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2001plus Stories
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I'm not a cruel man. At least I like to think not. Since I invented the Gizmo, I've not used it (as I could have) to revenge myself on the teacher who humiliated me when I was twelve or the girls (many girls) who humiliated me when I was sixteen. And twenty-two. And thirty- three. And I've even done some good. I've helped friends off drugs and alcohol. (Without telling them how I was helping, of course.) And the Police have been delighted with the sudden spate of unsought confessions and incriminating errors made by criminals in South East England in the past few years. I've enjoyed being the Scourge of Criminals: the secret Avenger and Righter of Wrongs.
The spring sunshine was bright and the flirtatious west wind brought a whiff of salt air to her nostrils as Jill Conklin stepped out the door of the garrish pink stucco house on Bay Street and headed down the hill towards Aquatic Park, a battered wooden paint box and large sketch pad under one arm, a webbed folding chair and wooden stool under the other one. She felt an exuberance bubbling through her young body and a curious sense of anticipation, as though something were about to happen. She had felt it since she first awoke in the musty, rose wallpapered room she rented in the eccentric widow's home.
Teenaged Carol Ardmore stretched out nakedly on the air mattress directly beneath the skylight, sighing with pleasure as the bright noonday sun played over her young body. She slipped one hand down to her crotch and began to finger her horny little pussy. It had been a couple of days since she had been fucked, and the knowledge that she was alone in the house with her handsome father made her breathing grow faster. She felt a hot tin-gling sensation deep in her cunt as it radiated out through her entire body, filling the girl with a pounding desire that she knew only a big cock could satisfy.
Thirty-one year old Nancy and her lover, Cheryl had just finished making love and were laying together in the bed holding each other. Their love-making had lasted for hours until early morning. The two of them had been lovers for years now and always got together on Friday night for their usual love-making although at times, when passions soared to new heights, they did engage in some rather unusual practices. The biggest unusual practise happened this particular morning, before daylight when Nancy's eleven year old daughter stumbled into their room.
Yosemite Park is beautiful. Mountains, valleys, water falls and warm springs all beckon to your inner nature. It beats the hell out of the city rat race. You feel like getting lost here and never going back. Only the rest of the tourists spoil the natural beauty. You look closely at your guide map for the nature trails. Maybe if you follow a hiking trail you can get away from the crowds. You take your time choosing ... and pick the one with the least "photo opportunities." It is not hard to find. It is also rougher than the other paved paths. It is too much to hope that you would have it all to yourself ... in fact you could hear a woman's laughter up ahead. But it is better than nothing.
After fucking myself silly with Tom, his wife Cindy and their kids Bill and Diane we drove back to the campsite to rest and prepare supper. I was still sucking Bill's cock when we reached the secluded campsite deep in the woods. Bill finally woke up about 10 minutes before we arrived and by the time we pulled up his cock was hard and ready for some more fun. When I looked up I saw a large RV parked in the campsite and my hopes for a hot time started to fade.
Alicia Anderson wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant -- that decrepit old bag on the soap opera Alicia sat here watching as the rain poured down outside -- was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the young stableboy who tended her husband's prize horses. The stableboy had to be at least a half century younger than Zenobia. Alicia she'd never be able to figure out the stableboy's lust for the old bag. She also knew that if there was any justice in the world, Zenobia would be caught in the act one of these days by her husband and banished forever from his luxurious estate.
A man is joined at his cottage by his niece, who's hot and looking for fun. She taunts and teases him with her body, finally driving him into spanking her, which begins a wild session of sex. When you own a cottage, particularly if it's a good cottage, you come to expect friends and family to invite themselves over from time to time. I have a pretty good cottage up on an island filled lake in Northern New York. It's got three bedrooms, a dock, a small beach, and a terrific view of the lake.
Jerome Washington, Six Foot Eight inch center of the Southern Alabama screaming eagles was just coming off an unprecedented ten game scoring and rebounding record season. The arrogant, obnoxious superstar also considered himself very much the stud on the Southern campus. Alumni, teaching staff and of course the coeds of the school held him in great regard. He had put the small school in limelight; and that had put himself in the spotlight. The stud had caught the eye of the wife of the ever successful coach also. Mrs. Fisher was the sultry and typical Southern lady of elegance on the surface. Under the surface; under the covers Mrs. Fisher was the hottest woman on the campus. Besides her husband there were many in the small community that on various occasions received pleasures from the beautiful blonde vixen.
The Brotherhood of New Eden takes its name from the organization described in Jack Chalker's "Soul Rider" Science/Fantasy novels. Its goals are very similar to those described in Chalker's novels. Interested men are urged to read Mr. Chalker's novels with an open mind, paying particular attention to the creed, beliefs, and actions of the fictional Brotherhood. Mr. Chalker casts the Brotherhood as an evil group, the "enemy". But we reject this notion, wholeheartedly embracing the ideas and practices which Chalker calls "wrong".
I never considered myself to be a pervert in any way. In fact I had taken pride in how much I really did find women my own age attractive. I tended to like them on the petite side, however. A friend of mine once commented that most of my girlfriends looked like little girls. I used to just laugh it off. I liked 'em that way and that was all that mattered. So why would I start off by putting into question my sexual proclivity now? It is due to an experience that began this past summer when my 12 year old niece, Rita, came to stay with me.
Cathy Jella stood at her front window that looked out on the street in front of their home. Cathy was a beautiful full bodied female that loved life. Her life was about to expand a great deal. A huge moving van had just pulled up in front of the house next door... followed shortly a shiny new convertible with California plates. Cathy had not been the least bit unhappy to see the old neighbors go. They were a real pain in everyone's ass, not the least bit friendly. She hoped the new neighbors would be a bit friendlier.
Cathy and Bob slowly strolled homeward. At first they were both silent...waiting for the other to speak first. They were both introspective after this, their first experience at swinging. Then Bob broke the silence, "Cathy." "Yes darling" "Did you enjoy tonight?" "YEAH Bob, you know I did.... I loved it all,.... fucking Quin, fucking both you and Quin,...... eating Rita, I loved it all. I would like to have them over before next week though... maybe tomorrow night?"
Cathy had this look of unadulterated lust in her eyes as she slowly stroked two fingers up and down between the now wet outer labia of her gorgeous daughter. Deb had started to stir and moan as, even in her sleep, she enjoyed the way her Mom was playing with her young and very wet cunt.
Candy had knocked on her door late the previous day. As she entered and closed the door behind her she gave Rita a big smile and said, "It happened again Rita... even more this time." Rita told her to have a seat on the couch and then sat down beside her, Rita's knee touched Candy's leg lightly as Rita turned to face her.
For almost three years now, I'd had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass. Believe me, I've enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I'm only 20, I can't compare to him. However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about.
I live in a pretty normal suburban neighborhood, with pretty normalneighbors. Right next Door is a single mom, Claire and her two daughters.Cathy is 15 and Roni (short for Veronica) is 11. Claire also has a 13year old son, but he was living with his dad out of state.Cathy always hung out with her high school friends, so I didn't see muchof her. What I did see was outstanding. She would wear just the rightclothing to show off her perfectly shaped tits, slim waste, and littlebubble of an ass, and I'll admit it made me sighwith lustwhenever Isaw her cute, fresh young body in something new and sexy.
Jean Stevenson sat sipping champagne in the lounge aboard the luxurious private Lear jet that was speeding her over the ocean towards home. Home after three long years in South America three years of separation from her son ... three years away from all that was safe and familiar ... three years that had changed the course of her life. Jean's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of her new husband who had moved from behind to kiss her openly on the mouth. She was surprised, slightly embarrassed, but pleased by Tom's open display of affection.
Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon. His real name was Mark, but he was one of the loveliest Drag Queens in New York City. I had been dressing secretly at home in my mother's and sister's clothes for just over three years, but at 18 years old, I had never been in public as a woman. Margo lived now as a female, and could pass anywhere. I complimented "her" on it, and "she" said. "You could do just as well, you know." I was flattered, but not as sure as she was. "Come on," she said. "I'll show you!" We went to her apartment. We had been occasional lovers, so I had been there before, but this visit would be different.
Melissa, a 20 year old blond, had just been dropped off at the summer boarding school. Roberta, her mother, had used the lame excuse that Melissa needed some extra credits to get into college this coming fall. So here she was, in her room, tears in her eyes as she surveyed her simple room. There was only a single bed, a cot more or less and a dresser for her clothing. There was no shower, no wash stand or toilet, just the single bed and the dresser. A knock sounded at her door.
The raucous sing-song of squeaking springs vaguely filtered into my sub-conscious as I slipped in and out of a light, restless sleep. A slight breeze gently ruffled the curtain at my bedroom window as it tried to relieve the oppressive heat that had built up during the day. I glanced at the clock beside my bed. 5:30. Still a couple of hours before I had to get up. I turned over, trying to get back to sleep but the bedsprings seemed to get louder, more insistent. Soft, hushed sounds drifted from their bedroom. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a quiet but steady moaning mixed with the squeaking springs. Dad must be getting a morner, I thought as I covered my head with a pillow, trying to blank the sounds from my mind. It didn't work.
I had been living in the apartment building for three years. The two women had been next door for the past two. Over the course of time, we exchanged the typical pleasantries and small talk. Eventually we developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship. I would help them out if they needed some other heavy work done or if something needed fixing. They would reciprocate by presenting me with some delicious baked goodies, especially around the holidays. They also helped me dress up my apartment by suggesting things like plants, accent pillows and other such things so much more appreciated by women. They would even invite me over for dinner occasionally. The meal was always exceptional since Donna was a trained gourmet chef. (Or would that be chef-ess? chefette?)
If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one is a mystery to me . . . if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money. Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to Europe, taking with her her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie---they didn't even have a home to speak of.
"All right, Jill. It's humiliation time. I'm going to show you off." "Barry --" "What." "I don't want to." "I know that. That's what makes it fun." "Barry, if I --" "Jill." "I'm sorry. All right. I'm sorry." "Sit down. Now. Who do you think is the most unattractive boy in this school?" "Oh god -- Barry --" "Jill." "I'm sorry." "Truth, Jill. Only truth." "Yes, Barry." "Who is it?" "Nick Anastopalis." "All right. Call him." "I -- All right." "Tell him I'm inviting him to watch your humiliation." "Nick? It's Jill. Jill Darling. Barry is inviting you to watch my humiliation. Right now. All right."
This story is ultimately about my nieces, Melinda and Marian. We started playing around sexually when Melinda was about seven or eight years old and Marian was ... But maybe I better start at the beginning ... I had messed around with Melinda's and Marina's (my sister) when we were both kids, and, although it had gotten pretty intense at times, in the end it had just ended up being innocent fun. So I guess Lucy, my sister, never worried about what I would do with her daughters when she dropped them off for me to babysit. I've never told her that the girls and I have a sex life together, but I suspect she knows and just doesn't care.
When she was about eleven (and I was about 9), my sister Lucy began to develop breasts. At first, of course, she just had tiny swelling nipples, but pretty soon she grew impressive projecting towers -- at first mostly nipple flesh, but then growing further to include some underlying tissue as well. By the time she was in the seventh grade, she had these two-inch cones poking out under her tee-shirts like thimbles glued to her chest. Maybe it's because I played with them and sucked on them so much when they were growing, but Lucy still has a nipple area which projects substantially from the curve of her breast, even today, when her breasts are fully developed.
Maybe it's because of my pre-teen sexual adventures with my sister, but I've always been turned on by little girls. And I mean really young children. I chose my apartment at least in part because its second-floor window overlooks the playground of a Catholic girls school. I made sure I have a clear view of the playing fields, so I can eat my lunch on the balcony and watch little girls carelessly display their bare legs and filmy underpants while they clamber around the playground equipment just below. But I also took care to select the specific unit from which the upper windows of the school's athletic dressing rooms are accessible to my high-powered telescope and camera equipment.
My adult involvement with kiddie sex was pretty much limited to voyeurism until one day about three years ago, when my fondest dreams began to come true. As a professional author and an amateur photographer, I have to keep certain important items well-organized and readily-available. The chemicals and supplies in my darkroom are clearly labeled and safely stored. My hard disk is backed up regularly and the backups are stored in my rented storage shed. But I am generally a slob. My clothes tend to end up piled, rather than hung, and my bed develops a nest-like appearance as the week wears on. Although I love to cook, I hate to clean up my cooking, so preparing a wonderful Thai meal is almost not worth it unless I can figure out where to get a disposable wok.
As Maria, my cleaning lady, reluctantly released her practiced hold on my twitching prick, I knelt again before Rosa, her little daughter. Once more, the second-grader looked into my eyes in a trusting way. But her gaze quickly returned to the thick, vein-covered rod extending from the hairy nest at the bottom of my belly and drooping under its own weight to point right at her cotton-covered crotch.
One summer, during my first break from college I met a guy who happen to live in the same town as my aunt. In order to keep seeing him, I asked my aunt if I could stay with her during the summer. It worked out great, my aunt was happy to have me stay with her since she lived alone. I could talk with her about anything - college, guys, sex! She was very nice to me and genuinely was concerned about me.
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 arms around him and looked up into his eyes. Gently he bent his head down and softly touched his lips to hers.
The hunger was growing inside me again. The hunger had to be fed, demanding to be satisfied. I'd tried a thousand different ways to make that physical ache go away, but I knew there was only one way to truly and completely satisfy my Need. Driving down County Route Twelve, I saw my opportunity. She was walking in the breakdown lane, her tight little ass swaying with her gait. She looked delicious and vulnerable and I knew I would love raping and murdering this little girl. Slowing the car to match her stride, I hit the window switch and listened to it slide down on greased rails. A quick twist of a knob, and the radio faded out, Garth Brooks singing about the Rodeo.
During World War II, London, England was a world turned upside down. The constant bombing and fear of what might happen had made people fatalistic and many of the people had adopted the "live for today" attitude without regard to consequences. Many of the men were away at war or working night and day on defense jobs and many of the women, lonely without their men, had turned to other women for comfort and passion. Other women were glad that the men were scarce and they were eager to take advantage of the situation. The war also inspired people to help the country's defence in any way they could.
Kurt was bound to show us all that his word was law, his domination of our family a fact not to be opposed. But Nina was proud. At lunch Kurt asked Nina how old she was. Nina said sixteen. Kurt told her she had a good body. Nina said nothing. Mother bit her lip. Daddy looked sick. And Kurt, smiling, told Nina to take off her blouse. Nina looked around, flushing angrily, eyes blazing. Nobody said anything. Nobody looked at her.
I remember when I was seventeen my relationship with my mom changed. It was after we moved to New Jersey when my dad got a big promotion. We lived in a big house and had a lot of nice stuff but we didn't really know anybody there. Everything was a little strange to us then. My dad seemed to work constantly, and my mom had a lot of time on her hands, despite holding down a part time job. As for myself, I had always been shy around girls, and spent most of the time working out in the gym. Between lifting weights and my schoolwork it seemed like I didn't have much time for a social life. I thought about sex constantly, though.
Steve Makay was your average 17 year old gear-head. He had little time for anything but working on his 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS. He had an occasional girlfriend, but they soon got tired of competing with that damnned car, and he didn't much care one way or the other. He'd saved his money from summer jobs, and had finally been able to buy a LS7 454 Cubic Inch motor. It was one of the best looking and running cars around in his town, but it also had a small problem.
I felt my son's cock expand inside me and then the hot jets of his sperm as it hit the neck of my womb. I never wanted this to stop, I wanted to feel his cock in me all the time. My daughter and her friend were now writhing on the floor licking each other's cunt with relish, as if there was no tomorrow. I had never heard such profanities from my little girl before.
7:00 a.m. Friday, May 5 Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every morning, ahead of the alarm clock and her mother's urging. Megan was a good girl, the very picture of innocence at the tender age of 7. Her long, dark red hair fell almost to her slender waste, framing her pretty young face with its button nose and clear blue eyes. Her smile was the smile of a happy, innocent, well-adjusted little girl. She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser to get her clothes. She didn't stop to look at her slim, four foot three inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink nipples and hairless, smooth pussy. Megan could not know that her pink nipples and hairless pussy would soon become the center of attention.
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.
"Fran! Aren't you about packed yet?" Renee stood back to survey the mountain of luggage. Ye gads, she thought. It's only a two week Christmas vacation. She hugged herself. It was two weeks of freedom from the high school classes she taught. It was two weeks away from this manless town. "Fran! Hurry up!" "Coming." Renee's roommate came into the room mumbling around the hairpin in her mouth, pinning her honey blonde hair back with both hands.
Alicia Anderson wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant -- that decrepit old bag on the soap opera Alicia sat here watching as the rain poured down outside -- was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the young stableboy who tended her husband's prize horses.
The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alicia would have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away. Alicia would never get used to freeways.
The rain hadn't lessened any. It was dark as Alicia drove home from the health club. The raindrops refracted the glow from lights momentarily, then were swept aside by the rhythmically swishing wipers. Alicia drove in a daze, hardly able to believe she had been fucked at the spa, not wanting to even think about it. She just wanted to get home and shower the smell of of that boy off her, then soak in the hot-tub with a drink in one hand. She needed to pull herself together.
Alicia fled the basement in as state of disbelief bordering on shock. She'd always known that Mark was a girl- chaser, and that all the girls thought he was hot stuff. Even in grade school he had girls calling him all the time. She'd known he was hot with the girls, all right, but she'd never guessed just how hot. It was obvious that her son was sex maniac who had probably fucked every girl in his high school by now.
"This is great, Mom, I didn't know you were such a good cook." Alicia flipped over a pancake on the griddle. "Thank you, Ricky. How many more would you like?" "Six," Ricky said, licking maple syrup off his fingers. Alicia looked for a mischievous grin on the boy's face as a sign that he was kidding, but she saw only a boy intent upon licking the syrup off his fingers. She shrugged and flipped some more pancakes.
Alicia paced the floor of her bedroom, listening to the muffled sound of the piano music coming from downstairs. Her nervous excitement was so great that she had trouble thinking. She knew she ought to take a shower, then dress and make up the bed. She'd have to change the sheets. A puddle of Ricky's cum had formed under her crotch as she'd lain under him while he'd slept.
Two down and one to go! Those words kept pounding in Alicia's head like a chant shouted by cheerleaders. She hadn't showered. She hadn't dressed. The unmade bed with Ricky's cum on the sheet lay before her like a symbol, a symbol of her messed-up mind and soiled soul. She wandered around her bedroom, naked under her leopard-skin robe, sitting on the bed from time to time, sometimes leaning over to sniff the wet spot and get a whiff of Ricky's cum. The smell reminded her of the smell of the cleanser she'd used today to scour out the sink.
Alicia slept that night as if she'd died, having no dreams she could remember, never once waking during the night. After leaving Mark in the hot-tub to finish his soak, she'd gone straight to bed, not caring about anything except to sleep. She'd never experienced such a feeling of pleasant exhaustion, of complete relaxation. If the boys had tried to disturb her during the night, she hadn't heard them. She slept better than she had in many years, and she awoke starving.
This story is ultimately about my nieces, Melinda and Marian. We started playing around sexually when Melinda was about seven or eight years old and Marian was ... But maybe I better start at the beginning ... I had messed around with Melinda's and Marina's (my sister) when we were both kids, and, although it had gotten pretty intense at times, in the end it had just ended up being innocent fun. So I guess Lucy, my sister, never worried about what I would do with her daughters when she dropped them off for me to babysit. I've never told her that the girls and I have a sex life together, but I suspect she knows and just doesn't care.
"Do you remember what you said to me last month, Nora? When I said I found you attractive? Do you recall that?' "Yes. I recall that." "What was it you said then, Nora? Tell me. Tell me just exactly what you said. I want to hear it." "I said -- I think I said that I didn't find you --" "No, Nora. That wasn't exactly what you said. Tell me exactly. I'm sure you remember the words. Say it again, Nora. All of it. Go on."
Some of the courses one is required to take in college are absolutely unreal! Sociology is one of them. Sitting and trying to feign attentiveness while listening to some professor pedantically drone on about "Modes of Alienation" is surely beyond the threshold of endurance. As such, thoughts and eyes tend to wander to more stimulating subjects. My preoccupation in Sociology II was Norma. I had met Norma through a mutual friend at the beginning of the semester. When we discovered that we both had the same class, we naturally gravitated towards each other's familiar territory, sitting side-by-side in the same row. Norma was slim and leggy; her short hair was of a nondescript brownish hue.
I watched Dan as he swam up to our daughter. She was surrounded by her friends, Gayle, Carol and Doria. They were all the same age, thirteen and just about to become women in the sexual sense. Robby our son, who was fourteen was also amongst the crowd and I watched them as they frolicked in the water. When Dan got out of the water I noticed a lump in the front of his trunks. I smiled to myself as I thought about why he was hard. Could it be that those thirteen year old girls turned him on?
When Ruth Rogers set out on the hot July Saturday morning to go shopping with her daughter Mary, she had no idea what she was about to run into, how fate and coincidence would come to bring her worst fears into reality. She could never have dreamed how a simple, pleasant mall shopping trip could turn into such a nightmare. At the moment, though, her only concern was getting ready. Ruth loved to shop--not many women don't--but for her, it was even more fun. Her husband had died several years ago but left her more than enough to live comfortably. So shopping became something of a pasttime.
"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. So how's your day now? Still having a 'bad day'?" I giggle. "I'm having a wonderful day," you murmur gently, a soft breathiness coloring your voice. "Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" I taunt, giggling again. "UH oh," you smile in response. "Oh dear!" I sigh. "I forgot. I brought home some work I have to read before tomorrow. Why don't I clean up this stuff from dinner, and I'll get started on that work. You could go relax, read the paper, or take a shower or something. Sorry love, it's just a few hours of reading. I'll make it up to you later if you are patient."
Joe Garner was a graduate student. His specialty was the new field of Nanotechnology, which deals with creating microscopically-tiny machines. Machines so small that they can move individual atoms around; build and modify molecules, etc. The nanomachines can also be programmed, and they can build copies of themselves--so that the numbers of the tiny robots can become truly astronomical in a very short time. Joe was a brilliant student--a real "nerd". He was also somewhat pudgy and unattractive, which made him a complete social outcast, especially with the coeds on campus.
Sunlight glinted off the young, sun-bronzed bodies as they dashed through the trees, escaping the busy recreation areas of Camp Eden to their own private hideaway. Along the way, they passed several naked couples engaged in various stages of lovemaking, but gave them a respectfully wide berth as others would have for them. At Camp Eden, sex was accepted as a natural activity for people of all ages and privacy was more of a perception than a reality. If people went out of the public areas of the camp, they were considered by everyone else to be invisible.
Well I guess we weren't exactly a nudist family. My family just didn't make any fuss about about nudity the whole time I was growing up. We never closed doors. If someone was in the bath room and someone else wanted to come in it was OK and we just didn't think anything about it. If we were changing clothes or something, then that was just the way it was, no one cared. We didn't exactly run around naked, but if we were in front of each other that was perfectly all right too. Another thing, my parents never closed the door of their bedroom, even if they were making love. They didn't just flaunt it, but if I saw them, they never seemed to mind. So I guess you could technically say we weren't a practicing nudist family, but we did see a lot of each other naked.
'Are you sure you two will be alright, dear.' 'We'll be fine, Mummy', Sarah assured her mother. 'O.K., well I'll only be next door if you need me. There's some juice in the fridge if you or Simon want some. So saying, Mrs Summers left her daughter and friend alone. 'Let's go upstairs and play some games', Sarah suggested and Simon agreed eagerly. The two 8 year olds had know each other since babies, and were the best of friends, but Simon had moved to County Durham two years ago and he was now back to stay with Sarah's family for a two week holiday.
Lakeside is a small town by any standards, and the nearest “big city” (where they actually have an all night convenience store and a fast food restaurant) is about 70 miles away. Since there is no hospital or clinic in Lakeside, the one doctors office can get quite busy during flu season. The doctor had just hired an extra nurse, and all of the exam rooms (including the pediatric room and gynecological room) were rotated into use to take the pressure off of the 6 seat waiting room. The new nurse seem efficient even though she was a bit overwhelmed, being her first day on the job.
I'd like to tell you about how my wife fell for a young Black boy and she's so in love with him, she's having his baby. She finds much more satisfaction with him than ever with me because of the way he makes love to her and the sheer size of the cock he fills her with - its huge. We took in an exchange student to help with the rent. He was a Black boy from Uganda. Now I'd had visions that all Black men are tall, muscular and good-looking but Efan was none of these things.
My husband John is 41 and over-sexed and I am not. It's a job to keep up with him sometimes so at least once a week I have to wank him. He likes taking nude photos of me too. Anyway, on the summer holidays, he takes me to beaches where we can sunbathe nude and I love him to play with my cunt as I lie naked in the sun and he loves to show me off. If a chap comes up to talk to us and I don't cover up, he gets quite turned on and if I like the look of the chap, I'll ask my John to oil me and nine times out of ten the other chap joins him. He likes taking photos of me nude with other men (with hard-ons.)
My own particular kink is to watch my wife, who is 36, being fucked by young boys of about 16. I travel into London each day for work and therefore have ample opportunity to contact many young boys kicking around the streets. They are only too pleased to sink their rampant young pricks between the warm, fleshy white thighs of an attractive, middle-aged woman. This invariably takes place in the car on a common or some other lonely open space. After being dubious at the beginning, my wife now loves it and seldom fails to reach a climax while having a fuck with the boys.
My wife was a virgin when we married but once she had tasted the fruit it was apparent she couldn't get enough. I began to suspect she was getting it elsewhere and one night she came home after a night out with the girls looking particularly dishevelled. When I tackled her about it, she admitted she had been with another man. Eventually she told me the whole story - she had been meeting with lots of different men on her nights out.
My story is about me watching my wife and a young lad having it off together. Up until that time, the thought of Hazel going with someone else had never entered my mind. It started one Thursday night - we were having a good session in bed and I had just given Hazel a good fucking when she said 'Would you like to see me being fucked by somebody else, somebody like young Mike?'
Since all the excitement last year when Hazel took Mike as a lover, our marriage and my life have turned topsy turvy. Hazel's more or less pushed me out of her life, and she's pregnant. Not by Mike I might add but by the new man who's moved in with us. And he's coloured. What's really upsetting me though is how can a white couple say that the husband is the father of his wife's baby when the baby comes out Black and you have a have a man living in your house who's also Black. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had happened like she planned and Mike had put her in the club. I could have easily claimed it was mine. But like all well laid plans, Hazel's went badly astray.
This is about an incident involving my wife Janine, myself and a very well-endowed Black guy called Jerome. The event which took place was the horniest experience of my life and may leave a legacy which both my wife and I may yet regret. Our sex life had become very humdrum and I often pestered Janine to be more adventurous in bed. She argued that we'd done most things in our seventeen years of married life short of involving other partners. I joked that we'd have to do that then and Janine shocked me by saying, "Yes please. As long as he's young, well endowed and Black."
I am writing this because reading this stuff on the 'net has given me the inspiration to let my wife go with other men. I'm 40 and Karen is 31. Her breasts are small, neat and firm. She has a slim waist with nice rounded hips and best of all, long horny legs. Karen has always been 'hot' but I'd known I hadn't been giving her enough for some time - especially when she's wanted a pillow under her bottom, halfway through. When I'd come, she would sit on my face so my tongue could reach the right spot to make her come. I'd never made Karen climax once on my prick and the fact that I couldn't give her a baby because of a previous vasectomy made it worse.
Me and my wife Emily got married four years ago and have enjoyed reading about cuckolded husbands, especially the ones where Black studs fuck the wives. They fueled our fantasies. For the last couple of years I had badgered her to give it a go herself to find out what makes Black guys so good. I became even more insistent when a Black youth joined the firm straight from college and became one of my apprentices last year. Carl was 18 but from his remarks and his way with girls, he was clearly very experienced at fucking them. I had seen that he was very well endowed by the bulge in his jeans and, on a couple of occasions in the toilets, had seen his cock. It was really massive even though only limp. I began imagining him getting it up Emily's pussy. I was seeing strong visions of my 28 year old wife enjoying it while I wanked.
My wife and I have had, throughout our 18 years of marriage, a very good sex relationship, discussing all aspects and indulging our desires and fantasies wherever practicable. So it neither shocked nor particularly surprised my wife Dawn when I showed her an ad in the personal column of a magazine and suggested contacting the advertiser. The ad was from a man who described himself as a superstud and offered to service wives with or without their husbands' being present. It was the sort of thing we had sometimes discussed and Dawn had indicated her willingness to have sex with another man providing he was attractive and presentable.
I'd concluded that a video camera, recorder and large-scale TV screen would be the ultimate way of enjoying the sight of my pretty wife, Sandra, fucking her backside off on screen. Imagine it, I thought, close up camera work, showing my throbbing tool delving where it loved, and multiple speakers around the room delivering the groaning sound accompaniment - we could pet and play with each other for hours using the playback!
I had suspected for some time that something was going on at my wife's work. She had started to wear stockings and suspenders and her best undies to work. My wife is 46 and still very attractive. She is quite heavily built, big 40" tits and a nice rounded belly. She has a lovely fat bottom and masses of black hair between her legs.
I would like to share a truly wonderful experience with you and in hopes that some of you will be able to shed some light on something I have never seen or heard of before. My name is Gina and I am 34 years old, my husband Julian is 36. We have been married for ten years and are in excellent condition. We are very secure in our sex-life. Julian is nicely hung at about seven inches and I get my fair share of lusty looks whether I'm in leotards, a bathing suit or street clothes. I have 36C breasts, a slim waist and Julian says the best arse and legs in London.
My wife is a very sexy and attractive 29-year-old, with really long legs, a lovely rounded bottom and high, firm B-cup breasts with terrific nipples. After a few drinks she can get really randy and we usually end up having some great sex. I have often fantasized about watching her fuck another man but until now we have never done anything about it.
It took me a long time to help my wife to get over her phobia about her mammoth breasts. Yes, they really are enormous, 44 inches of quivering ivory flesh. But they are very firm and topped by inch long nipples that just beg to be sucked. Little by little I helped her to become proud of her unusual bosom. I became friendly with a photographer who, on meeting my wife, exclaimed that he just had to photograph her. Of course, she refused at first but after a few weeks she agreed as long as I was present.
My wife Carol is intrigued by the high proportion of stories on the 'net that deal with threesomes and that so many husbands appear to gain a lot of pleasure from watching or hearing about their wives making love to other men. Naturally we have discussed the issue and Carol often teases me about it, encouraging me to imagine her screwing another man. I must admit that I have found the idea strangely erotic, particularly when she raises the subject when we are making love. Carol is very attractive and has a high sexual drive and I have always known that should the appropriate situation arise, and I agreed, she would need little encouragement to screw another man.
Last year, my wife Selena and I went on holiday to Florida. We arrived at Orlando airport around noon. Selena went off to the toiletsto change and freshen up before collecting our hire car. When she came back I let out a low whistle. She looked fantastic. She had changed out of her long summer dress and was wearing a tight fitting blouse with an equally tight knee length white skirt which showed off her fabulous legs and black seamed stockings to great advantage. She had also taken off her bra and her promi nent nipples, which capped her fabulous 42D breasts, were clearly visible, straining against the thin yellow material of her blouse.
We are in our late thirties and enjoy life to the full. We especially love hearing about husbands watching their wives being screwed by other men. My husband found it a real turn-on and often talked about seeing me with another man, although I wasn't sure that he'd find it so exciting if it really happened. I find young, pretty men very exciting, the androgenous kind, the ones you're not sure whether they are male or female, and I often fantasised about being screwed by one.
You may remember another story of our's called "Motel Mauling" and we thought you might be interested in our very first experience. Until the events described below, neither of us had had sex with anyone else. BILLIE: It's quite shocking to look at the events of the past few years and realize just how much our sex lives have changed. I had tried to interest Selena in the idea of swinging for some time, but she had always refused, saying that she'd cut off my prick before she saw me have sex with another woman.
Jane is 39 years old and has a 38-26-38 figure. Over the last couple of years we've invited a couple of lads to come to our home and have a really sexy time. The one I want to tell you about is the last lad who replied to one of our ads. When his letter and nude photo arrived, Jane knew right away that she was going to have a good time with him. He was 23 years old, very handsome, and was showing a good cock.
When I first saw Billie, bells rang and fireworks exploded. I was his to do whatever he liked with from that moment. One evening, after we had been married a couple of years, we went to a dance and both of us got very randy and couldn't wait, so we went into the car park and found a car that wasn't locked. He began to kiss me and it wasn't long before he had my blouse off and as I wasn't wearing a bra, it wasn't long before he was mauling my tits. His fingers pinched my nipples and then his mouth would ease the pain. That combination of pain and pleasure was irresistable and I came several times.
My wife has recently started working here in Copenhagen as a nightclub and restaurant belly-dancer. She learned belly-dancing as a means of overcoming shyness and because she likes the way it promotes the rounder, more womanly type of figure, which I can honestly say that she has. She says that this form of dancing allows a woman to expose herself in a way not usually possible nowadays; to display her body, breasts, belly and hips in an erotically charged dance for the benefit of both men and women, and most of all for the dancer herself.
We are a married couple in our late twenties/early thirties. We have been married for the last eleven years and both enjoy life, especially sex, to the maximum. We have tried swinging but what happened recently to us has changed our lives, and we love it. It all started when we were out for some fun. This particular club was new to us and we had gone there for dinner, to drink and to dance. It so happened that, as soon as we arrived, I went to the washroom while my wife went to the bar. When I returned, I couldn't find her. Looking for her, I eventually found her on the dance floor with this Asian guy who couldn't have been more than 30. I waited in the bar for the dance to finish, but when it did, my wife went with this guy to his table. I didn't know what to do, so I just waited in the bar.
Judith and I have been married about three years but the incident I'm about to describe took place 10 months ago. Judith had been on about trying another man and in the end she talked me into agreeing that she could go with someone, as long as he was a total stranger, that I was allowed to watch them and that he wore a condom - just as I had to. Judith told me that she wanted a Black man, to find out if all those stories were true.
My wife Heather and I have been married for just over 20 years. She is a very attractive woman of 41, has a perfect figure with firm breasts, long shapely legs, auburn hair and green eyes. She dresses well and is always immaculately groomed. She has a rather haughty look, reminding one of a fashion model. Men find her very attractive, if the looks are anything to go by.
Selena and the young Black man were stood against the miniature bar in the corner of the lounge. I was sat in my chair, in the recess furthest away from them. They were, of course, both fully aware of my presence, but never at any time did that have any effect either upon what they said to each other or what they did. There is no denying that Selena is a beautiful woman although she was certainly a lot older than her companion. She has long, sexy legs that flow into softly rounded thighs, curved buttocks and a flat, soft tummy. Her breasts though were her most outstanding feature. They were full and softly rounded, peaking to high tips that only emphasised the fact that she was braless. Just once glance at the deep, wide and plunging cleavage of her black cocktail dress confirmed that as a fact.
For many years now I have wanted to watch my wife in action with another man and at long last my dream has come true. Jean is 43 years old, 5'7" tall and measures 41-37-42. She has jet black hair and although I would not describe her as beautiful she is well above average. To my knowledge, she has had no other man but me. Sexually, she was nothing startling. We would fuck about once a week and although she occasionally allowed me to suck her, never once has she sucked me. As you can see, she was pretty naiv e.
My husband loves to see me performing with other men, but it all started completely by accident, we hadn't planned anything at all. It was about five years ago, not long after we were married. We decided to stay in one Saturday night and have a few drinks at home. We settled down in front of the TV for a lazy night but we got so bored we went out after all.
'Do you want a photo of it, mate?' His words brought me out of my reverie and I apologized to the youth alongside me in the pub toilet. Complimenting him on the size of his penis, I remarked that I had never seen such a big one. Rejoining my wife, I told her what I had just seen, pointing out the youth at the bar. Pat wanted me to describe it to her, which I did as best I could, and from her wriggling on the seat while I described the lad's equipment, I knew my wife was feeling randy. The youth, he was just 19, was on his own. Finishing his drink, he pulled some loose change, counting it before heading towards the door. Moving quickly, I intercepted him and asked if he'd join my wife and I for a drink.
Selena, my wife, and I had an amazing experience some years ago. It was like we were two innocents who arrived in Amsterdam. We did all the usual tourist haunts, eventually walking around the Red Light District. We were amazed by what was on offer. A doorman talked us into going into this very small club. He was very persuasive. We sat down at a small table and everything seemed rather dull. My wife was very nervous and she drank too much, too quickly, and she was soon very tiddly, giggling like a schoolgirl.
I would like to tell you about a very exciting experience which occurred to my wife Pat and myself whilst we were on holiday. We are both in our early forties. Pat is a very attractive blonde, 35-25-36. It was a complete surprise what happened, but very enjoyable and we will always remember it. Whilst shopping one day in a little Portuguese town, a man approached us in the street asking us if we were English. He followed us around, talking in very broken English, saying that he loved the English people.
I want to tell you all about my wife Lisa and her adventure with a much younger man. We've been married twenty years and have a daughter and younger son in their mid/late teens. I'm 42 and Lisa is 38. Lisa started to wear sexy clothes, short and tight, her figure is nice and slim and she has long, sexy legs. It's made her look attractive and horny and for proof she's managed to get herself in the club again and I'm not the father - its my son's friend! Over the years sex had become a chore for me. It got worse after my vasectomy six years ago. We tried all ways of livening up our sex life using imaginary situations which involved other partners. Soon Lisa discouraged the ideas I had of me having another woman.
We were looking through the contact section of a magazine when we came across a photo of a very attractive young man, with a super endowment, who was seeking to join a couple. There was something about him which really caught Selena's attention. We have entertained other men on a number of occasions now and it excites us both tremendously. Selena wrote off to him with a photo of herself showing off all her marvellous attributes.
Its funny how you don't always know someone despite being married to them. I always felt my wife was rather proper when it came to sex. Don't get me wrong, she is good in bed but after two years of marriage our sex life had dulled slightly. It was then that my parents died suddenly in a car crash. I am an only child and so was devastated, but not nearly as much as my Uncle Bill, my father's brother. He came round continuously to us for several weeks afterwards. Naturally, Cheryl, my wife, was a support to both of us.
My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her figure is good enough. A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very impressed and asked me to arrange it.
This is a true story of my wife's wild and sexy night out as she confessed to me. Denise had first met the two Arabs at work. They had stared at her and she'd felt stirring in her loins. She remembered how her grandmother had told her about the women of her generation being madly in love with Valentino after he'd starred in 'The Sheik'. Everyone kept telling her that she looked like her grandmother and seeing the handsome Arabs reinforced her sense of deja-vu.
One night last week my wife and I went for a stroll in the park. She said she had always wanted to make love out of doors but I said it was risky because someone might catch us. So she suggested the gent's toilet! I went to check it out and found it was empty so we went into a cubicle. I've never known her get so randy before. Within seconds she had my zip down and was sucking me off.
My wife Cathy and I have been married for twenty years but just recently our sex life has really taken off. It all started at a company social night when she was dancing with a 19 year old lad from our warehouse. She came back to our table and told me that he had been feeling her bum and grinding his cock against her. This had never happened before and at her age she was really turned on that a youth was attracted to her, a middle-aged woman and a mother of three children.
We had an experience some time ago that is still so fresh in our minds. The hot weather took us to the coast one Sunday and onto the beach. As usual, Selena had her bulging bikini on and received a lot of attention. I was trying hard to hide my erection as the men wandered past. There was one guy who paused for quite a while. He was very well built, nice tan and he looked like he had an absolute whopper in his trunks. Just as I was beginning to imagine Selena pulling those trunks down, his woman appeared and dragged him away!
My wife Annie and I have been married five years, I am 42 and Annie 32. We have a great sex life and often fantasize when making love. Annie has a thing about younger men and loves to make up stories about going to bed with young studs - say about 20 years old. The glorious discovery of a new, young body. That wonderful moment of the first time feel of a naked man. These thoughts get her so horny. Could it ever happen? I sometimes wished it would. The fantasy of sharing her was so erotic.
For a couple of years now, I have begun to fantasize about watching my wife have sex with another man and just lately the desire to make this happen has been growing stronger and stronger. In my fantasies, the man is always a well-built coloured guy with the biggest cock imaginable. I fantasise that he allows me to play with his cock before I help him to insert it into my wife. I imagine licking and sucking their genitals as they fuck, playing with his balls as I rub my own cock and watch as he spurts his thick semen inside her until it runs down her arse.
We have been reading all the stories on the net recently about married couples entertaining single men and we have begun to fantasize about this happening to us. My wife, Jessica, has particularly been pushing the boat out, especially when reading about all the well-hung men. She keeps commenting on the size of my penis, which is only 5" when fully erect and I realise that, in the love department, I am somewhat lacking.
My wife Marie is in her mid-40's and until the events I am about to describe had never had sex with another man to my knowledge. I had, of course, often fantasized about seeing another man doing her but nothing had ever come of it. One night, however, when we were at a night club she had had quite a lot to drink. I suppose you could say she was dressed rather conservatively, nothing too outrageous. I was at the bar getting drinks when I noticed a Black guy asking her to dance. I watched them on the dancefloor, he was a little pudgy but seemed to move quite well and I must admit I began to feel a bit horny. He showed her back to the table, thanked me and moved off. She seemed a little hot under the collar and when I asked her why, she confessed that during the clinches with the guy, she had detected something big and hard pressing into her.
Teenaged Carol Ardmore stretched out nakedly on the air mattress directly beneath the skylight, sighing with pleasure as the bright noonday sun played over her young body. She slipped one hand down to her crotch and began to finger her horny little pussy. It had been a couple of days since she had been fucked, and the knowledge that she was alone in the house with her handsome father made her breathing grow faster. She felt a hot tin-gling sensation deep in her cunt as it radiated out through her entire body, filling the girl with a pounding desire that she knew only a big cock could satisfy.
It all started out as a perfectly ordinary Saturday night--and ended up as a perfectly wonderful one, one which may have changed my lifestyle forever. Even tho I was 20, I often baby-sat for neighbors to earn enough money to continue my studies at the local college. Ours is an average, middle class neighborhood and the people are nice, though I have to admit that until that night I never thought of any of the people I worked for as sexy.
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 women's cunts, assholes and mouths and shooting their cum up their cunts, assholes and into their open mouths , and women getting down on each other ramming big dildos up each others cunts and assholes as they licked and sucked each others cunts, anus's and clits.
The two blonde, nude, teenage girls stood before Trevor. Behind them, a backdrop of deep blue tropical sky and deserted beach. Trevor's men had brought the girls on the boat and now stood by looking at the delectable youths who waited nervously, hand in hand, in the blazing sun. One of the girls, whose hair was braided in a single tail that ran down to the middle of her back, looked down at the hot sand. The other child's long golden mane waved in the breeze and her clear blue eyes stared back at Trevor brazenly.
As far as I know (or can remember), I have always been gay and zoo. Not that I've always accepted it. I remember an incident when I was five or six, going into a taxidermist's shop and feeling up a stuffed cougar that was there to see if it had anything. I can remember getting this weird thrill when I discovered that he did. I remember once being mortified by my foster mother discovering some sexy cartoons I had drawn at the tender age of 12 (two people 69ing) and wanting to sink through the floor as she questioned me about it.
Andrea is a world class head turner; she is a tall, slender, big-breasted dewey-eyed blonde whose face alone could have the Pope mumbling to himself. She is feminine to a fault: a fact demonstrated daily by the way she dresses, moves, talks, even tosses her hair when she laughs. Andrea is the stuff of dreams. Particularly mine. And I was determined to have her.
Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was, as Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long, casual, stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through the dimsum and the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching Andrea's eye. She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly, nodding her head oh so subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll do.
"Mr. Simpson, your daughter's here to see you.", announced Dave's secretary as she showed young Julie into her father's plush top-floor office. "Hi, honey! My, you do look pretty this morning," said Dave with a broad smile. He spoke in a fatherly voice for the benefit of his secretary, but the way his eyes travelled up and down over Julie's gorgeous young body was far from fatherly. The tight blouse she wore accentuated the youngster's tiny titties, and her form-hugging skirt was so short, it barely concealed the bottom of her tight little ass. Little wonder Dave couldn't keep his hands off his sexy young daughter... no red-blooded heterosexual male in his right mind could have!
I began feeling horny as the plane I was on brought me closer to home. I'd been gone four weeks and that was a long time to be away from my beautiful, sexy, sixteen-year-old sister Tina. Thinking about her had turned my prick into a bar of solid steel that pushed the front of my pants way out in front. The cute young stewardess noticed it and gave me an admiring smile. I knew the sight of my bulge had caused her pussy to start steaming and she wanted me to make a date with her, so she could take me someplace after we landed, take down her panties, haul out my big fat cock and ride it like a cowgirl at a rodeo.
We were camping, far away from home. The afternoon weather was sunny and bright. Then it was evening. Beth (my girlfriend) and I were at a campfire with a strange dark haired man. We listened intently to what he was saying. The man asked "If you could be anyone that you wanted for one week, who would you be?" I thought about it for a while, then I turned to Beth. "You my dear. And you would be, me." I said. "Then so shall it be." the man replied. I blinked. When I opened my eyes, I was in Beth's body. She was in mine. I looked down at my new body, absolutely shocked. I looked down. The legs in the mini-skirt were mine! I moved my legs. The sight of stockinged legs moving as I wanted excited me. The feel of the stockings rubbing against each other was so new. So sheer. And SO erotic.
My sister was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen when we were growing up. Jenny was only a little older than my eighteen years, but she matured long before I did. By the time my cock started reacting to female flesh, my sister had a body that was driving older boys and men crazy. To me, it was pure torture in my own home. My first hard- ons were caused by her. I don't know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Jenny as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet-dreams.
"I will have to admit that it is a very strange disease that your daughter has contracted. Until such time as her body has completely recovered, she will have to take the medication religiously every evening. Even the medicene required is strange and powerful. She will sleep normally and be fully aware but for all practical purposes . . ." the doctor mused for a moment, And this was just about the time that I stopped by the parlor door to easedrop.
It was the summer of 1961. I was 14, a student in junior high school. We lived in an affluent suburb of an upper midwest city, in a big old Edwardian three story brick house. My father was a very successful senior executive with a defense company, and our lifestyle was comfortable in the extreme. I was the eldest of 5, three girls and two boys. My mother was essentially a housewife, but my father's position dictated a very busy social life. They employed an older Irish lady to cook , keep house, and "mind" the youngsters.
A warm evening ... heading home from working late ... the weekend looming ahead, an uncharted expanse of time offering possibilities but no real excitement ... the long ride lulling him into a daze ... holding onto the subway strap ... letting the motion of the train rock him ... the rhythmic clatter of the wheels keeps time ... eyelids growing heavy ... oblivious to the human traffic around him ... enveloped in fog ... his trip continues ... who knows how long ... faint sensations began to stir his brain ... a smell ... perfume ... lilacs ... fantasies of a lush garden ... rain ... he opens his eyes...
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it's not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her ... that's how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.
"Are you in pain?" "Yes." "Will you kiss me on the lips?" "No." "Does that hurt?" "Yes." "Will you kiss me on the lips?" "No." "Does that hurt?" "Yes." "Shall I do it again?" "No." "Will you kiss me on the lips?" "No." "If I do it again I won't stop. Shall I do it again?" "No." "Will you kiss me on the lips?" "No." "Does that hurt?" "Yes." "Badly?" "Yes." "Shall I stop?" "Yes." "Do you want me to stop?" "Yes."
It was the middle of summer, a Saturday morning about nine. Thirty_four year old Megan walked into her kitchen, totally nude. She was a beautiful woman, high breasts tipped with pink nipples. A narrow waist flaring out into luscious hips and butt. She ran her hands across her butt lightly, then turned to the cupboard.
First, I love getting a man ready for my mouth. There's a feeling of power when I realize just how much he wants what I'm going to do to him...a sense of complete belonging and trust on both of our parts. He is going to put something very delicate and sensitive into a place that could be dangerous, given the presence of my teeth! And I'm trusting him not to jab too hard or too fast, 'til I can size him up and figure out how best to handle his cock. Sounds very "planned"; it's more a "feel your way as you go" situation.
It began at the party given by old friends and turned into a weekend neither of us would forget. The group was quite a mixture of people, some of whom we knew and others we were meeting for the first time. We circulate together for a time but then become separated. After a while I start looking for you as you seemed to be in a very lighthearted and playful mood and found you in an out of the way back bedroom. I was shocked to see you willingly fellatating two men that we had just met a few hours earlier.
It was a normal saturday, I had gotten back from college the previous day and was preparing to go out with my girlfriend Kristen. Kristen and I have been dating for over four months now. Although we waited a while to have sex, our sexual urges had overwhelmed us after about 2 months of dating. We began to have sex, but, after two months of sexual activity, something special was about to happen...
One summer Saturday, shortly after my first year of college, I returned home from a noon racquetball game to find my Mom washing her car. I winced as I recalled I had promised to do this for her before my game. I ran up the driveway, dropped my stuff and started apologizing. "Forget it," she said, "I'm kind of used to your scatterbrains. Honestly, I don't know how you make it in college."
A beautiful, red-haired young woman lay naked on the carpeted floor of a strange room located in the poorer business district of downtown Los Angeles. The room itself was square; the walls and ceiling were draped with dark blue velvet; one wall was completely covered with a mirror of smoky glass. A light mist of incense made the room hazy, almost surrealistic. The only light came from seven candles which stood on a low, altar-like platform also covered with velvet, that was placed near the wall directly opposite the mirror. The dancing flames made flickering shadows play on the skin of the girl, emphasizing each ripe curve of her voluptuous body.
It was a heck of an orgy. I was in The Palace Club, a swinging spot that was modeled after Plato's in NY. The Palace offered some interesting diversions within its walls, and quite often it was crowded, especially on Saturday nites. This was one such crowded night. The Palace takes up two floors, the ground floor and a basement floor. Entering on the ground floor, you enter a lounge that looks much like a small bar. Except that some people are walking about, dressed only in towels. Newcomers are still dressed in street clothes, and some have paid the entry fee just to come in and gawk.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, June and I became intimately acquainted, not simply acquainted intimately. She was very serious about her job and her work and as much as that apartment on Greenwich must have been costing her company -- I have to figure about twenty-two hundred a month in 1978 dollars -- along with the equipment and her salary, they got their money's worth. The setup was ideal for us, as well. My apartment was literally a block away and, as I worked at home, we got to spend a good deal of time together. We spent a lot of it fucking and sucking and we spent a lot of it talking or simply being together. A true friendship developed along with the sheer physical passion.
There was always a new movie in town something we hadn't seen yet. It was Friday night and here we were again downtown looking for a place to have a little fun, if you know what I mean. We ended up at an adult video / movie house down near the red light district downtown. We entered the building and watched for a little while the video screens before us and decided on which movie room we wanted to go. The theatre areas are on the basement level and so we found the stairs and down we went. Getting into these theatres was pretty simple. One simply has to put dollar coins into the box on the wall and this in turn releases the door to allow one access. So we fed our coins into the box and in we went.
"Do you remember our dance parties?", Diana asks. She has been my best friend since our school days. Now we are university students. We just finished two hours of studying some boring subject and started chatting about our favorite theme: boys and love affairs. "Oh, our good old teenage parties." Yes, I'll always remember these happy evenings of our youth very well. We used to invite each other to our homes, we and our best friends. We would have some snacks and a lot of drinks, and would chat and dance and kiss. It was at these parties that I learned to enjoy hours of French kissing. And one of these parties saw the first male hand slide under my T-shirt and under my skirt.
It all started out as just a joke, that kind of got out of hand. When Chrissie and I got married, she was 4 months pregnant. While this raised quite a few eyebrows: For Chrissie and I, it was the best thing that could have happened. I mean: previously, her parents and mine had been doing everything they could to break us up. They just couldn't believe that a 16 year old boy and a 12 year old little girl really cared for each other, or knew what they were getting into. I mean, I was SO much older than her.
The girl stood in the shaft of sunlight streaming through the window. She admired her naked, one-day-short-of-eighteen-year-old body in the full length mirror. She reached up and touched her cone-shaped breasts. The small, but very sensitive nipples popped up under her fingertips, and she smiled at herself. Her left hand moved down her body, over her flat stomach and navel, to the patch of brown fur below. She ruffled the pubic hair with her fingers, barely touching the skin beneath.
Dorothy gazed through the window; the winds whipped around the house, obscuring most of the view. It seemed to her that she was moving -- and moving swiftly at that, but she couldn't be sure, since she had no landmarks to watch. Then almost as suddenly, there was another feeling, like the momentary weightlessness of a descending elevator. "We're falling!" Dorothy shouted. "Toto!" She grabbed up her dog, and jumped onto the bed, hoping it would cushion the shock of the fall -- at least a little bit.
Dorothy turned, puzzled. "Did you hear that?" she asked Toto. The little dog looked up at her and panted. "Then some people prefer that way," the voice said. Dorothy whirled around. Still nobody. But the scarecrow was pointing the other way. As Dorothy watched, the Scarecrow lifted his head and smiled. "Then of course," he grinned, "some people prefer it up the ass." He thrust his hips forward in an obscene gesture.
The Tin Man smiled sadly. "Just beat on my chest, here." Dorothy banged on the metal. "So?" "It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart." "So what does that mean?" Dorothy asked. "It means that I have sex for pleasure, not for love." "That's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But then, I do, too." "Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man grinned. "Take a look at this!" He opened the small door in his groin, and out slid a shiny tube, studded with rivets.
The forest grew close to the yellow bricks of the pathway. There were strange noises that came from the forest; some Dorothy recognized as bird calls, others were mysterious. The most ominous was a heavy movement, which seemed to parallel their path. "Are there wild animals in these woods?" Dorothy asked, nervously. "Some," the Tin Man said, cheerfully. "Mostly Lions and Tigers and Bears." "Oh, my!" The Scarecrow gasped. "Now don't start that," Dorothy moaned. She pulled her two companions closer on each side of her as they walked down the path.
The yellow brick road lead around a bend, and to the crest of a small hill. At the top of the hill, Dorothy and her companions looked ahead to see the Emerald City of Oz on the horizon. "It's so beautiful! And CLOSE!" Dorothy exclaimed. The companions resumed their journey with renewed vigor. They practically skipped down the yellow brick pathway.
The foursome -- along with Toto, trotting along behind them -- arrived at the great door to the walled city. Dorothy stepped up and pressed the doorbell button. A small window opened in the huge door. A head stuck out the window. "Who rang that bell? Oh, it's you! What took you so long?" Dorothy smiled as she recognized the Solder with the Green Beard. "Wait just a minute," the Soldier said, and closed his window. The foursome heard some grating sounds, sliding sounds, and finally a loud CLACK as the great door slid slowly open.
The foursome walked slowly down the green-bricked road. Here the road was not well maintained. In several places, bricks were broken, and some were missing. Weeds sprouted in the holes, and in some places, the weeds completely covered the pathway. The woods on each side of the road were dense, dark and frightening. Dorothy and her companions kept tightly together. Around a bend in the road, they came across a sign. "Haunted Forest", the Lion read aloud. "I'd Turn Back If I Were You!" With a cry, the Lion turned and prepared to run, but the others stopped him.
"I am bound by magic to the Wicked Witch. I must follow her commands, as long as she holds the Magic Cap. So I've got to take you to her, since that is what she commanded me to do." Dorothy nodded. "I understand." "But that doesn't keep me from telling you her secrets -- as long as you promise to steal for me the Magic Cap." Dorothy smiled and nodded. "I'll help you. Just tell me what I have to do."
Dorothy fought off a shudder. She started to climb up on the bed. "Wait one minute, my dear," the Witch said. "Haven't you forgotten something?" Dorothy looked puzzled. "Your clothing, Dorothy. Take off your dress." "Oh." Dorothy took a deep breath. "O.K." She lifted her skirt and pulled her dress over her head, standing naked except for her ruby slippers.
When Terry moved from the midwest to southern California with her husband and 12-year-old daughter, Heather, her first priority was to get Heather involved in social activities. Terry constantly encouraged Heather to be involved in activities that she hoped would develop her into a glamorous career, such as modeling or acting. She had entered Heather in beauty pageants from the time she was a toddler and Heather always did very well in these contests. In spite of her mother's constant pushing, Heather had developed a warm, cheerful personality and she was well liked by others. Now, at 12, she was an exceedingly beautiful young girl, with long wavy brown hair and big green eyes.
I was born and raised on a farm just south of Atlanta. Our farmhouse is one of the old style homes with a porch running around three sides of the first floor. I used to climb out on the porch roof and run around to the old apple tree on the side of the house when I wanted to get out without my parents seeing me. One night when I was sneaking out to go with some friends I passed by my younger sister's window and noticed that her shade wasn't pulled all the way down. Leaning down, I looked into her room to see her in front of her full length mirror dressed only in bra and panties.
It was a mild winter day, and I was one worried guy. For the past few weeks, I had been worried about a pain in my groin, and I was on my way to the Doctor's office to get it checked out. When I got to the doctor, after the usual 45 minute wait to be called, I found Ann, our Doc's long-time nurse, waiting for me. Ann and I were old friends, as I have been going to the same Doctor for 15 years, and Ann has been with him most of that time. Ann is a big woman, at least as tall as I am, but there is not much excess fat on her, and she has gorgeous dark eyes and hair.
I could see movement in my room as I woke up, and Nancy, my office manager and adninistrative assistant was standing at my bedside holding my hand. Nancy is a tall, slender oriental with long black hair. Her eyes appeared moist, like she had been crying. When she saw I was awake she called to Lynn, one of my nurses, who immediately started taking my vital signs. I was still restrained to the bed, and my midsection was covered by a folded sheet. Lynn removed the sheet, and I could see that while I was asleep after surgery, the silk half slip was put on me so that I would not break out again. I could feel her press on my legs, which was a further improvement since I had previously lost all feeling in my legs.
I was put into a wheelchair for the trip to the hospital door. As we started down the hall, Nancy said to me "put your knees together and look like a lady." I wasn't used to a skirt, as this was the first time I had ever worn one. When they rolled me out the main entrance there was a limo waiting, and I moved from the wheelchair into the back seat. Nancy got in on one side, Valarie on the other side of me.
When I awoke I was still on my side, and Nancy was still laying naked up against my back. The vibrator was still up my ass, and Nancy had her arn over me, and she had one hand on my tit and the other hand under the skirt of my slip on my upper leg. As she felt me stir her hands began to move, and the feeling on my hairless skin was tremendous. "Would you like to repay the favor ?" she asked. "Show me what to do, I want to make you happy" was my reply.
Peter Pan yawned and stretched. He realized that he was pretty sleepy and decided he would go to sleep a bit early. All that business with bringing Wendy and her little brothers to Never-Never Land had made him tired. Peter was still a boy, though not a little one, and didn't have the stamina of a full-grown adult. But it didn't bother him because he got to do whatever he wanted and didn't have to do any chores or obey any rules. Never-Never Land was a wonderful place to live.
"I was doing a school project on leaves," she said, "and I wanted to get more leaves than anyone else in the class. I came right home from school one day and rode my bike over to Hillside Park. I thought I could find every kind of tree there." "I found a couple of new leaves, but I thought the best ones were probably back where nobody looked. Even though I still had my school dress on, I began to go back in the corners of the park, where there are lots of bushes. In the second bunch of bushes, I heard someone talking and got curious about what someone else was doing way back there."
It was New Years Eve and I was 15 years old. There was a party going on at one of my friends houses. The street in which the party was on was only a small street and everyone knew everyone else from the street. As it was my best friends house the party was at, I was often there and got to know most of the people too. As with most parties, especially on New Years Eve, everyone was getting drunk, including myself. When the party was finally over, people started to filter away, back to their own houses, some of them to keep the partying going. It became apparent that I could not stay at my friends as more people where staying than originally planned.
I'd never enjoyed taking the bus cross-country before. 2000 miles, 4 days and countless stops away from my home town, I've always dreaded the ride home for the holidays. This year was different. Instead of the usual blue-haired grandmother with her lethal knitting-needles and endless family photos I usually end up beside, I found myself seated next to a stunning young blonde. She was well-dressed and immaculately groomed, with long legs encased in sheer black stockings. I could see the garter straps poking out from just below the hem of her skirt and her large breasts thrust against the white cotton of her blouse.
As a teen (I’m now middle aged), my best friend was a Boxer named "Willie". Willie was most interested in my crotch. I even let him lick me a little and dabbled with him in other ways. I was strangely attracted when he exposed his erection and tried to hump me. I even played with it a little. I though of doing more but was afraid of possible disease and I had seen mated dogs tied together and was afraid he would hurt me. I felt perverted enough as it was letting him brush his erection against me while I played with him.
Scorpios are the most highly sexed of all the signs of the zodiac. Dynamic, passionate and agressive, a Scorpio's first date with someone normally ends in rape. The back seat is where he makes his moves, the trunk is where he keeps your ex. And his "toys". Because of their obnoxious nature, Scorpios are often challanged to duels. Their choice of weapons is usually a tactical nuclear device at 30 paces.
Growing up on a farm wasn't what Patti considered glamorous, not like living in California or Florida or in a big city. But to a young lady approaching her fifteenth birthday, those dreams of a life-style worlds different from her own would have to remain just that -- dreams. And dream she did! From the time she was awoken in the middle of the night by moans and sighs drifting through her open window when she saw her Aunt Sandy and her date in the backseat of his convertible, Patti had had dreams of how her own blossoming sexuality would attract handsome boys.
Growing up on a farm wasn't what Patti considered glamorous, not like living in California or Florida or in a big city. But to a young lady approaching her fifteenth birthday, those dreams of a life-style worlds different from her own would have to remain just that -- dreams. And dream she did! From the time she was awoken in the middle of the night by moans and sighs drifting through her open window when she saw her Aunt Sandy and her date in the backseat of his convertible, Patti had had dreams of how her own blossoming sexuality would attract handsome boys.
One of the more popular fantasies for men is having two women in bed at the same time. A variation is one that almost turned into a real life experience for me, and that is of
You wake up quite early and immediately you remember it all. Of course you do. You have been thinking of nothing else all night while trying to sleep. And when you finally drifted of to sleep you dreamt about it. A quick shower doesn't help you to clear your mind. You have to talk to her. Tell her what happened yesterday was wrong. Because it was, wasn't it? But something holds you back outside her door. The noise. Makes you remember. It's the same noises she made yesterday when your head was between her thighs. Your heart skips a beat when you slowly open the door just a little. You can see everything. She is nude and only the sheet and her pillow is still on the bed. The rest is on the floor. She's lying on her stomach and her ass is rotating over her hand.
Chrissy and Scott are twin brother and sister. They had separate bedrooms but their bedrooms were joined by a shared bathroom and in this bathroom there was a large bathroom mirror. Scott discovered, quite accidentally, one night, that if he left his bathroom door hang open a crack he could lay in his bed and see in the mirror the reflection of most of his sisters bedroom. Scott liked this little feature because puberty had hit him like a freight train and he had discovered that he could see his sister getting ready for bed at night. He could watch her undress herself, comb her hair (which for some reason she always did while nude), tend to any other girl things she had to, put on her shorts and climb in bed.
The woman writhed around on the bed and out in the darkness of the alley beyond her lighted window, the boy stood watching. She teased her nipples through the filmy negligee she wore, and the boy saw her lips moving as a man, naked, wandered into the picture of the brightly lit window. Tom Moon sighed and stood with his legs spread wide apart. He stuffed both his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans and stared, his eyes wide with envy and wonder as the man inside the window slid onto the bed and took the lovely brunette in the black nightie into his arms and kissed her.
I met Peggy by chance while away on business and since then she has introduced me to the marvels of Oriental Ladies. Both of us work for the same large company and in related areas so it wasn't completely by chance that we should meet. Our mutual interests are about the same and the one overriding passion we both have is hot sex. Our meeting started innocently enough, I was on a business trip to Florida for a few days to meet with some of our representatives their and ran across Peggy in th hotel dining room for breakfast. Since we knew each other we ate breakfast together. Peggy is a slim quiet lady and we passed a quiet hour during breakfast, before going our separate ways I suggested that we meet for dinner that evening and Peggy accepted.
Actually it was plain old sweat, but Bob always called it perspiration. It was more feminine, he said. And he loved to watch it running down her body. Particularly when she was like this, strung up by her wrists from the ceiling. Standing on her toes. Body taut and straining. Breasts pulled up and out. Legs shown to best advantage. All of her showing. That's why he had turned off the air-conditioning on this hot July night. So he could watch her body running with perspiration. And it was. Streams of it coming down the smooth sensuous flesh. Down her back, down her breasts, down her long luscious legs. And it coated her body, causing the blows on her skin to feel so much more painful, as the slight coating of moisture lent a wicked stinging quality to the already sharply agonizing cracking lashes of their belts.
"You don't have to tell the cops, Justin. You don't have to tell anybody." "What do you mean?" "I mean just forget about it all, okay?" "Why should I?" "You won't be sorry, Justin." "What?" "I said you won't be sorry. I'll make it worth your while." "You will?" "I will." "How?" "You know how." "Look, I --" "What, Justin? Don't you like me?" "I do. But --" "Don't you want me?" "Wait --" "Don't you, Justin?" "I -- yes. But." "No, no buts. No ifs, ands or buts. You do. You want me. And you can have me, Justin."
My older sister, Lauren, was always a wild girl. Even when we were kids, she would do crazy shit that challenged the status quo. So when she got pregnant at 16 by an older guy, it didn't really surprise me. She married the asshole that knocked her up, had two more kids and moved to Los Angeles in the space of four years. My parents disowned her and we never talked about them for as long as they lived.
Peggy's parents had left her alone for the weekind with $50 and instructions to feed the family dog, Samson, a large Black Labrador Retriever. She probably would have had some of her friends over but they were all away for Summer break. So all she could do all weekend was sit around the house. What bad luck. After watching TV for a while she decided she needed a shower. As she walked past samson she gave him a pat on the head and told him "I guess you don't have anything to do this weekend either, boy". She went to the upstairs bathroom and started to undress. As she took off her bra she admired her firm 15 year old breasts. She thought of how good it had felt when she had let Brad, her last boyfriend, lick them. She was still a virgin but she thought about sex all the time.
I am a 39 year old father of two. My son Ed is now 17 and a senior in high school. His has a stocky, athletic build and will be playing college football next year at our state university. My daughter Amy is almost 16. Her slim build and soft red hair remind me of her mother when we first started dating in high school. She is very athletic, involved in gymnastics and swimming. My spouse and I have a great relationship. We have always been pretty open about sex with the kids, and we enjoy a very healthy sex life.
The girl's party crashed soon after. The girls slowly moved to the mattresses and began to fall asleep. I noticed that Patti had curled up next to young Emily, her arm curled over the young girl's stomach. Amy and Jenny had slipped into their sleeping bags next to each other. Several of the girls were still naked from the sex play that had gone on a few minutes before. I fast- forwarded through the rest of the tape, looking for any further episodes.
Hello? Hi, Suzie. It's me, Marci. Hi, Marci. What's up? Nothing much. My folks left a little while ago and I was feeling horny so I thought I'd give you a call. Whatcha doing? My folks are gone, too, so I'm doing the same thing you are. Playing with your pussy, huh? Yeah. Arc you naked? Yeah. Are you? Almost. I was for a while, but I put on a pair of Mom's panties! Ooooo ... kinky! Yeah, I figured if I can't have her pussy next to me, having something that's been on her pussy is the next best thing. That's a good idea. Hang on a minute, I'll be right back.
It began on the way home from school. Rod had stayed late, working with his fellow students on the school yearbook, and was carrying a school 35mm camera home with him. The thrills of capturing life on a still picture was initially exciting to the teen, but soon lost its thrill, though it was plainly obvious to everyone that he was a natural talent for capturing the "perfect" view.
I'm quite the photo buff, and enjoy my own color darkroom with all kinds of photographic goodies. I can do all my own processing, but I've never been able to get my sexy honey to pose nude for me. It's always been a big fantasy of mine to imagine myself like one of the professional photographers who shoot for Penthouse or Playboy. I finally had my way, though...
The door opened. "Come on in," he said as he shook her hand, then lead her into the apartment. "You're Catherine, right?" She nodded with a shy smile on her lips, looking down on the floor. He lifted her chin gently with his hand. She blushed at his touch. "Come on, this is no time to be shy. First time?" Again, she just nodded. "Don't worry, it'll be alright. You know, you are VERY beautiful." She lifted her head quickly, opening her mouth, but he interrupted "No, I DON'T say that to all the girls." He more sensed than saw a little smile playing on her lips. He regarded her closely, as he helped her remove her coat and put it away.
It began on the way home from school. Rod had stayed late, working with his fellow students on the school yearbook, and was carrying a school 35mm camera home with him. The thrills of capturing life on a still picture was initially exciting to the teen, but soon lost its thrill. Though it was plainly obvious to everyone that he was a natural talent for capturing the "perfect" view.
"She'll do anything you want," I said. "Won't you, Jo." "Oh god, don't," Jo said. "Don't do this to me." "Tell him," I said. "Please, god, please." "Tell him, whore. Tell him, little piggy." "Christ," Brad said. "I told you," I said. "But she's gorgeous. She's fucking luscious." "I know," I said. "Hear that, piggy? Say thank you." "Oh dear god please please don't dear god..." "You whore. Stupid little whore. Isn't that what you are? Say it." "Thank you," Jo said.
"I'm such a slut," Ginny said. "I'm such a ball-busting bitch. Discipline me, darling, please. Oh god, make me do something I don't want to do. Anything you want. Something dirty. Make me do filthy things for you, darling. I want to, please." "How filthy?" Bud said. "As filthy as you want. I want to crawl in the mud for you. Can you do it, darling? Can you make this snobbish bitch crawl?" Bud hit her in the stomach. "That should do it, I think." It did. Ginny was on the floor, gasping, sobbing, writhing. And soon crawling.
I came home from work about 2 am. What a pain having to work the eve shift. But thats the type of thing you come to expect, when you get the best shore duty possible in the world. I mean here I am stationed in the phillippines after only 7 years of service. Anyway like I was saying. I got home and of course my girlfreind Suesan was asleep, I whent up stairs and gave her a kiss and asked what she had for dinner. She replied that she had made some spagetti and she would get it for me. I told her to go back to sleep I could get it for myself. So back down stairs, and grabed myself a cold San Miguel noticeing that it was the last one I swore and headed for the door.
Like many guys, I'd been trying to talk my wife into a threesome for a long time without success. The first thing that I had to convince her of was that I didn't want another woman in our bed, that just wasn't my thing. No, what I wanted was to see her with another guy. Not just any guy would do either. I wanted to see her with my friends. Well, that sounds a little kinky, you say. Yeah, I guess it is but let me tell you how I got into it.
Well, I'll say this, I never would have figured that at the age of sixteen and just out of the orphanage, I would find myself what you might call a love slave with a couple of foster parents who were the swingingest I'd ever heard of. But that's what had happened to me. After the superintendent of the orphanage at oakdale, which is not far away from San Diego, had given me his blessing and sent me off with Weldon and Lisa Thomas, I had hoped that maybe I would get out of the whole sleepy area which includes San Diego. Well, I had all the action I could want, and as for scenery, most of it was special recreation rooms and dungeons in the houses of people who were good friends of my foster parents and all of whom were members of what they called the "Phoenix Club."
"I don't want you joining no gang!" Momma hollered at me. "I don't wanna join", I answered. "But I don't know what else to do mama. If I don't join, there gonna beat me up every day!" "Well then you just stay away from them, and come straight home from school like you 'sposed to." She came ocer and hugged me. "I'm sorry we ha move ovah here, but I just couldn't afford the rent at the other placewhen your Daddy took off." Daddy. Daddy had been gone 6 months now. Two months before Daddy "took off" he had been acting odd. He began demanding that I come straigt home from school and stay inside until I went back in the morning. Then a month before he disappered he insisted on taking me to and picking me up from school. I was never to be out of the house withou Daddy or Momma.
Diane couldn't believe she was really doing these things. It was all so incredibly naughty, and that made it even more erotic. She'd come to "The House" with a couple she knew, and now they were off someplace, enjoying themselves. Diane, 22 years old, was a slender blonde, and her hair reached down to her shoulders. Her pert breasts were capped with large, pink nipples that formed cones on the ends of her tits. She had a lean, taut body, with a flat stomach and a firm, round ass. Her pussy was shaved bare, except for a tiny patch of blonde pubic hair just above her clit.
I didn't know it for awhile, but while Carol, the Smiths and I were rapidly exploring some pretty wild sex, my dad Hal was having a tough time of it. I'll have to give you some background information that I've learned from dad for this to make sense. My mom and dad are the same age and practically grew up together (their two families were close friends and lived nearby each other). Even at ages when boys and girls don't like spending much time together, mom and dad were inseparable friends that shared everything. It was probably inevitable that when they felt the first stirrings of interest in the opposite sex they turned to each other.
I am a 39 year old father of two. My son Ed is now 17 and a senior in high school. His has a stocky, athletic build and will be playing college football next year at our state university. My daughter Amy is almost 16. Her slim build and soft red hair remind me of her mother when we first started dating in high school. She is very athletic, involved in gymnastics and swimming. My spouse and I have a great relationship. We have always been pretty open about sex with the kids, and we enjoy a very healthy sex life.
I guess you could say it all started when my girlfriend asked me what my fantasy was. At the time it was to have sex with two girls at the same time. So I told her. She told me she could make my fantasy come true if I could make hers of two guys at the same time come true. So I agreed, and two days later I was screwing her and her sister. It was great, but I didn't want to share Lisa with another man. I figured it was only fair though, after she'd set up a three-way with her sister, Beth.
Today was another gorgeous one. The midsummer sun was very brilliant, and hardly a single cloud to cover the earth. After a slow breakfast my mom suggested we go to the pool. I had no other plans and it seemed the right thing to do given the atmosphere. My dad withdrew from the offer, citing he had to do things around the house. My mom told my sister, Allison, and I to get ready to leave in a little bit. Before long we left for the pool.
"It's just for posing." Daddy looked hurt, that I had refused. The trouble was, that's what Daddy always said, "It's just for posing." Look what happened to me. It all started when I was about 11 or 12. Momma got Daddy a camera for Christmas. Not just ANY camera though. My mother had been running out of ideas of what to give Daddy for birthdays and Christmas, when my father expressed an interest in photography.
Often she passed the room where he lay, never did she get the opportunity to step inside and see the young man who lay in the white hospital bed who the other nurses had talked about so often in the daily and nightly shift breaks in the Duchy hospital Intensive Care department. From what she had heard he was Luke, 23, handsome with a strong athletic body. He had come to them somewhat worse for wear after a light aircraft crashed in a storm whilst trying to land at the nearby Chiltern Central airport.
The beautiful lady (red head) struck my eye as I searched through the crowd of tourists arriving at Stapleton Airport. The ski season was in full swing and my temporary job required me to escort those needing transport to various ski slopes such as Vail, Breckenridge and various popular slopes along the front range. Most aggressive limo drivers did their usual "thing" and husseled excited passengers into a group for the excursion to their "winter wonderland"
It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to the fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with her hands tied behind her back and a bag over her head. She was thirsty, her body ached from the jolt she received when she ejected from her F-16, and she was afraid. But most of all, she was pissed because she knew that she had blown it. After all the hype, the first woman combat pilot had let herself get shot down on her first combat mission. All she could think of was how this was going to screw up her plans for getting a star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working toward that goal.
Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as the clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the flow of blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But mercifully, the pain peaked and then began to recede into a dull throb as her nipples grew numb under the assault. Growing ever worse were the cramps in her intestines from the laxative. She felt as if she were going to explode. The pressure in her gut was indescribable. But no matter how hard Diana tried, the tape prevented her from relieving herself. She could only hang there in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.
A nude Major Diana Barker knelt submissively in front of the her seated captor as Captain Yazeed angrily berated her in Arabic for her lackluster performance in the last propaganda broadcast. As she had been painfully taught to do, the captured pilot knelt with her legs spread wide, exposing her sex which was still swollen from the gang rape and fisting of five nights before. Diana held her arms up with her hands clasp at the back of her neck, involuntarily thrusting her large breasts forward as if offering them to her torturer. She could feel Yazeed's eyes on her breasts and wished feverently for something to cover them. But knew he would keep her nude unless actually filming; only then was she given her flight suit to cover herself.
General Rashid had always followed the advice given by George C. Scott in Rashid's favorite movie, 'PATTON.' 'When you go forward to visit the troops, fly flags and make a lot of noise so they see you sharing their dangers; but when you go back, take down the flags and go home quietly like a thief in the night.' Now Rashid was driving forward to visit his troops; but he had replaced his flags with an even more eye-catching ornament for his command car, Major Diana Barker. After seeing the way her degradation had raised the morale of his dispirited staff, he had resolved to use her to prepare his elite troops for the coming battle. Mounting her on his car was just the first step in his plan
As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when angry. His chief of staff watched uneasily, suspecting that the President had gotten to the part where the informant described Major Barker's beating and rape by General Rashid. Sardonically he thought, wait until you read the part about the gang rape. He had been thinking about how the war had been going so well; now this had to happen. Despite the Military's misgivings, it was clear that they had to do something to save the woman. If they didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It simply didn't matter if they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. They had to do something and do it before the media got wind of this.
I was laying around the house that day. It started out as a windy day; nothing that new in my hometown, but little did I know that it would be far from a normal day. The wind started slow in the morning, but all day the gales increased. Eventually it was rattling all of the windows in my 3 bedroom apartment that I shared with some friends. Sometime late in the afternoon, the power went out. Most likely it was a result of a fallen tree limb or just a blown down line. The storm had shown no sign of letting up by sundown that night, and weather forecasts predicted that it would continue on for at least another day.
As she held the thick base of her son's long, hard cock in her hand, Jan's tongue was swirling around his big purple knob. The flaring cockhead, as well as the tightly stretched skin of his enormous prick, were completely drenched with her frothy spit. Closing her juicy lips softly around the huge head of his boner, she sucked deep and hard, thrilled by the way his muscular young body was trembling with ecstasy.
The pilot's voice had just come through the intercom saying something about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures at the airport where they'd be landing. But Vicky wasn't really paying much attention. Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half open. She'd turned off her reading light long ago and pulled her windbreaker across her lap. The plane wasn't crowded and she had the whole seat to herself.
I guess things all started with Paul around 2 years ago, when I was nine. I was standing out in front of the ice cream store by where I live, wishing I had some money for an ice cream. Paul was walking down the street, and saw me looking in. He stopped and asked me why, and when I told him I didn't have any money, he took me inside and bought me one with 2 scoops! I thought he was really nice. He wasn't very tall, and he had a suit on. We walked around for a little while while we ate our cones, talking. He asked my name (Jenny), how old I was (9), what grade I was in in school (third) and other stuff like that.
After her parents were divorced, Amy Winslow just naturally expected that it wouldn't be long before her mother started dating again. But it had never happened and it was three years later now. "I just can't understand it," Amy said to herself when she thought about it. "Mom's real nice looking. Looks almost young enough to be my own sister. A lot of guys should want to take her out." It was late. Amy was sitting up in bed after finishing a book that reminded her of her mother.
Preacher’s Son (preacher's son is a porn star and when dad finds out shit hits the fan. Mother watches her son in a movie and becomes hot for his big cock and flies to California to "straighten him out".) My husband came home from his office enraged. "I found out what our son does for odd jobs!" He shouted as he threw a video cassette on the couch next to me. Right away I could tell that the video was a porno movie. The front cover had a large picture of a nude woman on her knees holding her breasts. It was titled "The Bride of Satan."
>Sure... send it my way. Like I said... I remember pregnancy... I wished HE >would have found me attractive then... of course, I looked and felt like a >beached whale...
I started with my fooling around with my brother, Doug, late at night. We practiced kissing with each other for dates. We explored feeling each other up, undressing and touching each other, and that took us to experimenting. We started with oral sex, and then we accidentally took each other's cherry one night. It was so great, we fell asleep together, and Daddy caught us naked in bed next morning.
The stuck-up lttle bitch deserved what I did to her.... Sarah... sweet little Sarah, just seventeen and now expecting her first baby by....well, by ME. She doesn't know who the father is, though! That's my little secret. Do you want to know another secret? Little stuck-up Sarah is a virgin! I promise that this is true! She has never had a man's stiff prick pushed into her virgin slit, and yet she now has a nicely rounded belly with my baby kicking inside her. Justifiable revenge, I call it.
"You always had a thing for me, didn't you, Sam? You always wondered just what it would be like to fuck your little sister, didn't you?" "Not so little now, Jill." "No. Not so little now. Thirty-two, actually. But still not bad looking, am I, Sam?" "Damn good. And you know it." "Thank you. Not bad at all, I think. And you always liked this body, right, Sam? From when we were kids. You always wanted it. Didn't you?" "Jill, you know I did. And you know I still do. So what?" "But that would be incest, wouldn't it, Sam?" "It sure would. And I wouldn't give a shit." "What a vulgarian you are, Sam."
"God, you're beautiful, Miriam," Roger Trenton said in hushed awe as he stood near the lovely blonde woman. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." "Nonsense," Miriam Dodge softly giggled. "I'm a thirty-four year old English teacher past her prime. Flattery will get you nowhere, Roger." "You know you're every bit as youthful looking as when you were twenty. Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you could be my son Mark's older sister."
Al and Sid brought the girl up with her wrists in handcuffs behind her back. "This is her," Sid said. "Name's Polly." "I'm sorry," Polly said. "I'm sorry. Please." She was scared. Very scared. With good reason. "I can't do anything but kill you, Polly," I said. "No!" Polly said. "Please god don't no I'm sorry I'm so sorry don't --" "But not right away," I said. "Polly. Pretty Polly." I looked at Sid and Al. "You want her?" "Bad," Al said. "God, yes," Sid said. "Oh, no," Polly said. "Oh god no. Don't. Please please don't. No." "Make her strip for us," Al said.
Emilee had been segregated from the General Population for 11 days prior to reporting for sick call....as was the directive per my memo dated 10/1/95. She was a very cute little brunette from a fairly influential family in a western suburb of Minneapolis. She had been convicted of assault with a deadly weapon, when she pulled a fingernail file on a teacher who made a move on her in the girls shower of a local high school.
There are problems attached to having little sisters, as many of you guys out there know. There are a lot BIGGER problems involved, if either of them is as sexy as mine are. While Laura is a pedophile's wet-dream at 10, it's her sexy big sister that got me in trouble. At 4' 5" tall, saucy lips, sparkling eyes, and a "fuck-me" wriggle to her body, the cute little brunette had been giving me wet-dreams for years, until she and I finally did something about it, when Uncle Marvin left. That was not quite two years ago, and things had been going just fine between me and Karen until right now . . . which is what this story is all about.
A full moon illuminated the dirt road as Michelle walked down the dirt road. From behind she could still hear the sound of music from the country club where the senior prom had been held. A glance at her watch told her it was only five past two, only a half hour since she'd broken up with her boyfriend Bobby. The night had started well enough, they had danced and partied the night away with all their friends. Midnight came and went and couples began to disappear from the party. It was no secret that they had relocated to various motels in the area. Michelle had already made her decision to let Bobby have her "precious pearl" as her mother always called it.
It was a scorcher of an August day by the lake in Maryland; so hot, there were no other fishermen around. It has to be hot to keep the fishermen away from the fish, but I didn't have that problem. It seemed as though the fish did though; I hadn't caught anything all day, and was getting bored with it. I turned as heard someone coming down the hiking trail to my right. My eyes popped open! A beautiful girl with long bleach-blonde hair was walking toward me. She looked really wrung out.
I am a European male (30), now living in the States. My girlfriend (25) is also from Europe. She has a very nice body, small, firm breasts and a very round butt. We were invited to a BBQ-party at a friend's house, shortly after we started dating each other. It was summer and she was wearing a miniskirt and a revealing tank top with no bra underneath. She helped preparing the table and by that giving some of my friends a full view of her breasts. Also during the party the lucky observer could easily peek from the side into her top. At first I thought she intented to tease, it was only afterwards, when I mentioned the great view she gave, that I realized that she was honestly naive and not aware of how open she had been. Her feeling of unsecureness after I told her and later on when we met the same people who had studied her breasts gave me lots of fun.
Susan's wrist alarm, lying on the beach towel beside her, began its insistent beeping as a reminder to roll over. She was no dummy, she didn't want to get fried at the beginning of the season. She stretched her lithe, firm body, reached back with both hands to pull the bikini bottom from between her cheeks to spread it over her sun-warmed bottom and tied her top before rolling to her back.
The moon was full. It was a warm night. I was sitting in the floor, eating pizza, watching a movie, and playing with our new puppy. I was surprised to hear a knock on the door. Wondering who the hell would be knocking on my door at midnight, I went to the door and looked out. It was Sherry, my next door neighbor's 15-year-old daughter. And also a pretty good friend, and occasional lover. I let her in, of course. Sitting down, we both played with the pup for awhile, polishing off the pizza, as well. We chatted for a while, and she told me she was just feeling sorta down, and just wanted some company, and would I hold her, please?
"God damn! That test was hard," commented Andy as he and his friend walked down the corridor to their next class session. "I hate subatomic physics." "Look, Andy, no one said that class would be easy." David mocked. "Yeah, fuck you, Ok?" Andy retorted. Dave chuckled and gave his friend a shove through the portal into gymdeck. Dave and John knew each other almost all their lives. Now, going to Qlaran University Space Station together, they spent most of their days with each other.
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