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The roles were reversed at breakfast as I now had little interest in Tabatha’s thighs after a morning wank, but I kept catching Tabatha sneaking glances at my crotch. In fact, her general attitude to me changed after that. She was much more friendly and interested. She asked me things and looked very directly in my eyes when we spoke. There was an intensity in her gaze that I found disconcerting. It was like she was trying to tell me something with her eyes or testing me to see if I could read her thoughts.

In the evenings I went to bed early and kept myself entertained for hours before drifting off to sleep. I would come at least twice each night. Sometimes three times. But I never repeated the 5 in an hour of that first night.

I found that if I got the first one out of the way quickly, I could have more fun with the second one. I had been so frustrated and so permanently aroused for so long that I actually enjoyed sitting on the edge of an orgasm for an hour or two. I didn’t realise until years later that this form of orgasm control is called “edging”. I became very good at it.

When I came quickly, the cum just flowed out of me in pulses. But at the end of two hours of edging, the cum flew across the room in intense squirts. I learned to turn my head at the end so as not to give myself a facial like the first night. I didn’t like the feeling of my own cum splatting into my mouth and my nose and my eyes at high speed.

One time on a Saturday afternoon, when Mum and Tabatha had gone out and I had the house to myself for a few hours, I had an orgasm so intense that it felt like I might have broken something internally. I turned my head to the side and braced for the hail of cum. But it didn’t come. I heard it hit something, but I didn’t feel anything, until the third squirt hit me on the chin. I kept spasming until the twelfth or thirteenth squirt became a dribble. I cleaned up and looked around me to see where the missing cum had gone. It wasn’t on the pillow. I ran my fingers through my hair, but it wasn’t there either. It was a mystery.

Just then there was a commotion at the front door. Mum and Tabatha must be home. I quickly pulled on shorts and a tee shirt. As I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards my room, I picked up my copy of Men’s Health magazine and pretended that I had been sitting in bed reading all this time. Tabatha burst into the room. She did that quite often these days and she didn’t knock any more. I worried that she would catch me wanking one of these days.

“Look what I got!” she twirled around in a pale yellow sundress I’d never seen before. The pleated A-line skirt flew up and out as she twirled and from my reclining position on the bed I caught a glimpse of her bare butt cleaved by a white Brazilian thong before she slowed and the dress settled back down over the tops of her thighs. A few weeks ago, a flash of her arse like that would have driven me insane. (And I was beginning to suspect that she knew that!) But after the nut crunching orgasm I’d just had, I was able to be more objective and I just took a mental screenshot for later. I noticed now that the dress had white polka dots and long spaghetti shoulder straps. It was sexy and cute.

Tabatha seemed a bit deflated by my lack of enthusiasm. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. New dress?”

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“Yeah, I do. But since when do you value my opinion on your clothes?”

Tabatha was no longer paying attention. She was looking at the wall over my head. She looked at me, then back at the wall, then back at me. I met her quizzical look.

“Either Britney’s got a really bad cold, or you’ve been using her for target practice. Either way, you’re both disgusting.” And with that she turned and walked out of the room.

I jumped up to look at the poster of Britney Spears above my bed. I found the missing squirts. A thick white booger draped down over her lips from her nose. It had hit her forehead and slid down. The poster paper was darkened where the track of fluid had passed over it. It was still sliding slowly south, like a grotesque white slug. Further down a second splash of cum had wet her bare chest and was now sliding down into her cleavage. I couldn’t have aimed better if I tried.

All this sounds better than it looked and I grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. The dark stains looked like they might not come out. My heart sank at the realisation I had probably ruined my favourite poster.

Later I calculated that the Britney head shot had travelled a distance of over two metres. If Britney’s head had not been in the way, it probably would have gone at least 4 metres. Once again I was left a bit in awe of what my body could do. And when I reflected on Tabatha’s reaction, it occurred to me that she had betrayed the faintest hint of being impressed. By this stage, too many embarrassing things had passed between us for me to care what she thought any more. I pretended nothing had happened and sort of forgot about it.

I should point out that, while this story focuses on incidents between Tabatha and me, we both had other love interests during this time.

As I went to an all boys’ school, meeting girls was not that easy. But it helps when you’ve got a sister. Tabatha’s best friend was Lisa Hannan. Lisa had a younger sister, Jo, who was about my age. She came to our house a few times with Lisa, so we knew each other to say “hello”. And sometimes I would see her with her friends after school, at the Fish ‘n’ Chip shop at the top of Glenferrie Road.

I had a crush on Jo. Strangely, she was a lot of things that Tabatha was not. She was friendly and open and seemingly innocent. Tabatha always looked like she was scheming and hiding something. Jo had pale skin, but she tanned to a dark brown in summer, like me. Tabatha didn’t tan at all.

Also like me, Jo had hazel eyes. But where mine were blue, with a brownish green centre, Jo had green eyes with an orange brown centre. They were the most amazing eyes. I got lost in those eyes. Jo was shy and she would look down and look away when I stared into her eyes. I was not the sort of kid who is confident enough to go around making direct eye contact with girls, but with Jo I couldn’t help but stare in open admiration of her beautiful eyes.

I came to appreciate later that Tabatha has a subtle beauty that is more readily recognised by women. There was nothing subtle about Jo. She was gorgeous - pure and simple. Every guy I knew thought so. There was nothing subtle about her tits either. Jo tried her best to hide them, but there was no escaping the fact that she was stacked.

Tabatha could see the way I looked at Jo and she teased me about it. Lisa told Tabatha that Jo thought I was “cute” and they plotted to bring us together. But more on that later.

Tabatha herself was very popular with boys and seemed to have more of them visiting more often than Mum would have liked. In the summer, she and Lisa would entertain two or three boys in our back garden by the pool. Sometimes I would watch them from my bedroom window, unseen behind the net curtain. I particularly liked to watch when Tabatha would untie the back of her bikini top and ask a boy to rub suntan oil on her back. I longed to do that myself. If Tabatha liked a boy, she would ask him to rub oil on the backs of her legs too. Sometimes a boy’s hands would rub more slowly, so that it became like a massage. I always got more excited at that point and I guess the boy did too.

Later that night, in bed by myself, I would re-imagine the scene by the pool. Instead of Lisa sunbaking with Tabatha, I imagined it was Jo. I would be wearing my navy jocks and rubbing suntan oil on both of them. Tabatha would draw Jo’s attention to my erection and release it from my jocks by pulling on the broken elastic waistband and letting it spring to attention like a jack-in-the-box. Jo would squeal with surprise and embarrassment, but ultimately succumb to her curiosity. Tabatha would sell the forbidden fruit like the serpent with the apple. I seemed to get extra pleasure from the fact that there were two girls admiring my cock and that we were outdoors. After at least an hour of teasing and edging, the fantasy would end with me squirting my cum all over my two favourite bodies.

It intrigued me that Tabatha spent so much time sunbaking, because her skin didn’t tan. At the end of summer she was as white as she had been at the end of winter. Lisa had similar skin to her sister and tanned to a dark brown.

When Tabatha and her friends were not monopolising the pool, I would sunbake myself. I had board shorts for swimming, but I had an old pair of Speedos for sunbaking. They were unfashionably skimpy from a few seasons ago and I wouldn’t wear them in public. They were also at least one size too small on me now, after my latest growth spurt. But I liked the idea of having an all over tan, and if I moved the narrow waistband around, the tan lines disappeared.

As the summer progressed, one boy came more often and Lisa and the other boys came less. Marcus was a tall dark guy, of Italian heritage, who was a few years ahead of me at my school. He and his friends had bullied some of my friends when we were all a bit younger and I didn’t like him. But Tabatha liked him a lot. Now he acted all friendly to me when we met because he wanted to get inside Tabatha’s pants.

In the garden, by the pool, with my Mum working in the kitchen and keeping a watchful eye, Marcus never got inside Tabatha's pants. But he got to see and touch everything else. Tabatha had started sunbathing topless, much to Mum’s disgust. And the way Tabatha let Marcus rub suntan oil on her body was tantamount to foreplay. It was quite a show. And I made sure I had a front row seat at my window when Marcus came to visit on a sunny afternoon.

At first I wasn’t confident that they couldn’t see me behind the curtain, because I could see them so well. But I grew bolder and started standing there at the window, naked and masturbating as Marcus slipped his dark oily hands into Tabatha’s pale nooks and crannies. I even got out the baby oil for myself. It would have been hard to explain if Mum had burst in unannounced. But the thrill of being exposed and the risk of being caught got me going even more. Marcus must have gone home with very blue balls because he never seemed to get any relief after all that foreplay. I always shot my load before they’d finished.

Marcus must have tired of the teasing that went nowhere because at the end of February he stopped coming over. I missed the foreplay shows, but I got more time by the pool for sunbaking myself.

One sunny Sunday afternoon, when Mum was out shopping and Tabatha had gone to visit Lisa, I decided to take my sunbathing to the next level. I wore the navy jocks into the garden instead of the Speedos. The navy jocks were even more skimpy than the Speedos. As I lay in the warm sun, with the loose triangle of fabric barely covering my triangle of private parts, I played a game of pumping blood into my erection and making it twitch out from underneath, before modestly tucking it away again. The trees and fences around our garden gave us a lot of privacy and I was confident no one could see me in this part of the garden. As the game progressed I got harder and my erection sprang out more violently, with the head reaching almost to my navel and the jocks slipping down to the base, so that my full length was exposed. It became almost impossible to tuck it away again. There was not enough fabric. When I pushed it down and sideways, my cock stretched beyond the triangular front panel of cotton to the narrowing waistband, which was not as thick as my cock. I had also started to leak precum. My attempt at modesty now just looked obscene.

“Having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction there?” Tabatha’s voice scared the living shit out of me and I jumped a mile. She started laughing. My cock had sprung back out of my jocks and I must have looked ridiculous as I tried to put it back in my pants. It kept springing out.

“Where did you come from? I thought I had a bit of privacy.” Tabatha was standing not 10 feet away from me in her yellow polka dot sundress. She had stopped laughing, but she was still smirking at my predicament. She had taken her sunglasses off and held the end of one arm suggestively to her lips.

“I’ve been knocking on the front door for the last 10 minutes because I forgot my key, and when you didn’t answer I came through the side gate.” I finally got my erection under cover with a combination of jocks and hands. Despite the embarrassment of being caught by Tabatha, my erection showed no sign of softening. “Don’t worry, little brother. I sunbake nude when you and Mum are not around.”

She was making no secret of the fact that she was glancing down at my groin while she spoke. “If you’re going to be coy about it,” she nodded at my crotch, “I suggest you get bigger jocks . . . or bigger hands.” She smiled wickedly at her own wit and my discomfort.

“But if you want my opinion, I think you should just set him free. We’ve all seen him anyway.” She looked around her to confirm that this part of the garden was screened from Alf and Barbara’s. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll join you.” And with that she grabbed the hem of her dress in each hand and lifted it up over her head in one motion.

Underneath she was wearing only a white Brazilian thong, like the one I had seen before. Her soft pale B-cup boobs rose and pulled together as her hands stretched high above her. She had puffy pink areola and soft pink nipples. I’d studied them at a distance when she sun-baked topless with Marcus, but this was the closest I’d seen them. Her boobs were cute rather than womanly.

Considering all the fantasies I’d had in recent months about sunbaking with Tabatha and being naked and aroused in her presence, I was surprisingly nervous. Tabatha, on the other hand, seemed supremely relaxed. She swung her hips confidently as she walked to the sun lounger beside me. She peeled off the thong by bending from the waist and bending one knee coquettishly. Her bare thighs and buttocks met in that marvellous diamond void. Not that I noticed or anything. She put her sunglasses back on before she lay down on her stomach on the sun lounge.

My mouth was hanging open and my heart was pounding as I stared. It was hard to believe after all this time that my sister was lying naked beside me. I could reach out and touch that gorgeous bare arse if I had the courage.

She set her head down on her hands, turning to face in my direction. But before she settled she quickly raised herself up on her elbows again.

“Come on, little brother. Lose the jocks. A deal’s a deal.”

My heart was hammering and my hands were shaking as I stood up. Tabatha moved her sunglasses down her nose and tilted her head to watch me over the top of them. I didn't feel capable of matching her calm, professional strip. But before I had even stood up straight, my erection had sprung out of my pants again and without any elastic to hold them up they fell straight to my feet. I was naked in a heartbeat.

“Nicely done, little brother,” said Tabatha. She raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. “Or, should I say, ‘BIG brother’?” Then she pushed her sunglasses back into place and put her head down on her hands to sunbake as if seeing me naked was no big deal.

“While you’re . . . up,” she said as an afterthought, “why don’t you do me a favour and rub some of that suntan oil on my back?”

I stood there with my erection straining. A surge of precum spilled out of me and flowed down my shaft as I contemplated Tabatha’s words and her beautiful naked body below me. With her sunglasses on, it was not clear if she was still looking at me or not.

“Yes, big brother - you can do my legs if you want. And . . . don’t forget my ass.”

How could I forget that arse?

There were so many ways in which my experience of touching Tabatha for the first time that day was less than perfect.

It started well, when I poured the Reef Tanning Oil between her soft shoulder blades and I watched it start to spread, gracefully over her porcelain skin. I was kneeling beside the sun lounge and my erection bobbed and twitched as I leaned over her to spread the oil with my right hand.

But my heart was pounding like it was going to break out of my chest and my hand shook with nerves. The oil was thicker than baby oil and had a slight grittiness to it.

And I was conflicted. I wanted to grope her plump feminine curves and caress her fine shoulders and neck like a lover. But had she given me permission to do that? Or was I just a brother rubbing suntan lotion on his sister?

I proceeded cautiously and tentatively with my shaking hands. Spreading the thick oil ineptly with feigned brotherly indifference. My cock started to wilt from the nervousness and uncertainty. I’d never touched her like this before and I was sure I wasn’t doing it right.

“Mmmm. That’s nice,” she said.

“Really?”

“Ye-ah! I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t.”

“OK. I’m glad you like it. It’s just I’m so nervous and my hands are shaking.”

“Why are you nervous? There’s no need to be nervous. It’s just me, Andy.”

I moved to sit on the edge of the sun lounge so that I had both hands free to concentrate on her shoulders. There was something soothing about her voice, today, and as she talked I got more confident and my nervousness subsided.

“Your hands are soft,” she continued. “They feel nice on my skin and you’re being gentle. Most boys are rough.”

I poured more oil onto the small of her back and kept rubbing. She seemed to like it slow and gentle, so I let my hands flow over her skin slowly, like the oil. Her waist was so narrow and its softness gave way beneath my hands.

I could see that I’d missed the side of her rib cage and the sun was shining on it. Her skin there was particularly delicate and white. The side of her boob bulged out slightly from underneath her. I dared not rub down that far, but I was engrossed and fascinated by every detail of her body.

“Having fun there, little brother?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Me too, but why don’t you put some on my legs and my bum before they burn?”

“OK. Sorry.” I stood up and poured a stream of oil from her left buttock to her ankle and rubbed it in quickly. Then I moved to the other side and did her right leg. It was a shame not to be doing it more affectionately on this first occasion. Her buttocks and thighs were a marvellous combination of muscle and fat that was firm, but squidgy at the same time. They rolled around on her petite frame as I rubbed her firmly. Her skin glistened with oil and I could see the palest of blue veins beneath, as if her skin was translucent.

She had her thighs close together and there was no diamond opening between her legs in this position. But my cock regained it rigidity as I looked at where it should be. There was a noticeable temperature difference between the cool outside of her thighs and the inside where they pressed together. My hands were drawn to the heat. I didn’t slip my hand between her thighs, like I did in that dream, but her knees where slightly apart and I let my hand slide between them instead. My cock twitched harder at the thought that I had my hand between my sister's legs.

I moved to the bottom of the sunlounge and put some more oil on my hands. Tabatha had nice plump calves that tapered to fine ankles. The upturned soles of her lovely feet were soft to the touch. I finished rubbing oil on all her exposed skin and then stood up. My erection throbbed as I admired her figure.

“Mmmmm, thank you Andy.” Tabatha sounded contented as well as grateful. Like I had nearly put her to sleep. I was wide awake and my heart was still pumping hard, but now more from excitement than nerves. Touching my sister’s skin so thoroughly and so intimately for the first time was an experience I will never forget. I sat back down on my own sun lounge.

“I suppose you want me to do you now,” said Tabatha lazily, without lifting her head. Her face was still turned towards me, but her dark glasses hid her eyes and I didn’t know whether they were open or closed. “But you’ve left me feeling so . . . mellow, that I can’t be bothered moving. Your hands are almost hypnotic, Andy. You’ve got a real talent.”

“Mellow” was not really the effect I was aiming for. “Dripping wet” would have been better. My erection strained and a thread of precum dripped down into my navel. I didn’t feel very “mellow” at all. But given how awkwardly I started, I was pleased with her compliments.

“Would you like me to give you a virtual blow job?”

“Yes!” I blurted out without really knowing what I was agreeing to. It sounded good.

“Do you know what that is?”

“Not really. Is it like phone sex?”

“Yeah!” she sounded surprised that I guessed correctly. “It’s where I tell you how I would suck your cock, but I don’t actually suck your cock.” She put a harsh emphasis on the words “suck” and “cock”. Like they were distasteful things in her mouth and she was spitting them out as she talked. “Seeing as how you’re my little brother. And it wouldn’t be right for a good Catholic girl, like me, to put a cock . . . in my mouth. And suck . . .”

My heart beat picked up speed at her dirty talk and I realised that she had already eased into the tease. I reclined fully against the chair and rested my head to the side so I could watch those dirty words forming on her lips. She moved her head slightly to lift her cheek off her hand so that she could talk without her jaw moving against her hand.

“I know you want me . . . to suck . . . your cock. I can see that your big . . . thick . . . hard . . . cock . . . just wants to be sucked.”

I was hanging off her every word. She had me panting and in her spell.

“I could come over there, and kneel between your open legs. Get comfortable between your strong legs. And crouch down, to pick up your big . . . cock. In my soft, hands. Wrap my little hand around your shaft . . . “

I instinctively reached down to touch myself. I was getting quite worked up.

But she sang three rising notes of admonishment, “Ah! Ah! Ah! No hands, Andy. At least, not yet. I’m sucking you, remember? We don’t want your hands to get in the way. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I had my fist wrapped around the base of your cock, gripping it tightly at the base, where it’s thickest, where it seems to grow out of your body like a branch. It feels so big in my little hand. And I want to bend it . . . to my mouth, so I can put that big purple head in my mouth. My fist is squeezing you . . . almost choking that poor head. He’s going all blue in the face. And look! There’s a tear forming in his eye . . .”

There really was a tear of precum forming in the eye of my cock as I listened to her sexy voice.

“Now, if I wasn’t such a good little girl, I might be tempted to stick my tongue out. My long, wet tongue . . .”

As I watched her she stuck her tongue out slowly and seductively. Tabatha had a long tongue.

“. . . and I might lick . . . that tear away. Taste your salty fluid . . . yum. I’ve tasted other boys. They taste nice. But I’ve never tasted you, Andy. What do you taste like?”

Boom! Boom! Boom! My heart was in danger of drowning out her voice as I imagined the tip of her tongue licking the tip of my cock.

She sounded like she was getting a bit carried away with the fantasy herself. I looked down at my cock and the precum oozed out of me in a long drooping drop. It flowed in slow motion, like honey.

“Mmmmm. After I lick your precum and taste you, I might lick you some more. I might let my tongue trace along that throbbing vein in your cock . . . or I might lick the length of your shaft . . . from your balls . . . all the way along that tube, that runs all the way up your shaft . . . when you’re really hard . . . rock hard. It’s like the backbone of your cock.”

I knew what she was talking about. I didn’t know what it was called. But I could feel mine bulging out now as I imagined her tongue licking it.

“I’d lick all the way up the spine of your cock . . . slowly . . . feeling the ridges and the bumps with my tongue . . . until I got to that stretched bit of skin . . . that always looks like it’s going to break . . . I’m going to lick that bit of skin . . . lick it ever so gently, because it’s so sensitive . . . and my tongue will use it as a bridge, from your shaft . . . to the head of your cock.”

My cock throbbed helplessly. I desperately wanted to touch it. Tabatha was teasing me mercilessly and turning me on, but I wanted to come.

“Oh, Andy!” she said suddenly as if breaking from character. She sounded anguished. “I’m not a good girl. I can’t help it. And this is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my brother.”

My heart sank. She was right. But I didn’t want her to stop. Not now.

“And you’re naked. And erect. So, so erect.”

Despite the anguish, there was still the same slow, halting cadence of the tease. She spat out the word “erect” in the same way she said “suck” and “cock”.

Fuck! She’s just playing with me!

“I couldn’t possibly get all of your big . . . long . . . shaft . . . in my little mouth. Even if I wanted to. It wouldn’t fit. You’re so big. So hard. And that big bulging head of yours wouldn’t go down my throat. You would choke me, for sure. Wouldn’t you? Even with your precum lubricating my throat . . . I’d be gagging on your cock. With your head throbbing in my throat. My eyes would be watering. And my mascara would be running."

Tabatha removed her sunglasses. She had that intense gaze. Her eyes seemed darker. Her face seemed to have clouded over. Even though it was still sunny.

She pushed herself up off the sunlounge and turned around. She sat on the edge of it, facing me. Her boobs rolled and pulled as she moved and I watched them. She put her elbows on her knees and leaned forward, so that she was facing me and close to me.

“I can’t be satisfied with just a lick. Even though you’re my brother . . . and it’s wrong . . . for me to suck . . . your cock . . . I’m so hungry. I want to put it in my mouth. I want you to fill my warm . . . wet . . . mouth . . . with your big . . . fat . . . cock.

My eyes darted between the hypnotic gaze of Tabatha’s lustful eyes and the equally fascinating movements of her mouth as it enunciated my dirtiest desires. And during the pauses between words, her mouth fell open, like the dirty hole for my cock that she promised.

“I want to feel your shaft pressing against my tongue.” She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue.

“I want to feel your head at the back of my throat. I want to choke. Almost choke, on your cock. I want to feel your cock throb in my mouth. That desperate throbbing that tells me you’re near the end. Near the limit of your endurance. You want to come in my mouth. . ..” Her mouth hung open, all pink and wet inside her full lips.

“. . . I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum. Come for me. Come for me Andy. Let your cum flow into my mouth. Fill my mouth with the taste of you. The taste of your cum . . . before I swallow . . . "

The cum gushed out of me like a fountain. It was like when you shake champagne before opening it. Fountains of the good stuff went everywhere. And there was a lot of it.

“Holy shit Andy!”

My body kept spasming and my cock kept squirting. Five, six . . .

“Oh my God, you’re still coming!”

Eight, nine . . .

“I’ve never seen anyone come like this before!”

Ten was a dribble and eleven was a last desperate spurt.

“That’s a lot of cum, big brother!”

“Thanks. Thanks Tabatha. That was so good.”

“I’d offer to lick it up for you, but the taste of cum makes me gag.”

“But what about all those things you said?”

“Yeah, well. I just tell boys what they want to hear. That’s part of the beauty of the virtual blowjob. I can tell you about things I could do, without actually doing them. I mean, I could take your cock down my throat, and choke on it, but I don’t think I’d actually enjoy it.”

Tabatha was putting her dress back on. I could feel the pool of cum on my stomach starting to run. I quickly grabbed my blue jocks and used them as a cloth to wipe up the mess. That was a neat solution for the cum, but now I had nothing to wear.

“Can you pass me my Spee . . .”

“Shhhh! What was that? Did you hear that? I think I just heard Mum’s car pull into the driveway.”

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I knew I shouldn't get romantically involved with my niece, for she was a blood relative and some say it's wrong to be your blood relative's lover, husband, and father of her children. Well, I can make my own decisions and that is just what I did. If you saw Tabatha, you would agree that I made the right decision. She has to be one of the most beautiful girls on the planet. I invited her over to my place for summer vacation since she was between semesters and I was quite lonely way out in...

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The Princess Backpack Diaries

October is breast cancer awareness month. With that noble cause in mind I invite you to come along on this whimsical journey during which you will learn how two very lucky guys discover the true magic only Princess Diaries backpacks can possess. The Princess Backpack Diaries By: Simonne Danielle [email protected] © 2010 All Rights Reserved "Now here's a story that ought to put every guy's sense of masculinity to the ultimate test," anchor woman Alycia...

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Pirates of Caledonia I a Journey Into the UnknownChapter 11 Duelling with Tabatha

We were interrupted when Suzanne appeared, looking bedraggled and exhausted. There was a slightly awkward exchange as Tara said her goodbyes and got dressed, while Suzanne pretended to not care that we had been enjoying ourselves in the bed she shared. 'You OK?', I asked her to break the stony silence. 'Fucking knackering being up there. All my leg muscles are in agony. And its just started lashing it down', she moaned. I resisted the urge to remind her that it was her own fault, and...

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The Diaries

Ivana arrived as usual and on time to clean Mrs. K’s house. Mrs. K opened the door with her normal smile but saw that Ivana was looking rather more cross than usual. When Ivana walked into the hallway, and Mrs. K had closed the door, she turned and asked, "Is everything okay, Ivana?”Mrs. K was wearing a floral sleeveless dress with a hem a few inches above her knees. She wasn’t plump but wasn’t slim either, and Ivana thought that she looked lovely in her dress. Ivana was wearing a...

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Moms Diaries

It had been nearly two years since I'd left, going straight into the service out of high school. It felt good to be home again, though it was still going to feel different even then. For one, dad had died the year I had graduated. That alone had made my leaving all the harder on mom, but she at least had a sister she was very close to, who had seen her through much of that difficult time. Though she lived an hour away from where we did, mom never failed to at least travel to see her once a...

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The Dogging Diaries

The Dogging Diaries Diary Entry: July, 2009 "Guys, guys, guys! Settle down. This girl will open her legs for the whole room. As long as you're treating her well and keeping her as the center of attention, she's yours to do with as you please. Just make sure you don't treat her too well." The room laughed. "You can fuck her, cum on her, cum in her, slap her, spank her, she's fucking hot and she will go all night if you can." I could hear Ryan getting the crowd of guys...

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The Christian Discipline Diaries

The Christian Female Discipline JournalE.E. Norcod, D.D., Ph.D., EditorFacilitating the Submission, Obedience and Discipline of Girls and Women Throughout the Christian WorldVolume X, Number v, May 2003Editor’s Forward to the Issue In this issue of the CFDJ we continue our series of the Christian Discipline Diaries, one of our most popular features.  These are reports from our congregations who are out there spreading the Word of the Strict Observance Bible Evangelical Church of Christ...

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Dianes Diaries

I was sitting at my desk at work and looking at my co-workers. There were sixteen of us the large open area. The boss didn't like cubicles; he said that they cut down on employee interaction and he thought it inhibited productivity. I was sitting there looking at the nine men and seven women — there used to be thirteen men, but that comes later in the story — and I wondered if the men were like me and the women like my wife. What secrets were there that I couldn't see? Were the men as...

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The VampIre Diaries

This is only my second story. Had the idea for this in my head for a while but needed to work out the kinks (no pun intended). As much as I loathe seeing "part one of nineteen" of stories here, I think this might have the potential to be a series. Interested in your thoughts and feedback. As always, please be firm, but gentle. Kisses. The Vamp-Ire Diaries This was easily just as good as everybody said it was, thought Taylor as the buxom young co-ed with pinup girl looks gave him...

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Tabatha Part 4 Alternate

Chris and I stood at the curb waiting for our cab. He was a mess. I did my best to clean him up in the bathroom before we left. But, he didn't look pretty. I felt terrible. This was all my doing. He didn't want any part of this. Mark and Dave were home fast asleep. And, Chris and I were hanging on the street corner during the dark hours of the night. Nothing is out at this hour but trouble. We waited and waited but there was no sign of the cab. The last of people were filtering...

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Teaching Sex 8211 The Malvika Diaries

Hi guys! You all know me. Don’t you? I am Malvika Kapoor, 39 from Mumbai. Those who haven’t read my previous stories, go on read them after reading this one and I am sure you will have a good time. I am a married woman. I have a wonderful life as a wife and as a mother. I think I am performing my duties well. I have a pretty good sex life with my husband which more or less consists of about two sex positions: missionary and doggy. I usually do not cum with him and this is why I take a shower...

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Passionate Love 8211 Hansika Diaries

Karan had never seen such an odd expression on her face. She came closer to him, close enough for them to feel their breaths on each other’s face. Her lips parted. She touched her nose with his, before closing her eyes. Karan’s lips parted too. He moved closer to her on the bed and eliminated the little space that remained between them, pressing his lips to hers. Karan moved his lips on hers, sucking her lower lip. She responded with a moan. He was able to appreciate the meaning of the phrase...

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A Reader8217s Tribute 8211 The Malvika Diaries

When the world looks unto you as an inspiration, it must be classified as something great. Isn’t it? Is Malvika a creation of God? Is she the incarnation of Goddess of Sex? Some of these questions raged my mind when I first started chatting with her as her reader. I knew she had a very active fan base with her writing skill highlighting her sexual genius. It was difficult not to believe of her having a huge fan base. When you see the people as her readers Rahul and Rohit, she choose people who...

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Lonavala Calling 8211 The Malvika Diaries

Hi folks! How are you doing? This is Malvika Kapoor with another story of my adventures. We live in unwanted circumstances and remain unhappy but we don’t want to change them. We fear of our closed ones, the society but we don’t fear the true spirit of being. We are meant to be adventurous but we lose that spirit and try for gathering the comforts all our lives. I have made my decisions. I won’t compromise now with my adventurous spirit and will do whatever it takes to please myself. You know...

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Work Diaries

Diary Excerpt One: “Following the threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit, the second such threat levied against me by two separate Personal Assistants the suits in HR, in light of my skills and results, decided to give me one last chance before they would be forced to take additional disciplinary actions. In an effort to reduce the likelihood of a repeat scenario they decided to assign me a PA that they assumed, correctly, would not be to my tastes. However, they did not take into account...

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Leonas Diaries

Today was cold and wet. Went out for a walk anyway. The leaves are starting to turn and the damp makes their color all the more intense. I so wish Jonathan was here to walk with me. I walked longer than I should and was quite chilled when I returned. I am never cold when he is with me. Diary Entry September 22, 1911 Awoke this morning very tight in my chest. I know it is just a minor congestion from too much walking in the rain, but Mother insisted on calling Dr. Jamison. He confirmed my...

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Incest Diaries

Introduction: This Is Just Something That I Wrote, To Kill Time, as I Got Over, Writers Block For Wolf In Sheeps Clothing: Sophomore Year. Hope You Guys Enjoy. Dear Diary, I know its been a while since Ive written in you, but I just have to get this off my chest, and I know I cant tell anybody or daddy might get in trouble. You see, I can only start off by saying Ive only loved one man in my life, and that man is my daddy. I remember him treating my mother like a queen before she left us....

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Incest Diaries

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written in you, but I just have to get this off my chest, and I know I can’t tell anybody or daddy might get in trouble. You see, I can only start off by saying I’ve only loved one man in my life, and that man is my daddy. I remember him treating my mother like a queen before she left us. (Bitches never know how to appreciate something good). He brought her flowers every afternoon. Lilies, he always brought her lilies, because they were her favorite,...

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Basketball Diaries

Dear Diary, I finally had my first college practice today! It was so exciting. High school was fun, but college is a whole different story. It was really impressive to see my name and info on the roster: "Shannon Hale, Guard, 5-8." So cool! Walking into the locker room, the first thing I noticed was that I was one of only a few white girls on the team, which made me kind of nervous. My high school was all white, because we were from such a small traditional town. The starting point guard is a...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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The War Diaries

The funeral was over and we had scattered mom’s ashes to the four winds, per her last wishes. She had lived 89 adventurous years, the last 30 as a widow. We had retired to her house, now our house to do with as we pleased, to divide up her personal belongings. There were five of us kids, if you can call 50 to 65 year old siblings kids, and we had made short work of it. My two brothers and two sisters were gone, having taken what they could with them. I was sitting in moms kitchen with my wife,...

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The War Diaries

The funeral was over and we had scattered mom’s ashes to the four winds, per her last wishes. She had lived 89 adventurous years, the last 30 as a widow. We had retired to her house, now our house to do with as we pleased, to divide up her personal belongings. There were five of us kids, if you can call 50 to 65 year old siblings kids, and we had made short work of it. My two brothers and two sisters were gone, having taken what they could with them. I was sitting in moms kitchen with my wife,...

Quickie Sex
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The Strip Club Diaries

January 21, It’s cold as hell outside. I should be working the books or helping to prepare the club for tonight, but that’s what I hire a staff for, right? At this moment, I got an urge to write stuff down and until the moment passes, I’m going to follow inspiration. My name is Julian Brackens II (not junior!). I’m 28 years old and the primary co-owner of The G Spot, the hottest strip club in the Big Apple for many years running. If the terminology throws you (such as my name and my title,...

3 years ago
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The Nanny Diaries

This is a work of complete fiction.  At the age of twenty-two I had pictured myself in college or even finishing up my years in secondary education. Never would I have pictured being a nanny. Though, I loved it, I could have just never imagined being here now. Sean, the young boy I watch is about three years old and one of the most polite children I’ve ever met. At six months old his mother passed away because of reasons unknown to me. Apparently it really crushed Sean’s father. So that’s when...

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The Nanny Diaries

This is a work of complete fiction.  At the age of twenty-two I had pictured myself in college or even finishing up my years in secondary education. Never would I have pictured being a nanny. Though, I loved it, I could have just never imagined being here now. Sean, the young boy I watch is about three years old and one of the most polite children I've ever met. At six months old his mother passed away because of reasons unknown to me. Apparently it really crushed Sean's father. So that's when...

Straight Sex
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The Magic Room in Prague Euro Diaries

After a tiresome shoot in Kenya, I decided to take a European trip and made Prague my starting point. Not knowing what to expect and wanting to explore by myself, without resorting to official guides, I was intrigued by a fellow passenger’s information as we landed in Prague.“You might enjoy the Sex Museum if you’re that way inclined.”I could tell by the gleam in her eyes as she told me that she was that way inclined herself, and I knew for certain that I was. She gave me very clear directions...

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The Songwriter Diaries

I sat in the recording studio, thinking what song I would use as inspiration. Then it struck me. The beat played in my head dozens of times. It was the theme of the video game "Pocky and Rocky." I started writing with a smile on my face:"His name is Rocky, he’s cocky. He swears there never will be a copy. Which is true, you know what I mean. Have some damn humility! He saw her in the club. He thought she was easy, cause she was a slut. Boy, you thought, that's really sleazy. Just cause she...

Voyeur
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The Slut Diaries

Chapter 1 On all fours, shorts and panties laid discarded on the floor with her tank top, her heavy, 42dd breasts hanging loose over the cups of her bra... Her ass was pushed upwards, legs spread as an eager tongue lapped at her hairless engorged cunt. She barked and whimpered encouragingly for the canine that was feasting on her. The young woman's skin was flushed with excitement and a bit of shame. Finally she shifted her balance to one hand, pinching each of her nipples roughly...

3 years ago
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The Fuckbot Diaries

I open my eyes but I already know where I am from checking the feed. Shithole motel room in a shithole town on a shithole planet. Lucky me. "Hey, baby." He's old and fat and smiling. A real smile, warm and tender, that shows in his eyes and chubby cheeks. It tells me he wants more than just a fuck. I run a CumSystem check. Rydal Spillane, 68, retired terraforman, recently widowed, no known deviancies. This fat fuck wants love. I give him the melty look: Dewy eyes, softened features, slightly...

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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Chris Cavanagh The Prison Rape Diaries

I guess the main thing I hated about prison was being away from my family. I missed my happy-go-lucky dad, my cool and psychotic kid brother, and my little diva of a sister. But hey, they wrote me letters damn near every week, and visited as often as they could, so it’s not like I’d lost contact with them. But it wasn’t the same as seeing them on a regular basis, ya know? Drinking beers and barbecuing on the grill with the family, smoking up and putting on the gloves and throwing hands with...

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Nanny Diaries

“See you Sunday night!”Joan waved at the kids and her parents as she pulled away from her childhood home. She had just dropped off Tasha and Jerome Jr. (JJ) for a weekend with “Gramma and Grampa.” She looked at her watch … 3:30... with luck and minimal traffic she could be home by 5:30. She was pretty sure Amber would still be around.It was a perfect early summer day, mid-70’s and not a cloud in the sky. She turned on Spotify and began the drive back. She wished she had her BMW convertible, but...

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September Diaries

September is a lovely time of year. I close my eyes and think back to new school supplies, wonderful new short skirts, turtle necks and my first high heel boots! Excitement of the new boys in class and which one sat closest to you in math class. Leaves turning, a chill in the air each morning and an electricity that I still feel to this day. I just love September, it is my favorite month of the year! Lucky for me it is also the time of year that I celebrate my birthday. I always feel like the...

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Vanuatu Diaries

The path to one's soul is often bumped with her deepest and darkest secrets. The key to open the lock to the treasure is often comforting persistence and a strong desire. After all, all it takes, sometimes, is a firm, slow albeit gentle push for the lock to give way to the treasure.It was a hot summer day off coastal Vanuatu. The sun shimmered brightly in the true blue ocean, the waters foaming with a roaring intensity. The coast was adorned with small tropical restaurants, eateries and other...

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Vanuatu Diaries

The path to one's soul is often bumped with her deepest and darkest secrets. The key to open the lock to the treasure is often comforting persistence and a strong desire. After all, all it takes, sometimes, is a firm, slow albeit gentle push for the lock to give way to the treasure.It was a hot summer day off coastal Vanuatu. The sun shimmered brightly in the true blue ocean, the waters foaming with a roaring intensity. The coast was adorned with small tropical restaurants, eateries and other...

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Forced Ejaculation Diaries

This collection of harrowing tales is set in an alternate reality that differs from ours in two important ways: Females are the dominant gender; males are physically weak and mentally submissive. Males do not have refractory periods i.e. they can be physiologically forced to ejaculate over and over again without stopping. The protagonists of our story are Shaun and Coco. Their names can be customized in the side-bar. What ordeals will he face from her? Let's find out... [Author’s Note: The...

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Merfolk Diaries

Beneath the ocean which is untouched by the time and space of the surface-word, lies a vast landscape of Merfolk societies scattered across the ocean bed. Weather the surface world is struggling in mid-evil times, chock full of mythical creatures, a steampunk apocalyptic landscape, a scientific metropolitan world or a futuristic society filled with space travellers of various alien races inhabiting your planet, it doesn't matter. The ocean is a realm upon its own, only on occasionally do the...

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Excerpts from my wifes journals and diaries

As a young girl my wife had a neighbor named Walt . He was a very tall Black man that had the only swimming pool in the neighborhood .All the k**s wanted to swim there and he would let them a couple times a week. Her bedroom had a direct view of the pool and his bedroom window . My wife's first experience happened one night as she was getting ready for bed . She had changed into her pj's with the curtains open . As she was closing them she had noticed Walts curtains were open as well . She...

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Mami Ke Sath Ki Goa Diaries

Hello everyone, mera naam Neil hai aur meri age 22 years hai. Aaj main apna first sex encounter share karne jaa rah hu jo. Ye mere Varsha mami ke saath hua. As it’s my first story, koi galti ho toh ignore kar dena. So jaise ki maine bataya, meri mami ka naam Varsha hai. Woh ek housewife hai aur unki age 35-36 saal hogi. Woh fair complexion ki bhi hai. Bhale hi woh thodi chubby ho par unke figure ko dekh kar koi bhi bina mutth maare nahi reh sakta. Unke boobs ka size hai 36DD hai aur unki gand...

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Office Friend To Bed Chennai Diaries

Hi all, This is Shashank after a long time, Hope you guys like my last sex story. I am here to share with you, my another experience with my office colleague. Please feel free to give your feedback at Any girls/ladies who want to have some fun also can mail me or message me. So coming back to the sex story, In case you guys don’t know, my name is Shashnak. I am from Pune, and right now I am living in Chennai. I am working in MNC as a software engineer. As a non-Tamilian, I always feel like an...

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