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There is a time in every lass's life when she imagines what a big, hard cock-pounding would be like. There is also a time when she can't get hold of a cock for love nor money. And what does she do, in such a situation? She buys a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or a banana. Or maybe, if she's ambitious, a cucumber. I'm sure some lasses consider purchasing a marrow, too, but in my opinion, that's stretching it a bit too far. Literally.

At the age of thirty, one would expect a woman to be either experienced and experimental, or a screaming prude. I was neither. My prudishness only involved being excruciatingly embarrassed, but undeniably, wholeheartedly curious. And desperate. I would have loved nothing better than a good, hard fuck. Or even a slow, gentle one. I'm not that picky, really.

Alas, it was not to be. Whilst some female friends were too tired dealing with their kids to have a good shag, and others were too busy out on the razz pulling anybody and everybody they could before the onset of middle-age, I was left working too hard, crawling into bed at night (alone), and hitting the "O" in less than a minute to help me sleep. That's what practice does for you.

However, I had never considered trying to use a vibrator, as any time I happened to see one on television or in a magazine, it would make me want to cross my legs in horror at the size, and wonder who would be brave enough to walk into a shop and buy one of those things.

My curiousity got the better of me.

It took me a good two weeks after I finally decided that I would definitely go ahead and explore my options. I was too shy to look on any websites, in case I ended up getting some sort of virus that would email all my friends, family and colleagues with a flashing picture that proclaimed, "DAISY SHYLASS HAS BEEN LOOKING AT FUCK TOYS, THE DIRTY SLAG!".

For somebody who hates shopping, the day I had decided to buy a vibrator saw me in every single shop in the White Rose Centre. That's a big shopping mall on the outskirts of Leeds, where people I met in work might see me. But it was a safer bet to sidle in there, than trying to sneak into the new, shiny, blacked-out windowed"XXX Private Sex Shop" on the main bus route into the city.

I mean, what did people do in those places? Was it a case of, "Leave your silk panties at the door, dahling, and you'll get a sophisticated seeing to...", or was it more, "dirty-old-bloke-with-a-crusty-vest-leers-at-you-over-the-counter-whilst-he-adjusts-his-stained-Y-fronts"? Did people actually have sex in there? Or just buy rudey magazines and wankathon viewing? Did you have to dress in expensive clothes and look like a Madame, or pay a fortune for some special perfume designed to attract sweaty knobheads or cuddlesome sexy men, depending on your budget? Knowing my luck, I'd end up with "Dog Bog Water", rather than "Eau De Sexy Bloke". I certainly wasn't going to find out.

Nope. Not for this shy lass. I went to the high street equivalent of a penny sweetie shop, as opposed to the up-market, unbelievably expensive chocolatier. I mean, I know what to do with foam bananas and Jelly Tots. But give me a box of Thorntons Cappuccinos, and I'll be up all night with palpitations whilst throwing up, because I nommed the whole delicious lot without stopping to think of the consequences. The only problem was, I didn't know what sort of sweeties to ask for in an unknown sweetshop when I didn't know what sort of candy I liked.

I suppose my real fear was that I would get in the private shop, and either discover a hidden desire to become a BBW prostitute (fat lasses do well on the weekends in the north), or run out screaming in pure, pickled fear (everybody would look, and I'd bet you an Opal Fruit that my strict Christian boss would happen to be leaving the city market right at that moment, and ask me what in Jesus' name I was doing in there).

To the mall! After two hours of slouching around Ace Accessories, Bag 'n' Slag Company outlet, Lumberjack Lighting and Wig-U-Like (plus another hour with a trashy magazine and a huge decaff coffee), I approached the neon-lit shop.

"Jan Hummers". Of course, all the English people know which shop I really mean. I was going to call it, "Jan Bummers", but that's a name for my story about anal sex. I can't see that happening, though. Unless I get a mirror...

I digress.

You want to know what happened, don't you?

Well, I sneaked in the entrance (not a euphemism), and promptly got blocked between a rack of peephole bras and some sort of leatherette hotpants, by two women with pushchairs, gabbing about how "... she " 'it the tiles on 'er fat arse with 'er dildo 'alf 'anging out, and my land, she looked like a slapper!".

I ended up backing into the frilly balconettes and wet-look thongs in order to let them through, side by side. It was almost like I didn't exist, as they charged through. That suited me fine, as I was already sweating with embarrassment.

Once I had escaped the horrifying tendrils of nylon clinging to my now-static hair, I mooched around the shop with my head down and my shoulders hunched.

There's very little you can see in shops like Jan Hummers, unless you're trying not to look. If you're trying not to look, you have nightmarish glimpses of lurid colours, strangely-shaped undergarments, and inexplicable packaging of who-knows-what. I didn't know what, and I was too embarrassed to look properly to find out.

In my panic to look as if I knew where I was going, whilst frantically trying to scan the shop without blushing (more), I found myself in a dead end. I faced a wall of leather strappy things. One of the items had a snooker ball attached to it. I had a fleeting moment of wondering which orifice it was intended for, and horrible images of a moaning woman dribbling all down her chin assaulted my traumatised mind. I'm not going to mention the other images, but it made me spin on the spot and get out of that crazy little cul-de-sac. Oh crap, I said "sac".

"LEAVE NOW!" my mind screamed at me.

"Alright, love? Do you want any help?"

In panic, I vaguely looked in the direction of the assistant's voice. In my head, I was screaming, "No! I'm not alright! I haven't had a boyfriend my entire life, and now I'm wandering around Jan Hummers in a mortified daze, trying to find something to fuck myself with, so yes, I'd like a fucking life, please! Can you get me one of those? No? Fuck off, then!"

"I'm alright, just looking, thanks," I mumbled, and turned away again in a hurry.

CRASH! Down went the stick-thin mannequin sporting the crotchless leather bodysuit, and with it, the last vestiges of dignity I'd managed to find that morning. It lay in a puddle of gloom next to the reclining plastic Domme, who stared up at me with mocking painted-on eyes. The assistant fussed over me to make sure I was alright. Would she ever go away?!

"I'm really sorry... No, I'm fine, honest. I'm just dead clumsy. No, honest, I'm alright... I'm so sorry..."

It was clear that the kind lady wasn't going to leave me alone, so I finally decided that I was going to have to confront the issue out loud.

To this day, I still don't know what that lady looked like. I liked her shoes, though. They were red patent, with shiny little buckles and kitten heels.

"What are you looking for?" she asked me kindly.

"I... ummm... Well, I'm..." I coughed. "Could you please show me where the vibrators are, please, thank you very much, please?"

"Of course," she said as she walked away. "Follow me."

I followed the red patent kitten heels to the back of the shop.

"What sort were you wanting? We've got the Rabid Rodents, like this..." She thrust a large packet in front of me, containing a huge pink cucumber-sized piece of silicone. It had a funny arm sticking out of it, with ears, and all I could think was that surely things to do with animals were illegal?

"I... I think that's a bit... not what I'm looking for. I want something a bit more..."

"Alright. Did you want one to share?"

 Share? Share?! Who the fuck with? And before I could reply, a large purple ray-gun of an object was thrust under my nose, and an even bigger object in blue glitter that looked like a weird boomerang with enormous helmety-acorny shapes on either end.

"What... um, what's that?"

"This one is a strap-on dildo that doesn't need straps. I've tried this, and it's great. It really gets your pussy muscles working. And this one is a double-ended dildo. I haven't tried that yet, but it's on my list."

I'm sure that, when faced with such objects as I have described, many of you reading this are letting your minds wander into fantasies of... things I don't have time to write about in this story.

Me? I wanted to leave! However, I was so shy that I was too scared to run out, in case the assistant thought I was rude.

"No, I... I'm looking for... What I want is, well, I haven't really..." My face blazed deep red, and it occurred to me that perhaps that shade of skin would be appealing to sex toy collectors.

"Ah, you're looking for something a bit more personal? How about this one?" And she produced a florescent yellow enormous willy-shaped tree-trunk of a toy. "This has rotating beads inside, and the tip wriggles round if you want."

And she only bloody switched it on! I was petrified to the spot as the monster in her hands wriggled and swayed, and the beads shook themselves around the middle. I could see them shuffling against each other through the clear window, arrogant little sex pearls all vying for attention. Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, they went, jiggling themselves against the sides. My mouth hung open. I couldn't talk or think.

"No? How about something more realistic?"

The next item thrust into view was a foot-long cock that would have torn me if I'd tried to use it. Perhaps it would suit me as a life raft in the shower, rather than a fun toy for shoving inside me. Or, maybe, I could have pretended to be a contemporary twist on the Noah story, and got two. That should keep me and a menagerie of sexy men afloat for several fucking weeks. But where to get a menagerie of sexy men from?!

I shook my head violently. I was looking for a way out and a mental scalpel to cut out the day-glo dildo tattooed on my mind. My thighs were involuntarily clenching together in sheer fear at the thought that an enormous, rotating, glow-in-the-dark monster cock was going to invade my dreams and thunder-worm its way inside me, and worse, that I might enjoy it if I let it!

"Something little, please," I whispered. "Really little. Tiny." I felt a mischievous trickle of sweat run its way down my back. If sex was like this, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I waited, shuffling on the spot, whilst she put away the Silicone Cirque des Horreurs. Despite the immense heat and sweat my body was producing (not in the fun way), I was cold with fear, and I shakily pulled my hood up.

"How about this one, love?" The assistant showed me what looked to be tiny in comparison with everything else. "This is a Wiggle Stick, because it makes you wiggle. It's blue or pink, and three inches long."

I hadn't seen anything smaller, and I just wanted to leave. Without even looking properly, I just decided to take it and run. After paying for it, obviously.

"I'll have that, please," I whispered.

"Anything else?"

More?! Fudge me, no! I didn't want anything else. My eyes were tearing up in panic, and I could have heated a barrel of lead with just the look on my terrified face. I shook my head again.

She led me to the counter, and I slouched into my hoodie as far as I could. I heard a couple close by, discussing the merits of the pearl thong, as opposed to lace.

"I like the pearls, but they're harder to clean. The lace just makes my anus itchy..."

"Now, love," the assistant said, fleetingly breaking into my open-mouthed shock, "do you need some Lusty Love Wipes?"

"Wh... what?"

"Antiseptic wipes, to clean your Wiggle Stick with, keep it nice and fresh between juicings. They're £5.99 a pack."

Now, whilst I might joke about such things, and pretend I know what I'm talking about in the stories I've written here, I had never actually stopped to consider the reality of sex, which I didn't really know anything about, since I hadn't joined then. The only masturbation I had indulged in was about a minute's worth of clit-fingering when I felt like it, for quick orgasmic relief and a better night's sleep. And I never, ever spoke about it with anybody. At all.

Sure, I had the low-down on some things from friends, and I listened, and read the odd few magazines with light-hearted articles now and again. But I wasn't used to discussing my own personal details in such a way, and I was mortified that somebody else, particularly a stranger, would be thinking about and mentioning my "juicings".

However, the Yorkshire blood in me is as tight as my pussy, and was I going to spend £5.99 on a packet of antiseptic wipes, when I already had four packets at home (from Morrisons, on sale)? No, I bloody wasn't! My indignation overcame my embarrassment, and I shook my head.

"Just the thingy, thanks."

"Any Licky Love Lube?"

"Just the thingy, thanks."

"No batteries?"

"Just the thingy. Thanks."

I pushed my card across the counter, and paid. As soon as she put the item into a paper bag, I got out of there as fast as I could. The conversation between the couple now included the assistant, as they discussed the merits of Nutella over squirty cream, and the effect it had on latex and pussy hair. I shoved the paper bag into my large carrier bag, and I dashed to the supermarket in search of comfort food, to counteract my traumatic experience.

The thingy was burning through the bags, screaming loudly at passersby that I'd just been in Jan Hummers buying something to shove up my pussy. I raced straight for the chocolate aisle (avoiding the fruit and veg aisle, and the spreads section - the irony that Nutella should apparently be spread between spread legs was threatening to put me off, so I bought some alcohol, too).

On the way home, I shoved my Muppet Christmas Carol tape in the player (I'm so behind the times that I still have cassettes), and took my mind off the thingy. It was summer, but when has that ever stopped me singing carols?

I'm guessing that other more experienced women would have rushed home to try their thingy as soon as they could. But this inexperienced woman was too scared to even touch the plastic casing it came in. I took the paper bag out of my other shopping, and shoved it down the side of my chair in the lounge whilst I went through my other shopping.

It stayed there all that evening and all the next day. I sat in my least favourite chair to watch television, just so I didn't have to be near it. I could hear the damn thingy whispering my name during the crap film I was watching. It called to me when I was in the kitchen, about to slice into a juicy cucumber. Even the name, "cuCUMber" became a thing of mockery.

All the while, the thingy was calling my name.

During Bible Study (it was my turn to host it), I managed to forget about it, until Reverend Smeebles dropped his biscuit down the side of the chair and straight into the paper bag. I heard the crumple noise as it fell.

I don't think anybody has ever moved so fast! I grabbed the plate and flew across the room, the momentum sending the jaffa cakes cascading into his lap, and a jammy dodger sailing into Mrs. Bucklethwaite's feather trim on her second best hat.

"I'll get it, Reverend! You just stay there! No, no, don't you worry, here, have another... No, take it... TAKE IT!" I quickly shoveled the jaffa cakes viciously on top of his Bible, and stripped off my jumper to throw on top of the bag.

"Whew! What a panic. Now, shall we get back to the Gospel of Luke? Mr. Arkwright, could you please read from verse thirty-eight?"

After a pause, he began reading.

"Give, and you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full - pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, running over, and poured into your lap. The amount you give will determine the amount you get back..."

I'm definitely going to Hell.

Dear God, please help me, cruel and tempted sinner that I am...

I heard a muffled whisper from the the side of the chair.

"You waaant me; you waaant to fuuuck me..."

The rest of that evening passed in terrible discomfort, and I consigned the bag to the spare room, and told the thingy to shut the fuck up, or it would never see the light of day again.

"Once you get me in your pussy, you won't want me to see the light of day..."

I left it alone with its thoughts.

Eventually, when my mind began to get used to the idea that I now owned a thingy, I reconciled myself to the fact that I was going to have to deal with it. I went into the spare room, retrieved the bag, and put the thingy on the dining room table.

It was in that awful plastic that you can't get into. The thingy smirked at me.

I found that, like anything that has been plastic-welded into casing, it was going to take brute force and a chisel to get it to open (much like the state of my upper thighs after remembering the enormous, rotating, glow-in-the-dark monster cock).

Eventually, as all good (and bad) stories prove, in the end, the goods were freed, and I was face to face with a hard, pink plastic Wiggle Stick. And when I say hard, I don't mean the flesh-and-blood hard of a throbbing real cock with blood and spunk throbbing through it. I mean, it was actually plastic hard. And cold. And... pink. Bubble gum, candy, pearly pretty pukey pink. YUCK! If they'd have black or silver, I'd have chosen that. But it was either toilet block blue, or pearly pukey pink. No way was I going to shove a toilet Bloo inside me, so pukey pink it had to be. Besides, due to the pressure I was under in the shop, it's rather surprising that I didn't just nod at everything and come home with half of their products (and the discussion couple).

There I was, on a random evening, in the living room, with the Wiggle Stick standing on the table, looking at me with intense concentration. It's just as well that it didn't have an eye, as I wouldn't have been able to look at it there. The cold, hard, pukey pink reality was staring me in the face, singing into my mind, "You're gonna fuck me, you're gonna fuck me..."

The truth of the matter was, we both knew it was entirely unlikely that I was really going to get my rocks off with it, but the attempt would have made an amusing comedy film of "How Not To Use A Sex Toy".

Let it not be said, however, that I won't rise to a challenge, even if it is a pukey pink vibrator that I insisted on calling a "thingy" for sheer cringing embarrassment. I grabbed it, and hurried through to the bedroom. Throwing it on the bed (not in a sexy "I'll have my way with you" way, just a, "I don't want to touch you" way), I took off my clothes, and slid in under the covers. Obviously, I didn't turn the light on. The last thing I wanted was the pukey pink thingy laughing at how I looked. That wouldn't be sexy at all and it would be incredibly disturbing, since vibrators are not actually real people. That's the point, isn't it?

I was brought up to believe that sex only happened between two people who loved each other very much, and were married (to each other). Lying there in the dark, with my knees locked together in fear of the fact that I didn't know what I supposed to do, I started the only way I knew how.

I picked up the thingy.

It was cold and hard, and very light. It felt unfriendly and alien to me. It didn't help my mood, and I was as far from being pussy-wet as a prudish rock in the Sahara desert at the height of summer.

Then I tried to switch it on. And when I say "tried", I mean I shook it, rolled it, hit it, searched it with my fingers, and nearly threw it across the room. After frantically fiddling around in the dark for a long time, trying to find the stupidy stupid switch, I gave up and switched on the light instead.

I stared at the mocking pukey pink thingy from beneath the duvet. It wasn't going to help me out at all. It just lay there coolly in my hot hand, staring up at me. Still clueless, I rolled out of bed and stomped around the flat. The first thing I did was look at the instruction leaflet (which, I might add, only included instructions on the replacement of batteries and turning it on, not actually what to do with it once it was working).

I realised that putting batteries in it was going to be far more useful than not putting batteries in it. Of course, who can ever find batteries when they really need them? I ran round the flat, boobies and bum wiggling as I went (I was still naked, but too determined to waste time worrying about that smaller issue), looking for the batteries. Eventually, I found them, opened the end of the thingy, and slid one in. That could have been a very sexy act of anticipation in my mind, if it were not for the fact that I was sweating and cross, and as far from being relaxed as a clueless virgin holding her first vibrator.

Battery locked and loaded, and ready to go. I took a deep breath, and went back into the darkness of my bedroom. I was too hot at this point to bother with the duvet, so I just lay there on the bed, naked, and holding the thingy in my sweaty hand.

The plastic was still cool, but as I enjoy the feel of my cold fingers on either side of my hot, throbbing clit, I thought that perhaps it might not be such a bad thing.

I turned the base of the thingy, and the whole shaft roared into life! I was so shocked that I dropped it and scooted away. It lay on the bed, sending vibrations through the mattress, shifting slowly towards me with a violent buzz. It was so much louder than I would have expected, and I wondered if perhaps the neighbours could hear it. I hoped not.

Frantically, I grabbed it, turning it off as quickly as I could. Gasping, and with my heart pounding, I lay back down in the darkness, and held the thingy in one hand. Perhaps the best way to get used to the object would be to explore the feel without the violent earthquake-shuddering first.

I lay there, calming my breathing, and feeling the plastic warming a little. The cool, dark air became a blanket, pressing down onto my bare skin. I lifted one leg over the bunched-up duvet, opening my slightly-sticky pussy lips. I realised that, as scared as I was, my body was ready for a bit of fun. My lips slowly pulled themselves apart, allowing the air to lick them further until I was openly vulnerable in the darkness.

I stayed quiet and still, feeling the little weight of the thingy in my hand, and wondering how I would feel if it was a lover I had my leg hooked over, instead of the duvet. Would having him there make me feel more embarrassed, or would it be a delight of exploration? Would love-making and toy-play with a partner be more exciting and appealing, or was this journey better done alone?

I would never know.

Slowly, I began to trail the still-cool tip of the toy down my neck, and between my large breasts. Using my upper arms, I squeezed them together, pushing up the little toy until I could feel the tip poking out. I was close enough to flick my tongue out to touch it, and I wondered how it would feel to have the weight of a man straddling me as I gave him a tit-wank and squeezed his bum cheeks. Obviously, I was assuming an actual cock might be slightly bigger (or would it?), and I wondered if it would hurt either of us for him to thrust his head into my open mouth. Perhaps one day, I might discover that for real.

Letting my breasts settle naturally again, I moved the tip of the toy gently down my stomach, to the tightly-trimmed hair on my plump mound. Gently, I let the tip of the shaft peep its way into my cleft, and before it touched my clit, I began to run it up and down the length of each lip, stopping just before I reached my oozing hole.

Did I say oozing hole? That's what I meant. I could feel gathering juice beginning to seep down my crack from my open pussy, and I dipped the toy's head into the juice. I smeared it up and down my swelling lips, and felt my own heat mingling with the cool night air, the rising scent of myself drifting up into the room.

I wondered, would a lover like to smell me on the heat rising from my naked cunt? Would he wish to rub his face in my juices and lick me clean of the seeping lust?

I ran the wet tip onto my clit, and circled it gently. My hips moved a little against it, and I wanted more. But not yet.

I slid part of the shaft between my clit and hole, spreading more juice, and getting used to the feel. I wondered, what would it be like to have a man run the tip of his cock there, mixing his pre-cum into me, flicking his head onto my desperate nub, and then sliding the very end of him into me...

Slowly, delicately, I slid the end of the toy into my entrance.

I couldn't get very far in, perhaps an inch or so. I tried not to worry, and I dipped the toy in and out of myself, hearing the sticky sounds of juice and air and plastic meeting and separating. How would it feel to have a flesh-and-blood cock dipping into my overflowing juices, and to feel a lover's tip squishing and gently smacking against my swollen cunt?

I pulled the toy out again, and very slowly, I turned it on. I was already turned on myself, so the shock was not so bad. I felt the vibrations running up and down my arm, and I carefully laid the tip on a juice-wet lip.

Up and down, slowly and slippery, I moved the toy along me. Then, up over onto my mound, leaving a diamond trail of wet scent in my short hairs, I ran it back down the other lip. Back and forth the buzzing toy went, until I moved it centrally.

Oh my! Just below my clit, there was a riot of starbursts, an aching splashing of buzzing beauty! I knew that to take it higher to dance on my hard button would be to tip myself over the edge, and so I moved the toy down to tip it into my hole.

Oh, the feeling! Tremors shot through my body, my nerves tingling and jarring with the movement of the toy, and my pussy tried to clench around it, slipping and sliding on the smooth shaft. I couldn't push it in much further, but the vibrations were travelling up my tight walls, and I realised I could hold the tip of the toy inside me without my hand, until my juices sent it shooting back out. So I held the toy between fore- and middle fingers, and rubbed my thumb back and forth over my clit.

I tried to imagine the cock of a lover, letting my hips dance on his throbbing head as he withheld the final pleasures from me, whilst I ground my hips as hard as I could against his thumb. I grabbed one large hip with my own little hand, and tried to imagine my lover holding me still in his forceful grip.

Unplanned, I flipped myself over, and wriggled down to the edge of the bed. I got on my knees with my breasts and face pushed into the mattress, whilst my pussy, ass and feet hung over the edge of the bed. I pushed a hand between my legs, holding the buzzing toy, and slowly entered myself.

The position made my hole open wider, and more juice seeped out, sliding down over my clit and filling up the little hood that usually hid it away. I sighed, and pushed in the toy a little further. I had never had something, including my fingers, that far inside me. The walls of my pussy were clenching and shivering, undulating against the invader, and preventing it from going in further.

I wondered, what would it be like to spend some time in a place where a man could enter the room, and be faced by naked pussies, asses and legs? If the rest of me were hidden behind a curtain, would I feel him come up behind me, finger my pussy, and then slide his cock in deep? Would I feel a complete stranger fucking me and then shooting his spunk over my ass?

How would it feel to have a lover fucking me from behind, slapping my round cheeks and violently thrusting in balls deep whilst I moaned in pleasure and ecstasy? How would it feel to have his fingers biting into my hips as I writhed on his cock and came as he shot cum deep inside me?

I was so close to falling over the edge (of the bed) that I flipped myself over again, and wished I could wrap my legs around my fucking lover as he pounded my pussy harder and harder. I moved the vibrator directly onto my clit, and fuck me (please), I began to orgasm.

My hips lifted off the bed until I was balanced on my shoulders and heels, tits bouncing and wobbling as I thrust involuntarily into the night air. Lava roiled through my whole being, searing, agonising pleasure rolling and returning through my legs and pussy as all my muscles clamped, released, and clamped again and again.

I held my breath, unable to perform the simplest function of all in my intensity. Stars shot through the indigo of my mind, scarlet velvet humming and throbbing in an oily dance of release and exquisite pain across my clit. I thrust again and again, the buzzing of the toy suddenly too intense, and I dropped it buzzing onto the mattress in my orgasmic state. My fingers took over where the vibrations hurt, and I began to lower my hips, rolling my pussy against my hand in frantic joy.

Slowly, gently, my body began to release its tension, and I collapsed onto the bed, my hand squeezed between my plump thighs onto my lips. I was smeared in my own juices, and the thingy was left buzzing on the bed. As my breathing slowed and normalised, I began to regain a vestige of consciousness, and I switched off the thingy.

I fell asleep in my own juices and sex smell, and wondered if a lover might like that, or would he prefer to hose me down? I supposed I'd never know.

And I suppose you'd like to know what has happened to my thingy, and if I still use it, and if I have found out what it's like to be fucked by a lover and his hard, glorious cock. Would you?

That's another story...

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This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I don’t get out much. It isn’t because I am a wild, rampant nymphomaniac whose sole object in life is to fuck anybody and everybody I can lure through the door via the internet and sex lines (although I am sure there are many of you who were hoping I was). Nor is it because I am so agoraphobic that I cannot cross the threshold into the Huge Outdoors without sacrificing three goats, turning round 16...

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Excerpts from the upcoming PostGreat Shift issue of The TV Guide

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Excerpts From A Diary

Excerpts From A Diary March 26 2001 Just another weekend ending with me and my wife fighting. March 27 2001 Sick of arguing, we decide to try something different. March 28 2001 Today we had an appointment with a therapist for some counseling. During the hypnosis I heard him saying: "Men look great in female lingerie!" March 29 2001 We have a frank conversation. March 30 2001 My wife bought me a set of bras, panties and stockings. They look great on me! March 31...

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Excerpts from a Daughters Diary 1

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Excerpts From My Life 8211 Part 1

Let me tell you one of my fetishes. I do like shemale porn, but only if they looked very feminine and not the ones looking like cross-dressers. Let me challenge you to guess my age. During one of my hopeless days, I came across this person in social media, she was a trans-woman. She spoke very nicely and sensibly. We exchanged numbers and texted for some days, got to know each other. One day she herself asked for a meet. I too was interested and said okay to it. We decided to meet in a mall....

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Excerpts From My Life 8211 Part 2

After Shoba left the house, I kept thinking about her. I felt bad to have rushed through without realizing how it might affect her. I texted her the same evening but again, got no replies. Back home things didn’t go as planned. The cook’s kid got sick and was admitted in a hospital there in Assam. So she had to stay back. I also asked the maid to spend some more days at her place. But I gave them both their salaries. Life again got monotonous. Although Shoba texted back, she avoided any kind of...

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EXCERPTS FROM A YOUNG GIRLS DIARY

Friday, April 16, 2010 Just got home from my first "Pussy Party". Fortunately no one saw me come in and I quickly got into the shower to wash off before anyone come smell me. I reeked of pussy. Lydia and I got to the apartment about six and was greeted at the door by this big butch lesbian who first looked at us with suspicion then let us in. We were a little nervous. The place was filled with all these naked women of all shapes and sizes. Within minutes we were hit on by several women. One...

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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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Excerpts of My Life

My name is Melvin or Mel for short except when I dress up as a girl and then I’m Melani. I am 14 live with my single Mom and enjoy my summers because I have nothing to do except pursue my passion, sex. There are three things I like to do and I can’t say that I prefer one or the other. I love the feeling of a hard cock in my hands and mouth; I love to feel a hot, wet pussy grip my tongue and I love dressing up like a girl. I’m well known at the Thrift Store for picking out cloths for my...

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Excerpts of sexting with a hot redhead

Don't worry, I will always answer your so nice and hot messages... :-)))) It's only that I don't have always time to answer you immediately but be sure that you make me wet... :-PPPP Sorry but I prefer to don't tell you from which side of the world I'm writing, that was in the deal with my husband. I hope and wish that you understand. Who knows maybe one day you will suck my nipples and not only... :-))) Never say never... :-))) Yes I think so that it's tough move go into therapy with your wife...

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Excerpts Of A Wild Cuckold Experience

Hi fellas, this is Nathan, 25 years old gentleman who loves exploring kinks with other people. I usually surf around the web to connect with people who are into cuckold and other fetishes. I have my fair share of experience meeting people and being part of their fantasies. A lot of Indians pose themselves as cuckold but are merely fake ones. I have had the most enjoyable experience with white people who really enjoy sex and are straightforward about what they want. So, while surfing the web,...

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Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...

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The Liberation Of Father Mortimer

When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening.The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect.He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed.“Blessed Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins,” he muttered and crossed himself three...

Spanking
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Debby and her first vibrator

It was Friday which was her day off. After the boys had left the house to go to school Debby quickly took the dog out for a walk. Underneath her jeans she was wearing lacy top hold ups and a thong. The thong felt tight against the crack of her bottom and she liked the rough feel of the material of her jeans rubbing against the cheeks of her backside as she walked along. She also liked how the tops of the hold ups felt against her thighs. Normally she would only wear ordinary knickers when she...

Masturbation
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Alicias First Vibrator

Alicia may have been sitting in her Friday contracts class but her mind was elsewhere. The first semester of law school had been difficult, but she was enjoying the new challenge. Her major problem at the moment was the fact that she was horny - so horny, in fact, that she was daydreaming in class. "Alicia?" Professor Martin was looking at Alicia. "I'm sorry, Professor, will you repeat the question?" Alicia fumbled, desperately trying to remember what the Professor had said while her classmates...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

Incest
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Excerpts From My Inexperience The First Time I Gave a TitWank

"I am prepared to literally turn up at yours, suck your cock, and then go home again," I texted.The reply came quickly, and it wasn't just a "Yes". It was a "Fucking yes!"My attempt at a first blow job had seemed to go down well. Rather, I seemed to have gone down well, and so did his spunk: all down my throat, my lips, my chin, his cock and my hand. And who could blame me for wanting to try again, with such a result? In the back of my mind was the thought that we'd tried starting a tit-wank,...

First Time
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The Passion of Mother Ethel

Mother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...

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Dot Dorothea and Dick

Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...

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Aprils Talking Vibrator

It is pretty bad to have a name that is odd and different than everybody else.  The main character in this silly story is named April Flowers.  Could her parents of named her anything so strange?  April had never met anybody else with such an absurd name.April had to learn early on that she was different.  She had a weird name, and when she was a teenager, she liked to stand out in a crowd.  April enjoyed dressing weirdly and having rainbow-colored hair.  Her parents were hippies and let April...

Toys
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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01

Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...

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Antheas baby 1

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Two Teen Lesbian Virgins and a Vibrator

I don’t suppose I’m the only girl whose first sexual experience (other than solo masturbation) was with a member of the same sex. It’s obvious that when you’re having your first stirrings of sexual feelings, even if they are only directed at your favourite pop singer, it’s much easier to talk about them with a friend who is going through the same emotional turmoil. And is it any wonder that talking sometimes turns to physical contact and experimentation? I had a good friend called Julie, who...

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Two Teen Lesbian Virgins and a Vibrator

I don’t suppose I’m the only girl whose first sexual experience (other than solo masturbation) was with a member of the same sex. It’s obvious that when you’re having your first stirrings of sexual feelings, even if they are only directed at your favourite pop singer, it’s much easier to talk about them with a friend who is going through the same emotional turmoil. And is it any wonder that talking sometimes turns to physical contact and experimentation?I had a good friend called Julie, who I’d...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 02

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2 years ago
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The Vibrator

Your husband’s new boss is throwing an annual Christmas party which you both were invited too. As you sit in the living room wearing your black skirt with a dark red blouse you are feeling bored and out of place. The boss’s wife and of the other wives are good friends with one another and while they are friendly enough they are also ignoring you at the present time. Your husband is engaged with his boss and co-worker’s so you are plenty bored. Since no one is looking you decide to take a look...

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The Vibrator

Your husband’s new boss is throwing an annual Christmas party which you both were invited too. As you sit in the living room wearing your black skirt with a dark red blouse you are feeling bored and out of place. The boss’s wife and of the other wives are good friends with one another and while they are friendly enough they are also ignoring you at the present time. Your husband is engaged with his boss and co-worker's so you are plenty bored. Since no one is looking you decide to take a look...

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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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Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl

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The Devils Pact Sidestory Miss Blythe Is Hot for Her Students

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Carruthers Bride

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Athena Corp Chronicles A Mothers Love

As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...

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Anal Experimentation The Vibrator

[ For something a little different than usual for me! ]I'd never done all that much 'anal' experimentation. I had, briefly, when I'd been a little younger but I hadn't since then---until I decided one day, on impulse, to buy a cheap dildo/vibrator at a local adult bookstore. I admit that the experience of buying it was a little nerve-wracking, though. It was my luck that the person working behind the counter that day was a cute girl about my age; and I almost decided against going through with...

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Sex Therapy 2 The Thert

PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...

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The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 50 The Talking Vibrator

Introduction: A quick and kinky masturbation fantasy! Authors Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was...

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Aunt Katherin and Her SlavesChapter 2 Katherine

Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...

4 years ago
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Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story

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Love Stories
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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...

Vintage Porn Sites
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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...

Porn Pictures Sites
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Wife with black vibrator

Here it is, a story that will hopefully satisfy you as much as it did us. My wife of 11 years is not much into sex after having two children, at least that is what I thought. She is 37 year old, 5’ 9”, 130 lbs. with a beautiful face, blond hair, a sweet pussy and just as nice breasts. She stayed home from work one day this summer and I went off to work as usual. She was planning on doing some cleaning and do some shopping. It was lunch time when I decided to go home and surprise her with lunch....

Masturbation
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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....

Amateur Porn Sites
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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...

BBW Porn Sites
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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....

Voyeur Porn Sites
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The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator

From my bedroom in my two-story house, I could see into the window of Lucy’s first-floor bedroom. Translucent white curtains poorly guarded her window. The curtains were so thin that they were practically transparent whenever Lucy had on the lights in her bedroom. I doubt she was aware of how impractical and useless the curtains were. Through her window, visible from my room, was her computer chair. Whenever she sat in this chair, as long as it was dark outside, I could see her entire body...

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Clothesline Leather in Lawnville

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3 years ago
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Wetwoman phone vibrator

For a number of years I have used phone vibrators. Originally gifts from my husband which enabled him to excite me when our work took us away from each other.We live in the countryside and I can wear one in our large garden or when I walk on the footpaths which cross the lane in which we live and cross our neighbour farms.The vibrator is a bullet shaped one and is connected to a small phone linked unit which clips to clothing or a stocking top. Use of a mobile phone triggers about 20 seconds of...

2 years ago
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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS10E17 Ashley Mathews 29 from Newcastle Northern Ireland

This week’s show begins with that same old rusty bedstead, and that same old dirty mattress. Pausing to take in the magnificent filthiness of it, then pulling back to reveal the bare concrete floor around it, and to take in the harsh lighting. And then we hear our guest of the week approaching, quick little footsteps ... Light clicks on the studio floor. We pan round to see what we’ve got this week and see a slight, pale, small-boobed lady walking in quick, short strides ... She’s not is a...

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Aether Guardians

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Fantasy
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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...

Creampie Porn Sites
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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...

Cuckold Porn Sites
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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...

Extreme Porn Websites
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The Vibrator

We were three days into a week long visit from my two younger kids whho were visiting for spring break. It had been a pleasant day with the kids. Normal fun stuff, joking around, a long walk, catching a movie etc. My youngest child was complaining about her bedroom being too quiet because the fish tank at her mothers’ house made a buzzing sound. Immediately the older kids, including my 15 year old who lives with me full time, started trying to find solutions to the sound problem. After a few...

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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...

Incest Porn Sites
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