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"Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or fifth time during the same 7th period U.S. History class. They were unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating end of yet another tiring, irritating school day. He had tried yelling and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year long. He finally gives up trying to explain Reconstruction and tells the students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period.
It was a saturday morning. Tabitha woke up early, to find me at my keyboard, doing some work. She smiled at me, and asked me who was still home. Just the two of us, I told her. She smiled even more, and got off of the couch, and went into the bathroom. I wondered to myself, why was she smiling so much, this early in the morning. I was to find out soon enough. I heard the shower start up, and anxiously went to my peephole, to see if I could finally get a look at her now developing, thirteen year old body.
One evening my husband Tom asked if he could tie me naked to the kitchen table and fuck me. It seemed a bit silly but if that would make him happy, I didn't mind. He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table, spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg. I was laying across the table with my arms either side of my head and my hands clutching the far edge of the table (It was a narrow table.).
She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applyed her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassierre with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.
It was seven o'clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, and expected to remain that way for a while. The girls were out and I didn't expect either my eldest, Joan, or her younger sister Louise home before the wee hours. Karen, my youngest, hadn't started dating regularly yet, so I did expect her home, but I've learned that when she says nine o'clock she means midnight.
Sarah told her 16 year old daughter why she had to go and take care of her own father. "You're father and I, we've grown apart anyway," Sarah told her. "It's time for you to take care of him now." "But mother," Justine protested. Though being alone with her father was an exciting prospect, she really didn't want to lose her mother in the process. "Honey," Sarah said, brushing the long black hair out of her daughter's eyes. "Very soon you'll understand why I have to go." Sarah pulled out a small gift wrapped package, about the size of a shoe box, from under her bed and gave it to Justine.
The three women watched the television monitor at the end of the room. There was no picture, only fuzzy lines across the screen. Overhead, dim fluorescent lights buzzed. The women, never having met, glanced at each other only to look away when meeting one another's eyes. "Kind of spooky," the larger of the three girls said. She had short thick black hair, wide shoulders and full breasts.
My name is Tami Dugan. I am 5 feet 10 inches tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes. My measurements are 38-26-36 and I am 27 years old. I have never been married nor had children. I like sports, softball, and volleyball, mostly. I also like to go camping. Enough of the boring stuff. Sexually speaking, I am very active. I love sex and I like to flirt and tease. I have sex with both men and women. I do not consider myself gay, just open minded. I like to BBS and have BBS sex.
Tammy skipped gaily home from school. She had made a new friend today - her first day at the new school. It was not easy for Tammy to make new friends because, although she was very cheerful and anxious to please, she had discovered years ago that kids loved to tease her because of her bright red hair and many freckles. Her mother had told her that the other kids really didn't mean to hurt her, but she still hated it when they called her the usual names reserved for redheaded and freckle-faced girls. Tammy liked her red hair, though, and she thought it was pretty the way it flowed all the way to her tiny butt in long, wavy curls.
My name is Tami Dugan. I am 5 feet 10 inches tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes. My measurements are 38-26-36 and I am 27 years old. I have never been married or has children. I like sports, softball, and volleyball, mostly. I also like to go camping. Enough of the boring stuff. Sexually speaking, I am very active. I love sex and I like to flirt and tease. I have sex with both men and women. I do not consider myself gay, just open minded. I like to BBS and have BBS sex.
Tears streamed down Tammy's face as she drove home. Her terrible ordeal at the Country Club had left her humiliated, sore, deathly afraid and more pissed off than she had ever been during her young life. There just had to be a way out of this mess. She was not a stupid girl. David Lee's little gang rape, which may have left her impregnated with a Mexican baby, was just the beginning. That much she knew. There was no telling what David might have in store for her if she were to follow his orders and come to work for him. The thought of being forced to be his sex slave made Tammy's stomach turn, and for the third time on her way home, she pulled the car over to the side of the road and vomited..
It would be safe to say that Tammy had gotten herself into this mess on her own. She should have been smarter, should have been more careful. Then again, perhaps her carelessness was just her subconscious desire to be caught, thus assuring that she would get the kind of treatment she was now certain to receive for the rest of her life. However, the psychological intricacies of her ordeal were the last thing on Tammy's mind as she lay silently, perfectly still, face down on the floor of her father's private office at his exclusive country club.
A friend of mine, "Horny" Hal Gudmunsen, recently opened his own tanning salon. What I heard about this, I just had to go check it out! I just couldn't picture him running his own business. Hal, of all people! Be- sides, my own "tan" needed definite improvement. So I followed the directions he gave me, and found the salon in a surpris- ingly elegant little shopping center. It was located right on the end, closest to the street, and had a big sign that read: HAL'S TANNING AND BODY WRAP SALON
Mindy Atkins smiled as she slid a finger into herself. Life was funny. Since she and Frank had divorced, they had lost a part of their relationship, but had somehow gained a better one. Frank and she still talked at least once or twice a week. Whenever Frank needed advice about work, he would usually first call Mindy, and maybe not even bring it up with his wife. And once a month, like clockwork, he'd drop by and deliver to Mindy the alimony check, plus a little something extra, too, which Mindy still found she enjoyed.
Carol Robinson was a freshman at Falcon Hill High School. A pretty girl of fourteen with a waifish figure, long blonde hair that hung to her waist, wide green eyes which gave her an childish, innocent looking face, she was somewhat shy and had not yet made any new friends since starting high school. Her father, a vice president of a large telecommunications company, had recently been transferred with his family to southern California and she missed her old friends. One day, about a month into the school year some girls approached her after one of her classes.
The year ended, like they all do. Another year followed, and then another. It was now two and a half years after the Robinson's first taping. The entire world's population had also been turned into tape slaves, the last ones joining a year ago. No longer was there any need for secrecy. The Community Centers were in every town and village now, large and small. People regularly went to them to receive tape instructions, which were carried out with absolute obedience.
Kevin pulled out a fraction, then pushed back in. Lisa's pussy squeezed his cock hard, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her. "Oh, yeah. That's good. Oh, oh, oh I'm doing it agaaaaain!" She grabbed Kevin's buttocks again and pulled him deep within her. Kevin stroked her a little harder, a little faster now, with each stroke she seemed to come again and again. She opened her soft, brown eyes, dazed with lust and looked up into her brother's grinning face. "Oh, god! Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck your sister! Harder! Please fuck me harder!"
The two boys were kissing now, lips locked in a wide open-mouthed french kiss. Their tongues slurped against each other, their hands moved over each other's bodies. The head of Joey's erect cock pushed it's way past the top of his shorts. Kevin reached down and began running his thumb and forefingers along the head. Joey ran his own hand along Kevin's firm, strong legs, finally reaching up through the bottom of his shorts to feel his balls. Kevin let his legs spread wide to give Joey better access to his privates while he reached his hand into his friend's pants and, after spreading the lubrication oozing from the tip of his cock around the head with his thumb, he slowly pulled the skin up and down, which caused Joey to moan.
"Hard to talk," Gina whispered. "Yeah, I can imagine. They have to run a tube down your throat to pump your stomach. Still, I can guarantee it hurts less than a broken leg. You know, a housefly did this to me." Gina wore a look of confusion. "Really. Have a seat and I'll tell you about it."
Mindy Atkins smiled as she slid a finger into herself. Life was funny. Since she and Frank had divorced, they had lost a part of their relationship, but had somehow gained a better one. Frank and she still talked at least once or twice a week. Whenever Frank needed advice about work, he would usually first call Mindy, and maybe not even bring it up with his wife. And once a month, like clockwork, he'd drop by and deliver to Mindy the alimony check, plus a little something extra, too, which Mindy still found she enjoyed.
"Weren't you both implanted with contraceptives at the time?" "Yes we were... I guess it didn't work." "Do you blame your father for any of this?" "No. He's not responsible. It's those fucking tapes!" "Tell me, Gina, do you have any opinions on abortion?" Gina collected her thoughts for a minute. "I think it should be the woman's choice. Which I never got!" she finished angrily.
After the tape ended, Gina ordered him to answer some questions. "How did you know I was here? How do you know these people." "I had both your house and your car bugged. Remember the break-in? That was just a ruse to plant the devices and get you thinking about conspiracies and intrigue." He became irritated. "Why didn't you think to sweep your place for the bugs? It should have been obvious to anybody."
Hey Sweetie I just wanted to let you know you have aroused me with your name alone! I'm sitting here trying to figure out if you love foreplay. I'm one who with out it, I'm no good! ....... let me tell you what I'm all about sweeeeeeetie, I'm tall mean and lean and one massive well lubed machine full of juices .......! would you like to have a fasntasy lived out with me, I would love to make you wet and HOT! a soft wet long toung would just make you want to pull your hair out.
Does it hurt? This is the first question in this FAQ because it's usually the first question that people ask about tattooing. The answer is, quite simply, yes. Having needles pierce your skin *does* hurt. But what you *really* want to know is, "How MUCH does it hurt, and can I handle it?" It's really not nearly as bad as what you might imagine. Basically, there is the pain of the cluster of needles on the tattoo gun piercing your skin very rapidly. This sensation, however, doesn't feel like the poking pain of an injection--it's more of a constant vibration. You will be amazed at how quickly your body releases endorphins, or pain killers--so even if it hurts, the pain is dullened somewhat.
Had open innocent grey-green eyes and freckles everywhere, and pert little breasts that pressed hard little nipples against the satin blouse she wore. On her hands were many silver rings, and peeking from her blouse was a large flower tattoo that I imagined painted most of her left breast. She wore too much cheap makeup, and there were small scars bruises on her freckled legs. There was something in her eyes, submission mixed with eagerness, that made me wonder how her face would look in orgasm.
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts weren't on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn--only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) She'd only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
This is a story about a young woman named Aisha. She is in her early 20's and she is presently attending college. To help earn some pocket money, she has started hiring herself out as a baby-sitter. Perhaps baby-sitter is the wrong word. Although the request does not occur very often, she prefers to watch children in their early teens -- especially boys.
My cock was hard again. I couldn't help it; Lisa was running around the house wearing nothing but her panties (white cotton ones with little blue dots) again. Lisa is my niece; my sexy little four year old niece. I know that most people wouldn't find a girl that young sexually attractive; but I do. I've known it nearly all of my life; (I'm 27 now) and I've learned to accept it; even if the rest of society hasn't. Anyway, here I was again; trying to just relax and watch T.V.
It was 1975. I had started teaching at Madison High in the fall. Fresh out of school. I was one of the three new teachers at the school and the only new black male teacher. The school, though integrated, was located in the black ghetto and had a predominantly black student body and faculty. The faculty was the usual assortment with most being aging civil servants that were just marking time until retirement. There were only a few of the brothers in the crowd. One was John Baker, the Dean of Boys so powerfully built that he could intimidate a grizzly bear. Two of the coaches were known as Butch and Link. If they had given names, I never heard them. Butch and I became friends and he kept me tuned into what was happening at the school.
Clarissa Darling walked through the door of her bedroom and tossed her books on the floor. She pulled the hairband out of her hair and let the lovely brownish blonde hair fall about her shoulders. She was dying to take a shower. The warm May weather had her sweating. She pulled off her bright blue pullover and tossed it near her books. She looked at herself in the full length mirror next to her bed. She looked at her well rounded breasts as she removed her lacy white bra.
Ronald Chaffey was 13 when he finally realized he was, shall we say, unique. Ronald, or Ron to everyone except his mother when she was angry, was a quiet, unimposing kid. He was by no means ugly, but wasn't really handsome either. Plain was the best word to describe him. Not a jock, but fit, because he liked to swim a lot. Not competitively, but just for recreation. He was somewhat of a bookworm, though nobody ever called him a nerd. He had black hair, which he kept short, a fit body, and a quick mind. He didn't have many friends, mainly because he was very shy. He always worried about other people rejecting him. What he was about to discover didn't help that impression very much.
I guess I should explain why, every time I write of our camping trip, I put camping in parentheses. This all happened about a year after I had been fucking my family and about two years after I had been sucking them off. (see previous stories-- THE FAMILY THAT CUMS TOGETHER..........) At the time I was 10-10 1/2 years old with my brother Jim at around 12 and my other brother, Rob, about 14. We had been talking to some neighbor kids who told us of the camping trip that their parents had taken them on and made it sound great so we started nagging at our parents to take us again. My parents were busy with work and just couldn't take time off but we nagged more until, mostly to shut us up, they agreed to let US go camping ourselves---in the BACKYARD !!!!
First off, about me. I am a 17 year old Junior in high school, and participate in debate. We go on tournaments inside our state, and sometimes out, recently my regular debate partner has been switched out of the class, and I was stranded, I thought about moving to LD debate, which was only for a single debater, while CX debate was compromised of a dual person team, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I went up to our debate coach and described my dilemma, and she started to tell me about some of the new additions to the class that year. She pointed around the room naming names and grades, and her finger fell upon a girl with her back turned to me, her shining black hair fell just below her shoulders, straight and independent.
My wife, Tammy, says she has the ideal husband and life. I provide her a comfortable home, nice things, travel, money,... and a great sex life... with lot's of big black cock. No, I'm not black; I'm an average white man of 40, 5'10" tall, 175, balding, glasses, 6 inch cock. Tammy, is a petite 5'4" 108 lbs, natural blonde with beautiful trusses to her shoulders. Her breasts are perky and stand out at a slightly up thrust angle, flat tummy, and cute round tight ass. Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck me look. She keeps herself fit at the Y swimming and we like to cycle.
Eric and Sam had driven up to their favorite climbing area on Friday night. It rained all night and into the morning. The weather report was predicting more rain, so they decided to bag it and headed for home. Eric came in the back door, dumped his climbing gear in the kitchen. He opened a beer and went upstairs to shower. Hearing peculiar noises from Karen's room, he peeked inside. He was momentarily startled by what he saw...
I had finally decided that since my wife refused to have sex with other men, I would have to drug her in order to live out my strongest fantasies. I have always wanted to watch other men stick their hard cocks into her mouth and pussy, to watch as some guy would fuck her hairy cunt and then fill her with his hot seed. My second want was to be able to lick and suck that hot sperm out of her pussy, when her stud was finished mating with her.
Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself..... and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I'm 35 years old; married to a rather submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can turn a man's head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker sex.... or so I thought.
It was an early spring day in Maine. Ms. Malone, my English teacher, had just completed her lecture on contemporary American literature. Throughout her talk, all I could see were her boobs bouncing up and down inside her blouse. I tried, but failed, to decide whether they were enclosed in a bra or not. Sometimes they appeared to act independently, other times they appeared to work in tandem. The indecision did not really matter - regardless of what contained them, they looked great from my seat. Every move she made added to my growing imagination of what I would like to do to her. Not only her tits, but her ass - how it flowed beneath her dress.
My name is Steve. I'm a 15 year old high school student who has a knock-out looking English teacher named Ms. Malone. I used to sit in her class and dream all the time about what I would do to her if only she were mine. That is, until one day a few weeks ago when she introduced me to a totally different kind of education system. But that is another story.
Bill had been teaching freshman biology for only four years now, but he knew exactly what type of student Kristen Parker was. She would show up for her appointment promptly at five, despite the fact that she hardly ever showed up for class. She would tell the story about the dead grandmother, and expect to be given an A. But the fact remained, she failed the first exam.
At sixteen, my little sister Chrissy is a knock-out, a real true-life beauty. She started maturing early and is now five-two, with 35-22-34 measurements on a one hundred five pound body. With her flawless complexion, long auburn hair, and startlingly deep green eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a youthful model, perfectly exemplifying all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.
George had been away for two days at a Sprockets convention on Mars. He was busy representing Spacely Sprockets and trying to pitch sales at interested markets. There really should have been a whole team of specialists there, but Mr. Spacely, being the penny-pinching tight wad that he is refused to spring the money for the travel expenses so George had to go alone.
A high school senior, Dianne was devastatingly cute. She had the kind of face that set your loins on fire. Delicately featured, with a touch of color that made you think she was hiding something, she moved like a shy goddess. Fragile and innocent, but at the same time seeming secretly educated in the ways of pleasure. Tempting. Her figure was not overly voluptuous, but with the fleshy paddings that round a woman's figure in all the right places. Firm, alluring, and one hundred percent sexy, Dianne would make any man drool.
"My name is Ted. Theodore Sherrit Mosely Tighlman. TSMT. Teddy. "'Yeah, whatever,' most people might say. Yeah. 'A Gold Coastie rookie Senator sitting on his lawn next to the pool with his martini reading the Wall Street Journal on a late summer afternoon after the return commute from Washington.' Then in that sort of voice people put on when they're imitating someone and they want you to _know_ it, say, 'Yep! Yep! Campaign's not going so darned well. Damn Democrats back in office!'
Tedi and Tom had been together as a couple since early high school. They had tried just about everything together as they had grown up. In her sophomore year Tedi had developed into a strikingly sexy young lady with this fabulous body. All at the tender age of 15, her body suddenly went from tom-boy to playmate. Ever guy in school lusted after her body, including a lot of the teachers. She and Tom had started dating as soon as her folks would allow it and he had been the only guy she had ever dated. She let Tom take her cherry their Junior year in High School.
One spring day, Lori came home from school and found a note. Her mother was at the mall and will be away for a while . She was to fix dinner for her brother and father. Lori hated to cook and started to her room. As she passed the bathroom, she heard the shower running. She opened the door and peeked in. " Whose in the shower?"she asked. " It's me sweetheart. Your mom dropped me off on her way to the mall." called back her father. " How was school today?"
Hi! My name's Sandi, and I'd like to tell you about what happened to me a little while ago. I'm still at school, and my friend Jackie and I enjoy hoisting up our skirts and wearing skimpy undies (or none at all!) to try and turn on the men teachers. It gives us quite a thrill to see the bulges in their trousers when we cross our legs and flash our crotches at them!
Jules was thirteen when the Marsdale's moved in next door. The Marsdale's were from New York City, and they had moved to the country with their one and only 17-year-old son, who they hoped to save from the corrupting influences of the city. Mr. and Mrs. Marsdale were in their middle sixties, having gotten married and had their son, Tim, late in life. This made it impossible for them to keep close tabs on Tim, who had a penchant for getting into mischief. It didn't take Tim long to scope out Lisa, who was Jules's 11-year-old sister, because the girl had started to develop and her breasts were quite large.
My name's Sandi and I expect that you've probably heard all about me and my adventures by now! My last story was about my holiday in Majorca that I went on after my exams, and I thought you might like to hear a bit more about the fun that me and my friend Jackie had while we were out there.
Karen stepped over and ran her hand up my leg, pausing to tweak the head of my dick which was hanging out of the leg of my cutoffs. I hadn't bothered to pull on any underwear. Karen was almost as good looking as Sonya. Both girls had fabulous bodies, large firm tits, and smooth well-rounded asses. Karen had a cute face, whereas Sonya was absolutely beautiful. "Yes, anything you want to do!", Sonya agreed. "Lets get on the bed first," I suggested, "Then we have fun."
"Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy." The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her father Dave, was not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear. But then Dave was not exactly a normal father. For him the most important trait in a female, especially a young daughter, was obedience. Absolute. Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it earned punishment.
Hi! My name's Sandi, and I'd like to tell you about what happened to me a little while ago. I'm still at school, and my friend Jackie and I enjoy hoisting up our skirts and wearing skimpy undies (or none at all!) to try and turn on the men teachers. It gives us quite a thrill to see the bulges in their trousers when we cross our legs and flash our crotches at them!
The Evans Family was in the midst of dinner when the phone rang. Carol Evans, wife of Tim and mother to Tim Jr., Cheryl and Candy got up to answer it. She returned to the table with news. "Aunt Sal and Uncle Jim called to invite you kids out to the farm for two weeks. What do you all think?" Immediately a chorus of complaints rose from the three teens.
She was tall and slender, and the golden length of her hair fell down to the petite shape of her waist-line. Her eyes were a deeply enchanting hazel and they could penetrate in one look the souls of a thousand men. But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The kind of girl that catches your eye by the attraction of a part of her body rather than her overall appearance. Not to say that she didn't turn the heads of many eligible bachelors, but she wouldn't attract the cameras of magazines. She had potential, but alas her completeness was not there.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" With an unsure voice, "Ya, it's not like were lesbians or anything." A nervous laugh that didn't last long. There was a few seconds of awkward silence while the two teenagers looked at each other, before Caroline bent forward and pressed her firm lips to her best friends. They pulled away and lay back onto the bed looking up at the ceiling.
We were only a few turns into the game, but my wife was already way ahead (as usual). Being an English major and a voracious reader, her mind possessed an incredible vocabulary, including every two- and three-letter word in the Scrabble Player's Dictionary. But I enjoyed the game regard- less of whether I won or lost, and besides it was difficult to feel bad or discouraged about anything when Teresa was near!
My darling wife looks so spectacular,so absolutly scandalous,in the fetish outfit she`s wearing for Terrence tonight...Her superbly conditioned,areobicised leggy physique has never looked more fabulous,more sexy or more provocative than it does tonight,never more stunningly presented or outrageously showcased.Thrust up so dramatically on her new 5" stiletto-heels,pencil-thin heels that flatter Joans fine,athletic legs and that force her magnificent bare ass so deliciously outward,she has the appearence of a Vegas showgirl preparing for a bondage movie...
About a year ago I met a guy who opened up a whole new world of sexuality for me. How you ask? Simple. He was able to let go and open up to me, and release his sexual fantasies. I found this to be a great turn on. Here's this big macho guy telling me one night that he wants me to shove his face into my pussy and force him to suck me, then the next night, he tells me about tying me up and coming all over me and leaving me on the bed until he's ready again! Wow! The force and intensity of his fantasies made me wet, and some we even played out (like me "forcing" him to suck my pussy).
I guess I'm not that unusual, at least from what I've read on the bbs's, in that at age 19, in 1973, I became very friendly with a younger girl. Terri and I were both in the same youth organization and we travelled very frequently during the summer. The summer of '73 became incredibly good because of her. I hadn't really even noticed Terri until about May of the year. We had a weekend rehearsal (we were in a band type activity) that started Friday evening and ended Sunday afternoon.
Bob Hardy and his wife Gretchen had just arrived at their hideaway cabin next to Shawnee National Forest in Southern Illinois. The cabin was secluded and no expense was spared in the decor and furnishings. The two had just had a baby four weeks ago and this was their first getaway without the young child. Bob was one of the landed gentry from the small community where they came from and Gretchen was the thing of beauty for the community to behold. Bob was of slight build and had always been pampered and received the best that the privileged class could lay before his well manicured feet.
Lisa Carter skillfully maneuvered the cream-colored Austin Healey convertible over the winding country road past the white-fenced fields, and through the open gateway that led to the dorm area of Fairmount College. As the sportscar approached the parking lot, she geared down from third into second and brought it to a sliding halt. Not bothering to open the low slung door, she swung one long sun tanned leg and then the other over the side of the car, showing her softly rounded calves and lower thighs beneath the short pleated skirt that draped loosely from her hips.
Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door.
The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him very much and was starting to miss Jeff.
Hi, my name is Joan I'm writing this all out for you because so many people that I talk to about this keep telling me that I MUST tell someone about this before I get any older (I'm 16 now) but when I try to explain things to, say friends, they all try to tell me how BAD this is and all. The truth is that I am VERY happy with all that has happened in my life and just once I would like to be able to tell people who might understand and agree.
Little do we know of the male nature as he sees young flesh. Little do we know what man thinks when they see a well dress woman or girl. And little do we know when a lonely man whom sex life became almost null after the death of is spouse as he comes in contact with a female. That is the case of Jack, who's spouse died in car accident a year ago, and who is taking care of is 6 year old son.
On my way back from the doctors I stopped in at Floance's. She was a friend of the family. We met her when we used to live in the apartment building. She was babysitting three kids, two were in school, the other was at the apartment with her own two, Adam, and Alison, 5 and 6, Contney was 5, she was the same age as Alison. Florance and I talked about different things. The time to pick the kids up from school, the five of us went to met them in the park.
In 1967 Columbus, Ohio was still a relatively boring place to live. It has since grown amazingly into a thriving metropolis with fine restaurants, night life and a great deal of diversity. In 1967, however, the Ohio State campus was the only place in town where there was any excitement and that excitement, in my opinion, was too loud and raucous. The bars had the music systems turned up so loud you had to shout at the person next to you to carry on even a few scraps of conversation. The quiet bars there were dull ones, usually frequented by older, local folk.
At this point, Tammy looked as though she was about to cry. Hearing that I loved her, but that she was about to lose me anyway, was probably sheer torture. I know it was for me, but I steeled myself to do what I thought was "right" for the two of us. NO WAY, was I going to "force" myself on Tammy sexually, even by making her think she "had-to", or lose me to her sisters. If I had to, I'd leave first, to avoid the temptation. Seeing her response, I continued. "OK Then. Here's what we're going to do. We'll keep on dating, just like we have been. Nothing's changed there. I still love you, and you still love me.
Linda Stevens sighed in disgust. Another lousy weekday afternoon with nothing to do. She stared into her bathroom mirror and saw a reasonably attractive 39 year old woman staring back. Not bad, she thought to herself, a few wrinkles around the eyes and a few gray hairs, but otherwise I look fine. I wonder if I should dye my hair to hide the gray. No, she thought, it would just look fake and besides her brownish-blonde shade blended well with the occasional gray hair and it didn't look bad at all. As she continued to towel herself off from the shower she had just emerged from, she glanced at herself in the full length mirror attached to the back of the door.
I was not looking forward to the bus ride. It had all the markings of being just like the last one, bad. Eight hours of being cramped into a bouncing bus filled with working-class Mexicans, mostly farmers and their families, those who could not afford the "Plus" service. I had learned to adjust to the crowding but the noise of children's mayhem was hard to get used to. All this because I had waited until the last minute to get my ticket and the "Plus" service was all sold out. The "Plus" service is a big Mercedes with comfortable, reclining seats. Movies are shown and soft drinks are gratis. The toilet, not even available in some of the lesser rides, is larger and nicer, not to mention the smell.
Mom would sure shit if she knew we were playing with our pussies, Eva Ward Giggled. Sally Ward, their mother, felt a shock run down her body to her clit. She had left the house, saying she was going to the store, but she had forgotten her grocery list. Sally had no idea that her sexy young daughters had started playing stinky finger. The three girls were so very young, Eva thirteen, Fay eleven, and little Jan only nine. Eva was the only one that even had hair on her pussy.
"hey, you can't come in here!" Billy exclaimed "I'm taking a bath!" "So!?" said Karen, eyeing the naked boy sitting in the tub attempting to hide his pubic area. "I'm your baby sitter tonight, and I have to make sure that you get clean. The last time I was here when you took your bath you were still dirty when you finished!" "I'll wash real good this time, you don't have to watch me!" the embarrassed boy said. "I not going to watch you Billy, I'm going to WASH you" the thirteen year old girl said. Billy just sat there with his hands between his legs covering his little penis. "But you're a girl!" he said shaking a little.
Janice, our oldest daughter walked into the garage and asked what I was doing. "Just putting some things in storage for your mother," I replied. "Well, just don't get to tired , you remember that Sammy is coming over for the evening and you did make a promise." Janice said with a big grin on her face. Sammy, oh yeah, she was the redhead that stood damn near 6' tall. Not overly big in the chest department, but what an ass. Each time I've seen her she had on shorts that allowed the cheeks to peek out. I started to get a hardon just thinking of that young cunt.
"I don't think I like your attitude, Lynn." "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry." "Ralph is our guest." "I know. I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't --" "You should apologize to Ralph, shouldn't you, Lynn?" "I -- Yes. I -- I'm sorry, Ralph." "I don't think you are, you know, Lynn. I'm afraid it's been too long since you were punished. Hasn't it?" "No. Jack, no. I am sorry, truly. Truly." "You know, I don't think that Ralph has ever actually watched you being punished, have you, Ralph?" "No. No, I haven't. I've got those audio tapes you sent last Christmas, of course. And I must say --"
Erica was the most sought after bachelorette at St. Moniques school. She was 28, dark-haired, slim and very beautiful, but she turned down all the male bachelor teachers with grace. Her subject was art and she was a highly appreciated teacher. She was also a very good artist and often had successful exhibitions at the local arts dealer in the small city. Most of all she painted angels and often her pupils were her models. But the pupil she most of all wanted to paint always turned her down. It was the sweet little Amanda Miller. It wasn't that that Amanda didn't want to, it was just that her parents made her do all the things that were expected from a young girl with rich parents.
The Oak Tree estate and grounds were as typically lovely and idyllic as ever in their late summer garb of fading green meadows and mellow, wilting flowers. The undergrowth of the heavily- wooded area was dark with knobbed shrubs and the oldest trees stood gnarled and sprawling, like old men colored brown with age. Glistening dew drops of rain splashed down on the leaves and dribbled earthward through the thick networks of foliage, finally to fall on the rich black soil below. And yet, strangely enough, the sky was a bright clear blue that seemed somehow separate from the woods, which languished obediently under the inexorable rules of the season's end.
I woke up this morning with my sister's mouth on my cock. I hope that doesn't shock you. In most respects my sister Cynthia and I are like any two siblings. She drives me crazy, she picks on me, and she thinks she's better than me at everything. Of course, I drive her crazy too. But I couldn't imagine living without her. When I'm in trouble she comes to my rescue in a flash. She knows me, she resonates with me like no other, and she never lets me get away with bullshit. I love her and I'm in love with her. My sister is 16 years old. I'm 15.
Ever since martial arts video games got so popular I don't hang out at arcades much except to scope the other guys. I'm just not good at them. I miss the space battle ones they had when I was in grade school. I was doing my best not to suck too much at Mortal Kombat. The arcade wasn't too crowded, so nobody kicked me off. A few people would stop and watch for a minute but they usually only stayed long enough to see I was just a wannabe.
"Get me the power drill!" I yelled out across the theater, "I need to reattach this leg." It was going to be another long night of building in the theater; maybe even an all-nighter. Working on the shows is one of my greatest pleasures but it takes so much out of me. Between the late hours building and trying to keep up with my school work, I am surprised that I am still sane.
I've never been one to really attend plays. Whenever I am "forced" (i.e. someone bought me a ticket and told me I was going) to go to them, I enjoy them immensely, but I never seem to make a point to go to them. Pretty weird, I know. You'd figure that by now, I'd have figured out that if plays entertain me so much, I would go to them much more often. It's even stranger considering the university I attend has a very strong theatre program. Many famous movie/television/stage stars went here. The department stages several plays each semester. It would be so easy for me to attend a lot of plays. I just never think of it when I go out to a movie or something.
"Hey, you can't come in here!" Billy exclaimed "I'm taking a bath!" "So!?" said Karen, eyeing the naked boy sitting in the tub attempting to hide his pubic area. "I'm your baby sitter tonight, and I have to make sure that you get clean. The last time I was here when you took your bath you were still dirty when you finished!" "I'll wash real good this time, you don't have to watch me!" the embarrassed boy said. "I not going to watch you Billy, I'm going to WASH you" the thirteen year old girl said.
Much of the summer Tommy and I played on the water, either in one of the boats or swimming in the bayou just down the lake from our houses. Today, however, we met up with Terry and Laura (2 sisters who lived a couple houses over) and spent the day trying to keep away from the neighbor 2 boys. Tom & Stu kept running buy pulling at our bathing suit tops and just generally disrupting our activities. It's not that we didn't like boys yet, it's just that these 2 boys were so bothersome!
Growing up in a small town outside of Salt Lake City in Utah, I learned all sorts of things while roaming around. My mind was open to any and everything. I noticed all that happened around me. One day when I was about 12 I was walking in the woods just on the outskirts of town and noticed something small and black on the ground. It was about the size of a pager and almost the same shape. I picked it up and examined it closely. It was totally enclosed with no way to open it and one switch on the side with a little red light. I flipped the switch and the red light came on, but nothing happened. I flipped it back and forth a few times turning it on and off, but nothing at all happened.
He was mad and made his way out of his New York City Apt. As he hit the street he flagged down a cab and as he was about to get in he saw in the corner of his eye her little baby doll dress....it was sexy and even thought he was mad he watched he run for the cab with no shoes on.........He had no choice but to let her ride with him so she jumped in and with no word the cab took off toward central park. He sat there and just looked at her she new she was bad and had to do something so she flashed him showing that she had no underwear on. he smiled and looked down at his loose short. She climbed on him with a kiss and then looked to see what the drive was doing of course he was looking and she thought what the fuck.......
I do not think that a fancy, satin sheeted large water bed is necessary to fulfill my fantacy. All I need is one redblooded, blindfolded, willing male. And one straight-backed sitting chair. No clothes whatsoever. After blindfolding my partner, I would gently sit him in the chair, and issue instructions that he grasp the sides of the seat of the chair and not remove his hands from that possition NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS.
Jeff and I had been friends since he moved into the neighborhood in the fifth grade. We lived in a area that had woods fairly close to my house. I think I had started a tree house during my fourth grade summer. My Dad had helped me build it and it was really pretty impressive. The oak tree it was in allowed a small shack that could hold about six kids. Jeff and I used to go there and play pirates and other kid's games at least once a week. We shared everything, and I don't recall having very many arguments let alone a fight. I guess we pretty much thought alike on most subjects. As the years went by we changed the things we did there.
The night was stormy and business was slow. The lonely waitress on duty looked out at the pouring rain and sighed. There had been no customers for an hour now and time was passing slowly. Suddenly, lightening flashed and thunder cracked, she jumped as she saw outlined at the door, the shape of a man in a trench coat. The girl began to tremble wondering why the figure seemed so sinister.
Judy was studying for a sociology final when Judd showed up. "Hi, Judy," Judd said. "Hi, Judd," Judy said. Judd sat down. "I'm kind of busy right now," Judy said. "I'm cramming for this soc final and --" "Martin sent me," Judd said. Judy slowly froze. "What?" Judd was watching her. "Martin said I should pay you a visit," Judd said slowly. "He did?" "Yes. Martin said it would be worth my while." "Why is that?" Judy said, trying to keep herself from trembling. "Well," Judd said, watching her. "Martin said you would -- be nice to me."
It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas vacation. Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that the day had been so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the lights in her classroom before the usual last minute gossip wandered in, keeping her from leaving on time. It happened often during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde teacher didn't mind in the least, as she wasn't happy about going home to an empty house. But this day she had good reason to get home early, as she was expecting a phone call from her daughter.
John Steward had met Carol a few times before but he had never succeeded in getting her to consent to fuck him. But this time he was determined to succeed. The girl lay back on the divan looking dreamily at him as they listened to a dreamy classical record. She had agreed to come back to his apartment to listen to music, but she had made it pretty clear that she had no intention of screwing with him. After all, she was nineteen and John was forty.
The alarm radio switched on at 6.30 and the soft music gently drew Jane from her sleep. She woke to find her husband, Tony, still sound asleep beside her. Not surprising after the athletic performance he managed the night before. He had driven her to new heights of exstacy with his imaginative love-making. Jane was still feeling very high. She gently drew back the covers to reveal Tony lying naked beside her. His prick partially erect laying across his hairy stomach. Jane bent over and took him into her mouth and started to suck his prick to life. He was fully erect before he woke.
The furnace had gone out, so it was me, my wife, and my 18 year old daughter all stuffed into one big bed. There was an incredible storm outside, and even though my daughter was nearly 19, she still asked to sleep in between my wife and I. As I leaned over to kiss my wife goodnight, I felt a brief wash of warm breath on my neck. I placed my arm over my daughter's body to brace myself and I felt soft and warm skin press briefly against my forearm. As I leaned back over to my side of the bed, my daughter stretched beneath me, and I felt some raised and fleshy part of her young body brush my bare chest. I saw her look at me with her eyelids low and her mouth slightly apart. She had a strange, dreamy look in her eye as she sighed goodnight and touched me briefly on my arm.
Here I am, 17 years of age, a year before I am on my own with no I idea of what I am going to do. Mom says college, but, there is no way that would be possible financially. She says that she has raised me and my younger sister alone and that she would finish the job. My sister Sue, 16, is herself reaching her point of maturity. As her brother I never did think she was all that hot, but lately looking more closely I am seeing things that I never realized about her before.
Early morning. A shed standing in the corner of a back yard leaves a five-foot "L" between itself and a wall. Two old sheets hang across each opening. Boldly emblazoned on each in a child's script is "BRADS FORT DO NOT ENTER!!!" Assorted dire threats graphically accompany the warnings. A boy of about 12 slowly and quietly unlatches a gate on the other side of the yard and enters, admonishing the person behind him to do the same. A girl his age follows him inside and closes the gate with a soft click. They crouch low and make a run for the safety of the fort, counting on their superior stealth to avoid awakening the "enemies" in the house who are sleeping late this Sunday morning.
All four of the chicks that we Bastards captured from that uptown gang had an attitude problem -- at first. But it got lost damn quickly. As soon as they saw what we did with the fifth one. Who wasn't in condition to come along with us. Maybe she's still hanging around up there. Hanging by her wrists. That's how Judy was hanging. Not right away though. Anyway, four uptown chicks in our clubhouse. Trying to tough it out. Not for long. My favorite was a redhead. April. Kind of skinny but not skinny in the bosom. Crazy hips. April was first. Dash put her out in the middle of the floor and told her to strip. Just like that. All of us sitting around, standing around. Guys and girls both. Told April to strip. April didn't look too good, I could tell how scared she was, but she just stood still. Didn't do anything.
Lisa was 19. She was a sophomore at the local state university. She was a brunette, five feet six inches tall, and weighed 119 pounds. She had size 35C breasts, long slim legs and a face that boys and men had dreams about. She was also a groupie. She made a habit of attending as many rock concerts as she could afford and doing whatever necessary to get into the group's dressing rooms backstage after the show and spending the night with at least one of the lucky guys. Tonight she was going to a concert featuring a group known as Death Warmed Over - not the kind of guys you'd bring home to mother, unless of course your mother was Morticia Addams.
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance of a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of riding were not lost on her either.
I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom I'd met at a party. This was a compact gal, in real good shape physically, chestnut-haired with an acerbic sense of humor I really dug. She's a feisty, feminist-type (with a great physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things. I myself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to, at least, if I could count on some good times in bed eventually!
I'd like to tell you a little about one of my favorite fantasies. Like a lot of other women, I've always secret thoughts about having sex with animals. I can remember back in school, I'd get an itch between my legs just watching a couple of dogs screwing in the street... and this was before I ever knew what the feeling was. After I got a couple of years older, I'd go home and masturbate whenever I'd happen to see them going at it. I'd think about how good it would feel to have that big red doggy cock pounding in and out of my creamy pussy.
I'm not sure young girls today can afford to have early sexual experiences. Not with all the crazy people around. People don't seem to be as nice as they used to be. It just isn't safe anymore. My girls are now 11 and 14 and I sure wouldn't want them to go looking for anything like what I found when I was 12. I don't see how they could do it safely. Even if they could have a good learning experience, it would turn all bad as soon as some others found out about it.
Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the shadows there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he referred to that something as the pagan gods of the people, so there was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he preached never mentioned any names or rival deities.
Lori went to a party. She did not know the host, but she went anyway. Her ensemble included; a tank top that she cut in half, the lower portion of her succulent tits showed from underneath, her short white skirt, which covered her ass and that was about all it covered, her black sneakers, and under all if this, she wore tight green transparent nylon lace panties. The nylon rubbed against her pussy lips and sent shivers through her body.
Houston in June sucks - as does July through September. The air is hot, muggy and dead. The damn landlord was late getting the air conditioning fixed and I was drowsing on the couch trying to catch some breeze. I had a towel under my back to soak up the sweat. Except for the towel, all I had about me was a light pair of shorts; the grey kind that shows all your equipment. The door to my apartment was open to allow whatever stray wind there was to blow through. In my sleepy state I could hear Bob and Julie clattering around coming back from the hotel swimming pool. Bob had some kind of trade arrangement with the hotel involving pictures.
Julie walked over to their house at seven o'clock, as usual, just after dinner. Her next door neighboor, Dr. Michelle Stevens, was a physician at the local hospital, and had moved in to the neighborhood only recently. Michelle was still trying to put her life back in order following her recent divorce, and had talked to Julie about watching over her young daughter, Annette, while she worked extended shifts at the hospital.
"You should wear that two-piece I got you for your b-day, Kris -- Joseph is working the afternoon shift." Kris blushed, but smiled at her friend. She stepped into her one-piece swimsuit, pulled on a pair of cutoffs, and then looked at her friend Caryn, who was standing in the door of her bedroom. "Nooo, it just doesn't feel right. What if I send him the wrong message? He's cute and all, but..."
The smell of hot coffee slowly brought Alice out of her deep sleep. Her stomach ached, but that was not surprising considering what and how much she had eaten the night before. Her bowels ached and churned but she knew the reason for that too. She also knew the cause of the throbbing pain in her asshole and pussy. After all, both holes had been stuffed with dildos, fruits and fists. Her mouth tasted like shit, but she smiled to herself because she knew why it did, and the thought made her aching pussy moisten.
Terry Richards was an average 14-year old boy. That is to say, he was a sea of hormones, and as horny as any other adolescent. He lived in a 4-bedroom house in a typical suburb with his single mother and three sisters. His father had passed away five years ago in a car accident. The insurance and the money from the subsequent lawsuit had left the Richards' fairly well-off, as the driver at fault in the accident had been not only drunk, but extremely wealthy.
Back and forth it swung. Back and forth. And Amy's eyes followed it. Back and forth. She couldn't stop staring at it. "No," she said. But her breasts rose and fell with her accelerated breathing. The breasts were round and enticing under the tight woolen dress, a dark blue conservative garment that could not hide her curvy, sensual body. Her delicious-looking legs were bare, and as the dress clung around her knees the shapeliness of her calves made my heart beat harder.
I responded to a knock at my door one afternoon and saw three cute young girls, maybe 9 to 12 years old, in Girl Scout uniforms. One was tall, with dark hair, one was a tiny, thin blonde, and one was a cute freckle-faced, wholesome farm girl who looked like she could be Irish. The tall one said, ``Hi, my name is Melissa, and this is Courtney and Kelly. We're from Girl Scout troop 4125 and we're holding a sperm drive. May we masturbate you into a bottle? If we get the most sperm, we can win a trip to the Jamboree in Montana.'' She held up a little glass bottle, maybe eight ounces.
You might think that after their first exstatic sexual encounter that Emma and her mother couldn't keep their hands off each other. Such was not the case. Both felt a degree of guilt afterwards, not being sure whether what they did was right. Also, it has to be said, they didn't want to spoil the excitement of their new relationship by constantly making love till it became banal. Infact, they said very little to each other about what had taken place and the sexual tension between them became an exciting undercurrent, rather than an overt affair. Secretly, they both preffered it this way. They both wondered when the next opportunity would present itself. Nothing was planned, well, not really, but they were now both aware the way in which their minds worked.
As it turned out, the damage was not too serious and the tall, dark-haired electrician was able to restore the supply in less than an hour. Linda had been careless and let the power cord on the electric iron wear thin. In the end, the inevitable had happened and a massive short circuit had effectively put the house out of action at nine in the morning. Linda had tried her usual electrician but he was busy. In the end she had to call every electrician in the Yellow pages in order to find someone who could come out straight away. The man who had finally come, two hours later, seemed decent enough and Linda was relieved. Living as a single parent had taught her to be resourceful but to be on her guard for those who would want to take advantage of her situation. It has to said, on the other hand, that she was not averse to taking advantage of other people's situations. Definitely not.
"You filthy bastard. You dirty rotten son of a bitch. If you think you can just bring anybody up here and -- and put on some kind of show -- oh, you scum. Go away, all of you. Now." "Now, Susan. These guys are my pals. I told them all about you, and all about what you are. And everything." "Bastard. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Ever again." "You don't mean that, Susan. And I'm going to show my pals that." "If you think I'll --" "I know you will, Susan baby. I know it, and so do you. So let's start right now. Watch this, boys."
It was a normal day in the lives of the Simpsons. Homer was outside building a doghouse for Santa`s Little Helper -- and it was hell. Since that #&@% Flanders complained about Homer`s "potty mouth", Marge created the "curse jar". Now whenever Homer said a curse word, he had to put money in the jar. He was almost out of money. Finally done with that doghouse, and none too shabby a job (according to Homer, anyway.). Homer gathered his tools from the ground and stood up -- knocking his head on a tree branch in the process. "Dout!" He clinched his teeth and took it, trying his darnest not to curse. He made it. Now to the garage -- but on the way he stepped on a nail.
The sisters loved to be home alone. Maybe that would seem strange for most young teens who would rather be gallivanting their siblings. But Sue and Alice were different. They were comfortable with each other. They enjoyed each other. They actually liked each other. And they had much in common. Their attraction for each other was in no small part due to their well-to-do parents who were always away, usually at their respective offices making more money. For years they had had private schooling, nannies galore and all of the other niceties that comes to the upper crust. They had the requisite pets, a Dane, a newly- acquired pointer, a nice home and secluded pool. They never lacked for anything.
"Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A!" Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Randolph was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam Randolph's special combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the most incredible combinations.
On the tape Gloria said: "You fat, stupid bastard, I don't want to talk to you any more. I can't stand the sight of you. I'll have nothing to do with you, so stop sniffing around. You're nothing but a fat dumb shit and you can't afford to touch the bottom of my foot. So forget it, buddy. You'll never touch me. You got that? You will never lay a hand on me. You got that? You will never touch this body." That tape ran on and on as I looked down at Gloria's tautly stretched, tightly bound body. At Gloria's wild glaring eyes. At Gloria's dark, rolling head. Listening to the throaty, desperate sounds Gloria was making through the gag in her mouth.
It was a large room as bedrooms go. The house was a four bedroom bungalow. The wall between two of those rooms had been knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed shower stall. Still, it seemed crowded. In one corner was the bunk bed, a good sized one with a tall stepladder at the side. A third bed was attached to the bunk, projecting out from the head making it an L shaped piece of furniture.
Mrs. Hanningbolt was half-hanging, half-lying across the front of the truck as it rolled slowly down the dusty, solitary street of the town. They had tied her onto the tubular iron grill that projected from the high front of the truck. The three of them had spread her out and lashed her wrists and ankles to the thick bars. Her arms were pulled back, so that her upper body was half bent backwards, her head hanging back and her long brown hair blowing in the air. Her legs were wide apart. And Mrs. Hanningbolt was stark naked.
Joy was going to a small country school, so small that the eight grades were all in one room and numbered only about 35 students. Being in the eighth grade, Joy figured it was her duty to help the teacher, Miss Laura, in any way she could. In fact, she had developed a schoolgirl crush on this pretty 35 year old woman. Secretly, she had admired Laura's full breasts and wished that her own breasts would in time grow this large. But everything about Miss Laura was perfect - she had shoulder length blond hair, a slender waist and long slender legs, but most of all, Laura had a butt that Joy craved to run her hands over. At night, when she masturbated, she always masturbated to thoughts of Miss Laura.
Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that they didn't have the usual childish arguments. But all in all they seemed to be your ordinary young boys. They even shared the same bedroom like brothers of a close or same age would do. But Brad and Barry were not quite the ordinary boys.
It was late one evening, and Karen was working late on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her Artificial Intelligence class. With a sigh, she ran the submission program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere. Oh well," she thought, "I aced the first four..." She straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to workout the pain that had built in her neck over the past 3 hours sitting at the computer. At least she could relax here, she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night.
"I want you to pay me a visit tonight, Sandy," Bob said. "Oh Christ no," Sandy said. "You know how I want you, don't you, Sis?" Bob said. "Yes," the girl said. "With the gag," Bob said. "I know," Sandy said. "You bastard." "What gag?" Curt said. "Sandy's panties. Stuffed into her mouth. So she can't disturb anybody when I make her scream." "Don't," Sandy said. "Damn," Curt said. "Wish I could see that." "Sandy gagged?" Bob said. "Why not? Sandy. Show him." "What!" "Show him, Sandy. Take off your panties and put them in your mouth. Just like you'll do when you visit my room tonight."
The squad car's wailing siren cut through the stillness of the summer night like the sound of someone screaming in the throes of a nightmare. From far off it came, ever rising and falling pitch bringing it closer to the Valley Farms home of Kate and Lucy Barrett. It was eleven past four in the morning when the call came in from Mrs. Barrett, according to the precinct records, and twenty-two past when the patrol car screeched to a halt in front of their rambling brick home.
In the beginning, there was no thought of the Levitt's German shepherd Rex in Jan's pretty blonde head as she went grumpily about her early morning housework. She was by far too preoccupied with other things -- in particular with the peculiar frustration she was continually feeling with being married. Not that she hadn't frequently noticed the sleek dog that lived next door. Indeed, she had often puzzled over Rex' peculiar attraction when he was tied up at the local supermarket, for it always seemed as if every housewife in the neighborhood paused in her shopping duties to give him a friendly pat and whisper some friendly words to the long-tongued dog, which was usually sitting obediently on his haunches as he waited for his mistress to finish her shopping.
Shortly after twilight Dianne looked out the kitchen window of their ground-floor apartment and saw Kye talking with Olaf Jensen, the building caretaker's overgrown son. Like most Vietnamese, Kye was as lean as a whip but with surprisingly large bones, and tall for a fourteen year old, Mark had said. He would probably fill out nicely now that he'd be getting the proper nourishment, but at the moment he looked like a gaunt little boy beside the muscular teenager of Swedish heritage he was laughing and talking with, displaying that enthusiastic carefreeness which had been constantly a part of him the entire three days he'd been with her.
I got three women pregnant. The thing about it is none of them knows that I am fucking the others or that I have gotten them pregnant. I expect that will change in a few weeks as their swollen bellies will leave no doubt as to their condition, and since they all live with me in the same house, the jig, as they say, will be up. I expect a few fireworks. I hope I can survive them. The three women in question are my mother and my sisters, Wendy and Janet.
The suited man knocked on the bare wood door in the center of a dark smelly ally three times, then two more, than three more times. There was a pause, then the lock on the door slid open with an audible clack. Tentatively, the man opened the door and walked in. The interior if the building belied its poor exterior. The carpet was a dark purple, and the chairs were all real leather. There were several plants and an Escher painting. Very tactful.
I was feeling horny alright. The huge old building was hot in more ways than one and all this smell of pussy had given me a raging hard-on. I drifted to the back where some old machinery had been stacked. A girl was there. She was holding on to some kind of lathe and swaying, from the effects of either drugs, alco- hol or the pounding music. Probably all three. I looked at her and she gazed back at me through half-closed eyelids.
It was probably the worst day of Jim Fries life. He was a chemist at one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the states and had been working on a major project and was the most knowledgeable member of the team even through he was the youngest. I say was because there was a restructuring in the corporation and he had been laid off, his project canceled. Jim left work and came home to his bride of only 6 months at 10:00 am.
The first threesome with my ex-wife started with our swimming pool. We move to southern California and bought our first home. It had been the model for the tract and so had the only pool in our neighborhood. It was unheated so that we could only stand to use it in the evenings during the summer when the sun had heated it. When we bought the place, I told my wife, half jokingly, that there were to be no suits in the pool after dark, and since the yard was well fenced, I would frequently hit the pool nude before going to bed.
Mike came home with a badly sprained ankle. "Oh no, what's wrong with your leg?" screamed his mother. "I just sprained it, mom." he explained. "Doctor says I can't put any weight on it for a month." "Ha, ha!" mocked his younger sister Jen. "What a dumbass." His mom glared at Jen and said, "Here, let me help you sit down." For the next week, Mike's mom followed him everywhere, helping him get out of bed, shower, and put on his clothes. Jen just followed Mike around making fun of him and generally making his life even more like hell.
It was supposed to be J1's graduation party, about 20 people showed up with dates, we spent the best part of the evening drinking and shooting pool at her house. Her parents were out of town for a couple of days leaving the house to "the kids" for J1's party, my parents took it in stride knowing that I would be out "partying" overnight (they didn't know her parents wern't there). The party ran late into the night, twards 2am J2 and her SO at the time had a big fight and broke up in front of everyone and he split. After that, the party had a pretty quiet edge to it. People started leaving shortly after that and soon I was left with the three J's.
My older sister, Jessica, had changed since her brief marriage and subsequent divorce. My parents pretended not to notice, perhaps because they preferred a quiet, distantly dutiful daughter to the wild woman who'd eloped out of a second story window two years before. My reasons for missing the old Jessica were predictably selfish. With my sister seriously calmed down, my parents had more time to concentrate on my sexual indiscretions.
A few months ago, my wife's mother was injured in a car accident. She's going to recover, thank goodness, but she'll need looking after for quite some time. Jill's father passed away a few years back, so it was up to her, as the only child, to take care of her mother. It was with great reluctance that Jill packed up and left me here alone with our 15 year old daughter, Josephine. Jill and I are very close; this is the first time we've been apart since we met in college in '79. But family is family, and she had to go do her duty. I had to stay so I could keep supper on the table, and of course Josey has school to attend to.
Robert's invitation to complete a foursome for a wild weekend had been a welcomed treat, as I drove up to the secluded old house. I must admit I had second thoughts. My sex had always been pretty straight but I was a bit apprehensive about this "bondage" idea. But what the hell - it couldn't hurt to try - could it?? Robert greeted me at the door and introduced me to Mary my "date." His wife Jill, I already knew. A dinner of steaks, wine and small talk. We settled into the den and the almost immediately an imperceptible mood change took place suggesting that things were about to get started.
Tiffany had just turned seventeen when I met her. She was a check out girl in the small college town where I went to school. I was 22 and already accepted to law school. I guess she really had a crush on me. Her brother was a fraternity brother of mine, and he wasn't to pleased with me seeing her. She was more sexy than beautiful, the kind of girl you just want to fuck the hell out of. She was 5' 7", 125 pounds, blue eyes, and reddish-blonde hair. Her skin was smooth and dark. Her tits were average, about B-cups with tiny areolas and pert nipples. Her best features were her long legs and her ass. Her body was real firm.
I sat on the futon with the remote in one hand, a cigarette in the other, flipping through the channels. I caught a glimpse of lingerie and clicked back to "Twin Peaks," imagining the sight of Sherilyn Fenn half-naked over me. Another dull Saturday night. Tilly was working until close again at the restaurant, which usually meant she'd be too tired to want to go out afterwards. We hadn't seen each other all week, and even though we'd talked on the phone, I was going crazy from her absence. I didn't have much to look forward to lately except her. Jobs were scarce, and my savings were nearly shot.
Looking out my window, I saw the Cal-Trans truck parked along the curb. Swell, I thought to myself, another fine day with my street closed. But then, I noticed a lovely female worker who stepped out of a truck in front of my sidewalk. She was wearing the standard bright orange reflector safety vest over her blue jeans and a work shirt. Even from across my front yard I could see that she was stunning, with long beautiful brown hair and a gorgeous young face.
The flesh of the girl's delicious legs moved enticingly out from underneath the short, peach skirt as she walked. Brian watched her from across the street, wanting her. The girl continued happily on her way for another block or so, smiling as the occasional passerby turned his head as he passed. She liked this little town. The people were friendly, and the rustic atmosphere helped her ...
"Ah...Tim? Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?" Tim glanced at the door of his office to see Lisa leaning against the doorjamb. She was wearing a bright red shirt over a pair of black jeans. Her blonde (dyed!) hair fell across her face and shoulders and her face was a little red from what seemed to be the beginnings of a blush.
Tim woke up with Esmerelda sleeping soundly next to him. His body was exhausted after the enjoyable sex marathon he had last night with the young girl and his mother. As he rolled out of bed, the young man thought about the change in his mothers behavior these last few months since the party at his friend Jerry's house. She had become a virtual temptress, who was willing to do anything her son wished, any time. Esmerelda, on the other hand, was simply a sexy toy for his pleasure. Something to amuse himself with until he tired of her.
"Tim's going to tie me up tonight." "Oh, Gloria!" "That turns you on, doesn't it?" "Christ, of course it does!" "Well, think about it." "I am, god, I am! How is he going to tie you?" "Tightly. Very tightly." "Oh, you bitch! I mean --" "I know. But I can't tell you that. It's always a big surprise to me. But I'll tell you what." "What?" "If you're nice to me, I'll call you up and tell you all about it." "What? You mean while --" "Right. While I'm all tied up and everything. Maybe I'll be naked, too." "Oh Jesus!" "Would you dig that, Harry? Would you like having me call you on the phone, all tied and helpless, and stark staring naked? Hmmm?"
"You don't know it yet, honey, but that's exactly what itmeans. Now..Here's your clit.. Yeah.. right there... Now rub yourself there. I'mgoing totake my hand away and watch you masturbate.. Go on.. It's not dirty oranything; it just feels good.. That's it... Go on, honey. Jerk thatclit..Ummmyou look nice.." He was encouraging her, though not muchencouragement wasneeded. As soon as his hand had guided her willing fingers to her ownclit,she had felt the electric shock of sexual pleasure that she'd beenhoping forall day.
Tina glanced out the front blinds for her mother, it was about time for her to come home from work. Tina reached up to fondle one of her small tits, remembering all the wonderful times she and her mother had had together. Her mother had divorced her husband immediately after Tina was born because of his fooling around with another woman. Then her mother had developed a lesbian relationship with another lady on the far side of town. That had been almost two years ago, but now .... Tina had been having an incestuous affair with her mother. It had not been her mother's fault for she had seduced her own mother.
I receive a call from my Mistress, ordering me to her home. I arrive in record time, and kneel in front of her with head bowed, waiting her instructions. "Do you recall the Lady Christina?" she asks me with one raised eyebrow. I quickly think back, and remember a friend of Mistress who was at the Party which I served as Maid last week. I try to remember the names of the dozen or so women who were there. "Was she one of your friends that I had the pleasure of serving last week Ma'm?" I meekly ask. "Why yes she was, Sissy." Mistress tells me. "And she and I have chatted today. Apparently, she enjoyed your performance last week. Let's see, as I recall she said you were a 'darling little bitch'", Mistress said with a smile.
It's always risky sitting on a bench in the park while you are invisible. The process of turning off and on this effect always took about 15 minutes, and couldn't be stopped when I started it. And it looked rather strange, to say the least, so I couldn't do it in public places. Therefor I now was invisible, and I kept my eyes open to avoid getting someone in my lap. My clothes? Ah, yes I could actually turn them invisible also. I was just wearing a pair of shorts and shoes now, however, as it was warm and fine. It always is here.
I'm a 23 year old woman who loves everything about sex, and last year when I was a senior in college, I had one of my fantasies of being the star of my own gang bang porno video come true. I'm 5'8" tall, weigh 125 pounds, and my measurements are 40D-24-37. I have long blonde hair and green eyes, and a beautiful face. As I mentioned, I love everything that has anything to do with sex, the hotter and hornier, the better. Reading all these hot, horny letters here never fails to turn my pussy into an overheated swamp, forcing me to masturbate like crazy if I'm alone, or jump all over my man and suck and fuck his brains out!
My wife of three years and I have enjoyed reading all the stories here for a long time, and we thought your readers would be interested in hearing about our recent reunion celebration. We recently moved from California to the East Coast. Because we had to sell our house, I had to stay out west for two and a half months while she took care of getting our new house in order. I finally was able to sell our house and my car, and pack up my business to fly east to be with her again. After two and a half months without any sex, we were both eagerly anticipating my arrival, and the wild sex party we would have together.
Sandy Wilson looked at the rat in frustration. The aluminum foil electrode he had glued to Ms. Piggy's head had come loose again, and she had rubbed the spot where it had been attached until the skin had broken, making it useless for his purposes. He'd have to find another place to attach an electrode, and that meant another hour of carefully shaving the rat's tiny head. Still, he hadn't got a good EEG tracing from the spot on top, so he probably was better searching for another, maybe farther back on the cortex..
Dr. Charles Lassiter was staring at his twenty third Russian essay test of the day, rethinking his future. As a professor at the exclusive Merrioak Women's College he had thought he would be able to follow his two favorite subjects with ease. The first was the mind, he was an acknowledged expert in four separate fields dealing with the mind and its workings, ranging from Neuro-chemical transmitters and their design and development, to the use of Hypnotic and Mystical techniques in psychiatric care. The college had virtually thrown money at him to entice him to come and add his prestigious name to their staff.
I was about to start work in a new town, and had been searching round for somewhere to live. Finally, I turned up at a fairly run-down house in one of the outlying suburbs where apparently there was a single room to let in a shared house. I was met at the door by a middle-aged woman, and she led me inside and started showing me around the house. "There's just me and my little girl living here," she explained, "so I want someone I can trust." At that moment, the back door opened and a young girl came bounding in from the garden. She was a gorgeous little thing with thick shoulder-length blonde hair. She was dressed in pale blue jeans and a white T-shirt, and I could see that she had an almost completely flat chest and very narrow hips.
It was a sunny day I was walking a long when a girl came up to me and asked me for some money for food. She looked nice and since I was going to lunch myself and I hate eating alone so I invited her a long. Over lunch I found out a lot about her. She had just came from an Asian country, had no money, and no place to stay. Although she would not tell me her age she look younger than she probably was, because she was not quite 5 feet high, and she could not weighed more than 100 lbs. She had lovely green eyes and a small cute Asian face with shoulder length black hair . She look like she might be in her teens and was very cute. She said she was tired and afraid. I asked her if she would like to sleep at my place.
Lisa was the type of person who hated to be late. As she looked at her watch it told her it was five past six...and she had a 5:30 appointment with her new dentist,. Doctor Stone's office was far on the other side of town from Lisa's office and traffic had been heavy this afternoon.. After parking her black BMW in the empty parking lot, Lisa rushed into the dimly lit office. Lisa was a successful real estate broker in her late twenties with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes that made her stand out in any crowd. With her tiny waist and full chest, she drew stares from every man who saw her--and she knew it. Lisa thought of it as her "professional edge."
Alicia Anderson wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant -- that decrepit old bag on the soap opera Alicia sat here watching as the rain poured down outside -- was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the young stableboy who tended her husband's prize horses. The stableboy had to be at least a half century younger than Zenobia. Alicia she'd never be able to figure out the stableboy's lust for the old bag. She also knew that if there was any justice in the world, Zenobia would be caught in the act one of these days by her husband and banished forever from his luxurious estate.
We play lots of games over here, but the only time I am ever really concerned is when Karen gets the urge to play 'Truth or Dare'. Invariably, she will push things just a little too far, ask questions whose answers lie a bit too close to the bone. The last time we played, there was Howard, myself, Karen, and two girls and a guy that Karen knew through her Fine Arts classes. One of the girls, Maria, a dusky Spanish jewel, I'd had the good fortune to have seen for a month or so earlier in the year. We had spent most of the evening drinking wine, smoking some dope, talking about everything from art to music to pornography to what it was about John Malkovich that girls liked.
"UHhhhh, AHhhhh," Todd grunted and groaned as unbelievable waves of pleasure/pain washed over his super distended cock and hard contracted balls. Pain from being so incredibly hard while trying to hold back a monster orgasm, pleasure from the loving administrations of the warm mouth working on his cock. "Oh god I'm going to cum, AHhhhhh, AHhhhhh," Todd was barely able to talk as he strained to control himself. The fire in his groin built to intense levels he had never before experienced. Suddenly the dam broke and the teenager began to explode into the hot warm mouth. Jet after jet of hot cum shot out of his cock as pleasure and heat flushed his lean body from his groin outward.
Jennifer was rather nervous as she approached the large house which was set well back from the road. It was the right address, she'd checked it several times while searching for it in the rather palatial suburb as she drove around looking for the home of her Mistress. She pulled her car into the long gravel driveway and drove through the large metal gates which were mounted in the ten foot high wall. As she drove up the driveway she passed a large garden with various small buildings set amongst tasteful trees and shrubs.
Twenty-five year old Sarah brushed her hair. Her long, blond hair hung in tight curls about her shoulders. Laying the brush aside, she stood. She checked her appearance in the mirror again, for the thousandth time. A pink blouse with a short, pale white skirt was her dress for this special day. She wore heels ... then decided against the heels. Kicking them off, she took out a pair of loafers and slipped them on. She brushed her hair back behind her ears and stepped away from the mirror.
Sarah had been kidnapped from an eastern home and brought out to this Midwestern city, right on the outskirts. This kidnapping took place in the middle of summer right after Sarah's graduation, and it happened in the wee hours of the morning. Then she was brought out to this elaborate three story building, a building surrounded with privately owned fields, fields also owned by the owner and operator of the elaborate building. There she was taken up to the third floor and placed in a 10x10 room, with only a shower, toilet and a bed. From her window she was able to watch other young girls being tormented and tortured in the courtyard below. She couldn't hear much through the locked door, but she did hear the faint cries and screams of these other young girls.
Fourteen year old Vickie checked her appearance it the mirror. Her blond hair was combed and brushed until it just glowed. Her complexion was that of any young girl, a zit popping out every once in a while ... other than that, she had a darling complexion. Whirling around, her skirt fanned out to reveal long, slender legs. Satisfied with her appearance, she bounced out of her room. "Where you going this late at night?" her mother, Dana, asked. "Got a date?" Vickie blushed... "Sort of."
It's been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting was rather bizarre (ain't it amazing what Greyhound can do for your sex life?) and we'd done some rather strange things with each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each other more than other people.
When a boy gets to be 13, all sorts of things happen. His voice changes, his body changes, and his emotions go wild. I began to notice this more and more as I approached that age. The following is an account of the day that I became, if you will, a man. I've been best friends with Mark since we were in the first grade. In fact, I'm also friends with his little sister (by one year), Joanne. She's quite a bit of a tomboy, has always been. In fact, that's why I'm friends with her. She's never been like other girls. When Mark and I play baseball or whatever, we let her join in. We treat her like one of the guys. She goes by Jo, since she thinks that Joanne is too frilly.
It is Wednesday afternoon, and my wife, Ann, accompanies me to the Gold River Athletic Club for my monthly appointment with Barbara for a massage. Having Ann accompany me to this appointment is unusual, but I don't think anything about it. Ann knows Barbara and likes her because Barbara is a professional C.M.T. massage therapist, and there is no sex play with her - just professional relaxation and stress reduction. The next Saturday is my 50th birthday.
It had been a hard day for Tommy Barnhart. As he wheeled his bike up the driveway he reflected on his short but disastrous day at school. It had begun pretty well, as he made out with his girlfriend, Becky, near the gymnasium door. But he got a little overzealous and began to feel up her sweater. Becky balked at that and in the ensuing fight they broke up. Word got around during the morning and at lunch many guys taunted Tommy. When Joe McTavish, the biggest asshole in school, added his 2 cents worth, Tommy lost it and began pummelling the bigger boy. It cost him dearly: a 2- day suspension and a black eye.
Kathy Barnhart woke from her nap about an hour later, feeling refreshed. She put on her robe and headed for the stairs, intending to get a nice dinner started for her children, when she noticed the sounds coming from her son's bedroom door. Frowning slightly, since Tom wasn't due home for an hour yet, she knocked lighlty on the door.
Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him. He'd been pretending to be a superspy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ. He had been thinking about the imaginary female spy he seduced with his brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large unusual insect. Lying on a log he had to sneak over, the thing reacted sharply when he brushed against it. "YEEOWW!" he let out before he remembered spies didn't react to pain. It was a booby trap! They knew he was coming, he knew enough to flee. Imagined the hundreds of enemies pursuing him, he nursed his injured arm all the way to the house.
Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him. He'd been pretending to be a superspy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ. He had been thinking about the imaginary female spy he seduced with his brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large unusual insect. Lying on a log he had to sneak over, the thing reacted sharply when he brushed against it. "YEEOWW!" he let out before he remembered spies didn't react to pain.
My name is Tommy. I am 15 years old. I live at home with my parents and older sister Jennifer. I get along well with my parents but not so well with my sister. She's 18 years old and a freshman at a two year college that is close to our home. She had plans to go away to an out of state university next year and that would've suited me just fine. She walks around with that superior older sister attitude and rarely speaks to me except in harsh, demeaning tones. She recently found my hidden playboys and showed them to my parents who yelled and punished me. Once again she had gotten me in trouble and she loved it.
Tonya woke up that morning, just like she had any other. It was cool and rainy in Portland, and she just looked out her window and sighed... 'How could everything have turned out this bad?', she thought. A few months ago, it looked like she was going to be on top of the world; a National Figure Skating Championship, a chance for Olympic gold, the possibility of making millions of dollars doing endorsements, and being loved by an entire nation! But then...
Dear Penthouse: Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think that I'd be sending a letter like this to a magazine like your's, but here I am. I've made a lot of personality changes over the last year and I guess that writing to you is a reflection of it. It's been almost exactly one year since my world was completely changed, forever. I had been happily married to my wonderful husband for about 2 years when he started having trouble getting sexually aroused when we went to bed.
My wife and I have been married for just over nine years and we have a good relationship. We have always been faithful to each other and although the subject of swinging has been broached and fantasised about the actual act is far from a reality. My wife is 31, tall, slim with lovely legs and small breasts, she is very attractive and often turns heads when out and about. She is also very flirtatious and takes any opportunity at parties to perform to onlooking husbands with suggestive talk and accidental touches.
Jill Duncan shifted restlessly in her reclining airline seat, the blanket that the stewardess had given her in New York slipping in a tangled heap down her long shapely legs. For a moment she hovered between sleeping and waking, then fell back into her dream. The loud whirr of the jet engines became the excited buzz of spectators in a crowded courtroom, and she herself was sitting in the defense attorney's chair staring at the prosecutor in front of her. He was shouting, "True or false? True or false? Tea or coffee?" And when she didn't answer he began shaking her arm, repeating, "Tea or coffee?"
Forty-four years old Brenda Lyons inserted the video tape into the VCR. Her 11-year-old daughter Courtney smiled knowingly at her mother as she pulled up chairs around the television for the other children to sit on. "Ok kids, gather round the TV. While Courtney and I were in town earlier I thought I would rent a movie for us to watch." Brenda said as she adjusted the tracking on the VCR and went to help Courtney in the kitchen get drinks for the 8 children gathered around the television. She had volunteered to baby-sit that evening while their parents were at the local auction that came in town once a year.
She lay on the bed looking up at the biggest, hairiest balls she had ever seen on a man. "Open your mouth!", his voice was gruff with excitement. As she opened her mouth to accept his huge organ into her warm, wet cavity, she felt a touch on her thighs. She started to turn her head, but his hands caught and held her still.
"Hello there!" Bob Redding whirled around at the sound of the throaty voice, and gasped as he saw the beautiful girl coming down the steps. At first glance she appeared to be only about fifteen, but as she came nearer, and the molded firmness of her breasts, pushing against the soft pink silk of her blouse, became evident, Bob judged that she must be about eighteen. Her long cornsilk blond hair swept around her golden-tanned face, and she walked over to him, her hips jiggling in a jaunty coltish walk. She was wearing tight white shorts, which revealed the enticing line of her upper thigh, and Bob thought he could see a faint darkening at the vee of her legs through the almost diaphanous shorts.
My husband and I had been together for more than 13 years when the ho hums of life began getting to the both of us. I'd already begun considering the possibility of having an affair, but was torn between being faithful as always or being a slut. I didn't want to lose my husband, but then again I did need some good hot sex. Our sex life had always been great, we had sex almost everyday, but I needed something else.
When I was six, I got in a fight with Dougie Peterson, the boy who lived next door to us. Dougie and I were best friends. Our moms used to say we were twins born of different mothers. One day while playing “war” in our sandbox, I got real mad at him for kicking over my army guys. We started scuffling- typical kid stuff, more pushing and shouting than a real fight. But something happened. Dougie had wrestled me to the ground and was punching me when all of a sudden, everything got red. I remember yelling at him, “Get off of me! Get off of me!” Dougie stopped hitting me immediately, and stood like a zombie over me, staring straight into space.
Physically they couldn't touch me; but psychologically they could do anything they wanted. And psychologically I was an open book to them now. My personality, my character, my needs, my lusts -- anything they could work on. Waiting in my cell, I knew it was coming. Lust is always the weak spot. And if you find a man's particular, individual, most deep-seated kind of lust, you've got him. Or so they thought. It was my job to show that they were wrong.
I should start by giving you a little background. My name is Tracy. "Trace" to my friends. My last name doesn't matter and besides, I couldn't take all the phone calls. Believe it or not, the story you are about to read is true. You could find me in the phone book, and to be perfectly honest, I probably wouldn't mind if a few of you did call, but I couldn't handle you all...
I finally had enough with my puritanical wife, so I decided to take her on a weekend to the city for Xmas shopping. She always wanted a professional massage so, I lined up a black stud to try and seduce my wife. After we checked into the hotel, I ordered a bottle of champagne to be delivered to the room, and asked her if she still wanted a professional massage from the hotel? She was hesitant but I picked up the phone and pretended to call the hotel massage service when I was actually calling the guy I had found in the local sex tabloids.
Occasionally, I would have only one of my nieces over at the house to spend the night. We would always schedule something nice to do together like going to Disneyland, Magic Mountain, the beach or somewhere else special. I only took one so I could pay special attention to her and make it a nice event. One time I had picked Steph up at about 4:00 to take her to dinner and a movie that night and we were going to take a trip up to the local mountains the next day. We went to the 5:00 showing of the movie and there was hardly anyone there. As usual, we sat in the back row, away from the aisle where it was dark. As I remember, it was one of those silly teenage love stories with lots of making out and feeling in the back seats of cars. As a result, most of the people at the movie were young and were seated towards the front of the theater. This suited me just fine.
In the first installment of this story, I told you that i had the opportunity to have my nieces to myself on occasion. On this particular occasion, i had picked up Stephanie early one afternoon for dinner, a movie and a trip to the mountains the next day. During the movie, I played with Steph's little cunt and eventually got her to take her panties off and stash them in her purse while in the bathroom. When she came back and I started rubbing her bald cunt, I noticed it was very wet. She told me she had not wiped herself after taking a piss. Hearing this, I began to lick the piss off my fingers, something that really excited Steph. I told her i really liked the taste of her piss and wanted to have more fun of that type when we got home. On with the story.
It was a large room as bedrooms go. The house was a four bedroom bungalow. The wall between two of those rooms had been knocked down to produce this one. It had an enormous walk-in closet and its own bathroom with both sunken tub and large glass enclosed shower stall. Still, it seemed crowded. In one corner was the bunk bed, a good sized one with a tall stepladder at the side. A third bed was attached to the bunk, projecting out from the head making it an L shaped piece of furniture.
"Whatever made you decide to see me, Lori?" Carol Bennington sat her glass down. "Your offer of 5,000 pounds. That is a lot of money. I was here on my vacation when I spotted your ad in the London paper, so here I am," Lori sat her glass down and held her arms up. "If you accept my proposition, you'll earn it," Carol remarked. "For that kind of money, I know it will be bizarre, but I'm here," Lori smiled. "You sure now? I won't pay you if you back out later," Carol again warned.
My wife and I have been reading numerous articles recently about men sharing their wives. This is something that my wife and I have indulged in for the past two years, since a few months after our marriage. The thing which makes us slightly different from the other stories we've read is that my wife, Trish, is Black and I'm White. I fell for Trish the first time I met her and fortunately for me I soon found out that she has a special liking for White men. She gets very turned on by the inter racial thing but so many of the stories and pictures are of White girls with Black men.
Trish Sagat looked out over the crowded Freshman High School English class... The majority of the students were poor; Black; and did not want to be here. But for that matter Trish did not want to be her either. Mrs. Thomas Sagat had just left her husband of five years.... The couple fortunately did not have any children and it was Trish's spoiled personality that had caused the split. She was in love with her own beauty... and cared for only her self. Her former husband; courtesy of the Judge captivated by Trish's beauty will be paying dearly over the years for the moments of pleasure he was able to steal from the self absorbed beauty.
She rang the doorbell and when I answered I could hardly believe my eyes. Sharon's hair was all wild and frizzed up, her face heavily made up, with bright red lipstick and garish eyeliner. Her dress was skintight bright blue lycra, pulled dramatically across her bustline, with deep cleavage, and a hemline so short that the tops of her stockings showed. They were black, but the garters that held them up were red. She wore very very high bright red stilleto heels. Her fingernails, too, were painted bright red. Sharon looked like a $50 whore! "The agency sent me over," she said, her voice deep and slutty. "I'm looking for Richard." "Sharon?" I stammered.
Lucy worked well Friday morning and met Mr Smith alone Friday afternoon. Cathy showed him in. "And hold my calls Cathy !" Lucy said as Cathy left. "Hello Mr Smith, I'm Lucy Gordon, we just need to go over some small details for the court case next Tuesday. It's usually the wife we represent in divorce cases." Joey Smith was an average enough man, Italian decent, with thick dark hair. They spent a few hours going over the whole case. Lucy called Cathy to get them some coffee. It was a warm afternoon, and the air conditioner was out for the day. Everyone was feeling hot and sweaty. Lucys blouse was clinging to her body, outlining her bra and breasts clearly.
The weekend came and went. Steve tried many times to turn his mother on. He walked naked into her room while she was dressing to 'borrow' some underware. His cock was hard. Lucy was indeed turned on, but gracefully handed her panties to him and asked him to leave. Steve wanted so much for his mom to at least jack him off, but Lucy thought better of it. Steve finally got the message and didn't bother coming in to her any more.
Next day at work Lucy seemed in radiant form, but walked a little funny. Cathy noticed and asked her at coffee break. "So tell me about it, what happened ?" Cathy smiled. "What are you talking about ?" Lucy replied evasively. "Oh come now. YOU got laid !" Cathy said. Lucy described all that happened. Cathy sat with her mouth open, hardly believing Lucy was capable of doing anything like that.
The next day, Sunday, the house was very quiet, and everyone kept to themselves. David had begged Cindy not to tell their mother, and Cindy herself was feeling a bit guilty for having spied when she saw Cathy drive up to to the spot on the hill, and secondly, for her own actions with her mother earlier, and if she did tell, her mother would wonder what she was doing on the hill. Cathy herself was beginning to get some ideas of how to blackmail David.
The two years since my divorce had been filled with loneliness and depression, and my few attempts at dating had been awkward and unsatisfying. I had deeply loved my wife, and until she met Paul we'd been very happy together and enjoyed a good sex life. After the divorce, the few dates that ended in bed had provided temporary physical relief but left me feeling empty and emotionally numb. Fortunately, I was able to immerse myself in my work and managed for the most part to hide my unhappiness. Some of my frustration seemed to find an outlet in mastering the challenges presented by my job, and from Monday through Friday I was reasonably content. Weekends were, of course, a different story.
My older sister, Jessica, had changed since her brief marriage and subsequent divorce. My parents pretended not to notice, perhaps because they preferred a quiet, distantly dutiful daughter to the wild woman who'd eloped out of a second story window two years before. My reasons for missing the old Jessica were predictably selfish. With my sister seriously calmed down, my parents had more time to concentrate on my sexual indiscretions.
I knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but what else could I do? Sharon had had complete control over me for so long that I didn't even control my own thoughts anymore. I had even stayed home from school that day trying to avoid the whole thing, but she called me at home at suppertime and told me that I'd better show up or else. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone what I thought was going to happen to me. No one seemed to really take me seriously. I left the supper table and went to my bedroom to think. I cried a bit as I realized that I had to go. There was no other way, and maybe they were just trying to scare me anyway.
First, let me explain why I so enjoyed the drive. I am a nudist, and my wife is a very conservative, religious person. Over the past few years, I have managed to convince her to be less socially conservative, and do things like wear blouses that can be seen through if the light is right. At first, she'd only wear them for me, at home. More recently, she's begun to wear them when we go camping on vacation, and when we drive for long distances, unbuttoning them so that I can see her tits bounce as we ride along the road. I'd love for her to be more 'showy' and to flash others, and she knows this, but it takes time for her to get around to my way of thinking.
The image of you sleeping on the bed legs splayed wide, cum dripping out of you is so erotic for me. I get dizzy and feel my dick throb when I see your pussy lips, pink and swollen from excitement. That's why it turns me on to think of you with other men, thinking of you being filled up with cum, thinking of you sloppy wet. I have urged you to fulfill my fantasy for a long time but you wouldn't. All of it came true last week.
One spring day, Lori came home from school and found a note. Her mother was at the mall and will be away for a while . She was to fix dinner for her brother and father. Lori hated to cook and started to her room. As she passed the bathroom, she heard the shower running. She opened the door and peeked in. " Whose in the shower?"she asked. " It's me sweetheart. Your mom dropped me off on her way to the mall." called back her father. " How was school today?" " It was OK I guess." Lori said as she came in to the bathroom an sat down on the toilet seat. The curtain was drawn so she thought it was all right to do so. Before she used to take showers with her dad when she was little. That stopped when she started first grade.
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. Jimmy's sisters, from little Amy (the six-year-old) to Kathy (the oldest at sixteen) were remarkably lovely. Joy, an eight-year-old asian, was Jimmy's secret favorite. Julie, a slight redhead with porcelain skin, was, at ten, already a heartbreaker. Twelve-year-old Becky, with long brown hair and a perfect face, was beginning to show signs of remarkable breasts, and thirteen-year-old Cindy had already blossomed into a lovely young woman.
The drive took over an hour. I didn't mind tho. I kept thinking about what I had in the trunk and what I was going to do to her. She was 12 years old, blonde and with a firm, trim body. The snatch had been easy, I had been out of town on a business trip when I stopped at the local mall. It was about 7 O'clock in the evening. While I was passing the jewelry counter of one of the department stores I saw her. She was in the cosmetics department and she looked guilty, like she was up to something.
I came home to find Kimmy sleeping. She still had the chain attached to her ankle. Today I was in the mood for a really intense torture session with this 12 year old beauty. But first, a little foreplay. I shook Kimmy awake and asked her how her day went. She didn't answer. I pulled the sheet away and asked her how her pussy and ass were feeling. She still didn't answer so I said "That's all right, you're still a little scared right now." I removed the handcuff from her ankle, fed her some takeout food I brought with me, and told her to use the bathroom and take a long shower.
The next morning I woke Kimmy up early, I had to go to the hardware store to prepare for that week. I had been laying next to Kimmys young and sexy 12 year old body. She was asleep, snuggled into me and I just rolled her over, and started pushing my cock into her tight little pussy. She was a bit startled and it took a little while for her juices to start flowing enough to make my forced? entrance possible. We fucked for over an hour and Kimmy came a least 3 times. Finally, I rolled off of her and told her that today I wanted answers.
I continued to stroke Julie's hair for a while. Then I put my hand between her young sensitive legs and fingered her some more while I described what I wanted to do to her helpless body. I told her about how I wanted to stick needles into her eyeballs while my penis ripped into her 5-year-old snatch.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond woman's left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. A streak of hot wet white whizzed out, splayed gracefully in the air, and traced a line up the woman's face from below her cheekbone into her hairline. It curled up over her cheek, across her pert nose, and into the socket of her eye. It continued up over her eyebrow and across her forehead before disappearing into her hair. Even before the white line had splattered forcefully into her face, the snake-like prong shuddered again. The rope of man-goo was even thicker than the previous one had been. It shot out like a white cannonball, and the girl watched spellbound as it approached-her face.
Laura nervously dialed the number in the magazine. It was an ad in the wanted section of a magazine she found in a street corner trash can. The ad read: Obedient live-in maid wanted to service the needs of upper class mistress. Laura really wanted and needed this job. She knew she could do this job, and to actually have a nice place to live while she worked was more than she dreamed. Laura thought this could be her ticket off these New York City streets. She had been living in a public shelter ever since she left home three months ago.
The Bahamian island of Eleuthera is a saber-shaped spit of glistening white coral sand in the crystalline waters of the Caribbean Sea. One can get there by boat or by plane. It was on such a shuttle flight from Nassau that Davie Knight sat and breathlessly looked out of the narrow window on December 20th. The sixteen year old kept knotting a silk scarf between her hands, a gesture which could not escape the watchful notice of the striking older blonde woman who sat next to her. The twin-engine plane was small and claustrophobic. There was nothing but a sparkling expanse of transparent blue sea below them.
Hello, my name is Jack. A year ago I lost my spouse in car accident. Since then, I am taking care of my son David. Members of my family pushed me to leave the house so that I can meet a woman. So for the first time in all these years I decided to go out on a blind date. I then ask my neighbor's daughter, Sophie to baby-sit my son.
Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him. He'd been pretending to be a superspy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ. He had been thinking about the imaginary female spy he seduced with his brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large unusual insect. Lying on a log he had to sneak over, the thing reacted sharply when he brushed against it.
"This must be my lucky day." Elizabeth Pastore said to herself as she drove down Rockland Blvd and neared her house. A water main break had caused her office to close up at ten o'clock, giving her the rest of the day off. It was such a hot summer day, she thought she would pick up her son Billy and head for the beach. It was rare that she got to spend the day with him. Usually on weekends everything was just too crowded to go anywhere. And with Billy making the move from junior high to high school, she knew that his weekends would soon also be filled with teenage activities.
A cool breeze cut shyly through the hot midmorning overcast of Los Angeles smog and gently bristled through the bamboo curtain shading the half-open window of the shabby beach cottage. The girl sprawled lazily on her stomach over the bedcovers absently sipping away at a mug of lukewarm coffee and puffing at the short butt of the filtered cigarette.
I could not help but overhear the two women. The apartment laundromat hummed with the noise of several washers and dryers, so they had to speak loudly. I could have joined in. They gave me openings, but my position on the topic would have alienated me. They were discussing a new tenant, an ex-con with a history of fondling young girls. I knew the man they were talking about, but his background was news to me. Being new, I was not in the gossip loop and was content to keep it that way.
Hi! My name's Sandi, and I'd like to tell you about what happened to me a little while ago. I'm still at school, and my friend Jackie and I enjoy hoisting up our skirts and wearing skimpy undies (or none at all!) to try and turn on the men teachers. It gives us quite a thrill to see the bulges in their trousers when we cross our legs and flash our crotches at them!
I'm thirty two year old guy, married, with two sons ages 1 and 3. I live in a nice neighborhood, treelined streets with respectable people all about. There is very little crime here - mostly just pranks performed by the local teens - and always harmless. I drive a Volvo, and my wife does not work. That's the setting. I never expected I was a pervert. But I guess I am now. Let me tell you what happened to me. This is a true story, I cannot tell my wife, nor my friends. But I have to tell someone, so I'm writing this down and letting the "electronic wires" blow it in the wind!
Things had been tough for Lauren since the death of her husband two years ago. She had married young to a man fifteen years her senior and now, at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, had inherited two teenage stepsons and a teenage stepdaughter. Just what any man would want, she used to think to herself. Marry a widow with a ready made family.
Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that they didn't have the usual childish arguments. But all in all they seemed to be your ordinary young boys. They even shared the same bedroom like brothers of a close or same age would do. But Brad and Barry were not quite the ordinary boys.
I recently attended a family reunion and met some of my cousins Aunts and Uncles I had not seen in 10 years. In particular I renewed my friendship with two ladies who I speak of as cousins but are really just family friends. They are identical twins and I could remember the fantasies I had about them when I was a kid. The reason I take pen to paper know is to tell the story of my twin experience.
"Johnny!" I heard Mom yell, "Get your butt out to the barn and do your chores. I'm going over to Mrs. Johnson's for a bit. I'll be back about four-thirty. Make sure Janie gathers the eggs and feeds the chickens, too." "Okay, Mom, where's Dad?" "He went to town after feed. He'll be back after dark, Why?" "He said we would go fishing in the morning, and I wanted to get my gear out of the truck to straighten it out," I answered. "Well, you can do that tonight before you go to bed. Now hop to it!"
"Oh yes, yes, pound that big hunk into me" she panted. "I'm almost there. Don't stop , don't stop, yo're driving me crazy with that monster cock". Amy was just about to loose her cookies and she wanted to be sure that this was going to be the best lay she'd had all semester. "Alright you sexy liitle bitch, you want hit hard you'll get it". Mike could feel his balls tighten up in that early warning that told him his cock was going to fill up this hot little pussy laying under him. He really liked laying the pipe to Amy. She was probably the hottest peice of ass he'd had all year and he'd had plenty.
The second half of our junior years started off pretty tamely. Kim and I, Cassie and I, and our two families settled into the familiar routines that had been established over the previous year and a half. Cassie and I still "dated," and that went fine. Brenda and Paul seemed to be getting along fantastically. I spoke privately to Brenda frequently and she seemed very happy. The only problem I had with any of them was not their fault. The problem was that every other word out of Cassie's pretty little cock-sucking mouth was about going to college in a few months.
Our senior year didn't fly by like we had expected. As it unfolded, it seemed to crawl, but in the end, we looked back and asked where it all went. The first half of the year was marked by three major events, and a lot of fun times. Event One occurred on the first football weekend of the year when Kim, Maria, and I sat a startled Tony down in Kim and Maria's off-campus apartment and told him the truth. Tony was as happy as I had ever seen him. He gave me a huge embrazzo, and said that this now meant that we were going to be brothers. From that day forward, Tony has called me "Bro."
The rest of the Fall Semester flew by, as did Christmas Vacation. Kim and Jason had a wonderful two weeks and had never been closer. They knew that the problem of distance would be replaced by some new problem, but they felt strongly that they had overcome some major hurdles making it through the first long period of separation.
Brenda called on Friday morning. She asked me to come by her house after school. She made a point of saying Paul was out of town and Cassie would not be home until 6 PM. I tried to beg off, finally agreeing to at least call her after school. I had no intention of going over to Brenda's, but I did call when I got home from school. Jack was at the office, and I knew I had about 30 minutes before Mom came home. I told Brenda I couldn't come over, and that I only had a few minutes to talk because Mom would be home shortly.
The final half of their senior years was a blur. There was just too much going on, too much happening, too many pressures, too many forces pulling Jason and Kim this way and that. A lot of things were fun. Some of the periods were excruciating. One of Jason's most memorable times was either hilarious or terrifying, depending on who you were.
"You all just sit back and enjoy," said Cathy. "And watch!" The tall, shapely blonde strutted into the center of the room. The lights were low and dramatic. A throbbing jazz-rock beat came from the stereo. "I love it!" cried Tanya. "God you look so hot!" Martin and Michael slumped back in their chairs, got comfortable and stared.
Bill quietly entered the house through the front door, carrying his suitcase. He headed straight for the stairs. Upstairs, the bathroom door was ajar and he could hear the shower running. He put down his suitcase and slipped quietly through the door. He'd had a hard-on all the way home thinking what he was going to do to his beautiful, sexy wife when he got here. He could see her moving through the opaque glass of the shower door.
Well, a while back I posted some ideas which I had hoped someone would use to write a story. I did not want to write them because I didn't think I could write. Also, it's never as exciting to read a story that you wrote yourself. Someone made a decent attempt at one of the subjects, but not the other. Recently I was inspired by a story someone else wrote which involved one of my favorite fantasies I have had for many years - a young gymnast. It was not bad, but I have some particular fetishes that I wanted to see and it seems that hardly anybody shares them with me. Hey, it's my fan- tasy and I can be gross (in other's eyes) if I want to be!
It was one of those fantastically languid moments. The intensity of the orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on the couch, afraid that I might just flow off it into a puddle on the floor. I open my eyes and see my wife's back, lightly tanned, and the twin, creamy firm orbs of her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and falling over my softening cock. Nina is still milking the last out of her intensely powerful orgasm... but I am totally spent.
I have a typical American family. My wife Janet and I have a daughter, Melissa and a son, David. She is twenty and he is nineteen. Janet works for a local bank and I work for a retailer as an executive. Our kids go to college and live at home. I had agreed to pay half their college fees as long as they lived at home and they both agreed. Melissa works as a part time secretary and David delivers Pizza to earn some school money. My wife feed, house and clothe them.
Billy Johnson was in his parents' bedroom. His mother and father had taken his sister shopping for a prom dress. Billy could hardly wait until he was old enough to be graduating from high school like his sister. As it was, at fifteen, he had at least two years before he'd get a diploma, and that didn't look likely with his marks. Billy was angry that his sister got so much attention. His father always bought her things and took her places. When Billy wanted something, he had to work for it.
Jim crept silently into the bedroom where his nieces were sleeping being careful not to make any noise that might disturb the sleeping children. At 10 years of age Jennifer, or Jenny as she preferred to be called, was a pretty light sleeper. Her older sister Joanne, who was 13, slept like she was in a coma. Jim slipped into the gap between their beds and gazed down at his lovely young siblings. His penis started to stiffen as he looked at Jenny's lithe young body. Her movements during the night had caused the blanket on the bed to come off of her and the T-shirt she had worn to bed had been bunched up under her arms exposing her hot little body to Jim.
Uncle Jayle Jay is a retired Navy man. He's traveled all over the world, dipping his cock in every nationality-Caucasian, Asian, African, Alaskan-you name it. After he mustered out, he came to spend some time with us. He found out he wasn't so danged experienced and worldly as he thought he was. There was one nation- ality he hadn't screwed --- country bred women.
Julie Moore looked around the Argon Gallery on 52nd Street in New York City and realized that if she was accepted by this gallery, if in fact her next one woman show was to be presented there... she would be made in the art scene. All the greats of the new movement were represented in this gallery, Larry Rutherford, Andrew Wylan, Georgia Morris, just to name a few and she Julie Moore hoped to join their ranks.
Some of our best friends in the neighborhood are Pete and Mary Sikes. They live about 4 doors up in the little green house on the corner. We've been friends for a few years, ever since we moved into the neighborhood. Pete and Mary stopped by to introduce themselves on the second or third day we were in the house I think. They thoughtfully brought over some pizza and a few beers; I guess it was obvious that we weren't exactly ready to entertain yet. Hell, we'd barely found the silverware.
My Carol is the type of woman that most men only get to dream about, especially if they want to have a wet dream. Imagine a very sexy lady with long red hair, dove-like white smooth skin, wide green eyes, a very slender waist that accentuates her large melon like rosy breasts, beautifully tapered slender legs that go up to meet a fully rounded ass. If you can imagine all those lovely things then you're starting to come close to the picture of my wife. I would like to have shown a picture to you at this point but I really don't think I could because she really wouldn't like it and I'd be up shit creek. But, I don't want to get ahead of my story.
When I awoke the next morning, Pete was gone and Carol was making my breakfast. I felt groggy as if I had to much to drink, even though I had practically no liquor the night before. I was beginning to wonder if I had dreamed it all, or if the previous night's activities had really occurred, when Carol walked in she asked me how I felt and I replied "A little groggy."
The next morning Carol awoke with a ravenous appetite and didn't even bother to mention the previous night's events to me. Again I felt very groggy from the drinks and the drugs that Pete shot into me. The drugs must have had some residual effect because I still felt strange and calm even after last nights wild events.
The next morning I woke up with a hangover and a vague remember of the previous night's fucking and sucking. When I opened my eyes I saw Carol in a sexy black see-through negligee. "That's not the one you brought with you. Were did you get that?" I asked. Carol responded that she got it from the closet in Pete's `rec-room' and that Pete had some other sexy clothes in there that she was dying to try on for all of us. Before I could think of a response, Carol told me to wake the boys because their breakfast was just about done and she was anxious to get started. I wasn't sure what she was anxious to get started at, but I figured it was better that I didn't ask.
Pete must have caught on to what was about to happen also because he gave a knowing wink of approval to Carol as they went into the dressing room. Pete and I slipped into the dressing room next door. Fortunately for us the dressing rooms although protected from the outside part of the store with high walls were only protected from one another by partitions that went up about five foot from the floor. This gave Pete and I a good view of Carol since she is tall, but the sales gal couldn't see us since she was only about 4'6" tall and had her back to us. The first thing we saw was Carol slipping off her bikini to the delight of the sales girl. I know Carol caught a glimpse of us but she pretended not to see us. The sales girl complemented Carol on how well she was built. "I'd give anything to have the kind of beautifully proportioned body that you have."
Carol was obviously a very satisfied tired after coming out of the dressing room, but she was also hungry and suggested that we go to lunch. We had all forgotten about lunch in the heat of Carol's lusty lesbian scene, but better late than never and so we all readily agreed to take a lunch break. Pete insisted we go to his exclusive dining club for lunch. When we got there we were seated at a booth with Pete crawling beside Carol on one side and me on the other. The food on the menu was both rich and expensive. Carol selected a spinach salad to keep her girlish figure she said and Pete took a T-bone steak.
The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence reigned in the room.
Several letters I've read in contact magazines have dealt with interracial pregnancy, and many of the writers have said they would like to hear from similar people. After reading the letters and at my husband's suggestion, I have decided to write to you. At the age of 29 and after four years of marriage, my husband and I felt it was time to add some spice to our lives. My husband, Larry, is very aroused by interracial sex, and we had fantasized about it many times when we fucked.
The bar was packed out, well it was Saturday night. My wife Polly, a stunning petite redhead of 18 summers, and I pushed our way through the crowd. We had popped in for a drink before going to see a show. As we where passing a booth full of construction workers a guy tapped my arm and said. "If you need a seat you can squeeze in here." He stood up to let us in. I said to Polly, as she sat down, "I'll get the drinks." and went off to the bar.
It was at dinner, the night before vacation started, that everything started. Everyone was about finished eating, and they were discussing what was needed for final preparations in the morning. Dan was just checking to see if their arrangements with the neighbors were complete. "Did you talk with the Macon's, to make sure they'll check the house when we're gone?" he asked his wife.
"Just how badly do you want that, Mrs. Vanderbilt?" "I think you know." "I understand you want it very badly. But just how badly?" "Just as badly as you think, Mr. Pym." "And just how far would you go to obtain it, Mrs. Vanderbilt?" "At this point, Mr. Pym, I can conceive of no limit." "Is that right? No limit at all?" "No, Mr. Pym. None at all." "That's certainly fascinating. As you know, I do have certain connections." "Which is why I am here." "Yes. But I incur many risks, as you know; and I must ask for compensation that can be thought of as -- extraordinary."
The lights were out. Laura lay on her side under the covers. She heard the bedsprings from the other twin bed in the room, and smiled, silently, listening. She heard the small "snaps" as pajama bottoms were undone, then felt the slight chill as her covers were lifted, and he climbed into her bed behind her. She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, and reached back, patting his hip. His arms reached around her, caressing her breasts through her thin, silky nightie, bringing her nipples to full, sensitive erection. He nuzzled her neck, kissing it as his hand roamed down her body toward her crotch.
My interest in dirty girls started many years ago when I saw an article in a men's magazine called "Angels with dirty faces" It was not your typical porno magazine with girls with huge loads of semen on their faces, but instead was a series of pictures of nice looking young women with just the slightest of stains on their lips or cheeks. They each looked at the camera and had a incrediable look of innocence and wickedness in their eyes.I spent many jerk off sessions with this article.
We had been married for about 5 years and our sex life was getting a bit boring. Not just for me but for my wife Veronica as well. One Saturday evening we had been invited to a fancy dress barbecue at my boss' house. Well, as I said, things weren't going so well between us at this point and when Veronica tried to cry off going to the party, I just lost my temper and ordered her to 'get ready as we are going, whether you like it or not.' Well, I couldn't believe my ears when she just answered meekly "Whatever you say Darling," and she went upstairs to shower and change. After a short while, I followed her upstairs. As I walked into the bedroom, she had dressed in her old gym slip and was just pulling on a pair of tights. "Oh no!" I said rather harshly, "Put on black stockings and suspenders."
"For some reason," began Frank Edwards tilting his beer glass to his lips and thinking of Stephan's voluptuous blonde wife, "I don't think your wife likes me." "Aw, come on, Frank," assuaged Stephan, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's, shall I say, 'awed' by you." "Awed?" asked Frank quizzically. "Yeah, that's it. There's a mystique about movie people, you know, especially film directors, and I guess she just feels uncomfortable because of ..."
It started out to be a normal day. I was fifteen, it was summertime, I had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a swim. She was leaving as I pulled up. She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced placement chemistry class at the junior college. I knew it would be OK to use the pool while she was gone.
Victoria was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car, when she began resting her right hand on the gear shift. Accidentally, her hand slid down onto the gear shift, and she found herself circling it with her small, dainty fingers. After a few minutes, she realized the similarity between the gear shift and other upright items she was familiar with... and thought immediately of her lover, Lance.
It was an innocent trip to the grocery store one Friday afternoon after work. I needed to pick up a few things for the weekend. As I pulled into the parking lot I couldn't help but notice her. She was walking into the store with her mother. She looked about fourteen, with light red hair. She was short, about 4' 10" and she reminded me of Patty, one of my teenage sweethearts. I quickly parked and went in to do my shopping. I've always been turned on by young girls, but had never acted out my fantasies.
It was an innocent trip to the grocery store one Friday afternoon after work. I needed to pick up a few things for the weekend. As I pulled into the parking lot I couldn't help but notice her. She was walking into the store with her mother. She looked about fourteen, with light red hair. She was short, about 4' 10" and she reminded me of Patty, one of my teenage sweethearts. I quickly parked and went in to do my shopping. I've always been turned on by young girls, but had never acted out my fantasies.
It was an innocent trip to the grocery store one Friday afternoon after work. I needed to pick up a few things for the weekend. As I pulled into the parking lot I couldn't help but notice her. She was walking into the store with her mother. She looked about fourteen, with light red hair. She was short, about 4' 10" and she reminded me of Patty, one of my teenage sweethearts. I quickly parked and went in to do my shopping. I've always been turned on by young girls, but had never acted out my fantasies.
April called late Thursday night and told me to pick her and her "friends" up at 1 o'clock Saturday at Jefferson Park. She reminded me about getting the video camera and plenty of tape. I asked her who was coming and she told me Clarissa had really gotten into the idea but she wasn't sure if Ted would do it.
Clarissa called me on Wednesday. She told me she had a few friends that wanted to come over for a pool party Saturday afternoon. "Who's coming?" I asked. "Well, there's Marcy, Jennifer, Bob, and Ryan." "Tell me about them." "Marcy's fourteen and captain of the cheer leading team. Jennifer is thirteen and she's on the team too. Bob and Ryan are both fourteen and they're on the football team. We'll all ride our bikes over to your house."
"Judy, you remember the white-stuff that Daddy squirted earlier?" "Uhuh. Ooof! Unh, that feels good. It sure made a mess, until you had me swallow it." "In a minute, Daddy's going to squirt that white-stuff up inside you." "Will I feel it?" "Probably not, but you'll probably feel slicker inside, and Daddy's cock will slide in and out a little easier." "Is that all? Oooh Daddy, that feels good. Do that again. EEEeek. Thanks Daddy." "You're welcome." "So how will I know when Daddy is squirting in me?" "Daddy will probably stop sliding his penis in and out, and push it all the way up inside you and hold it there, while he squirts."
The raucous sing-song of squeaking springs vaguely filtered into my sub-conscious as I slipped in and out of a light, restless sleep. A slight breeze gently ruffled the curtain at my bedroom window as it tried to relieve the oppressive heat that had built up during the day. I glanced at the clock beside my bed. 5:30. Still a couple of hours before I had to get up. I turned over, trying to get back to sleep but the bedsprings seemed to get louder, more insistent. Soft, hushed sounds drifted from their bedroom. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a quiet but steady moaning mixed with the squeaking springs. Dad must be getting a morner, I thought as I covered my head with a pillow, trying to blank the sounds from my mind. It didn’t work.
Steve and Laurie had been married a few years now, and although they had a pretty good sex life, Steve often fantasized about other people. He particularly liked the idea of having a three-way with his wife and another woman. Or perhaps another man - he thought it would be very exciting to watch Laurie get fucked silly by another guy. He basically preferred straight sex, but he'd had several gay encounters before they met. He thought it might even be fun to get fucked by another guy while he was fucking his wife. They had both been faithful from the time they first started dating, and he wasn't sure if any of his fantasies would ever come true.
"Can I have a sip?" "Sure." Michael sampled a few drops of the foul-tasting diet softdrink, basking in the beauty of the cute blond freshman from whom he had bummed the drink. He and Steve had come a few minutes late into the numerical analysis lecture and Michael picked the two seats near the back, only because of the cute babe with the soda. "Thanks," he said handing the can back.
Right out of the blue our friend Jim called and said he would be in town late Friday evening. This thrilled both Linda and I as we hadn't seen Jim since he took a job in San Diego about seven months ago. I had worked with him before the company busted up and we had to find other jobs. Because I was tied down a bit, and mostly because he wasn't, Jim found work out of town. So this was truly going to be a treat of a weekend. Little did Linda or myself realize just how much of a treat!
When Dawn left the country for an overseas job 3 years ago, her youngest daughter was 6 and her oldest daughter was 15. While she was away, her husband got a divorce and remarried and her oldest daughter left home for college. When she returned, she got the rights to see her youngest daughter on weekends. She had kept her house and she was looking forward to getting to know her little girl, Chrissy. She picked Chrissy up on Friday afternoon and her daughter quickly warmed up to her mother. They spent a pleasant evening getting reacquainted and Dawn was happy to learn that Chrissy was a quiet, polite girl - not at all loud and aggressive like so many other girls her age.
Denise came home from work early one day, slipping in the house beause she knew her 12 year old daughter was sleeping because she had been at an all-night slumber party. Slipping into the back door, she tip-toed into her bedroom and quickly pulled her clothes off. Before she headed to the shower, she studied her reflection in the mirror and was satisfied by her reflection showing her breasts to be still well-formed and tipped with the rosiest nipples she had ever seen on a woman. She passed her hands down her sides, which flared out in wide hips, across her still flat tummy and turned to look at her rump.
Charlie was a good looking kid. He was your typical high school jock. His best friend was Jeff Adams. They were sitting on the ground in Chuck's driveway sweaty and hot from having played about 2 hours of one-on-one basketball. Both boys had long ago stripped off their t-shirts. Chuck's cut off jeans were dark from the sweat. They stuck to his legs and irritated the hell out of his balls but there didn't seem to be much he could do about that. He had glanced over at Jeff who wore loose fitting shorts and wished he had also choosen to wear his gym shorts.
The light snapped on. Bryan jumped back from the window, startled, his striped bathrobe flying open as he spun around. "I thought you were asleep," he challenged. His daughter stood framed in the doorway. She stared at his hard cock poking out between the striped edges of his robe like an elephant reaching out with its trunk. Bryan pulled the robe around himself quickly, trying to ignore how it tented out from his lap. Closing her mouth, which had dropped open at the sight of her dad's aroused prick, Deirdre smiled
Even as an adolescent I was a pervert. I spent half my life trying to peek into neighborhood windows and the other half jacking off. The summer I turned 15, I snuck out my window almost every night. I was drawn to other lighted windows like a moth to a flame. After a while I developed a routine. There were several women who always undressed around the same time every night. There was one set that usually went to bed between 10 and 11. I would check them out, return to my house and jack off in my old tree fort, then prowl around again between 12 and 1 when the younger girls had curfews. It was a great scam, but it got boring after awhile. It was also pretty wearing to worry about getting caught.
The black plastic case was warm to Greg's touch. The envelope it had been sent in had insulated it in the mailbox during the heat of the day. Greg's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out why his girlfriend had mailed him a videotape rather then sending a letter. Musing, he wandered over to the VCR and TV set-up in one corner of the small apartment.
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