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A trip to Toronto By Debbie Cybill It all began when I told my wife, Chantal, that I had to go to Toronto for a meeting at the university. This was a regular meeting that I anticipated with pleasure, for I should meet with old friends and colleagues from other universities. "You can't fly until you are fully recovered," she said, "Why don't you go by train?" I was recuperating from a spell in the hospital and this trip would mark a major step in my recovery, my first trip away from home. "Right, train it is then," I agreed. By air, Toronto is about 75 minutes, but if you add the time in the airports at each end it is almost 3 hours. By train it is three hours with no messing about in the terminal, and much more comfortable. It seemed like a good idea to me. I certainly was not intending driving the five hours at this time of year. "What shall I wear?" For the meeting itself, I should need a business suit, but sitting in that, in a train, would result in wrinkles, so I was asking for suggestions for my traveling garb, sweats, perhaps, or slacks and tweed jacket? "Why don't you wear your teal green suit?" I looked at my wife open-mouthed. My teal green suit consists of a sleeveless tweed dress with a matching jacket over it. I often dress at home and sometimes even go shopping with my wife en femme. I have even, on a few times, been to the theater with her, usually in a matching dress. She loves such occasions when we look like sisters. But to go to Toronto alone en femme, without her, that was too much. And it was a business meeting. "You can do it, Debbie." She called my by my femme name. I shook my head and looked at my toes. "I dare you!" That did it. She knew I would never refuse a dare. Could I really get away with it? I could at least try. My VISA card just has my initials on it - Dr. DB Cybill - so there should be no trouble there. But what to pack? I pulled my garment bag out of the closet and set a few clothes on the bed. My masculine three-piece suit that I should wear for the meeting, a little black dress for evenings, underwear - all femme, of course - masculine dress shoes, a pair of black patent pumps with four inch heels, a dress shirt and tie. That should do. The next morning, Thursday, I showered and shaved carefully, not just my face, but my whole body. No one would see my body, but a shaved body makes me feel so much more feminine. I pulled on my mint green satin panties, tucking myself away with care. It was a cold morning so I pulled up a pair of robust, shiny, black tights. My bra matched my panties and supported my heavy breast forms. This was going to be a day for layering against the weather so I added a camisole, and then a full slip, dainty with lace. I sat at Chantal's vanity and started on my face. My beard is slight and blonde, so it took little Clinique foundation to cover it up. A touch of pale tan Clinique powder to set the foundation and I was ready to start painting this blank canvas. A little darker tan blush to heighten my cheekbones. I outlined my eyes in dark brown eye liner, with an even darker shade of brown mascara. I painted my upper lids with earth tones; I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw, good makeup for an office worker in the daytime. Chantal looked over my shoulder and nodded her approval. "What color lipstick are you intending using, darling?" "I thought Elizabeth Arden bronze. What do you think?" "No. It's too metallic for daytime. I suggest you stick with Clinique. Their bronze is more suitable for day." I outlined my lips with a pencil and then filled in with Clinique bronze. "That looks good, Debbie. What jewelry are you intending wearing?" "I thought perhaps a single strand of pearls and pearl earrings." "Not both pearls and earrings in daytime, dear. That is for evening, stick to just the necklace. And what rings will you wear?" Chantal was keeping me on a short rein, I thought, and teaching me to be more feminine at the same time. If she thought I did not know how to dress and behave as a woman why was she sending me on the train like this? "I shall wear my wedding band, of course, and perhaps that diamond cluster to gave me last year." "Which hand will you wear that on, Debbie?" "My right hand, I think." "It's really a cocktail ring, sweetheart, but it will do for daytime if you wear it on your left hand alongside your wedding ring." The implication that it would look like an engagement ring was not lost on me. While this discussion was in progress, I varnished my nails, three coats of bronze Clinique to match my lipstick and one of gloss. I put on my short wig, a little more golden blonde than my own fair hair. Chantal brushed it out for me, back combing it into an upswept style. I slipped into my boots, knee-high black calf with narrow 3 inch heels. "I hope it doesn't snow while I'm in Toronto. These would be ruined," I hoped out loud. "I think you had better wear a scarf in this weather, Debbie. Here's one of mine." She handed me a green silk scarf with a pattern of horse harness on it. I recognized it as one I had bought her at Hermes in Paris last year. I knotted it around my throat, hiding the pearls and reached for my coat. "You can't wear that one, Debbie. It does not look feminine enough." It was my goose-down parka, olive drab in color and just the thing for this weather I thought. Unisex enough to wear both en femme and en drab. But not feminine enough for Chantal, it seemed. She reached into her own closet and brought out a chartreuse, quilted, goose-down coat, knee length and zippered down the front. Much more feminine looking with its nylon texture. It would be a wee bit short on me. Chantal is a tall woman at 5' 10", but still 2 inches shorter than me. She spritzed me with perfume, Nina Ricci's Airs du Temps. "What are my colleagues going to think when they see me in this coat tomorrow?" Chantal drove me to the station in her red Miata. "Bye, darling," she waved. I wished she were coming with me, but I knew she needed to go to her office. She was going to be late as it was. It was unlikely that anyone at the Museum of Civilization would worry about their curator of Indian artifacts turning up a couple of hours late. Now I was on my own. I could not back out. I threw my briefcase into the basket of my walker and draped the garment bag over it. This walker was a damn nuisance. I hoped I would soon recover enough to walk without it again, but on this occasion it proved useful. I did not need to carry my baggage. It proved useful yet again when I joined the lineup for the train. An attendant pulled me out, escorted me through the barrier, and helped me onto the train. It was a comfortable trip, much more comfortable than a crowded sardine plane, even business class, and I was able to reread all the documents for the morrow's meeting. I looked around. Not another skirt in sight. In Canada skirts disappear at this time of year only to reappear in the spring. Only office workers wear skirts in winter, and there were none of them on the train, at least none in office wear. In Toronto, an attendant helped me down and led me to the taxi rank, where again I jumped the queue. That walker did draw attention. At the Meridien Hotel on Bloor street, the fashionable quarter of Toronto, I checked in as Dr. DB Cybill, and the clerk welcomed me cordially, evidently taking me for a woman. I had worried that my voice would give me away, but my sulky contralto femme voice worked well. The next worry was that some of my colleagues might have chosen the same hotel. The room was standard drab with two king sized beds, two upright chairs, two easy chairs and a small table. At least there was a jack for a computer. I threw off my coat and scarf and hung up my jacket and my garment bag before plugging in my laptop to email Chantal that I had arrived safely. I kicked off my boots and put on my fluffy mules instead, and then surfed the web for a few minutes. I found a few new stories on Crystal's Storysite, and one of those would provide bedtime reading. It was time for dinner. I hung up my dress and opened my garment bag. I kept on the same underwear but slid off the tights. For evening I was going to wear sheer stockings and a garter belt. I wondered if my bulge would be controlled just by my panties. Not to worry. If a bulge showed, and anyone commented, I would just brazen it out. I ran a hand down my slip and looked in the mirror. No bulge. I pulled my LBD out and held it up against myself. In the mirror, my slip was clearly too long. I took it off. The LBD was gauzy, much of it constructed of organdy with satin accents. This underwear would not do; it would show through the dress. I stripped it off, put my wig on its stand, and took a quick shower, after removing my makeup. I should need heavier evening makeup. I dusted myself with talc and pulled on my black bikini, small enough to hold me in well, a mere wisp of lace but with hidden strength. I slipped my arms into a black matching bra. After all my years of practice, I could manage to fasten it behind with no trouble, none of this fastening it in front and twisting it around. My breast forms, then my black camisole. I fastened a black lace garter belt around my waist, tucked the garters inside my panties, and sat at the vanity to make up my face. The same foundation, but a little more blush, the eyes darker and with some green in the palette of colors that I used on my upper lid. I tried the metallic bronze Elizabeth Arden lipstick, liked what I saw, and reached for my longer blonde wig, the one I only wore in the evening, never in the day. You see how well Chantal has trained me! I put the drop pearl earrings through my ear lobes and replaced my pearl necklace. I looked in the mirror and saw that I showed some cleavage. I rubbed a little brown blush there to emphasize it. My stockings, sheer black nylons with a seam, I rolled up my shaven legs and clipped them onto my garters. Slipping my feet into my black patent pumps, I stood up and thought I looked good in the mirror. Now was the moment. I help open my black dress, stepped in, settled it around my shoulders, and admired myself in the looking glass. This was a new dress that Chantal had bought me after I came home from the hospital, not form-fitting, but loose. Since my illness I could no longer wear my corset so I was rather thick in the waist. My old fitted dresses would no longer fit me and I needed looser dresses like this one, that came down to about 3 inches above my knee. Rather short for a woman my age, I thought, but evidently Chantal thought differently and I trusted her taste. I looked at my nails, too short for evening I thought. It had not really mattered on the trip when I wore green leather gloves, but for dinner I would prefer something more feminine. I cleaned off the varnish and took a new packet of stick-on nails, not too long, since a woman of my age would not wear really long nails. I stuck them on with two- sided tape. That would last the evening, I hoped. I used Elizabeth Arden's bronze varnish to match my more metallic lipstick. A touch of perfume between my breasts, behind my knees, inside my elbows, and behind my ears, and I was ready. Not Air du Temps this time but something a little more musky and fit for evening, Christian Dior's Obsession. I telephoned the main dining room, up on the roof top, and booked a table for one and picked up my evening clutch. I make an impressive woman with my height increased by my heels and I towered over the maitre d'. The restaurant was half empty when I walked in but the maitre d' seated me at a table near the door to the kitchen, as so many of them are given to single women. I was having none of that, and made a fuss, resulting in a fresh table in more pleasant spot, though one that was rather visible to the other diners. I didn't like that, since I was not trying to catch attention, but I did not want to make a fuss again. The meal was better than I expected, good hotel food, but not up to the standard of a good independent restaurant. Lobster bisque to start with, too salty and not redolent of chunks of lobster; a salmon steak to follow, with sorrel sauce. The sauce was good, but the fish was overcooked. I should know better than to order fish in anything but a seafood house. I drank a bottle of undistinguished chardonnay, an Ontario wine from Hillebrand Estates. I looked around, wondering if any of my colleagues were eating here. I saw no one and breathed a sigh of relief. I decided to have a cognac in the bar, and moved there. I soon noticed a man looking at me. I was sitting in a booth and I just smiled back when he smiled at me. Then, to my horror, he started walking towards me and I realized that it was my colleague, William Loomis, from Windsor university, who was the youngest member of our committee, at least 20 years younger than me. Had he recognized me? "I noticed you sitting all by yourself at dinner. And now here you are alone again. I'm Willie. Can I buy you a drink?" So he called himself Willie, did he, when he was on the prowl. I picked up my snifter which had very little left in it. "Your glass is empty. Cognac is it?" There was no help for it. It was so long since any man had hit on me that I had forgotten how to cope. At least he did not seem to recognize me. Before I could decline, he had called the waiter over. "I would love another cognac," I said. That was a mistake, I realized at once. Now he would sit down and talk to me at close range. "I'm Debbie." I held out my hand expecting him to shake it. "Enchanted, Debbie." He took my hand a kissed it. With my nails, my hand looked quite feminine, but the back shows my age better than any other part of my body. Now the husky contralto voice that I had cultivated for so long turned out to be a trap. It sounded sultry and sexy. In my own ears I sounded as though I was coming on to Willie. The waiter appeared with our drinks, cognac for me, bourbon for Willie. I felt his hand on my thigh and tried to brush it away. We chatted for a while as I tried to defend my thighs from his advances. "Shall we dance?" The trio that was providing the music seemed to have a repertoire of slow oldies, so dancing would be cheek to cheek. Still, I enjoy dancing and move well in heels, even dancing backwards. Besides I could not see how to refuse him. He took my hand, and we moved out onto the tiny dance floor, where we were the only dancers. His right hand crept down towards my butt, and he clutched me more tightly. I could feel his hardon rising as he pressed it against my belly. It felt good to be able to turn on a man this way. It made me feel more confident in my femininity. The song ended, and Willie escorted me back to the table. He stood with his hand on the back of my chair, and I thought he was about to pull it out for me. Instead, he grabbed me and kissed me, trying to force his tongue between my lips. I smacked his cheek. "Why don't you go and find someone your own age, Willie." I spread my left hand to show my rings, the diamond cluster next to my wedding ring. "I'm not that kind of woman. Goodnight." I stalked out. Fortunately, Willie did not follow me. I certainly did not want him to find out the number of my room. Back there, I stripped off, hanging up my clothes and wig in the closet, creamed off my makeup, and pulled on a nightdress. I watched the late night television for a few minutes to settle my mind, and then fell asleep. The next morning, I rose early, shaved and examined my face in the mirror to ensure that every trace of makeup was gone. I peeled off the fake nails and cleaned my own nails with solvent to remove the slight traces that remained there. I showered and washed my short hair, and then I dressed in my peach panties, bra, and camisole, and pulled on a pair of black pantyhose before putting on my shirt and tying my tie. With a three piece suit, I looked the epitome of a businessman. At breakfast, I ran into Dr. William Loomis. I had butterflies for a moment thinking about last night. "Hello, are you staying here, Liam? I didn't see you last night." The hell I didn't. I may not have seen Liam, but I had certainly seen Willie. "Yes, DB. Did you dine out last night? I dined upstairs. Let's share a taxi to the university." "Better make sure it has a good trunk. I have to walk with this thing for the time being." I indicated my walker. Thank God I had not taken it in to dinner last night or he would have been sure to have recognized me. "I'd heard you had been sick. Are you recovered now?" "Very nearly, but I need this thing to make sure I don't fall over." We ate our breakfasts, chatting as we did, then returned to our rooms to collect our briefcases. I discovered with some relief that he was not on my floor. I slipped on my chartreuse coat, or rather Chantal's coat. "Did you borrow that from your wife, DB?" "Is it that noticeable? When I pulled my goose down parka out of the basement closet, it was full of moth holes," I extemporized. "My wife insisted I used hers, swearing that it would not look too feminine." It was a good meeting and it was great to meet so many old friends and colleagues. Most of us dined together that night at Le Bistro du Cite, where the food and company were both delightful. Dear Willie was absent from our gathering however. I guess he was busy prowling after women. I next saw him while checking out from the hotel. I was en femme again, in my teal green suit and daytime makeup. He recognized me from the night before and tried to take up where he had left off. Fortunately I had left my coat, Chantal's coat, with my walker in my room, intending to put it on just before leaving. That would have been a real give-away. "Shall we share a taxi to the airport?" "I came by train, Willie." Altogether close run! The trip back in the train was uneventful, a delightful ride along the north shore of Lake Ontario, just rimmed with ice now, and looking quite beautiful through the trees. One other skirt, this time a student in gothic makeup and clad entirely in black velvet. I was grateful when Chantal met me at the station and I had to tell her all about it. She had met Liam Loomis and was delighted about my adventure with him "I always thought he was a Lothario, but never thought he would try to hit on you, Debbie, or even on me; I'm too old for him." "Willie?" Indeed!

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Hello everyone, I am Anita and here i am writing 4th part of my story; i woke up at 7:00 pm and was hungry like hell i order some food and went to washroom ……Oohhhhhhhhh fuck my ass was paining like hell… I had a tough time and first time in my life i didnt like the jet water on my asshole instead of exciting me it was hurting. As i came out after a quick shower some one was knocking at door it was my order i eat it and check the time it was 8:00pm  (we girls take quick bath in one hour ;) )  i...

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Trip

This story is true. My wife accompanied me on a trip to Puerto Rico in October. I had to work a lot so she spent a great deal of time on her own. Carol is in her late 30s, 5'4, dark hair and about 125 lbs. She has small tits, but a great ass and nice legs. We have a good sex life and recently began discussing the possibility of her having sex with other men while I watch (and maybe join in). Until our trip we hadn't done anything about it. One other thing, she loves to wear pantyhose...

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Strippers and Prostitutes Ch 01

Chapter 1: Dana’s Plan Author’s notes: 1. This story follows on from my previous story ‘Mixed Emotions’ in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that ‘Mixed Emotions’ is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to...

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Trip to Morocco0

Trip to Morocco The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn’t wearing under my dress. The flight took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the long plane journey I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I’d been looking forward to hours of slow vibrations sending pleasurable waves through me. As...

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Trip to Vegas Part II

I really hadn't known Kelli too well up to that point, I had seen her in a few meetings and she had needed some information from me on products in the past so I had had a few conversations. When you are in the car with someone for 3+ hours you tend to learn a lot about them. We had the standard small talk about previous jobs, career plans, relationships, etc. All very professional but nothing overly exciting. Now Kelli is one of those women that men admire from the time you meet for the...

4 years ago
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Trip Around the Med Chapter 01

Deanna woke with a start, shifting in the small yet luxurious seat/bed that was on the starboard side of the Gulfstream IV private jet. She rubbed her eyes gently, and looked up at the person who was gently shaking her shoulder. Smiling, she reached out and patted his hand then stretched, removing the kinks of the flight from her arms and shoulders as Peter went to sit back in his seat, across the aisle against the port side of her father's jet. He had obviously already changed for their...

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Trip

Brian Thomas lived in the seaside suburb of Glenelg in Adelaide, South Australia and had been widowed about eighteen months ago when his loved and loving wife of twenty four years Betty had died from a heart attack brought on by a severe asthma attack. She had been an asthmatic since puberty. Brian was a pretty fit forty seven year old who owned and operated quite a large business which made printed circuit boards for all the Australian and New Zealand white goods manufacturers as well as...

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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 3 The Pleasures of CampingChapter 7 On the Road at Last

Stan was concerned again the next day when not only Harry and Susan but all of their kids as well, were missing. Ana also was absent from the breakfast table but at least he knew where she was; Ana had taken her costume (the more g-rated version one) to Patty's house and would be going directly to the ceremony with her later on. But, as to where all his guests were, he had no idea. "Look Dad," Ron said, "trust me, they're okay; Robert emailed me last night that everything was...

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 3 The Pleasures of CampingChapter 10 Always Connected

Dr. Joyce Livingston was in the small restroom labeled 'female' in the back of the tour mobile; the first night of e-mailing results and taking statistical data for some personal polls she planned to run had been a little tiring, it had, however, in the end become much simpler when Hannah, "Hannah," Dr. Livingston repeated, "my beautiful wonderful Hannah," she sighed and continued thinking, yes thanks to Hannah and of course John, "Damn those Anderson boys are hot," she thought again....

4 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 2 Sex HighChapter 2 End of Vacation Bash

With everyone eating breakfast at the same time for once, Amy prepared the table in the dining room rather that the smaller kitchen table. As she saw the girls enter she said to Hannah, "So, you're on two legs today, I take it that means you'll be eating at the table with the rest rather than that dog bowl on the floor." "I probably won't need my dog bowl again until next summer." Hannah said smiling as she took her place at the table. The boys came into the dining room next, and on...

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 2 Sex HighChapter 4 The Mistress Reborn

"So Mom, Dad, what do you think," John asked, "is it a fair deal?" "Hmmm," Stan said as he took a bite of his ham, "So you have 20 thousand and you want us to put up the rest for a good van, possibly between 60 and 70 thousand for the purchase, registration and insurance for new drivers; and this van is for use by the band." He took another bite of his ham and said, "in return we give you no presents this year for your birthday or Christmas." Laura looked at him as he looked...

2 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 2 Sex HighChapter 9 Lunchtime Lovers

When the bell signaled the end of their fourth period, Patty said, "Andersons, can you stay a few minutes please, I'd like to speak with you." Ana looked curiously at Patty, they were supposed to have a private talk, why keep her brothers and sisters there. When everyone else had left and Patty was alone with the Andersons, they gathered around her desk and she said, "I know who you are," she seemed to be talking to the group, but her eyes were locked with Ana's. "I didn't recognize...

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 3 The Pleasures of CampingChapter 19 The Mistress Daughter and her Battle for Dominance

"So you're finished," Amy asked sadly as she enjoyed the faux cock that was pumping in her bald extra moist pussy. "Just the first phase, the foundation is completely dug, the connections to the main water pipe are done and all the electrical wiring for the lights around it have been laid." Lisa bent down and gave Amy a long kiss and in an 'I promise you' tone said, "There's still a lot to do. We have to lay the floor; put up the walls, put in some stairs as well as put all the...

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 2 Sex HighChapter 19 The OHPF Club

Ron ordered his new pets to clean Amy up so she could make them all some lunch. While Louise drained Henry's cum from her twat, Marilyn performed a little analingulus to drain her ass of Jerry's seed. As soon as she was cleaned up, she headed for the kitchen; she had actually already prepared lunch and simply needed to heat everything up in the microwave. While waiting, most of the guests took some time to play a few of the regular games found in the game room (sex free); Lana, however,...

2 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 3 The Pleasures of CampingChapter 22 Conceiving a Plan to Reconcile

As Hannah worked to update some data on her laptop, Debbie came in and sat beside her, they were in the back of section one and the only other two people were Stan (who was driving) and Lenny who was handling the backup driving duties. Being at the front they couldn't hear any of the girls' conversation. "Debbie, you look horrid, you're not still depressed right, I mean I guarantee you and John will be fine by the time we leave the next resort." "But I can tell he's still mad at me....

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 2 Sex HighChapter 20 The Worlds Greatest Submissive

Dear Students: As President of the OHPF Club I want to clearly inform all of you that OHPF is a private 'by invitation only' club. Many have been asking me (too many) on a daily basis where you apply for membership, the answer is, "you can not apply!" You can, however, comply with certain standards encouraged by the club and hope that it earns you recognition by one of our members; they in turn would recommend your name for an interview as a prospective member. Note that members have...

2 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 1 The Honeymoon WeekChapter 14 Triplet X Love Times Two

When the kids finished their rehearsal, they entered the house to find that Amy was not only finally awake, but that she had a four course meal waiting for them. "It's your first official dinner as brothers and sisters and it should be something special," Amy said as she finished setting the large dining room table around which 12 people could comfortably sit. "So what are we having," Ron asked expectantly, "some lobster, ham, or roast duck?" "The main course is meatloaf and...

3 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 6 Across The Pond Of SexChapter 17 Austrias Little Warrior Princess

Dr. Randolph Lewis woke up suddenly believing he had just heard someone. He sat up quickly in his sleeping bag but could not see anyone in the cave he had used as his home for the passed two weeks. Since separating from his daughter Jen and climbing the mountains that bordered Switzerland and Austria he had been alone and not seen another human being. He was sure if he finished the trip and crossed over into Austria he'd see a lot of people, however, it would be close to 2 1⁄2 months before...

1 year ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 4 Sex CampChapter 15 Toll Bridge

At around 2 in the morning, after several hours of partying in the Riverdale cellar, most of the guest as well as the Riverdale occupants themselves started heading for bed. The Riverdale boys had in fact been able to convince the Navaho boys to visit them, and on finding themselves with their girls for the first time in days had gone fuck crazy for hours before they even said hello to the girls (not that the Navaho girls were looking to talk either). Only four couples remained past 2...

2 years ago
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Triplet X Love Times 2 Book 4 Sex CampChapter 22 The Queens Rage and the Masters Ride

Charley was able to immediately keep his promise to his daughters regarding the Summer Camp, and by the next afternoon, (a Sunday) all bunk house superintendents were passing out revised activity schedules to all the bunk houses, and at that evening's dinner, the kids enjoyed sitting with their friends, family and selected companions for the first time since camp started. With all co-gender programs up and running again, you might think that the Riverdale bunk house toll bridge would be a...

3 years ago
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Trip to Mushroom Castle

Disclaimer: This story depicts teenage recreational drug use, and only as an ironic yet relevant plot device. If drugs or drug usage scares you or you disagree with it, please read no further. As usual, there is strong sexual language. Fun tip: I wrote this story while high. Trip to Mushroom Castle By Zephyrus Pete boringly marched his usual route home from school, not paying attention to much of anything around him. Not...

1 year ago
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Trip to Mainz with Hannah and Tim

‘Or’ The question, if it was a question was left unfinished. A pause and a glance that said all that needed to be said. Hannah put an arm around each of our waists and pulled us towards her. I looked Tim in the eye and the look on his face said it all: neither of us had expected this. She had started off by explaining that she would sleep on the sofa and we should share the bed. Then as if by way as an afterthought she suggested another possibility. I had known Tim fifteen years. We were...

3 years ago
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Trip to Mainz with Hannah and Tim

"Or" The question, if it was a question was left unfinished. A pause and a glance that said all that needed to be said. Hannah put an arm around each of our waists and pulled us towards her. I looked Tim in the eye and the look on his face said it all: neither of us had expected this. She had started off by explaining that she would sleep on the sofa and we should share the bed. Then as if by way as an afterthought she suggested another possibility. I had known Tim fifteen years. We were at...

First Time
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Trip Home

Every body was getting ready to leave our cabin. It had been a fun Vacation, Mom and Dad, my 10 year old sister Carrie and me Rafe I am 16 and nothing spectacular bout me lets face it ...I am a Nerd. You know black plastic rimmed glasses, skinny, but that is where it ends. I am not a computer whiz and I am not a brainiac. I am a fake I just have the look. The only thing I have going for me is 9 ½ inches of manhood, but no one knows about that. I am...still... a virgin, Also...

2 years ago
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Strippers and Prostitutes Ch 09

Ch. 9: ‘Dana’s’ 25th Celebrations Author’s notes: 1. This story follows on from my previous story ‘Mixed Emotions’ in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that ‘Mixed Emotions’ is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional and any...

3 years ago
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Trip to San Diego

My wife and I were spending a winter down at Yuma, AZ at our friends' place. They had their motor home parked in their front yard and we stayed in it. It was very comfortable and saved us lots of money not having to rent a place. Even though we were getting older my wife had taken care of herself and had a great body; a nice set of 36 D breasts and a cute little ass, compared to my friend's wife who had put on lots of weight, and wasn't interested in having sex any more. My wife Maggie still...

Mature
4 years ago
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Trip Gone Wild 8211 Part 1

Hy readers…this is Alia. Ye story Sachi h or mere sath hui this. I am 5’3 tall, fair color with long black hair. Big boobs and bums. Hum family trip per bahar ja rhe the… Sirf meri family which included my papa mom my brother and me. Sab kuch decide hogya tha jab mere bhai be bola ki uska waha aakele maan nhi lagega. Iss per papa me suggest Kia ki vo apne dost Nitin ko bhi bula le. Nitin or bhai chote se hi bohot aache frnds the..more like brothers. Or vo humare ghar aata jata rehta tha or ek...

4 years ago
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Trip To Delhi With Pooja

Hi it is Vishal again…today i will tell how i made my girlfriend super horny in the bed… Kindly response to my id My gf pooja is 25 year old..she is 5’5″ with super hot figure 36-26-36.. she is as fair as milk. Her boobs are v soft n good in shape with light brown nipples. Her waist flat with deep navel. We planned a trip of Delhi. She never wore hot dresses so delhi trip was going to Be our dream trip. We booked a room in 4 star hotel. Coming to main part of story. We did shopping for her....

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Trip To Goa With Amee 8211 Part 2

After we both wake up in the afternoon, we had our shower and later we ordered some food. We had our food and we both got ready for the private beach of the resort. Only the residents of the resort were allowed to enter the beach. It was a half moon size, clean beach with blue water. It was afternoon so there was no rush on the beach only few people were there on the beach. We both headed to the sea, the ambiance was simply enchanting and presence of Amee in a black bikini which was showing her...

2 years ago
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Trip With The Sister

Hi this Raj,I am a regular reader for sex stories. It’s the incident happened with me and my sister. Let me introduce myself and my sister ,I am 28 yrs, single 5.9 inch height with good physics and working as an manager in pune. My sister is 34yrs old and IT professional having perfect mass where is required, her height is 5.6 with figure 36 32 38.I love her assets. So lets start the incident, my sister had love marriage against our family decision, so my family member had stopped all the...

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TRIP WITH MOM

Like most young boys, I wanted to have sex with my mother. She wasn’t one of those moms that look like a movie star, she was just average. A little hippy, as I always remembered. Just average looks. Her tits were nice enough, but nothing special to look at, but nice to play with. Growing up I would jack off thinking of my mother. I would visualize having all kinds of sex with her, from blowjobs to straight fucking. I did get to see her a number of time undressing or dressing. We lived upstairs...

2 years ago
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Trip to Amsterdam

Trip to Amsterdam By: SiCiAiT"Dawn, are you ready to go?""Almost" Dawn finishes up packing her bags and headed down stairs. "I don't understand why you can't stay with me for one day in Chicago? The Plane stops there anyhow so you can transfer.""Because Roberta and I do not get along.""Well maybe if you did not call her a cunt and me a bitch in front of her family she would like you." "Well I was pissed off and I say things when I'm pissed off.""No you were drunk. Why is it I always feel like I...

1 year ago
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Trip with mum

Note : This story is completely fictional! We were heading home from out trip and my mum and I both were still horny from all the fucking we had done in home my father passed threes years ago my mum and I am alone in home, weekend we arrange a holiday trip to any place. We had practice incestuous relation from since my father died after three months mum encouraged me to fuck her with my monster. here is one of my trip fuck with mum for all mother fuckers) Feeling horny on the way I reached over...

Incest
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Trip to pleasure

Her name was Amita. She was about 42 . she was a married woman. although she was above 40 she had a perfect body thanks to her regular yoga and aerobics. Her Height was about 5ft 4inch. At that time I was 19. I had a strong physique perfectly good cock. And one more thing I like Married woman. She was the paying guests in my home. I has two portion in same house with just a door to seprate it. Her husband was a nice man with a 10 to 5 job. She also has a daughter which study in hostel out of...

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