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My adventure, if you can call it that, began just over twelve months ago when I was flying to New York to start my new job playing the clarinet in the Metropolitan Opera orchestra. I was in my early thirties with no romantic connections having broken up with my girlfriend three months earlier, so when my agent mentioned that the Met were recruiting I jumped at the chance.
I was travelling business class courtesy of my father’s senior position in a major broadsheet newspaper — a perk I didn’t feel at all awkward about taking advantage of — and I was looking forward to watching a movie on the flight across the Atlantic or even catching some sleep. Events turned out otherwise.
Sitting opposite me in the window seat was an attractive middle-aged woman whom I took to be in her fifties, although I learned later that she was well on her way to seventy years old. She was expensively dressed and obviously took great care over her makeup and coiffure, and when she spoke it was in the well-modulated tones of someone from the Upper East Side of Manhattan; an accent I recognised from my teens when my father was the New York correspondent of his newspaper. Although we lived outside of the city in Westchester County, he was frequently invited to the many cocktail parties of New York socialites and my mother and I usually accompanied him.
I had displayed musical talent early and while we were living in New York my father arranged for me to have extra classes at the Juilliard School in addition to the tuition at my exclusive private academy. We often attended performances at the Metropolitan Opera and New York City Ballet — my mother’s choice, and it was from her that I obviously inherited my ability since my father was tone deaf. Unusually for my age therefore I developed a taste or even a passion for opera, especially the works of Italian composers of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
We returned to London when I was eighteen, but despite my lack of the appropriate British examination results I was admitted to the Bachelor in Music course at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama. The great thing about studying in London was that I was able to supplement my allowance from my father by performing as a session musician and in jazz clubs, where I learned almost as much about playing the clarinet as at college. On graduation I was fortunate to be accepted by one of the London orchestras, no doubt owing something to my father’s influence.
The role of a jobbing musician is not conducive to forming long term relationships but I had a succession of girlfriends and a number of affairs with fellow members of the orchestra when we were on tour, some of them married. It was one of these ladies who introduced me to the naturist lifestyle when we were on tour in Croatia where there are many pretty nudist beaches, and where sunshine and warm clear blue seas are more or less guaranteed. I discovered to my surprise that I am an exhibitionist at heart, and while I definitely enjoyed the female pulchritude on display I equally enjoyed the admiring glances I received which I found to be very arousing. I should say that while my penis is only just over average size many women have commented that they were attracted by its aesthetic appearance, especially when erect.
To return to my story. My travelling companion, whom I learned was called Marilyn and also that she was recently widowed, struck up a conversation and I don’t know whether it was the excellent wine with the meal, or because I was feeling rather horny after several months when my only sexual companion had been my right hand or perhaps because of something in her manner, but I found myself telling her things that I had not shared with even my closest friends and colleagues. When I admitted to my pleasure at going nude in public there was something in her response and the look in her eye that indicated more than polite interest. Eventually the food and wine had their usual effect and I felt myself growing drowsy, so I made my excuses and stretched out to go to sleep.
At some time later into the flight, I was roused by a hand reaching under my blanket to feel for my penis. I feigned sleep, interested to see where things might be leading. The roving hand which obviously belonged to my female travelling companion, eventually found my trouser fastening which she carefully unzipped so that she could slip her hand inside to find what she was seeking. By now I was fully erect and quite prepared to abandon myself to a delightful handjob. Marilyn was clearly a highly skilled expert in the art of manual sexual stimulation because rather than hurrying to the natural climax of penile caresses she held me on the delicious edge of an orgasm for fifteen or more minutes so that when I eventually ejaculated it was with a greater than normal intensity. The ecstatic look on my face must have betrayed that I was no longer asleep, but far from looking guilty or embarrassed Marilyn just licked my semen off her fingers with a look of pleasure before finding a tissue to clean me up.
“Young man,” she said a little later, “I have an interesting proposition for you which I hope that you will accept and which I’m certain you will find extremely pleasurable.”
I was intrigued by what this outwardly respectable upper-class lady might be proposing so I replied that I was listening.
“My friends and I,” she continued, “have a very naughty hobby. We like watching attractive young men stripping and then masturbating until they climax and there is a secret club in New York where we can indulge our pastime. However we have recently found a way to take our little fetish to a higher level.”
“Please go on,” I replied, by now very interested in her story.
“I don’t know whether you have heard of the practice of CFNM — that is clothed females and naked males — but we have started holding monthly CNFM soirées in one or other of our apartments. There are usually about a dozen of us, mostly widowed or separated, and we invite three or four men to be our naked playthings. The only condition is that they allow us complete access to their bodies for our own pleasure and over the course of an evening we will usually make them cum three or four times — I should have said that we have discovered a taste for cum and we often get them to ejaculate into a champagne glass. To ensure that they remain hard for the duration of our parties we supply them with sildenafil tablets to take a couple of hours beforehand.”
Although I had never come across this particular fetish before, I was more sexually excited by her proposition than I had ever been my more conventional heterosexual practices. The very idea of being naked in the presence of beautifully dressed mature women and being used by them in the way she described lit up something in my mind that was entirely new and highly desirable. Although I had never thought that I might be a sexual fetishist I knew that I wanted to be a part of it very strongly indeed.
“Madam,” I said in my most formal manner, “I find your proposition extremely attractive and it would give me the greatest of pleasure to allow you and your lady friends to take advantage of my body, in fact I can think of nothing I would desire more.”
That was the end of that conversation and we spent the remainder of the flight finding out more about each other’s lives, but before we landed we exchanged contact details and she said that she would be in touch very soon.
ooOoo
The next few weeks were very busy getting to know my new colleagues in the orchestra and long hours of rehearsal for the new opera season. I had little time to think about the erotic proposal that Marilyn had dangled in front of me, but about six weeks after I had arrived in New York an email popped up in my mailbox with the interesting subject line “Naked in New York”.
“Young man,” it read, “if you are free this coming Wednesday afternoon, it would please me greatly if you could attend me at 2:30 pm at my apartment at,” and there followed an address in one of the most select boroughs of Manhattan. The second paragraph was rather naughtier, “I hope you find the attached photograph sufficient enticement to ensure your interest in my recent proposal, and view it as a promise of the pleasurable benefits that might accrue from our relationship in the future if you turn out to be as sexually exciting as I believe you to be from our brief meeting.”
I clicked on the attached image file which opened to display a photograph of Marilyn dressed in a half-cup black basque, black lace panties and black stockings. I had seen photographs of middle-aged ladies in various stages of undress on websites devoted to erotic images of mature women, but few had been as arousing as the image that now filled my computer screen. Marilyn had obviously taken great care of her figure — one of the advantages of wealth — although fuller than the young women who graced the pages of most pornographic websites. The sight of her magnificent breasts which were crowned by long brown nipples surrounded by lighter brown areolae had the effect of rousing my penis from its dormant state, and it rapidly became fully erect as I entertained the prospect of getting more intimately acquainted with her mature feminine charms.
There was no way that I was going to miss the appointment with Marilyn and I adjusted my rehearsal schedules so that I was free the whole of the following Wednesday. Promptly at 2:30 pm on the afternoon in question I found myself standing on the front steps of a large and imposing townhouse — to call it an apartment was a major understatement — and in a state of pleasurable anticipation I rang the doorbell and waited. After a minute or two the door was opened by a formally dressed servant who asked my name and business. Once he was satisfied that I had legitimate business with the lady of the house he led me into a large entrance hall and asked me to take a seat and said that madam would be with me shortly and then disappeared through a door at the end of the hall.
When Marilyn appeared she was wearing an elegant and expensive silk dress which accentuated every curve of her voluptuous figure. She greeted me warmly and led me through another door which led into an even larger reception room which was tastefully furnished with rococo style armchairs and side tables along two walls and a large dining table in the centre. In the far wall was a deep alcove framed by heavy curtains of richly patterned green silk and with a raised dais giving it the appearance of a small theatre stage.
A younger woman was sitting on one of the chairs with a digital camera on the table beside her. She was dressed in an equally elegant and expensive fashion although in a more informal style and I guessed her to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
“Thank you for coming, Mark,” Marilyn said before introducing her young companion. “This is my daughter Chloe who shares my little hobby with an enthusiasm to match my own. Her husband is very dull and spends all his time in Washington, DC on House business (I later learned that he was a Congressman) and her sex life is virtually non-existent. This way she gets to enjoy the delights of sexy and attractive men and the exquisite pleasure of intimate acquaintanceship with their masculine assets without compromising her position in society.”
Marilyn paused for a moment and then continued. “As you can see Chloe has a camera and I have asked her to take photographs of you this afternoon under my direction which we will then post on a private website which can only be accessed by members of our little club. You will of course be naked and fully erect and I will ask you to assume poses that display your assets in the most titillating way. I’m sure that you will find it to be an exciting experience and I anticipate that you will have at least one orgasm.”
She then indicated that I should ascend the dais and remove my clothes. “Now Mark,” she said, “whilst Chloe shoots away I want you to turn round slowly and when you are facing the front again to stroke your penis until it is fully erect. Then, once I am happy, I want you to step down and kneel on the table with your legs apart so that I can enjoy you in a more intimate way.”
As I have said I had discovered in the last couple of years that I was at heart an exhibitionist and it took very little manual stimulation for my penis to reach its full splendour. Both ladies exclaimed with pleasure at the sight which made it grow even harder, and a small bead of precum gathered at its tip. Then, once I had assumed a kneeling position on the table Marilyn and Chloe walked round to take in the view from every angle.
When she was behind me, Marilyn began to stroke and squeeze the cheeks of my bottom and then reached a hand between my legs to fondle my scrotum. “See Chloe,” she said, “Mark has such a heavy pair of balls. Don’t you just love the way they hang down between his legs. Put the camera down for a moment and come and feel them for yourself. In fact they are so gorgeous that I think you should go round to the front and suck them for a while whilst I take the pictures.”
I was totally hooked. This was so deliciously naughty that the slightest caress of my penis would have sent me over the edge into ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and my legs were actually quivering with expectancy. I knew that it wouldn’t have been the same if the ladies had also been naked, but the fact that they were fully clothed whilst I was naked and sexually excited and totally at their mercy made it more exhilarating than I could have imagined.
Marilyn sensed that I was on the verge of an orgasm but she wasn’t ready to let me cum yet and told Chloe to stop her oral stimulation of my balls. “It is my privilege as your mother to make Mark cum for us this first time. You will get your chance later. In fact I hope that we will both get many chances to play with him in the future. He is absolutely perfect and I think you will agree that his cock is really beautiful and will please all the other ladies in our little club. I imagine that they will get rather hot when they see the photographs from this afternoon.”
Chloe did as her mother instructed which I found rather disappointing but I was soon in heaven again when Marilyn came round the table to face me and started to give me the most exquisite handjob.
“Now Mark,” she said, “I am going to enjoy myself playing with your lovely hard dock for a few minutes but I am not going to permit you to cum until I am ready. This is all about my pleasure so I am going to bring you to the edge of an orgasm several times until I am ready to finish you off. I can assure you however that it will be worth it. I think that you will agree afterwards that it has been the best orgasm you have ever had so far in your life, although, if you become a regular attraction at our private soirées, you will experience many more equally intense in the future.”
It is almost impossible to describe the next half an hour. The skilful manual and oral stimulation that Marilyn subjected me to carried me to the edge of rapture more times than I could count and each time the sensations that flooded through my entire body from their origin in my genitals were more intense than the last. When she eventually allowed me the relief of a climax I was lost in a delirium of indescribable pleasure and I ejaculated harder and more copiously than ever before. My cum went everywhere. My chest and stomach were covered in hot sticky semen and when I opened my eyes I saw that the silk material covering Marilyn’s breasts was also soaked with my ejaculate.
Both Marilyn and Chloe were breathing heavily and looking flushed — I discovered later that the ladies of her circle often had an orgasm from just watching their male playthings in extremis. When Marilyn had first told me about her naughty hobby she had said that she and her friends had developed a taste for hot cum and I discovered the truth of this when she and Chloe proceeded to lick all traces of my ecstasy from my naked body with the consequence that my penis was soon standing to attention again.
“Oh look mummy,” Chloe exclaimed rather obviously, “he’s ready again even without the help of those little blue pills. I think he is going to become our star attraction. Please, please can I have the pleasure of giving him a blow job?”
Which is what she did, finally swallowing every drop of my semen before giving me a hot and sticky kiss. “Thank you, Mark,” she said, “you taste delicious. I really think I should let you fuck me since my useless husband doesn’t satisfy my desires, although I have no doubt he is screwing his secretary regularly.”
“I’ll let you have him one day,” Marilyn said, “but not until I’ve had my fun with him first.”
ooOoo
My first opportunity to take part in what has become a weekly experience came a couple of weeks after my introduction to a new world of harmless sexual deviancy. As instructed I arrived at Marilyn’s apartment a couple of hours before the guests were expected. Marilyn’s maid Hannah, a statuesque African American lady in her fifties, took me to a bathroom on the first floor and, after I had undressed, washed every inch of my body and then removed all my bodily hair. She then gave me a pair of silk boxer shorts and robe to put on and took me downstairs to where Marilyn was waiting.
I watched the guests arrive through a window looking into the hall. There were a dozen ladies in total, all elegantly and expensively dressed. Although they were mostly middle-aged, as well as Chloe there were three other younger women. To my surprise, two of the women were accompanied by men dressed in tuxedos. I looked around at Marilyn who was standing behind me with her arms around my waist and one hand inside my boxers fondling my cock.
Sensing my unspoken question she murmured, “I omitted to say that a few of our ladies’ husbands share our fetish. The younger of those two men is going to strip for us and then wank until he cums. The wife of the other man is into femdom and she is going to suspend him by his hands from a rope hanging from the ceiling and tease him for our pleasure.”
“However,” she continued, “you are the main course this evening and I have something really delicious lined up and the ladies are going to absolutely devour you.”
She then led me into the kitchen and asked me to lie down naked on a trolley before going to greet her guests leaving me in Hannah’s capable hands. When Hannah had finished, my body was covered in fruit — like a human fruit salad — with my cock proudly rising from a crown of whipped cream. Once she was happy with her handiwork she pushed the trolley into the reception room to a chorus of oohs and aahs from the expectant company.
The next half an hour was amazing. I was stroked and fondled, kissed and caressed, licked and sucked until every vestige of my exotic decoration was consumed and my cock was throbbing and tingling and in desperate need of relief. The climax of the entertainment came when I was instructed to open my legs so that a very aristocratic lady could suck my balls whilst two others stroked my cock until I exploded. I was almost delirious with ecstasy as the ladies took turns to lick the cum off my tummy and chest. When they had finished feasting, Hannah returned and wheeled me back into the kitchen and washed me clean with a hot flannel.
The second part of the evening was just like the many cocktail parties I had been to with my parents, except that we three men were naked and available for the ladies to enjoy. The whole experience was incredibly exhilarating and even after two more orgasms I was still in a state of intense arousal. Unlike a conventional party, however, there was none of the chatter and the clink of glasses one would normally expect nor even the raucous whoops and cheers of a bachelorette party. The only sound from the ladies was a deep hum of appreciation and pleasure and deep sighs of exhalation when one or other of their male playthings ejaculated.
At the close of the evening I joined Marilyn in the hall to say goodbye to all her guests, each of whom gave me a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bottom as they left, and effusive thanks for the pleasure I had given them.
When everyone had left, Marilyn invited me to join her in her boudoir for a light supper and a glass of champagne. Once we had eaten she led me into her bedroom and told me to help her off with her dress and underslip and then to kneel facing her.
“You were such a good boy this evening that you deserve your reward,” she said in a voice husky with desire, “and I hope that you have one more climax left tonight... inside me this time.”
For someone of her years — for a lady of any age — she looked fantastic standing there in bra, panties, suspenders and stockings, and despite the difference in our ages there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to fuck her all night. She then proceeded to remove her bra to reveal her superb breasts and slipped her panties down her legs and after stepping out of them stood with her pussy just in front of my face. The scent of her arousal was better than any aphrodisiac, if I had required one, and I needed no invitation to feast on her nectar. It didn’t take long to make Marilyn climax, moaning in ecstasy as she rode her first orgasm of the night.
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Your name is Nick Jackson, and you are probably the biggest asshole in all of New York. You don't give two shits about your girlfriend (Though she stays with you - who knows why? Who cares, though? She's hot as hell!), you have sex with multiple women while still dating your girlfriend... Hell, you even raped a pregnant woman - a new low. So, yeah... you are the biggest asshole in the world. But people do say that assholes have the most fun. -- You begin your adventures in your average-sized...
I wasn’t sure I was going to ever fall asleep last night. Paris was calling my name. Thankfully Michael called me last night. He said it was because he wanted to hear my sexy voice, but I think he just misses me. The train is finally pulling into the station, and Paris is inches away. I’m ready to explore the city a little, eat something rich and decadent, drink wine with lunch, and whatever else tourists do. And of course, I want to get ready for a very special date tonight. Michael promised...
MasturbationMarianne wasn't the slimmest woman Gareth had ever made love with. In fact, as she unclasped her bra to let her heavy bosom fall loose, Gareth studied her full stomach with some hesitation. She wasn't fat exactly, not even plump, but by no measurement could she be described as slim. It wasn't as if Gareth could complain. Despite those few hours a week he found to attend the gym, he had definitely lost the slim figure he still sometimes imagined was just a temporary loss. He pulled down...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
The traveler made his way up the darkened stairwell, careful not to disturb the layers of dust and cobwebs that had built up over the years. The building had been abandoned for years, probably even decades in fact. He had never so much as set foot inside this building before, and yet, it was as if he somehow knew his way. And so he carried on, curious to know about the strange figure who sat motionless atop the skyscraper each morning. After what seemed like an eternity in the dark, with only...
Paula is a small town girl from upstate New York. Like so many she moved to the city soon after high school with a girlfriend to find employment and ‘just maybe’ be discovered for acting on Broadway. She was the perfect daughter in a perfect middle class family. She had earned all ‘A’s’ and been the star in all her high school plays. Now, she is beautiful, shy, very courteous, is talented, is an excellent secretary, is struggling to survive and is depressed. Three times ‘wonderful,’ insightful...
This is a true story that happened back in the summer of 2009. I had spent the summer traveling over the USA coaching at different camps over the west coast. I am 23 years old and live in England but was enjoying myself in America ”living the dream” as they say, but it all came true when me and two friends headed across to New York City on our 2 week break over the independence holidays. We stayed in a standard hostel in Harlem. The place was vibrant with young guys and girls ranging from 18...
We were standing at the airline counter, redeeming our tickets to New York. The clerk was going through his list of canned questions, looking up only to snatch glimpses of the Grand Canyon–the 16 inches of Millie’s creamy-white cleavage (I measured it while she giggled). She was wearing a shockingly short microskirt and an incredibly low-cut T-shirt top, with a stretchy sling bra that offered very little support for her swaying, wobbling football tits. Actually, they’re bigger than footballs....
I was eighteen when I finally graduated high school. a couple of friends and I decided to go up to New York for a week. We drove up on a Friday night after school got out. It was a two-hour drive into the main city. Since summer was starting we could only find one hotel through almost the whole city. We checked in at midnight and went up to the room. We had four beds in the room and two of my friends, Jason and ted, crashed immediately. My other friend, Andy, and I stayed up talking for a...
This is a true story that happened back in the summer of 2009. I had spent the summer traveling over the USA coaching at different camps over the west coast. I am 23 years old and live in England but was enjoying myself in America ''living the dream'' as they say, but it all came true when me and two friends headed across to New York City on our 2 week break over the independence holidays.We stayed in a standard hostel in Harlem. The place was vibrant with young guys and girls ranging from 18...
Straight SexWe touched down in Leon around ten thirty local time and I immediately called Bianca. "Hola," Bianca said in Spanish. "Hello, am I speaking to the beautiful Marquesa Bianca?" I asked. "This is Bianca, is that you Michael?" she asked. "Yes it is," I replied. "Are you back home from your cruise?" "Yes, we returned Thursday and put Rachel and her mother on a flight back to the US yesterday evening," Bianca replied. "Where are you now?" "Oh, sitting in a plane at the airport...
It was the year 2001. 15-year-old Newt looked at himself in the mirror. He could see some of his mother Laverne’s African American features looking back, but also blue eyes and a lighter skin tone that must have come from his unknown father. He growled, angry. Why didn’t his mom ever tell him who his father was? Her insistence that she didn’t know didn’t make any sense! She said that Newt didn’t look like who she thought his father was, and she hadn’t been with any blue-eyed white boys. His...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
On his way home from high school, he saw her pull in to their driveway, and his heart began to beat faster. At the entrance to the York’s secluded home, he stopped, half-hidden behind a large tree. She had parked in front of the garage. He watched her from behind as she began unloading the groceries, the grey pencil skirt rising up over her long legs as she bent into the trunk. “Can I help you, Mrs. York?” he called. She straightened and turned to face him. Her crisp white blouse showed the...
TeenSeries 3, Episode 12: Kaye It’s picture postcard, travelogue time again as we take in a montage of the historical town of York. The old wall that wraps around the city center, the train museum celebrating the earliest days of steam, and finally the Jorvik Viking Centre, a museum celebrating the historical attacks on the city by the Viking hordes from over the North Sea. We’re in the museum on the pretense of shooting a documentary about barbarians. We’re watching a slim woman, approaching...
The New YorkerBy, U. Will Lovett So, I decided I needed a new car… well, not a new, but a better car than my current ride, I remembered that a trannie friend of mine had told me that she had purchased a new used vehicle from the nicest salesman… a really cute Latino guy named Johnny. So, I decided to give Johnny and Sunnyside a try. Little did I know; it would be Johnny who would end up “trying me on for size.” When I got to the lot at Sunnyside Motors, I asked the receptionist, Phyllis for a...
The New YorkerBy, U. Will Lovett When I decided I needed a new car… well, not a new, but a better car than my current ride, I remembered that a trannie friend of mine had told me that she had purchased a new used vehicle from the nicest salesman… a really cute Latino guy named Johnny. So, I decided to give Johnny and Sunnyside a try. Little did I know; it would be Johnny who would end up “trying me on for size.” When I got to the lot at Sunnyside Motors, I asked the receptionist, Phyllis for...
At first NIkki thought it should be just Cindy, but when Cindy asked if she could bring Sandy and Johnny to meet her and hear for themselves what she might be doing Nikki asked that I join also. At some point she wanted it to be only girl talk and maybe I could take Johnny out to give them privacy. "Girl talk?" "Nothing you can't hear later, but she wants my thoughts first. And of course Sandy." Sandy and Johnny arrived in time, as dressed up as two teens get. They looked respectable....
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...
We both awoke around six-thirty and we still smelt of sex, I think it turned us both on because she was soon all fours wiggling her arse and demanding, "Fuck me, come on, I'm horny!" We had a fast, furious five minutes of hard sex and we both came again. We then sat up to get our breath and Kelly said quite matter-of-factly, "What else turns you on? Would you fuck my arse, do a threesome with me and another girl? Would you tie me up and fuck me, spank me, piss on me, or me piss on you,...
Things settled down by Sunday night. Nicki and Donna had to return to Brown and Oberlin, so I spent some special time with each of them early and told them how much I loved them. The Mishawaka kids all left, as well, and I got deep promising kisses from Lexi and Judy. "I'm beginning to understand," Lexi said. "Thank you for loving us, Brian." I wasn't surprised to crawl into bed that night and have Whitney tug at me to go down to the master bedroom for some private time together....
" Stop that John." I had my arm around her shoulders and tried to kiss her. But Marci kept pulling back. Suddenly I pull her towards me and covered her mouth with mine. I'm forcing my tongue into her mouth. She is trying to pull away from me, her legs came apart exposing her red panties. As I'm holding Marci in a tongue-probing kiss I force my hand down the front of her dress. I'm squeezing her tits. When I finally broke the kiss and let her breath, she is getting mad. She tries to get...
Her stomach filled, she entered our bedroom. First thing she did as she entered the peaceful surroundings was take the clip from her hair, letting her thick black hair fall down past her shoulders. She rubbed her fingers into her scalp and neck….." OHHHH," She couldn’t hold back her moan. Feet sinking into the plush carpet, she pulled the clothing from her body. She felt the stress of the day melting away with every piece that fell to the floor. She didn’t stop till she got to our...
"Oh God! Oh fuck!" moaned Marisol, and she squealed through clenched teeth as the third orgasm rocked her body. Below her thrusting up and pulling her down with his hands on her hips, Phil roared his climax, a powerful one he'd held until she came with him. In their rapture they had ignored the persistent ringing of the phone. Staying at his father's Manhattan apartment made the call even less likely for Phil. Amidst the roar and the squeal, the answering machine clicked on. "I hope...
I have been married to my husband for a bit over three years and a while ago he brought up the idea of us being in a threesome with another woman. I know the idea sprang from a talk we had while making love, I had told him that I found the female body attractive and on occasion had wondered what it would be like to be with some very attractive women I had seen from time to time. Now my husband thinks I am beautiful, me I’m not so sure about beautiful but I do know the opposite sex finds me very...
LesbianWe entered the outmost orbit of the Dover System ten hours before the deadline. Har-Hi who stood next to me sighed. “I wished it would have taken longer. This is what I am born for, to be aboard a ship and roam the stars’”. I felt the same way and agreed with him, saying. “Me too.” The doors opened and Wetmouth stepped through, taking her seat behind the small science station at the rear of the bridge. I observed Har Hi who acted as the OPS officer of our little crew dedicating sensors...
This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. A true story This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. My wife and I were attending a car show in Newport Beach. It was at the Newporter Inn, a classically...
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