Housewives of Valley County Ch 04b
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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.
******************** 8A: Fucking around at my little sister’s, 1971
After my episode with Paul, I reached my little sister Lyn’s San Boogaloo (San Bernardino) house, a little studio casita in a courtyard. Night had fallen. The house was dark. Asleep already? I lay in the hammock outside her door, gazed at what stars I could see through the smog, and thought and thought.
Lyn fed me breakfast in the morning, filled me with bad coffee, dutifully tried to sing along as I played harmonica, and then went back to her carvings. Her job was to make originals that would be cast to make molds for craft-store kits. Nice work if you can get it. She usually tuned her radio to a jazz station out of L.A.
Lyn is medium height (compared to me) with an oval face, long dirty blonde hair, nice bubbly tits and ass, strong legs, skillful hands. Her usual expression includes nervous laughter. She wore short-shorts, a thin halter-top, and huarache sandals this morning.
I looked at her trim figure, mentally compared her to the girls I’d had, and to Paul.
I thought, ‘What the fuck am I doing here? Where do I go now?’
The answers I came up with led me out of L.A., back to San Francisco. But first, I stayed with Lyn a while, and thumbed around some more.
I retrieved my guitar and rucksack and stuff from Hollyweird. Lyn had issued me an open invitation to stay with her. Her casita included a walk-in closet with a little outside window. She did not use this tiny room, so it became my bedroom, just big enough for a queen bed mounted on steel milk crates and a plywood plank, with a broomstick overhead for hanging clothes. My other paltry stuff went into the milk crates or hung from wall or door hooks.
Lyn’s was not my only invitation.
‘Hey big guy, I see you around here a lot, who are you? You ain’t Lyn’s boyfriend, are you? By the way, my name’s Clarita. You got a name? You got a job?’
‘Uh, hi Clarita, I’m Ron, and I’m Lyn’s brother, not her boyfriend. And no, I don’t work around here.’
‘Yeah, I knew that, she told me so. I just wanted to see if you were another fucking liar.’
Clarita was a curvy olive-skinned Chicana about shoulder-high to my 6’5′ frame, similar to Lyn, with shoulder-length black hair, a heart-shaped face, and blinding black eyes. Her tight navel-baring yellow Tweety Pie tee (no bra) and short denim cutoffs nicely showed her hourglass figure and bicycle-toned legs.
I wore my own denim cutoffs, and an unbuttoned khaki shirt from a military surplus store, and my size 16 red Keds. My black hair was not quite as long as hers was. I was clean-shaven except for a wide moustache.
Clarita lived in her studio casita across the courtyard from Lyn’s. The front was planted with cacti, big pancake opuntias with nasty barbed spines. Clarita’s character was rather sharp and barbed too.
‘So if you ain’t working, how you gonna live?’
‘Hey, I just got here. I’ll do day labor. I know where the Manpower office is, it’s not far. And Lyn lets me stay with her.’
‘Yeah, Lyn told me all that too. So I haven’t caught you lying yet. You had lunch already? You hungry?’
—
Thus began my funtime with Clarita. She invited me to eat. She invited me to play guitar. She invited me to tell stories. She invited me and Lyn for dinner, and before- and after-dinner wine, and more guitar music and stories. She invited us to stay the night in her king bed. Lyn declined, I accepted. Turns out, I did not use my little bedroom at Lyn’s very much.
After Lyn left that night, Clarita snuggled up to me, sniffed me, and grimaced.
‘Oh boy, you smell like you been out in the sun too long. So do I. Let’s fix that.’
Clarita stood. She stripped off her tee, kicked off her sandals, and dropped her shorts and panties.
‘C’mon guy, the shower is over here.’
I quickly got naked and followed her.
We lathered. We scrubbed. I knew of secret of head-rubs, so I spent a long time working shampoo into her thick hair, and scratching her scalp, and rubbing her neck and shoulders under the fall of hair. She came groaning under my flexible fingers, a soft climax, her knees buckling, leaning against me, her tan arms wrapped around me to keep from falling. We had not even kissed yet.
‘Wow Ron, you’re pretty good at that! What else can you do? When you gonna do it?’
‘Give me a chance and I’ll have you howling at the moon like a wild wolf in Texas, how does that sound?’
‘If that’s a promise, I’m gonna hold you to it.’ She held my stiffened cock then.
‘No promises, just a strong declaration of intent.’ I lightly fingered her slit.
‘Maybe we should know each other better.’ She pulled my head down and kissed me.
The water was cooling so we dialed the shower off. We stood in the good-sized shower stall, dripping wet, our mouths and bodies welded together, our hands roaming over every exposed surface, our glands oozing. We broke off after some immeasurable span of time, still dripping. Clarita grabbed my hand and led me out.
‘We gonna dry off before we go to bed, Clarita?’
‘We don’t need no fucking towels. Get your skinny ass out here.’
The door next to the shower led to a small back yard, just a couple hundred square feet, loosely lined with tiles with grass growing in the gaps. A warm breeze wafted over the high fence, over us, air-drying us as we waltzed to the rhythm of a distant train’s clackety-clacking. The half-moon was pale pink from smog.
‘OK big guy, show me what you can do now.’ She led me inside, to her bed.
I pushed Clarita on her back, raised and spread her knees, put her feet flat on the bed. She raised her torso on her elbows to watch me. I kissed her left foot, her calf, her knee, her thigh. My hands rubbed her flesh around my kisses. I nuzzled her thick black muff. I kissed down her right leg, then back up. I slowly licked her slit from bottom to top, tasting her spicy juices.
‘Oooh, that’s nice…’
I slid up, kissed her navel, her belly, the valley between her breasts. I circled my tongue around one aureole, then the other. I kissed between her breasts again, then up to her neck, her chin. I lightly licked around her mouth, not on or in it. I kissed her nose, her closed eyelids, her forehead.
I moved back to her mouth. Her lips opened to mine. Her tongue embraced mine as our arms embraced each other. My hard cock slid past her labia.
‘You’ve got me pretty wet…’
I slid back down a little. I sucked her right nipple, softly at first, then harder, then moved to her left side, then back. I worshiped her breasts for several minutes as she moaned and twitched.
I moved further down, nuzzled her muff again, kissed her inner thighs, back and forth, with little licks of her cunt, some fingering around the margins of her orifice. Then I got serious. I drew arcane symbols on her labia with my tongue. I licked deep into her vagina, then licked from there to her clit, while gently sliding one finger, then two, into her depths. She was gasping now, and regularly moaning, ‘oh… oh…’
When I twiddled my inserted fingers and sucked hard on her clit, she came hard and wet and loud for the first time. I eased off but kept going. She came again, and again a few minutes later. Her hands clawed into my hair, then pushed me away.
‘Sweet fucking Jesus, that was great! When am I gonna get you inside me?’
‘After we have mor
e fun first. Get over here!’ I pulled her into a 69.
Clarita inhaled my cock pretty well. I sucked her pussy even better. My nose was in her tunnel, drowning in pussy juice. My tongue played with her clit pretty well. She came again, and again. I was almost close.
I rolled her off me. ‘OK, let’s fuck now.’ I spread her legs and went missionary on her. I pounded at varying paces and depths, then faster. She tweaked my nipples. I roared, and came, and spewed great gobs of vasectomy-sterile goo into her, coating her womb futilely, overflowing her receptacle. She screamed in my ear till my head rang.
I braced myself on my elbows and kissed her. She devoured me. After some time, my cock softened and fell from her, and she pushed me off to the side.
‘Holy fuck, that was incredible! Your tongue is even better than a girl’s is, and your cock is just simply fucking amazing! Let’s do it again, OK?’ Clarita gushed.
‘Give me a couple minutes to recharge and I’ll be right as rain.’ I squeezed her tits.
A knock at the door. Lyn’s worried voice: ‘Are you alright Clarita? Is everything OK?’
‘Lyn baby, you got the best fucking brother in the world! Everything’s just great here!’
‘OK, just don’t kill each other, OK you guys? And shut up now, the rest of the court is trying to sleep.’
We kept fucking. We were almost quiet. The morning alarm bell rang too soon.
—
I borrowed Lyn’s three-speed bike. Clarita got on her own bike. We rode the not-too-great distance to the shop she clerked and the nearby Manpower office. I signed in, and was assigned to my first of several days loading furniture into moving vans. The weather was hot, so I worked in cutoffs and Keds. End of the day, Clarita and I biked back together and showered and ate and drank and fucked and all the rest.
‘You’re something else,’ Clarita told me over a dinner of enchiladas and beer. ‘I usually prefer girls, but Lyn said you were a nice guy, so I thought I’d try you out, and you sure know how to fuck! You’d maybe like other girls here too? You mind having my girlfriend over?’ She circled my ear with her fingers.
We sat side-by-side at her dining counter. I ran my hand up her thigh, under her panty-less shorts, brushed her muff, then lightly ran my finger along her slit. ‘The more, the merrier,’ I said, as my finger pushed into her juicy vagina. She shivered. I pulled out my wet finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked her juices off and smiled.
We finished dinner. I had her for dessert. Yummy. Later, we cleaned up, and she dialed her phone.
‘Juana baby, what you doing? Nada, hey? Well come on over, I wanna see you, yeah, right now. You know I do. Clean up and get over here. Yeah, love you too, baby-kins. Get here now. Bye.’
Clarita turned to me. ‘I want to set this up right. You wait over there after she gets here, OK? Let’s take a quick shower now. Watch those hands!’
We lit a candle in the kitchen area, and another in the far corner of the studio room, beyond the bed. We turned off the electric lights. Clarita pulled a sheer thigh-to-bust wrap over her bare body. I pulled on shorts. We sat on the edge of the bed and necked.
A knock at the door, Clarita opened up, dragged a woman inside, a slightly larger and softer version of herself, wearing the usual sandals and cutoffs and red tee.
Clarita and Juana embraced, kissed, hummed.
‘Oh, I’m so glad to see you, baby. Juana, this is Ron, you know, Lyn’s big brother. Don’t mind him. C’mere now, I want you, baby.’
Clarita led Juana to her bed. Juana kicked off her sandals. Clarita hugged Juana, pulled her down onto the bed. They made-out energetically. I stood in the kitchen area, quietly slicing veggies for an upcoming stew.
I watched Clarita and Juana undress each other, rolling on the bed, their bodies lit only by the two flickering candles in opposite corners of the room. I slid my shorts off my legs and stood naked.
Clarita leaned back against the bed’s headboard with Juana cradled sweetly in her arms, Juana’s back into Clarita’s belly, Clarita’s hands fondling Juana’s generous breasts, Juana’s face turned into Clarita’s kiss. Clarita moved out from under Juana, lay beside Juana’s right side, and pleasured Juana’s tits while their mouths locked in a kiss.
Clarita gestured to me. I climbed into bed on Juana’s left side and kissed her breast. Juana stiffened.
‘Hey baby, relax, it’s Ron, and he’s really really good, you gonna love this, I promise,’ Clarita soothed.
‘Clarita, are you sure about this? You know what men have done to me before.’ Juana stayed tense.
‘Don’t worry, baby, everything’s gonna be all right, if you don’t like something, just say stop, OK?’ Clarita whispered to her lover.
I rubbed Juana’s shoulders. ‘Hey, your muscles are really tight, that can’t feel good. I can help there. Here, just roll over on your belly.’
Clarita and I rolled Juana into position. Juana did not protest much. I knelt beside her.
I started gently kneading the knots in Juana’s neck and shoulders, with lighter rubs down her upper arms and back, then back to the tenseness. ‘Clarita, get me the cocoa butter, yeah.’ I worked the rub into Juana’s skin, from the bottom of her shoulder blades up to the back of her head under her long black hair.
‘Is this OK with you, Juana?’ I asked. She murmured in the affirmative.
Juana was much looser and breathing easier and more regularly. Clarita held her head and kissed her. I applied more cocoa butter, starting at Juana’s heels and working up, rubbing into the backs of her calves and thighs, up to her bouncy butt. Nothing intimate, no excursions to orifices, just a gentle rubdown.
‘That feels real nice, Ron,’ Juana sighed. ‘Do me some more please?’
I straddled Juana’s back, kneeling above her hips. I worked from one hand up to her shoulder, then the other hand, then down her back and flanks, just brushing the sides of her breasts. I slid down further and worked into her butt. I turned around, straddled her butt, and worked up her legs from heel to crotch.
I skootched off Juana and looked at Clarita. Clarita said, ‘Time to roll over, honey.’
Clarita kissed one of Juana’s breasts. I smooched the other, and moved to Juana’s belly, and spread her legs. I climbed between her knees and kissed her thighs. Clarita kissed Juana’s mouth and massaged her breasts. I took my tongue to Juana’s slit. I tongue-fucked her pussy. Clarita tongue-fucked her mouth.
‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK FUCK FUCK OHHH…’
Juana came once, twice, three times in close succession, yelling into Clarita’s mouth, spurting a little into my mouth, thrashing on the bed, her thighs nearly crushing my head. She relaxed and gasped.
‘You guys are so fucking hot,’ Clarita breathed, ‘I can’t wait any longer, do me now Ron, please please.’
I positioned Clarita on her hands and knees. Juana scooted under Clarita, they mouthed each other’s firm breasts. I lined up behind Clarita, put my hot little head between her wet labia, and smoothed inside. I started with slow long strokes, then speeded up, finally pounded away. Clarita squealed into Juana’s tits.
I slowed my pistoning to a slow crawl. Clarita moaned. I pulled out of her, flipped onto my back, slid between her thighs, pulled her pussy down onto my mouth, and sucked her clit. I moved two fingers inside her vagina and stroked in and out. She moaned louder, ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, Juana you gotta try that cock, oh fuck, oh Ron Ron Ron…’ and pushed Juana out from under her.
Clarita sat up on my face. I reached for her breasts and kneaded them gently, my tongue still licking her clit and thrusting into her vagina. I felt a warm mouth envelop my cock, Juana tasting her lover’s juices. Then Juana lowered her pussy onto my randy ramrod. I felt her shiver as she settled me into her depths.
Clarita turned around on my mouth to face Juana. I c
ould not see, but I could tell they were kissing and fondling. Juana moved quickly on my cock, up and down and around. I felt Clarita lean forward to kiss Juana’s tits. I held Clarita’s breasts. Juana’s fingers tweaked my nipples. I felt Juana’s cunt muscles contract and grab my cock and convulse as she came. My cock rejoiced, and I exploded inside her. I roared into Clarita’s pussy, and licked and sucked harder. Clarita came wetly again, drowning my embedded nose.
We fell over and groaned together. The women slid beside me. We embraced, kissed, cuddled, cooed, and slept.
We woke around oh-dark-thirty with the candles guttering low. We dragged ourselves to a hot shower and an outdoor air-dry, then crawled back into bed. I 69’d Clarita and she came. I 69’d Juana and I came in her mouth. The women 69’d and both came. We snuggled together and slept again, till the too-early alarm bell.
—
Juana came to Clarita’s casita that evening for another hot session. After the usual disturbing-the-peace noises, we cuddled. Juana talked to us in the descending darkness.
‘This is the most fun I’ve had for a long time. Clarita, how did you get this vato loco here?’
‘Lyn told me all about her big brother, that he’s a good guy, and kinda a hunk, even if he is so tall and skinny. Then he showed up at her place and sort of moved in. I thought I’d check him out. He checked-out OK, don’t you think?’ Clarita stuck her tongue down my throat.
‘Yeah, you’re something else, Ron. Hey guys, I got another girlfriend, I think she might like Ron too, we can all have fun together, what you say? Y’know Clarita, it’s Lara I’m talking about, she’s real hot.’
‘I would be honored,’ I intoned gravely, rubbing their chests.
‘You would be fucked,’ Clarita laughed and slapped my thigh.
‘Yeah, well that too,’ I said, and lightly stroked their slits.
Juana picked up Clarita’s phone and dialed. She shushed us.
‘Hey Lara honey, it’s Juana, how you doing? You busy tonight? You busy now? Get on your moped and ride over to Clarita’s now, yeah, right now, no delays, no excuses. Wait, clean up first, then get your butt in here, yeah, it’ll be fun, I promise. See you soon lover, bye.’
We all showered and lit some candles. We straightened the bed and sat naked, cross-legged, three in a row, me in the middle. We chatted and joked as we waited, maybe stroked some thighs a bit, and some genitals, but nothing serious, just good clean fun, right? Oh, and a little kissing too.
We heard a putt-putt noise approach and stop outside, then a knock on the door.
‘Come in!’ Clarita called.
The door opened. Lara walked in and stopped.
‘Surprise!’ Clarita and Juana yelled.
‘Oh goody, a surprise party, and it’s not even my birthday!’ Lara laughed. She quickly shed windbreaker, sundress, sneakers and panties. She crawled next to Juana, pulled her over, and frenched her lover.
I saw that Lara was between the heights of Clarita and Juana and about my age. She had long soft fluffy blonde hair, thin face, long nose, a lean well-muscled runner’s body, not too wide in tits and hips.
‘Who’s this big present you got for me?’ Lara asked when she resurfaced from Juana’s clasp.
‘You know Lyn, across the court? Ron is her big brother. Lyn said he was a good guy. Clarita and I have found that he’s an EXCELLENT guy. He’s almost too much to keep for ourselves. I just had to get you here to share him with us. You really have to get a piece of him, several pieces even.’
OK, so I am a hunk of raw meat, and they are divvying me up between them, and I have no say in the matter. I have no problem with that!
‘Well if you say he’s OK, then fine, but I’d better see for myself.’
Lara knocked me over and crawled atop me. Our mouths engaged in tender battle. I noticed that Clarita and Juana were wrapped up with each other. Pretty soon, Lara and I were wrapped together too, then 69’ing, then cowgirl riding, then missionary fucking, and we both had great fun.
We were not alone. At various points, Lara was down with me in her cunt and Juana on her face, or I was down with Clarita riding me and Lara on my face, or Juana was down with Lara on her face and Clarita licking her cunt and me fucking Clarita from behind. We really mixed it up.
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So you probably missed, buried among the musings on my crush EK, this line:Day after birthday/---CWhy do I want him I spent the evening socializing with other choir people. I thought of a new way to do what? I lost my train of thought.It seems innocuous enough nestled among the hormone-driven sexual cravings of a teenage mind. An evening with choir people could mean one of two things. Either I was on a bus trip to watch an opera or I was at a collaborative retreat with some choirs from...
TrueThis morning my best friend, Cindy and I were talking. She asked me if I kept a journal, I told her I didn't. She told me her mother had kept one as a girl, and had started her on one when she was young. I asked her what she wrote in it.Cindy told me she wrote all of her special activities and stuff like that. She told me I should start one too. So when I got home from school, I got out this big notebook and decided, since I had recently discovered the joys of sex, that I wanted to start a...
Your sister has always been a bit wild, but she seemed to settle down when she got married. Now however, she’s been divorced and left alone to raise her son. Things seemed rough but now, now something isn’t right. And so you’ve found yourself poking around her place while her son and her went on a trip to NYC, looking to see if your haunch was right. when you found her journal. With shaking hands you open the journal to the start and look at the date, it seems like she started writing a few...
Incest(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)Page Six:Tuesday July 8th 0800HrsDear Journal: I had had the weirdest of dreams during the night and like a lot of dreams couldn’t remember it completely. The knock on the door brought the dishy steward in with the breakfast trolley and while he laid out the breakfasts we all took our time...
(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)Page One: I received this journal in a parcel my mum sent me but have never written in it till now. I am going to try to keep a memoire of all the things that happen to me, I don’t expect anyone to read this private view into my life.Friday July 3rd 1230hrsDear Journal, just a quick entry as...
Fast forward several years to when I found moms journal in a box in attic, as soon as I started reading it I remembered the "managers conference" she was taken too a few weeks after being asked by the black manager who was organising it. I glanced thru journal seeing there were several times mom was gang fucked that I didn't know about, finally came to entry a few days after mom and Patty had fucked several older black men, the one that asked if he could call mom did the Thursday after, told...
From the Journal of the Serial Killer Thomas Riley by Millie Dynamite Copyright © 2019, by Millie Dynamite From the Journal of Thomas Riley — July 10, 20— Doctor Peters suggested I write things down, my daily happenings, feelings, the events that run wild in my life, and depress me. I figured it couldn’t hurt. That’s the reason for this book, journal, dear diary, and all that bullshit. He doesn’t say it, not in so many words, but he’s worried I’ll act out some of the fantasies I have...
CANDIE'S JOURNAL By Southern Candie ENTRY 1 Hi I am Andy, but my stepbrother calls me Candie when he makes me dress up for him. I decided to keep a journal of all the things that happened to me since that faithful day. The day my stepbrother caught me all dressed up in my Mom's lingerie and decided to blackmail me into being his sex toy. First though let me give you some background information that lead up to that day. I do not really remember my Dad, he...
Thursday. Intake This woman named Helen said I should start a Journal about my time here, so that I could make some sense of it all. That it would help me to put things into perspective. It's really hard to do that, but I'll try, for this week at least. Last week I was picked in the PCB lottery (Population Control Board). My first time eligible, and I was picked and notified. My mom freaked out, and everyone in the family got upset. My sister Heather cried like a baby, and told mom that she...
My name is Darin Taylor. I started a journal shortly after I turned twelve. The journal itself is just a collection of bits and pieces of my thoughts and ideas about things that have happened to me and my mom. I have kept the journal secret, but perhaps one day someone else my age may use what I have learned, so I have rewritten it as a continuous narrative. I just turned seventeen a few days ago. I received a scholarship to the university and will be starting college in a few weeks. This...
I live in west Michigan near the Lake Michigan shore. My husband Ron, like all of his family, is a recreational sailor. In the summers, he participates in the weekly Wednesday evening sailboat races on Lake Michigan. I had invited my special girlfriend Erin to have a mid-evening dinner with me, one of those evenings, at the restaurant which overlooks the marina. There we would wait to meet Ron after the races had finished. Because parking is sparse there, I had asked that she meet me at my home...
04/20/---CI dreamt I made out with EK. It felt so good. There wasn't any action around where the legs split off; though my leg did start to wrap around his. I no [know] he isn't thin. And he has turned into a real rebel now. If my friends knew I like him they would think I'm desperate like Vicky. I haven't liked EK for that long. Physical touch... This was just a dream, but God... I don't care who it fucking is. I want touch...05/06/---CYou know Mom's starting to suspect I am not...
TrueHe asked me to write something real. To write what I know. He said there is talent in my writing. I have to laugh, thinking maybe even he can’t see through the bullshit I write…but then again maybe he can. So this I write, what I know…what is me…as painful as it is going to be… I look at the journal before me, the latest of many I have hidden in a chest. Only this one unlike all the others is empty of words, with the exception of pretty phrases cut out of magazines and pictures of places I...
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...
TrueDecember 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,...
SwingersMy 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...
CheatingJournal 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 TimeThis 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...
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...
(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)Page Four:Monday July 6th 0800hrsDear Journal: I was awoken by the steward bring me my breakfast, I seemed to be that satiated with the sex off last night that I just drank the coffee and ate some toast then dozed again. Di and Izzy came into my cabin and jumping onto the bed telling me to get...
(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)Starting Term has been published before but it is the start of a journal I hope to complete and is my work! First let me tell you a little about me, my name is Lady Charlotte Rose and I am 18. I am a young lady attending a finishing school for what are mostly either rich or upper-class women. I...
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...
**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...
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...
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...
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...
IncestThis 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...
TrueLast 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...
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...
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...
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...
CuckoldAuthor’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...
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...
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...