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I tell this storyabout my friend Indio, who I grew up with

I tell this story? about my friend Indio, who I grew up with. Indio is dead now, gay plague got him at the age of? thirty-nine. He and I were orphans together in a place I?ll call Boysville, though nobody knew Indio?s story. I got a bad enough deal?my folks, whoever they were?didn?t bother to give me a front or middle name, just initials, but ?Abandoned Infant Indio? was all that was on Indio?s birth certificate.

 

Indio showed up at Boysville when he was a youngster, after a dozen or so years in orphanages, group homes, blah blah. No one wanted to adopt or foster him, since Indio was some kind of? half-breed, and he was a scrawny one at that.

 

?Eugene and I took Indio under our wing after we watched him crying because he?d been beaten by a couple of the ?counselors? at Boysville?and bullied by some of the older boys. I won?t say that Boysville was a horror show like some of those places, but there were a few rotten apples.

 

Eugene, Indio and I had three things in common that make life hell in the System. We were small, we were smart, liked books, sarcastic sense of humor, all that, and worst, we were queer. And that was bad enough without Indio crying and weeping when he was knocked around by the predators.

 

A few years before Indio got to Boysville, Eugene and a guy who left called the Mongrel had ?toughened? me up?it had taken a week, and as soon as I?d gone through a week or two of it, I could handle myself, and I didn?t want any more toughening.

 

Eugene had only had to tie me down a couple of times naked and whip my ass with a strop before I learned fast not to make too much noise, and then I was tough, and the Mongrel taught me to use my hands, which took care of the bullies.

 

But Indio?was different. I remember how we were watching Millard, the bullying counselor whipping Indio?s ass because he?d forgotten to do a good job of cleaning Millard?s office, and Indio had cried like a baby, especially when Millard had twisted Indio?s tiny little nutsack, as the kid?s pants were twisted around his knees.

 

?Indio, Hooks and I are going to teach you to be a man!?Millard had said with fourteen year old rage. Indio had made no protest when we?d ordered him to strip down and lie on his bed in the dorm while everyone else was at chores.

 

I?d tied Indio?s little wrists behind his back with clothesline, and knotted his ankles together, and stepped back as Eugene had come forth with the tools that he?d used on me?the first being a straightened coat hanger with a black tape handle.

 

I?d burst into tears when Eugene had lashed me with the damn thing, but after two or three beatings, I?d been able to laugh when creeps like Millard had tried to work me over using just a weeny little plastic paint-paddle.

 

WHACK! WHACK! As Eugene had lit into Indio with the coat hanger, it was shocking. Indio didn?t cry at all. Even when I saw the welts rising up on his little brown buttocks. Indio didn?t make a sound. Finally, Eugene stopped.

 

?Hey man, you?re not in shock are you?? Eugene looked really concerned, and Eugene wasn?t shocked easily, having seen his mother blow her brains out on the kitchen table ?cause his dad, Gene the Goat, was cheating on her.

 

?Eugene saw this grisly scene when he was only seven years old. And then Gene the Goat had rubbed Eugene?s face in his mom?s blood. Eugene professed having no pity for anyone but you could tell he was real messed up over this.

 

?But Indio looked up from his bound position and grinned at Eugene, though there were tears in his beautiful brown eyes. ?No, I?m okay. Do it some more if you want to.? Indio paused. ?I need to learn to be tough.?

 

Eugene looked at me, and looked at Indio. ?You little asshole, if you can keep your tongue when I give it to you like that, why the fuck can?t you do it when Millard hits you?? I joined in, saying ?Fuck man, I?d cry even now with that kind of whipping.?

 

Indio smiled at me, but it was kind of a buddy smile?Indio and I were brothers, not lovers, though I guess in a way I was always a little bit in love with him. But then Indio turned to Eugene.

 

?I know you?re doing this because you love me, Eugene, and I love you too?and I need to get hit a little bit, I don?t know why. But I know what I need.?

 

After this, I kind of felt as if I belonged elsewhere?can?t really explain it. So I split.

 

Eugene never told me much about what happened between them, but Indio?s a fucking blabbermouth?I guess we?re girlfriends at heart. I?d tell Indio about my affair with the Boysville bus driver, and he?d tell me about him and Eugene?and in that I learned about sadomasochism for the first time.

 

?I still don?t really get it, hurting and wanting to be hurt, but I?m just the scribe here. I kept journals throughout my life, and so I?ll tell you as much as I can about what Indio told me, and try real hard not to interpret.

 

It turned out that Indio liked getting spanked or something?they potty-trained at the State Infant Home by just beating the shit out of you, and Indio somehow, I don?t know, got it.

 

And Eugene was one little sadist, though he?d never take it out on an unwilling participant, thank goodness. But he beat the shit out of Indio that day, warning Indio never to cry again when Millard whipped him, and Indio promised, and then I understand there was some fellatio between the two of them. And then more stuff happened, as time went by.

 

Indio himself told me ?Hooks, I loved Eugene from the start, and there was so much he could teach me, and much of it was through punishment. Eugene began whipping me every other day with hairbrushes, cut spruce switches from the woods, and when I was real bad, thorny rose branches?and I took it and took it!?

 

But Eugene was a cruel motherfucker at times?I came in one day to the dorm and Eugene was smoking a cigarette, and he had his feet crossed on a trunk, but occasionally, he would jab it with one foot, and laugh.

 

This relationship between Eugene and Indio continued for three and a half years, until Eugene turned eighteen in 1965 or ?66 and left. It had been a very secretive relationship, though Indio had wanted the world to know that he was Eugene?s slave.

 

?Indio had begged Eugene to humiliate him in public all over Boysville, but Eugene had had enough common sense to see that Indio would have been tremendously victimized had this happened. But in a way, it benefited me, that I knew.

 

?I was always telling Indio about Perkins (the bus driver?s) big dick and how much I enjoyed it, but we both knew that I had the hots for him a little bit.

 

So now and then, though Indio was not attracted to me at all, Eugene would call us both out in the woods, and he?d strip Indio naked in front of me, and give Indio a good thrashing with a rubber fan belt or that nasty straightened coat hanger?and then he?d order Indio to suck my dick and lick my balls.

 

And Indio would look at Eugene with tears in his eyes and beg off, but you could tell how hard Indio?s cock was while he was thinking about being forced to suck the dick of his ugly ol? friend Hooks.

 

My memories of being in the woods, and Eugene ALWAYS dragged us to some place where there was lots of broken glass from where some of the boys would smuggle in beer?and Indio was forced to kneel naked while Eugene and I were in our jeans and T-shirts?and Indio would beg with tears in his eyes.

 

I guess if I?d been a better friend to Indio I would have walked off, but Indio was so beautiful?gorgeous tan skin, deep eyes?his pretty little nipples with their dark areolas just made me crazy. Sometimes Eugene would bring clothespins or mousetraps and lock them on Indio?s nipples,? and then he?d just curse Indio out.

 

?You pitiful little queer?I can?t believe that Hooks and I can stand looking at you, you?re so ugly and brown and worthless.? And Indio, even though he knew that Eugene loved him, would weep bitterly, kneeling naked on the broken glass. And I?d be watching Indio?s dick?someone had circumsized him, and it was just bulging in this tan glow, you know?

 

"Please Master, I love you, Master...I'd do anything for you!"

And it was true...he'd eat Eugene's cigarette butts, and lick the dirt off Eugene's boot-bottoms...it was sick...but Indio's petitioning Eugene did  almos no good.

 

Then Eugene would lean down and grab Indio?s beautiful, delicate little ear and just twist it unmercifully.? Indio would be sobbing, his hands behind his back, he was so beautifully disciplined that he could hold them there without them being tied, though he loved being tied.

 

?The only way that Hooks and I can stand to be around you is if you suck both our dicks, and you have to do Hooksy?s first, boy!? And then Indio would look at me, and I?m not a handsome guy at near sixty and I wasn?t then, either.

 

Indio would say ?I like Hooks, but he?s UGLY.? And for a moment the three of us would laugh?it hurt me a little bit, but I had all the dick I could handle. I had appeal, you know? And the fact that Indio thought I was ugly didn?t bother me, well maybe a little bit. But I knew he cared.

 

Then Eugene would order Indio to bury his face in the glass and the cigarette butts and he?d whale on Indio?s ass for twenty minutes or so, and I?d have to keep from grabbing Eugene?s arm. Sometimes there would be blood, but I?d just stand there.

 

Finally, he?d ask again if Indio would suck ?Master? Hookmyer?s dick, and Indio would crawl wearily over to me and unzip my pants and pull my long, thick penis out and just suck on it like there was nobodys business?oh, it felt good!

 

And I?d cum all over Indio?s face, and then he?d shuffle on his knees to Eugene and suck HIS dick as well, and then Eugene would make Indio do mine again?we were teenagers, and there was lots of energy in our dicks!

 

Finally after Eugene and I had both cum about six times, then Indio was allowed to jerk off onto Eugene?s boots and lick it up. Sometimes Indio would beg Eugene to let him do it in private, but Eugene was a nasty sonovabitch, though a good guy in general.

Sometimes it had been a while since Indio had jerked off? a lot of times when he and Eugene were in private, after they?d been fishing or in the Boysville swimming hole, Indio would suck Eugene?s dick for hours, having him cum again and again?and then Eugene would corn-hole Indio, but he wouldn?t let him cum at all.

 

So after Eugene and I had gotten our relief and Indio was jerking off, sometimes right as Indio was about to squirt, Eugene would start whaling on Indio with whatever he?d brought to beat Indio with?he?d swat Indio?s dick with the straightened coat hanger, and the boy would cry, but not make a sound.

 

Then Eugene would order Indio to start jerking again, and right at the point that Indio was going to cum, Eugene would whack Indio again, until Indio was trembling so hard he was afraid to cum!

 

But finally Eugene would let Indio cum and the kid would just make a real mess! Whooie!

And then, even though it was on the ground, Eugene would kick the shit out of Indio, slapping him and twisting Indio?s hair, kicking Indio in the stomach as the boy curled up crying??You little piece of shit, how dare you sully our national forests with your gross spooge! Lick that up, right in the dirt, come on, you little half-breed piece of vomit. Get down there!?

 

And as Indio bent over, and was licking in the dirt, damned if Eugene wasn?t whaling the shit out of the boy, to the point that a tough faggot like me had to turn around?I just couldn?t watch. But Indio loved it!

But no matter how hard Eugene was on Indio, the kid just loved him!

 

Eugene wasn?t that much better looking than me?red hair and freckles?but Indio really loved him. Then about an hour later we?d three all be dressed and playing cards with some other guys, and joke around?but the secret would be between us until the next time?

But most of the time it was just Eugene and Indio doing their thing together?.and that was great, because I really hated seeing the little guy hurt. And we had more fun as pals, the three of us, making smartass comments, reading books together, smoking weed.

 

And then Eugene left, and told us he was joining the Marines. It knocked Indio out, but we couldn?t blame Eugene for leaving, it was hell at Boysville if you wanted to have any kind of life.

 

 And frankly, though I never said this to Eugene or to Indio, I think Indio was more into Eugene than Eugene was into Indio. In the next two years, Indio got about five letters from Eugene, and they were all co-addressed to me.

 

But then the letters stopped coming, and Indio got real depressed. And he might have gotten no clue about what the hell was going on, had Sumner Beale, the head of Boysville, not gotten Indio in trouble. What happened next was a really, really strange story.

 

I tell this story? about my friend Indio, who I grew up with. Indio is dead now, gay plague got him at the age of? thirty-nine. He and I were orphans together in a place I?ll call Boysville, though nobody knew Indio?s story. I got a bad enough deal?my folks, whoever they were?didn?t bother to give me a front or middle name, just initials, but ?Abandoned Infant Indio? was all that was on Indio?s birth certificate.

 

Indio showed up at Boysville when he was a youngster, after a dozen or so years in orphanages, group homes, blah blah. No one wanted to adopt or foster him, since Indio was some kind of? half-breed, and he was a scrawny one at that.

 

?Eugene and I took Indio under our wing after we watched him crying because he?d been beaten by a couple of the ?counselors? at Boysville?and bullied by some of the older boys. I won?t say that Boysville was a horror show like some of those places, but there were a few rotten apples.

 

Eugene, Indio and I had three things in common that make life hell in the System. We were small, we were smart, liked books, sarcastic sense of humor, all that, and worst, we were queer. And that was bad enough without Indio crying and weeping when he was knocked around by the predators.

 

A few years before Indio got to Boysville, Eugene and a guy who left called the Mongrel had ?toughened? me up?it had taken a week, and as soon as I?d gone through a week or two of it, I could handle myself, and I didn?t want any more toughening.

 

Eugene had only had to tie me down a couple of times naked and whip my ass with a strop before I learned fast not to make too much noise, and then I was tough, and the Mongrel taught me to use my hands, which took care of the bullies.

 

But Indio?was different. I remember how we were watching Millard, the bullying counselor whipping Indio?s ass because he?d forgotten to do a good job of cleaning Millard?s office, and Indio had cried like a baby, especially when Millard had twisted Indio?s tiny little nutsack, as the kid?s pants were twisted around his knees.

 

?Indio, Hooks and I are going to teach you to be a man!?Millard had said with fourteen year old rage. Indio had made no protest when we?d ordered him to strip down and lie on his bed in the dorm while everyone else was at chores.

 

I?d tied Indio?s little wrists behind his back with clothesline, and knotted his ankles together, and stepped back as Eugene had come forth with the tools that he?d used on me?the first being a straightened coat hanger with a black tape handle.

 

I?d burst into tears when Eugene had lashed me with the damn thing, but after two or three beatings, I?d been able to laugh when creeps like Millard had tried to work me over using just a weeny little plastic paint-paddle.

 

WHACK! WHACK! As Eugene had lit into Indio with the coat hanger, it was shocking. Indio didn?t cry at all. Even when I saw the welts rising up on his little brown buttocks. Indio didn?t make a sound. Finally, Eugene stopped.

 

?Hey man, you?re not in shock are you?? Eugene looked really concerned, and Eugene wasn?t shocked easily, having seen his mother blow her brains out on the kitchen table ?cause his dad, Gene the Goat, was cheating on her.

 

?Eugene saw this grisly scene when he was only seven years old. And then Gene the Goat had rubbed Eugene?s face in his mom?s blood. Eugene professed having no pity for anyone but you could tell he was real messed up over this.

 

?But Indio looked up from his bound position and grinned at Eugene, though there were tears in his beautiful brown eyes. ?No, I?m okay. Do it some more if you want to.? Indio paused. ?I need to learn to be tough.?

 

Eugene looked at me, and looked at Indio. ?You little asshole, if you can keep your tongue when I give it to you like that, why the fuck can?t you do it when Millard hits you?? I joined in, saying ?Fuck man, I?d cry even now with that kind of whipping.?

 

Indio smiled at me, but it was kind of a buddy smile?Indio and I were brothers, not lovers, though I guess in a way I was always a little bit in love with him. But then Indio turned to Eugene.

 

?I know you?re doing this because you love me, Eugene, and I love you too?and I need to get hit a little bit, I don?t know why. But I know what I need.?

 

After this, I kind of felt as if I belonged elsewhere?can?t really explain it. So I split.

 

Eugene never told me much about what happened between them, but Indio?s a fucking blabbermouth?I guess we?re girlfriends at heart. I?d tell Indio about my affair with the Boysville bus driver, and he?d tell me about him and Eugene?and in that I learned about sadomasochism for the first time.

 

?I still don?t really get it, hurting and wanting to be hurt, but I?m just the scribe here. I kept journals throughout my life, and so I?ll tell you as much as I can about what Indio told me, and try real hard not to interpret.

 

It turned out that Indio liked getting spanked or something?they potty-trained at the State Infant Home by just beating the shit out of you, and Indio somehow, I don?t know, got it.

 

And Eugene was one little sadist, though he?d never take it out on an unwilling participant, thank goodness. But he beat the shit out of Indio that day, warning Indio never to cry again when Millard whipped him, and Indio promised, and then I understand there was some fellatio between the two of them. And then more stuff happened, as time went by.

 

Indio himself told me ?Hooks, I loved Eugene from the start, and there was so much he could teach me, and much of it was through punishment. Eugene began whipping me every other day with hairbrushes, cut spruce switches from the woods, and when I was real bad, thorny rose branches?and I took it and took it!?

 

But Eugene was a cruel motherfucker at times?I came in one day to the dorm and Eugene was smoking a cigarette, and he had his feet crossed on a trunk, but occasionally, he would jab it with one foot, and laugh.

 

This relationship between Eugene and Indio continued for three and a half years, until Eugene turned eighteen in 1965 or ?66 and left. It had been a very secretive relationship, though Indio had wanted the world to know that he was Eugene?s slave.

 

?Indio had begged Eugene to humiliate him in public all over Boysville, but Eugene had had enough common sense to see that Indio would have been tremendously victimized had this happened. But in a way, it benefited me, that I knew.

 

?I was always telling Indio about Perkins (the bus driver?s) big dick and how much I enjoyed it, but we both knew that I had the hots for him a little bit.

 

So now and then, though Indio was not attracted to me at all, Eugene would call us both out in the woods, and he?d strip Indio naked in front of me, and give Indio a good thrashing with a rubber fan belt or that nasty straightened coat hanger?and then he?d order Indio to suck my dick and lick my balls.

 

And Indio would look at Eugene with tears in his eyes and beg off, but you could tell how hard Indio?s cock was while he was thinking about being forced to suck the dick of his ugly ol? friend Hooks.

 

My memories of being in the woods, and Eugene ALWAYS dragged us to some place where there was lots of broken glass from where some of the boys would smuggle in beer?and Indio was forced to kneel naked while Eugene and I were in our jeans and T-shirts?and Indio would beg with tears in his eyes.

 

I guess if I?d been a better friend to Indio I would have walked off, but Indio was so beautiful?gorgeous tan skin, deep eyes?his pretty little nipples with their dark areolas just made me crazy. Sometimes Eugene would bring clothespins or mousetraps and lock them on Indio?s nipples,? and then he?d just curse Indio out.

 

?You pitiful little queer?I can?t believe that Hooks and I can stand looking at you, you?re so ugly and brown and worthless.? And Indio, even though he knew that Eugene loved him, would weep bitterly, kneeling naked on the broken glass. And I?d be watching Indio?s dick?someone had circumsized him, and it was just bulging in this tan glow, you know?

 

"Please Master, I love you, Master...I'd do anything for you!"

And it was true...he'd eat Eugene's cigarette butts, and lick the dirt off Eugene's boot-bottoms...it was sick...but Indio's petitioning Eugene did  almos no good.

 

Then Eugene would lean down and grab Indio?s beautiful, delicate little ear and just twist it unmercifully.? Indio would be sobbing, his hands behind his back, he was so beautifully disciplined that he could hold them there without them being tied, though he loved being tied.

 

?The only way that Hooks and I can stand to be around you is if you suck both our dicks, and you have to do Hooksy?s first, boy!? And then Indio would look at me, and I?m not a handsome guy at near sixty and I wasn?t then, either.

 

Indio would say ?I like Hooks, but he?s UGLY.? And for a moment the three of us would laugh?it hurt me a little bit, but I had all the dick I could handle. I had appeal, you know? And the fact that Indio thought I was ugly didn?t bother me, well maybe a little bit. But I knew he cared.

 

Then Eugene would order Indio to bury his face in the glass and the cigarette butts and he?d whale on Indio?s ass for twenty minutes or so, and I?d have to keep from grabbing Eugene?s arm. Sometimes there would be blood, but I?d just stand there.

 

Finally, he?d ask again if Indio would suck ?Master? Hookmyer?s dick, and Indio would crawl wearily over to me and unzip my pants and pull my long, thick penis out and just suck on it like there was nobodys business?oh, it felt good!

 

And I?d cum all over Indio?s face, and then he?d shuffle on his knees to Eugene and suck HIS dick as well, and then Eugene would make Indio do mine again?we were teenagers, and there was lots of energy in our dicks!

 

Finally after Eugene and I had both cum about six times, then Indio was allowed to jerk off onto Eugene?s boots and lick it up. Sometimes Indio would beg Eugene to let him do it in private, but Eugene was a nasty sonovabitch, though a good guy in general.

Sometimes it had been a while since Indio had jerked off? a lot of times when he and Eugene were in private, after they?d been fishing or in the Boysville swimming hole, Indio would suck Eugene?s dick for hours, having him cum again and again?and then Eugene would corn-hole Indio, but he wouldn?t let him cum at all.

 

So after Eugene and I had gotten our relief and Indio was jerking off, sometimes right as Indio was about to squirt, Eugene would start whaling on Indio with whatever he?d brought to beat Indio with?he?d swat Indio?s dick with the straightened coat hanger, and the boy would cry, but not make a sound.

 

Then Eugene would order Indio to start jerking again, and right at the point that Indio was going to cum, Eugene would whack Indio again, until Indio was trembling so hard he was afraid to cum!

 

But finally Eugene would let Indio cum and the kid would just make a real mess! Whooie!

And then, even though it was on the ground, Eugene would kick the shit out of Indio, slapping him and twisting Indio?s hair, kicking Indio in the stomach as the boy curled up crying??You little piece of shit, how dare you sully our national forests with your gross spooge! Lick that up, right in the dirt, come on, you little half-breed piece of vomit. Get down there!?

 

And as Indio bent over, and was licking in the dirt, damned if Eugene wasn?t whaling the shit out of the boy, to the point that a tough faggot like me had to turn around?I just couldn?t watch. But Indio loved it!

But no matter how hard Eugene was on Indio, the kid just loved him!

 

Eugene wasn?t that much better looking than me?red hair and freckles?but Indio really loved him. Then about an hour later we?d three all be dressed and playing cards with some other guys, and joke around?but the secret would be between us until the next time?

But most of the time it was just Eugene and Indio doing their thing together?.and that was great, because I really hated seeing the little guy hurt. And we had more fun as pals, the three of us, making smartass comments, reading books together, smoking weed.

 

And then Eugene left, and told us he was joining the Marines. It knocked Indio out, but we couldn?t blame Eugene for leaving, it was hell at Boysville if you wanted to have any kind of life.

 

 And frankly, though I never said this to Eugene or to Indio, I think Indio was more into Eugene than Eugene was into Indio. In the next two years, Indio got about five letters from Eugene, and they were all co-addressed to me.

 

But then the letters stopped coming, and Indio got real depressed. And he might have gotten no clue about what the hell was going on, had Sumner Beale, the head of Boysville, not gotten Indio in trouble. What happened next was a really, really strange story.

 

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I escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...

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“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...

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Shelbys Dirty Vacation

“You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for spilling the contents of my wild and dirty vacation. “Oh, please do tell! And you couldn’t...

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Billion Dollar Booty Call

Chelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stuck in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new...

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Bad Habits Need Hard Measur

For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...

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Fade to Black

Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...

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Jailbait

It had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...

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Im Sorry Daddy

Kailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. Last week Kailee had been wandering around the large house, bored and looking for something to do. She walked down the hall and...

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I watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...

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Caught in the Act

Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...

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The Cabo Connection

Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo.  I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...

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Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...

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10 Items Or Less

Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...

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Bag of Lush all sorts

Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...

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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...

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Focused On Sex

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...

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Losing It

Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

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I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

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Excerpts From My Inexperience T

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...

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“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...

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‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...

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I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...

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The Midnight Walk

Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for literally years; when I moved to Jamaica, it truly slept in peace. It was a...

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A rough night at work

Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke."Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"Silly girl, of COURSE you can!"I'd love that, and I love Cosmos. My name's Elizabeth, and you are?"She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked."I'm Kendra, and I'm impressed, you're very...

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Executive Toy

I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...

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Wheres the Remote

If I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my naughty surprise ready for him. Hopping out of the shower, I quickly dried off, rubbed on some lotion and made sure I was smooth all over. I put on a lace black bra and garter, slid on some black thigh highs and attached them to the...

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The Little Black C

My boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...

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Pam Sandwich

Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...

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My Husbands Best Friend

On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...

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Gift Of The Geisha

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...

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Little Perversions

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage glass ashtray that I stole from an ex-lover’s apartment. I can’t remember his name, but there’s something...

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Shall I Serve You Myself

It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...

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Jill Steps Out A Cuck is C

As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...

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(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...

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Cocksucking Teens

Gav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...

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Quartet

Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...

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Miss American Pornstar

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...

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The Ride Home

Late night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...

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Earning her tuition

I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...

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Just Babysitting

Everyone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life, and finally, teacher’s found any excuse to be on your ass. For me, this...

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3 years ago
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The Neapolitan

1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang...

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Let Her Eat Cake

1 Week Before the Masquerade"That can't be your best line. What is it really?" Hector asked his new recruiting partner."It is, I swear. Women love hearing things like that. Some of them laugh, but they still like it," Jonas answered, while parking their black SUV."Whatever, man," Hector chuckled and continued. "I wouldn't tell you what my best line is either... But it's not even about the lines with me anyway."Both men flipped the SUV's sun visors down, slid the mirrors open and made sure...

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Yuletide Mindfuck

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Father Moss

“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his drink over, sure to let him get a good look down the front of her dressing...

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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...

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The Benefits Of Living A

I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had a way.Most nights after I shut the computer down I'd head to bed and fall asleep after fucking myself...

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Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...

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Would You Like Ketchup

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street.“Fries, please. And a diet Pepsi.”I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s.“Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any of its allure despite issuing from the metal box just left of the menu...

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Claimed

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the room only left Asia in a confused state of uneasiness. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the low lighting...

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