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Two identical twins, sixteen, woke up to the sunlight streaming into their bedroom. It was somewhere around 8 and a Saturday morning. Each looked over at the other about the same time. This was their ritual on Saturday mornings. Rachel and Regina both had blond hair, cut exactly the same way, shoulder length, and each had a smooth, white face. At the moment, neither was wearing any make-up. Nor would they need any for their Saturday morning ritual.
When I was twelve, I had a cousin, Kimmy, who was seventeen. She used to do a hula dance for me, and pull her top up and show me her tits. One night, she was babysitting for the people next door, and she invited me over to play some games or something. I got there, and she was watching TV with Rachel, who was eleven, and Cassy, who was five. "OK you guys," she said. "Whatever happens here today, we keep it to ourselves. All right?" We all agreed.
After a long drive through pastoral farm lands, John turned the car slowly onto a narrow gravel road. The day was warm, this being the first day of June, and many shafts of glimmering sunlight cut through the newly foliated trees of the forest the road wound through. The shades of green, brown, and glistening yellow gave the little path a mystical quality, and Rachel stared almost transfixed at the changing colors ahead of the car.
As Rachel walked through the high trees along the path, the hum of electric machinery she heard over her shoulder confirmed her belief that the gate was closing. Continuing forward, she did not look back to the gate or the fence; they were nothing to her now. With a quickening pace she mounted a steep hill in the forest, the path twisted several times and then entered a large clearing.
"As you can easily imagine," he continued, "the rules here are very simple indeed. From this moment on you will do what you are told, instantly and without question. You will go only to those places where you are specifically told to go. In the beginning, you will take no action of your own volition, no matter how inconsequential it may seem; you will act only upon specific orders. The orders themselves may come from myself or any members of our staff here. Any failure to perform will be punished immediately. Likewise, any breech of respect or misconduct will be punished. Is this understood?" "Yes Sir."
She was prepared for mass rape, but she was not prepared for her next command. Although the hands of the men remained away from her body, Rachel was keenly aware of their intense gazes, emanating in some cases just a few inches from her flesh. Indeed, the men closest to her at the table's center could look down and examine her skin in great detail, and were doing so. As her breathing became more pronounced, her breasts rose and fell gently from the table, following the complementary motions of the rise of her stomach. As her host returned to his seat at the head of the table, his line of sight fixed directly between her legs, he issued a command which quite literally made her flinch.
The word "punished" struck Rachel hard. She had laid there, on the table, nude and helpless, an object to be examined and enjoyed by all. She had exposed her secret passages to their perusal, had stroked her loins in a demeaning display of servitude. All this she did to avoid punishment -- all was in vain. That bastard, Rachel thought to herself, wants everything; he will not be satisfied until I am totally humiliated and demoralized. For a quick, inward moment, Rachel rebelled. She would rise up, she thought, and leave this place, these insane people. She would force them to release her, and return to the safety of John's arms.
It was my 18th birthday and my boyfriend promised me that he'd give me anything I wanted. What I really wanted was to fuck his best friend Todd but I loved my boyfriend and didn't want to lose him by doing something stupid. I'd wanted to fuck Todd ever since Junior High. I had given him head once in the back of the bus coming home from a football game. His cock was enormous! At the time Todd had a girlfriend so nothing became of us and I started seeing other guys. Still, I always remembered that huge prick of his and I fantasized about what something like that would feel like inside me.
It started out as the worst night of my life. My girlfriend had just dumped me for her old boyfriend, and now my Camaro had a flat on the 100 dollar mag rear tire I had just bought. A particularly ingenious nail had entered through the tread (repairable), and come out through the sidewall (not repairable). The tire was landfill. Oh, by the way, it was raining like hell and all I was wearing was a pair of Levis and a leather vest. So, in a mood appropriate to the situation, I got out to brave the elements and change my tire.
Randy Ballard is the Vice Lord of the BLACK GANGSTER ELITES. However, he is currently serving a thirty year sentence for first degree murder, at the Jacksonville (IL) Correctional Center for Men. For all practical purposes, he controls the prison and all the inhabitants within the cold gray walls. Of the inmate population, nearly three fourths are under his direct and brutal control. The remaining twenty five per cent of the White boy prisoners are so fearful of his harsh and brutal commands, that they make every effort to avoid all contacts with the BGE'S.
Misty walked up to my van as I was pulling out of the parking space after the homecoming game. "Hi" She chirped. "Too bad about that last play." "Hop in and I'll tell you about our strategy for the next game." Came his casual reply. He'd show her his new strategy, all right. He'd show her what happens to bitch cheerleaders who rub it in about his game-losing fumble.. As she walked around to the passenger side, he glanced around the dark parking lot. The van itself obstructed the view from the store entrance, and no one was parked to his to his right.
It is the era of Victoria. Lisa and Cathy's mutual friend, Lord Breshly, has invited them for a round of debauchery at his mansion on the outskirts of London. Lisa and Cathy are dear friends who have been involved in a vicious game of one-upmanship towards Scott for some time, and each has contrived a little scheme with the Lord, each unbeknownst to the other. They consider the plans they have made carefully as they ride in their private coach towards the mansion. Cathy believes that once the conjugal bed of the weekend is reached, she and Scott would force Lisa to her back, tie her down tightly, spread-eagled, and Cathy would force Lisa to pleasure her with her mouth as she watched Scott brutalize her on the bed.
"Rammerg V was to be the last crowned head of the Second Empire. When he ascended the throne, he brought with him an oddly distorted version of R'Ternogian philosophy, due without doubt to his worship of Nelemi. Rammerg V enacted the "Edict of Predestiny." With this one law, Rammerg V triggered massive civil unrest. And although the Imperial Army initially stood by Rammerg V, they, too, soon turned on him. The problems arose when the Grand Captains say the Edict of Predestiny as the restoration of their guaranteed positions next to the throne, while the Line Officers saw it as a death warrant for the men who had been fighting the centuries-long campaign against the eleven lands in K'Raugne.
I spot her in the mall, the cutest little girl I think I've ever seen in her shorts and T-shirt. I'd guess 14 or 15, average size, no obvious fat. Dark brown hair and eyes, sweet little mouth. Undeveloped flat chest straig ht down to her waist and hips. Legs slender, no real curves. She's gorgeous! And it appears she's either here alone or has separated from someone. I follow her as she moves down the central core, her little ass swaying.
Beth Jorgans was walking back from the ice cream store. She carried her latest conquest: a double- chocolate cone and was eating it with joy. A car slowed and pulled up beside her as she walked. "Hey, girl! Why don't you share some of that ice cream with me!" Beth looked around and saw Jimmy hanging out of his brother's car, waving at her. Jimmy Thompson was only 2 years older than her at 13. He always rode around with his brother during the summers. They had always been good friends, and played together alot.
"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen titties, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was. "Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12 year old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused. "Isn't it about time, you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged, as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy.
He notice the girl right away. She was young and lovely, with the cute innocence and nubile beauty that often attracted his eyes. He'd had better in the long string of girls he'd taken, but certainly she was worth a thought. She had curly brown hair, shoulder length, and was wearing a tight mini-dress that hugged her figure well, showing off her curves. The dress was black, with wavy orange stripes, and below that she wore black stockings and high heels.
"What am I doing to you?" "You're raping me." "Say it." "You're raping me." "Say it again." "Oh god, you're raping me, raping me, raping me." "What can you do about it?" "Nothing." "What?" "Nothing. I can't do anything about it. Nothing." "Why not?" "Because I'm tied down." "Who tied you down?" "You tied me down." "How are you tied down?" "My arms and legs are stretched out. My wrists and ankles are tied with rope. I'm spread out for you."
It is difficult to say exactly when the story I'm about to tell really began, but I'll try to relate what happened. One afternoon my 8 year old sister, Shelly and myself, 10, were playing around the house on our own. Our parents were out, trusting our next-door neighbour to check on us occasionally. In our father's den my sister stumbled across a leather bag behind a bookshelf, she called me in from my room and showed me her find. We unzipped it and looked inside.
When you're a kid you think of aunts and uncles as just these old people who know your parents. It's only when you get older yourself that you start to see them as people. I first met Aunt Christine a few times when I was quite young, and didn't think much about her. But when she came to our house the summer I turned twenty it was like meeting a stranger, and a pretty good looking one at that.
In the hills of eastern Tennessee, a mansion stood, a mansion that only catered to the bizarre. This mansion stood all by itself, a product of a Ms. Boldt who had accumulated a fortune from her husband's death, a very discreet death. This mansion was built for only one purpose, to cater to other lesbians with similar tastes in the bizarre. Twenty eight year old Amy had been invited to this mansion, because through channels it had been learned that she sought out females with this same bizarre habit. Not being able to find such a female, she had accepted this journey to Boldt Mansion.
Sitting on the couch, Samantha and George were having a heated discussion. Samantha said,"Why do you want me to fuck Ted in front of Donna. That's not fair to her. Will you be fucking Donna at the same time?" George replied, "I don't want to fuck Donna. Only watch Ted's big cock slide into your pussy." Samantha was speechless. She couldn't believe her beloved husband wanted her to make love with another man. This was the end of their marriage. She was mortified. Slowly collecting her feelings, she decided to challenge George, to force him to admit this was not a good idea. She said, in an almost mocking tone, "I think it would be better with just three people. Another man and us. There would be less complications."
Have you ever eaten defecation? Of course not! As appalling as this may seem, I have. Yes, I have! Defecation, excreta, waste, call it what you like, I have eaten shit! What's more, I like it too! I've eaten my Mistress's, that from two of her other maids, and my own! My Mistress is very wealthy, and has such lovely discriminating cultures and tastes. With a very generous inheritance, she strove for her refined cultures, basically Greek. I was the third maid she hired for her erotic tastes and desires. Besides me and my Mistress, Regina, there are Deanna and Ulla.
I'm a really shy person. At fourteen, I guess most girls are shy. My time is spent in the basement den of my house, watching TV, reading books, masturbating and fantacizing about sex--like most fourteen-year olds do. The den has always been my private abode, free of everyone except for my eighteen-year old brother, Jesse, who's bedroom is right next to the den. My parents never come downstairs, and my brother and I like it that way.
I had an experience a few years ago you might find interesting. I was dating a divorced lady for a few weeks who had a small son, about 15 to 18 months. Karen, his mom, and I came home from a date one night, saw the sitter off to her own apartment and settled down to some light kissy face and petting. Karen was conventionally pretty, petite and OK in bed but not lightly to get a whole chapter in anyone's sexual autobiography. We had only been on the couch a few minutes when her son started to wail very loudly. She went in and brought him out into the living room and said that he often started to cry at night now. He would get a hard-on and it would get caught in his clothes and hurt, waking him up.
He led her towards the elevator and quietly they slipped inside. When the doors closed they found themselves completely alone. He selected the button for his floor, turned around and gathered her into his arms. Their tongues probed each other as their lips met -- their bodies melting into one. The memories of their conversations -- their letters -- filled her mind...tingling sensations coursed through her body only to be interrupted by the chime of the elevator door opening.
My new job was pretty good -- better pay, better opportunities for promotion, more responsibility -- but the commute back and forth was getting tedious. Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each way wasn't bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute I was used to. I'd started listening to the radio more intently than had been my custom, partly for the traffic reports but mostly to avoid boredom. I had tried listening to books on cassette tape, tried to think about work and keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing along with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing made a real difference. The commute was just plain boring.
Stephanie examined herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She was a bit tall, and a bit skinny. Those were on the minus side. On the plus side her face was adorably cute, with wide green eyes. She had an hourglass body, with big, firm full breasts that sat high on her chest and didn't sag even the slightest. Her waist was tiny and gave way to a pair of smoothly rounded hips and a perfect pair of half moon buttocks. Her hair was a flaming dark copper red. She wasn't sure if that was on the plus or the minus side. It was full and thick and long, flowing over her shoulders and coming mid-way down her back. She would've preferred blonde, but at least red was better than brown, which was all too common.
"Ashley, get down here! NOW... Ashley, do you hear me?" "Yes, daddy, please, I was in my room. I came as soon as I heard you, really... I'm sorry." "I hear from your mother that you should have a more important reason to be sorry, you bad little girl." "Daddy, I'm sorry, really. I was only 10 minutes over my limit." "Only 10 minutes? That limit is supposed to last you all afternoon and evening. You went over before I even got home from work."
Grant was transferring the contents of the desk drawer, contents that had resided in the same place for ten years, to a cardboard box, when the intercomm buzzed. "Mr Blaine?" Grant pressed the button to speak. "Yes, Rebecca." "Mr Blaine, I know this is your last day, but Mr Lockhead, the Omega Corporation representative, is here to speak with you. Anyone else I would turn away, but you usually --" "Yes, very good, Rebecca. Of course I'll speak to Mr Lockhead. Send him in."
He had been in prison for the past six years. That bitch down the road from him had informed on him and he had been put away with her evidence. He had not been near her place on the date in question, let alone touched her daughter. Her daughter, yes she had also said it was him. She was nine at the time. Of course he had looked at her on occasions but never in that way. He knew she was a precocious little girl and he had heard from his wife that there was something strange going on at number 37. His wife, another bitch, she had left him while he was in prison, just two months after he had got put away. She had left him for a younger man, quite a lot younger than her actually. She was twenty-nine and the cunt she was now living with was only nineteen at the time.
He had been in prison for the past six years. That bitch down the road from him had informed on him and he had been put away with her evidence. He had not been near her place on the date in question, let alone touched her daughter. Her daughter, yes she had also said it was him. She was nine at the time. Of course he had looked at her on occasions but never in that way. He knew she was a precocious little girl and he had heard from his wife that there was something strange going on at number 37. His wife, another bitch, she had left him while he was in prison, just two months after he had got put away. She had left him for a younger man, quite a lot younger than her actually. She was twenty-nine and the cunt she was now living with was only nineteen at the time. He would get his revenge!
I'm about to tell you a story that no one could possibly believe. I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't lived it. I make my living as a real estate broker and must admitt that I'm pretty good at what I do. I am 35 and have been married to my 27 year old wife for eight wonderful years. Up until 6 months ago, I thought that life couldn't be treating me any better. Was I wrong! My wife is a lovely woman, with long, firey red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she is 5'8 with long shapely legs. Her figure is perfection with full, firm tits measuring 39" which require a D-cup bra.
He had been in prison for the past six years. That bitch down the road from him had informed on him and he had been put away with her evidence. He had not been near her place on the date in question, let alone touched her daughter. Her daughter, yes she had also said it was him. She was nine at the time. Of course he had looked at her on occasions but never in that way. He knew she was a precocious little girl and he had heard from his wife that there was something strange going on at number 37. His wife, another bitch, she had left him while he was in prison, just two months after he had got put away. She had left him for a younger man, quite a lot younger than her actually.
"You mean he gets the whole estate?" her sister asked in an incredulous tone, staring at Mom in open dismay, "Didn't your husband leave you anything at all?" "Oh yes," her sister smiled, quite obviously enjoying the effect of her words on the other woman, "he left me enough to live on, providing I live very modestly, but Bill gets the bulk of the estate when he's twenty one."
Jim Woban stared at the screen of his word processor and tried again to make words appear. Sometimes it was too frustra- ting to bear. A story would begin and take itself through chap- ters of action, romance and mystery, and then leave him aban- doned, suddenly without words or inspiration, only a deadline for his tyrannical editor, Jake, or Arnie, his parasite of an agent! He caught himself and mentally chastised his thoughts. Both men had been more than fair and helped him through the rough times of his divorce, extending time and money when they would have been more than justified in leaving him in a pool of self- pity and cheap Scotch.
Rhonda and I met in college. She lived with her two roommates in the same apartment complex where I did with my best friend from high school. My friend, Kevin and I met Rhonda and her roommates on occasion and liked them. Rhonda and I started dating and in a little over a year I asked her to marry me and she agreed. Rhonda wasn't a virgin when I met her. According to her, she had sex with four other guys before she met me, all of them at college. Rhonda was great in bed. Nothing was too far out for her to try. I always wondered how Kevin felt with Rhonda staying over and prancing around the house in her t-shirt and panties. As my apartment had only one bedroom, Kevin and I shared it using two single beds that were pretty close together. This limited the chances of having sex when he was around so Rhonda and I usually went to the living room to do it.
"Christina, you may go in now," the secretary said in a cheery voice. Christina Ricci stood up and walked to the office door, wondering what this meeting was going to be about. The Buena Vista company had called her a week ago telling her to come -- it had something to do with her role in the upcoming remake of "That Darn Cat!" for Disney. Christina thought the idea was kinda lame, actually, but the money was good, that`s for damn sure! After her breakthrough as Wednesday in the two "Addams Family" movies, she had starred in "Casper", "Now and Then", and "Golddiggers". With her long black hair, beatiful face and shapely body, including a pair of tits much bigger than most young girls have and a great ass, lots of guys in school -- especially older guys -- had become interested in her.
Sheila sighed heavily as she closed the cash register drawer. It had been a long week at the shop -- 12-hour shifts for the past five days -- but she desperately needed to keep this job. She received a reasonable salary and the overtime pay was helping her climb out of credit card debt. She also liked her boss, Mrs. Carlisle, who had been gradually giving her more responsibility for managing the equestrian shop. One Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Carlisle had even closed the shop early and invited Sheila to her farm to go horseback riding. Sheila rode Ebony, a jet-black mare with a gentle nature and a graceful gait.
He had been in prison for the past six years. That bitch down the road from him had informed on him and he had been put away with her evidence. He had not been near her place on the date in question, let alone touched her daughter. Her daughter, yes she had also said it was him. She was nine at the time. Of course he had looked at her on occasions but never in that way. He knew she was a precocious little girl and he had heard from his wife that there was something strange going on at number 37. His wife, another bitch, she had left him while he was in prison, just two months after he had got put away. She had left him for a younger man, quite a lot younger than her actually. She was twenty-nine and the cunt she was now living with was only nineteen at the time. He would get
My name is Rita and I want to share something with you. It's something I discovered innocently enough a year or so ago but which, I must confess, I have nurtured with total disregard for any innocence. My husband is a foreman at a steel mill and, at times when the work-load is heavy, he is required to work long hours. The mill sometimes operates seven days a week and when Russ comes home (sometimes late at night - sometimes early in the morning after a double) he is tired. Too tired to give me the attention I'd like to have once in a while.
Charlie and his group of friends are recent graduates from a local city high school. On the streets, few opportunities for employment were available after high school. After a brief period of stealing cars for fun they moved on to stealing them for profit. Later, they began to burglarize homes in the area. The pickings provided more money for them and it was much more prosperous than stealing cars. It is a typical Saturday night for Charlie and the gang. They are driving around searching for just the right house to burglarize.
I will be a senior at the University of Georgia this fall, and because I'm an only daughter, my parents let me take this summer (my last) off without having to work. I've been staying with them and simply relaxing. One weekend, my parents and another couple left for a four-day trip together and the couple asked me to take care of their fourteen year old twins. I was glad to do it since they have a big house in Dunwoody with a private pool. I knew the twins, and I knew they wouldn't be any trouble.
At the end of the concert, Jett dropped her guitar and strode off the stage while her fans screamed and applauded. This was the life! Being the leader of an all-girl trash rock band gave her all the money she needed and, even better, all the women she wanted. It was obvious from her songs what kind of women she wanted too. She had started out singing about lesbian love but her popularity skyrocketed when she sang about kinky sex. Her latest hit was 'Sewer Love' and the lyrics left no doubt that shit and filth and sex were interchangeable to her. No radio stations could play her music but that made her even more popular. Her fans were mostly high school and college age girls but there were many in their 20's and 30's that came to watch her act.
OK, so I'm a Freshman at Hiller College. Good school. Great physics department. Here we go, Milton Hall. What a dumb name for a dorm. Looks OK. In fact, I hear I really lucked out. This is one of the nicest residence halls on campus. Every two rooms share a bathroom. Nice! And my room mate is, let's see, Sam Miller. Says here on my housing form he's a junior political science major. Yeah, maybe it'll be cool living with a junior. Hope he's nice.
It happened a long time ago, circa 1979-81. During the unrestrained 1970s, I spent my weekends driving around England hurting and fucking women. They were usually married and their husbands were almost always present, if not actually taking an active part. You see, I advertised in contact magazines that I would chastise and humiliate errant wives. I never charged for this service, but I probably could have. Hurting women gave me great enjoyment.
I was lifting weights with Carl one day like I regularly did. Carl liked me, I'm not certain why. I know it wasn't just because of Jessi, or that I was some kind of token whitey. He seemed more relaxed with me even then when his buddies came over. I asked him about it this day and he stopped and thought and then replied that I didn't threaten, or try and compete with him. Also he'd never had a little brother and I was just like the one he always wished he'd had. This was pretty heavy to me, it moved me, and I thanked him for being the big brother that I'd never had. Then we smiled and gushed each other while he changed the weights.
The morning practice ride with Annette had been uneventful. No, it had been boring. They only did six miles, because Annette's husband had to leave early, some meeting or something. Barbara did not listen as Annette had given her the details. They had passed numerous youths on their way to school as they peddled along. She thought many things to herself, but said nothing to Annette. Once at home, she slipped into her swim suit and jumped into the pool. That seemed to cleanse her of the lewd thoughts that had controlled her mind during their entire ride.
Brianna awoke to the smell of something wonderful cooking. She opened her eyes and found herself laying on a blanket next to a fire. A spit holding a rabbit was being turned by the man who had plucked her off the forest floor. She sat up slowly, a small groan escaping her. He looked over at her and smiled. "It's about time, sleepyhead" he teased. She blushed and turned away. "Who are you?" she asked in a whisper, glancing at him from the side of her eyes. He smiled again as he saw her observing him, and he reached up to remove his mask. She gasped in spite of herself when she saw how handsome he was, and then blushed again when he chuckled. "You may call me Duncan" he answered. "And who are YOU?" he asked. She didn't answer, instead, standing and moving away from the fire.
I find her at the bus station, an obvious runaway lost in our big city. I talk to her some, find out her name is Carrie and she's 13 1/2 years old. She has an absolutely beautiful slender face, pert nose, pouty lips. Long dark hair to her shoulders. What looks like a nice figure. She won't tell me where she's from. I offer to buy her some lunch there at the depot. We talk a bit more as she eats. She's running away from an alcoholic mother and father, a home she can't stand anymore. I offer to take her to a nearby runaway shelter. She hesitates, but with no money she really has no where else to go. As she climbs into my car I chloroform her to sleep.
Richard kissed Shannon again. By now her dress was on the floor and he was playing with her naked nipples. "So, all I have to say is `sweet submission.'" Shannon moaned loudly and looked blankly into Richard's eyes. Shannon thought she should be startled by her reaction to Richard's words, but most of her thoughts were in the back of her mind. She knew she would do whatever Richard asked her to do, but the part of her that normally thinks and reacts could only observe. It was almost like she was a seperate person that could just observe what she was doing! The only difference was that all of her including her normal self was as horny as she was when Richard said those words to her in her dream.
I was in N.Y. visiting a friend of mine who lives in a big apartment building in the center of town. I arrived there about noon for lunch and spent the whole day just talking about old times. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight! I couldn't believe how fast the time went by! We said our good-byes and I left. Walking down to the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn't very much light in the hallways. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hallway saying their good-byes to a bunch of people. They must've had a good time because they were all laughing and talking.
I broke into their home early this morning. Surprised them as they woke. Now I have them all, in the basement, tied to the wall with their hands over their heads. mommy and her four kids. Dad's dead. Saw it in the obits. That's why I came. Out here to the country. Nearest home miles away. With my guns, of course. Mom. 32 years old. Had her first kid at 18. A drop-dead redhead. Slender. Large firm breasts, slim waist, well rounded hips.
Birdy lies on the floor of the Jacuzzi room, stunned. Just a few moments ago, Creed had grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and thrown her into the hot tub he was soaking in, splashing water everywhere, and commanded her to use her telepathic talent to perform her primary duty as his assistant - hiding the monsters, covering up the guilt and disgust he felt about his killing, giving him the remorseless endorphin high he called the "glow." Rummaging around deep in Creed's brain, she had stumbled upon deeply buried memories - memories from his childhood concerning the roots of his psychoses. The next thing she knows is the explosion of pain from Creed's fist connecting with her head.
I spot her in the mall, the cutest little girl I think I've ever seen in her shorts and T-shirt. I'd guess 14 or 15, average size, no obvious fat. Dark brown hair and eyes, sweet little mouth. Undeveloped flat chest straig ht down to her waist and hips. Legs slender, no real curves. She's gorgeous! And it appears she's either here alone or has separated from someone. I follow her as she moves down the central core, her little ass swaying.
Of course I know that it's wrong. But I get this urge and I just can't help myself. If I don't succumb then I will just lay awake all night anyway, so what the hell, I'm not hurting anyone or anything. So I go out. My apartment complex is truly huge and mine is only one several grouped together. All told there must be thousands of homes in easy walking distance of me. That suits me just fine. See, I'm a voyeur. I live by myself, work in a print shop forty hours a week, and spend just about every night outside. I've been doing this for three years now. After all this time and effort I have it down to a science. I have my regulars. There are ten to fifteen tenants that I know that I can count on for a show. I swear they must want me to look.
The hospital was not a very cheerful place. It was full of boys and girls with dark and evil minds. It was an old building, very gothic in architecture. Like an old, mad tyrant it sat, on a high cliff between an ancient forest and a raging sea. It came to pass that one night there was a terrible storm. Thunder roared like the sound of great ogres battling in the clouds. Lightning thrashed the forbidding edifice as torrential rains drenched the landscape. With each brilliant flash of blue light, the brooding gargoyles perched on the stone behemoth were illuminated in sharp relief. They seemed to be alive as they regurgitated in what appeared to be disgust at the human monsters they were charged to protect within the ancient dwelling.
"Suck my cock, Jamie," the boy in the uniform commanded, slapping Jamie's beautiful, tear-stained face with his fat, slimy cock. "Suck some mliitary cock, you trashy, cheerleading slut!" Jamie was bent over like an animal in the middle of the mob of boys. It seemed to the daeed young cheerleader that every boy attending Rener's Military Academy must be gathered around her.
MI-6 is the British agency responsible for international espionage. During the Cold War, British and Soviet Agents engaged in a secret 'chess' game. The penelties endured by a captured 'piece' were not pleasant... Moscow, 1986. She couldn't even begin to guess how long she'd been chained up in this dank, musty smelling place. It could have been hours, but it was probably more like days. She was famished, thirsty, had to pee, and her ass was numb from sitting for so long.
When she had finally stopped screaming and then babbling and then moaning and then sobbing and gasping, the man with the cigar told her again that her brother was waiting. All his life, she thought, he had been waiting for this all his life. "Do ask him nicely," the man with the cigar said, and when she just whimpered he began puffing on it again. "No," she said, almost choking on the words but unable to stop herself from saying them. "No god no please I can't." And as the man took the cigar from his mouth she said, "All right. All right. Don't. Please. I will. I'll do it. Please. All right."
Her steel blue eyes rolled up and then closed tight. Her arms pressed against her breasts rubbing them as she moved her hands over the crotch of her pants. Gentle moans of pleasure fell from her lips with every stroke of her body. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles were she kicked them off to her side. With one hand she yanked her tiny white panties to her knees exposing a very young mound of thin brown pubic hair. Pale white skin clearly showed through the sparse patch of hair.
You are my slave. You will obey me instantly, totally, without hesitation or reservation. You will accept whatever punishments and rewards I choose to give you. You are not my husband. You will never become my husband. You have no claim on my assets or my income. You are expected to cook for me, or keep house for me, or sew for me, and rear my children. You are solely my sex slave.
Jill was exhuberant when she was told she would get the job working for State Senator Marshall in the next session of the legislature. She had devoted 6 years of her life getting a political science degree and working two jobs to pay for it. She had hoped of landing a job as soon as she graduated, but here it was almost 3 years later, at the age of 27, she was still working as a cocktail waitress. It was good money but she wanted more out of life....she wanted self-satisfaction.
Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget my inhibitions long enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. When she said sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home with her and walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick house and turned off the lights. "This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a white two-story house with the second story porch roof beginning to sag.
"Come on, honey," Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at his arm. Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit of the children who were sitting directly across from them. He and Laura had just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and somehow, he wanted to reassure the children ... Laura's children really, that he'd be a good father to them. He wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole thing, but he was determined to try.
It was one of those warm, sleepy, late-summer days, when the sky seems to have been a deep blue forever, and such thing as clouds and rain are faint and distant memories. I had set off in the old Beetle quite early, driven from the city by boredom, lack of work (the show I had been playing in had folded early, probably from too much ennui) and a vague footloose feeling which always seemed to hit me when the college year was not far from resuming.
When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during english, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
I wonder why it is, Sally Denham thought quizzically to herself, that nothing in life ever turns out quite the way you think it will? Take me, for instance, a born and bred New Englander--what am I doing in Quiggville, Tennessee? I'm not even sure I like the South (perhaps 'approve of' was more the term), yet here I am practically committed to spending the rest of my life here! Once Ray gets his partnership we'll be committed for sure.
I remember it well, It was a friday afternoon, my wife was getting ready for work. The phone rang. It was my neice, Cindy. She wanted to talk to my wife. A few minutes later, my wife came into the living room, where I sat typing at the keyboard. She told me that Cindy was going to stay the weekend. "Fun" I thought to myself. Cindy was an 11 year old girl, who was a bit of a pain. Not a major one, just a bit of a pain. Then my wife mentioned that Cindy's girlfriend was coming as well. "All Right!" I thought. This girl was HOT! 12 years old, with a knock out body. She was about 4'9" tall, with long brown hair. She had a girlish face, and a tight little butt.
It was shortly after my 11th birthday when I made the biggest, most important discovery of my life. You guessed it. I discovered the joys of sex, or at least the joys of masturbation, which was as close to sex as I had gotten. It all started one day when I was given the job of cleaning out the garage. My parents had gone shopping, and had promised to give me $10 to go to the movies if I had the garage spotless by the time I got home.
The phone rang. I picked it up, and said "Hello?". There was a long silence. Just as I was about to hang up, a voice spoke up. "Hello", it was the voice of a young girl, " who's this?", she asked. I told her who I was. I could hear a sigh of releif, over the phone. "Hi", she started, "this is Samantha". "Hello Samantha, and how are you today?", I asked her. "Fine and horny", she replied. "I wanted to know if we could get together again, and you could show me some more about sex. I really enoyed the last time."
A miss in the engine of the RV caught my attention, so while I waited for Rhonda and the kids to get loaded for our trip, I opened the engine compartment to check it out. I saw a loose plug wire and reached to replace it when Tabitah came up beside me. "What's the matter?" She asked. "Just a loose wire," I replied as I leaned over. She stood on tiptoe to see and I felt her nubile breasts rubbing my arm. I glanced sideways at her, but she pretended not to notice the contact. "Like mother, like daughter," I thought. She backed off as I closed the hood.
My mother died when I was eight from a car accident with a drunk driver five years ago. My Dad was left to raise me on his own and against his beliefs I think he did a good job trying to fill the role of both mother and father. It wasn't easy for him to raise his baby girl into a young woman, but he had managed even through the "period crisis" with very little help from anyone else. But I didn't like the fact that he refused to go out and date other women claiming his devotion to my mother.
Sandy Jenkins and her husband Jim had attended the small Baptist church for all their lives. They had been married in the church only four years ago; four years of a very frustrating and unsatisfying marriage for the beautiful blonde wife of only twenty four. Her husband is impressively endowed with a nearly four inch manhood. And that manhood cannot reach the deep womb of the passionate and unfulfilled young wife.
Jimmy Gilman was fourteen and as horny as any other adolescent boy. What made it worse was being the only boy in a house full of girls. He had six sisters, aged from six to sixteen. They all lived in a large house with their mother, a widow. Jimmy and his sisters were adopted; they were not related by blood. Their adoptive father had died two years ago.
As I flipped through a local paper looking for used computer equipment, an ad caught my eye. Its cryptic message read "Men: Ult fnt gft 4 wf/gf. 3 blk mls w27" gty sat. Call 3F at 555-3455." "Hmmm, I'll bet Sara'd like that," I chuckled when I'd deciphered the shorthand. Over the previous few months whenever my wife and I talked about our sexual fantasies, hers had two recurring themes: multiple partners and black cock. She seemed to have developed a fixation about both.
I've lived with my girlfriend Sarah for three years now. We're getting married in two months time. When I first went out with Sarah she was already dating another guy. His name was Steve. Sarah made it clear to me on our first date that she didn't want to give up Steve. I said ok, thinking that given enough time she'd eventually drop him -- either that or she'd dump me. Well, it didn't quite work out that way. Sarah has continued dating Steve and intends to keep seeing him after we're married.
Ever since the age of about 16, I've had an affinity for young girls. Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 24, nothing's changed. My current girlfriend has recently reached her seventeenth birthday, and I plucked her from a local high school when she was 15. She had already had sex by the time we met, but nothing like the sex that we have now. I've taught her many things, and have had a few things taught to me in return. I've coaxed her into many 'bizarre' sexual scenes by the dropping of a subtle hint or two to point her in the right direction. About two months ago I started pressing her on the idea of adding another woman to our sexual escapades, and she was quite receptive to say the least.
I am the middle child, with sisters, one older and one younger. Both my parents are still married. My story happened 5 years ago when I was 15. My older sister, Susan, was 18 and my younger sister, Sara, was 14. I used to come home from school and sneak into my parents room a get one of my dad's dirty magazines, then go back to my room and look at the pictures. I would get rock hard. One day I started to play with my hard shaft and found how good it felt. I used to beat off about 3 times a week. I was startled to hear, "What are you doing?" I was embarrassed, standing there, shorts around my ankles, and cock in my hand.
Bob Wilson sat on the sofa reading the paper while his wife, Mary, was busy in the kitchen planning breakfast. He was feeling horny, as always, and his semi-hard cock was beginning to swell against his silk robe. He was about to take it out and stroke it when his 12-year-old son, Ricky, came bouncing into the den. Ricky greeted his dad and stretched, rubbing his eyes with his hands. The stretching caused his thin nightshirt to rise up until his little balls were visible. His thin cock was hard, as usual, and it poked out the front of his nightshirt invitingly.
Screech sat there thinking if this worked I could finally get Lisa to suck my dick. She was one sexy babe. Screech was working on a drug that he believed would make a person a slave to the next person that he or she saw. He had tried it on many of his animals with great success and now felt it was time to try it on the woman he had lusted over for many years. Screech's big dilemma was how to give the drug to Lisa and make sure he was the first person she saw. The drug would work approximately one minute after the pill was taken and, if Screech was right, would make the individual a submissive and sexual slave to the next person he/she saw.
Pam Harper couldn't believe the strange sensations she had been having inside her pussy for the past week. Tingling, itching, sometimes throbbing needs seem to surge through her loins at the slightest hint of sex or romance. And Pam wasn't quite sure in her fourteen-year-old mind what the difference was! She knew, of course, what males and females did together. She'd seen the textbooks, but books are very dry and academic ways to really hear or learn about sex. In the case of Pam's experience, a much more graphic and direct route to being sexually educated had come the day she had overheard Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker talking in the girls' john at school.
When Neil saw her across the room, he immediately knew she was the woman he had dreamed of all his life. Even though she was not especially beautiful in the traditional sense, her total appearance--the shape of her face, the way she dressed, and the very way she held her body erect and straight--was very striking. She wore her hair short, molded in a soft, golden crown that accented her facial features. She seemed to be wearing little make-up, and there was a conspicuous lack of even simple adornments like ear rings and necklace.
From the expression on Onny's face when she looked at the pictures showing she and her family, Neil believed that either the picture or the time it was taken was significant to her. As she later disclosed, the picture had been taken just before she had lost her virginity, and she had fond memories of that time period. Onny had told Neil that it had been her brother who made a woman of her, and since Neil too had lost his virginity to his older sister, he was neither shocked nor disturbed by her confession. He was interested, though, in hearing Onny tell about the experience so that he could compare it with his own. Neil asked Onny to tell him about what happened that year, and this is the story she told.
"Vicky, I'm assigning you a task today." Victoria looked up from nuzzling Matt's shoulder, but he was intent on his shaving and didn't even glance at her. "I want you to go and buy five silk scarves." His tone and manner indicated that there was not to be any questioning of this "task", she was just supposed to do it. She left the bathroom, wondering what this was all about. She busied herself with making them breakfast and while they ate, they discussed various things, but he never mentioned the scarves again.
The Parkview College for Boys closed it's doors, the board of directors decided it only right that Parkview accept coeducational enrollment. Hmmph, thought Jean, "This could mean trouble". Thoughts ran through her mind of her girls being taken advantage of... rapes, pregnancies. She decided that a course of strict discipline for these boys would be necessary to keep them in line. She would instruct the staff and of course she would also get the girls to cooperate in their discipline also. "About time they learned," she thought.
"This is an alternative school you understand... we don't operate within the boundaries of the Education System, and for that reason, as I said before, your daughter must be over the age of sixteen to enter." "I realise that, but you've got to understand that Florence is not your usual fifteen year old. Last week, while grounded for sexually harassing the gardener, we found her looking through one of my magazines and masturbating; on our bed. We both want her to be worldly, however in my position I can't have it known that I've a promiscuous daughter. She needs a strong hand, while at the same time, a well rounded education... In all respects." The dean looked at Mr Robinson in exasperation. "I understand that, but the rules..."
After lunch, a boy came to my classroom to discuss his options for life after high school. I, of course, suggested college. He rolled his eyes and whined about how he hears that same line from his folks. I started into my told-it-to-a-hundred-students-before speech about the college experience and how it improves one's life. He quickly got bored and started looking around the room. I realized that I had to convince him that what I was saying to him was somehow different from the lectures he got at home, and I couldn't do that without his attention. I was determined I could change his mind.
It had been a hot, dry spring in the Midwest and the fields and roads showed it. Clouds of dust marked the passing of cars or a breath of the wind, and added an air of desolation to the world about. On that early May morning it was cool, cooler than it had been. Melissa Coleridge and Kristal Harper both commented on this as they made their way to the bus stop.
Indian Summer carried well on into the beginning of the school year, and the hills of Lincoln, New York in the center of the state were bathed with the warm rays of the sun, even though it should have been much cooler. The trees were changing color, turning the landscape into a picture-postcard setting. On the first day of the school year, just before her classes were to begin, lovely Karen Heller stood at the window of her second grade classroom and looked toward the hills. It was hardly a day to be teaching school, she thought to herself.
"It was a dark and stormy night..." The girls groaned good-naturedly, grouped around the campfire. Shelly, the oldest Scout at 13, had suggested telling ghost stories before bed. I suspected that she secretly enjoyed having one of the younger girls clutching at her. Well, I could understand that. I didn't mind it that much myself. The problem was that it really was a dark and stormy night. The sun had gone down hours ago and the waning moon was quickly becoming obscured by storm clouds. The distant lightning bolts did give a pretty good backdrop for scary stories though. But the rain coming with the storm was sure to put a damper on the girls' mood.
This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their cookie drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always spending money on "worthy causes"). On Saturday, the wife and kids went into town to do some shopping and she said they'd be gone 'till after suppertime, so I was on my own for the whole day! It's VERY infrequent that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the quiet to back up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the room that the computer is in.
I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes us attorneys seem like assholes to the little guys of this world, but the fact is that the first thing an attorney learns is to take care of "number one"--because no one else will. Nice guys win only in the movies. In real life, it's selfish pricks like me that get the cream, the money and the best sex that's out there just for the asking--as long as you don't let your conscience stand in your way.
It struck him, as he heard the screaming, that it would not be himself only from whom information was to be sought; although it was obvious that with him would be employed no such physical crudity. Still, it was not to be put down, that frisson of trepidation for himself and of horror for that other whose sounds of profound agony continued to ring out, hardly muffled by walls dividing him from its -- intentionally, no doubt -- proximate source.
I liked John and I didn't like him. I liked him because he made my mother happy. These days she had a smile on her face and hummed or sang as she went about her housework or got into her nurse's uniform to go to her job. I didn't like him for the same reason, I guess. Plain old jealousy. My old man got himself killed in some kind of police action in Central America a dozen years ago when I was two, and I was used to being the "man of the house." That made John an intruder.
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. She likes to dress very provocatively, rarely wearing a bra,and giving all the men who see her a big thrill. Her breasts are large, full and firm, with thick dark nipples. She has a slim waist with nice rounded hips and best of all, long horny legs. Karen has always been 'hot' and as much as I give it to her, she always wants more.
After our last adventure with Jimi and Dan, my wife and I were in a constant state of arousal. We often fantasized about them while making love, and Karen made it even more arousing by whispering how good it felt to feel them cumming their loads fully up inside her, and how she was looking forward to even more next time. We both agreed that not using protection was just too taboo-breaking not to continue doing. Besides that, I think that both of us secretly wanted to see her become impregnated. As you will remember, I have had a vasectomy, and can't get her pregnant myself.
Celena loved the beach. It wasn't just the love of a day in the sun and the sound of the pounding surf. It wasn't even getting to show off her graceful curves to the lifeguards. She was a mermaid of sorts, a sea priestess. And that meant her power was its greatest when she was at the ocean. She always wondered what it was like for all of the mundanes, going to the beach just to have a nice time in the sun, sand and sea. Not to feel that rush of energy and the ability to control it. To her, the water was the blood of her goddess, the world's biggest tub of holy water. The sun was fire incarnate, and the sand was earth. And from the slightest breeze to the fiercest gale, the wind carried the power of the air. And every bit of that power but waited for her command.
I squinted my eyes at the evening sun poised outside the window. I rolled over and buried my face in the sofa cushions, wishing I didn't have to wake up but knowing I'd be awake til three in the morning if I napped any more. I felt sticky in my tee-shirt and sweatpants and my tongue tasted like the filling inside the dusty upholstery. After breathing the musty odor of the sofa for a while, I shifted onto my back and extended my cramped joints, easing my legs straight and flexing my biceps. The ceiling glowed orange with sunlight, a shade which soothed my stinging eyes. I glanced over at the VCR: the blue-lighted timer read 4:43.
You thought that you would always be a homemaker. When you got married it looked great and then it seemed routine and then, it was five years later and you thought that that was it. Now, here you are, back as a secretary in a new job. You have been working for a full week now and you are beginning to settle in. You found that your fingers remembered how to type even when you thought that you had forgotten. Your supervisor is a svelte looking woman who has a particularly stern manner. Your boss is one of the most attractive men you know.
Claudia walked quietly into her bedroom in the late afternoon sun. Her father was entertaining some of his drunk friends again as usual on a Friday after the hard week day of work. Even during the weekdays he would usually come home drunk anyways. And sometimes if just a piece of paper was left on the floor he would make her and her younger brother and sister all come downstairs. Then he would take his belt off and make all three pull down there pants or skirts, and underware.
Jeremy's first encounter with his sister Jennifer began when she was 12 and he was 14 years old. They were home alone and both bored. The storm that was going on had knocked out the cable TV so Jeremy went to his room and started glancing through a porno magazine that he had borrowed from a friend at school. He was sure this magazine was illegal because the models in it were his age, some appeared even younger. All of the writing was in German but he liked to fantasize about some of the girls being from his own school.
Sara is only 15, but her little breasts are more than adolescent buds -- having rosy, well-developed nipples and a distinct round form. To me, they are quite enticing, albeit no match for mine or those of the other women in my house. Sara's hair is a rich, honey color, and flows down her back to her waist in gentle, thick, silky waves, shining with the vigor and health of youth, and terminating in a series of bouncy curls. Her face is round, innocent, and her pale brown eyebrows frame a pair of large, wide-set and stunningly blue eyes. Her mouth is broad and graced with pink, sensuous lips.
Let me start off by saying that I am not married. I am a college student and I share an apartment with my girlfriend. Her name is Julie. We were together for about a year before we decided to live together. Originally I was going to go in with some guys I'm friends with to get an apartment. But Julie's family was rather poor, and they couldn't afford to pay for her to live in an apartment. She really didn't want to live in the dorms again and I didn't want her to live far from me so we decided to get jobs and get an apartment together with me footing most of the costs.
You had been invited to the party once before, and knew what to expect. In your heart you desired to be chosen by him. But in your mind you feared it somewhat. To you, the first time you went to the party, it was just another party. A friend had suggested you go and you were surprised by the things that happened that night as well as the man giving the party. Somehow your friend had gotten approval for you to attend, which you learned later was not easy, for the Host was very selective about how came to his parties.
The week just seemed to drag by. You were in agony all throughout it, waiting for the next party. You had made several changes in your wardrobe for the occasion. Going out and buying a hot pink, silk dress. One that was almost see through. You also purchased the hot pink garter belt and shear pink nylons to wear with the dress. Then you went to purchase the shoes you would wear and even had to have them dyed to match the dress. But it didn't matter! You were determined to be the chosen one this weekend. Even if you had to cause a disturbance as the woman did last weekend.
You lay in this most uncomfortable state for what seems to be an hour. (In reality it is only thirty five minutes.) You begin to reflect on what you have gotten yourself into and wonder why you said yes and agreed. You thought back to when Master Nathaniel spoke of punishment and remembered what your body felt at that moment. You could feel the anticipation of being spanked and it excited you. You felt gitty inside, as though a million butterflies were dancing in your stomach and pussy.
You are left to sleep only briefly. Not more than an hour has past, when your Master touches your back and says, "Slave, wake now." You shake your head slightly in an attempt to bring you back to reality, thinking you have dreamed the entire incident of before. When you realize you can not move it floods your brain that what you confusingly thought a dream was in fact happening.
"Your training is coming along nicely, little puss," your Master states to you. You are pleased and delighted that your Master is happy with your progress. "Your training will, of course, continue. Sometimes at my hand and at other times at the hand of your Mistress. When have learned the ultimate lessons of being a slave your shall move from the training level and be given more freedom. But not until you have achieved the levels and depths of understanding I demand from my slaves."
As you stand, submissively before your Master, reflecting on the prior days, your clipped nipples respond to the sensation of the clips and stirs a warmth through your nether region. You continue to ponder the events, they now somehow seemed so long ago. Your mind quickly pushes past the total discomfort of the enema you experienced. Then you recall the gentle, almost tender massage your Mistress gave you during the shower following the enema.
As you stand, before your Master, reviewing the events of the last few days, your body reacts to the thrilling pleasures it has experienced from the hand of your well experienced Master and Mistress. You reflect now on the time spent in the library, your crimson colored ass exposed to all who enter the room. You sink into deeper thought to recall every detail of the event.
Three hours has past and your Mistress comes in to awaken you. You feel well rested, yet when you start to rise you can feel the painful reminder still on your pinkish bottom. "You may use the bathroom slave," your Mistress states. "Then down the hall to the examination room for your enema." You heart sinks, not again you think. But you know better than to protest and obey in silence.
When you wake, your Master is still sleeping, but now lays next to you. You study his firm, muscular body. His face shows great strength. His dark brown hair is messed up a bit but otherwise lays perfectly at all times. He is ruggedly handsome, not a pretty boy type. His eyes, the most captivating of any you have seen, are without doubt the most attractive feature. Though his nose is a perfect shape and his chin is firm and distinct. You gaze further down his body to his uncovered chest and watch him breath, his chest raising and lowing in a perfect rhythm. You look further down his body and note his cock is erect and firm.
"Well slave, have you finished your review of the past few days?" Your Master's voice interrupts your thoughts now. "Yes Master," you respond timidly. "Very good," he says to you as he circles your standing position body. "Then the question comes to mind slave, how many orgasms have you had in the these three days?"
A hum filled Lynn Shaffer's ears as she began to arouse herself from her half-sleep. She was dimly aware of a delicious warmth which permeated her entire body, forming tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead and letting a faint dampness invade the sheltered places beneath her arms and down between her small, smoothly rounded thighs. She rolled over onto her back, vaguely conscious now of the texture of the terrycloth towel which lay beneath her, and of the sweltering sun standing high over her in the cloudless Caribbean sky.
Private Robert Simmons, USMC serial number 569-69-8182, 18 years old and now in his 6th week of Marine "Boot" training at MCRD San Diego was in the platoon squadbay sitting on a foot locker shinning his shoes when he heard one of the junior DIs yell out: "Private Simmons, front and center! On the double skinhead!" Bob jumped to his feet double-timed toward the sound of the voice. "It's that fucking sadistic bastard Sergeant Casey", Bob thought as he ran through the squadbay. "Now what the fuck does he want?" Bob came to an abrupt halt in front of Sergeant Casey and braced himself to attention.
I was 13 and it was the summer of 1981. We used to go over to Darrin's house, three or four of us, and play games -- Statis-Pro basketball, Dungeons and Dragons, Monopoly. When we'd been nerdy enough, we'd go out and play baseball, you know, hit grounders until you were sweaty, then go to the store for some Rondo and buy some baseball cards. One of the distractions that summer was, as always, Darrin's mom, Serina. She was a divorcee who ran her own business out of the house, so she was around a lot. She gave off a quiet but steady sexual energy which was never made explicit -- she never said anything overtly flirtatious or touched us inappropriately.
"You think I'm a bitch, don't you, Hopkins," Cicily Upshur said, sitting in the large kitchen in her palatial home on Long Island. Cicily was twenty-six, tall, slim, aristocratic looking, with soft dark hair and hard dark eyes, and a striking lovly face and a luscious, curvy body. "That is not for me to say, Madam," Hopkins said. Hopkins, butler and general factotum of the Upshur house, was a compactly built man who might be thirty or forty or fifty. "I'm asking you your opinion, Hopkins," Cicily said. "I know you think I'm a bitch. You might as well say so."
Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines of her movements.
Light My Fire! -- Stroke her embers, and then watch out! Spend a lot of time warming up your lady to give her the best orgasm she has ever had! Kiss the back of her neck, her hairline, her ears. Kiss her eyes, her throat, her lips. Spend several minutes just kissing each other. Vary the kisses -- light ones, then deep passionate ones. Run your tongue over her lips and teeth, suck her lower lip. Then move down to her breasts, kissing, sucking, nibbling, caressing them.
The sole purpose of this book is to offer readers the oppor- tunity to improve their sex lives and increase their excitement through the use of hypnotic techniques. Working under the premise that variety is the spice of life, it is hoped that this addi- tional avenue will provide all of the variety you will ever need. Additionally, improved relaxation lends itself to increased self awareness. You can learn techniques that will increase your capacity to become relaxed. Apprehension often causes sexual mal- functions such as impotence or frigidity. Acquired relaxation techniques reduce and often eliminate the problem.
It is Friday.. the day of relaxation. You are sitting at your terminal.. typing and geeking away.. about something or other.. I am there.. I am watching you.. and I know you feel my presence, because you pause every now and then to look up at me.. and I smile at you. You are relaxed and happy to be at home.. it is quiet except for the sounds of our breathing. I come over to you, and look into your eyes. I have my arms around you and you seem to have some difficulty typing and seeing the screen.. But you don't seem to mind much..
I have to tell SOMEONE about the most amazing thing that has EVER happened to me...but if I tell anyone I know, I will end up behind bars...so YOU will be the only one I tell... Annie was a beautiful 23-year-old redhead who moved into one of the apartments upstairs from me with her adorable little 9-year-old daughter. Shannon had her mom's flame-red hair, and the widest, cutest smile you've ever seen. Just being around her made you want to pick her up and give her the biggest hug! I got to know Annie fairly well in the month since they moved in and was getting up the nerve to ask her out. She'd just gotten divorced after having married very young (she had Shannon when she was just 14), and now they were on their own in a town far from the home they had known all their lives. I didn't know anything about her ex, as she didn't talk about him at all.
My father and I both love my mom dearly and we are happy to help satisfy her together. You see, my mom is a nympho. She just loves sex and, as soon as I turned eighteen, Dad had a long talk with me about their sex life. "You just have to help me out, Son. She is killing me. All the time she wants a stiff dick in her and I just can't get it up enough to satisfy her. I want you to help me," he told me as he sat on the edge of my bed.
To begin, I have two children both daughters. At this time the oldest, Sharon is nineteen and Alice the youngest is fifteen (she was sixteen September 12th). Sharon is five - five, 123 pounds. She has brown hair, hazel eyes and is pretty but not beautiful. She resembles her mother. Her measurements are 34B-26-38. Alice is five - three, 116 pounds. She has dark blond hair, green eyes and is very pretty. She resembles me. I would say beautiful but I'm biased. Her measurements are 32B-24-34 My daughter Sharon was in her first year of college. She came home for Easter vacation. It was Saturday and Sharon showed up about 1 PM. From the moment she walked in the door she raved about Ted, her new love. I was certain by the way she was talking that she had given him her virginity. I was jealous and angry. We had always been close but never anything sexual.
It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally various fraternities and sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usual playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house for the weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never been much of a fan of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one for a while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into her wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained why she was so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party.
My wife Shelly began her journey of submission in a rather innocent way. In fact I'm partly responsible for my wife's introduction to the man responsible for my wife's total submission. It started innocently enough; or so I thought. My wife and I live in a very quiet suburb. My job as a manager in a computer company allows us to lead a very comfortable lifestyle. Shelly has never had to work; although she has taken several non paying jobs at our church.
Our company sent us to New York on business, and we were both booked into the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back to the coast. We checked in, finding our adjoining rooms on the 23rd floor of a large luxury hotel. We'd both been surprised when we were booked into this hotel, expecting more modest quarters.
"Crawl for us, girl," the sheriff said, and I did. I had no will left. For four full days I had been in their power. For four days and nights I had been a plaything for them. For four days and nights I had been raped and beaten and whipped and tortured and tormented. Until I was broken, fully. I had screamed and yelled and I had begged and pleaded, but I had only driven them on. They were animals, panting animals with a live toy to play with. I had been debased and ground into dirt and they had done everything they possibly could to me.
The next day Sherry was in her room thinking about the night before. She really had enjoyed her lessons in sex. She was very happy that her baby body was able to put up with it. She hoped more lessons were on the way. About 5:30 her sister knocked on The door. "Its Kim" she said. " May I come in?" "Come on in." Sherry replied. Kim walked into the room. Sherry noticed that her sister had her box of toys. This pleased Sherry very much. She could feel her tiny pussy getting wet already.
Sherry had enjoyed what her family has taught her about sex. She had learned what it took to be a slut. She considered herself to be one. Her family agreed with her. She was a twelve year old horny little slut. Her dad had showed her many things the week that she slept with him. She learned how to turn a man on. She learned how to give a man a blow job and how to swallow the cum (which she did not like the taste of at first, but she grew to love it). She learned how it felt to have a big dick stuck in her mouth,her pussy and her butt.
Sherry was waiting in the her family's TV room for Linda, a friend from school, to come over. It was about 7:00 Friday night. She asked her mother if she could have Linda spend the night and her mother gave permission. Sherry always liked to have friends over to spend the night. Sherry sat and watched TV. There was a good movie on a local station. It was one she had seen thousands of times before. She was wishing that her friend would show up soon.
After making wonderful love with her father one night, Sherry laid in her fathers arms. This was her favorite place in the world. Every night after they made love, they sometimes talked about things. "I have a problem I don't know what to do about Daddy" Sherry said. "Whats the problem sweetheart?" he asked. "I have a class I am not doing well in. I am failing it at the moment. I have talked to the teacher about my grades, he said that since it was so close to the end of the semester, there was nothing I could do to pass. Even if I made an A on the final test, I will still fail. This means I have to take the class over. I don't want to do that."
One day after school, Sherry arrived home and went to the bedroom her and her father shared. She left the door opened and got undressed. She went to the closet to get her box of toys. She was happy that Mr. Hunter had returned them after their week-end together. They never used them because they didn't need them. Sherry took a vibrator out of the box and started to get herself off. She turned it on and rubbed her pussy with it. Soon her little pussy was getting wet. She stuck the vibrator deep in her and felt the vibration all over her body. She moaned in pleasure. Soon a powerful orgasm overcame her small body. Then her moan became a scream of passion.
Sherry lay there in bed with her father. They had just made love. Sherry's small 12 year old body was being held by her father. She always enjoyed the cuddle time after sex. She always felt warm and safe. "Thanks Daddy. I can still feel your sperm coming out of my pussy. It feels so good." Sherry said. "I love the way your cum feels in me." "I love the way your pussy feels around my cock when we fuck." her father replied. She was a great fuck her father thought. They had been lovers now for a little over two months. He could never get enough of his 12 year old daughter's pussy.
She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of course. She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and wrists forcing her breasts forward.
Shopping is the pits! All I need is a nice pair of shoes for my date Saturday night and I can't find the right ones. A friend of mine had told me about this new store that carried not only shoes but leather items. You can bet that held my interest!!! Entering the store, I was surrounded by the exotic scent of leather. I inhaled, allowing the aroma to caress me, sending little trickles of excitement through me. Tossing my blonde curls and bringing myself back to reality, I headed in search of the shoe department.
Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. "Why?" she thought to herself, "Why did I ever take that dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store without paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I'm going to get the spanking of my life because of her!". Lisa need not have worried though, because just three blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting was just at that moment beginning to be played out.
Mary checked the house to make sure all the lights were turned off before locking the door behind her. She only had 15 mintues to pick up Charlene to go shopping. It was too bad her own daughter couldn't accompany them; Charlene was only 5 years older than Amy and the two girls got along very well. Mmary was flattered that Charlene had asked her to help pick out some shoes for college. She hadn't spent a whole day shopping in such a long time. This was going to be fun.
It was 6 A.M. when Ann hit the showers. She had an 8 o'clock class what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective. How else was she going to maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot water beat softly against her young and supple skin, the fog started to clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn't in her private shower back home. She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all open to each other. "Why don't they provide a little privacy around here?" Oh well, Ann secretly enjoyed the lack of privacy. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the shower each morning.
This story is about my niece, stephanie. We started playing when she was about seven or eight years old. I think I already told you how we got started. She quickly turned into a hot little girl. She loved to have her little pussy played with, and took every chance to have some fun. Often, she would call me up and ask if she could come over and have some fun. Since her mother worked in the evening and over night at times as a nurse, Ste and her sister had many occasions to spend the night with me when I would baby-sit.
Stephanie was becoming more and more of a showoff all the time. It had all started about a month before, when I happened to catch her standing in front of my second story bedroom window naked after having changed out of her bathing suit. I had explained to her that the world did not think it appropriate for a nine year old girl to be displaying herself in such a manner. She pooh poohed that and I eventually went downstairs to make sure no one was around while she stood at the window. She had insisted she wanted to show someone, and I had readily volunteered. At first it was just with me, but lately, she had started dressing in the most revealing outfits she could find.
The cool air of the apartment was refreshing. The day was hot and, after watching the show Stephanie put on for John, so was I. I put on the television for John's two little nieces and asked Ste to show John where he could change clothes. She took him to my bedroom and came back into the living room. "Did you take care of John?" I asked.
"It hurts a lot." "I know." "I can't stand it any more." "You'll have to." "I can't. It hurts so much." "I know. That's the point." "But it's been on so long. It just gets worse and worse." "That's right. Isn't it lovely?" "I can't. I can't. I'm going to take it off." "I wouldn't advise that." "But I have to." "If you do, I will put it back, and I will handcuff your wrists to your waist, and I will lock you up for a full day. And night. Is that what you want?"
Larry and Fred were brothers who married lovely girls at the same time and each had a boy and a girl. They lost track of each other for a few years but finally Larry visited Fred and Tina. He was busting to compare notes about families and had lots of pictures of Phyllis and Rod, who were 10 and 12. They were the apples of his and Rowena's eyes and Larry was proud of himself as a loving and respectful father. But Fred and Tina had different ideas. Larry discovered his brother's wife was very pregnant and had a huge belly. Then he found that his niece, Phyllis, who was twelve, was also pregnant and looked grotesque. Yet she seemed very happy and so did everybody else.
My name is Sherry. I am married and have two children. I work hard to keep my 31 year old body in good shape. I have long blond hair that stops about eight inches above my waist. My eyes are blue, I weigh 108 pounds and stand about 5'6" tall in high heels. My husband Jim asked me to tell the story of my night on the town in Las Vegas. He has already told the story of my encounter with the four black gentlemen at our hotel. What happened after that adventure, is the subject of this writing. So, buckle your seat belts and here goes.
I awoke yesterday morning to the sound of my wife's voice. Penny was on her way out the door to go to work. Through my sleepy head I heard her say, "Don't forget Bob, I'm going out with Tina tonight...We're going directly from work...Your mom will pick up the kids after school." I cleared my throat and asked, "Where are you going?". She yelled over her shoulder, "We'll probably see a movie or something."
The oddest thing happened to me on my last business trip. My company had sent me and five of my coworkers to visit an important client. It seems that the client was having trouble with one of our products and they wanted it fixed yesterday. Now, this wouldn't be a big deal if not for the timing. It was the day before New Year's Eve and some of us had plans. Oh well, duty calls. We flew down to see the client and began work right away. I had hopes of getting things done quickly and then flying out the next morning. That wasn't to be and I'm glad it turned out the way it did.
What a glorious day. I was walking down the beach about twenty yards behind three gorgeous babes. Brian, Dave and I had been following these prime specimens of femininity for over an hour. We kept our distance. Soon we would catch up to them, but we were having too much fun watching their swaying butts set the hook. I know that sounds strange, but if you had seen all those necks snapping you would have been convinced that a hook was doing the job.
Mike was late and Vicki was beginning to get angry. Vicki's husband had told her not to be late and now he was thirty minutes past due. Vicki tried to think of where Mike might be. He had gone over to a friend's house that afternoon and was supposed to meet Vicki at the club at eight. She had called home and there was no answer. Vicki decided to sit at the bar for another ten minutes. If Mike didn't show she would head home.
"Thank goodness its Friday," said Mary. "You got that right," added Kevin. Mary and Kevin were on their way to dinner and then to a movie. They both had had a grueling week and looked forward to a relaxing evening out. It was July, it was hot and Kevin had begun to perspire. As Kevin fiddled with the truck's air conditioner Mary went down a mental list of restaurants that the couple liked.
After a year of hard work my project was finally finished. It was time for a vacation. Fortunately, the school year was ending and my wife Brenda would be rapping up her teaching duties in the next day or two. She had let me know a month earlier that she was ready for a little time off. I made arrangements for two nights at a hotel in a nearby large city. I figured we would site see during the day and check out the night life at night. I told Brenda about my plans and she was thrilled.
Christine walked through the door home from a long day at work just in time to hear the phone ring. "I wonder who that could be," she thought as she hurried to the phone. "Hello," the beautiful young wife said. "Hi Christine," returned a male voice. Christine said pleasantly, "Oh hi Bob. I'm afraid Jim isn't here. Tonight he has class." Bob was a friend of Christine's husband and was a real estate broker. Bob replied, "That's OK Christine. Actually, it was you that I wanted to talk to."
Brie could not be happier. She sat next to her brand new husband Billy as he drove their convertible sports car down the highway. She admired her husband's handsome face and hard athletic body for probably the millionth time. She was very much in love and she felt lucky to have snared such a handsome guy. Brie shouldn't have worried about finding a husband. She had the pick of a long list of men and Billy was very grateful to have been at the top of the list.
I still can't believe the time I had last night. It's now Sunday morning and the sun has been up for a couple of hours. My wife Beverly and I just said goodbye to our new friends Theresa and Craig. The four of us had the time of our lives last night, an experience that none of us will soon forget. To help remember I decided to write down how our evening transpired. Here is the story of what happened.
It was the last Thursday night of the month and time for another session of Ten Questions. Bill and I were headed for our favorite campus watering hole to find this month's lucky contestants. We walked into 'The White Tiger Tavern' and headed for the bar. The place was not too crowded, but it was still early. We ordered a beer then leaned back to check out the babes.
What a time it's been since my experience at the automotive repair shop almost two years ago. The baby was born on time, healthy and very beautiful. We named her Jennifer but call her Jenny. Unlike her older brother Jeff who favors his father, Jenny has my features. It was therefore no surprise that she had blond hair and blue eyes. It took a few months but I finally got my shape back, although my breasts remained large as a result of nursing Jenny. Hard work and watching my diet did the trick. My libido came back as well. After Jenny was born I lost interest in sex but the interest soon returned and the memories of what all those men did to me had me longing for a repeat performance. John noticed my new friskiness and was very pleased.
I can't remember when or where I signed up for the drawing but that's not really important. The point is that I won the tickets. Two seats to see our favorite hockey team the Toronto Maple Leafs play the Detroit Red Wings. Now, where I live that's a pretty hot ticket. The seats were great as well, fifth row up from the boards. The only thing different was that the teams were playing in Detroit not Toronto where we usually see the Leafs. That meant a short trip to our neighbor to the south, the USA.
Jenny Gallagher was painfully shy. She was the kind of girl you could be in a class with all semester and never realize she was there until the last day of class, when she tripped on a deskleg or sneezed during the final. She was a nonentity at my high school. One day I decided to say something to her. I had literally never seen a person even speak to her about anything. Even the teachers seemed to sense that she was too shy to be called on during class, and not one of them ever tried to draw her out that I could see.
Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon on Friday. I arrived a few little early and was told to wait in the hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me. Finally my friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them.
On Saturday afternoon, Barbara met me at the door. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She led me into the living room and introduced me to the other two pledges. We were immediately told to strip. The three of us striped down, nervously exposing three shaven cunts. The sisters took our clothes and the suitcases we had brought. Lynn was a taller, larger girl. Very fleshy, her hips jiggled with every move. She had strawberry blonde hair, and very pink nipples. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars. Her tits were very round, like melon halves. Kim was an oriental girl, not much larger than me. She had long shiny black hair, braided down to cover her asscrack.
We were awakened by our mistresses ripping the blankets from our naked bodies. Our mistresses untied our ankles and lifted our legs. They reached into our twats to check the position of the candles. Kim had apparently pushed hers out overnight because one of her mistresses jammed it back in. Lynn and I were given new candles because the heat of our cunts had softened the candles until they could no longer be used. Our mistresses untied our wrists and led us to the shower room. All the sisters were waiting there. Mistress President reached into Lynn's cunt and pulled out the candle.
My sister and I were very close while we were growing up. We were the only two kids in the family and we spent alot of time playing together. As we grew older my sister started developing and we would play doctor together. I would get to play with her bald young pussy and she would play with my young cock. We stopped playing doctor one day when we were caught by the babysitter. She told us how bad it was to be doing this and that she might tell our parents. We did not want this to happen so we did not play doctor any more.
"Damn it, Nancy, it's so fantastic to think I actually have you in this position," I said. "I don't think I can ever thank Sid enough for giving me this gift tonight." "Oh, you will," Nancy said. "Don't worry about that. Sid will find a way for you to pay him back. And it's not a gift. It's just a loan. I'm just an investment to Sid. My body is a commodity. He loans it out for profit, not generosity." "It's a beautiful body." "Thank you."
Dena was not quite 15 when this incident happened. I was about 16 and a half. She was my best friend's stepsister. A couple of years earlier she had had a big crush on me. She followed me and Brad around a lot, hung me on the phone whenever I'd call him, even though she didn't have anything to really say. Sure, Dena was cute even then, with her sandy-blonde hair in twin ponytails, pretty face with big, blue, playful eyes and her body, which was very healthy, well-formed and smooth-skinned. I recognized all that, plus the fact she'd probably turn out a lot like Brad's stepmom, who was really pretty and had what me and Brad had both referred to as "dynamite boobs."
Lisa sighed. Her parents didn't go out often as a rule, and it was even less often that they didn't go out as a family. But time changes all, as Lisa well knew. She was 12 now, her brother Bart, now 14, and her little sister Maggie almost 6. Lisa glanced around the room, and out the window. Yup, she was definitely alone. Maggie was sleeping over at a friend's house, and Bart was at Milhouse's (supposedly). Absent-mindedly, she put a hand on her hip, and a slight nervous twitch passed through her. Her hand slid across the front of her dress to her pubic region, as if testing the waters.
They say a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But I can't claim to be a gentleman. Besides, all bets are off when the woman -- But that comes later. And -- oh, yes -- this is a true story. Really happened. Only her name has been changed. Not to protect her -- she did not need protection - - but to keep my ass out of court. I met June (not her real name) in a Laundromat in the Village. I had seen her there a few times and couldn't help noticing. For one thing, she was female and most of the clientele was male and, well, lets say not interest in women.
Perhaps I should give you some background on my sister-in-law, Donna, before I start. Donna was the oldest daughter and married when she was 17 and is with the same husband to this day. Wanting to raise her children "correctly" most of her time was spent being the prime and proper mother, wife, and organist at her church. But now in her late forties and 5' 7" tall with a trim figure and B cup breast and all her children grown, another side of her makes a brief appearance at times. Of course never around her husband, who like her is a small town person and very conservative. In as much as she dresses conservative, I have gotten a few furtive looks up her skirt and she has dynamite legs. With the few times I have rubbed her shoulders for her and taken a peek over her shoulders I could tell that she wore strapless bras as her breast needed no real support.
As is our custom my wife Carol and I take vacation in the Caribbean each fall in order to rest up and have some fun. This year was no exception and we had invited ny wife's sister Debbie and her husband Bob to join us. Well the trip was the best I have had in some time but I must say it took both my wife and I by surprise. To start off her sister showed up the night before we were to leave without her husband, Bob couldn't come because of pressing business or so she said. Debbie was determined to go without him so I figured she would be able to pair up with one of the other singles once we reached the club.
It was after midnight, my parents were sound asleep and I was watching the late show when Mary, my seventeen year old sister, suddenly walked into the den. To my utter surprise her blond haired, blue eyed, 36"-22"-34" Teeny Bopper body was decked out in a flimsy see-through nightie. In the dim lighting I could easily see the outline of her voluptuous breasts. They swayed firmly from side to side without so much as a hint of a sag. Her dark auroras were the size of silver dollars and they were capped with one inch protrusions as fat as my thumb tips
It was after midnight, my parents were sound asleep and I was watching the late show when Mary, my seventeen year old sister, suddenly walked into the den. To my utter surprise her blond haired, blue eyed, 36"-22"-34" Teeny Bopper body was decked out in a flimsy see-through nightie. In the dim lighting I could easily see the outline of her voluptuous breasts. They swayed firmly from side to side without so much as a hint of a sag. Her dark auroras were the size of silver dollars and they were capped with one inch protrusions as fat as my thumb tips.
His closed eyes shut even tighter, his body went rigid and arched, his breathing stopped as the first spurt of his come landed on his chest, the second just above his navel, and the third and last simply slid out and down his cock onto his thumb. For a moment he stayed thus, motionless, but then, with a sudden gulp of air, his body relaxed onto his bed.
It was a hot summer day. One of those days that you feel like running around town without clothing on, and I had just came home from my summer job. As I entered the house, I called to see if anyone was home (hoping I had the house to myself. There was no answer, so assuming nobody was home, I decided to strip at the door, in the living room. (As you can guess, I LIKE being naked . . . runs in the family.) I settled down to watch TV, once I was comfortable. Finding nothing on, I looked for a videotape. I guess that was the start of everything.
I smiled and looked down, just in time to see Karyn smile and wipe some of my cum from her chin. The little blonde kissed the head of my cock and gave it a flick with her tongue. "Hmmm, good." She said, smacking her lips loudly. On the sofa next to me, sat her older sister Alicia. Alicia had been fingering her pussy while she watched her sister suck me off. Alicia's nakedness and mine was all the more exciting since Karyn was still fully dressed.
Sally lay in bed. The bed opposite belonged to her sister, Julia. It was eleven o'clock on a Saturday evening and as usual Julia was out with her friend Michelle. Sally knew that they went to the village pub. Julia was only sixteen, but with a bit of make-up she could pass for eighteen. The biggest worry for Julia was not being questioned about her age in the pub, but sneaking into the house and up to bed without her parents meeting her.
Quite a few years ago I found myself at my in-laws with my 15yr old sister-in-law as my only company. The rest of the women had gone shopping for the day. Pam was quite a looker and could easily have passed for a twenty year old. I knew she had entered clubs and bars without being carded. She was laying on a blanket in the backyard in a very nice bikini taking in the sun face down with her top undone. I just couldn't help peeking out the window hoping she would forget and roll over. Right, in your dreams.......
As you know by now I have been blessed with a sister who is not only attractive, but also free willed and adventursome. One particularly interesting facet of Cathy's person is her avid interest in art. She had always loved drawing and painting. I ,too, enjoy these hobbies. Over the summer Cathy had enlisted in an art class at a local community college. When I heard the title of her class I couldn't believe it. I thought she was joking but insisted she was not lying. I looked at her schedule a the course description... , "3012 History & Techniques of Erotic Art".
Two weeks passed until we had a chance to meet again in the treehouse. Mary had spent a week at church camp, and the following week I had taken my turn at the camp. Since I was the only one at the camp from my area, I was able to brag that I had touched a girl's pussy. I just didn't tell anyone that it was my little sister's. I was the stud of the camp, and had even gotten one of the girls to go the lake with me for some making out. Daphne had let me tongue kiss her and even let me feel her small breasts through her blouse and bra. But when I had tried to unbutton her blouse to get inside she stopped me and told me she wasn't that kind of girl.
As is our custom my wife Carol and I take vacation in the Caribbean each fall in order to rest up and have some fun. This year was no exception and we had invited ny wife's sister Debbie and her husband Bob to join us. Well the trip was the best I have had in some time but I must say it took both my wife and I by surprise. To start off her sister showed up the night before we were to leave without her husband, Bob couldn't come because of pressing business or so she said. Debbie was determined to go without him so I figured she would be able to pair up with one of the other singles once we reached the club.
Shannon Harris sat on the living room couch and watched her older brother Mark out of the corner of her eye. Mark was sitting in their dad's recliner, sipping beer and keeping one hand stuffed down his pants while he watched the tape playing on the TV. Every now and then Mark would look over at her and smile. Mark was what you would call handsome: tall, well-built (he lifted weights every day), with shaggy dark brown hair and gray eyes. He had a handsome, friendly face...most of the time.
It was after midnight, my parents were sound asleep and I was watching the late show when Mary, my seventeen year old sister, suddenly walked into the den. To my utter surprise her blond haired, blue eyed, 36"-22"-34" Teeny Bopper body was decked out in a flimsy see-through nightie. In the dim lighting I could easily see the outline of her voluptuous breasts. They swayed firmly from side to side without so much as a hint of a sag.
Diane had gone to bed around 9pm or so, since it was a school night. I stayed up to watch MASH which didn't come on until 1030pm. My mom was getting ready for work and said goodnight to me as she left, as MASH started. I watched MASH, and then went to head downstairs to my room to go to bed. I went to the bathroom which was down the hall from Diane's and noticed her light on when I came out of the bathroom. I went to see if she'd fallen asleep again with the light on, and to turn it off, like a good brother.
It was after midnight at the Wagner house and everyone in the family was in bed for the night. Everyone, that is, except for Kay and her big brother, Nick. This was not the first night that the two teenagers had stayed up after everyone else had gone to bed, and they both knew that it wouldn't be the last. For, Kay and Nick had been secretly fucking each other for over a year now. Nick sat in an overstuffed chair across from Kay who sat on the couch. He studied the young girl as he had so many times recently, realizing all over again just how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous, sexy chick available to him to fuck anytime he had the urge.
I had just turned 14 and like all 14 year old boys, there was only one thing on my mind...sex! It seemed like everywhere I looked there was something to remind me of what I wasn't getting. TV commercials were full of half naked girls, magazines, school, and worst of all the mall. It was bad enough at school with all the girls running around with their bouncing titties and miniskirts, but at the mall it seems like those same girls were just trying to see who could wear the sexiest clothes, or who could turn on the most guys without being touched.
As is our custom my wife Carol and I take vacation in the Caribbean each fall in order to rest up and have some fun. This year was no exception and we had invited ny wife's sister Debbie and her husband Bob to join us. Well the trip was the best I have had in some time but I must say it took both my wife and I by surprise. To start off her sister showed up the night before we were to leave without her husband, Bob couldn't come because of pressing business or so she said. Debbie was determined to go without him so I figured she would be able to pair up with one of the other singles once we reached the club.
I barged into the bedroom by mistake thinking it was the bathroom and was stunned into silence and a raging hard-on by the sight of a naked girl around my age of 15 and the guy who's dick she was sucking who looked like he was at least 20. The girl was gorgeous. Her long red hair was swept to one side just like in the porno's so I could really see her going to town on his dick. Her cheeks were sucking in and out like bellows, her lips stretched tautly around his massive head, sliding up and down his shaft like a piston.
I was disappointed when I heard that my sister Lena was getting married. We had been getting it on together for two years now, ever since Sis came home hot and frustrated from a dance one night. She was the hottest girl in town and every guy in school had been dying to get into her pants. Little did they know sweet little Lena was getting it regularly from her big brother!
Well I've done it again. I went out and had another fantastic adventure playing with women. Once more, I used my ability to become invisible to camouflage my moves, and caused confusion and embarrassment to the female species. I chose a well stocked arena for my pleasures this time, somewhat different from the video store that I told you of in my last installment. This time, rather, I thought that the public beach would be fun. I started out by playing with the girls who were hanging around the sidewalks. Some of them were roller-skating, some window shopping, and some just talking with the guys who were wandering around. Most of them were wearing swim suits, but a few had on dolphin shorts.
Nancy Conover checked herself in the mirror one last time. A shiver tickled her spine. Tall, blonde, her tits filling out, she was happy with what she saw. "By the time school starts..." she whispered, skimming her hands down over her lush teenaged body, "the boys will be surprised." She giggled, remembering how she had looked three months ago when school had closed for the summer. Now her tits were swelling, her hips curving out, and her legs taking on a sexy shape.
At first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?' I had agreed to babysit for the neighbors whenever they were going out, since I was home alone in the evenings anyway. I had made the mistake of telling Pete and Judith, who lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife worked nights and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing games on the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I said that, and they had immediately asked if I could babysit their two kids from time to time, so they could get out of the house. Ugh. How could I refuse? I'd just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so I could not very well make up an excuse now.
I touched my six year old sister last night. I had not planned on doing it....it is something that they say you should not do...but after a while I just could not contain it anymore I had to touch her small body. She is only 6 years old and so beautiful. She has large green eyes that are always looking around at everything. She had a small body that was so soft it was unbelievable. She had a small bony ass that was tight and soft to touch and when she sat on my lap the little ass would be so good that I would be throbbing in a couple of seconds in my pants. I use to, after her sitting on my lap, have to go upstairs to my room and get on my computer and look at some of my gif files of preteen girls that I had. I would then jack off and most of the time it would be imagining my little sister sitting on the floor in front of me sucking my cock.
It was a stunning start to the day Sarah thought as the powder snow rolled down the hill following her trail in the virgin snow . Not that she had any idea where she was in this tall pine forest or even that it mattered,as it was certain that eventually she would leave the forest or stumble across some landmark or maybe even spot the chairlift that had taken her up here. Sure enough a few minutes later the trees thinned out to reveal a small clearing with an old mountain hut just off to the right hand edge with surprisingly some ski's propped up outside the door. Being an inquisitive person sarah came to a halt in front of the hut in a flurry of snow sending a fine mist up into the shining sky.
Frank nuzzled her neck, his warm body responding to her closeness, his hands seeking her pert ass. Her mind was elsewhere, and she was beginning to feel guilty that she wasn't enjoying this as much as she'd hoped. Frank had initially responded to her BBS biography two weeks ago. His notes to her had been intelligent and showed a sensitivity and warmth that had delighted her. She received at least one note from him each day and found that she was looking forward to his gentle teasing about what their first meeting would be like.
You wouldn't believe how sexy my big sister is. What's that you say? "You wouldn't believe someone would be so perverted as to fuck his own big sister?" Well, what would YOU do, if your sexy big sister came into your room one night, and climbed into bed with you, stark naked? Sure you would. SUUURE you would. And you would send back the winning million-dollar lottery-ticket too, saying you didn't deserve it.
While I was growing up, I lived in the California desert. My dad owned a gas station and worked late a couple of nights per week during the summer. This meant that my mom and I were alone those nights. It was usually hot and mom often drank some wine before, with and after dinner. We would usually do dishes after dinner and, in the summer, she would change from halter top and shorts to a nylon nightgown and sit down on the sofa with her glass of wine and watch TV. She wasn't careful about exposing herself and I often got a brief peek at her tits.
This is unbelievable, I never thought anything like this happens in real life. My best friend is my computer and the Internet is my playground. The sex newsgroups feed my adolescent mind with vivid fantasies that are just out of reach in reality. If only I can take that first step to fulfill those dreams with the opposite sex. I never thought I would be living out one of those hot sex stories I ravenously read about on the net. I'm 16 years old, 5' 10" , dark blond hair thin as a rail; however my upper chest is starting to fill out, after I started weight training last year. I'm average looking not a girl's wet-dream, but they show some interest in me, and I a lot in them.
This is unbelievable, I never thought anything like this happens in real life. My best friend is my computer and the Internet is my playground. The sex newsgroups feed my adolescent mind with vivid fantasies that are just out of reach in reality. If only I can take that first step to fulfill those dreams with the opposite sex. I never thought I would be living out one of those hot sex stories I ravenously read about on the net. I'm 16 years old, 5' 10" , dark blond hair thin as a rail; however my upper chest is starting to fill out, after I started weight training last year. I'm average looking not a girl's wet-dream, but they show some interest in me, and I a lot in them. I've had a few dates, but they haven't gotten passed the hot and heavy kissing and breast feeling stage.
I'm single, no kids, work for myself and make a lot of money. My time is my own. Take days off if and when I feel like it. Beth is 7 years old, the daughter of my best and dearest friend. He and his wife are at a convention for a few days. I volunteered to baby-sit for them, as I've done in the past. This time will be a little different, though. Beth is a beautiful young girl. Long narrow face outlined by shiny brunette hair. Beautiful brown eyes. A pretty smile with pouty lips. You know the type. When she's grown her lips alone will drive men crazy.
Jerry trembled in the closet, quivering with anticipation, because he had been waiting for this moment ever since his father announced he had to catch a plane this evening. His old man always came into the bedroom with his mother, for a goodbye piece of ass before going off on another one of his long road trips, and this time, Jerry was ahead of them, determined to actually see what the fucking was all about, instead of just pressing his ear to the wall and only listening to them screw.
The intercom buzzed on Adena's desk. She pushed the talk button and spoke to her boss, Mr. Pouvoir. "Yes sir?" "Miss Fox, could you come in here a moment, please?" came Pouvoir's voice. "Of course, sir." The shapely young secretary got to her feet, smoothed down her long skirt and walked into her employer's office. Pouvoir was sitting behind his desk, stacks of paper all about him. He smiled at Adena as she came in. "Close the door, please, Miss Fox", he said. Adena did as he asked, wondering what all the secrecy was about. Was she in trouble? It was far too early for a performance review, she had just started here two months ago.
The time had come. Will grinned at the pieces of his homemade harness strewn on the bed, and at the spandex clothing that would soon hold him captive. He was really going to do it: tie himself up all night in his spandex, with no way to escape until daylight. All week he had teased himself, trying to make himself so horny that he would actually go through with it. Every night he had wriggled into a different piece of lycra and rubbed his cock around inside it, over and over stopping just at the brink of ejaculation.
An incident happened the other night, quite by accident, that awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Last Thursday night a friend of mine, Larry, came over to talk, drink a beer, and watch TV. He works at the same place I do, and since we had a three day weekend, we were in no hurry to end the night. My wife, Sandy, had to work the next day, and since she was not a night person she went to bed about 10:30. She is also one of the soundest sleepers I know of. I have actually shaken her pretty good trying to wake her up before, and still she would sleep. After Sandy went to bed, Larry and I sat up and watched an old porno flick of his that he had brought over, since Sandy wasn't into much of that scene.
He entered his sisters bedroom with concern showing on his face. He moved towards her bed and sat down, "I'm sorry you had to see it that way sis" he said. Her eyes were still red from crying. "Why Kevin, why?" Kevin tried to think of a way to explain to the situation to her so that she would understand. Ruth looked at her brother. She adored him and it had been such a shock to see him with their parents. She had come home early from school and wandered into the front room. She heard some noise coming from upstairs and wandered up to see who was there. At thirteen she thought she was a woman and new everything as teenagers do, but she wasn't prepared for what she was about to see when she entered her parents bedroom.
Any of my friends could tell you the story behind my closet. My sisters room is adjacent to mine on the left. Her facing wall is the closing wall of my closet. The only thing that makes this arrangement different than usual is that as long as I remember there had been a hole in the wall sharing our rooms. Apparently it was drilled for some wiring reason...I think the telephone cable used to run through it.
One question kept reoccurring to Scully, just one. It kept picking at her, appearing from out of the cloudy, indistinct horizon that now constituted her conscious mind. It was an irritating question, partially because it would not go away, but mostly because she could not seem to find the answer, though she knew it. She lay there on the recliner, the bright light of the operatory far above her face. Occasionally she sensed that she was moving, but she never seemed to leave the recliner.
I had married young, mainly due the fact that I had gotten Janet pregnant. Things seemed to work out fine for about five years until Janet informed me that she was leaving me and our little girl Kelly for some rich guy on the west coast. Twelve years later I still hadn't gotten over it completely. I truly loved Janet and probably would still take her back today. Now at 35, my love life is still pretty lame even though I am considered good looking. I am just not a very good conversationalist. It had been at least 6 months since my last sexual encounter, a bar slut who I'd rather forget.
The first naked woman I ever saw in my life was my Mom. In those days we lived in a small two-story house that had two bedrooms, the one I slept in and the one Mom and Dad shared before they got divorced. Both bedrooms were on the second floor and were right next to each other. There was also a door between them that was always kept locked. I never thought much about that door until after my Dad left and my Mom slept in the bedroom by herself.
Meghan was staying over Andrea’s house for the night. They had the place to themselves tonight. Andrea’s mother had gone out for the night, which meant that either she wouldn’t be coming home because she found some guy or she would come home late and drunk. Andrea’s brother, Chris, was over their father’s house for the weekend. This left them home alone. That was okay, they had been friend since 5th grade and liked being together cause it gave them a chance to talk.
I had married young, mainly due the fact that I had gotten Janet pregnant. Things seemed to work out fine for about five years until Janet informed me that she was leaving me and our little girl Kelly for some rich guy on the west coast. Twelve years later I still hadn't gotten over it completely. I truly loved Janet and probably would still take her back today. Now at 35, my love life is still pretty lame even though I am considered good looking. I am just not a very good conversationalist. It had been at least 6 months since my last sexual encounter, a bar slut who I'd rather forget.
Jennifer Hegelion called up Marcy Baccat at five o'clock. When Marcy picked up, the teenage blond bombshell said, "hey, my parents are gone for the weekend. Wanna come over? I'm having a slumber party?" Marcy, 5'5", raven-haired and eyed, thought about it. She was supposed to help her younger brother with his homework..."Sure!" She said.
An incident happened the other night, quite by accident, that awakened something in me I didn't know I had. Last Thursday night a friend of mine, Larry, came over to talk, drink a beer, and watch TV. He works at the same place I do, and since we had a three day weekend, we were in no hurry to end the night. My wife, Sandy, had to work the next day, and since she was not a night person she went to bed about 10:30. She is also one of the soundest sleepers I know of. I have actually shaken her pretty good trying to wake her up before, and still she would sleep. After Sandy went to bed, Larry and I sat up and watched an old porno flick of his that he had brought over, since Sandy wasn't into much of that scene.
Alison looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "I'd like to make love to you." I was surprised. "I thought you wanted to hold off until our wedding." Alison leaned back against the couch cushion and sighed. "Eric, I love you. Isn't that enough?" "But why the change?" I asked, enjoying looking at her despite the serious subject. She was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall and quite thin. She was also beautiful, and she knew it. She looked good in almost anything she wore, and right now, she was wearing a red strapless spandex minidress, the type that looks incredible on the perfect body and incredibly tacky on anything less.
Now I don't want to give you the impression that I condone child molesting because I certainly don't but I really feel that some of the reports one hears about nowadays are being used to excuse some hangups people have about sex. They would rather blame their father or uncle or mother rather than try to find out why they really feel the way they do. As for me I've been lucky to have had an active sex life since I was born.
Before I share with you my story, it would be appropriate to state the reasons for sharing with you my tale. Two reasons, first -- I wish to document my life a nun for the last thirteen years. Second -- perhaps some young girl out there whose considering the possibility of becoming a nun as I did might just think twice if she finds sex to be what she needs most in life -- like I do!
One morning, when I was fourteen years old, my mother stopped in my room to tell me she was leaving for work. She mumbled something about being home late, and I had to make my own dinner.... I really wasn't paying any attention to my mom... It was summer, and had a summer love that year, by the name of Jessie. I was lying in bed thinking about Jessie. Two days before, we had necked at the Fourth of July Fireworks, and while everyone else was looking up, we were looking down, feeling each other up pretty heavily. When he slipped his hand up under my shirt, I froze. I wanted it so badly, but I was afraid of being caught. He played with my breasts for a while, and pinched my rock-hard nipples, and I really debated dragging him off somewhere behind the park building and letting him fuck me.
Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans. Johnny was in the house, but he could be looking out of a window at her. She knew he did that often, peeking at her when he felt he could get away with it. She had not minded his looking, he was young, curious. She would rather have him peek at her than sneak around trying to peek at other women or Teen girls, maybe getting himself in trouble.
During my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a sorority. One of my friends was a sister and had nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the house promptly at noon. I arrived early and was told to wait in the hall. As I waited several girls came down the stairs and some whispered and giggled they passed me. Finally my friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do exactly as I was told, that if I hesitated I would be punished and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She gave me a big hug and led me into the living room. It was an immense room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a big stone fireplace.
Jenny Gallagher was painfully shy. She was the kind of girl you could be in a class with all semester and never realize she was there until the last day of class, when she tripped on a desk leg or sneezed during the final. She was a nonentity at my high school. One day I decided to say something to her. I had literally never seen a person even speak to her about anything. Even the teachers seemed to sense that she was too shy to be called on during class, and not one of them ever tried to draw her out that I could see.
Kevin honestly hadn’t planned for it to happen. It just happened. And all because his sister fell asleep in front of the TV with no panties on. He had just gotten home from seeing a late movie with some of his high-school buddies. It was around one, and as he walked through the living room he noticed his younger sister Katie sitting zonked out their father’s recliner. It looked like she had fallen asleep while watching some old movie.
"Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!" Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form. Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl's impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal passion.
After a great deal of arm-twisting, my sister Bonnie and I agreed to attend a family reunion with our parents. We had attended reunions before, and to put it mildly, found them about as interesting as watching paint dry. Bonnie and I were always the only young people there, and all the conversations about things that happened years before we were born just about bored us out of our gourds. Even so, out of love and loyalty for our parents, we agreed to go one more time.
Mr. Karros, my boss at the accounting firm where I worked, was a overbearing asshole who's sole enjoyment in life seemed to come from making me miserable. I detested the son of a bitch. Just yesterday, the prick embarrassed me by chewing me out in front of the whole office for some little dinky decimal point error I made. I mean, I would have caught a ten thousand dollar error sooner or later!
My name is Jim. I just turned 35 a couple of months ago. I married my wife Sherry nine years ago. We have two children, a son eight years old and a little girl three years old. We have a good life but there have been some rough spots. My story is about the end of one of those rough times. About two years ago Sherry and I had a big fight. She was spending much of her time with the kids and seemed less interested in spending time with me. She got involved in the PTA when our boy started first grade. She also volunteered as a baby sitter three nights a week at church for single women who worked evening hours. I didn't see much of Sherry during that period. I confronted her about this and the fight started.
Twenty-two year old Brenda found a strange letter in her mailbox upon arriving home from her day's work. Curiously she turned the pink envelope over several times, checking for a return address. Finding none, she opened her apartment door and stepped inside and tossed her work things on the couch along with this strange letter. However, her curiosity made her sit down and slice open the letter.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Mark Walters asked, creeping through the shrubbery at sixteen-year-old Linda Mason's house. At midnight on a Friday night, he'd rather be at home watching music videos. He pushed his longish, brown hair out of his eyes. "Trust me," his best friend Sam Grenwald smiled back. "Look. Crashing slumber parties is...I mean, it's traditional. Like TP'ing houses and soaping windows on Halloween. They'd be pissed if we didn't show up." He waited a second for Mark's expression, then added, "Besides, Mary Cartland is in there."
It was a warm April afternoon when I pulled into my usual parking space in front of my condo building. I had seen and watched him many times before. A young boy, about 9 or 10 years old, with no friends, a tough-guy look, but sad eyes. Wild, untamed and unloved, a young rebel who probably had no structure in his life, no authority figure, and assuredly, no love. No nurturing, no hugs, no caring... no childhood to speak of. At least, that's what I assumed.
Wow how about a big empty message base ... HELLO HEllo...hello..lo lo o o Hark what drivel from yon keybaord dost I hear Hot Squats Yeah that's right "squats" not "squirts" (save that for later). I rec got back into bodybuilding to try and put some more mass on my body, not that I am skinny or anything at 6' 3" and 210 pounds, and for the fun of it. Little did I know just how fun it could be. The whole idea of buil your body is to please yourself and hopefully please others.
My wife has to work all day today. Kim, my 11 year old daughter, and I are swimming in our pool early Saturday morning when the phone rings. It's Cindy, her friend and our closest neighbor (actually they live over a mile away). Kim asks if Cindy can come swim too. Sure. As Kim climbs back into the pool I watch her. She's tall for her age at 5 feet 2, but very slender, only weighing in at around 100 pounds. (Takes after her mother and I.)
I've got to tell you about my sexy sister-in-law. At the time we started fooling around Ellen lived by herself with her kids; her husband is my wife's brother. He was away on a foreign assignment and only got home on leave occasionally. Ellen moved here from her husband's town. We helped her find an apartment near our house. My wife was always sending me over to keep Ellen company (lucky me!).
The smell was almost rancid, and David decided to throw out his latest lab experiment. He only had a single beaker with the light-blue concoction, and like the last half-dozen tries, was about to be flushed down the toilet. His current standing in Chemistry deemed a successful completion to this experiment. Which was also his entry into the High School Science Fair. His experiment; to produce an aroma that allowed a change in mammals behavior. Originally he thought it was a simple project, yet when setting out to create a new scent, his experiment became increasingly difficult.
Little Kimmy Johnson heard the Thomases' car pull into the garage. The eighth-grader had come to their house after school and had been babysitting for them while the couple went out to dinner. She looked at the clock. It was 10:15 PM, and the two children had been sleeping for over an hour already. Mr. Thomas opened the door and walked into the living room. He could see Kimmy look up over the top of her schoolbook at him as she reclined across the sofa.
Gamma Phi was known unofficially as the Sisters of Sapho. I didn't know that, of course, not when I joined, nor did I have any idea how it would change my life. I had thought I was experienced sexually...open-minded. The Sisters of Sapho introduced me to whole new realms of sensory experience, and taught me the joys of complete submissivness.
Little Kimmy Johnson heard the Thomases' car pull into the garage. The eighth-grader had come to their house after school and had been babysitting for them while the couple went out to dinner. She looked at the clock. It was 10:15 PM, and the two children had been sleeping for over an hour already. Mr. Thomas opened the door and walked into the living room. He could see Kimmy look up over the top of her schoolbook at him as she reclined across the sofa.
Denise Chapman found a seat at the rear of the bus, in the very back row. She was thankful that the bus wouldn't be crowded. Only about thirty kids would be making the trip to the state fair, and this huge old bus had room for twice that many. Most of the kids were already crowded together in the seats in the front and the middle of the bus. With luck, she'd have the back of the bus all to herself and the trip down to the state fair would be pleasant instead of an ordeal. She'd brought along a half-dozen new teen-romance novels to read. She hoped to get lost in a good story and completely block out this trip she'd been forced to take by her parents.
The English exam was being held the following Monday, only five days away, so they had to move quickly. The first step was to get ahold of the exam questions beforehand, a proposition which might have proved difficult but for the advances in electronics technology which had culminated in the computer. Exam papers were commonly written out on school computers and stored in the school network, which allowed for "maximum flexibility within the school bureaucracy regarding application of secretarial assets". Incidentally, it also allowed someone with the appropriate equipment and skills to break into the system and download the required information without leaving any traces of his actions.
My wife and I were staying at a large hotel, we had gone into the cocktail bar for a drink and sat in a booth. Within 10 minutes of sitting down, the place filled up. A group of 6 young men joined us in our booth, it was a little squashed but as the place was pretty packed, we had to make do.
Denise Chapman found a seat at the rear of the bus, in the very back row. She was thankful that the bus wouldn't be crowded. Only about thirty kids would be making the trip to the state fair, and this huge old bus had room for twice that many. Most of the kids were already crowded together in the seats in the front and the middle of the bus. With luck, she'd have the back of the bus all to herself and the trip down to the state fair would be pleasant instead of an ordeal. She'd brought along a half-dozen new teen-romance novels to read. She hoped to get lost in a good story and completely block out this trip she'd been forced to take by her parents.
Water. Hot water that pours down in a steady stream over my back. Hands, his hands, running a bar of soap over my skin, slicking suds all over my body. Slippery bodies, wet and soapy, sliding against each other. "I've always had a fantasy about showers" I remark conversationally as I adjust the water temperature. "Okay, love. Come on in so I can close the curtain." He steps in and I pull the curtain.
Their sexual experimentation had to be cut short because of time. Dinner approached, her sister, her other brother, and her father all came home, and the three of them began to worry about them becoming suspicious. Stevie didn't tell the twins that she had already been fucked that day by their father. She wasn't sure how they would react, and anyway thought it was only her business who she fucked. She didn't plan to tell her Dad she was fucking the twins either.
They knelt, half lay there for several minutes, Stevie on her shoulders, Mike half laying atop her, his softening tool still buried in her guts. Stevie groaned weakly and Mike pulled himself up, his cock slipping out between her wet pussy lips. "Like that, baby?" he gasped. "Fuck me again," she sighed. "Shit! You got some kind of hot pussy, don't you." He slapped her ass with a bark of laughter then to his feet, scooping up his shorts as he headed back to the weights.
Paige moved around to kneel between her sister's spread legs, and pumped the dildo steadily as she stared at Stevie wriggling and moaning in front of her. "Harder! Harder!" Stevie gasped, her head jerking from side to side. Paige pumped harder, and thrust in deep. On one thrust the side of her hand hit Stevie's pussy and the redhead's eyes flew open wide.
She stripped off her lingerie and padded naked to the shower. She smiled to herself when she heard the sound of the boys coming up the stairs before she had even turned on the water. She pretended to ignore them, turning on the water, then stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain. She thought they would jump in with her. Just as she had begun to rub the soapy over her round breasts the curtain was pulled back and she saw Dennis and Donnie standing there ogling her glistening wet flesh.
One evening Stevie was on her way to meet her girlfriends for a movie. She was already late, but as she hurried down the stairs and out through the living room her father grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She winced a little as he crushed her up against him. His right hand slid down her back onto her ass and squeezed it hard as his left hand pulled her head back.
I work as a Security Guard at one of the local malls As a new policy to assist our stores since everyone is running with minimal staff, when a shoplifter has been apprehended by a store employee, we now go to the store and take the recovered merchandise and the shoplifter to our security office, and call the police. The store employee then goes back to the store, leaving the suspect with us, and the police can go to the store after to interview the employee. There are always at least two guards in the office when a suspect is in custody, so if there is any questions about our actions, it's always two against one.... and that's in our favour!
It was after 10 p.m. and the 15 hours at work had flown by. My mental state was slightly rummy but with a few more adjustments we would be ready to go live, with the project I had lived with for 2 months, in the morning. I was walking down the dark hall leading to the printer room when I felt something wet brush against my neck. Startled, I let out a small gasp, and in response heard laughter. As he stepped out of the shadows of the doorway, I could see that it was my co-worker, Stephano, wearing a wet swim suit and holding a damp towel.
Stephanie examined herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She was a bit tall, and a bit skinny. Those were on the minus side. On the plus side her face was adorably cute, with wide green eyes. She had an hourglass body, with big, firm full breasts that sat high on her chest and didn't sag even the slightest. Her waist was tiny and gave way to a pair of smoothly rounded hips and a perfect pair of half moon buttocks.
Dorothy Morgan glared at her stepson with angry green eyes as she listened to the Lawyer's cracked voice destroy the hope she had nursed for the past five years. Damn it! It just wasn't fair! Bruce Morgan had been ages older than her twenty-four years, and his children were already into their teens when she married him. He wasn't a bad looking man, and he had been proficient, if not inventive in the bedroom. But Dorothy was convinced that she could have done a lot better with a minimum of effort. The only reason she married Bruce Morgan was his clearly stated promise that the three hundred acre farm would be hers when he died.
Melinda looked at Steve and smiled slyly, almost wickedly. She'd wanted him for so long and how her wish was coming true.... She had seen him for the first time several months ago in the weight room of her college's gym. Tall, blond, broad shoulders - God, he was gorgeous! Melinda watched him that night and all of the other nights that she went to work out. As time passed, she found herself becoming more and more attracted to him.
I pulled up behind the red Chevy pick-up and parked the off-green one I had stolen earlier that evening. I'd've preferred to leave the engine running, but that tends to attract attention, fast. I grabbed the ratchet from beside me on the seat and got casually out of the cab. I moved in between the two trucks and squatted down, and set to work taking the license plate off of the red truck. It didn't take me very long. Ratchet-ratchet- ratchet and the screws popped off.
It's not a very populated area, the town I grew up in...or should I say, relatively close to. Damn, we were about five or six miles from the "next door" neighbors. Not that we really cared to be closer, mind you. Dad was a real prick, and liked Mom best when she had bruises and cuts on her. What a fucking asshole. Fortunately, I don't know him at all, and I like that. He was shot when I turned four, and died on the doctor's table. Strangely enough, my Mom was in the hospital at the same time...having my baby brother Mark. I stayed at my Uncle Rick's place until Mom was well enough to come home.
The brilliant spring sunshine streamed in through the large open bay window. A soft, pleasant breeze was rustling the trees, most of them tall oaks in this part of Evanston, and their shadows danced energetically against the far wall of young June Donovan's room. June turned over on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over her sleep- softened twelve-year-old face. Her long glossy blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft honey-colored cushion for her head, which lay prettily, framed against it. Only a thin sheet protected her ripely maturing young body from that cooling breeze blowing in gentle and warm through the open window.
We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Heather, our babysitter, not to expect us until after midnight. And obviously, she did not expect us -- at least, not right then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she didn't hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the unexpected entertainment.
One day while resetting the printer, Sam noticed something new in the terminal room. She was attractive, but not in the sterile manner of a fashion model. He was sure that she was not a student, a new professor seem unlikely, a new secretary was his guess. Her braless figure under her conservative dress drew more that Sam's attention alone. Sam went about his work, sneaking occasional glances at the woman that was to become his obsession. As he left the room to return to other duties, Sam was sure that she would never be more than a source of rich fantasies.
God, how he loved her! He loved the warm, clean scent of her hair, the soft, rounded curves of her body. He loved her light, skillful touch. She stood before him in the dark bedroom, beckoning without speaking, without moving. He grabbed her in an almost desperate embrace, drawing strength from her being. Slowly they reclined on the bed in the dim half-light. He kissed her deeply, her tongue flicking from slightly parted lips into his mouth. For several moments they kissed, as he felt himself stiffen. He moved from her mouth, along her cheek, to the hollow of her throat, tracing a gentle line with his tongue and lips. She threw her head back and shivered slightly, sighing.
Jane wasn't beautiful, but she had a way with men. Her long, light brown hair and ready smile attracted men. She went through boyfriends like most people went through twinkies. It was uncommon for her to show up anywhere with the same guy twice. Every man seemed to have a crush on her, or have had one at one time. Rita was different; she had one boyfriend for the past year, Chas. Chas was a football player who had originally been going out with Jane. He was tall, dark haired and dark eyed. He instantly entranced Rita with his charm and masculinity. Jane and Ben were afraid; they knew Chas's reputation and were afraid that Rita might get hurt.
For five years, from April of 1979 until this last April, I worked part- time at this funky non-commercial radio station in New York. Non-commercial, by the way, means you do it for love and not for money. I was part of the public affairs department and I produced programs on nuclear weapons, South Africa, utilities, alternate energy, housing, all sorts of things. During the time I worked at this station I occasionally supervised two interns, Caroline and Eve, who worked on a couple of programs, turned out to be very nice folks, but who did not realize that producing a regular radio program takes a shitload of work.
I was sitting at my desk at work. I was working on the Sanders project when the phone rang. I answered it as I always do "Cathy Thomas, may I help you?" A male voice said "Hi. This is Jim. I'm calling about your ad for an apartment mate." I had placed an add a couple of days ago. My current apartment mate was leaving at the end of the month. I was looking for another woman to share my apartment with. I knew that I did not want to share my apartment with a man but there was something about his voice that interested me. Did it excite me? I said to him; "I'm actually very busy right now. Why don't you give me your number and I'll call you tonite. We can talk then." I wrote his number down as he gave it to me.
Brrriinnnnnggg. Brrrriinnnnnnnggg. "Hello?" "Rich?" A perky female voice. "Were you taking a nap? I'm going to be late for dinner by, uh, about half an hour. Is that okay?" I rubbed my eye. "No that's fine. Dinner's at 6:30 then." "Great! See ya!" My girlfriend wasn't wasting any time. I got up from the sofa and trundled off to the kitchen. Marla and I have been going out for almost two years now and know each other almost to the point of ESP. We didn't really know each other in high school, but started going out our sophmore year in college. Friends say we're a great couple, and call me biased, I agree.
Dear Diary, Karla called Friday at work and told me to meet her at the bus stop in the Shopping Mall Saturday at 7pm. I had no idea what she had planned, but I knew I would enjoy the ride. I've never been with someone so wonderfully adventurous as Karla. Sometimes I feel as if I must be dreaming.
Not hearing an answer to her knock on the Hartley's kitchen door, Bette Linder opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She knew Cindy Hartley was home. She had seen her little convertible parked in the garage. It was not uncommon for either of these two very good friends to walk into one another's homes. They had been neighbors for the past three years and all four of them got along beautifully.
My sexual frustration more often than not finds solace in the Hot Tub... For my wife...whose desires tread nowhere near mine...leaves me to my own pleasure. For in the Hot Tub, I immediately go to the soap and my already turgid love wand. I am alone, yet not alone in my thoughts. As I lather up, my hand glides up and down and in my thoughts are a girl who wants desparately to join me...to join me in my fantasies...my feelings...and the sensual times that we could have together.
Not hearing an answer to her knock on the Hartley's kitchen door, Bette Linder opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She knew Cindy Hartley was home. She had seen her little convertible parked in the garage. It was not uncommon for either of these two very good friends to walk into one another's homes. They had been neighbors for the past three years and all four of them got along beautifully.
Calla, a beautiful 35 year old woman, went to a house in Reno, a house that specifically centered on analism, or in this case .... anal fist fucking! To be admitted, she had had to fill out a long form and sign it saying that she wouldn't hold this compary responsible for anything that went wrong. Once accepted, Calla went there and filled out yet another long form after which she was tied, hands behind her back and taken upstairs to a room where there was a Mistress who already had a young girl in bondage. The Mistress's name was Helga who had come over from Germany just two years ago. She was huge, almost 6 feet tall and weighed almost 250 lbs.
It was a crisp, bright January morning as Susie Hansen steadily pedaled her bicycle up the two-lane road on her way to work. Most girls her age drove to where they wanted to go, but Susie enjoyed experiencing the scenery at a pace that was unhurried. She passed many family-owned farms and never missed looking for the horses that some of them kept in pasture. She would much rather be riding a horse to work! However, even though she lived in a small town, machinery had managed to push horses out of service in all but the most die-hard of farms. Also, Susie still couldn't afford to take care of a horse on the wages she was making waiting tables. She just *had* to get a better job!
“Ok.” She answered innocently, sweetly. She enjoyed the firm massages, and felt no uneasiness at the notion of baring her breasts fully to the comforting man. Rick began to realize the nature of this substance high It was different through the skin, making the subject more like a child. Stephanie twisted her body as Rick removed the shirt. Her breasts hung loosely, freely down her chest. Her bikini top fell to the ground. Rick repositioned their bodies so he now faced her. He stroked her breasts, smiling into her face which smiled right back. But his smile was the triumphant. He imagined it must have looked a lot like the one she wore when she won her little battles with him earlier. But it didn’t matter, she was to be conquered. She was so helpless, so trusting.
All semester long, Sue had admired her roommate, Judy. Judy seemed the woman about campus, always with a flock of guys around her. Many nights, Judy had quietly slid back into the room, late at night. They had agreed to be roommates again the next semester. All during the break, Sue looked forward to returning to school. At last it was time to return. Back to her same dorm room and sameroommate.
He unsnapped his pants, lowered his zipper, and let the jeans slide down his legs. While Susan watched with growing excitement, he tossed his pants aside and stripped off his shorts. His rock-hard cock sprang out in front of him, and Susan licked her lips with anticipation. He had a very handsome cock, quite long and thick, the head a deep purple color. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Susan dropped to her knees in front of him.
My heart gave a little jump when the phone rang, here it was, 9:30 at night and I was waiting with great anticipation for the call. I'd sent her out just an hour and a half earlier, but it seemed like forever. And now at last, the call. "Hi Honey..." she said, "you want to know what I'm doing right now?". She had that tone of naughty impishness in her voice,. She knew it would turn me on all the more.
Ms. Wood didn't usually fill in for our regular gym teacher when he was out--in fact she only ever did that one time. I guess they didn't manage to get a regular substitute. Ms. Wood was one of the girls' gym teachers. She was pretty strict with us and it was actually a pretty normal gym class--we went through a normal set of warm-up exercises and continued our basketball drills which is what we had been working on. But when we were heading back, she stopped me for a moment and asked if I had study hall later in the day during fifth period. I told her I did, and she asked if I could come assist her with some things. I agreed, and she told me to dress out and come to her office.
My sixteenth summer, I was sent by my parents to stay with my Aunt Sarah. They didn't tell me why I was sent there, only that I was to become a better person from the experience. Somehow this didn't allay my foreboding. I had always been a bit afraid of my aunt. She was a large, statuesque woman, standing 6'0. She was, as my father used to so quaintly put it, stacked. Her breasts were at least 38" and I'm sure they were a 'D' cup.
May lay very still. She knew she was seeing something which she wasn't supposed to see. A dim light was on in the other end of the darkened Winnebago. She could see her Aunt and Uncle lying side by side on the double bed. Sarah, her mother's sister, and Dan, her husband, were kissing. They were lying on top of the cover, with their feet towards where May lay in the sofa bed with her two cousins, Jack and Sally. May could see that the two adults were dressed for bed, and they were just lying there together with their arms around each other kissing.
Bill, one of the area's best electrical engineers, was rapidly approaching his breaking point. For over six years he had given his company all he had to give, only to find that they had no real appreciation for his dedication. At the close of a long Memorial Day weekend, Bill decided to use his accumulated vacation time and take off of work until September.
It was my fifteenth summer when they came up to my room for the first time together, Gayle and Cathy. I had cut the grass that July afternoon, and then lain down to take a nap. It was Saturday, and I had been up particularly early that morning to deliver my papers and collect for them. After finishing some other chores, and the grass, and taking my shower, I was pretty well pooped. Mom was in the basement ironing clothes. I didn't have anything else I had to do until after supper; so, I went to bed for a while. I heard the girls giggling and whispering on the stairs; trying to sneak up on me, I guess.
The morning looked so beautiful, 13-year-old Susan couldn't wait to go swimming. It was the first day of her summer vacation and her parents were going to fill the pool with water. Larry, her father, was in the back yard now with the water running into the pool. Susan slipped on her bikini panties from last year. She noticed they were way too tight and a few dark pubic hairs stuck out from around her leg holes.
My friend Susanne and I were so sure that Buffalo was going to win the Super Bowl, we didn't take the points in a wager with our husbands. Stan and Dave chuckled at the beginning of the game, snickered at half-time and were laughing like crazy by the time the game ended. That taught me one lesson: Never bet against the Cowboys. "Well, gals, it's time for you to pay up!" said my husband Dave. He and Stan sat at the table with beer mugs. Susanne and I sighed and slipped under the table.
It was late in the afternoon, almost time for the all-girls school to call it a day. Abby glanced at her wrist watch again, five minutes of three. Standing, she smoothed her skirt down over her wide hips and called attention to her class of fifteen year olds: "Class, remember to bring your report tomorrow with you to class, these will be graded over the weekend and I expect a good report from each of you this time. Your last report showed you didn't put much thought into your work .... so I am expecting a dramatic improvement this time, don't disappoint me!" Abby looked at her wrist watch again ... "Class dismissed."
Susan was a gorgeous lady, dark hair, dark eyes, and a body that would turn the eyes of any man. Her body flowed as she moved, her breasts large, her butt to die for, her body the dream of any man who wished to have a woman with a womanly figure. Susan always was the submissive type, and had masters that love and take care of her. She always loved to be dominated and love being taught lessons like a loved family pet. At times Susan would purposely disobey just so her master would discipline her, spanking her, lightly whipping her, and abusing her just enough to put her back in line.
I sat uneasily in the chair as the younger man slowly caressed my wife Susan's thighs. We were having drinks in a local restaurant as they talked about the latest news and the many changes in our city. They seemed to be getting along quite well. I was surprised as Susan is often a very shy lady. I must confess that this is one of the reasons we have been married over twenty years. Susan was a very 'pure' find when we met all those years ago. She was an excellent mother to our children and we were quite proud that we had raised a family that was well regarded by our friends.
I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but certain recent events have made me realize that I must trying to look back at my life to date in order to understand myself. I've lived, actually, two different lifes simultaneously. In one life, I've been a model student and, now, an attorney who is respected both for her legal abilities and her sedate, upright existence. In the other, I must admit, I've beome a shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking everyone I can.
I got a whole lot of money for my 14th birthday so, like most other teenage girls, I went to the mall the next day to spend some of it. While shopping, I wandered into a section of the mall that was being remodeled and there weren't many people around. I started toward a bathroom at the end of a deserted hallway when I saw a cute young girl wandering around like she was lost. She asked me if I knew where a bathroom was so I told her to go with me. She was a real doll - long blonde hair and big blue eyes and I could tell that she had a nice slim body, even though she was wearing some baggy sweat clothes. When we got there, she quickly ran to a stall and slid her pants down and sat on the john. I had lost the urge to go myself, but I told her I'd wait until she finished.
Susan slept fitfully, being plagued with erotic dreams. Against her will, she found herself taking part in dreams where she was being fucked by David. In these dreams he was so skilful in wielding a massive erection that she would come time after time, being reduced to a sobbing begging slave of pleasure. Susan woke in a really foul mood. She hated him! She did not want to be his plaything, his conquest. She was her own woman. Nevertheless, she couldn't avoid the erotic remembrance of a how a hard penis had felt in her mouth, in her hand, as her fingers curled around it, and in her cunt, stretching her deliciously.
Jimmy, 13 years old, and his sister Susie, who was a year younger, had just been watching a porno tape on the big screen TV in the livingroom late at night. Jimmy had found the secret hiding place his father had for these tapes and this was the perfect night. Their parents were out for the evening. This particular tape had a lot cocksucking and pussy-eating and the scenes of the young people fucking were just wild. They sat in front of the screen watching intently, getting more and more excited themselves as they watched. After it was over, he quickly put the tape back where he had found it so his father couldn't tell it had been moved, and they quickly headed upstairs to Jimmy's room after turning off the TV.
When Suzanne was lying on her back with my cock filling her cunt, or kneeling in front of me sliding her lips up and down my hard shaft, she was always willing and eager. The girl was in love with my cock and would do everything she knew how to do to get it to yield its load of precious cum. When she was getting fucked, Suzanne was every bit the cock-craving slut.
Saturday Night Susan woke with a start. What was that noise? Where was she? Almost as quickly as the questions formed, the answers came. The noise was a quiet thumping sound coming from her neighbour's room, and she was in her newcollege room. She'd only arrived yesterday for her first term, and she had yet to make any friends. Actually, although she would hate for anyone else to know, she had cried a little with homesickness when her parents and younger brother had driven off, after having unloaded all her things and helped her get established in her room. The sense of loneliness after they had gone was impossible to shake off, and she'd decided that she couldn't face trying to make friends last night so she'd retired to bed earlier than she had in years, and she'd quickly fallen asleep.
That night, alone in her room Susan thought back over the last two days. Yesterday, was it only yesterday?, she'd been living at home with her parents and brother; she'd packed her things into the car; they'd all driven off to college; she'd found her room, moved in, and gone to sleep early. She remembered that she'd been wakened by the noise of Nicole and John's love making, and that she'd masturbated as she listened to them. Her thoughts continued by surveyingthis day. She'd tidied her room; met John and Nicole; they'd had lunch together, waved John off; tidied Nicole's room. And then ... Even though she was alone, Susan blushed to remember what came next. She and Nicole had masturbated in front of each other; had stripped naked; got on the same bed, and continued masturbating, until Nicole had licked her pussy.
She didn't open them again until she heard the soft familiar purring sound of her vibrator being turned on, just before Nicole applied it to her inner thighs. The quivering sensation quickly caused her to open her legs wider, exposing herself to a new friends. "Ohhhhhhhhh", she couldn't avoid moaning. Susan meanwhile had speedily unbuttoned her skirt, and had tugged off her T-shirt, joining Nicole in being naked. Only Melonie was wearing anything, and that was only her skirt, bunched at her waist. As Nicole continued to run the vibrator up and down Melonie's legs, bringing it closer and closer to her aching clitoris, Melonie whimpered unashamedly.
Suzy and I had been married for six years when she began to change. At first I didn't notice but that soon changed. We had recently moved into a new house with lots of extra space for children. Suzy and I had known one another for twenty of our twenty six years. We were sweethearts by high school and married at college. After graduating we took high paying jobs in our respective fields and saved for a house and family.
It was a hot summer morning, and Bob slept late this Saturday morning. His wife was out of town visiting relatives, and the house was quiet. In the next room Bob's 8 year old daughter was slowly waking up, squinting at the hot sun streaming thru the windows. Suzy rubbed her eyes and left the bed, headed for the bathroom. She waiting a bit too long, as some pee soaked her panties before she reached the toilet. Suzy removed the wet underpants and pulled down her tiny teeshirt trying to cover her bald child pussy. She decided she better tell daddy what happened.
It was a hot summer morning, and Bob slept late this Saturday morning. His wife was out of town visiting relatives, and the house was quiet. In the next room Bob's 8 year old daughter was slowly waking up, squinting at the hot sun streaming thru the windows. Suzy rubbed her eyes and left the bed, headed for the bathroom. She waiting a bit too long, as some pee soaked her panties before she reached the toilet. Suzy removed the wet underpants and pulled down her tiny teeshirt trying to cover her bald child pussy. She decided she better tell daddy what happened.
Bob was sitting naked on his outdoor deck. He was enjoying a weekend without his wife, and had solo parenting duties for his 8 year old daughter Suzy. This morning he had taken an innocent bath with his little girl, and released his semen in front of her as she washed his penis. Bob was enjoying strutting around naked in front of young Suzy. He leaned over to look at her playing on the floor. He dressed her in just a T-shirt, her sweet pink and bald child pussy was staring at him as she innocently played.
Bob had slept like a king that night. Yesterday was the best day of his life! His wife was out of town, and he was watching his eight year old daughter. Yesterday he innocently had bathed with his daughter Suzy, and accidentally ejaculated in front of her as she washed his penis. This awoke a new reaction inside of Bob, and he strutted naked in front of her all day long. The night ended in having her jack him off before bed.
Due to the job market, my sister and I had moved back home while looking for better jobs. Both of us were in our late twenties, but our mom and dad didn't mind giving us our old rooms back. As I walked in after getting off early from my part-time job, I was surprised to see her there, her legs bent up at an angle, resting on either arm rest while her furry pussy was exposed at the center of her wide-open crotch. Cass must have figured that nobody would be home for awhile, so she had gotten naked, and was stretched out lasciviously on the big recliner chair in the living room.
Mark was home for the week. He had just finished up the first round of spring-semester exams, and was looking forward to graduating in May. All he had to do was keep studying for three more months, and he was free. He had driven home with the obligatory sack full of laundry to be washed, because his parents were going away to a convention in New York City for the week, and they wanted him to keep an eye on his kid sister while they were gone. At 16, Mark felt she was capable of doing this herself, but his parents always *had* been a little nervous.
It all started back in June while my 10 year old daughter, Lynn, was staying with me after school ended while I was on vacation. She had developed a pretty good friendship with two of the local girls, Karen and Susie, who live near the apartment complex I live in, and they frequently played here in my apartment. Karen was almost 11 years old with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a slim build. She had just the first hints of budding breasts beginning to point out from her chest. Susie had just turned 8 years old and also had blonde hair, but had green eyes and a slightly heavier build, though not chubby.
You may be interested in an episode some time ago. I took my son to see some friends who had a son and a daughter. They were both about the same age, about 10 years old the girl was at this time then. We had known the family for some time, during which the girl and I had become good friends. On this occasion, the family were going out visiting and both children asked if they could stay home with us. I said I didn't mind staying and so it was agreed that I should mind the three children. The boys played outside and the girl and I stayed inside.
Little Kimmy Johnson heard the Thomases' car pull into the garage. The eighth-grader had come to their house after school and had been babysitting for them while the couple went out to dinner. She looked at the clock. It was 10:15 PM, and the two children had been sleeping for over an hour already. Mr. Thomas opened the door and walked into the living room. He could see Kimmy look up over the top of her schoolbook at him as she reclined across the sofa.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling so alive and so wonderful, my soul was flying high on a cloud of gold. I hadn't felt that way in a long time, if I had ever felt that good. Jessica has been with me the night before, but she had to leave around midnight to beat her parents home. They had gone to some dinner or something and we had gone out together. I felt so good with her, somehow we just fit right like two pieces in some intricate puzzle. I didn't know what it was about that girl. Sure, she was beautiful with that long brown hair and those big, deer eyes, but it was something more than her body.
Years ago I saw an ad in a swingers magazine that really intrigued me.. It was from a guy who was having sex with his two sisters. He realized he wasn't the only guy who got it on with his sisters and was soliciting other guys who also did to try a swapping party. I read the ad several times and decided to see if Kelly and Jenny wanted to answer his ad. Kelly and Jenny are my younger sisters and I had been screwing both of them for some time. Kelly was 22, quite pretty, a natural blond and built like the proverbial brick shit house. Jenny was 19, very pretty face, coal black hair, dark eyes and a slim but sexy 5'4" body.
Although I've often had fantasies of having sex with my mother since I was a young boy (I am now in my mid 30's), I attributed those fantasies to youthful sexual exploration. I never expected those fantasies to come true. It wasn't planned on either of our parts. It just happened one wonderful night not long ago. You see, I was visiting my mom for several days. She lives alone and some of the family got together to spend some time with mom during the summer. Mom is in her late 50's and looks fantastic.
"Hi, Lisa." "Oh!" "Oh Christ!" "And Jay. Isn't that nice, boys? Just what we been waiting for. Hold it, buddy. You're not going anyplace. Just stay still, okay?" "What -- what are you doing here?" "You look good, Lisa. Damn good." "What -- what do you want?" "Now that's a dumb question, Lisa. You know what we want." "Look --" "We want old Jay, that's what. And you too, Lisay baby. Not quite in the same way, of course." "Oh god. Oh my god." "Now look, if you three guys think you can --" "Shut up, Jay. You're dead, and you know it. But first I want you to watch me with Lisa here. Okay?"
"I want you to watch this," an older man said to a younger. Both sat across a desk from a young woman in that woman's office. The young woman was sitting in a comfortable chair, elegantly dressed, with each wrist handcuffed to an arm of the chair. "I ask you with all my soul not to do this," the woman said. "Why, Sylvia," the older man said. "I told Buddy I would make you crawl for him. I can't disappoing him, can I? Buddy is so anxious to watch you crawling. Isn't that right, Buddy?" "God, yes," Buddy said.
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