Cheri s Husband Experiments
- 2 years ago
- 71
- 0
Reddit GettingHerselfOff, aka r/GettingHerselfOff! Is there anything fucking hotter than watching a dirty bitch make herself cum? Sure, we all have our kinks, but universally, is there a straight dude alive that is incapable of getting off to a slut rubbing her pussy, riding a giant dildo that’s bigger than you could ever hope to be, or vibrating her clit to climax? That’s like saying the more food you eat, the more you feel hungry: it’s an oxymoron, and it’s downright impossible.That’s why I...
Reddit NSFW ListShelena Lowell’s Week, Tuesday I couldn’t believe I was crying. Me! I leaned against the wall in the second-floor corridor, Guanting Chan’s futa-cum leaking out of my pussy. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I struggled to get my emotions under control. Anger boiled through me at the mocking laughter that had surrounded me in the cafeteria. All my life, I had been in charge. The tallest and fastest futa on the team. The one with the biggest cock. Girls were all sluts for my dick even when...
Cherri was a sixteen year-old school girl. The loveliest and hottest looking young girl in school. Since she reached puberty folks have been saying that she was a very beautiful girl. Recently they have described her as being exceptionally gorgeous and voluptuously sexy. She had a baby face with sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks and luscious lips. Her blond hair cascaded in lovely curls down to her shoulders. Her face alone, together with its captivating smile, could arouse even an impotent man,...
By : Vimalesh This is continuation of my story Sheeba My Neighbor – Part I Sheeba and I became very close through our messages and night calls. Most of the messages we sent between us were of ugly and dirty sexual intercourse we dreamt of. We knew that we had same likings in sex. Night calls always ended in hard masturbation. We were eagerly waiting for an occasion to explore each others naked body. Weeks passed without any progress. We couldn’t go even a step further. We relied only on our...
Pam, the MILF preachers wife did as I ordered her. She did give me those panties from her cunt at church as ordered and when I called the Preacher's house the week after I first fucked her, I asked if her husband was home. Yes she said, very well, tell him you are going shopping at the mall and Christian book store. Go buy things at the book store first, then meet me at the pet store in the mall. You are to go into the bathroom at the Christian bookstore and remove your panties, and have them...
Tom inherited the Fisherman’s Point cottage from Polly, his great aunt. At the time, Tom and Karen were living in a small garden flat in Shepherd’s Bush. Karen was working as a marketing executive for a package holiday company. Tom was working as a freelance journalist, although what he really wanted to do was try his hand at writing a novel. The cottage was not large. It had probably started life as a fisherman’s cottage sometime in the early part of the 18th century. Polly had given it a new...
The tan skirt of her business suit had ridden far up her leg, exposing most of her chocolate thighs. By a slight turn of the head, Nathan cautiously caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. Peeking at her long, sexy legs was a temptation he could not resist. Nathan’s heart began to race as he felt the sweat building up on his forehead and around the collar of his shirt. He loosened his tie in an attempt to get some relief, but no matter how much he concentrated, he could not avert his eyes...
It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve and Sherry was slumped in a chair in the sitting room of her small cottage, lit only by the embers of the dying fire. She was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn’t at all what she had planned. ooOoo Sherry was a secondary school teacher specialising in Natural History at a large comprehensive school in a rundown area of town. She had studied Biology at university, quickly discovering that she was...
God, I could not believe I was doing this. What was I doing on this airplane on my way to Tennessee? Planning to get my brains screwed out, I hoped. These last four months had been a nightmare and this was the first time it had started to brighten up. Those first two weeks I thought the world had ended, and it pretty much had for me. My wife of forty-three years finally got to the point where she didn’t recognize me and the kids, and I had to find a facility for her. I sat around thinking of...
It was a sunny Saturday morning and I was about to start a game of chess with Shereen at her place. The only people in the house that morning were me, Shereen and her mother. Both her older sisters were away at their respective universities in different parts of the country and her dad was at a company team-building event. As I was setting up my pieces, Shereen's mom walked into the living room. I immediately started to (not so sneakily) sneak some glances at her. The woman was in her...
MILFHis fingers dug into her fleshy hips as his cock slipped between her thighs. Her tightness gripped his shaft as her back arched as he entered her. Joan could not help but moan as Holmes invaded her most intimate part.Her breasts began to sway as he pumped hard into her, his stomach slapping against her bubbly ass as she bent over the back of the sofa. She had wanted him to take her for so long. She could feel her orgasm begin to boil inside her.“It's six a.m. in Atlanta, time to rise and...
Quickie SexIt was a foggy morning in the small Atlanta suburb of London. Joan, walked down the wet sidewalk to Holmes's house. As she opened the squeaky gate, she noticed one dim light coming from the office area of Holmes Manner. She kicked the morning paper into the pile on the edge of the walkway as she approached the door.She sighed as she fumbled through her keys. It was a shame how a house that just months before had been filled with joy, was now so dark and gloomy. She attempted to open the door,...
LesbianHi, all. My name is ak.I’m now 24 years. I’m 6’1 in height, little skinny,98 kgs. I’m basically from Kerala.Now I’m residing at Bengaluru(city of hot girls).I’m one of the regular readers of ISS.I have read most of the stories on this site.My favorite category is incest.This is my first story which I’m writing in a blog ever in my life.So I would like to post it in iss. From my 10th onwards I’m fond of girls and aunt’s boobs whomsoever I meet.Sometimes I feel awkward when I see it.But...
Years ago when I was in grad school at Valdosta State University, I was involved with this divorced mother of two who loved to show her tits off! She was in her late 30's but had a pair of breasts that looked like they were off of a 25 year old. I am talking a fantastic set of 36c's and Sheree loved to show them off! I loved to see her do it and loved to be with her when she did as it made her horny. One night we were sitting in a little bar/restaraunt know as Bungelow's having drinks with a...
For my wife Sheree's 40th birthday, i promised her something spetacular for her birthday. I bought her a sheer lace bra, panty, garter set to wear with 3 in heels and took her to a nice restaurant and then hotel. Once she was down to the lace I tied her to the bed and called a friend in a room on the same floor of the hotel, who had 5 guys all under 22 waiting to fuck her as a surprise gang bang. It only took a few minutes for them to get there and I introduced Sheree as the birthday girl and...
Hello friends ………….Its me KING 11 back with one more experience from the diary of my life . As I have told you earlier that these stories are most of the time real life experiences . Now coming back to topic , this time I am here with a experience of a dussehara mela . Kota ‘s dussehera mela is second best in india . It is celebrated in Kota with full enthusiasm with lots of people . Crowd on dussehera night is really huge . Earlier I don’t know about its popularity . But last year when I...
"Listen to me. No, no, listen", I paused, sighing as the man across the desk opened his mouth to speak. "Larry, for fuck's sake listen to me. You know me, alright? The studio knows me. The people know me. Have I ever let you down? In the ten years I've been with you, in the...nine movies I've been in? No, I haven't, have I? And you know my speciality, my talent, my...mimicry, right? So come on, just tell me what you think" "I don't know, Bob, it's a hell of a risk. What if you get...
Neeche mama mami ko chod raha tha. Bahut dinon baad usko pyar karne layak akela pan mila tha. Mami nidhal si apni taange chouadaye padi thi aur mama uski khuli choot mein apna ‘jaisa bhi tha’ lund pele ja raha tha. Par wo chudayi mami ko formality bhar lag rahi thi. Jaise bus karwana hi hai. Usko mama ke 4 inchi lund se koi khas lagav nahi tha. Ab mama ki umar bhi to ho gayi thi na. Aisa nahi hai ki wo dushron ki aur dekhti thi apni sex ki purti ke liye. Bus wah ‘jo mila’ se hi santust...
Roj ratre ghumer bori kheye ghumate hoi. Na khele, kichutei ghum ase na. Ar chok-ta ektu lege elei, emon sob swopno dekhte suru kori je bhoi ar atonke ghumer ghore buuuu..buuuu…awaz korte thaki. Tokhon goutam, amar swami, deke dei amake. Aj-o tai holo. Goutam amake deke tule dile, ami dhok dhok kore ek glass jol kheye, drawing room-e ese sofa-te boslam. Ghorite dekhlam rat 12-30 baje. Goutam-o uthe elo, ese amar pase boslo, bollo, ‘eber ek jon doctor dekhano dorkar, ebhabe beshi din cholle,...
Hello to all readers I am from a village of south India means kerala, I am 42 years old once in very accidentally I saw to page of ISS I was very impressed the stories some are false and some of them are real. I like to share about the incident that had happened in my life. The period of 42 years I had only one experience in sex other than my wife IC my neighbor girl aged 16 a very free good friend of my family members. We are very orthdoxfamily aged36 and have two kids. Elder daughter aged 10...
IncestMy friends and I hang out at a 24-hour coffee bar called “Magic Beans”. We’re there all hours of the day and night. It’s usually six or seven of us, three girls and the three guys. There’s me, Rhonda, but I go by ronni. I’m fifteen, long dark curly hair, and I’m about 5’4, 110 pounds. I have big boobs for a girl my age, 34C if you’re into that. I guess my body is all right because a lot of guys hit on me and everyone is always trying...
It was a Wednesday afternoon a few weeks ago, and it was fucking cold. I was in my leather with a sweater on and about three tee-shirts underneath, and I was still freezing my tits off. Nikki, tams and I were sitting in Magic Beans at a back table after school. As always, we were discussing what we were going to do that weekend. We knew it would have to involve some serious partying and fucking, but we weren’t quite sure of the details yet. For the last month or so, we’d been...
We had been discussing getting tam-tams pierced for about an hour after we did the guys in the Lincoln. tams was pretty much stalling on us, trying to change the subject. But nikk wouldn’t let it alone, and neither would Nicky. He liked to watch us get pierced and tatted, and the idea of seeing tams get it really turned him on. She’s so innocent looking, and the way she acts you’d think she wasn’t a slut like me and nikki. Even now, after we’d just...
Hi. I'm John Noble. I used to own Noble Electrical Supply out of Schenectady, New York. I'd expanded what my father left me until the banks and the economy combined to make me realize that my days of running a quiet little profitable business were numbered. I'd expanded to six shops, employing quite a few people. I sold the whole thing to one of my competitors, Beard's Electric out of Albany for a very nice figure--more than what I'd expected, quite frankly. I was well-educated. I had my...
(No seafood was harmed in the making of this story.) Had it been one of those small, gentle urges she probably would never have awakened. Instead of being a tiny, "you-know-a-good-fuck-would-be-nice-right-now" kind of urge it was a "fuck-me-now-or-I-might-explode" craving. Needless to say, she was through sleeping for the night. She stretched out her arm, expecting the familiar warmth of his body next to hers in bed. "Damn," she muttered under her breath. The Alaskan sun was glowing...
Sherlock is an English Springer Spaniel very large and with a slightly warped sense of humour.He is a good raconteur of tails and considers himself to be a bit of a wag. Sherlock is in fact Internationally famous, you don't remember such a dog? Well to refresh your memory let me tell you the story of how Sherlock came to live with me... Once upon a time it was a bitterly cold New Years Eve and I had gone to a party at a friends house a couple of miles away. At about 2.00 a.m. everybody was...
Alex Harrell is our first baseman. The guys call him Moneybags, because he was a second-round draft choice last year -- the same draft in which I was drafted in the fifth round. When you're a second-round pick by a club that finished as low in the standings as the Orioles did that year, it means you were picked pretty high, because the low-finishers get to pick earliest. So Alex had gotten drafted somewhere in the range of 30th to 40th overall. That is pretty high, and it means if you've...
When Dave came to tell me and Ollie he was going out after the game with Alex, I think he expected my face to fall down to my shoelaces. Dave spends a lot more time worrying about me than he really needs to. I'm a kid, I know. I don't pretend to be a grown-up. But I'm not incompetent, either, y'know? In a pinch, I can look after myself. Sure, I needed Ollie to get me home from the ballpark in Frederick after the team bus dropped us off, there. But that business about Mrs. Washington? You...
After we beat Potomac handily and had cleaned up and dressed, I was grumbling to Alex on the way out of the locker room about the fact that I hadn't brought anything decent to wear on this road trip, and the only sports coat I had with me, after our nine days busing around North Carolina, was almost too grungy to wear on the team bus -- much less in a Horse Country private club. "You look fine," Alex said, with all the sincerity of Martha Stewart interviewing a crack addict. "Don't...
I was impressed that Davey asked me to go for a walk. Most guys -- most people, really -- who relate to me usually try to avoid the subject of walking. They're afraid it'll remind me that I'm a gimp. Well, I may be a gimp, and I may walk a little funny, but I can walk. It doesn't hurt me, walking. I guess it sort of looks as if it's hurting me, to other people, but I can walk fine -- at least for a reasonable distance, at a reasonable pace. There are limits. I don't play golf, for...
When I got back to Frederick, it was a little after midnight, and I was relieved to find Eddie in his bed, asleep. It was too late to check in next door with Ms. Washington, or to call Ollie Parker for the story of how he'd gotten Eddie home, what time, whether there had been a connection between the two adults responsible (in my absence) for Eddie's welfare, etc. But at least he was fast asleep, apparently unharmed. My date with Emily Anne Shreve had been a much more momentous event than...
We had Wilmington in Monday through Wednesday for night games, an off night on Thursday, and then the Friday night game with Lynchburg, followed by day games both weekend days. After that, we'd hit the road again, to Wilmington, Delaware for three in the Blue Rocks' park. I kind of wished I'd had the presence of mind to suggest that Emily come up Thursday, but she had said she'd consulted the team's schedule, so she must have noticed on her own that we had the off day. Probably, it just...
I took a half-day off Friday at work and, after a quick stop in Arlington to change, headed north to Frederick before so much as stopping for lunch. I've always liked having lunch in new places, and figured I'd find a place once I'd escaped the Washington Exurbs. It was, I found out, pretty hard to escape. Arguably, even Frederick was part of the mass of humanity surrounding the Nation's Capital. Oh, there was some countryside, some open space, between here and there. But not a lot. I...
Cap Rogers, the Keys' ace lefthander, was pitching in the Friday night series opener with Lynchburg, and he was really on his game. After four innings, the visiting Hillcats had zero hits and only one base runner -- he'd made it to first on a wildly thrown third strike pitch in the second inning. No catcher -- not even Dave -- could have stopped that one! Maybe Yao Ming could have flagged it down. I was amazed the hitter swung at it! "This is why Dave is such a great catcher!" I told...
Emily had been a sweetheart, all evening long. She and Ms. Washington really hit it off, after a few early awkward moments, when Ms. W seemed to be waiting for Emily to treat her like hired help, or something. I wasn't worried about anything like that, but I was nevertheless pleasantly surprised at how at ease Emily was, around all us common people. I guess they raise them right, down in Horse Country. I guess Ms. Washington and I were both a lot more class-conscious than Emily was. Anyway,...
I was in bed, under the covers, and pretending to be asleep when Dave finally came into the darkened room and joined me in the bed. It was a full-sized bed and I was lying on the right side -- the side next to Dave's alarm clock and his portable radio and a Sound Machine with the sounds of ocean waves and the clickity-clack of a train rolling over the rails. Sleeping aids. Dave, apparently, didn't need any sleeping aids that night. He quickly took his place on the other side of the bed,...
Well, I'm darned if I know what happened last night! I figured that Dave might come and get me and move me into his bed, but he never did. So then I figured my plan had worked to perfection, and Dave and Emily would be together in Dave's bed when I got up in the morning -- or else they'd be up already, and dressed and trying to act like nothing had happened. But when I got up, there was Dave, still sleeping, and all scrunched up on the couch in the living room. He didn't even have a...
I didn't tell my mother, on the phone, that I was staying over for another night in Frederick, Maryland with my new boyfriend. She hadn't even been told that I was going to Frederick in the first place. Or that I might have a new boyfriend. I mean, I guess I could have told her. Mom is pretty easy to talk to, and she'd known for a long time that I was sexually active. Maybe she didn't have chapter and verse of my erotic history, but she knew that I had willingly Lost It a long, long...
Scott was almost a permanent resident now, even on school nights, most times sharing the evening meal with us. Mum and dad knew our relationship had taken the extra step, and at times, I caught one or the other smiling at us. Probably remembering their earlier lives. I still had homework to do and he often helped. Although I had the sneaking suspicion, it was only to be close to me. Not that you would have heard me complain. Whatever his reason, he was a big help, and my marks soared. Friday...
On Sunday I had another big day at the plate, going three-for-four in the close-out game against the Hillcats. They were all singles, but these weren't the "excuse me" dribblers through the infield that had been keeping my average above the Mendoza Line in recent weeks. All three hits were screaming line drives that allowed base runners (two) to take off at the crack of the bat. One of my teammates scored from second standing up -- the result of one of my singles. That one felt good. Emmy...
Morning and I awoke with a headache, and a mouth that felt as I imagined the bottom of our garbage can would feel. It didn't matter. I had slept well, no dreams, no lying awake thinking back over the fun Scott and I had. Just the blissful nothingness. It was mid-morning; Paul and dad would be at work. Mum would be pottering around doing the housework. Sue, who was between jobs, would be out either looking for work or helping with the house. What to do? I could lie in my cosy bed and let...
I knew Dave and Eddie wouldn't be back home until very late, so I took my time getting up to Frederick on Wednesday night. I had called to let Ms. Washington know I'd be coming, and when I arrived around 10:30, she had decaf green tea waiting for me. Her side of the duplex was cool and comfortable in the heat of that humid July night. She warned me, however, that Dave's side might not be. "The air conditioner is funny, over on their side," she said. "Sometimes it'll work OK, but...
From that night on, I changed. My re-introduction to men had been perfect. Scott had been the consummate lover. Now he was gone. In an attempt to make up for the loss, I began looking for quantity rather than quality. With it I began drinking more, no longer caring who had me, just so long as there was physical contact, and a pretence of caring. Joel's performance did improve, and we had many good times together. On my bed, the back lawn, his car or anywhere that seemed right at the time. I...
Man, when we got home from North Carolina that night, I was plumb whipped! I slept some, on the bus, coming back, but you know how it is, sleeping on a bus. You wake up wishing you'd never fallen asleep in the first place. It's worse, I guess, for a grown-up, but even for a kid, it's murder! It was after three in the morning when we finally got home. Emily's car was outside, and we knew she was in Dave's bed, asleep. We tried hard not to wake her up with the noise of getting back into...
That long weekend with Emmy was the happiest four-day period of my life to date. There just wasn't any doubt about it! I had offered her a chance to just relax, back at the apartment, and skip one or more of our ballgames, but she wouldn't hear of it. She and Eddie were right there at the same old stand, for all three games, Friday through Sunday. And Eddie quietly disappeared again, right after the Sunday afternoon game, so that Emmy and I could have a little time together before she had...
It had been great fun having Dave and Eddie down staying with us during the series with Potomac. Now, far too quickly, they were on the road again. It was a quiet time for me. Work was winding down, and, in just another two weeks, I'd be giving up my summer internship and returning to school for the fall semester. The job had been routine -- a little disappointing, considering my expectations going in -- and I was happy enough to be leaving. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about my...
When I got back to our room after my (second) breakfast in the motel lobby, me and Dave went off for one of my favorite on-the-road pastimes, miniature golf! Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, of all the stops on the Carolina League schedule, was the only place that was a real tourist town, with lots of amusements. They had a nice beach, too, and sometimes when we were there Dave and I would hang out and watch the girls in their bikinis. That was fun, and some of those girls -- man, they were...
Mother called me on Monday night while Patsy and I were watching "The Closer" on cable, and I was a little irritated, because I had been absorbed in the show. I signaled Patsy to turn on the DVR so that I could at least catch up, later, with Deputy Chief Brenda Johnson's doings. "I hear you're in the market for a house," my mother said. "Really? Where did you hear that?" "Are you? Is it true?" "Yes. It's true. How did you hear about it already?" I was doubly irritated now....
Our bus ride from Myrtle Beach straight back to Frederick was a hot-and-dusty 500-mile trial-by-hemorroid, and it was accomplished in the middle of the night, starting less than an hour after we'd played our final (night) game of the season in the Land of the Grand Strand. The Pelicans were in last place in the Southern Division, so we wouldn't be back. That was the good news. The bad news was, we'd likely be back in Kinston, North Carolina -- itself a butt-busting 400 miles from home --...
I was absolutely certain I had done the right thing. Our enormous future dependence on Emmy still bothered me, but the "pre-nup" helped. It helped a lot. Perhaps Emmy was merely indulging me. Perhaps she thought that nobody would ever actually enforce the agreement -- that my ever-growing debt to her would never be repaid. After all, unless she sued for performance, nobody would or could ever force me to make good on this running tab, this long-term debt. But I felt the obligation, and...
My weekend had got off to a great start. Going to my room, I began packing my overnight bag, my mind a jumble of thoughts. Would I like the people Steve spoke so highly of? Would they like me? What of the older man? How would I feel knowing Steve was busy with another female? What would her partner and I talk about? Would we have anything in common? Would I willingly give myself to him? Sue burst into my room, breaking into my thoughts. "The others have gone out for a while. Tell me all...
The house seemed empty when I went inside, so I dropped my bag in my room then stripped and went into the bathroom. I began to shower when Sue came in and sat on the bath watching me. "So how did it go?" "Beyond belief." "From the silly look on your face, you're in love." "I'm in love in a way you'd never believe." "Not with Steve I hope? He's married. You wouldn't be that silly, surely." "No. Not with Steve. I could never love him. He's always been just for fun." By...
What was left of the week went quickly, and with Paul home early on the Friday, we left for the farm. I hadn't told Sophie when to expect us, but knew she would have a meal ready when we arrived. The trip out seemed to take forever, my mind in turmoil. I wanted Greg, I wanted Sophie, but with Paul with us, I wasn't sure how it would happen. The sly grin I noticed on Sue's face answered my question. She would see to it that Paul was out of the way long enough for me to spend time with my...
When we told our folks of what Greg and Sophie had planned for my birthday, they seemed reluctant. Saying how they hoped I would want it at home. Gradually between Sue and me, we got them around to our way of thinking. Although I suspected mum might have had more of an input into their change of heart than we knew. From the outset, she knew something was going on, much more than we had told her. However, she kept her thoughts to herself. Just the occasional smile to me whenever I mentioned...
The first week in my new home was like a dream come true. It began on the first night. With my clothes put away, I joined Greg and Sophie at the dining room table. He had showered while I had been busy, and Sophie had prepared a light snack and something to drink. We sat together quietly; there was no need for conversation, each of us happy with how things were. Sophie broke the silence as she got up from the table. "I need a shower before bed." Her eyes silently asking if I would like to...
Saturday arrived with a morning that only the country could produce. It was perfect. I looked across at my still sleeping lovers. For a moment, naughty thoughts flashed through my mind as I thought about stirring them into life, then thought better of it. Instead, after I'd attended to my ablutions, prepared breakfast. Standing in the kitchen, the importance of the next two days dawned on me. So much depended on dad seeing things as I did. Slowly anxiety began to cloud my perfect...
Dusk. Time for dad and me to have some time alone. The day had begun perfectly, and now the evening promised to be even better. A perfect time to bring him to my way of thinking. "Come for a walk." I said to him as I smiled at mum. "Where to?" "You'll see." With that, I took him by the hand and had to almost drag him the first few paces. Then he relaxed and walked with me, showing no sign of wanting to let go of my hand, realising privacy was important. We walked without saying...
The next three months were hectic. Legal stuff to get out of the way. Contractors to organise. Our tranquil lifestyle only a memory for the moment. During this time, the three of us settled into what was to become our way of life. Gone was the first flush of the new encounter, replaced by a more meaningful relationship. At times poor Greg at a loss to know who he was. When he was with Sophie, he was Greg, and when he was with me, he was Scott, and sometimes, he was both. Something we girls...