them, huh," Kelly grinned. They had come home from the movies, showered together, and then spent the day around their backyard pool.
It was the next morning. Kelly had slept with Dan and Candy, in their kingsize bed, and off and on during the night they three had engaged in whatever they wanted with each other. Kelly knew she'd been fucked again, although she didn't remember waking up during the fuck, whenever it had happened. She also knew she'd had her pussy sucked by her mother again after being fucked, because that had awakened her, and when Candy climbed up over Kelly's body after eating her, Kelly could taste the cum on Candy's lips. Knowing it had come from her own cunt, Kelly realized her father must have fucked her again during the night.
It was the next morning. Kelly had slept with Dan and Candy, in their kingsize bed, and off and on during the night they three had engaged in whatever they wanted with each other. Kelly knew she'd been fucked again, although she didn't remember waking up during the fuck, whenever it had happened. She also knew she'd had her pussy sucked by her mother again after being fucked, because that had awakened her, and when Candy climbed up over Kelly's body after eating her, Kelly could taste the cum on Candy's lips. Knowing it had come from her own cunt, Kelly realized her father must have fucked her again during the night.
After going home to change her clothes, Estelle returned and the four of them climbed into Dan's Explorer and drove to midtown. Kelly had once again worn makeup to make her look over eighteen, and when Dan bought the tickets, the man behind the counter grinned in surprise at the three women with him. "Today could get interesting," he said, appraising the thin tank tops the women were wearing. All three had dressed to show off their bodies, wearing nothing beneath the thin tops, clearly revealing their nipples and tits.
Kelly was tired after a very long day. Her office was empty except for herself, and she was hoping to leave soon. Her company had been showing new overseas clients around the office, so she was dressed up more than usual. She was wearing a sharp black dress with silver accents. Her very shapely legs were covered in tan stockings, which were held up by garters at the top of them. Kelly always enjoyed wearing stockings like these, especially since during the last two years her boss Martin has had her on her back in the office more than once. She enjoyed a good midday fuck, and always dressed to make it easier. She completed the outfit with 4" black pumps and a black body briefer underneath.
I'd like to tell you a little about one of my favorite fantasies. Like a lot of other women, I've always secret thoughts about having sex with animals. I can remember back in school, I'd get an itch between my legs just watching a couple of dogs screwing in the street... and this was before I ever knew what the feeling was. After I got a couple of years older, I'd go home and masturbate whenever I'd happen to see them going at it. I'd think about how good it would feel to have that big red doggy cock pounding in and out of my creamy pussy.
It was nearing 6:30 when Kevin Nielsen heard the Jeep Wagoneer pull into the garage adjoining the kitchen. Moments later, the door between the two opened, and Heather, his mom, lurched through with a bag of groceries in each arm. Kevin jumped down off the high stool he'd been on saying "Here, Mom, let me help with that." He grabbed one of the bags, then leaned in dutifully for her kiss on his cheek.
Kevin woke up the next morning inordinately happy, but as so often happens to the waking mind, he didn't immediately remember why. He felt the sheets rub against his morning hard-on, and then he suddenly recalled the events of the previous night. His already swollen member seemed to get even harder. He hopped out of bed and, with his swaying boner leading him on like a divining rod, went off in search of his mother.
Naked as the day she was born, Heather padded back to her bedroom, her robe over one arm, soaking up the cum drenching her hand. As on her previous sexual encounters with Kevin, her mind was rationalizing away her guilt at what had just occurred, to wit: she had stripped and masturbated for her son; he had touched her clit and made her cum; she had gotten into bed with him naked and masturbated him to orgasm while he nursed on her breast. The right synapses were firing to write the whole episode off to education again, except for the fact that when some of her son's cum spurted on her cheek, she had caught it with her tongue as it dripped down her face. But she was conveniently forgetting that last fact, acting as if it had been done unconsciously.
George Speck, Principal of Sedgelake Public School, was walking the corridors after school. His wife had left him the previous year, leaving the 35 year old George to raise their ten and twelve year old daughters and eleven year old son by himself. As he entered the girls' changing room he heard small scuffling noises from the back of the room. George looked around the corner of a bank of lockers. Two girls were in the other corner of the room about ten feet away. They were lying on their backs with their legs spread to either side of the benches on which they were lying. George didn't recognized them at first, partly because the way they were lying he couldn't see their faces properly, but mainly because both girls had taken their underpants off and pulled their skirts up around their waists and were rubbing their naked, hairless cunnies.
Ellie spotted the girl and her mother the moment they showed up at the beach. The girl looked to be about 11 and was absolutely beautiful. She had long blond hair, golden skin, a pert, upturned nose over bow shaped lips. Her tiny bikini top cupping just the hint of breasts and the equally small bottom snugly fitting her little tight ass. The mom was probably in her early thirties with a great set of tits but her hips had never recovered from childbirth. They were wide and her thighs were flabby with varicose veins.
As you know, I like to write stories that involve kids having sex. And one of my favorite subjects is kids having incestuous sex. One story, about a brother and sister, attracted the attention of a 15- year-old boy when I uploaded it to the adult BBS that I regularly called in Atlanta. It seems that one of the callers had passed the file on to a kids board in town where he got ahold of it.
Lisa awoke to the sound of the beeping of her alarm clock, got up, and went to the bathroom to shower, and use some hair remover on her legs, underarms, and of course, her pussy. When she got to the bathroom, she first sat down to use the toilet. After she had finished pissing, she started to wipe her pussy, but found herself masturbating instead! She was always so horny in the morning! After she made herself cum, she got up and turned on the shower. Then, when the water was warm enough, she stepped in, and started lathering her body.
You have to be recommended to this place and be checked out first, as well as present recent negative tests for various sexual diseases. I talk with her mother first. She has five children for rent, four girls ages 6, 7, 10, and 12, and a boy, 9. Price depends on what you want. Simple hand jobs are only $20, blow jobs are $50, no matter which child you choose to jack you off or suck your cock. You can butt fuck any of them for $100, or fuck little girl pussy for $200. But I want her 10 year old girl for the night, for everything.
My Daughter When I gave birth to my daughter I became very ill. So ill in fact that I didn't get out of hospital for several years. My daughter was taken from me from the beginning and I only ever saw photo's of her. She was fifteen when I was released from the mental hospital, you see, the pain of giving birth had made me close my mind to the outside world and the doctors decided after many weeks, that I would be better off in a mental institution.
We could not have had it better! The girls were still in the family room with Dawn when we got Kenny home and into bed, They both had shorts and sweat shirts on that hid damn near everything. But they were pleased when we told them we were heading out for a couple of beers. "Don't wait up," we told them. My knees were wobbly as Richard and I stood in the dark out of sight waiting for the light to come on in Kim's bedroom. It seemed like for ever but finally it was on and we moved carefully up to the window to look inside. Sara and Kim were giggling and talking in low tones but we could see them perfectly - some times only a few feet from us - and could hear some of what they were saying.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond woman's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. A streak of hot wet white whizzed out, splayed gracefully in the air, and traced a line up the woman's face from below her cheekbone into her hairline. It curled up over her cheek, across her pert nose, and into the socket of her eye. It continued up over her eyebrow and across her forehead before disappearing into her hair. Even before the white line had splattered forcefully into her face, the snake-like prong shuddered again.
The next thing Kim knew, she was on a plane to Los Angeles. The last few days had been a whirlwind for her, since she had to quit her job, sub-let her apartment, and close her bank accounts. John took her shopping one day, showering her with beautiful clothes and jewelry, making sure that she had everything she desired. He took her to a beauty salon, where she had her hair done, her finger and toe nails manicured and painted; she had a wonderful full body massage that took every kink out of her body, and as a special treat, John had the four men who worked in the salon masturbate thick creamy loads of sperm onto her shining face, which he tenderly rubbed into every square inch of its surface, from her chin to her forehead. Of course, while he was doing this, Kim was wildly plunging her fingers in and out of her wet pussy, enjoying several small orgasms.
Kim was enchanted by Los Angeles. Her first days there were busy finding a place to live, getting all the connections and hookups necessary when you move into a new place, and "seeing the sights" with John. She toured Beverly Hills, the Farmers Market, Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, and all the usual tourist attractions. Finally, on a Thursday, as they finished some shopping and touring, John told her that he wanted her to meet the director of his next production, and gave her the address of the production offices he wanted her to be at the next day at 10:00 in the morning.
Kim soaked her glistening body in the tub, and idly fingered her curly pubic hair. She was anxious to get to the working party Andy was having, yet was also somewhat apprehensive. She was unsure of how she would be received by the established actors and actresses that she expected to meet there. She raised one smooth leg and ran her hands down it, from her calf to her upper thighs, smoothing the water droplets off into the suds around her. She picked up a razor from the edge of the tub and dipped it into the water. Slowly, she shaved the pubic hair from around her vaginal lips, leaving them completely bare. She trimmed back the bush until just a small pad of hair remained above her vulval opening.
Kim soaked her glistening body in the tub, and idly fingered her curly pubic hair. She was anxious to get to the working party Andy was having, yet was also somewhat apprehensive. She was unsure of how she would be received by the established actors and actresses that she expected to meet there. She raised one smooth leg and ran her hands down it, from her calf to her upper thighs, smoothing the water droplets off into the suds around her. She picked up a razor from the edge of the tub and dipped it into the water. Slowly, she shaved the pubic hair from around her vaginal lips, leaving them completely bare. She trimmed back the bush until just a small pad of hair remained above her vulval opening.
Sleeping with Rick the night of my graduation from law school was another significant step forward for Kim. Although it had taken a substantial amount of encouragement on my part, acting on her own desires she had willingly given her body to Rick at her own request, as opposed to NYC where Rick had initiated events in the shower. Her comfort factor with fucking Rick, both with me and alone, had increased dramatically. In fact, her only regret was that Rick felt bad about cheating on Susan. This had never been an issue before, as Rick had never been seriously involved with anyone during one of our threesomes.
My daughter was ten years old when I first noticed that her best friend, Sara, was becoming a very sexy little girl. Both ten year olds were playing in our pool, jumping in and climbing out, their two piece bikini swim suits pulling up exposing their cute little asses. Sara's dad and I were sitting in lounge chairs on the deck watching our daughters play and I was wondering if he was thinking about my daughter's cute body the way I was thinking about his daughter. It seemed OK to think of Sara as sexy - wishing she wouldn't run her finger along her bikini bottoms and cover herself the way girls do when it has pulled up exposing their bottoms.
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.
I know there is a big stink about kiddy porn in American now, but I think it's a lot of crazy bullshit. Real men don't want to take advantage of children, and there are plenty of girls who are old enough and good enough to make any potential kid-freak happy. Take my situation. While in college, I was drafted and spent four years in the Army. After I had been discharged, I bummed around, and it was only about a year ago that I "settled down." I got a job with an insurance firm and rented a house out in the suburbs, even though I didn't fit in with the suburban crowd. But I like having some space around so I don't have to put up with bullshit from my neighbors about how loud I play my stereo or any of that other garbage.
Sonia, my brother Bobby's wife, answered the door wearing nothing except a brief silk slip. The hem was less than an inch beneath her flame-red pubic hair, which I could see as she walked down the hall. I wondered if she knew that she was flashing a lot more than the underside of her firm buttocks at me as she led me to the living room. "I'm so glad you came," she told me. "I just don't know what to do with Bobby any more. He's really out of control!" She sat down next to me on the sofa, her bare knee pressing against my leg. I squirmed in my moist satin panties and tried not to stare at the way her well-rounded titties were tumbling out of the front of her slip.
I had known Kristen and her family for a long time. I had watched her grow from a sweet little girl to a gonky pre-teen and then to a truly lovely sixteen year old. When she was young Kris had had a big crush on me. I used to love it when her parents would bring her over. She would always give me big hugs and nice wet little girl kisses. There came a time one summer when I got to "know" little Kris a lot better. It happened one warm June evening when she had spent the night with my then thirteen year old sister in law, Lauren. But that is another story.
I lived in town at the time near The University. I had a nice apartment that I had made some additions to. The main addition was a secret room that shared a common wall with the main living area. The most prominent feature on this wall from the living room side was a large ornamental mirror with a big gold leaf frame. Would it be too obvious to say that this mirror was a actually a one way glass? Well it was... Really! Anyway, behind the glass in the small room was some very sophisticated video and audio equipment including two cameras mounted on tripods.
Claire Dancer was on her way home. It had been a long night...Waiting tables for a living was not the best way in the world to make money, but it was no-think work. Claire was working her way through college, going for her Masters in Psychology. She was a shade over six feet tall, most of it in her legs, which were admittedly her best asset. Long blonde hair fell to her shoulders, bouncing gently when she walked. Her breasts rode high and firm, forming an altogether pleasing picture of womanhood at its' best. As she walked, a black van pulled alongside her. Calling it a van was like calling a Ferrari a car. This vehicle had been customized to the extent that it resembled a rolling bed-room.
Ellie spotted the girl and her mother the moment they showed up at the beach. The girl looked to be about 11 and was absolutely beautiful. She had long blond hair, golden skin, a pert, upturned nose over bow shaped lips. Her tiny bikini top cupping just the hint of breasts and the equally small bottom snugly fitting her little tight ass. The mom was probably in her early thirties with a great set of tits but her hips had never recovered from childbirth. They were wide and her thighs were flabby with varicose veins.
My name is Lisa. I am fifteen years old, but my story has to do with my older sister, Kristene, who is seventeen. It seemed that every time our parents left us home together at night, Kristene would disappear into the bathroom and stay there a long time. It seemed like this would happen almost every time and she wouldn't stay in there like she was taking a bath or something like that because she would stay in there for up to three hours. Now, we did have two bathrooms in the house so it was no trouble if I had to use one, but it got so the minute they left, she would disappear into that one bathroom. And every time she came out, she would refuse to talk to me at all, not that she was much of a talker at all, but it really was funny about how she could spend so much time in there alone.
Kristi was whimpering when she got home from school and her mother tried to comfort her. "What's the matter, Baby? What happened?" Kristi wiped her eyes and sat down next to her mother. "Well, after school, a few of my friends and I went to the mall to fool around and Patsy had to go to the ladies' room and I went with her and she used the toilet and I was licking her bottom clean when..." "WHAT? YOU DID WHAT?" "I licked her bottom clean, Mommy, but I didn't know that Suzanne had come in too and she saw me do it and...."
John eased back in his recliner, adjusted his robe some and let himself relax. For some reason he felt a little older than his 33 years. Maybe it was his wife's leaving him several years ago and, basically, disappearing from his life and that of Alexis, his now 12-year-old daughter. Maybe that had caught up with him this week for some reason. Then again, it had been an active evening. Alexis' best friend, Kristy, was spending the night and John had spent much of the evening cooking hotdogs and hamburgers, and playing games with the girls.
Kristi had chosen for her fantasy a secret dream that she had never before told Phillip. She had a craving, a secret desire to be fucked in front of a room full of strangers. Up to now, the only time she was anywhere close to fulfilling this secret need was when she and Phillip or she and a lover would perform the sex act during an orgy. But this was going to be different. This was a case of having every eye in the room on her, on her pussy, on her mouth, as a dick was sliding in and out, getting bigger and hotter until it finally explodes its creamy load right into her in front of an entire group of depraved, horny strangers. Her pussy was finally going to be the center of attraction. It was going to be her alone that would become the sexual centre of lust for a roomful of strangers.
Kristi was waiting for me when I got home. I could tell by the way she was dressed, and the look in her eye that this would not be a quiet night at the okay corral. She had that wild look she gets when she's spent the better part of the day in intimate association with her vibrator. She was wearing a red silk dress, with black buttons all the way from the neckline to the hem. There are fifteen buttons on that damn dress, and the five from the top and the five from the bottom were already undone. Her hair was fixed up and off her neck, kind of swept high on her head. She wore her highest heels, (about 4 1/2") also red, and black stockings. I couldn't be sure if they were panty hose or stockings, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I did possess that intimate bit of knowledge.
My husband, Phillip, and I have a very active and wideranging interest in sexual affairs. Ours is a marriagebonded on mutual love, respect and lust! I am a shamelessexhibitionist. Phillip is an avid voyeur. Together we havehad hundreds of exciting and in many cases, breathtakingexperiences. Last week, however, I think we crossed over thelast barrier to total freedom of exercise in regards tosexual activities. I will admit that when the subject of opening ourmarriage to new experiences first arose, I was not a greatfan of the idea. I've had my share of lovers, both long termand one nighters, and when I married my husband, I wasprepared to live and love exclusively within the bounds ofholy matrimony. This was a difficult decision for me.
Phillip did as I'd instructed him. He didn't hesitate when I told him to clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session. I stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else under it, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with expertise I didn't know he possessed. Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and was soon at it's full length and width. I started to interrupt my husband, and take his place sucking the young hitchhiker, when suddenly another desire overtook me.
The type of girl that always had to be in control. This would best describe Kyla, a young, beautiful girl the age of seventeen. Her family and friends were kept on their toe's with each conniving, devious scheme that Klya would muster up. She wanted it all and would do anything to get it. "Where the hell is my briefcase?" Robert, Kyla's father yelled as he came storming down the stairs late for work. Through the kitchen he ran, adjusting his tie, as he searched for his work notes. "It's in here Daddy! In the living-room." A voice said.
Atop the fifth table was a stunningly lovely Thai girl, probably just barely of legal age, although with this crowd it was difficult for Christine to tell what was legal and what (or who) wasn't. She was in the final stages of an exotic dance, removing a sequine-studded G-string to reveal a pussy adorned with a V-shaped strip of painstakingly shaved pubic hair. Chris was amazed at the size and fleshiness of the girl's labia, the inner lips of which were large enough to dangle down from her crotch and sway slightly as she moved. Small, brightly colored baubles hung from them by tiny clamps; the labia themselves were not pierced. Intrigued, Chris moved closer.
Christine stirred and began the process of returning to the world of the living. Though she was only now beginning to awaken, details began filtering in despite her closed eyelids. Judging from her seated position, she was still in the back seat of Edward's cab. She moved her head and felt matted hair sticking to her neck. She was still filthy, covered with the residue from the party-turned-disaster away from which Edward had abruptly spirited her. She must have dozed off as the cab sped away back toward Negril.
Christine dropped her carry-on onto the pile of luggage that had gathered just inside the entrance to her apartment, and sighed heavily. The floral print dress she was wearing, a few souvenirs, some undeveloped photos in the camera, and some very unusual memories were now all that remained of her sojourn to Jamaica. She was very glad to be home. Chris had decided to stay only two more days in Negril -- the amount of time it took to rearrange her travel schedule -- following her less-than-optimal experiences with Jonah Ballwin's party, the cab ride back to Negril, and getting lost in the jungle.
A quilt with squares consisting of every conceivable shade of green and criss-crossing geometrical shapes passed in slow review across Chris's vision. The quilt was a wrinkled one, shadows of the wrinkles cast by a low late afternoon sun introducing even more shades of green into the palette. Yes, thought Chris peacefully, from this altitude the countryside does look like a wrinkled quilt. The merest wisp of cloud passed near enough to touch but insubstantial enough not to register on her fingertips. The air was warm even though Chris knew she had to be several thousand feet up. She accepted this inconsistency as easily as the fact that she was airborne without benefit of any plane, glider, or other manmade device, with the calm belief in the impossible that comes from being in a dream.
*The Fifth Thing Chris Did*: Realizing that her milk supply would soon be gone, Chris indulged a certain scientific curiosity she'd had about her abilities ever since she stopped helping Dr. Ellis with her research. One Saturday she retreated into her second bedroom, which was still set up as her "milking room", made sure the refrigerator was stocked with provisions, hooked herself up to her pump, and remained hooked up for the entire day. The pump threatened to overheat, but kept up a steady rhythm, stopping only when Chris had to use the john, which wasn't often considering that her excess fluids were being drawn off in other ways. She tried to keep tabs on her orgasms, but lost count after twenty.
Christine smiled tentatively at the woman standing in front of her, and the woman smiled back in kind. She allowed her gaze to move slowly along her body, taking note of small details she didn't ordinarily scrutinize. Let's start at the top, she thought. I like what she's done with the hair, a very short style reminiscent of Major Kira's on "Deep Space Nine", but a touch longer. Thank God, no gray yet, but she's only 31, for crying out loud. Eyebrows maybe a bit too thick, nose perhaps a bit too long, eyes...now stop that, she caught herself. I thought you stopped doing that years ago.
Christine smiled tentatively at the woman standing in front of her, and the woman smiled back in kind. She allowed her gaze to move slowly along her body, taking note of small details he didn't ordinarily scrutinize. Let's start at the top, she thought. I like what she's done with the hair, a "do" reminiscent of Barbra Streisand's, but shorter. Same color, though. Thank God, no gray yet, but she's only 24, for crying out loud. Eyebrows maybe a bit too thick, nose perhaps a bit too long, eyes...now stop that, she caught herself. Always looking at the dark side. Now start again, and be *nice*.
They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door, leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down as they stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and not quite remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and then fished out a key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the lock, finally swearing good-naturedly: "If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!" "Oh, Jack, don't say such things," the young woman giggled, looking around nervously. "The neighbors might hear."
Larry's eyes were glued to the rear view mirror. In the back of the school bus, sitting in the center seat against the back wall, the little girl was once again displaying her panties. This time she had placed one foot on the seat stretching her white panties tight into her crevice and fully exposing her crouch. Unfortunately, Larry's vantage point, as the driver, was to far away to fully enjoy the details but the view was still delectable.
Hello, my name is Paul. I'm a 37-year-old Electrical-Design-Consultant from Minnesota. I guess that it might help you if you know a bit more about me before we go on, so . . . I was born and raised in a little town called Jemeston. It's about twenty minutes south of St. Paul. It's a little rural community of less than 50,000 people. I enjoyed a happy childhood that included all of the latest gadgets and toys that my father's job allowed us to have. He was a research scientist for a company called Bell Labs. In other words, we had all sorts of funny looking little boxes and wires throughout the house when I was growing up.
"Well, young lady, it's about time you got home. You're two hours beyond curfew. Where have you been?" "Uh, just out?" "Parking with your boyfriend again I expect. Well, how far did you let him go this time?" "Daddy, we were just talking - that's all" "Sure. That's why your blouse is buttoned up wrong and you skirt is all wrinkled, right?"
I got home from work almost a hour early so that I could lay out the clothes that I planed on forcing my cunt of a wife to wear for me tonight. Cynthia doesn't like dressing up one bit, she never has, but she does exactly what I tell her, or I slap the little slut silly. She would be getting home from the airport at about 6:00 p.m. and I wanted everything ready when she walked through the door.
It was late, it was always late when he found himself at the all night laundromat. Laundry was such a tedious task. But he found it cooler and the clientele more interesting at that time of night. Like the girl the next isle over. He had noticed her glancing over at thim from time to time as she was loading clothes into the washer. Each glance getting a little bolder it seemed. As he finished taking his clothes from the washer, he heard a quiet moan. Looking around the room he noticed that he and the girl were the only ones left in teh place.
My wife and I have known one another now for about eight years and our life together is getting more exciting all the time, especially in the sex department. Both of us have interesting well paying professional careers that provide us all the money we need to pursue the good things of life, including our sexual appetites. Laura and I met when she was going to an all girl's exclusive college. She had led a reserved and sheltered life until we met and I introduced her to wild sex and other fun. Since then she has made up for it and has started to surpass her teacher. One of the reasons she had not been more of a swinger is that she was a "plain Jane".
I am so happy to find out that I'm not the only man in the world who loves to share his wife. I don't mean swapping, I mean getting off by seeing her fuck other guys and having her tell me about her sexual exploits with other men. Until I started reading men's magazines I thought mine was a very unusual sex fetish. I don't know why I thought it was so unusual when whole societies like the Eskimo's have always enjoyed sharing their wife's with friends and neighbors. But I do it out of lust not out of friendship or love. Laura and I were married fourteen years ago and ours was a marriage that works like a `hand in a glove' because Laura's an exhibitionist and I'm a voyeur.
My sexy Laura had already seduced a couple of salesman and our pastor (See Laura1, Laura2 and Laura5) as well as many men that she had picked up at bars. But she had now passed beyond her thirtieth birthday and like a lot of women she was going through her crazy thirties! She had confessed to me that while she still enjoyed the sexual thrill of seducing men and bringing them home for me to watch her fuck them, she felt something was missing.
I graduated from dental a few years ago. I went to work in a small solo office where it was just me and a couple of assistants. It was a small-time operation in a major southern city. I was 27 at the time. I was six feet tall, brown sort-of long hair, a beard and a fairly athletic body but not bulked up. I had been very sexually active all through college. The high-school and college girls seemed to be pretty impressed with my 10-inch long and 6-inch circumference dick. Once a young lady discovered my cock, she would usually have it out of my pants before I could get close to her tits or pussy. Unfortunately, after graduation and moving to a new city, all of that changed. I went for about a year without any pussy. I was one horny dude. I usually had a hard-on about half the time and spent a good deal of my spare time jacking-off.
Friday. I'm going to tell my tape recorder all about what happened to me now that I am a big girl. Today I got my first bra! My new mummy - my stepmother - took me downtown to have it fitted. I wondered if I really needed a bra, since I am only eleven. When I looked in the mirror I could see my nipples were all puffy, and when I stood sideways and looked at myself there seemed to be little fatty mounds poking out a little from my flat chest. But Sharon, the girl my Daddy had married after my mother ran off with the Bible salesman, thought I needed one.
I was hurrying home, not even slowing to look in the store windows like I usually did. I was in a panic to get home before my father arrived from his annual business trip. He'd been gone for a month and I just couldn't stand the thought of him getting home before I got there. I turned the corner and who'd I bump into but my sister, Darla. She was just coming out of the store where she worked and seemed in as big a hurry as I was. "Darla!" I exclaimed. "You're not working today?"She said she'd gotten off early so she could get home before Daddy did. Me too, I told her, that's why I took off early.
"Penny! You bring that back!" Will Robinson glared at his sister, who was on the ladder leading up to the top of the solar silo, teasing him once again. His strawberry hair was tousled, as always, and the rosy glow rising in his cheeks matched the shade quite nicely. Penny climbed a few more rungs. "You'll never get your dumb old book back! I'll tell!" Penny clutched the magazine even tighter and kept climbing. She had gone into her brothers room scant minutes before and had spied the corner of a magazine peeking out from under his mattress.
I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes attorneys seem like assholes to the little guys of this world, but the fact is that the first thing an attorney learns is to take care of "number one"--because no one else will. Nice guys only win in the movies. In real life, it's selfish pricks like me that get the cream, the money and the best sex that's out there just for the asking--as long as you don't let your conscience stand in your way.
Tess pulled her mouth off her brother's pulsing cock. "Mmmm, God," she grinned. "Is that good!" "Just hurry up," Jeff panted. He clutched the back of her head and pressed it closer to his glistening prick. He swiveled his hips upward, trying to force his cock back into her mouth. Tess swung her head to fling blonde hair out of her face. "Just hold your horses!" she gasped. "I'm doing the best I can!" She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the bulbous prickhead.
It was the summer between sixth and seventh grade when I "discovered" sex. I was ten years old and would soon be eleven. Looking at a picture of myself from then I can see a small blond boy who was very skinny and had a funny far away look. I remember that playing baseball and riding bike to the swimming pool on the other side of town was what I liked most that summer. That was until I had to stay with my Uncle Joe and his family for a week in July because my parents were going on a trip to California for my father's business and he couldn't take me with them.
Her hips buck wildly against my face as I continue to suck on her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. She grabs my hair and pulls my face tighter against her as she thrashes about and begins screaming "Oh god, shit, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, pleeeeease don't stop." I suck in her clit a little more and lightly brush my teeth against it just as she explodes, her juices running down my hand from her orgasm while she bucks harder against me. I quit sucking on her clit and start massaging it with my thumb as I continue to thrust my fingers in her sopping wet pussy and unlock her legs from around my neck.
When Lee awoke, she was alone. The restraints had been removed, and she was free to move. Her knees were weak as she made her way to the bathroom, cursing at the uncomfortable ritual that women had to go through to relieve themselves. She found her dress where it had been tossed sometime during the night, and slowly put it on. She was hungry, and thirsty, but those could wait. She was angry, and her anger wouldn't wait. She had a score to settle, once she was back in charge of things, and that was going to be real soon. She slipped outside, and saw that it was growing dark again. She had slept through the day.
The man watched the little girl as she played in her back yard. She was so cute, he knew he just had to have her. He already knew her name was Lena, and that she was only 5 years old. How he wanted her!!! He wanted to taste the sweet innocence of her pussy, the warmth of her mouth. Lenas hair was long and black as coal, her eyes as gray as a foggy day. She was all he wanted, all he thought about. He had to have her, just had too !!
I am not sure why I have been so lucky in life. Usually one's view of life is reflective of his upbringing. My mother was an unwed Mother with four children already crowding the small three room apartment in the infamous housing project Cabrine Greens in Chicago. However as I grew up my one major asset that seemed to attract a great deal of attention was my twelve inch solid Black cock. As the years rolled along my manhood opened many doors.
I'm involved in the most passionate affair of my life. It takes place every day at lunch. You see, my lover and I work together at the same company and each day, we go over to her apartment for lunch. Instead of eating lunch though, we make love. I can't think of anything I like more than her tasty pussy or her luscious tits.
Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little suprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 16, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wraped in a tight pony tail.
Ginger's mother turned the car off the main road onto a narrow, rutted dirt road that led through the woods toward the river. Ginger squirmed excitedly in the seat. "Oh, Mother", she said, "I just get so excited when we go off in the woods like this to get naked and have sex! It's fun at home, too, of course, but being outside seems to make it more exciting! Can I start taking my clothes off now?"
Sherry had spent much of the night reliving the event she had witnessed. The sight of her brother fucking their mom, then to see her suck his cock till it went limp, was more thrilling than anything Sherry could ever have dreamed of. She again visualized the cum spurting from the tip of John's cock and splashing across her mothers face, her eye had been hit, making her close it as she began sucking on his cock. As Sherry's mind played the night over and over again, her finger massaged her little clit, bringing her some of the thrills she imagined her mother had been having. Sherry had watched her mother and brother, now she was being watched by her sister.
Saturday morning Dave was up early, he and his friend Russ Edwards had made plans to spend the day here, swimming and just laying around, in other words, goofing off. Coming to the kitchen in search of breakfast, he found it in the form of eggs, bacon and pussy. Lana was making her breakfast and added a little more for him. He was surprised to find Lana cooking, wearing only a small apron, he asked what had prompted her to do that. She said she often cooked in the nude but had always taken care not to be seen by him or his big brother, Jack. Since the poolside episode, she had now decided it was time to quit worrying about being seen naked.
I've got a real horny cunt. I'm the kind of bitch that noman can keep satisfied. My neighbor Marcie is the same way. We both usedto walk around horny, complaining all the time about how we each neededmore sex than our men were able to provide us with. One afternoon we weresitting in my apartment drinking wine when Marcie came up with an answer to thehornies that we both suffered from. We would get each other off! Whileour husbands were at work the two of us would spend the afternoons eating eachother's snatch.
Tuesday started off very much as per usual for Marcie. She woke up, stretched and rolled over on her back. She considered rolling over again and sleeping late then she remembered; School was over for the summer! "MMmmmmm" she murmured. A wide smile spread across her face. That meant that she could sit around the pool all day. No wait, Mom had said something last night about going shopping. Well, that was ok too. Marcie got out of bed and looked at herself appraisingly in the full length mirror. 'She was in pretty good shape for a 16 year old.', she thought. Her legs were long and sleek and her tan line was just beginning.
You are grabbed by three girls. You struggle but these girls overpower you and wrestle you to the floor. Two of the girls hold your arms and legs while the third girl starts to unbutton your blouse. You threaten to scream if they don't stop. The girl stops stripping you and starts to stuff a hot moist cloth into your mouth. After she has you gagged, she explains that they have come prepared for a screamer. She tells you that this morning all three girls stuffed their panties into their cunts and they have masturbated at least half a dozen times each.
The first time? Well, let me see, you cant really say that was my "first time," although it was my first sexual experience. I was 13 at the time, and in Jr high. It was in the 8th grade that I started having those "feelings," I began noticing boys who weren't there before. All the other girls did too. But there was this one girl, her name was Linda, she was a 9th grader, and she seemed different. She hanged around with girls and guys alike. Linda always had a group with her, whether it was during lunch, or after school, that followed here wherever she went, and she always acted like a bully around everyone.
I live on a farm about twelve miles from Lubbock, so I guess you could call me a country boy. Other than the bus ride to and from school and the limitation on extracurricular activities, living so far out isn't bad at all. Our "farm house" is as modern as any you'll find in town, and we have all the conveniences everyone else has. The main restriction of country living has been on my social life. It's a rare occasion for a friend from school to come to see me, and with no neighbor kids anywhere close, Lennie, my year- younger sister, and I sometimes get a little lonely. Because we've had to depend on each other for friendship, Lennie and I get along a lot better than most brothers and sisters. I consider her a good friend, and she views me the same way.
I remember when our eyes first met. Hers were doe-like, innocent, submissive-- looking for a master. I don't know what mine looked like, but I imagine they gleamed, as I smiled at my discovery. Using the typical banter I found out her name was Sheri, and that she was a Elementary Education major, pledging to some sorority or other. She still referred to her father as "Daddy" and thought he was the greatest man in the world. I almost couldn't contain my laughter. Oh, I knew then that this was going to be one to remember.
Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday this coming November. Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes.
I just turned 36 and next weekend I'll be getting married to my "childhood" sweetheart, Crystal, who just turned 18. Confused? Well, to tell the truth, so have I been. Confused for a long time. It's only been the last year that I have come to realize that everything will turn normal again, that the last six years have only been building to what will be a lifetime relationship. I'm not terribly proud of the fact that the relationship with my wife to be began six years ago when she was my next door neighbor and the tender age of twelve. It's not something that I willingly entered into though, thinking back, I'm not sure that I made any real effort to deny it.
Living on a farm you get to see a lot of strange and interesting things. We also were not burdened by the restrictions city folks had. Like wearing a lot of clothes. I am a 27 year old female and this is my story. My story starts when I was about 10. I still didn't wear a lot of clothes and was frequently down at the creek or the dam skinny dipping in the summer. I had 2 brothers Will and John (12 and 14) when they had done their chores they would come skinny dipping with me too.
I am a lifeguard at a small seaside resort where my days are filled with the sight of near naked nubile young bodies cavorting in the surf and sand. From my post high atop the lifeguard tower, the beach appears to be an endless sea of bare flesh interrupted now and then by colorful splashes of cloth loosely called swimsuits. Most of these suits never feel the touch of water on them as their owners merely lie in the suns rays and deepen an already dark tan.
Pam and her boyfriend, David, worked for several days cleaning out the downstairs bedroom of Pam's older brother. Steve, Pam's brother, had gone off to college, and Pam was eager to get his room, since it was downstairs, larger than her room, and easier to sneak back into the house if she was out too late with David. David did most of the heavy lifting and moving, while Pam laid out the room's decor. They laughed, teased and flirted a lot, arguing play- fully over the number of times things were moved.
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.
Katie and her mother had spent the afternoon shopping. It was Katie's first trip home from college since her mother's divorce. Tess Markowitz was 36 years old, she'd gotten pregnant at 16, as a result she look more than Katie's older sister than her mother. Both had short blonde hair, light skin and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5' 6" , just a fraction shorter than her mother's 5' 7", The most obvious difference between the two was breast size. While Katie was a respectable 34c, Tess filled out a 40d, someting Katie was always jealous of.
"You remember me, don't you, Little Cindy? Hmmmm? Yes, you remember me. We had a little understanding, didn't we? A little meeting of the minds, so to speak." He leaned down so his nose was nearly touching hers. He stunk and she started to pull back. Mr. Rupert squeezed her arm tighter and shook her hard, rattling her teeth. "But you can't get away, my dear. You can never 'get away' from me. Too bad, so sad. Life's a bitch, and then you die. Can't fight fate, or you'll be late. We're goin' down together my little sweet plum, a-l-l-l-l-l-l the way down, way, way down, plop plop fizz fizz, gonna grind those gears, sweetums....."
Eddie Granger stood on the muddy shoulder of the highway, a miserable expression on his face as the rain fell steadily, pounding the fields and open country on both sides of the road. He was soaked through and through, yet he wore a curiously pleased expression on his face despite the rain and the bone-chilling wind. His wide, expressive dark eyes flashed with his excitement, and his smooth adolescent cheeks were tinted with color from the wind as well as from eagerness.
Looking back on it, I still can't believe that it happened. I can't believe, either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what happened between Lisa and I.... Oh well, anyway, it *did* happen, and I'm glad. All I can say is, I'll never forget the events of those two weeks in September. This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September. Lisa's parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home, and stay with her for a few hours. They were going out to dinner with some friends of theirs. Lisa was almost old enough now that she didn't need a baby-sitter, but I think her folks were just more comfortable knowing that someone that they could trust would be with her.
My younger sister Lois has a great body (38-24-37) in contrast to my puny 34-25-36 measurements. I used to tell her that she should have gone in for modeling. There have been many times when we've seen each other naked. Once, I was in the shower while she was putting on her make-up at the bathroom sink. She was naked and I, forgetting she was there, came out of the shower to get a towel. That was the first time it happened and when I commented to her about trying to be a model, she countered with a friendly compliment about my "petite" figure, and how she wished her tits were small like mine. I knew it was a lie, but I loved her for saying it. Right now, though, with all that's happened, I'm not sure I know how I feel about her anymore. But maybe I shouldn't blame her at all. Maybe it's all Billy's fault.
I used to play with my 8-year-old stepdaughter in the mornings after my wife went to work. I didnąt have to leave for work myself until later in the morning, so we played around on Suzieąs bed, wrestling, rolling around and pretending to push each other off the bed. Suzie was usually in her underpants, and I in my jockey shorts. There was nothing sexual about it for a long time. It was good clean fun and lots of laughing.
Little Tina was a happy little 9 year old that loved to go out and play in her back yard. She always went out in a red skirt and a red little tank top. She was not very bright and she believed anything she was told. She lived with an aunt that didn't pay any attention to her. Her next door neighbor was a college student named Jim, who was the quarterback for the university.
Linda Peterson was a prominent member of her church; a well respected member of the community; and of the business leaders in her small town. She was the head teller of the most prestigious bank and married to the most handsome man in town. When she walked down the street every man, (and quite a few women) turned to watch the ravishing woman walk by. She was always dressed in the latest fashions; most of which were far shorter and tighter than normally acceptable in the small conservative community.
My name is Linda. I'm a petite 35 year old blonde. I stand 5'3" and weigh 107 lb. (this morning). My measurements are 34C (helped by silicon), 22, 34. If you looked in the Junior Miss section of the 1983 catalogs of a very well know department store, you saw me modeling panties, bras and two nice satin night gowns. I always thought I looked like the girl next door with a wicked gleam in her eye. So did the modeling agency. I guess that's what landed me that job. My hair was then, and is now, baby fine and so blonde it is almost white. It is and was shoulder length. My eyes are a vivid light green and that wicked gleam comes from my nasty secret. I love having sex with dogs!
Turning to look at Debbie she exclaimed "Oh mother, you may not realize it, but you are sitting just like I was. With your short dress, your are showing Billy even more than I was. Your panties are pulled into your pussy and the naked lips are hanging out all covered with your gravy. Those dark nylons makes it look even sexier. I bet Billy's problem is your fault as much or even more than mine. If I need to be punished, maybe you should be too." Debbie looked down at herself, and lifting the short shirt, stared at her own crotch, pretending she hadn't realized how she was sitting. "Billy, did seeing my panties and crotch excite you too?" she asked softly. "Were you thinking about doing nasty things to my pussy too?"
Lisa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed, wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she was. The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than she would have liked.
One Friday evening shortly after Lisa's seventeenth birthday her mother and dad were sitting in the living room after she went to her room to watch TV. When Lisa left the room her dad, Chuck put one of his adult movies in the VCR and began to watch it with Debbie, his wife. He began to get horny watching the sexual action on the screen, and started to play around with his wife, Debbie. Although she usually got very turned on by his caresses, tonight she wasn't feeling very well. She asked him to stop, and when he continued trying to feel her up, she got up and went to the kitchen to take some aspirin. She told him she didn't feel well and that she was going to bed.
Turning to look at Debbie she exclaimed "Oh mother, you may not realize it, but you are sitting just like I was. With your short dress, your are showing Billy even more than I was. Your panties are pulled into your pussy and the naked lips are hanging out all covered with your gravy. Those dark nylons makes it look even sexier. I bet Billy's problem is your fault as much or even more than mine. If I need to be punished, maybe you should be too." Debbie looked down at herself, and lifting the short shirt, stared at her own crotch, pretending she hadn't realized how she was sitting. "Billy, did seeing my panties and crotch excite you too?" she asked softly. "Were you thinking about doing nasty things to my pussy too?"
Three heads spun around when a deep voice behind them said "I'll take care of your punishment, little girl, and I'll punish you real good. Turning quickly, they all saw Lisa's father, naked from the waist down, striding across the room toward them with his hard cock in his hand. Billy's cock almost wilted in Debbie's pussy when he saw him, but as he watched he saw him grab Lisa by the hips and lift her against him, resting her pussy astride his cock.
"What I'm trying to explain to you, is the I don't know if I'd get horny or not. The only other time that I've seen another man's cock since we got married, was when you brought that movie projector home with the eight millimeter films that we watched. I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn't wait to get into bed, neither of us sleeping until daylight. We were so fucked out we just laid around most of Sunday!"
She was naked, sprawled on the bedroom floor. She couldn't see me though, because, sitting right over her face, with her back to me, was one of her best friends, Lisa, bare naked. I watched for a moment as Lisa, her red hair swaying as she moved back and forth. I listened as both girls moaned. They were not new at this. My eyes drifted down to my sister's cunt. I'd never really gotten a chance to see her full slit, but now, I was watching it as it glistened wet.
Still watching through the narrow opening, Debbie saw Lisa's thighs spread wide apart as Chuck's tongue slid up and down her slit. That talented tongue had explored Debbie's pussy many times, and she knew how it was making Lisa feel. Hearing Lisa gasping and moaning from Chuck's attentions increased Debbie's enjoyment. She gave up all ideas of raising a fuss, and settled down to taking care of the feelings building deep in her own pussy.
Still watching through the narrow opening, Debbie saw Lisa's thighs spread wide apart as Chuck's tongue slid up and down her slit. That talented tongue had explored Debbie's pussy many times, and she knew how it was making Lisa feel. Hearing Lisa gasping and moaning from Chuck's attentions increased Debbie's enjoyment. She gave up all ideas of raising a fuss, and settled down to taking care of the feelings building deep in her own pussy.
The sound of dad's car leaving woke Lisa Saturday morning. She recalled that he had mentioned having to work this Saturday. As she lay thinking about the excitement of the previous night when her dad was fucking her while mother watched and played with herself. Her thoughts began to excite her pussy, and she could feel her gravy begin to flow. Her hand drifted down over her flat tummy and began to idly caress her pussy through her panties. A few minutes of playing with her pussy and thinking of how her mother had gone wild from watching the night before gave Lisa an idea for some more fun.
Rolling Lisa to the side, Debbie flipped over on the bed until her head rested on Lisa's thigh. Her daughter's juicy young pussy excited her very much. Grasping the cheeks of Lisa's ass she pulled her closer until her open mouth pressed against her pussy. Her tongue darted between the slippery lips and tasted Lisa's honey. Excited by the feeling of her mother's tongue in her pussy, Lisa pulled her mother's cunt to her own mouth. Her nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair on Debbie's mound as her tongue licked all over the naked lips and up the slit between them.
Lisa's pussy hadn't stopped tingling from her mother's touches as she started to dress. She stepped into a pair of her panties and was surprised how good it felt when she pulled them up tight against her crotch. Since last night, it seemed that every thing she did made her feel sexy. "My pussy's still not satisfied." Lisa thought as she rubbed her cunt through the silky material of her panties. "It loves all the attention it has been getting, and it wants to be played with all the time."
When Lisa got home, her mother was not back yet. She turned on the television for company and settled into an easy chair to think about the fun she had with Cindy and Billy. It wasn't long before she heard the door and saw her mother walk into the living room. Debbie was just returning from her appointment, so she was still wearing the silky red mini-dress she had put on this morning. "That dress really looks good on you, Mom." Lisa said. "It clings to your curves and shows off your sexy legs very nicely." Debbie smiled at Lisa's compliment, thanked her , and dropped down to sit on the sofa across from Lisa's chair. When her mother relaxed on the sofa, Lisa could see her soft inner thigh above the top of the dark stocking.
Lisa's pussy hadn't stopped tingling from her mother's touches as she started to dress. She stepped into a pair of her panties and was surprised how good it felt when she pulled them up tight against her crotch. Since last night, it seemed that every thing she did made her feel sexy. "My pussy's still not satisfied." Lisa thought as she rubbed her cunt through the silky material of her panties. "It loves all the attention it has been getting, and it wants to be played with all the time."
Looking back on it, I still can't believe that it happened. I can't believe, either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what happened between Lisa and I.... Oh well, anyway, it *did* happen, and I'm glad. All I can say is, I'll never forget the events of those two weeks in September. This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September. Lisa's parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home, and stay with her for a few hours.
Lisa got up from the couch, walked over beside Billy's chair and looked closely at the bulge in his trousers. "Okay young lady," Debbie said "now put your hand on his cock and feel just how horny you have made him, so you will be more careful how you sit from now on." Billy could hardly believe what was happening to him. He watched Lisa reach down and feel of his cock. He felt her fingers squeezing it and stroking it through his pants. She moved closer to him until his hand brushed against the inside of her leg. He was so hot he couldn't resist sliding his fingers up her leg under her skirt until they reached her crotch and rubbed her pussy lips. "Oh Mother," she cried "I'm sorry I made Billy horny like this. His cock is big and hard, and it is jumping in my hand.
When their spasms subsided, and they were lying on the floor hugging each other Cindy remembered and whispered "Billy came home, and he was in the hall rubbing his cock and watching us do each other. I think he has gone to his room to play with his cock." "Do you think he might tell?" Lisa asked. "If I go to his room and catch him beating off, he won't dare to squeal." She said as she rose and headed for the hall.
When Lisa got home, her mother was not back yet. She turned on the television for company and settled into an easy chair to think about the fun she had with Cindy and Billy. It wasn't long before she heard the door and saw her mother walk into the living room. Debbie was just returning from her appointment, so she was still wearing the silky red mini-dress she had put on this morning.
As long as Lisa could remember, she always bathed with both her parents (Lou and Martha) during her childhood, in their oversized sunken bathtub. In their household, nudity was taught as nothing to be ashamed of, and being naked in the privacy of your own home was completely acceptable. So every night when daddy came home from work, Lisa would help get her daddy undressed, and mother would draw a hot bath for the three of them. Lisa had just turned 5 years old when she started asking daddy about his penis. The story begins here!
Lisa stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. she stood in front of the full length mirror and admired her body as she dried herself off. "Not bad," she said as she rubbed her hand over her breasts. She was proud of her body. At 34 years old she could still wear a bikini and not be the least bit ashamed. She noticed the way men would look at her when she was out in public. Her husband liked it when she would wear short shorts and a tight T-shirt that would show off her firm tits and nipples.
Looking back, Brian could not say for sure why he started it, why he whispered his sister's name in the dark. More than anything he was annoyed--annoyed that his parents hadn't finished fixing up the guest room before Grandma and Grandpa came to visit, annoyed that it was him ejected from his room, stuck here on the floor of his sister's room. Annoyed most of all that he was wide awake while her slowing, deepening breathing announced that she was falling asleep. He thought of what he would usually do to help himself sleep and sighed with frustration.
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, con- fiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with other people. I've always been the protec- tive 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.
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 Debbie. She was twelve going on thirteen, but already she was a fully-grown pain in the ass! Somehow Debbie 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 Debbie 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.
With the economy the way it its you probably won't be too shocked to learn that at 21, I am still living at home with my two two younger sisters. Mom and Dad's old place is really too small for five people, but my sisters Melanie, 14, and Tammy, 16, didn't complain too much about sharing their room. I found out why last week.
Once upon a time, in a forest far far away, there lived an elf. He was a lonely little creature. He lived all alone. He was very old, yet he was quite spry for his age. He lived in a cabin that he built himself out of small twigs and stones and other things he could find around the forest. He was a creative little shrimp who lived the life of a hermit in total solitude, never having the company of another soul.
When I woke up in the morning, Shelly had moved off of me and was laying next to me with her head on my shoulder hanging tightly onto my arm. Laura had apparently been up for awhile and from the smell of things, was fixing bacon and eggs for breakfast. I looked down at Shelly's innocent young body, God what a fuck! Of course still being a virgin myself until last night, I didn't have anything except my hand to compare with, but I really couldn't imagine it getting much better! I reached down with my free hand and began fondling her tiny ass, she cuddled in closer. About that time, Laura walked in and looked at my hand gently massaging her daughter's butt.
I lowered my head and closed my eyes. My cock was still semi-erect and I could hear a couple of the girls wispering as they grabbed a hold of it to play. They stroked it gently, trying to keep it somewhat hard. One of the girls wrapped her wet lips around the head of my shaft as at least three hands held onto it's base. She sucked gently as her tongue flicked back and forth across the tiny opening at the end of my prick. God it felt great! This kid, whoever she was, was a natural born cock sucker.
When I woke up in the morning, Shelly had moved off of me and was laying next to me with her head on my shoulder hanging tightly onto my arm. Laura had apparently been up for awhile and from the smell of things, was fixing bacon and eggs for breakfast. I looked down at Shelly's innocent young body, God what a fuck! Of course still being a virgin myself until last night, I didn't have anything except my hand to compare with, but I really couldn't imagine it getting much better! I reached down with my free hand and began fondling her tiny ass, she cuddled in closer. About that time, Laura walked in and looked at my hand gently massaging her daughter's butt.
Jerry and his wife had two little girls. Jan 10, and Terri 9. The girls were very cute, looking much like their mother, with long blonde hair and soft brown eyes. Jerry loved his family, and they were quite happy. His wife got a call one evening, about her parents. Her father was ill, and her mother wanted her to come home for awhile, and help take care of him. Rhonda and Jerry discussed it, and she packed for an extended stay with her parents. She left the next morning. Jerry and the girls watched her drive away.
We met in a bar, danced and drank and talked all evening. She was a nurse at a nearby hospital and she'd had an unusually hard day. She had stopped there to unwind. When she invited me home at the end of the evening I eagerly accepted. The sex was great and we fell asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke, I felt her warm body snuggled against my back. Her arm draped across me. I had my usual morning hard-on and her hand was wrapped around my hard cock. I smiled and said "Good morning." She squeezed my cock and leaned over me, planting a very wet, very sexy kiss on my mouth.
Looking back on it, I still can't believe that it happened. I can't believe, either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what happened between Lisa and I.... Oh well, anyway, it *did* happen, and I'm glad. All I can say is, I'll never forget the events of those two weeks in September. This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September. Lisa's parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home, and stay with her for a few hours.
The summer breeze skimmed the rooftops and crossed the courtyard, the tall French window doors ajar, the breeze found easy access to the room, delicate lace slightly yellowed to soft cream with age lifted and parted as if feather light as the air filled the room with it's countryside freshness. Across the room it spread like a giant hand lightly caressing all within it’s path and on to the thin sheet beneath which Rebecca lay in slumber.
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, con- fiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with other people. I've always been the protec- tive 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.
The following Friday, Cathy had a date and I didn't. It seemed that every girl I asked had some excuse. I suspected that Cathy had a hand in it, but I had no way of proving it. If she did, then she must have had a reason for it--there must have been some method to her madness. Just in case that was the situation, I talked with the boy Cathy was dating and warned him that if he so much as touched Cathy's nipples, much less anything worse, I would wipe up the floor with him. If I had to stay home, I wanted Cathy to come home to me the same way she left--horny.
Sandy was your typical innocent little eleven year old girl. Long brown hair tied in bunches or pigtails, a sweet slim body, 4'6 with just the very beginnings of those curves that would one day make her an attractive woman. Innocent until the day she saw her sisters making love anyway... Donna was a cute brunette 17 year old, pretty and with a sophistication that could have made her a cover-girl model. Instead, she left school and set up a high-fashion clothes boutique in the local fashion mall.
Nikki's Jumbo jet was unloading its passengers at the New Orleans Airport. She was glad to get off the jet and enter New Orleans. She had been traveling for over 16 hours. Nikki was a 13 year old Russian student who had been choosen to enter the Russian-American Student exchange program. This was her first time out of her country. She was excited to see New Orleans and what it had to offer her.
My mother stood at the gravestone of my father standing in his old Marine uniform. I could hardly keep from staring at my own mother's chest as her extremely large breasts heaved from the top of the uniform that was too tight to button up all the way. My mother's pale white breasts all but gleamed in the bright noonday sun. Just then mother bent over and knelt to put flowers on the grave. I got a great look between her massive tits and couldn't help but feel my cock stiffen a little.
My younger sister Lois has a great body (38-24-37) in contrast to my puny 34-25-36 measurements. I used to tell her that she should have gone in for modeling. There have been many times when we've seen each other naked. Once, I was in the shower while she was putting on her make-up at the bathroom sink. She was naked and I, forgetting she was there, came out of the shower to get a towel. That was the first time it happened and when I commented to her about trying to be a model, she countered with a friendly compliment about my "petite" figure, and how she wished her tits were small like mine.
Eleven years old Anne Rutherford had made her decision. Within a week, she would get rid of her cherry! This was the only reasonable thing to do, otherwise she would become insane from horniness and frustration. For months, she had masturbated several hours a day, and she reached at least thirty climaxes each day. She had developed the ability to obtain multiple orgasms during masturbation.
I met her for the first time in a bar, when she walked up to me for the first time i thought that she was going to ask me for her father. But instead she said, "Hey, do you want some action ?". I was totally stunned for a second or three. Here was a girl that didn't look older than 13 years asking me if i wanted to fuck her. At first I was going to accept her offer but then I thought about the penalty for having sexual relationsships with underaged so I turned her offer down. She looked sad and walked away.
In the summer of my 18th year, the summer before I began college, I got a call from my aunt. "Joe, what are your plans for the summer?" she asked me. "Well, not much," I confessed. I hadn't really been looking for a job. "Would you like to do me a huge favor?" "Depends." "I've been put on temporary assignment in Europe, and I have no one to take care of the girls.
My father was a good man, but a poor husband to my mother. Still, the year after he passed on was hard on her, and she took to drinking more and more. I didn't like seeing her drink, and would probably have turned out some kind of delinquent out of doors, but she seemed to want me with her all the time. I guess this was a pretty hard time for both of us. Anyway, she grew very possessive. She didn't have any sense for my privacy, and I was thirteen and had grown old enough to want it. We had no locks on any of the doors in our house; for some reason we never knew, the people who had moved out before us had taken all the keys with them. Pretty often, Mama would walk in on me as I changed or as I used the bathroom. And she wouldn't excuse herself and leave.
After a twenty year career in the Navy, I was determined to try to look up my sister, Irene. I was forty-one and she would be thirty-eight. The last time I'd seen or talked to her I'd been twenty-one and she was eighteen. It took some doing, even hiring a private investigator, but I found out where she was. She had been married many years and I learned her city location and her husband's name. Unsure how she would react, I called her. Irene was beside herself with joy to hear from me. I made plans to be there a week later. I received word through the Red Cross when our father, and then a few years later our mother, had died. I'd been overseas and hadn't even tried to make it home for the funerals. There was just so much catching up to do.
His tongue moved slickly along the crease of her thighs. She shivered. "Oh, yes," she moaned softly, "do that some more." He was only too happy to oblige. His gentle, roving hands encountered the swell of her buttocks, and he began kneading them as he stroked his lips along their cleft, his moustache tickling her gently.
Slowly she slipped into the water, her loose blouse billowing out across the gentle waves like seafoam riding the surf. Her feet felt the warm sand caressing each toe, and the gentle lapping of the tide caused tingles deep within her aching loins. She looked up to see the moon, swollen, and dreamt of what that pale, engorged body would do if given life to meet hers. As she crossed around a dune, the moon was lost to view, but she soon heard . . . footsteps, crunching on the sand, coming toward her. She leaned into the shadows, waiting to see who it was.
She slowly smoothed the black silk dress over her long, freshly shaved legs. Creamy skin covered with sheer hose, set off by a single, daring seam running up the back. Although no one could see, there was a garter belt under the dress, and not the traditional "panty hose." She was feeling daring, oh, so daring, and wanted to have a party. She was going to show her ex. Show him what she could really be like. Her breasts were pushed up by the support of the strapless bra, almost spilling out of the scoop neck of the dress. She was ready. She pulled on her five-inch spiked pumps and headed toward the car, hips swaying gently.
I sleep, and in my sleep, I dream ... I walk the paths of dreams until I find the one I seek, the one that leads to you. I look at you, your beautiful form, with your hair spilling out onto the pillow in a rippling sheet of glory, with sunlight dappling your limbs with light and shadow as it streams through the blinds. The air conditioner makes a quiet hum as I admire your naked form, the sheet pulled down from your body as you lie asleep. You smile as you dream of what you have done, and what I have promised. I watch the rise and fall of your perfect breasts as you breathe, and sigh deeply when you move to display yourself, your legs falling open as you turn.
We stroll along the beach, looking at the stars twinkling above. You run ahead, laughing, splashing in the shallow, gentle waters on the shore. Neither of us notice the storm moving in until the deluge begins, at which point, it's too late. We seek refuge in the only shelter around, beneath an overhang under a cliff. Within moments, it's a solid sheet of water cutting us off from the balance of humanity. We see nothing, but our clothes, soaking, begin to steam in the warmth our bodies have trapped. We shiver, and you smile.
He saw her standing under the lights of a seedy tavern, looking forlorn. He pulled over, not completely understanding the impulses that led him to do so, in order to see her more clearly. She was cute, maybe 19 or 20, with honey-red hair and green eyes. She was wearing a tight black leather sheath dress, and obviously had nothing on underneath. Her five-inch spiked heels were digging into the mud as she stood in the light drizzle. He sighed. He always was one for strays. He rolled down his window and called to her.
He lay back in the hot tub, soaking after a long day at the office. All he wanted was a good long soak, a few drinks, and maybe, just maybe, he'd allow himself a handjob to relax before going to bed. He couldn't get the redhead from the office out of his mind. Her breasts were huge, and her legs, so long, so strong -- he was sure that she could (and probably would) snap someone in half with her legs if she chose to. It wasn't that she didn't seem interested, but he knew better than to get involved. He didn't know too much about her, but ... why take too many chances.
"What do you want? I -- I don't know anything. Go away." "Just tell me where Silk is, Cindy." "I don't know." "Come on, Cindy. Just tell me and I'll go. Okay?" "But I don't know, I swear I don't, nobody knows, she didn't --" "Cindy. I don't want to hurt you." "But I don't know anything, I really don't." "My boss thinks you do." "No. Silk didn't tell us, she didn't want anybody to know." "That's a good story, Cindy, but I can't swallow it. I have to find out. Or I'll be in big trouble. Okay? So just tell me and I won't have to hurt anybody."
The dinner party that night was extraordinarily fraught with tension, for the rumor was that Lord Aldenby had finally become so disgusted with the haughty and aristocratic Lady Aldenby that he had determined to humble her and degrade her before the entire company. Our tension was heightened by the fact that there were no women in attendance. At last our host appeared, along with his young and beautiful wife, looking as haughty and as aristocratic as ever. But I noticed that the lady was unable to look any of us steadily in the face. I also thought she had to stop herself from gulping down her drink.
I was the boy next door. I grew up and married the girl who I dated. Why are you not surpised? It wasn't the normal relationship though, that is the reason that I relate thes words here on this page. I supose you should first know that the boy next door: me was about 14 years older than the girl next door to me. I didn't plan it this way, I sure as hell didn't want to fall for a preteen, who in turn turned into a teen and then an adult. I don't think that she planned it quite this way either. I watched her grow up and I even had a part in her growing up. That I supose is the real story that need to be told. Not the story about our first born child or the story about our hardships in this world. Those stories are just the surface of our lifes. No the real stories are how we met the one we love or how when we were young we dared to do something that no one else did.
Little Lori put her legs around her big teddy bear, and thrust her sweet little hips, grinding her hot, innocent little pussy against her stuffed lover. Suddenly, she moaned very loudly, and pushed her beautiful pelvis up as her very first orgasm throbbed deep inside her eager little vagina. Sweet little Lori was groaning at the intense pleasure she felt in her entire body, so intense that she was urinating in spurts, with every orgasmic contraction inside her pelvis, soaking her snug white cotton panties.
Sam is 24 years old and works as a machinist. Lori is 18 years old and works as a secretary at the plant where Sam works. Sam had asked Lori for a date during her first day on the job. With Lori's looks, Sam had to move fast. Lori hesitated at first. She was fresh out of high school and Sam was older than the guys she usually dated. Sam's charms finally persuaded Lori to go out with him. Sam and Lori developed a serious relationship over the next few months. A healthy sexual relationship developed as well. The mere site of Lori put Sam in the mood. He avoided her at work so that he could concentrate. After work Sam couldn't keep his hands off Lori. She didn't mind at all.
Summer was over, and Lori returned to school. She was having a good time and doing well. She was following her parent's directions to the letter, to not, I repeat, not discuss anything of a sexual nature, with anyone, in the fear that her family's true relationship might be discovered. The uniforms at her new school had Rob, and Bobby spending even more time with her. As a matter of fact, Cindi even got one of the unifo rms for herself, including the bra, and panties. Then the whole family spent more time together, than ever. Lori's school outfit was a white blouse, that was tailored to fit her slender waist, and it showed off her small round breasts, that pointed slightly upward. Her plaid pleated skirt , showed off her mature round hips. The skirt was short enough display her long shapely legs, all the way up to her soft beautiful thighs.
"Mmmphh-mmmphh," Lorna said. "No," I said. "I like you that way." "Mmmm -- Mm --" "I love it," I said. And I did. My cock was standing up, throbbing. "I'll have to gag you all the time." "Nnngghh," Lorna said. "Christ. If you could only move, I'd have you pull my cock out right now. And go down on it, gag and all."
THE VERY FIRST TIME I BABY-SAT FOR A YOUNG COUPLE I'LL CALL AL AND BARBARA, I DISCOVERED A MAGAZINE RACK LOADED WITH FOREIGN-LANGUAGE PORNOGRAPHIC MAGAZINES. WOW! WHAT SEXY PICTURES! COUPLES FUCKING AND SUCKING IN ALL SORTS OF POSITIONS, MEN FUCKING MEN, AND WOMEN GETTING DOWN ON EACH OTHER. THE WHOLE ASSORTMENT MADE ME SO HORNY THAT I TOOK OFF MY CLOTHES AND GOT MYSELF OFF TWO OR THREE TIMES.
I watched her walk across the room, her dark hair brushing her shirt collar and her hazel eyes watching the other women in her path. She had a sort of animal grace and self-confidence about her that had immediately attracted me the first time we met (two weeks ago). Thoughts of her thighs wrapped around my head and my tongue gently teasing her had started to keep me awake at night, and I was rather obsessed with wanting to go to bed with her. Obviously, I wasn't the only one with similar thoughts, judging from the way a few of the other women were staring at her as she walked past.
I got married early, to a guy I thought I was in love with. I became pregnant almost immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl. For the first couple of years my marriage was perfect, but then my Brad, my husband, lost his job. He began to drink heavily, and the bills went unpaid. He began to get angry and sullen, and started snarling and cursing me at the slightest provocation. Then, one day, he hit me. It was only a slap, but sent me flying back against the wall. From then on every time he was around me I walked on eggshells, fearful and worried. Several more times he hit me. At first they were slaps, then he started punching me.
It was an early summer evening. I had been out with some friends for a late dinner when suddenly one of them became ill. So our plans fell through and I returned home earlier than expected. As I entered the front door, I noticed that the TV in the den was on. The den is accessible from the hall via an open door and from the kitchen via a swinging door. A shuttered "window" also looked in on it from the kitchen. It was originally supposed to be a dining room, but with kids formal dining rooms are laughable.
Then Victoria rose from the couch, and while retracing her steps, put on her tap pants, her stockings and garter belt, her skirt and her shoes, and got into her hot white sports car, buttoning her silk blouse. She drove onto I-90 again, occasionally, lovingly touching the gear shift, and went to Crossgates Mall, where, while walking with an easy strut, she thought about the past hour and what a delicious secret she was enjoying. I woke up, and initially felt somehow warmed, like I had been dreaming something very nice, and good. As I turned on my side, my satin night shift rubbed against my nipples and I realized that they were already erect.
I considered stealing David Copperfield's line, "Chapter One I am Born", but frankly I don't care much for Dickens, and besides I have no recollection of the event. It was the one time I was in my mother's cunt that I don't remember. Dad was one of those men who are described as rugged, rather than handsome. A hard worker with a well muscled body, brown from a lifetime of labor under the sun. Rather tall and thin. He had very strict views on almost all matters. A stern man, but not unloving.
"My husband isn't home." "I know." "What do you --" "I want you." "What?" "I want you, Laura. I want to hump you." "Oh god. Don't say that." "it's true. You know it's true. And you want it too." "Please don't. Please don't say it." "Laura, I want your body. And you want mine." "Oh. Oh I do, yes. God help me, I do." "Take your clothes off." "Wait --" "I don't want to wait. I want you now. I want to be inside you." "Oh, Richard --" "I want to be on top of your naked body, Laura." "Yes."
"So you'll show me how to kiss?" "Of course, its a shame your 17 and never kissed a girl." "I've kissed girls, I've just never KISSED them." "I know that silly. Why don't you turn off the lights?" Brenda watched as her twin brother John got up to get the lights. She had been watching a really bad show on the television when her brother came in and asked her if she could show him how to kiss. He had always been shy around other girls, but not her.
Frank Howard looked at his twelve year old granddaughter Julie sitting beside him on the couch. While she watched TV with him she was fiddling with the front of her T shirt over her young pointed tits. She scratched at her nipples and made them stand up, then tweaked them between her forefinger and thumb. "Tits itchy, Julie?" asked Frank with a grin. Julie grinned back at him. "Yeah, kinda," she said, "Mind if I scratch 'em a little?" "You go ahead," laughed Frank, "You know I always like to watch you playing with your tits." "Almost as much as you like playing with them yourself, eh?" said his granddaughter with a grin. "Well, you know if you want any help, you only have to ask," replied the horny grandfather.
Frank Howard looked at his twelve year old granddaughter Julie sitting beside him on the couch. While she watched TV with him she was fiddling with the front of her T shirt over her young pointed tits. She scratched at her nipples and made them stand up, then tweaked them between her forefinger and thumb. "Tits itchy, Julie?" asked Frank with a grin. Julie grinned back at him. "Yeah, kinda," she said, "Mind if I scratch 'em a little?" "You go ahead," laughed Frank, "You know I always like to watch you playing with your tits." "Almost as much as you like playing with them yourself, eh?" said his granddaughter with a grin. "Well, you know if you want any help, you only have to ask," replied the horny grandfather. "You wanna quick feel?" asked the young girl, "or would you like to look at 'em first?"
On a late Saturday afternoon one summer my 12 year old sister and I were alone in the house. I was living with my parents at the time and was in the process of getting divorced by my first wife. I was 23 and my wife and I had been separated for several months. My brother was at Scout camp, my other sister, age 19, was living by herself and our parents were off on a trip to Wisconsin and would not be back until late Sunday night. So Coral and I had the place to ourselves.
This all happened when to me when I was thirteen years old. I was a rather shy kid who had trouble making friends. One of the problems was that David Hemmer, that's me, did so well in school that the other kids were put off. They were a little afraid of my brain, I guess, and I didn't know how to communicate well enough to get them over it. As a result, I became sort of a recluse, I would hurry home from school each day and do things on my PC to keep busy.
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. He had gripped it under the head with one hand and with the other, was skinning the foreskin back so he could clean it. As he was cleaning it, the head swelled to a size larger than I had ever seen before. It was so hot to see his cock in such a state.
I guess I've always been somewhat precocious, both mentally and sexually. I discovered masturbation at the age of about 8. I remember it clearly. Lying in bed waiting to fall asleep at night I found that if I diddled my penis it would become firm and erect, which was very pleasurable. If I kept diddling long enough I would reach a stage where the pleasure was so intense as to become almost painful. Since I was too young to ejaculate, the orgasm would last for as long as I could keep it up. Wish I could do that now!
Okay, look, the way I see it, life's a bitch, but it's all we get. Maybe some of these dorks who keep writing into this newsgroup condemning the rest of us "sinners" believe they'll live together forever listening to angels playing elevator music, but for me, I just don't buy it. Anyway, as Huck Finn said many years ago, if Aunt Polly and her friends are going to be running Heaven, I wouldn't want to go there anyway. So... I believe any "Paradise" I'll be enjoying is right here on Earth, and right now, so I go for all the pleasure I can get while I can still get it.
To start let me give you a brief description of the both of us. If you want a more detailed description you can look at Lynn 1. At the time we were in our late twenties. Lynn was about 5'4" tall. She was curvy and VERY feminine. She had long, straight black hair and olive skin. Her body was almost exactly like Sally Struthers when she was young and doing 'All in the Family.' She had a wonderful, bubbly personality and always seemed to be happy. I, on the other hand, am a large, imposing man. I'm 6'4" tall and back then I was about 220 lbs. Most of that weight was (and still is) muscle.
Recently while I was on a business trip for a few days I had what was a rather unexpected but delightful experience. I was staying in one of the new suite hotels and was traveling alone planning on spending my time at company meetings and watching tv in my room. I went down to the lobby to get a drink as the hotel offered free cocktails between 5:00 and 7:00. As I had little to do and knew not a soul I began to wander around the lobby watching the people as they milled around and socialized. The Lobby was quite crowded and it took me a while to find a place to sit but eventually I sat down at a table somewhat removed from the main activity and quietly sat back with my drink pondering my dinner options. After a short while two women came up to my table and asked if they could join me as there were no other tables available.
Mable had offered to help out her friends Jake and Dean to paint their house. She had picked out a very pretty shade of mauve to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning, and noticed that they had already started as she opened the door. Mable walked into the living room and saw them busy painting. They were both wearing "T"-shirts and shorts. She admired there bodies as they glistened with sweat. Dean spoke up and told her to grab a brush and start. Mable decided that she had better get her mind off of what she had been thinking. She had been with Jake on several occasions, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she was needed to help get their house together and not be thinking about sex.
My dad's always out of town on business and whenever he's gone my Aunt Cheri usually comes over to spend a few days with Mom. Mom's five years older than Cheri, but whenever they get together it seems Mom does whatever Cheri asks of her. I never really thought much of it until I came home early from work one day while my dad was away on one of his usual business trips.
Brandon Hightower was more than a boss, he was a great guy and my best friend. We served in the same army outfit but at different times. We hit it off right away. I advanced rapidly in his company, occupying a management position for which I was totally unqualified. With his help and patience, I slowly learned the ropes. Brandon was a frequent visitor to our home, often staying up late with Judy and I, laughing, drinking, and telling crude jokes. We also attended his parties, though Judy and Brandon's wife, Estelle, did not get along. Estelle is a cold, scary bitch. I never understood what Brandon saw in her or why he put up with her shit.
She came highly recommended, with references and a resume that greatly impressed me. The children loved her, my wife was thankful of the excellent work she did, and I was able to spend more time with my work. The maid also entered my family and began to systematically control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was a warped and demented person that used every device available to her to manipulate me and my loved ones.
After my parents got divorced, I lived with Mom. She had a good job and apparently was well paid because we never seemed to lack for any necessities. She got a recent promotion, though, and now she has to travel quite a bit. Although she seems to really like her job, having to leave me alone bothers her a whole lot. I'll have to hand it to Mom-- she's very conscientious and seems to worry considerably about being a good parent. More than anything else, she worries that I won't get proper care during those times she has to be out of town.
She came highly recommended, with references and a resume that greatly impressed me. The children loved her, my wife was thankful of the excellent work she did, and I was able to spend more time with my work. The maid also entered my family and began to systematically control or terrorize everyone in the household. It was a warped and demented person that used every device available to her to manipulate me and my loved ones.
Hearing those news reports on TV about that Army sex scandal at Aberdeen brings back memories for me, memories of the best sex I ever had -courtesy of the U.S. Army. I mean, how many men in this day and age can truthfully say that they have owned a woman against her will. Not just any woman, but his boss- in my case, a female officer. And not just used her himself, but forced her to display herself in front of and even give herself to a dozen other men, all of whom she hated. You've never heard about this; the Army was pretty good about covering the whole thing up. But it is worth remembering, even if only here.
Your daughter sucks cock like a doll. What is she, sixteen, seventeen tops? It must be natural talent. You like seeing her that way, on her knees? With my prick in her mouth? I like it all right, I'll tell you that. Maybe you'll like it better when I get her spread out on that bed, and strip all her clothes off and start playing around with that fine young body.
I was eleven and mama would let me sleep in her bed on Friday and Saturday nights. We would watch television until we fell asleep. It was a king size bed but it seemed huge. Daddy had died two years ago and I was the only child. Mama had let her self go and was becoming enormously fat. Our sexual encounter happened so innocently. Mama usually wore a wool nightgown and I wore my pajamas. One night I woke up and I remember feeling a warm sensation in my body. My penis had come out of my pajamas and it was touching Mama's hot leg. I remember the good feeling and I moved closer to Mama's hot leg and pushed my penis into the fat of her thigh. My body was feeling the entire sensation of my first orgasm. I didn't eject cum, I suppose because of my young age. I had no pubic hair and my penis was small. It felt so good and I fell asleep.
Tuesday night. Time for my regular 'date' with Linda, the best whore in town. Charges $50 an hour but she's well worth it, believe me! I knock on the door. "Hi, Linda!" "Oh God! I forgot to call you and cancel for this week. I've got one hell of a case of the flu and just haven't been seeing anyone since yesterday." "Hey, I don't care if I get sick!" "No, I can't. Too achy and sick. Come back next week. I'll give you a reduced rate," she says. I badger her and badger her until she lets me in.
The living room was a total mess, Mandy Allwood looked round the room with a look of disgust. She'd just got in from work, after a hard day at the hospital where she worked as a nurse she did't want to come home and find her house like this, there were magazines strewn across the sofa and over the coffee table, videos cases left on the floor by the television and cups and plates scattered in various places around the room.
I was kicking around the house one saturday afternoon, the wife was off visiting her mother in Indianapolis and she had taken our 15 year old son with her. Leaving our 14 year old daughter for me to look after. It wasn't so bad, she had lots of friends and was off some where doing whatever 14 year old girls do on a hot summer saturday afternoon. I had washed the car and chugged back a couple of beers and was feeling pretty horny. I decided that I would retire to my bedroom, pop in an x-rated video and enjoy a slow jack-off session.
Mandy,a vivacious and growing 10yo,loved her father very much.Their's was a special relationship,Mandy always like cuddling with her father John.Every time John was watching TV Mandy would snuggle next to hIM.She like it when it was cold at night,they would wrap up in a blanket and John would put his arm around her and hold her tight.Mandy's mother Marie worked at night so Mandy loved spending time with her father. Mandy was out of school for xmas holiday,it was 6:00p.m. and Marie was getting ready for work .John saw Marie standing in a pair of panties and bra."hi sexy."John said.Marie was bent over as John slipped one hand between Marie's legs cupping her mound.
Jim Andrews stared through the window of the plane as it came in for a landing at LaGuardia. He had never seen anything as impressive as the island of Manhattan; it looked like every square inch of the island was filled with a skyscraper. At 17 years of age, the biggest city he had ever been to had been Des Moines. When his sister, Elizabeth, had written to him and asked him if he wanted to come visit her, he'd jumped at the chance. He felt the same urge as Elizabeth had; to get out of the backwater burg his family lived in back in eastern Nebraska. He admired the way Elizabeth had just tore out one night, leaving a note for their parents that she was going to travel and see what else was out there in the world.
[The first time? No, I don't want to talk about that. Maybe later -- I doubt it, though. But not now -- [The first time I *liked* -- Oh; okay.] I was living in Toledo, on the East Side. There was Dad, Mom, my two sisters and my two younger brothers. It was a big old house, with brown shingle siding and a little yard. I was -- let's see...10, by a couple of months. It was late May. My birthday is in August. I was always sensual -- and I don't mean "sexual." I enjoyed sensual pleasures: the taste of ice cold pop, the smell of fresh-cut rhubarb, the shock of fresh snow rubbed on my face, the heat of the good sun baking into me. I could lay for hours simply rubbing the satin edging on a blanket or close my eyes and nearly faint from the ripe smell of popping corn.
Marcie really enjoyed her babysitting jobs, especially the ones like she had tonight, babysitting for the Wilson girls. Connie was 13 and Patty was 11, so all that Marcie had to do was what she'd be doing at home anyway - watching TV. This was easy money, Marcie thought. Marcie was 17 and she didn't think the Wilson girls really needed a babysitter, but she was certainly willing to do it as long as Mrs. Wilson paid her. She had decided that these girls were a little strange, but she thought that all kids were these days.
[The first time? No, I don't want to talk about that. Maybe later -- I doubt it, though. But not now -- [The first time I liked -- Oh. Okay.] I was living in Toledo, on the East Side. There was Dad, Mom, my two sisters and my two younger brothers. It was a big old house, with brown shingle siding and a little yard. I was -- let's see... ten, by a couple of months. It was late May. My birthday is in August. I was always sensual -- and I don't mean "sexual." I enjoyed sensual pleasures: the taste of ice cold pop, the smell of fresh- cut rhubarb, the shock of fresh snow rubbed on my face, the heat of the good sun baking into me.
The basement was divided into three sections. The main part of it was sort of a rec room, with an old sofa and some old armchairs and an old TV and stereo, et cetera. Off to one side was the laundry room, which contained pretty much what you might expect in a laundry. In the corner of the laundry room was the cinderblock shower stall. I grabbed the soap, turned on the overhead light -- it was set up so you couldn't reach the switch from inside the stall -- checked the floor of the shower for nasty little multileggers and stepped in for my shower. I adjusted the spray so it was like needles pounding down on me, hot and sharp. I stepped right into the middle of it and closed my eyes and just savored the feel of the water sluicing over my flesh. I damn near came again just from the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.
I saw Marty a couple of more times in the next few weeks and we tried all sorts of things when we could. I somehow got the feeling Phil suspected what was going on, but he didn't say anything to me and if he said anything to Marty, Marty didn't tell me. Then my phantom step-brother came to visit for a week or so. I purposely bought a new two-piece suit in a size that fit my waist. In other words, it was far too small for my bust. Then I made sure I was sunning myself on the picnic table out behind the kitchen window when he came in from the airport.
Jeanne and I got to be regulars at that, sneaking into bed together whenever we got the chance -- and that was every few days, at least, since who would suspect a ten-year-old girl and her eleven-year-old sister -- even if the eleven-year-old was developing the kind of figure I was? [Oh, yeah, well strange as it sounds, they didn't seem to be growing that fast right then, as if there was this first spurt and then it slowed down a more normal pace; the major difference was that my "normal pace" had gotten a head start. I was kind of glad, in a way. I mean, they had stabilized at too big for a training bra, but I still wasn't able to wear even a 32-inch bra, the smallest they sold in the stores. I only measured twenty-five inches at the bust.]
April of that year left in a hurry and most of May hurried, too. I didn't get the chance to stay out at Charlene's again right away, but I knew Roger hadn't forgotten me. One Saturday morning there was a gorgeous little bookcase, just the right size, in the driveway beside our house. It was solid mahogany and beautifully finished and the card taped to it just said, "An early birthday present for a very special young lady." It was signed, only, "A secret admirer." I pretended utter ignorance, but sent Roger a thank-you note on the sly.
I opened my eyes wide and looked up. A hard dick was throbbing above my head. I looked up farther. It was Vernon. "I mean, Vernon is ready if you are." To one side stood Ellen, juice coating the insides of her thighs and matting her thatch of thick pubic hair. "But you -- " "Believe me, honey, Vernon is always ready! You won't wear him out!" She laughed. "Besides, Vern's been telling me he was wanking off last night imagining what you'd be like and that just made him hotter with me. Have fun -- I'm going to get some beers!"
I called home and told Mom where I was going to be and said I should be home by seven and if I was going to be later I'd call again. Then I queued up with the other kids in the faculty parking lot. I'd expected a bunch of real dorky-looking characters, but most of them were real cute. I didn't know any of them when I got there, but I knew all of them by the time Ed showed up and loaded us all into the Microbus. It was nice to be with a group of kids my age who were as bright as me and as mature, especially since they were good-looking.
The first time? Well, let me see, you cant really say that was my "first time," although it was my first sexual experience. I was 13 at the time, and in Jr high. It was in the 8th grade that I started having those "feelings," I began noticing boys who weren't there before. All the other girls did too. But there was this one girl, her name was Linda, she was a 9th grader, and she seemed different. She hanged around with girls and guys alike. Linda always had a group with her, whether it was during lunch, or after school, that followed here wherever she went, and she always acted like a bully around everyone. It was a Wednsday, the bell had rang for lunch, and I was very tired,
I had been asked to baby sit my best friends 10 year old daughter, while she and her husband went on a 3 week vacation to Europe. I said, "sure, why not?" and took Marsha and her clothes to my house. The first night we popped corn and watched movies till she fell asleep on the floor. I covered her with a blanket and let her sleep. The phone rang and I answered it. It was my friends calling to let us know they arrived in London safely. I told them Marsha was sleeping and they said to tell her hello for them and to give her their love. I said ok, and hung up.
Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5' 10" and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes a bit revealing. As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh.
I wantted to write and tell you about an expereince i had many years ago as a young boy.I hear all the time how incest is so terrible.Yet for me, as a young 14 year old boy untill i was in my 20's it was wonderfull. When i was 10 my father died suddenly.Although it was hard on our whole family, it wasnt untill I was 13 that i truely appreciatted how hard it was on mt mother.She had always worked but now had to work many hours and with us two kids at home, never had time to date or have fun.It was
I was totally horny. I couldn't stand it any longer. My husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn't wait another minute, much less another two days. My son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to help the situation, I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands.....so to speak.
Mandy Todd stretched her long, slender body on the huge towel, the hot sand beneath her. She rested her face on crossed arms, her smoldering eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Her rich auburn hair moved lazily in the slight breeze coming off the ocean. Sitting as her side, her young son Derick was pouring tanning oil onto her back, rubbing it into her satiny flesh. his hands felt good on her skin, the slow way they moved up and down from her shoulders to her skimpy bikini bottom. she had untied her halter, not wanting to have a tell-tale strip of whiteness on her flesh. It was bad enough she had to wear the bottom, as it was.
It was Vivian Harmon, our next-door neighbor. Grandma called out that she'd be right down, and she left right away. "Just ... just get cleaned up and get in bed," she said over her shoulder. I sat in the tub awhile longer. I felt kinda lazy, like I usually did right after I came. Plus I was still thinking about what happened. My grandma was pretty -- oh, she was no model or nothing, but when she smiled her whole face lit up, and sometimes when she got all dressed up to go out I could see her body looked younger than she was.
16 year old Sharon woke up tied over the seat of a chair in her bedroom. Her pajama bottoms were down around her ankles along with her panties and her shirt was completely off. Sharp cord tied her wrists together around the back of the chair and two more cords held her legs to the legs of the chair. The effect of which was her large breasts were flattened on the seat of the chair, while her thighs made an upside down v, and her well rounded, pale ass pointed out into the air.
Mary was the new girl at school. She moved into the small rural community of Barns, late in the summer. She and her parents moved into the area after her father had lost his job as an executive for General Motors. Mary was a senior at Barns' High School and was accustomed to a large school and the fast life. She was finding Barns totally boring and it's populace even more so. Mary was a very beautiful girl of seventeen years, with long blond hair and a figure that turned all the heads in Barns. She was the most attractive women in the area and she knew it.
I hadn't spoken to my old friend Mark for years, until one day, out of the blue, he called me up and invited me to his party. This kind of surprised me, since Mark was one of the most anti-social people I had ever known. He had the idea that he was some kind of great inventor, and that he was on the verge of a ``wonderful discovery''. He stayed in his basement most of the time, doing research. It got so bad that he even stopped talking to me, his best friend. I couldn't believe that all of a sudden he would have so many friends that he could throw a party. I was curious.
"Ann Walker trudged wearily from the front office of the Bay Construction Company, and turned down Market Street to begin the four block walk to her car. San Francisco screamed around her in the throes of its rush-hour convulsions, spewing people and cars and dirt and noise out of its belly in frenzied, hysterical haste. The sky was low with the smog that had settled in from the bay, and a half-ridden sun broiled the sweating city mercilessly. It was hot, noisy, cramped and stinking. It was Progress.
My story begins while I was in the military stationed at a base in New England. I had just received orders to go overseas to a base where families were not allowed. I was married and had three children. The oldest, Michelle, was eight, with Cathy next at 4 and my son Chris being 2. We were living in government housing on the base, and due to a rules change, my wife and children were going to be allowed to remain living in this house for the year I would be overseas, so they would not have to be moved to civilian housing. This made things very easy.
Brandon Hightower was more than a boss, he was a great guy and my best friend. We served in the same army outfit but at different times. We hit it off right away. I advanced rapidly in his company, occupying a management position for which I was totally unqualified. With his help and patience, I slowly learned the ropes. Brandon was a frequent visitor to our home, often staying up late with Judy and I, laughing, drinking, and telling crude jokes. We also attended his parties, though Judy and Brandon's wife, Estelle, did not get along. Estelle is a cold, scary bitch. I never understood what Brandon saw in her or why he put up with her shit.
My wife died two years ago, and since then I've pretty much lived a loner's life. My only child, Candy, lived in an apartment with one of her girlfriends during her summer break from college, and even though she usually called me almost every day, we actually saw each other only about once a week. The last two years had been rough ones, but I'd about worked my way through the grief over my wife's death and was beginning to feel periods of loneliness. Believing this was a sign that I reestablish a social life, I entertained thoughts of beginning to date.
It's a beautiful sunny day. My lover has suggested that we leave our castle and go walking on the grounds for a while; even castles get stuffy sometimes. I smile and take his arm. "What a lovely idea!" Outside the sun has bathed our meadow in a golden glow. The thyme is in full bloom, along with a little mountain heather which my lover was persuaded to grow for me. There are also wild daisies and other meadow flowers poking up through the tall grass. As always, the sight transfixes me. My meadow, with its long green grass, is like another world for me, a safe haven from the daily cares of running a castle. In the midst of the verdure, we come to a stop, and my lover gently slides his arms around me and draws me to him.
I can remember when I really started noticing CJ. It was not long after she turned 11, when her body really started catching up to her mind. Intellectually, she had always been years ahead, reading at a 7th grade level in 3rd grade, and she took her first college-level course the summmer before 8th grade. Up until then, she had a perfectly normal 11-year-old's body. Not that I minded, I had had sex with an 11-year-old girl before, and was left totally amazed at how sexy a girl could make herselt at that age. Anyway, CJ (it stands for Cathi Janell, by the way) had been 11 for two months or so when her hormones took off like Shaq. She had a B chest by the time she was halfway to 12, and made C days before she turned 12. Also, her flirtatious side really kicked in when she started developing.
I can remember when I really started noticing CJ. It was not long after she turned 11, when her body really started catching up to her mind. Intellectually, she had always been years ahead, reading at a 7th grade level in 3rd grade, and she took her first college-level course the summmer before 8th grade. Up until then, she had a perfectly normal 11-year-old's body. Not that I minded, I had had sex with an 11-year-old girl before, and was left totally amazed at how sexy a girl could make herselt at that age. Anyway, CJ (it stands for Cathi Janell, by the way) had been 11 for two months or so when her hormones took off like Shaq. She had a B chest by the time she was halfway to 12, and made C days before she turned 12. Also, her flirtatious side really kicked in when she started developing.
Megan was 11 when John and his wife dad split up. He had movedout of state, and even though he had really wanted to see Meganand he had visitation rights, there was just not enough money fora ticket. That wasn't a problem anymore, though, because hiswork had finally paid off. He had a beach front house at Malibu,a brand new 944 in the garage and, most of all, had sent Megana first-class round trip ticket to come see him for three weeksover the summer break.
It was a long summer that year and yet oddly short at the same time. It was my first time away from my friends, family and most of all my girlfriend Jennifer at the time. I was out of state working as a summer intern during my junior year in college. It was a great experience yet It was difficult being away from Jennifer. Her and I were madly in love and were used to having sex atleast once a day, so of course we both and a bad case of the hornies.
Little Melanie Grant slid out of bed, and pulled the cotton nightgown off over her head. The pretty eleven-year-old looked in the mirror at the small pointy cones, where her cute little titties were just starting to grow. She stood sideways, to see how much they poked out. Then, she ran a fingertip over the puffy nipples, and looked down past her flat belly to the fleshy bulge of her prominent cunny mound. Cupping it, the little girl turned to face the mirror again. She let her middle finger sink into the tender slip between the fat hairless lips.
I had arrived a little bit before 6pm to pick Mary Ellen up for the Halloween party. It didn't really kick off until 7 but I wanted to make sure that there was no rushing around at the last minute. After having my knocking going unanswered for a few minutes, I decided to step through the unlocked door. All the lights were on and I could here water running and movement up stairs. As I walked up stairs I called out "Mary Ellen!" "Up here." she answered. Nearing the top of the stairs I could see her through her partially open bathroom door. She was sitting naked on the edge of her tub with her legs spread wide.
I've never written a story before but some things just NEED to be told and, after reading the following story, I'm sure you'll understand why I need to tell this story and why it's anonymous. It all started the day I met my girlfriend's parents for the first time. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend's mother was only 37. I fell in lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she was 5'6" with auburn hair and the nicest pair of legs that I had ever seen. She was sitting on a recliner with her legs up and she had a nice short skirt on. I was hoping right then and there to get a peek up her skirt but I couldn't make it too obvious.
Sitting in the darkened room, she felt her apprehension build. The idea of being hypnotized into sexual submission had thrilled her from the time she had first read Trilby as a teen. When she had seen the Hypnotist at the nightclub almost a year ago, she had watched with total fascination as several of her girlfriends had fallen under his spell and wound up on the stage. Martha, a raven haired beauty who favored haute couture, had even kissed him on that hot July evening in 1967!
It was the end of the month of May, a Wednesday, about 6:30, in the metro. It's extremely uncomfortable to take the metro then, because of the enormous crowds in all the cars--pressed against each other, sometimes in direct contact with people less clean... I had no courses that afternoon, and I had gone to Paris to shop in the big stores. Coming back, I had an adventure which, even in my imagination, which is sometimes quite lively and a little crazy, I could never have invented.
Kevin had tried this time and time again. It had begun quite a routine. Kevin and Michelle had been going out now for about 4 months. Both still only 16 years old, and Kevin was starting to get a little irritated. Both kids were still Virgins, and Kevin thought it was about time that the two of them needed to start having sex. Michelle was against it strongly. She wanted to keep her virginity for marriage. They were both very open about sex, etc.
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.
My husband would probably kill me if he saw this file. It's a good thing I know how to use the 'file shredder' utility. After I upload it, I'll make sure there's no evidence of it here. I'll also change or leave out just enough that he can't recognize me in the story if he ever reads this on the net. I just had a funny thought about how many of you guys might wonder if this is your wife's story of her first sexual contact. Have you shared the internet with her? Even in passing? Hmmmm! This is going to be fun! I think you'll see why I can't just tell him (or you, if you're him) about it.
She was waiting for me when I stepped off the lift. As I walked down the hallway I studied her. Tall, shapely, in a black dress that left little to the imagination and was no doubt cut just to show off her curves. The dress was slit at her legs, revealing a gorgeous shapely leg and the hint of a garter. The shoes matched the dress, black with very high heels. A diamond necklace hung around her neck, plunging down between her ample breasts. They had to be synthetics; no one could be that perfectly shaped, especially when not wearing a bra. Matching diamond earrings dangled from her ears. A large brimmed black hat hid one eye, but the one studying me as I approached was a brilliant green. Her long wavy blond hair flowed from under the hat and danced across her shoulders. There was the hint of blush, and full rich red lips. She was elegance and class personified.
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.
Thursday evening on his way home after working late Don decided to stop in at the Blue Boar for a pint. He turned into the parking lot and began searching for an open space in the small crowded lot; he found one at the far end of the aisle. As he walked into the pub he saw why the parking lot was so full; there were no empty tables in the main room and there were no empty sits at the bar. Don walked to the bar and caught Rita's eye; as she came over to take his order a couple came out of the back room. Don glanced in and saw that the small table in the back corner was unoccupied.
The females of this world have been handed an impossible image to live up to. Magazines that display the loveliness of the female figure and put her charms on display for all to see, have created a false image of female perfection. I know, as well as other men, that the women pictured in these magazines are beautiful, desirous and wonderfully proportioned. However, they are not average women. They are not the "perfect" female that they pretend to be. They are an airbrushed idealization of female sexuality and eroticism. As a matter of fact as little as 50 years ago, they would not represent the ideal female at all.
He sometimes watches her as she sits in the Math Lounge, a place she seems to always be between classes, or during spare hours on campus; often, she is even there in the evenings, sometimes alone, sometimes in the company of groups of men who, for the most part, treat her in a warm, friendly, but platonic manner. There is nothing specifically striking in her appearance, but she seems enclosed within a sphere that hints at something much more intriguing beneath its surface.
Waiting for her professor has held her up. She glances at her watch, noting that she is already late, and an uncomfortable knot begins to form in her stomach. She shifts her weight back and forth on her feet, knowing that there may be a proverbial hell to pay for her lateness. Outside the window of the classroom, the sky has been growing steadily darker, and there is a slow bowing of the naked branches against the cold panes of glass. Only one question, she thinks. One simple question, can't we take care of it now? But the professor is still engaged in slow conversation with one of her fellow students, and the panic is beginning to build.
Arlo Chadwick figured in a well known case-history in neurological circles. He was a stage hypnotist, and a very good one. One night after turning a timid housewife into a burlesque artist in front of a audience at a night club, he was shot to death by the woman's jealous mafioso husband. I was present at the autopsy...
The memory of the desk clerk's lecherous grin was still with Lauralee as she opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms and went inside. But she was just too woozy to wonder about the man's lifted eyebrow or the stupid question he had put to her when she registered. didn't everybody stay all night in a motel? She couldn't imagine many people leaving at two a.m.
Miranda Barnes was startled by the heavy clanking sound as the heavy metal door was slammed open... Standing in her Dade County Orange Jump Suit; her wrists shackled the heavy leather belt around her waist; her dainty ankles secured by the silver chain allowing her steps to be almost baby like. She shuffled forward with the other three women prisoners... She had not been allowed to shower for the last three days... the three days since the stern Black judge had sentenced the 19 year old Pre Med student to ten years in the Florida State Penal System....
Lonely. I couldn't believe how lonely I was. How alone I felt. The only other time in my life I'd felt that way, I had let it lead me into the biggest mistake of my life+my first wife! So I set my jaw, wrestled my need for people to a draw, and continued on. I must confess, my heart wasn't in it. After all, what's the use in pulling off a big deal in my business; or being chairman of a committee for a successful community event; if there's no one to share the victory? Surrounded by natural beauty, I couldn't enjoy it, alone. And the nights . . . . The nights were the worst! More than once, I finally fell into an alcoholic stupor, unable to find rest any other way. My pain was real and enormous. For my wife+not the first woman I'd married, but the love of my life+had left me.
Mrs. Nancy Carson had a very unusual pastime, a sexual pastime. Mrs. Carson was 39, with a 37-26-40 inch figure .... red hair with brown eyes. At the moment she is lying on the bed, face down, legs spread wide. Her daughter Melanie, age 13, is her lover. This relationship developed 4 years back on a Chistmas day. Like her mother, she has the same color hair and eyes and her figure is just starting to develop, a 34-22-34.
It was early one Saturday morning. June smoothed out her shirt as she looked through her front window for maybe the tenth time this morning. She was very anxious to meet this mysterious lady who had said she would be by this morning. It had all sounded strange to June, this lady had called her at work saying she intended to stop by this morning. What had made it so strange was this lady had told June that she had known about June for some time, and her strange desires ... so she was going to come by and visit June.
It was Saturday again and as usual I was giving a group of kids a ride home from soccer practice. I had just finished dropping off the Baxter twins a couple of real bratty 13 year old boys who had just about worn my patience thin playing with all of the controls and knobs in my van. I had one kid left to drop off, a cute little 12 year old girl named misty. Her house was out in the country about 15 miles away, but I didn't really mind because I figured it would be a nice quiet drive and would help relieve the tension brought on by the Baxter brats.
Soccer practice was definitely more interesting today than it had been in the past. Last weeks encounter with Misty had completely changed the way I looked at things. No longer was I paying attention to bad kicks and missed goals, I was too busy looking at the tight little asses of the little girls running around in their shorts on the field. All in all there were about 20 kids that made up the team, out of those 20 kids 12 of them were young girls ranging in ages from 11 to 13.
Misty Bannister, a twenty-six-year-old classic uppity bitch, is well on the fast track in one of the fastest growing insurance companies in the country. She is only one level below the vice presidency of the company and is in charge of more than thirty women employees, in the stress filled claims department. Misty is five foot seven inches with long cascading blonde hair that reaches just below her shoulders. She has a firm tight body that she constantly pushes to the limit. She is very aggressive at the handball court and even much more so at the office. As an aggressive woman's libber she takes no prisoners, especially the weaker male sex.
The story herein is told as best as I can recall it. It occurred during 1948-49-50. There are continued incidents that occurred 1952-58. Over the years I have relived these events countless times, carefully reconstructing in my mind many forgotten details and conversations -- at one point undergoing hypnosis to recall details or events that lay buried under a lifetime of other thoughts and concerns. What follows is presented as clearly as I can remember...
I carefully lowered the thin, transparent fishing line through the pinhole in the floor, Mariko's ceiling. Ever so slowly, fearing that the least noise would disturb the sleeping girl in bed on the next floor down. Finally the line reached her pillow. Again, carefully, I dripped the chloroform onto the line and watched it flow rapidly down to wet the girl's Barbie pillow case, right in front of her face. I poured almost the entire bottle down the line and waited for several minutes until I was sure that the potent liquid had taken effect before I withdrew the line and stood up.
Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. "Mom?" No answer. He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help.
Well, I finally finished moving into my new house about two months ago. And boy, what a job. I am glad all the boxes and everything are unpacked and put away. After moving from my college apartment and leaving my two roommates behind, I really looked forward to moving to Denver and starting a new life on my own. The new job was really great, but the night life was a little slow. One thing about my new house is that it's so quite all the time. About a month ago I met another neighbor in the park and she had the most beautiful Dane I have ever seen. She bought him from someone else for companionship, but admitted he was a pretty good watchdog to have around also.
Alison paused outside her son's bedroom, her beautiful face spreading into an amused smile as she listened to the soft moans and rhythmic creaking sounds emanating from the other side of the door. Her son Randy was beating his meat again. Actually his full name was Randolph... after his grandfather, but everyone called him Randy, much to Alison's amusement. A fitting name for a sixteen-year-old who spent most of his time alone with his cock in his hand, she thought with a smile. In the year since her husband had died, she'd heard Randy jacking off with greater and greater frequency. Now, dressed in a transparent, waist-length negligee, Alison had decided to help her horny, frustrated young son become a man.
Field's Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected. The forty year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book, and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address listed in the yellow pages. Instead, she found a sparkling white, old- fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential block, looking no different from any of the other houses. The voluptuous black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her over the phone. Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green wood door to the white house. It all checked out -- this pleasantly homey looking house must be Field's Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much as a sign outside.
I am an 18 year old high school graduate. I have long black hair, blue eyes, and a figure that has gained a lot of attention through my senior year. The guys that I dated in school couldn't keep their hands off of my 38 - D tits. I was known as "Barbara Bra Buster" by most of my classmates and I guess I've had at least 30 pairs of hands fondling my tits over the past year. I screwed 12 different guys, last year, some of them more than once. Every guy I've fucked has squeezed, fondled, sucked, milked, jiggled, or swung my firm knockers the entire time he was pumping my pussy.
My mother called last night and asked me to stay for a week with her and my 12 year old sister Heidi. She said that my father was going away to Japan for a week-long business trip and she and Heidi were afraid to stay alone because there has been some burglaries in their exclusive neighborhood lately. I was only too glad to oblige. I spent half the night thinking about mother. She gave birth to me when she was 16, two years before she and father married. It was 12 years later that Heidi was born. Although Mom is 40 years old now, she still kept her blonde magnificent 38D-26-38 figure. I remembered how it all started right after Heidi was born.
"I feel a little strange about the way he massages me ...." Kay, the mother, was getting ready for her bath, talking quietly with her husband Jim. He was behind her and she had been undressing. He was running his fingers down her bare back. He had showered and was now waiting for her to bathe and then join him for a hot adult sex scene in the bedroom. They stood outside the bathroom where the water was drawing in the bath and where, soon, she would call her son Sammy to come in and wash her back, then move to her bosom and slowly wash each breast, massaging them so that she became wet and hot, eager for the fucking with Jim.
The memory of the desk clerk's lecherous grin was still with Lauralee as she opened the door to one of the adjoining rooms and went inside. But she was just too woozy to wonder about the man's lifted eyebrow or the stupid question he had put to her when she registered. didn't everybody stay all night in a motel? She couldn't imagine many people leaving at two a.m. Dropping her only luggage, the overnight case, upon a chair, she blinked around the room and heard her son and his brand new bride laugh, through the door that connected their rooms. She frowned; neither of them had the decency to be embarrassed, and they should be.
The cord bit into my wrists, and I knew it was no use to try to loosen it, though I knew that my position, hands behind my back, was making my breasts thrust toward him. I was conscious of them rising and falling against my cotton blouse, but I couldn't control my frightened breathing. I could only stand facing him and watch him looking at them. John could always tell what I was thinking. "Yes, Moira," he said now. "They are exciting, moving that way. and no, I don't wish to stop looking at them. In fact, I'm looking forward to putting my hands on them any minute now."
Nick runs a catering firm with his assistant Molly, and I help out too when they ahve a big order to fill. One night we were catering for a really big dinner party, and it was well after midnight when we got home. We've got a large extension at the back of the apartment which has been converted into Nick's business premises, and Molly always comes back to help clear up if it's been busy. We'd had a good night, and we'd also been helping ourselves to quite a few glasses of wine as we worked, so we were all in a pretty good mood by the time the kitchen was cleaned up. None of us felt like going back to the apartment, so I grabbed another couple of bottles of wine and we settled down in the small living area that Nick uses when clients visit.
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. When ever 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.)
Mary Power looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, saw her firm, full tits, saw her plain black nylon panties, her only remaining garment, made one final try to overcome temptation--and failed. Pushing her panties down quickly, she turned and went to open the door to admit the source of her temptation--King, her big German shepherd. Seeing the woman naked, King knew what to expect, and his big tail wagged with excitement at the thought of mounting the woman's big ass and ramming his prick into her cunt for a magnificent fuck. At once, his snout went to her crotch to sniff and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.
This story is true and happened to me last summer. I had just graduated high school, I was 18 and living at home. I had received a scholarship to a major university in California and was just relaxing the summer at home. I was, and still am, in excellent shape. I am very proud of my slim 39-26-36 body. I turn heads of both males and females. I love the attention my body receives. I have a 16 year old sister who is going to be just as good looking as I am. She is beginning to develop and I have seen her nude, she already has a very nice trim body with pert little tits.
First, let me say that my family and I all enjoy your magazine very much - we read it all the time. We even try to do what they do in different letters. When I say we, I mean my mother, my wife, and I. I guess I should also tell you that my wife is also my sister! I guess it all really started when my father had left u - no major loss there. My mother is a super-sexy-looking lady, and so is my knockout sister, Dani.
Lisa watched the turd descend, straight towards her mouth. A big, fat piece of shit, tan in color. Maybe an inch in thickness and, so far, almost 5 inches had slid out of her mother's asshole and it was still coming. All at once, Lisa woke up. Her pajamas were soaked with sweat and her fingers were stroking her clit. Why did she have this terribly filthy dream ... but Lisa knew good and well why. Awake, she had seen her mother's big rump often as she bounced around between bedroom and bathroom, never covered. She would just die if her mother ever found out about her disgusting dreams.
Laura Weber cast a sidelong glance in the direction of the nineteenth century romance novels and saw that there was trouble brewing. From her position behind her desk in the center of the library, she could see everything, even Kenneth Wilcox's hand inching its way under the reading table toward Mary Kepler's knee. Laura knew that the youngsters who frequented the Maple Grove Public Library were only there because they were forced by their teachers' reading assignments. She knew perfectly well that, given half a chance, they would turn her library into just another place for hot fucking and sucking. She knew that was aIl these teenagers cared about. But she wasn't about to let such things happen in her library.
Mom and I never had our talk the day she had the difference of opinion with her sister, but about a week later, she sent Susan out to my darkroom, to tell me she wanted to see me in her room. She was in another negligee, but this one was much thinner than the previous one I had seen her wearing, so I was able to see the nipples of her rather large breasts quite clearly, as she swung around on her vanity stool to face me when I entered the room. "Close the door dear," she smiled, flushing as she saw my appreciative eyes sliding over her scantily clothed body, "Aunt Norma is in town today, but I wouldn't want Susan to see me dressed this way with you in my room."
Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. "Mom?" No answer. He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying.
I could clearly hear the squeak of bedsprings emanating from my daughter's bedroom through the thin plaster walls of my bathroom. I knew she was being fucked because masturbation doesn't make that much noise! However, I was surprised to find out that it was her brother who was fucking her. I had definitely heard her say, "Oh, yes! Scott, that feels so good." I knew I wasn't crazy, and the walls were not thick enough to have distorted her words that badly. No my children were involved in a sexual relationship, and incestuous relationship. It was a relationship filled with potential dangers if I didn't take some action.
She was liquid; she was soft and gibing, and the melted core of her body was warm, so warm. Oh lord, she thought; I've been a terrible woman, doing something that cannot be forgiven. I have fucked my own son. Turning her face into the pillow, Betty shuddered. There was some excuse-- some minor rationalizing--over Danny screwing her in ;that sneaky move. But after she'd hidden him from his father, she should have ordered him from her bed, slapped him, told him sternly that there'd be no more of such an impossible situation.
Chad didn't screw her the next morning. She woke long before he did, and rubbed herself against him in voluptuous warmth; she even played with his prick for awhile, but Chad only mumbled and stirred beneath the sheet. When he did come to, it was just to grunt out of bed and head for the toilet. Disappointed, Betty lay quietly in the blacked-out bedroom, glad that they both wanted their sleeping area cut off from any light that would disturb them and cause them to awaken too early. She lay on her back, wondering if Danny was in the room yet, or if he was waiting for the sound of the shower before he would sneak in and crawl into bed with her.
They got a break concerning both Glenn and Nikki. Glenn had to work late at his office, and Nikki was booked for a party at a friend's house. That left the plan open and fluid, if they moved reasonably fast and got the job done before the others returned to the house. Linda met Betty in the kitchen after they'd tidied up the table and the men were at the TV set. Chad and his son were watching a ball game. Linda said, "How do I go about it, mom?" I mean, it seems like this afternoon was a dream, and now daddy's here and everything is just like it was before."
Betty parked the station wagon on the dark street, half a block from the house and in front of a vacant lot, shutting off lights and ignition and turning on the front seat to face her son-in-law. "Bey, Betty--What's up?" She lifted her knees to the seat and drew her feet under her buttocks, touching her kneecaps lightly against his left thigh. "I'd like to talk to you, Glenn." "Sure; anything wrong?" It was too dark to see more than the outline of his face, but his voice was serious.
Linda was dancing with her father when they came in, and Danny was nowhere in sight. The music was slow and easy, and Betty could see that Chad was so wrapped up in their daughter that he hadn't even heard them enter the house. Both Chad and Linda wore robes, and were barefoot. The robes, Betty knew were a concession to propriety, considering that the shock of Linda's husband seeing her nude with her equally naked daddy might shake things up too much.
She helped Linda steer her wobbly father into Danny's room and put him to bed. "He'll be all right, dear. If you'd rather stay with Glenn and me--" "No, ,mom. I'd like to be with you, but later, okay? I want to get used to daddy, to see that he feels really comfortable with me. And I get so turned on, because I can order him to do anything I want, and he does it. Besides, there's poor Danny--" "He's waiting in my bed, " Betty said. "When Glenn finishes taking his shower, I'll work something out with both of them."
But the morning meant Nicole, and the girl was curious to the point where it worried Betty. She'd only had time for a quick shower and to brush her teeth before Nikki was banging things in the kitchen, throwing together some kind of breakfast. Reminded of her duty to her youngest child, Betty threw on her pink robe and the furry scuffs to match, then hurried down to take care of the girl. There'd be breakfast to get for the rest of the family, too; ham and eggs and hash browns, she thought; juice and hot biscuits with butter and homemade jam. Everyone needed replenishing, she knew--herself as much as any of the men.
Downstairs, Betty locked the kitchen door, then passed to the front and bolted that one, also. On a Saturday, no telling who might drop by unexpectedly, and she certainly didn't want *anybody* visiting. No Disturbances, she thought; no interference with the ultimate closeness that was so fast developing in her family. They needed nobody but themselves, for who could offer them more? Wearing her robe, but barefoot now, Betty moved toward the family room, not sure of what she would find there, but needing some kind of communication with her husband. She *did* love him, and right now, possibly more than she had ever loved him in their entire married life. For love wasn't all taking, and it wasn't hiding, nor jealousy, and love wasn't composed of tight little restrictions and a whole list of no-noes.
They were a beautiful group, Betty thought, self-consciously crossing her legs and wishing that she had something with which to cover her breasts as she sat at the bar and watched Linda herd the others into the room for a council. It must have been quite a session upstairs, she thought. Glenn was sheepish and his cock was shrunken as he came to the bar for a drink. Her son's penis was partly erect, but well-used and reddened. And Little Nikki--the girl was trying to be very casual, but the goosebumps on her naked skin and the blush on her piquant face gave away her inner emotional turmoil.
Danny thrust it mightily into her, slid his strong young prick full length into her ready and anxious vagina. His smooth belly came to rest atop her own, and she spread her thighs wide to receive this beautiful boy's wonderful cock. Her son's balls came to rest in the feathery cleft of her flexing ass, and as they touched, Betty wondered again, wondered briefly, how it would feel to have that enchanted want eased into the tube of her ass. Soon, she thought, perhaps soon, when they were all more at ease with each other.
Somehow, it was morning. It was a fragrant and rosy morning, and Betty wiggled luxuriously in her bed as she awoke to it. The events of the night filed past in her mind, touched with moonlight and lace, spiced with all the sultry perfumes of the Orient. Indeed, she felt like an empress, or rather a favored houri, and would not be surprised to find a ruby set in her navel, nor sandalwood upon her nipples. She was alone in bed, and rose in languor to put on a filmy robe and go to the bathroom.
They were pretty high on wine as well as sex, and left the family room to Linda, Nikki and Glenn. Betty kissed them all before she left them to their own imaginative devices. it would be exciting for Glenn, she thought, since he hadn't screwed his own wife since the wild affair began, and for him to have the eager services of his wife's sister at the same time. Glenn would be a busy and well gratified man, before the day was over.
Linda was dancing with her father when they came in, and Danny was nowhere in sight. The music was slow and easy, and Betty could see that Chad was so wrapped up in their daughter that he hadn't even heard them enter the house. Both Chad and Linda wore robes, and were barefoot. The robes, Betty knew were a concession to propriety, considering that the shock of Linda's husband seeing her nude with her equally naked daddy might shake things up too much.
The young mom looked lovingly at her two young sons in the crib. Both boys, twins, were just over a year and a half old. Naked, the two soft forms laid nestled in a 69 position. Each boy was sleeping with his brothers penis in his mouth. Sucking on it like a pacifier. It took a while for her husband Rick to get the boys used to this position, but his persistence paid off. Now each night they eagerly find each others "weewee" and suckle off to sleep. Mom never bothered with diapers at bedtime anymore. The young boys would only wiggle out of them so they had easy access to each others cocks.
It was as they say a dream come true. I was alone in the house with my mother...I had long planned what was to transpire but had never had the opportunity to fulfill the dream...to see my mother nude...until this evening. My father was out of town on business and my sister was at a pajama party with her friends. I knew my mother would take a long hot tub after dinner and that was when I would take the opportunity of my young sex life...actually I was a virgin so I had had no sex life except regular and recurring dates with my right hand.
The young mother opened her eyes as the first twin started to cry. Feeling Rick’s flaccid dick against her ass, she gently rocked her cheeks free of the intruder. Rick started to stir but went back off to sleep. As the young mom’s slender feet touched the soft carpet, the other twin joined in the chorus. Rick opened his eyes. "Looks like we’re not going to get much sleep tonight. Good thing we took that nap". Rick’s voice was soft and gentle, not at all angry. The young mom smiled lovingly at Rick, happy for such a good husband. "The poor dears are probably wet and hungry. I'll bring them back here to feed".
Mary Power looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, saw her firm, full tits, saw her plain black nylon panties, her only remaining garment, made one final try to overcome temptation--and failed. Pushing her panties down quickly, she turned and went to open the door to admit the source of her temptation--King, her big German shepherd. Seeing the woman naked, King knew what to expect, and his big tail wagged with excitement at the thought of mounting the woman's big ass and ramming his prick into her cunt for a magnificent fuck. At once, his snout went to her crotch to sniff and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.
Pamela Randolph felt discouraged as she pulled her car onto the expressway leading away from the international airport. She'd just said goodbye to her husband Brian for a month, with no more than a cursory kiss between them before he'd boarded his business flight out to Thailand. Not that the coolness between them was unusual; it had been at least two months since they'd last screwed. But the lack of passion in their relationship was becoming unbearable.
"OOOHHHH ... SUCK THEM ... SUCK THEM ... THAT'S IT BUT DON'T TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF YET ... JUST SUCK THEM THROUGH THE BLOUSE ... OH, THAT'S IT ... OHHH, BABY ... OHHHH ..." Mavis Richards pulled up short at the sound of the moans drifting out through the cabin window. At first she'd had some trouble telling just what the sound was. It had almost sounded like someone in pain. But if it was pain, it was sweet pain, there could be no doubt about that now. No sir, no doubt at all.
Here I am, 15 years of age, three years before I am on my own with no idea of what I am going to do. Mom says college, but, there is no way that would be possible financially. She says that she has raised me and my younger sister alone and that she would finish the job. My sister Sue, 14, is herself reaching her point of maturity. As her brother I never did think she was all that hot, but lately looking more closely am seeing things that I never realized about her before.
When Lauralee came back to the world, the television set had been shut off, and the room was quiet. Blinking, she looked around, hoping fervently that it hadn't all been a wild, erotic dream, and knowing immediately that it wasn't. Then she hope her son and new daughter-in-law hadn't gone back to their own bed and left her alone. Not yet, she thought; oh, not yet. There were still violent flames raging within her awakened body, hot fires that needed to be quenched the only way possible--by some more solid fucking. She had so many wasted years to make up for, so many strange and exciting sensations to undergo.
My name is Monica French. Although my identity is not really pertinent to the story you're about to read, I feel that it's important to tell you that I am a real person. At some point you will undoubtedly begin to suspect that this story is a fabrication -- that I have made it up for some prurient reason. I assure you that every word is the truth, and I hope that you will not think me bold for relating it in this way. My primary motive is to provide you with an account of the bizarre consequences I recently experienced as a result of a simple clerical error.
Her hand rested gently on my thigh, fingernails lightly tracing a random line leading ever closer, ever upward. My arm firmly encircled her waist offering encouragement to her as she was treading cautiously on new ground. Out over the river a full moon was rising and silver points of light on the water flickered a dance of love. "It's beautiful here," she murmured then buried her sweet face in my neck. Her warm lips parted slightly and moist breath on my skin began to have a noticeable effect elsewhere.
My boyfriend is a really sexy guy. It's not his looks, or the size of his prick that makes him that way either. For looks, he's pretty average. "Paul" is 36, about 5'9" and has a few pounds he could do without, brown hair & eyes, and a smile I have to call "knowing". In the size department, he's average again, about seven inches (give or take a little), and about 3 inches around. Not huge, not small, but nice.
When we left SAL and BETTY last, they had just fucked my dick almost off. But I loved every moment of the action. SAL was such a wicked woman, bringing her daughter into our sex life. But I guessed that she had done that several times before...probably starting when Betty was ten or so, when she was still married to the last bum. I never guessed how bad SAL was when we met in the sandwich shop. I was even hesitant to take her home for our first fuck, after making out in the tunnel near her mother's little house. I almost took Betty home from the drive-in movie when she began to tease me, thinking I shouldn't mess with a woman that young. Somehow, my judgement had intuitively realized the truth: BETTY and SAL were practically the same woman, a wildly, passionate woman who needed sex, needed love, needed attention. In fact, they were the kind of women that I was a man.
Tiffany, age 33, had made an appointment at a nearby restaurant. Not that an appointment was necessary, but Tiffany had wanted special girls to wait on her. The appointment was for 8:15 and it was almost 8:00 now. Quickly, Tiffany glanced in the mirror. Her blond hair hung to her shoulders and cascaded down the back of a blue dress. Blue pumps outfitted her clothing. She checked her make-up one last time before opening her door and stepping out.
When I woke up this morning, the bed was cold. My husband had gotten up sometime in the night, and hadn't returned. Oh well, I was fairly sure I knew where to find him. If my husband isn't in bed, or on the computer at 5:00 in the morning, it's a pretty sure bet, where he WILL be. I padded down the hall to the bathroom, being in a hurry to pee, then took my time on the way back, as the cessation of hydraulic pressure made my return to the bedroom a less urgent matter. I hadn't heard the clatter of keys from the computer- room, so I was fairly sure where Dan would be. I was right.
"This room is soundproof, as you know," Victor said. "You can shout as much as you want. I don't mind. I don't mind at all." "Victor," I said. "If I can do anything at all --" "No," Victor said. "You can't. So don't ask. All right?" "But --" "No," Victor said. "Now if you do what I say and do it right you can go back tonight. Still living." "I'll do anything," I said. "I know that," Victor said. "But I'm talking about tonight. You can't do anything about what I'm going to do this morning."
The Mortgage is a ten part story about how an older man manipulates a young newlywed wife into becoming first, his secretary and then eventually his personal sexual plaything, both on and off-the-job. He accomplishes this by first threatening her with the loss of her and her husband's home and plunging them into bankruptcy, and then gradually by forcing her to engage in acts that provide him ample leverage to blackmail her into engaging in farther humiliating acts, both public and in private. The second half of the story involves the man's daughter and how she takes advantage of the situation herself.
Amy looked over at the secretaries busily preparing banking documents, the clicking-clacking of computer printers and typewriters filling the cavernous bank with the sounds of mortgages being prepared, deeds being registered, statements being generated for scores of homeowners. Each and every day thousands of mortgages are processed, each representing struggle, persistence and a whole change of life. Owning property -- it was The American Dream, a dream which had just come true for she and her husband.
Bob cleared his throat politely. "So, tell me Amy, what did you want to see me about?" Amy smiled bravely and dove in head first. "Well, Bob it is about our mortgage --" His immediate reaction caught her off guard. "You're late on your very first mortgage payment. Several weeks overdue, as a matter of fact." His tone was neutral, bordering on accusatory -- the banker coming out.
"What's going on next door, hon? What are they building?" Amy asked, setting a bag of precious groceries down on the table. She was referring to the construction going on in the big corner lot next door. The air was filled with the sounds of construction -- men and heavy equipment shaping the earth. Her husband shrugged. "How should I know?" he responded angrily. "Despite what you think, I'm not here all day." It was starting already. She hadn't been home two minutes. "Just thought there might be a job opportunity, that's all. How did your search go today?" Wendell threw the paper across the room angrily. "There's nothing out there -- nothing!"
Hadn't he ever heard of feminism? "Be a doll and fetch me some coffee!' he said, like she was some waitress. And he had said it in front of four other bank executives too, two of them women! And the women had smirked too, which hadn't totally surprised Amy. She was learning that the female executives at the bank treated their own secretaries much worse than the males did. Amy had given him a small, angry smile and brought the coffee silently. She had hoped he would say something later, maybe apologize. Instead he told her to refill the cup, without even looking up from his papers. She popped a piece of Sexy-licious in her mouth and began chewing. It calmed her right down and she obediently filled the cup.
The next morning, she asked Baines to be kept on permanently as his personal secretary. "Would you like to interview for the job now then?" Baines was unbuttoning her blouse with his eyes, addressing his question to the small, firm breasts. Amy smiled weakly. "Sure," she answered. Her mouth was dry, very dry. "Good. Secretaries need to be VERY PRETTY to work for me, Amy. And VERY SEXY. Could you remove your blouse now?" Baines licked his lips slowly, savoring his request.
She was there waiting for him when he entered his office at eight thirty seven. The coffee, still steaming, was waiting for him, welcoming him to a new day at the bank. Beside his desk, his new secretary waited patiently, holding a small note pad and pencil, ready for any task he gave her. She had taken instruction well -- a good sign so early on. The pink tank top ended midriff, displaying her flat pale tummy. He made a mental note to have her go to a tanning salon on a regular basis -- he liked a healthy golden glow. Underneath her small pert breasts stretched the material a bit more than yesterday. The bandaid sized black spandex miniskirt hugged her slim hips jealously though inadequate to the job of hiding her charms.
"Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on," droned the minister. The mourners nodded their heads in dutiful silence, huddling under black umbrellas as the incessant drizzle misted downward from the gray-black sky. It was a large crowd -- bank employees, business partners, golf mates, neighbors, and those who had known him in all his various guises as a pillar of the community. Robert Parker Baines had been known and admired by so many in Bentson County. The sudden heart attack that had stricken him while in the midst of a bank meeting had taken them all by surprise.
Someone whispered "his secretary" and a few sympathetic, though patronizing, gazes swept in her direction. Amy felt the thick makeup smudge and she frantically tried to fix her face as the minister concluded his remarks. Gradually the crowd melted away, each mourner offering condolences to the daughter. Kathryn gratefully accepted their soft, supportive words. As the last of the black umbrellas deserted the burial ground, Amy trotted to catch up and blend in with the departing crowd. Kathyrn caught her before she was able to escape.
"And so to teach that cretin Wendell a lesson, I'm hereby evicting your poor old in-laws as of five o'clock today." Kathryn's cover girl smile was a twisted, feral thing, a smile that tasted blood. Amy shook her head. "You can't! Please! they're old! They don't have any money! They --" Kathryn waved a manicured hand impatiently. "They're gone already. Off to section eight housing in the city. Welfare will cover some of their needs, but as for the rest, who cares? Not I. Wendell must learn who his superiors are, and never, ever to treat them with disrespect again, don't you think? Especially his new boss."
Three years later... For a mini-financial empire, Baines Holding Company was actually headquartered in a small office suite, comprising of Kathryn Baine's sumptuous office that could and did second as a conference room and the small anteroom outside where a bored secretary sat filing her nails. Jackson had drunk in the secretary when he had come for the meeting. She was a medium-sized blonde with average looks and build, but her overall bearing was definitely less than professional. And from the obviously dark roots, the hair color was definitely temporary. He couldn't believe the twenty-something was dressed for her work, unless the work was streetwalking. The yellow tube top, the tiny spandex blue miniskirt, the yellow silk stockings and blue high heels -- it all spelled SLUT in big bright letters. She was a class-A bimbo, even down to the gum chewing.
Molly was a young girl I'd noticed since moving into the neighborhood a month before. She had short, straight brown hair that hung down the sides of her face, a pert nose, and sometimes wore wire-rimmed glasses. Her small, but nicely rounded, breasts were molded high up on her chest, jutting out straight, firm, and slightly pointed. Her small, nicely shaped ass created sharp curves on her slender girlish body, and she looked incredibly sexy from behind. At the age of 13, almost 14, she still looked like a young girl, though her body was just beginning to develop the traits of a young women. She was at that in-between stage: no longer a girl, not yet a woman.
Susan and her mother, Gloria, were spending the night with friends, close friends, or so it would turn out in time. Susan would spend the night with Penny while Gloria would spend the night with Susan's mother, Kate. This arrangement had been going on for some time, about once a week. Susan and Penny would giggle and whisper things to each other for the better part of the night. But this night, everything would change as far as Susan and Penny were concerned.
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! So there I was, rummaging in her dresser. I knew she'd never worn the blouse, and it had to be in one of the drawers. But where the hell was it? I was on my knees, hand deep in the bottom drawer, when I made my discovery.
It was late one night when Ashley needed to pee, so the 12 year old slipped out of her bed and went into the bathroom. Since it was late, Ashley had not slipped on a robe, and went totally nude into the bathroom. Plopping down on the toilet, she began to pee. Looking down, she could see her golden stream hitting the water and she slipped a hand into the stream. Feeling the stream of hot piss made her warm all over and she went straight to her clit and masturbated as she pissed against her hand. When her stream stopped, she got up, flushing the toilet and washed her wet hand.
Karla smiled to herself as she drove back home to southern California. Her daughter, Tina, fidgeted nervously on the seat beside her. When Karla and her husband had divorced three years ago, there was the usual fight over money, but custody of Tina was the real problem. Both Karla and her husband wanted Tina to live with them, but Karla had raised Tina conservatively while her husband had spoiled the girl rotten. He had promised Tina anything she wanted if she would stay with him and Tina, already used to the family's wealth, eagerly agreed.
Dorothy was at work at her boutique when the phone call came from school about her daughter and the message upset her so much that she had to go home, leaving the store to her sales clerk. She had a few drinks to calm her nerves but she was still upset when her daughter, Patsy, came in from school. "Hi, Mom," said Patsy gaily as she dropped her book bag and got a Coke. Dorothy was stunned that Patsy could act so nonchalant after what had happened. "Patsy, did you know that they called me from school today about what the gym teacher caught you doing?"
Jeff's dick sprang up, hard as rock. His mother stood by the mirror in her nightgown, pouting her lips and cupping her breasts, so full and firm, they stood out large, barely keeping inside her lacy bra. Peeking through the door crack, Jeff was trying to keep still, but finding it more and more difficult to do. His mother finally moved away from the mirror and to the bed, where she laid down and spread her legs. Every morning it was the same, needing to feel the hot clit against her fingers.
As always she had argued with her mother. Violet was a rebellious teen and the strains were showing. She left the house in a huff and went to the mall to hang with her friends. She looked and looked but found no one there and nothing to do. Hanging alone was boring!! Not any more fun than going home and listening to her stereo. As she walked up the drive and saw that the house was strangely silent. Only her parents room window was open. From the sounds emanating from it, it appeared that their was some activity in that room.
As always she had argued with her mother. Violet was a rebellious teen and the strains were showing. She left the house in a huff and went to the mall to hang with her friends. She looked and looked but found no one there and nothing to do. Hanging alone was boring!! Not any more fun than going home and listening to her stereo. As she walked up the drive and saw that the house was strangely silent. Only her parents room window was open. From the sounds emanating from it, it appeared that their was some activity in that room. She sneaked up to the open window and heard, "OO OO God OOO You do that soo..."
I had just spent a glorious week end at the beach sunning and splashing in the waves. The main purpose of my visit was to attend a family wedding, but I took utmost advantage of the sun and water. My skin was a little more golden and I had noticed even lighter streaks in my blond hair. I was on my way home and week end traffic was not `holiday busy`, but definitely week end busy. I had been driving for about 3 and a half hours and was planning to stop for the night shortly because the effects of the sun and swimming made me feel so relaxed to the point of drowsy.
I appreciate you cander about incest and believe that my mother helped me through a tough time in my life. I would like to tell you about my love with my 41 year old mother and my kids. This is a true story which I have embelished a little but factually correct. Please do not connect my name in anyway with this account as I would not risk my family's love. I am now 26 years old and have been divorced now about four years. I am an oil rig worker like my father who was killed on an oil rig in the Beauford sea when I was 19. Through some friends I discovered that my wife was cheating on me while I was at sea. I didn't know what to do because I had 7 year old son and an 6 year old daughter to think of.
Some time ago, a girlfriend of mine said the she and her boyfriend had video taped themselves making it, and she confessed that it was a terrific turn on to think of seeing herself on video tape. As it turned out, they did this several times, getting better at it (taping) each time, but the results weren't what they wanted. Linda and Steve, (not their real names), now found themselves stopping to move the camera, or to change positions, and this, of course, took the fun out of their sexual pleasures.
I'd finally found a job as a youth worker in a small church in the burbs. There were only about 200 members or so in the congregation. They needed someone to come in and oversee the 4th through 12th graders. Heck, I'd never worked with kids before, although I was developing a lust for young girls, having already seen some child pornography in Houston. Even though I didn't know that's what it was back then. When I started, I hit it off with the kids right away. I guess they thought I was cool, cause I was just a few years older than them, and could relate to them quite well. One girl in particular, Catherine, a very sweet 16 year old, seemed to want a lot of my attention. I was only more than happy to oblige her. I'll tell her story another time...
When Mark saw Laura for the first time, he didn't know what to think of her. He wasn't very experienced with girls to begin with, and his few experiences had usually been rather painful. In fact, he'd hesitated to come to the party - he wasn't really a party animal - because of the fear that some of those experien- ces would repeat themselves. On the other hand, there were some signs that he'd spend another evening being a wall flower, and he wasn't really sure he could take that. So that's how he found himself carefully eying the crowd, thinking speculative thoughts.
Mark put down the soldering iron and leaned back. His eyes felt gritty. He looked at the contraption on the breadboard before him, wondering if it would really work. It should, but you never know until you try. It looked like most breadboard setups, a huge spaghetti mass of wire hiding a haphazard array of components. He wearily rubbed his eyes, feeling a dull throbbing pain between his shoulder blades. The idea to work on this multi-CPU project together had seemed a good idea at the time, but sitting behind the workbench for nine solid hours had virtually demolished him.
The weather had been terrible for weeks. Rain, rain, and more rain had been coming down constantly during the past four days, and there was no sign that things were improving. Mark looked at the steady downpour with disgust, then turned his back to the window. "Great", he muttered. "There's nothing wrong with having a few days off, but in this kind of weather it's a waste of time." He blew noisily on his coffee, then took a small sip.
Mark woke because his back hurt. He didn't feel his right arm anymore, but his shoulders were cramped. He moved, careful not to wake her, but she opened her eyes when he turned. She smiled. "They were crazy in lit class", Mark groaned. "All that romantic stuff about sleeping in each others arms, but it's damned uncomfortable." Cindy giggled. "Those old romantics must have been more limber", she said drily. "Try gymnastics." Mark grimaced as the blood in his arm begain to circulate again. "My favorite kind of gymnastics doesn't work those particular muscles", he chuckled. "Any more idea's?" Cindy nodded.
This afternoon I managed to spend time with Did again. He was real nice and quiet, doing his lazy saturday afternoon droopy sleepy thing. I started to brush him and he stood nice and still. I spent some time doing my usual fondling and he started to get nice and hard for me. Not rock hard yet, but real long. I think I know why he gets shitty in the evenings as of the past few days. I don't think he is getting enough to eat. He gets BITCHY after he's done eating. But the afternoons it's REAL easy to get all his attention, cuz he's spending his time in doze mode.
I can't tell you their names because you would recognize who it is and such grand famous society women can't have that. Mr. Big told them nobody would find out and nobody will. Nobody knows anything about it, and when those fancy columns talk about them, always with pictures, of course, for these are young, beautiful, lovely aristocratic fashion ladies, nobody can imagine what they did. What we did to them. So I'll call them Mrs. X and Mrs. Y. But you know them, the young sleek fashionplates, slim, tan, smiling. Young Mrs. X and young Mrs. Y.
One of my recent acquisitions has begged for the privilege of having a scene described for the amusement (and envy) of all. The price he will pay for this privilege has already been decided: he will have to clean my house for me every day this week, cook all my meals and serve them to me, then eat at my feet, polish my boots, bathe me and dress me. He is only permitted to cum during this time at my occasional whim, if at all--and he will only be permitted to cum in one way.
Jeremy's first encounter with his sister Jennifer began when she was 12 and he was 14 years old. They were home alone and both bored. The storm that was going on had knocked out the cable TV so Jeremy went to his room and started glancing through a porno magazine that he had borrowed from a friend at school. He was sure this magazine was illegal because the models in it were his age, some appeared even younger. All of the writing was in German but he liked to fantasize about some of the girls being from his own school.
In the early 70s when I was 15 years old, my dad was sent to South Carolina as the construction superintendent of a new paper mill. The plan was to pack our clothes and essentials and to rent a furnished apartment for the nine month project. We drove out to the small town of Rock Hill and arrived late around midnight. The car had a flat tire in front of a small motel a mile from where dad had made reservations. The old couple who ran the motel were out front and told dad just to stay there for the night.
The next day I got home from school and ran back into the bedroom. The door of the bathroom was open and mom was sitting on the closed toilet seat with her legs spread. She had a razor on the sink and was spreading shaving cream on her pussy. When she saw me, she almost reached up and closed the door, then instead smiled, leaned back and called me to come into the bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom my cock was growing rapidly in my jeans.
First of all, thank you for all your encouragement for part 1 of this story. Several people have asked if the story is true or fiction. The answer is, the basis is true. My family did move, did run the motel and I did share a room with my parents. A major part of each intimate moments my parents shared was telling each other fantasy stories. Years later those stories are still vivid in my mind and have provided fodder for these chapters. I have simply placed myself in the middle of their fantasies. Did I ever have "real personal" fun at the motel that summer? The answer is a resounding YES. When I write those chapters, I will be sure to tell you. did my parents ever "really" live out those fantasies? Again the answer is YES. I will point those points out as well.
As mom started towards the back bedroom, my dad stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. He shouted to mom, "Judy, put on a real sexy outfit and we'll be there in a minute." Dad motioned for me to sit down at the dinnette and reached into the kitchen cabinet for a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured a stiff amount into a highball glass and gulped it down in one swig. Slowly he looked over at me and asked, "How you doin' with all this?"
Our story began twenty nine years ago in the summer of 1967. I was twelve years old and Mary had just turned eleven. We were born only thirteen months apart and had always been good friends and playmates. We lived in a mid-sized industrial city in the upper south. Although we lived in a suburban area, none of the kids who lived real close to us were our age. We had been born at the end of the baby boom, and most of the neighbor's kids were in high school and starting college. Our father was an engineer at the big industrial plant in town, and our mother stayed at home with us. We lived in a modest split level house. Our bedrooms shared a common bath at the end of the hall..
This is an account of my earliest, and most vivid, sexual experience. Although intercourse never occurred, it was, for a just-13 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 thirteen. 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. Of course, I'd learned to masturbate and did so all the time. It's hard to remember exactly what I fantasized over, but I vaguely remember thoughts about a certain eighth grade teacher of mine.
"Sit down, Miss Tully." "I'd rather stand, sir. Look, I know what you saw --" "I don't want to hear it, Miss Tully. Such behavior is unforgivable. Do you know what it could do to this firm if anybody had --" "I know, and I'm sorry. But it wasn't my fault, Mr. Daniels. I just had no choice. If you --" "That's enough. Nothing can excuse what I saw. And nothing can compensate for it. I'm going to have to fire you, Miss Tully. You can --"
My wife, Tami, was back taking a long hot shower. I took out our personal xxx video popped it in the VCR and hit the play button. First, she did a long strip tease, then we got down to some serious fucking and sucking. As I was eating her to a series of multiple orgasms she walked into the room wearing her black teddy. Curling up next to me she watched as she moaned and bucked her hips in pleasure. As the film went on I pushed her legs back and apart, positioned myself and guided my shaft between her cunt lips.
Mary Richards stretched, yawned, and moaned. She sat up in her bed, her bright red silk nightie clinging to her body. She looked over at the alarm clock, just as it went off. She reached over and turned it off, smiling to herself. Sliding to the side of the bed, she put her feet into slippers and stood up. She picked up her robe from the chair, and slipped into it. She folded her blanket, picked up her pillows and put them in the closet, then folded the sofa-bed up and replaced the cushions.
Barbara sat back on the floor to catch her breath after the black pounding that just took place. Two more guys were unable to wait any longer after the show they had just seen. While Barbara rested on her elbows with head back, they just shot their loads over her face drenching her with their hot cream. Barbara just stayed there as they emptied their cocks on her face and watched their spunk drip down her cheeks and chin. Each one of them smeared the fresh cum around her face with their cocks pausing from time to time to feed the cum to Barbara with their glistening rods. She licked it from their cocks until most of jizz was somewhat cleaned off. The little that was left started to dry on her face.
The next day I was in my photo studio reviewing many of my pictures from the night before. Barbara was truly amazing last night. Only a couple days ago she was here being photographed and agreed to entertain at the frat party. I couldn't get her out of my mind. What I thought to be a nice, innocent model trying to break into the profession, turned out to have a wild sexual appetite beyond my wildest imagination.
When Barbara awoke she looked out the front window to see where she was. The van was parked at what looked like a farm. There was a barn off in the distance and from the van Barbara could see plenty of open fields, some planted and some not. There wasn't a house as far as she could see. This place was in the middle of nowhere. This must be the prison farm Jake spoke of where all the inmates worked. Jake and his friend weren't around, she figured they must be off getting their friends for the good time he bragged about. Still Barbara was handcuffed to the van seat and still naked from the night before. There wasn't much to do but wait. The clock on the dashboard read 8:00 am and Barbara was getting uncomfortable from being restrained all night.
It was a dark and stormy night at 1313 Mockingbird Drive. But then, it was ALWAYS a dark and stormy night at the home of Herman and Lily Munster. Grampa stood by the front windows, staring out at the driving rain. "What a wonderful night," sighed Grampa. "Isn't it?" smiled Lily, who had slipped up behind Grampa. "I think I'll go out and hang out with the guys down at the courthouse," Grampa grinned. "There's a lovely bell-tower there." "That would be nice," Lily smiled at him. "Eddie's spending the night with the Addamses, and Marilyn's out on a date."
When I got home from work that afternoon I took off my coat and headed straight for the bedroom. It was my birthday, and so fully expected to find my wife dressed in something sexy to surprise me with, perhaps a new toy to play with, or a new game to play. It was tradition. As I started up the stairs I heard her call, "Darren, is that you? I'm upstairs in our room. I have your present." This year her "birthday suit" was a turquoise silk number, bra and panties, the filmy bra cut low, barely containing her large breasts, her large brown areola peeking out of the top and the nipples themselves pointing through the fabric. The panties were cut high showing off her long muscular legs, and through the tiny pouch of fabric I could see that she had shaved her pubic hair sometime that day.
It was Sunday in the Bundy household and all was quiet. The time was just before noon. Al was at shoe store having a sale: Buy one pair, get second at half price. Al would mumble about "covering all four hooves". Peggy was at the mall spending the money that Al would not make for about five months. Peg would tease Al about spending his money faster than he could make it.
It was Sunday in the Bundy household and all was quiet. The time was just before noon. Al was at shoe store having a sale : Buy one pair, get second at half price. Al would mumble about "covering all four hooves". Peggy was at the mall spending the money that Al would not make four about five months. Peg would tease Al about spending his money faster than he could make it. Bud was out early. Peeping through windows for what amounted to his sex live. Although, this was not quite the same since Steve Rhodes left his wife Marcy. They were a real kinky couple. The costumes they used were really something (But, the Cindy Brady meets Captain Kirk thing was little to weird). Jefferson Darcy, Marcy's new husband, is not nearly as creative. Just whips, chains and spankings. But Marcy never really hurts him.
(Based on the episode of Married with Children when the little aliens came down for Al Bundy's socks to power their ships...this time they are not cumming for socks!) It was Sunday in the Bundy household and all was quiet. The time was just before noon. Al was at shoe store having a sale : Buy one pair, get second at half price. Al would mumble about "covering all four hooves". Peggy was at the mall spending the money that Al would not make four about five months. Peg would tease Al about spending his money faster than he could make it.
It all started when my wife was out of town for a conference leaving me and my 18 year old daughter at home. My wife left on a Saturday evening, and the next morning, I was lounging in bed reading the Sunday paper. My daughter, as she often had done with her mother and me, came into the room and crawled into bed beside me. She complained about having a stomach ache, and I was rubbing lightly over her "tummy". Unintentionally, my finger tips brushed the bottom of her breasts. Realizing what I'd done, I quickly moved my hand down, but it was taken by my daughter's hand and moved back up over one breast.
The three of us--myself, my wife Helen and our daughter Jennifer--lay there in the bed looking from one to the other. Helen's hand was moving slowly up and down the length of my cock; Jenni had just reached for her mother's breasts, and I, to show my choice, covered Jenni's cunt with a palm. No words were necessary. We had made our decision! "Hey, you two!", Jenni, our self appointed director, exclaimed, "If we're going to do this, let's get started. I'm ready! There's something I'd like to do as a beginning to our...uh...what shall we call it? ... 'sexual bonding'... That's it!
I'm 29, now a young widow. My wonderful wife died six months ago, a truly early victim of breast cancer. Left me to raise our 9 year old daughter Amy alone. Being a doctor the finances aren't a concern, but It sure scares me. We both took it pretty hard, but we're slowly adapting. Amy's been great. At first I almost let her take over the house but then realized that wasn't fair. Now we share the chores, although she had to teach me how to do the laundry like her mom had taught her. Sometimes she gets up before me and has breakfast ready, sometimes I do. We share cooking supper, making salads to together, barbecuing when we feel like it. We shop, clean, and do the yard together too. We love playing video games although she beats the heck out of me most of the time. There's lots of things we do together.
I have always been very close to my mother. Since I was her only child, my mother has always spoiled me rotten, always making sure I got whatever I wanted. My father died when I was 17 and for my 18th birthday, Mommy gave me the gift of my life. My birthday fell on a Sunday and Mom decided to take me to our secluded Vermont cabin to celebrate for the entire weekend. We fished, did some hiking, camped out, and ate roasted fish in the beautiful night under the full moon.
I have always been very close to my mother. Since I was her only child, my mother has always spoiled me rotten, always making sure I got whatever I wanted. My father died when I was 17 and for my 18th birthday, Mommy gave me the gift of my life. My birthday fell on a Sunday and Mom decided to take me to our secluded Vermont cabin to celebrate for the entire weekend. We fished, did some hiking, camped out, and ate roasted fish in the beautiful night under the full moon.
I loved Susan, my wife, with all of my heart. She gave me the best ten years I could ever have asked for as well as three wonderful children. I was totally devoted to her and astounded that I could have been so fortunate as to have won her heart. One night she had an accident on the road. I almost died of grief. If not for my children, I would have committed suicide. I couldn't go on without her, but couldn't abandon my children.
I loved Susan, my wife, with all of my heart. She gave me the best ten years I could ever have asked for as well as three wonderful children. I was totally devoted to her and astounded that I could have been so fortunate as to have won her heart. One night she had an accident on the road. I almost died of grief. If not for my children, I would have committed suicide. I couldn't go on without her, but couldn't abandon my children.
I didn't come from a rich family. As it turns out, I did come from a horny family. It was mid-February of 1989, a month after my twenty-third birthday. I had come to New York for a vacation. I'd just spent the twelve months since getting my B.A. by earning my Masters. As with my first four years of college, I had supplemented a very small scholarship with very large loans and whatever part-time work I could find, usually word-processing.
I have a cousin, Barb, three years older than me. Ever since I can remember she always wanted to play house! We visited her family one Christmas. Barb and I sneaked into the closet in her room to play the old "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine" game. She lived a fair distance away so I didn't often see her. Once my family visited Barb's family for a couple of days during summer vacation. Our parents went to a party one night and left Barb to watch us. She was twelve years old. Her younger brother Chris, and I could only stay up until nine o'clock. I guess I was about eight. Barb told us since she was in charge we had to do whatever she said! She allowed us to stay up late, but only if we played a game of "cards" with her.
My cousin and I room together at school, and thanks to hanging around with him I've had some wild experiences with a lot of women. But this last summer on vacation, I had an experience that I never thought would have been possible. It all began on a Friday night at a dull party put on by my cousin's parents. The people there were all family and friends of our folks, and my evening started out really dull. Thanks to my cousin, however, it didn't stay dull for long.
As Laura walked in the door from school, she noticed dad and mom were in the kitchen talking. Dad had the week off from work, and she would sure be glad when he went back; seems like everytime he takes time off, he gets all caught up with his 'things to do' and starts creating a list of 'things to do' for her! Hopefully, they were not in the kitchen discussing what other things they could find to keep her busy, she thought. They seem so busy these days being concerned about how she spent her time, and making sure she had enough 'wholesome' activities to keep her occupied; she wondered if they would always do that until she was 18! Oh no, she thought--as she headed up the stairs to her room--can I take another 2 years of this?!
It is Friday night and Linda, my wife, was playing in a tennis tournament out of town and wouldn't be home until late. She played in tournaments a couple of times a month and when it was convenient I always went as I enjoyed watching her play. This was an all day tournament so I decided to pass. I thought Courtney, our sixteen year old daughter, would have a date and I would have the house to myself to read and take life easy. All I wanted to do was rest.
My Daughter When I gave birth to my daughter I became very ill. So ill in fact that I didn't get out of hospital for several years. My daughter was taken from me from the beginning and I only ever saw photo's of her. She was fifteen when I was released from the mental hospital, you see, the pain of giving birth had made me close my mind to the outside world and the doctors decided after many weeks, that I would be better off in a mental institution.
To begin, I have two children both daughters. I wanted more children, especially a son but my wife refused. At this time the oldest, Sharon is nineteen. Her birthday is March 12. Alice the youngest is fifteen. Her birthday is September 12th. Sharon is five - five, 123 pounds. She has brown hair, hazel eyes and is pretty but not beautiful. She resembles her mother. Her measurements are 34B - 26- 38. Alice is five - three, 116 pounds. She has dark blond hair, green eyes and is very pretty. She resembles me. I would say beautiful but I'm biased. Her measurements are 32B - 24 - 34.
August 12, Dear Diary, Well, Summer's almost over and school is about to start back up again. So now I'll be in 6th grade; I sure hope that the teachers are better this year. Why do they have to treat us like we're so stupid? I don't know if I can stand another year of boring grammar exercises and boring teachers who don't care about anything but keeping us under control?
It was about two months ago when the document came. We hadn't had the fax machine very long and not many people knew the number, so I expected before I even read it that it was from Jim. It was a copy of a photograph of a very attractive blonde and a note from my friend. The note read as follows: "Hey there, ole buddy....shakes to you. Thought you might like this picture of a girl I met recently. She's the one you've been looking for, I promise.
Long yellow hair my Dolly had, long, long yellow hair. Hanging down past her waist it was, that soft, straight yellow hair, bouncing and shaking with all Dolly's sensuous and sensationa motions. Sensuous and sensational, too, were Dolly's legs. not yellow, but long and tan and fabulous.
I had never really known my sister Robbi, she moved out of the house when I was 3. No one in my family ever discussed her reasons for moving out at 14, and I never asked. My parents never talked about her, except to say that she was living a few hundred miles away. Every once in a while we'd receive a letter, but there was never a return address. As I got older, oh, around 13, she came to visit us with some of her friends. None of us knew they were coming, so when a '64 Fairlane pulled into the driveway and three dirty looking bikers got out, we had no idea who it was. The last person out of the car was a girl. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes and beautiful firm tits. She had a slutty look about her, and she looked like she could use a bath. This was my first recollection of my sister. She was the coolest chick I'd ever seen!
My exwife Susan called me up Saturday night and I knew right away that she had been drinking alot. She is a real cold bitch when she is sober but when she gets drunk she gets so horny she cant stand it. Well this night our son Chris was staying the night with her, he spends 90% of his time at my house because of football and other stuff he and I are into. Chris is just entering puberty and is very curious about sex. Susan had remarked on more than one ccasion that Chris had surprised her in the kitchen with an around from back, tit squeezing hug and pronounced I love you mom and I sure am horny!!!!
It was a hot summer day in school, and we got an early release due to the incredible heat. The minute the bell rang I took off and rode my bicycle home light speed. The minute I got home, I opened the door and heard Punchy, my dog, running and barking towards me. I walked into my room, took my shoes and socks off, and turned the fan on maximum. While caressing Punchy, I whistled once, to Jadie, my second dog. I then heard her barking next door, from inside Beth's room, my Incredibly pest big sister, who probably wouldn't let Jadie out.
It seemed like I had known Kelly forever. We had grown up together. We played together as children, and later we dated. We seemed destined to be together. Her body was perfect. No matter how much she complained about her red hair being the wrong color, or that her lucious 36C breasts were too small, or her high, firm ass was getting fat, all I saw was a goddess. As we neared graduation from High School, things changed. We began to fight. She constantly insisted that we get married. Me, being the overgrown child of a man that I was, staunchly refused. At that point in my life, I was terrified to be married. We decided to break up, and in a fit of depression, I joined the Marines.
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 Jenny. Jenny's nickname was "Pretty Woman", not that she looked like Julia Roberts or anything. (I thought Jenny was prettier!) It was just that she was so pretty and that song was her favorite. I was proud of the fact that everyone called her "Pretty Woman" at school, and even after we were in college and high school silliness was forgotten, I sometimes used her nickname.
I peeked through the small hole that I had strategically drilled through the bedroom wall, as I watched Kelly stroke her long, beautiful hair with the brush. It had become an almost nightly ritual since nearly 3 years ago when her mother and I got married. As soon as I would hear the water from the shower shut off, I would head for my study, which was right next to Kelly's room, telling my wife I had some work to do. In reality, I would take down the picture that covered the small hole in the wall, and watch my young stepdaughter drying herself, then getting dressed in her night-clothes. The part I liked best, was watching her pull her little panties up over her smooth ass and tiny slit.
I love my husband. He is a good father to my children, he is attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and enjoy being with each other. Our sex life is won derful. I never thought that I would cheat on him, but sometimes, things "just happen". Keith has to travel often, in his job. During one such trip, the children were out of school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my co- workers decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered to give him a ride. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about that.
I had just turned 22 when Paula and I married. We had been high school sweethearts and from the moment we met we knew that we were destined for each other. I graduated from college, started a computer consulting business and after a year or so had enough money coming in that we felt able to start a family. And start a family we did. Over the next seven years we had a boy, Steven, a girl, Susan, another girl, Stephanie, twin girls, Samantha, another girl, Sadie and despite wanting another boy, we gave up trying. Having our own girls' basketball team was enough.
I had just turned 22 when Paula and I married. We had been high school sweethearts and from the moment we met we knew that we were destined for each other. I graduated from college, started a computer consulting business and after a year or so had enough money coming in that we felt able to start a family. And start a family we did. Over the next seven years we had a boy, Steven, a girl, Susan, another girl, Stephanie, twin girls, Samantha, another girl, Sadie and despite wanting another boy, we gave up trying. Having our own girls' basketball team was enough.
My journey to the deepest and sweetest love I have ever known began with the saddest event of my life. It was the death of my beautiful wife. She was the first woman to ever show me the joys of sex. It began when I came to Addelson High School to fix their computers. A lovely young girl was nice enough to show me where the computers were. Her name was Amy. She was 17 years old. I immediatly fell in love with her. I was 35 years old and knew that my feelings were rediculous and silly.
'How are the little ones ?', she asked. Mrs Purre looked at me with a warmish smile. 'All three of them are in good health.', I answered automatic- ally. Since my wife left me, I've been asked that question so many times, that I don't even bother to think before answering. It's none of their business anyway. 'It's nice to hear that, it seems, that these days ...'.I again automatically interrupted her:'I'm terribly sorry, but I am in kind of a hurry and ...'. 'Oh, but I understand. A father on his own has to do the work of two. I always say ...'. I can only guess, what she always says, because I had already walked away, acting as if I was in a hurry.
At thirteen, my little neice Melanie is a knock-out, a real true- life beauty. She started maturing early and is now five-two, with 34-22-32 measurements on a one-hundred pound body. With her flawless complexion, long auburn hair, and startlingly deep hazel eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a youthful model, perfectly exemplifying all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.
My journey to the deepest and sweetest love I have ever known began with the saddest event of my life. It was the death of my beautiful wife. She was the first woman to ever show me the joys of sex. It began when I came to Addelson High School to fix their computers. A lovely young girl was nice enough to show me where the computers were. Her name was Amy. She was 17 years old. I immediatly fell in love with her. I was 35 years old and knew that my feelings were rediculous and silly. After I told her my name she didn't call me "Mr Lecy" but she called me "Bill". The way she said it made my head swim.
I got married early, to a guy I thought I was in love with. I became pregnant almost immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl. For the first couple of years my marriage was perfect, but then my Brad, my husband, lost his job. He began to drink heavily, and the bills went unpaid. He began to get angry and sullen, and started snarling and cursing me at the slightest provocation. Then, one day, he hit me. It was only a slap, but sent me flying back against the wall. From then on every time he was around me I walked on eggshells, fearful and worried. Several more times he hit me. At first they were slaps, then he started punching me.
My name is Pamela and this is the story of my sister's tits, and how she became the most powerful woman alive (and my owner). You see, my sister isn't pregnant, but her breasts produce milk. This isn't any ordinary mother's milk, though. Anyone who is unfortunate enough to taste this milk becomes my sister's helpless slave, incapable of disobeying her. But we shouldn't skip ahead, lets start at the beginning...
"Oh god, here she is again", I mumbled to myself as Cheryl, my fifteen year old daughter walked down the stairs into the living room where I was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a short white T-shirt, and a pair of pale pink nylon panties, trimmed with lace; nothing else. As she came down the stairs, her young breasts, firm as they were, could not resist bouncing, proving to anyone who watched that she was wearing nothing to support them under the T-shirt.
The big house was deathly quiet except for a small, scuffling sound. "Wilson?" I called. The scuffling increased in volume, changing into a soft kicking sound that was definitely human in origin. I hurried into the main living room, where I discovered the butler tied up on the expensive leather sofa. One look, and I knew how he'd been caught. He was completely dressed, except that his soft, still-glistening cock was poking out through his open fly.
My wife and I have always discussed our fantasies and used them in our lovemaking. I have often thought of her with other men, and often during sex she will act as if she has just come back from getting fucked by someone whom she had let pick her up. This had never become reality, though she had shown great interest in it.
Hi! -- This is Lisa speaking to you now. In our last installment, my husband wrote to tell you how we introduced ourselves to wife-sharing and gang-banging, particularly with well-hung black men. Since then, we have had many exciting erotic adventures, and avail ourselves of every opportunity to indulge our kinky habits. You remember I told my husband that if he wanted to see me getting screwed by other men then he would get to see it often. Well, as my husband can attest, I have more than kept my word, letting eager studs fill me over and over again while he watches and joins in. We have even advertised in swinger's magazines for horny men to do me. One of us will have to write about the scene that ensued the first time we did this. However, this time I want to tell you about another great first for us, one that I found really thrilling.
I loved Susan, my wife, with all of my heart. She gave me the best ten years I could ever have asked for as well as three wonderful children. I was totally devoted to her and astounded that I could have been so fortunate as to have won her heart. One night she had an accident on the road. I almost died of grief. If not for my children, I would have committed suicide. I couldn't go on without her, but couldn't abandon my children.
I am 36 years old. I am hurting, and have been for sometime. My life is divided in to 18 year cycles, the first 18 years of my life and the last 18years. The last 18 is fairly easy to relate. I hurt a lot emotionally; have never had a sucessful relationship with a woman; never married; never had children; never a lot of important things that most well adjusted men should have by age 36. I am a consultant to the aerospace industry, lived in the midwest, grew up in the midwest with old fashion midwestern type values. I have an older sister and she and I were the only children. Mom and Dad were loving and careing and we all got along well; had the usual arguments and fights about the things kids and teens do, but were happier than most.
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