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Daddy's Sunday
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(Previous Story, The Rest of the Weekend with Daddy excerpt, Saturday Night)

I smiled looking up at him, "Now, you'll have to make it up to me. We still have tomorrow before Ashley is back, plenty of time for you to let me finish my Dream."

"Yes my darling daughter," he said. Then under his breath to himself, "Perhaps after Ashley returns, the other part of my Dreams can come true."

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Sunday morning, Dad had let me sleep in. That is if you call getting up at 8:00 am as being late. There was still coffee in the pot, orange juice in the fridge, and a few slices of bacon on the table. Munching on the bacon, I see out the window, several boarders are here already, preparing for the horse rides, with Dad doting on the parents as their daughters mount up. Zipping up my coat, I head out into the yard.

There really is only one employee on the farm; Jackson the farm manager, however, after school lets out and on the weekends, there are flocks of young schoolgirls around begging for jobs. None are ever hired to work, but if they help out, they are invited to special events.

As I went towards the office, I saw the Venetian blinds were down. Walking up close peering thru the slats, spread on the desk, was one of the girls. Her buttocks were bright red and I watched in fascination as Jackson raised his hand and spanked her cheeks hard grinning. She shrieked quietly, looking back at him with a whimpering smile and it looked like she said "More Please." I am still not sure why she was being what the spanking was for to this day.

Passing the office and out of the main barn, Dad was shoveling hay from the loft down to the floor refill the stalls. I waved at him smiling widely and climbed the ladder to the loft.

"So Daddy, did you have a Dream last night?" giggling as I said it to him. "Do you think it was as good as the one I had?" Stepping close and putting my arms around him, pressing my breasts to his chest, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. His face turned bright red.

"Frolic... about that 'Dream,'" he spoke quietly, "Things just got out of hand," he started to pull away, and I rubbed my hand on his crotch.

In seconds, I felt him stir as he caught his breath at my touch. I released him from my hug, dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants releasing him. With both hands on his cock, the head still stuck out. I kissed the tip softly, letting my tongue lick its tiny opening.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean Daddy," as my mouth opened and slowly started sucking his swollen member into my mouth. My lips were tightly moving along the shaft and I started humming as I took it in, giving him a shock at the feeling of my mouth.

"Are you sure things got out of hand? If things did, I certainly want them to continue this way. You have done this to Ashley while she sleeps. What would you do if we were both awake and did this to you?" shuddering at my brazen words.

"Oh My God," escaped from mouth, "How did you know.... I mean, how did you know that my ultimate Dream is to have both you and Ashley sucking on my cock, taking my seed?" He stammered with a ragged tone, clutching at my hair as I enveloped him.

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Ashley excitedly bounded into the front room and immediately started telling us what a fun time she had this weekend. Her friend's parents had taken both the girls to the big city and had shopped at a huge mall, ate dinner at a fancy restaurant followed by seeing a play at the Opera House. For a young country girl it was like heaven, so different from the life we now led at the farm, mundane chores and continuous boredom.

She hugged Daddy, grabbed my hand and fairly well dragged me to our room to talk. Sitting cross-legged on the bed facing each other, I mindlessly started to caress her legs and thighs as we talked and talked. I could not help seeing her light blue thong panties barely covered her little pussy. Her labia lips seemed to clutch at both sides of the thong, the bright pink of them, moved as she wiggled around. I felt the familiar tingling in my own womanhood and the dampening of my crotch.

"Oh, I see you missed me," Ashley giggled as she leaned down and kissed my wet crotch.
"Did I miss anything while I was gone?" she asked.

"Well," I began slowly, "You did miss something, but I'm not sure if you already know about this or not."

"Know about what? You've got me interested, what is it?" she asked quizatively.

"Um, have you like noticed when you wake in the mornings, there is crusty stuff on your boobies or a funny taste in your mouth?" I cautiously asked looking her straight in the eyes to judge her reaction. Did she really know, or was she really sound asleep and doing it u*********sly.

"Do you get that too? I was thinking my nose was running like a water faucet or something."

Now, I realized that she was not feigning sleep like I did; she really didn't know what Daddy was doing at night. Now was the time of truth, since Daddy seemed to try to tell me it was his Ultimate Dream to have us both suck his cock, I needed to tell her what was going on.

"Ashley, you know how when you and I play around and we cum. Well, what you are finding on your chest is really Daddy's cum. At night, when we are asleep, he comes to our room, pulls down our covers and jack's off on us. The last couple of weeks, he's been putting his cock in your mouth while you are sleeping and cumming."

"Oh My God" she exclaimed. "Really? That is so Hot! I have seen his thing when he takes his shower, sneaking into the bathroom while he's in there, playing with myself."

Smiling at her, "Yes, so have I had a few orgasms watching him in the shower."

"So, how do you know he's cumming in my mouth?" she asked.

"I've been acting like I'm sleeping, and watching him do it to you. I was jealous until Friday, with you gone, he did it to me."

"I think now that we both know what he's doing at night, we can... well, maybe get him to do it to us in the daytime, both of us at the same time. Would you like that? It just makes me want to cum thinking of the two of us slurping his big cock down our throats, licking his balls and playing with his butt."

"Stop it; you are making me so horny! Do you really think we could?" she excitedly asks.

"Well, I think that if you and I are naked waiting for him to come in at lunchtime, we can have a wonderful protein lunch! Interested?"

I could not wipe the smile off my face, thinking of the two of us pretty well attacking him, pulling his pants down and sucking his cock. Looking at her, all I saw was her mouth opening and her tongue licking her lips with a glint in her eyes.

"What time is it anyways? Is it lunch yet?" she giggled.

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For the next several hours, we planned our 'attack', in between munching on each other's box. It was exciting to hear her different ways of getting Daddy ready for us. From dressing up, like call girls to wearing nothing but our robes, until we came to a decision.

We would wear her little schoolgirl outfits with nothing on under them. Our blouses would be all but unbuttoned, breasts unfettered on display, nipples visible thru the thin white material, and our bare asses visible under the short skirts. We pranced in front of our mirror looking at ourselves.

We pulled and pinned her blouse in the back, making it tighter, making her pert 34A tits just pop out of the blouse at every movement. They looked glorious; it was all I could do to not keep suckling on them every time they were exposed. My own 36C's were proud in their own right and needed no enhancements to make them stand out.

As a final touch, we spanked each other's ass cheeks to a bright red and rubbed ice cubes on our nipples, making them stand up tall and taunt. We were ready. We went downstairs and waited for Daddy.

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We both stood leaning over the divider with our butts toward the living room entrance.
In the mirror on the sidewall, we both saw him enter the room, close the door and walk almost right up to us without looking up . We giggled loudly moving our butts back and forth, until he looked. The expression on his face was priceless. His face flushed even brighter than the red of our spanked ass cheeks. His mouth fell open and his eyes darted from one ass to the other.

We both turned simultaneously, leaning over slightly, allowing our breasts to be clearly visible to him as we did with our hands on our hips and pouting expressions on our faces.

"Oh Daddy! We thought you were never going to come to lunch." We looked at him, then at each other. With a nod, we moved to him, each kissing him, pressing ourselves against his chest, and our hands at his crotch. He was in shock, not moving or saying anything.

Dropping to our knees, we began removing his clothing, piece by piece, covering his body with daughterly wet kisses everywhere a piece of skin was showing until only his boxer shorts remained. His cock was now straining against the light material with the head just barely peeping out of the fly opening.

I crawled forward and licked the head as Ashley watched in amazement at my actions.
Moving back from him slightly, my hand went to Ashley's head, and I pushed her towards it.

"Now Ashley, do as you are told girl, give that little cock head a kiss and a lick." I sexily cooed in a low voice. She complied with my request, and gingerly kissed his cock. For him this was the first time her lips had willingly touched his cock after so many nights of doing it without her knowledge. I felt his legs wobble and quickly used my hands and body to steady him keeping him from falling over.

"Good Girl Ashley" I praised her, "Now, with your teeth, pull his boxers down and release his manhood so we can see it in it's glory."


Without hesitation, her teeth clamped onto the material at the crotch, and with her hair brushing his inner thighs, she pulled them down. They dropped to the ground in a heap when she released her bite, and he stepped out of them.

"Um, see Ashley, how wonderful he looks? His cock so hard. Touch him, not too much or he might come too soon." I commanded. With both hands, she reached up, cupping his balls in one hand and grasping his cock in the other. His cock jumped at her touch and I saw the tip start to dribble a bit.

"Sit down Daddy" gently pushing him towards his easy chair. Ashley did not let go of his cock as he stepped backwards to sit. "Now, we are your daughters, and we intend to take care of you since mommy is long gone from your life. Tell us what you want us to do."

His lips started moving but no words came from his mouth. It was as if he was dumbfounded. Knowing that he had been fondling my breasts already, and of course, fucking me, I took the initiative to offer up Ashley's little titties for his touch.

"Ashley, put Daddy's hands in your blouse. I think he wants to touch your pert little breasts and pinch your nipples. Keep stroking on his cock dear." She reached out and pulled his hand into her top. A slight moan escaped from her mouth, and a larger one from Dad. I watched his hand begin to grope my sister's breasts, one after the other, gently tweaking her nipples. I stepped behind Dad and pressed my breasts on either side of his head and shook them.

"Enjoying this Daddy?" I asked, moving to his side, taking his other hand and pressing it into my wet crotch.

"You can feel that I am hot and ready, can't you Daddy? I bet money that Ashley's little cunt is as wet as mine Daddy. Touch hers, let her feel your finger at her entranceway. Trace your fingers along her puffy young pussy." I cooingly whispered into his ear.

"Ashley, stand up, spread your legs for Daddy." As she stood, I saw him lick his fingers and go to her crotch immediately, no hesitation. I knew he wanted to touch it badly as his cock's precum flowed freely from the tip. Tracing her slit with his wet fingers for a few moments, I watched as he slipped his middle finger between the lips rubbing her gently. Her little clitty was standing like a tiny pea in a pod.

She half closed her eyes as he played with her, bending her knees, holding onto the side of the chair to steady herself. She started to hump up and down on his finger letting it slip deeper inside her vagina and I saw her orgasm within seconds, her cum running down his fingers onto his wrist.

"Daddy, you made her cum! Ashley, since you came on Daddy's finger, I think you should make him cum too. Put his cock in your mouth and suck him off. Make him cum in your mouth like he has been doing at night to you. This time, you are awake, and I expect to see you take that entire thing and swallow his lovely cum, and not let it just waste dribbling out of your mouth onto your titties."

The look on both their faces was one of pure ecstasy and anticipation. She knelt down leaning over the chair, her breasts hanging down the arm of the chair, and started licking the tip, tasting the dribbles. She pursed her lips and slowly slipped him into her mouth.
I slipped down to the bottom of his chair and sucked his balls into my mouth, licking them and holding them. I could feel them moving as Ashley's sucking on his cock made him start a light spasm of pleasure, not cumming, but a quivering of his cock. I dipped my fingers into Ashley's wet pussy, and at the same time, slipped one finger into Daddy's butt hole.

He grimaced slightly as it entered, but quickly the motions of Ashley's lips on his cock and my mouth on his balls, superseded his discomfort. I released his balls from my mouth and moved up to lick his shaft with Ashley. At each of her strokes upwards, I licked and nibbled at the side of his cock.

"Daddy, would you like to fuck my little sister Ashley? Her pussy is very wet, see." I pulled my fingers from her and lifted them to his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth tasting her on my fingers.

"Oh God, yes, I want to fuck her so badly, but I shouldn't, she is so young." he fairly whined almost inaudibly.

Laughing I asked, "Ashley, do you want to fuck your Daddy? To feel his cock inside you? To let him shoot his hot load of cum deep in your pussy?"

She nodded wantonly at me then spoke to him, "I want to feel that hard cock in me, Please Daddy!"

With a barely visible positive movement of his head, she climbed up and straddled him on the chair. "Help me Frolic, guide him into my little cunny.," she cried.

Clasping his shaft, I rubbed its tip against her tiny slit, opening it slightly, wetting the head on her juices. Teasing both of them for a minute, I went down on his cock deeply, feeling it deep in my throat, wetting it with my saliva, then rubbing it once more on her crotch. I watched in fascination as her little pussy lips seemed to open on their own and let his cock slide into her gently. Taking a hold on her ass, I pulled her down on his shaft, watching it slip in, hiding the tip of his cock.

"Do you feel his head in you Ashley? Wonderful isn't it dear. Beg me to let him put it further inside of you."

"I beg you Frolic, don't be so mean. I want to feel him all the way in me NOW!" she cried out, and with that, she lowered herself onto his cock. I watched it disappear further and further inside her. She was unable to take it all, but she started humping up and down, almost pulling out, then down again on it. She went further and further down on him, the cock still not fully buried into her.

Her breath was heavy, moans escaping her lips as she plunged up and down. Dad's breathing was also ragged. I watched his hips move upwards on her down strokes, trying to get himself deeper inside her. I saw her start to shudder with a climax, pushing down hard until finally her wetness and efforts to impale herself succeeded. Their pubic hairs met, as her cum poured down his cock, wetting them both. He was fully inside of her, holding her, he started to grunt and jerk, shooting a huge load of sperm into her. She thrashed feeling the hot cum inside her and held herself tight against him.

They stopped moving as if frozen in time, she had slumped against his chest, giving me a wonderful view of his cock pushed into her tiny pussy from behind. I started licking dad's cock and her pussy still coupled, with my tongue tasting them both.

As Dad's cock finally shrunk down and popped out of her pussy, I raised her buttocks with my hands and started sucking the sperm from her, licking and lapping like a dog, tasting and savoring the flavors. Having cleaned her out, I proceeded to nuzzle Dad's flaccid cock, licking and sucking him clean as well.

"See Daddy," with my face covered in their mutual cum, "You don't have to sneak into our room at night to cum in our mouths. We are both willing to please you in any or all ways, whenever you want us."

With that, his looked at his two daughters in disbelief, with a smile breaking across his face, "And it all started with a Dream."

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Sunday morning

Sunday mornings were always my favourite. Whether it was as simple as a long lazy lie in, or sitting with a cuppa and just talking and feeling close, it always made me feel good.This particular Sunday felt different though. Coming round from an unusually deep sleep I had an odd feeling, like a pressure in the head. I suddenly realised I couldn’t hear anything and as a moment of panic ensued I opened my eyes, but in that moment something was placed over them.Thoughts racing, it was quickly clear...

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Moms Sunday Night

My mom was divorced when I was very young. It was just her and me living together while I was growing up. I hate to admit but she was kind of slutty. And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church...

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Nice Sunday to worst sunday

Hello guys Hope everyone doing great and enjoy my true story Sorry again guys not very good English so grammar its not theirWe all enjoy our Sunday especially now it’s NFL Playoff guys into games so am I I just buy new big screen TV and love watching games at my on place.As I woke up on Sunday late morning around 11:30 am still im in my sweet bouquet layered baby doll (nitie) making coffee and doing dishes get my coffee sit on couch watching TV my cell phone ring one of good all Spanish she...

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Breakfast on Sunday chapter 1

*******************************************************************************DISCLAIMERTHIS STORY BELONGS TO KARENKAY HER PAGE MAY BE FOUND AT WWW.LITEEROTICA.COM.AND VARIOUS OTHER WEBSITESI AM ONLY POSTING MY FAVOURITE STORIES AS A FAN AND NOT TAKING CREDIT. I WISH TO SHARE MY FAVOURITES AND IF ANYTHING PROMOTE THE AUTHORS HANDYWORK FURTHER AS A CREDIT TO THIER WRITTING.SOME PARTS OF THE STORY ARE EDITED TO MAKE IT MORE EROTIC AND ENJOYABLE BY MY STANDARDS AND HOPEFULLY YOURS.... BUT ALL...

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My Super Sunday

So I got this opportunity to have sex with women of around 52 yrs of age. She is also like my aunty and her name is Nambana Khunur. She works in a bank as a clerk. Due to my banking transactions I need to visit bank and where I met and so to get the things done quickly I had made a pretty decent relationship with her. She is a divorcee her both sons are working abroad. So she feels lonely most of the times. She is around 5’4″ tall, fair complexioned and had the tightest of boobs. She also had...

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Living on a Dead End StreetPart One Sunday and Monday

Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep...

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SARAHS SUNDAY EXHIBITION

“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same age as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...

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SARAHS SUNDAY EXHIBITION

“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same page as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...

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Sunday Surprise

It was 20 years ago that it happened. It was like a dream or a male version of that old movie "Starman". When I was about 30 years old something or "Someone" strange happened to me. I could only find time in my busy job to run or walk for an hour a week. I had recently bought myself a pick-up truck as a treat. I decided to go looking for a quiet place to walk or run in and I remembered a place called 'Heber Downs Conservation Area' where I had taken, my now wife, Joan on a few picnics and...

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Bec4 The Wrong WardrobeChapter 25 Sunday Mischa

Editor’s Note: The next page is another extract from the journal of Mischa Doeple dated Sunday, December 5th. I guess today was Sunday. There are always more visitors on Sunday than any other day. I never get visitors but that’s a good thing. I never want to see any of my relatives except one and he can’t visit. But today, when I woke up, I was looking forward to seeing Bec’s family or her friends or whoever. How weird is that? I had another bad dream last night. I woke up in the middle...

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Sunday Night Football Sissy

Sunday Night Football Sissy It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our Sundays. Especially if you're a sissy slut like me. I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while...

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Two Birds a BlokeSunday Lunch

Phil had moved to London because of his job. He had worked in the company's Leeds office, serving the North of England, but he had been the brainchild behind such a successful campaign for double glazing, that the firm had insisted he move to the National office in London. He had been reluctant at first, he really didn't want to leave his family and friends, but the new salary was just too good to turn down. He now lived in an expensive apartment, with a brand new sports car and a host of...

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A Wet Sunday Afternoon in 1961

DAVE'S WET SUNDAY IN 1961 - WITH GODDESS GERALDINE It was a typical Sunday afternoon in England in late 1961, with the rain pouring down. My sister Wendy was expecting her best friend Geraldine to stop over for the night and they would both go off direct to school the following morning. Wendy and Geraldine were both 16 and I, Wendy's younger brother, Dave, was a couple of years younger at just 14. Our parents had gone out for the day to visit friends and were not expected back until...

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Sunday Stroll

David James moved up behind the skimpily clad, statuesque brunette and slid his arm around her waist. The girl, Emma Harris, flinched slightly and then appeared to relax as David whispered in her ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." David allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the girl's naked breast. In his opinion one of the few good things about the approaching Sa'arm invasion had been the sudden appearance of flesh amongst the female population. A fashion change that...

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Sunday Orgy

Five & Damon had shared an apartment for just over a year they were the best of friends but they both had totally different personalities. While Five was shy and very committed to his long-term girlfriend Joanne. Damon was loud and was in and out of relationships every other week. Five and Damon had an agreement on the apartment so to keep out of each others way the agreement was Wednesday to Saturday nights it was Five's night which meant Damon had to go out and Five had the apartment to...

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My Sundays as a Maid

My Sundays I look forward to Sundays. It is my favorite day. I know Mondays are dreaded because of work, but for me, Sundays bring to my soul what I miss all week. We have a routine by now where the kids spend Saturday night at grandmas. My wife picks them up after dinner Sunday evenings. This arrangement allows us time to be alone and indulge in some of our kinkier activities. This is a real story, my wife is very tolerant of my other side and our marriage has been wonderful since she...

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Third Sunday of the Month

Magnus weaved through the drunken crowds on the subway platform. He skipped the escalator, preferring to take the steps two at a time before emerging into the long blue twilight typical of Stockholm summer nights. The air was eerily still for the windy city and already saturated with the smell of beer and cigarettes. He continued his steady, determined pace past a group of laughing young women with long hair and short skirts. They eyed him up and down and smiled with approval. A tall brunette...

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Sunday Morning the Aftermath

Sunday - the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...

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Sunday session

Sunday Sessionbypenisleeve©The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I’d come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual urges was not on hand, If you’ll pardon the pun, so I sought an alternative. This was acceptable to Caz as long as...

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The Sunday before my husbands overseas business tr

It was the Sunday before my husband was going to fly overseas for his anual  business trip and meetings. His flight was on Monday morning at 10h30 which meant he would have to be at the air port by 7h00 to be safe. Unfortunately I was on my period that weekend and waking up Sunday morning early my husband was too awake and while I laid cuddling him my hand moved over his handsome body. My hand eventually made its way onto his cock, and he had a morning glory. What's this I asked my man.It's a...

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Sunday morning

It was a Sunday morning, I woke up as I usually do, and immediately head for the kitchen. I needed my morning coffee. It's a morning ritual. Of all the things I may or may not be, I am decidedly not a morning person. This one ritual trip to make coffee, drink it, and finally wake up is a distraction. It's a delay- a necessary delay to be sure, but a delay nevertheless from what I actually want to do. And what I actually want to do is be with him. I look across the lake and realize it has only...

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Super Sunday Shag

Everybody has a weakness or a trigger that gets them going . I can admit I have a few lol which is why I find it a challenge to ignore or switch off my arousal when presented with my favourite things. What am I talking about you ask ?? Am talking about the circle of people/friends I have that are friends but hot like the Caribbean sauce . You know those certain friends that do the casual flirting , innuendo's every now and then, ( I'll have to do another story with how this all started ) racy...

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Angels Week Of Religious Breeding Sunday Ce

I woke up and saw the morning light coming through the window. With a groan, I rolled onto my side, burying my head under the covers. But it was all for naught, as I heard momma cry out from the hall way, saying "Come on Angel. You'll be late for church." I sighed. With a deep sense of regret, I pushed the covers down below my waist, exposing my torso to the much cooler air temperature. My nipples suddenly exploded, just like they always do when I get chilled....or very aroused. Maybe this fine...

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Sunday on Sticky Street

SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam replied. “It wasn’t him," Michael replied, "it was all that lovely leather.” He giggled. “Besides, he was much...

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Sunday Fun At Office

Hi friends ,this is my first story on ISS and I hope that you will enjoy my story.I am george from kerala And this is a story told to be my friend.I found it interesting and decided to share it .Without boring you more lets get on to the story. It was a Sunday and I have come to the office for some shit work due to some client visit. I just came to office and since it was Sunday no one was there. Being Sunday I just came in a skirt and t shirt. I for the first time in my life came to office...

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Scintillating Sunday With Sunil 8211 Part 1

It was a wonderful and lucky Saturday morning for me both at work and at home with a message from Sunil nearly after three months. I felt elated when he told me that he would be free to meet me on Sunday morning after seeing his uncle (my neighbor & family friend in Chennai, who had to leave on emergency back home) off at city railway station. I asked him to join me for breakfast and spend the day with me, as I was alone (my family away for a week) and he readily agreed for it. I had a...

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The Visitor Monicas Diary Sunday July 16

The Visitor / Monica's Diary: Sunday, July 16 We were all moving a bit more slowly this morning than we usually do on a Sunday. We'd had considerably less sleep than we normally get on a Saturday night, and we hadn't had our customary time of preparation the evening before the Lord's Day. We felt uneasy and as if we were somehow running to catch up. When we gathered for breakfast, the girls and I immediately noticed how Timothy was dressed. We had expected the wig, another botched...

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Sunday Afternoon Alone in the Dunes

Sunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It's your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three cars. I...

Voyeur
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The Girl Next DoorSunday

On Saturday morning, fifty-something Trevor Neil had awoken with his own hand on his erect penis but on Sunday morning he was awaking with his nineteen-year-old neighbour Kelly Simpson's hand on his erect penis. They were in Kelly's bed having spent the night there after spending most of Saturday together.Things had happened rapidly since a barbecue the previous Sunday hosted by Kelly's parents, Fiona and Chris, at which next-door neighbour Trevor had been a guest. Despite the fact that the...

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A Routine Sunday

In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a good neighbour. That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex life was routine. So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked my wife’s cheek and drove...

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