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(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)

Saturday July 4th 0115hrs

I lay in my panties under the duvet, my pussy still yearning for its orgasm. Laying and playing slowly as much as I was horny I was so tired I must have dropped off. I awoke but did not open my eyes when I felt the softest touch of fingers on my forearm. I knew it was in the middle of the night and thought it was one of my two friends at first.
It wasn’t! I could smell his cologne. I knew I had smelt it before, it’s just I couldn’t remember whose it was. Then I realised my hand was still inside my thong. I must have fallen asleep while I had been playing. Feeling these fingers slowly and lightly running up my arm. That same arm attached to my fingers that were even now starting to stroke gently my clit.

How odd the feeling was knowing I was being touched by someone I did not know who while my fingers were making my clit so erect it felt like it was going to burst. How I wanted to just frigg it really hard and cum while he touched me without seeing his face.
I had to force my fingers to be still as his hand slowly glided along my arm and was touching the waist band of my thong. I could feel his fingers like a large spider slowly creep under my waistband and along my wrist towards my fingers.

My pussy was trying to devour my fingers as though it was saying come on I want you to play with me and my juices were boiling over inside me till they had started to run out of my pussy and down over my ass. It was then I heard the whisper and I knew who it was straight away.

“Mmmmmm I knew you were a sexy little slut, you have been playing with yourself.”

His voice was as soft as the breeze through the trees. It was her dad John. He had sneaked into my cabin and was in the process of touching my pussy again, only this time he was doing it under my thong. I tried so hard to keep my breathing under control and my fingers still.

His fingers felt along my slit, stroking and entering a little way. The feeling was fantastic. I wanted to shout him to fuck me hard but I lay there quite still as his fingers slowly removed mine and then set about to work on my pussy. Fighting continually not to let him know he had power over me I lay quite still.

You have to try and imagine it. Your pussy is being worked on slowly and gently using every trick you would normally play on yourself only with a lot more skill. Finally, after you can take it no more you allow your hips to lift slightly. Then the slightly becomes more and suddenly you are doing it faster.

He started to kiss my ears and neck and then onto my nipples now much braver than before as though he knew either I was enjoying it that much or was too frightened to do anything. In the meantime, my back was arched and I was vibrating like a string on a large bass. His fingers were the bow
Slowly the caress became less subtle and he was ramming his fingers into my pussy. For my part I was fucking his hand now for all I was worth. No quietness now as I moaned as I became closer and closer to my orgasm.
I couldn’t keep quiet any longer as I screamed in orgasm,

“IIIIIImmmmmmmmmmmmm Cummmmmmmmming!”

That sudden release was accompanied by the sound of his zip being pulled down. I looked not wanting to miss seeing only the second cock I had ever
seen in real life. I couldn’t believe the size of it. It was at least 10” and almost as thick as a baby’s arm.

He started to stroke it and my pussy which still was tingling from my orgasm was now wanting to try and devour this monster. I felt its head slowly push between my cunny lips stretching me at first and then almost ripping me while at the same time giving me an orgasm just by pushing it slowly fully inside me.
Gawd it was fantastic once I felt that full monster totally inside me. John stayed still at first and then smiling and playing with my tits with one hand and my clit with the other he started to move slowly at first and then faster. Soon I was fucking him as fast as he was fucking me.

I cannot put into words how exquisite it was when as I came for the umpteenth time I suddenly felt his balls tighten and he rammed deep into me and shot his load. It was like being douched with red hot water except much thicker and even gave me a cum feeling just by his cum hitting inside me.
He pulled out of me and leaning towards my face kissed me and whispered tomorrow we are going to train you to please a man and many men at the same time. Me I was just exhausted but I had to enter this in my diary before I fell asleep.

Saturday July 4th 0700hrs
Dear Journal

l awoke early and I am a little apprehensive about what Izzy’s dad has in mind to train me and while asleep dreamt a mixed-up dream of young naval officers and older men fucking me. It’s a new day and in some ways, I am excited in others nervous. Breakfast has just been delivered will write more later.
PS…. The steward is tall dark and handsome, with the brightest blue eyes and has me tingling all over!
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Saturday July 4th Noon
Dear Journal

Di and Izzy came to my stateroom dressed in the sexiest of bikinis at 9 this morning just as I was getting into mine. Di came straight over and started to kiss my shoulders and neck. She sent shivers down my spine. Izzy not one for hanging about just pulled my bikini bottoms down and straight away was fingering my pussy lips and clit. Then sinking to her knees started to lick my pussy. It was as she tasted inside my pussy she pulled away.

“You have a man’s cum inside here. Mmmmm the taste is lovely who was it which of the men has fucked you already?”
I didn’t know what to say so thought let’s be the mysterious one and blushing said,

“That’s for me to know and you to find out hehehehehe!”

I was getting pretty close to an orgasm with both of them working on me. Already my juices were running out of me and Izzy was slurping up for all she was worth. My moans must have alerted the steward who had brought my tray and he pushed open the door to find me sucking and finger fucking Di.
While she was doing the same to Izzy and Izzy was well on the way to making me cum. The interruption didn’t seem to faze the two others though I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. He closed the door behind him and dropping his pants showed a nice hard cock.

It wasn’t as big as Izzy’s dads but it was hard and thick. Pushing Di away from Izzy he plunged it hard and deep into Izzy who fairly screamed into my pussy just as I came. I gushed that much Izzy was almost drowned as the steward rammed in and out of her grunting as he suddenly forced himself in deeply and shot his load. With Izzy screaming,

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Gawdddddddddd Yes!”

Di lay still fingering herself as I was tonguing her but I could tell she wanted the guys cock. As he pulled out of Izzy I switched and grabbing hold of his now flaccid cock I started to wank it.

Di shouted, “Suck it, Go on Suck it!”

As I looked at the soft member in my hand I began to move my mouth forward. So, this was why Izzy called it a lunch box. First, I let my tongue tentatively touch the head. The taste was fantastic. I could taste Izzy on him but also this sort of white creaminess with a faintly salty tinge.
I started to suck the head and Di said go on wank with your hand while you suck it so I did. I couldn’t believe that sucking it would make it bigger I thought maybe you blew it up but sure enough it grew harder and longer while it was in my hand and lips.

The feeling of this man’s cock slipping between my lips and mixed with the taste and Di’s moaning and Izzy who was finger fucking me again was almost too much for me to bear. All of a sudden Di shouted for me to put it in her.
Being honest he had started to ram it so far into my mouth it was going down my throat making it difficult for me to breathe and yet delightful at the same time. I held his tumescent manhood which seemed to throb in my hands as he tried fucking into my fist and mouth.

Pulling him across to Di who was now on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air. I placed his cockhead between her lips and was fascinated to feel his cock slide between my fingers and into her hole. I had never felt anything like it as he rammed deep into her allowing me to feel his body slap against my hand. As he continued I felt first him tense up and his prick seem to grow in my fingers and then heard Di start to shout she was cumming and then his deep growl as he shouted,

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

It didn’t seem to mean anything but the power in it, the feel as his cum shot up his cock mixed with Di’s shout almost had me cumming again. We sort of lay and Di casually told him,

“Okay, you best get back to your duties in case you’re missed!”

He dressed quietly and smiling left the cabin. As for us, I was glad we were now on the pill. We checked ourselves over and headed out to the sun deck and the pool. I could see the crew as they wandered about each checking us out surreptitiously. Izzy’s dad was on the lounger with a drink.

Diving into the pool in my little black bikini I surfaced and to make sure he knew I was taunting him. I floated on my back letting him see me and all my curves. It’s sort of funny when you think, I am having sex with his daughter and he is fucking me. The thought turned me on, maybe I was becoming a pervert.
We stayed on the deck sunning till we had to come and get dressed for dinner. I thought I would wear the little micro mini with my dance top which was more like a bra and nice thong to lunch. More later when I have something to write.

Saturday July 4th 1900hrs

Dear Journal
I am a bit disappointed as Izzy’s Dad John has made no move to get in touch with me. So much for training me to please a man. Still not sure what he meant about the many men either. Di and Izzy haven’t mentioned who I was fucking just as well as my disappointment in him not trying to speak may have boiled over.
Though I probably wouldn’t really as I may lose my two bestest friends. I have decided to put on my little black Versace Cocktail dress for dinner, it’s a little small and so my tits will really stand out. I know he kept looking at me but I want John to want me. Just so I can refuse him you understand for not trying to be with me.

Saturday July 4th 2340hrs
Dear Journal

Dinner was excellent, a normal Independence Day celebration. Watching that young naval officer was great though, Di and Izzy seem to have a competition to see which of those two can get him into bed first seeing as I have told them it wasn’t him that had fucked me on that first night. John still has me disappointed. He has spent all the time flirting with this older woman, the cow! I wanted to scratch her eyes out.

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Lost Lambs Little Red Journal 2Masturbation and Nudity

3/26/---- lying naked on the floor in my room listening to “I’ll Be Your Inspiration.” dancing in front of the window that work to me as a mirror.  Screw clothesWithout any real relationships, I was constrained to my own sensuality and imagination.  At a certain point in my life, I began staying up or getting up again late at night to dance naked in my room to a stereo turned quiet enough so that I was the only one in the house to hear it. I would listen to techno music and gyrate as...

True
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December Swap Meat Journal Entry

December chill has hit us but I still long for attention and fun. A few recent swingers parties were okay at best — but they keep me hungry for more.I'm very fortunate that I live this lifestyle and I wish that I’d started younger. My husband is awesome — he just is. I never really write about him much because he doesn't know I keep this journal. And he certainly doesn’t know about some of the things I do. They would probably crush him. I step out more than I should but we have a “don't ask,...

Swingers
2 years ago
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My November Journal Entry

My birthday was on a Sunday and all I had planned was a swinger’s club visit and some husband fun. I didn’t expect much to happen but I was hoping it would as the start of November had been disappointing, nothing other than a dud swinger’s party. In the event, I had a great romantic weekend on my birthday and hubby’s birthday was on the horizon as well. All good signs.I'd been bored to tears during the work week and I masturbated like a teenager to on-cam guys who had huge cocks. I had happy...

Cheating
3 years ago
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The Secret Confessions Of Bella Journal One

Journal One 7/7/16 It's a funny thing, really. I used to be one of those shy and reserved girls during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. I had a close group of friends and everything, but I was never known as the most outgoing or the most popular. I usually avoided going to school dances because it was just so far from my comfort zone (having the entire school watch me dance? no thanks), and I would hesitate talking about anything sexual in front of my friends because, well, I...

First Time
2 years ago
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The Sissy Journal Vol 001

This is a journal every sissy should read. Hope you like it, more to cum ;) by Lady Jayne Hills, Detroit Sissy Society CEO and True Boss Bitch. The Sissy Journalby Lady Jayne HillsDetroit Sissy Society CEO and True Boss BitchDay : 03/13/2019Time : 1:30 PMHow : Gr****rWhere : His Place - HouseName : ? 001 ?He hit me up on gr****r. We chatted and swapped pics. Sent girly pics first, then boy pics. He wanted to meet up right away. I went over to his house in boy clothes. He lives only a few blocks...

2 years ago
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MORE of MOMS JOURNAL

Sorry for delay in adding more but has been a hitch of a summer. Wife and I read more of MOMS journal over weekend, well I read it out loud as she sucked my dick. Picked up early spring when I was 15 , started when mom, dad, John and I were in church, we always say in back row, where most of us white folk sat, as minister was giving sermon said the deacon that she had sucked off at motel several times slid a note to her, when she looked back at minister he was looking at her with a smirk on his...

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MOMS JOURNAL 3

Back again, after reading in journal about the conference mom and Patty were repeatedly fucked and fed cocks to suck there was a calender gap of a couple weeks, I assume while Moms cunt, ass and jaws healed and got over soreness. There were no party's during that time in our rec room either, Jerome and Travis were at a loss too told me their dad's weren't talking about mom anymore, John next door wasn't coming over and at time we thought it was done, that mom had been used and abused at...

2 years ago
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Stories from wifes journal cont 2

**I am doing my best to put her diary (journal)entries into story form.and keep it all connected. She must be writing in parts of her experiences that were more important first then filling in. also her english is not great so i do my best here. Even now she does not know i copied the journal , i wish i could have witnessed her escapades as they happened. but now that i know her very sexy secret life , i am more turned on than ever.**... i got a call from Artie.(this is her college friend) he...

3 years ago
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The Journal of Jonathan Harker

The Journal of Jonathan Harker By Robin O. My name is Jonathan Harker. I had been looking for employment since I graduated from college six months ago with a degree in Eastern European history. My resume and photo on the Internet had not garnered me any job offers. In fact, I hadn't even had an interview. Then, I received an e-mail from an employment agency working for a prospective employer in Romania offering me employment as a personal secretary. As a college exchange student, I...

2 years ago
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Journal is read

She was my 8th grade teacher. She was tall, a few pounds overweight, always dressed in skirts or dresses, and wore her makeup as if she was going out on the town. I loved her in 8th grade, and now, as a 18 year old college student and the PE teacher at the same grade school, I loved her even more. She and her lawyer husband, Kenny, knew how cash strapped I was so they were constantly giving me odd jobs around the house, at his law office, or house sitting to make ends meet. I...

2 years ago
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My Sex Journal The New Years Eve Kiss

Don, for those of you who haven't yet read my earlier journal entries, Don is my father. As a child, he was something of a Boy Edison and had acquired his first pattern by the age of sixteen. He had two more by the time he graduated from high school. He's never invented anything that changed the world, like Edison's light bulb or phonograph, but they did earn him a sizable income. Like Edison, he started out with a tiny workshop but now has several large buildings behind our beautiful, old...

Incest
4 years ago
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A Short Journal Entry For Covid Times

This Covid world has been very difficult for everyone and, as swingers, my guy and I have barely played with anybody. The parties around here have really not been worth taking the obvious risk.I’ve managed to have some fun and my husband and I have played a few times — but I've spent more time trying to find worthy adventures as you can read in my journal entries.I’m always seeking new people but nobody, male or female, has jumped out at me for some time. Then, last week at work, I got a notice...

True
4 years ago
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The Journal Revisited

Last few entries of a journal found among the belongings of Sgt. Douglas McBride. 2004 March 15, 2004 I was crushed. In the six months that I have been stationed in the Middle East, I have sent and received over one hundred letters and emails to my wife of three years. At first, her letters or emails arrived daily, sometimes even more than once a day. Most of my pay was going to our joint bank account in Kansas were we lived when I was stationed in the United States. I should have suspected...

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Summer of 1992Chapter 2 Kelleys journal Part one

My name is Kelley Anne Harvey. I began recording my private thoughts and my most intimate activities after reading my boyfriend's journal. I'm already discovering how therapeutic it can be to describe what I do and how I feel. Through this journal, I hope to get to know myself better. Since this file will be for my eyes only, I promise to be honest and hold back nothing. Truth, no matter how brutal, shall reign. I was born Kelley Anne Ellis on the nineteenth of April, 1968, to Edwin and...

3 years ago
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Lucys Journal

Many weeks went by and my mind was never far away from that journal I saw Lucy writing in. The titles stirred my imagination and I was about to get my first look within days. Lucy was going away on a training session for work with a few of her colleagues and I knew I could take a peek while Linda was at work. I stayed over at Linda's the first night knowing that I would have the place to myself once she had left for work the next morning. I was at the kitchen table when Linda came over and gave...

2 years ago
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Hubbys naughty journal and my dirty life

Where exactly was I going with all this? I now had a girlfriend who I had special feelings for over and above the sexual fulfilment and a guy who I felt the same about too. And they were friends, former lovers, and lived close to each other.I had to make plans to go and see them both in England, but who should I stop with? Who did I want to see most? It was awkward.As soon as I had arrived back from the airport having dropped Yvonne off, Gary wanted to chat about things. Normally, he would want...

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Rons Journal 03A

Author’s note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. This is pretty much a standalone story, but I highly recommend that you read all previous chapters anyway. ******************** 5A: On...

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Rons Journal 05A

Author’s note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. This piece can be appreciated without having read all the previous chapters. But read them anyway. ******************** 9A: Don’t Know...

1 year ago
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Rons Journal 04A

Author’s note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. This piece can be appreciated without having read all the previous chapters. But read them anyway. ******************** 7A: Fucking in...

4 years ago
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Rons Journal 05B

Author’s note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. For readers’ convenience, most Spanish language speech and signals are given in loose English translation. This piece can be appreciated...

3 years ago
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The Courtesans Journal Ch 1

I will begin with explaining that there is nothing extraordinary about me. I was born into a modestly wealthy family of a reasonable social class. Having lost my parents rather early in life, I was shipped off to my grandmother’s where an army of servants and sycophants could ensure my proper education. In person, I am a tall woman with a dark look about me that has always ensued comparisons to gypsies or the fey. I am somewhat statuesque and have always maintained a wardrobe of jewel tones...

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