Big Beach Bulges Butts And Boobs Part 3
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As soon as he sat next to me and the hostess had wandered away, I hissed at him, “Turn that off! I am not going to have an orgasm right here in the restaurant, so don’t waste your time trying to make me.”
It was a lie, of course; with the vibrating egg deep inside of me and the remote in his hands, if he’d kept it at that special pulse-buzz-pulse setting that I like so much I’d probably have turned into a twitching, helpless, orgasming puddle of goo right there at our table!
Luckily he didn’t, but he also didn’t show me mercy by turning it off. Instead, he turned it to a slow, steady vibration, which, while it would not bring me to orgasm the way that the pulse (which I can feel every beat and throb of in my clit) would have, it still served to keep me right on the edge.
The steady, low vibration inside me isn’t even so much directly stimulating as it is focusing; the sensation forced me to focus on it, making me hyper-aware of my aroused sex and unable to fully involve my mind in other things and put aside sexual thoughts for awhile. By doing that it forced me into a continuous state of high arousal, the idea of sex always at the forefront, and I was lubricating madly – so much so that I was afraid I might make a big wet spot on my dress where I sat on it.
The many bright colors and wild print of the skirt would probably disguise any wet spot I might make, but still…
“Richie, turn it off, please! You’re going to make me soak through my dress if you don’t.”
“Really? You’re that wet?”
“Yes! You know me, what do you think?”
“I think it sounds like fun. I also think that idea makes me very hard.”
With him seated alongside me it was a simple thing to slip my hand beneath the table and into his lap, where I discovered he wasn’t lying. His erection was long and hard and lying against his left thigh, pointed down the pants leg of his cargo shorts.
“Mmm, very nice! Are you wearing underwear?”
He grinned. “Nope! I figured since you weren’t…”
I curled my fingers around the bottom hem of his shorts, and I could just touch the tip of his penis. It was wet and slippery and if he was only an inch or so longer it would have been sticking out of his pants. “Wow, Richie… you’re leaking too.” I continued to touch the silky, supple head of his cock, smearing his precum over it while teasing him.
He groaned. “Unnhh, fuck, Rayney! Much as I don’t want you to, you’d better stop.”
I didn’t, but I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Afraid you’re going to cum?”
“It could happen.”
“Wouldn’t that be fun!”
“Fuuuck… Please stop.”
“Turn off the egg. If you don’t make me leave a wet spot, I won’t make you make one either.”
He quickly turned it off, and I withdrew my slippery fingers. Looking him in the eye, I licked them and then dried them on my napkin. He stared, then sat quietly for a minute, forcing himself to breathe slow and steady before he said, “Damn, that was close. You’re evil.”
“You started it, buster. Were you that close to coming?”
“Razor’s edge. I can’t help it, you know; the idea of you having an orgasm right here in public is so fucking hot.”
“Richie…” What could I say? I loved that him thinking of me like that excited him. “Maybe you can turn it back on during dessert, but no more ‘til then. Deal?”
“Deal. But then you still can’t make me walk out of here with wet pants.”
I laughed but agreed. We had a very nice dinner, during which we were both able to dial back our arousal a few clicks. Unfortunately, he remembered that I’d told him he could resume his abuse of my libido during dessert, and he did, setting the egg throbbing again. Surprising myself, I soon came hard, and I think my fingers may have left dents in the table where I was gripping it so tight, attempting to be quiet and not writhe around. I didn’t entirely succeed, but mostly, and I also didn’t much care by then.
He continued to let it throb inside of me, and by the time we left, I was a quivering mass of nerve endings desperately in need of serious relief, my pussy, ass, and upper thighs, where I’d rubbed them together, slippery with the evidence of my arousal.
But he was just as bad, as I could tell by his attitude and the hard ridge of his penis defined so well against the leg of his shorts, so I suggested a walk on the beach. It killed me to do it when all I wanted was his face between my legs or that hard length deep inside of me, but I had some ideas. He reluctantly agreed, and once he’d settled up by signing the bill and adding our cottage number we walked out and followed the garden path and then the boardwalk down to the beach.
We strolled down the sand for a while, far enough to get away from the lights of the resort and some of the other beach strollers. He kept the egg vibrating inside of me, and I could feel my arousal leaking down my legs, but now I no longer cared. I’d also quit worrying about it falling out, first because it apparently wasn’t going to do that, but also because if it did, there was nobody around to see it. Worst case, it would get all sandy and need to be washed.
We eventually sat on the sand, looking out over the ocean in the bright moonlight. We were just above the farthest reach of the small waves that were breaking on the beach, where the sand was still dry, but on about every seventh or eighth wave the water just touched our toes. We talked and teased each other, playing little sex mind games, and with my knees drawn up and my feet apart I could sometimes hear the buzz of the vibrator in me over the sounds of the surf.
He eventually said, “Are you as wet as you said?”
“You made me come, Richard, so of course I am – you know me. You can check for yourself if you get all the sand off your hands first.”
He quickly but thoroughly brushed the sand from his hands, wiping them on his pants and then his shirt, then scooted up beside me and snuck his hand down between my legs. When his fingers slid in the slippery juices on my inner thighs, he laughed. “Wow, Rayney! You weren’t kidding! Horny girl…”
“Your fault.” His fingers were at my sex now, and when he stroked my most sensitive spot, I gasped. “Ohh, god!”
He laughed again. “Fuck, hon’! Your clit is so hard it’s like a tiny little dick.”
“Don’t be mean. You’re embarrassing me.”
“No… I mean, don’t be embarrassed, I love it! If I could, I’d shove my face between your legs right here and lap up every drop, then suck your little clitty until you begged me to stop.”
“God… That might take a while; you know how much I enjoy orgasms.”
“I do, yes. Wanna have one?”
“God, yes!” So encouraged, he slid two fingers into me, using them to manipulate the still-vibrating egg up inside of me while his thumb went to work on my clit. Needless to say, I came. It was quick and hard, and I was groaning and bucking my hips, thrusting my pussy against his probing fingers. I don’t think I made enough noise that anybody nearby heard me over the surf, but only because I forced myself to be as quiet as possible. I wanted to scream, push him down, and mount him, cock or face, but I didn’t.
Instead, I quickly fished his erection out of the leg of his shorts. He pulled his knees up like mine were, each of us conscious of hiding our partner’s hand at our sex from the occasional walker – usually couples - that passed between us and the sea on the wet, hard-packed sand. I maneuvered about three or four inches of him past the hem of his shorts, the spongy-hard head of his cock slippery with his precum, and I knew by the sounds he was making that he was not going to last long!
I think his cock was about as big and hard as I’d ever felt it, but still, as I stroked it I felt him swell and stiffen further, and knew he was about to come. Through gritted teeth, he moaned, “Ohh, Rayney, fuuuccckkk!” and a long rope of white cum, glistening in the moonlight, shot out of him and landed in a white streak on the wet sand four or five feet in front of us.
Another followed, and then another, slightly less powerful, and then several more small spurts that spread across the sand right between his feet. By then my fingers were covered with his warm cream, and I brought them to my lips and sucked them clean as he watched.
He looked so envious that I returned my hand to his still-softly-spasming cock and milked a few more dribbles of cum from him, which I offered to him; he took it, eagerly sucking my fingers clean. After that, we gathered what we could from his cock, his balls, and his thigh, and shared it as we kissed.
By the time we were done, the only remaining evidence of his massive orgasm was his long, semi-hard cock hanging out of his pants leg and the many gleaming white streaks and pearls of his cum on the sand in front of us. I’d expected it to quickly soak in, but it didn’t. Instead, it beaded up and lay there in the bright moonlight as incriminating evidence of our lewd behavior!
Before we could kick sand over it, another couple walked between us and the sea, an attractive young couple, probably about our age. They nodded hello, as many had, and when she turned and looked at us and smiled, I was sure she’d seen my husband’s cum everywhere. She leaned in and said something softly to her guy as they passed, and he looked over his shoulder at us and chuckled.
When they moved a little farther away, Richey whispered, “I think she saw my cum on the sand. Fuck, she nearly stepped in it!”
I smiled, enjoying that idea, but then I glanced down and laughed. “Or, she may have seen your beautiful cock hanging out of your shorts. Are you trolling for women?”
He looked startled, glanced down, swore, and then quickly tucked himself away. “That’s embarrassing!”
“I don’t know why it should be. Some people go nude on this beach, after all, and you do have a very nice cock.”
“Very funny. I didn’t see you flashing them your pussy.”
“I didn’t think of it in time.” When he goggled, I laughed. “I might have, you know; something about the warm breezes, the sand and the sea, and being here with the man I love is making me very horny. You know I do silly stuff when I get like this.”
“Yeah, half-drunk and horny. It looks good on you!” He grinned. “On that note, should we go back to the room and fuck each other’s brains out?”
“I thought you’d never offer. But first…” I spread my legs and reached down, searching for the little vinyl loop from the egg, which was there to make it easier to remove. When I found it, I slowly pulled the still-vibrating little bastard out of my sensitized sex, and almost fucking came again as I did! “Ohh, god! This thing is damn diabolical. Whoever invented this is twisted… and brilliant! Some kind of evil genius…”
He laughed, and I pressed the purple egg, slick and dripping with my juices, to his lips. “Open…”
He did, as if to lick my arousal fluids from the plastic case, and I pushed it, still wet and vibrating, into his mouth. He looked shocked, and I could hear it clattering against his teeth. “You may want to turn that off before it chips all your teeth.”
It wouldn’t have (I don’t think) but he quickly scrambled for the remote and shut it down, then stood looking at me, a streak of drool – or my cum – on his chin. He said, “Har muff uh ooh erwit iss?” and then he drooled.
I translated that to ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ which may or may not have been right, but I answered, “You have to keep it in your mouth until we get back to our room.”
He frowned. Oohhh, ayey, ahoh air!”
I understood ‘Oh, Rayney, that’s no fair!’ out of that, and replied, laughing, “I had it inside of me for the last three hours, so stop whining – just be glad I don’t have the remote! When we get back to the room, you get to see if you can put it back in me without using your hands.”
“Oh. Oh-ay!” He grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary – or, more accurately, was still trying to. He liked that idea!
I smiled at his eager acceptance and we began the long stroll back along the beach. I talked, he listened, which I thought was just about perfect. I teased him some more about the well-hung stud in the blue Speedo and what I’d like to do with his big cock, and when I reached over and felt him he was hard and throbbing. He also had cum stains on his pants that I hadn’t been aware of until we got back into better light, where they became very apparent.
Occasionally we’d meet someone, or another couple, and exchange a friendly greeting – or rather, I would. Richard would just smile awkwardly and nod. I hadn’t mentioned the cum on his pants, but I saw a few pairs of eyes drop to his bulge and his slimy wet spots, and I planned to mention it to him after we got back to our room.
I was extremely aware of how wet I still was, and our games were keeping me aroused so it wasn’t letting up at all. I think that if I’d had panties on I would have felt like I’d peed myself, I was so wet! We made it back to our cottage eventually, and when we’d barely closed the door behind us I unzipped him and freed his cock.
It was long and hard and gorgeous, with that little bit of upward curve that fits me so well, and as I softly stroked it, I said, “Your bulgy shorts sure got a lot of admiring looks on the way back.”
“Uh-uh.”
“Yes, they did! Or else maybe they were just wondering how you got cum all over them.”
“Huh?” He bent forward and looked at his pants, then at me. “Ayey! Ooh ooh?”
“Of course I knew, but what were you going to do, walk back with no pants on?” I laughed. “You had no choice but to do the walk of shame!”
He blushed, rolled his eyes, then shook his head and said, “Ucch,” which I think was ‘fuck’, and pulled me toward the bed, eager to have the egg out of his mouth. I think he planned to throw me on the bed and dive between my legs so he could shove the egg back into me with his tongue and lips, and I pretended to go along with it until the last second when I turned and half-pulled, half-pushed him onto the bed first.
His feet and shins hit the bed platform and he had no choice but to fall forward, twisting onto his shoulder and then his back as he landed – probably afraid he break his erect dick if he didn’t! As soon as he landed I was on him, straddling his body and scooting forward so that I was directly above his face. I couldn’t see him because he was below my skirt, but I knew he was looking directly up at my bare pussy just inches above his face. I stayed like that, not lowering myself down so that he could get rid of his mouthful of plastic egg.
“You like the view?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You want me to get lower so you can do the egg thing?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Tough, I’m not going to. I carried it around way longer than you have and you were being cruel with the remote.”
“Ayey! K’onng!”
“Nope, I’m not gonna c’mon. You can keep it a little longer while I play with this.” I leaned back and reached behind me and found his erection. With my other hand, I reached into his open zipper and lifted his balls out into the open too, so I had sexy Richie parts for both hands to enjoy. When he realized what I was doing, he quit complaining and groaned with pleasure.
“You’re very hard.”
“Uh-huh, I oh.”
“I know you know, silly. Are you going to come?”
“Ih ooh.”
“In me?” I felt him nod, which he’d done out of habit, not remembering that I couldn’t see his face at all. “Okay. In my mouth, or my pussy?”
“Uh-huh.”
I laughed. “So you’re not too picky then, huh? Good to know.” I moved back and lowered myself onto his erection, guiding his long cock into me with my hand. He slid in easily, my arousal and the fact that I’d carried that egg around for so long easing the way for him, and I gasped as I felt him enter and stretch my tight opening before sliding deep; I took him in until my bottom rested against his balls.
With his face now uncovered, I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned around the egg in his mouth while I rode down his length. “Feel good, hon’?”
“Uh-huh! Oh, eye gaw!”
I laughed. “Oh my God indeed, but I thought that was my line. Are you going to come?”
He shrugged.
“Remember, you’ll still have to put the egg back in me with your mouth, even if you come in me.”
He moaned. I knew he didn’t find that idea repulsive in any way, just the opposite; he loves to kiss me after he’s come in my mouth and he loves to go down on me after he’s just left a fresh load in me, and it invariably makes me come too. “Just think how easy it would be to push that toy back inside of me, all stretched open by your huge cock and all of your slippery, warm cum dripping out of me and onto your lips, on the egg, to help it slide back in…”
That worked just as I’d intended! He groaned and thrust upward, bucking his hips up and holding himself deep as I felt the first hard spasms of his cock pumping into me. His hands closed over my breasts, squeezing them, pinching and tugging roughly at my hard nipples through my dress as he came.
I’d talked him into a huge orgasm with my teasing, but I’d also talked myself into one, and when I felt him flexing and spurting deep inside of me along with his rough boob play, I came too. I love the way he feels, so huge and hard and powerful as he comes, something that often causes me to reach an amazing climax if I’m even close to it, and this time, I was!
With my eyes closed, I threw my head back, and I could hear myself moaning and crying out, telling him I was coming. I pumped my hips against him, grinding on his pubic bone and working on his hardness, which I kept deep inside as he spilled himself into me.
It went on forever but somehow still not long enough, and as my orgasm slowly began to ease and fade and I felt him stop twitching and squirting inside of me, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. “Wow! You must have needed that, huh?”
He nodded. “Uh-huh.”
I smiled at him. “Me too. Are you almost ready to get rid of that egg, before it hatches?”
He grinned around it and nodded again.
“It feels like you came gallons in me. Are you ready for that too?”
He groaned softly at the thought and nodded eagerly. I leaned forward over him. “Unzip me. Just because you like to run around with your cum all over your pants, it doesn’t mean that I want it all over my dress.”
He smiled and shook his head, but he cooperated and unzipped me so I could tug my dress over my head. Finally naked, I tossed it on the foot of the bed and looked at him. “Ready?”
When he nodded, I rose and he slid out of me, causing me to gasp as I felt him slip free. I heard his cock flop onto his tummy with a wet, meaty ‘plop’ as I quickly scooted up and over his face, leaving a trail of cum pearls on his tummy and chest – no worries, there was still plenty in me when I lowered myself onto his waiting mouth.
He immediately seized my hips and pulled me tightly to his lips as he went to work with his tongue, trying to push the toy back into me. To my surprise, he seemed to accomplish it quite easily, although I’ll admit to giving an assist when he could only get it in so far with his tongue; I reached down and used a finger to push it a little deeper, amazed to discover that my considerate lover had even put it in right-side-up, with the little loop sticking out!
As if his thoughtfulness wasn’t enough reason to be glad I’d married him, he eagerly went to work on me with tongue and lips and creativity, quickly bringing me to another orgasm. The fact that he wasn’t at all squeamish about his cum had been a surprise to me after a couple of previous boyfriends, so wimpy that they didn’t even want to kiss me right after I’d sucked them, but it was the best kind of surprise. I won’t say it’s why I married him, but it certainly didn’t hurt his chances!
His hands on my ribcage, he lifted me, indicating he wanted me to raise up. When I did, he said, “I’m drowning!”
I laughed. “Your fault! Want me to move?”
“No way! My turn to get even with you for making me carry that thing in my mouth.”
When he suddenly started slapping at his pants pocket, it took me a moment to realize he was searching for the remote. We’d been so focused on getting the egg back inside of me and enjoying each other that we’d forgotten all about turning it on, and when he did and went back to flicking my clit with his tongue, I came again, hard and sudden, tongue and technology a potent combination.
Several minutes and two more orgasms later, I realized that his idea of “getting even with me” meant making me orgasm my way into unconsciousness; I made a mental note to trick and abuse him more often and rode his face for all I was worth, until we were both sheened in sweat and I couldn’t take any more.
Every nerve ending in my body alight and almost painfully sensitive, I eventually toppled off him and laid there, gasping and twitching, astonished at what our sex play and teasing – along with the sinfully decadent tropical surroundings - had wrought. Seeing my condition, he was kind enough to turn off the damn vibrator! Eventually, when I could stand to be touched again, he gently tugged the toy out of me.
He went and washed it and his face, stripped out of his clothes, and brought back a warm, wet washcloth, which he used on me. Then he snuggled up and held me and we fell sound asleep almost instantly.
He woke me in the middle of the night and we made love, slow and tender and with no games, making it last and last as we whispered and touched. I wrapped my legs around him and looked up into his eyes, enjoying one wonderful little orgasm after another until I felt him stiffen and heard him groan. I focused on squeezing him as he emptied himself into me again, and we drifted back to sleep with him still inside of me.
Sometime later he slipped out, and when I woke up it was light out and I was laying in the wet spot, and he was spooned to my back, his rigid morning erection (as dependable as the sunrise) against my butt. He woke up when I took him into me from behind, holding his cock and guiding him into my creamy, wet, messy sex. He managed to wring two more orgasms from me, and I eventually got one more nice, juicy one from him.
Once we caught our breath, we showered together as we planned our day. Leaving the windows open to air out the distinctive scent of sex, we went to breakfast – a fruit bowl full of mango, guava, bananas, peaches, and some local fruit I didn’t recognize for me and banana pancakes with coconut syrup and bacon for him. I teased him about what the pearly-white, thick, coconut syrup looked like on his pancakes, but he shared and it was delicious. I think that in the end, I ate more of his and he ate more of mine!
After breakfast we went back, changed into our suits, and went to the beach. We wandered down the beach a long way from the resort. Since we saw quite a few topless women I took off my top and put it in the pack we carried for our junk, surprised at how natural it felt and barely self-conscious at all.
I know I don’t have large boobs but I think they look pretty good and judging by the glances and friendly smiles I got from some of the men and couples we passed, they seemed to think so too. A couple of those ladies were seriously built, though, much larger than me, and I know Richard was enjoying the variety, even if some of them might have been “enhanced”.
It was sparsely populated farther down the beach, maybe a half-mile from the resort, and we noticed that some people were going nude. We found a place up the beach, back from the water but near some low, scrubby bushes, and spread our towels.
We talked about it and decided to be brave and remove our suits before we swam, using the excuse that then sand wouldn’t get stuck all over them. Naked on the beach, a first for us, we looked at each other in amazement for a moment, laughed, and then went in the water. It was pleasantly cool and it felt wonderful to have the water flowing over our bare skin.
We swam and played for a little while before we decided we’d better go put on some sunscreen. It would be a crime to not be able to touch each other for days!
As we were getting close to the beach we saw a guy headed our way that we were sure was the same guy from the previous day, the one in the overstuffed blue Speedo that I’d teased Richie about with my fantasy. Today he had a towel over his shoulder and was wearing more of an aqua color suit, but it was just as tight and bulgy.
Richie saw him first and called my attention to him. “Hey, isn’t that the guy from yesterday that made you all hot in the pants?”
I looked and nodded. “I think so, yeah, but I wasn’t wearing pants if you’ll recall. And I think I remember him making you pretty hot too, later.”
“True, I suppose. So, you going to chase your fantasy?”
“Do you think I should?” I figured he was daring me, and that there was a good chance he’d call it quits first.
“It’s up to you. How do you plan to do it?”
In truth, I had no idea. I hadn’t been serious about it either, just teasing Richard, but… “Maybe I’ll just accidentally bump into him.”
“On a wide-open beach. That would be subtle. Maybe he’ll want to get close enough to check out your tits.”
“Richie, there are bare tits all over this place, most of them bigger than mine. I could ask him to put sunscreen on my back, I suppose.”
He laughed. “Sure, with me right there and my arms not in casts. Also subtle, hon’.”
“Hmm. Tell you what, why don’t you go swimming for a few more minutes?”
“Seriously?”
“If you’re ok with it, yes.” Determined not to let him win, I’d called his bet. Now he seemed less sure of himself but fell back on bluster, one of his favorite tactics.
“Babe, I think you’ll chicken out, but ok then. Just don’t take too long, I’m starting to get pruney.”
I laughed and waved over my shoulder as I headed for the beach. I noticed Speedo guy looking at me as I came out of the water and was very conscious of being naked, but he smiled and nodded and I smiled back as if I did this every day, hardly trembling at all – and then had to walk right past where he’d dropped his towel.
I watched his eyes run over my body as he smiled again and said, “Beautiful day, huh? How’s the water?”
It was the same as it was every day this time of year, low eighties and crystal clear, which I’m sure he knew, but I ignored the butterflies in my tummy and replied, “It’s amazing! Nice waves and it feels so good.” His buff body and his suit looked even better up close, his heavy balls bulging and his substantial cock conspicuous against the thin Lycra, the big head of it readily apparent; in fact, his manhood showed so plainly that I wondered if he was hard.
He nodded. “Cool, thanks. Think I’ll catch a few rays.”
“Me too. Later!”
I walked on by, another thirty or forty feet to our spot, but I could almost feel his eyes on my ass, which I like better than my boobs. Plus, I could feel the heat between my legs and the tingle of arousal that told me I’d soon be getting wet. Or wetter, anyhow.
I bent and found our bottle of sunscreen in our bag. With my back to him, I crouched down, sitting on my heels rather than bending at the waist and flashing him my ass and pussy. I knew it would have been a better move to advance the game, but also very obvious and sleazy, and just not me! There are different levels of slutty, and that was above mine… or is it below?
As I sat and began putting the lotion on, starting at my feet and calves as I tried to work up the nerve to approach him, I was surprised by how nervous I felt! However, I was also starting to feel very horny, which helped to offset the nervousness. And yes, I knew I was getting very wet!
As I was rehearsing the line I planned to use in my head, “Excuse me, but would you mind…” a shadow fell across me and he said, “Sorry to bother you, but I left my sunscreen back at the resort. Could I maybe borrow some of yours?”
I turned and looked up, ready to tell him sure, no problem, and right there, just above my eye level was one of the prettiest, most beautifully impressive and very masculine packages I’d ever seen, no longer stuffed into his too-snug Speedo. It was just right there, totally exposed, Speedo guy minus his Speedo right in front of my eyes! I realized I was staring when I should have been speaking, but he’d caught me so utterly off-guard that I couldn’t help it.
With Richard’s rock-hard cock in my mouth, Adam deep inside of me from behind, and his large, heavy balls in my hand, I was in heaven! I soon came once more, moaning around Richie’s cock and tightening my grip on Adam’s swollen scrotum. Richie had to pull away again, too close to losing control, but Adam swore and drove into me, and I felt his cock begin to strain and pulse as he finally climaxed and filled me with cum.It felt incredible, and with the reassurance of my husband’s intense and...
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Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Fbailey storyAll I said was, “Wow! You girls sure are big.”That’s when they turned on me and one replied, “You call us fat again and we’ll kick your fucking ass.”Quickly I apologized by saying, “Oh no! Sorry! I didn’t mean it that way. You see in my last school all of the girls were either anorexic, bulimic, or weighed less than a hundred pounds. You girls on the other hand have bigger boobs, butts, and bellies than I have ever seen before. I sure like the way you girls look.”At least they...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
Below a new set of real life stories about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda, nick name Peituda Safada.You can meet her at the strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba Brazil!Fernanda & Paulla entertaining a guy.I had sex 2 days ago with together another dancer from the club:An american guy wants see how 2 girls do lesbian sex.He orders us to put out all clothes, only we must wear our shoesAfter that we must kissing. He wants see how our tongue goes deep in each other mouth .We must play by...
Reddit Bulges, aka r/Bulges! Ladies, you should know that The Porn Dude cares about you too. I know I might have made some unsavory comments about females who like to have a lot of sex in the past, but let’s just leave that behind us. I’m extending an olive branch here, and that olive branch comes in the form of a subreddit by the name of /r/Bulges. I really threw myself into the fire with this one, girls, so you better appreciate what I’m doing for you. I had to look at so many dicks on this...
Porn for Women SitesThere was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Brenda Oliver sat down with her husband Steve at the table they were led to on the veranda outside the dining room. “Your waitress will be with you in a moment,” the hostess told them. “Breakfast is served buffet-style.” “Thank you,” replied Steve. His eyes lingered on the trim form of the hostess as she walked away; she and the waitresses wore short wrap dresses in an island print, and low sandals. He turned back to see his wife watching him with amusement, and blushed. “I’m pretty sure I...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
There were three things that set Bryan apart from other well-liked and decent young men who populated the two-year old Principality of Layland. The most noticeable was his great wealth. He had become a billionaire a few times over and it happened nearly overnight. His good fortune emerged from a bad decision. You see, a shyster real estate man knew Bryan had a little money and he lied about mineral and oil reserves under Layland Acres and he told Bryan if he purchased the property immediately...
Fetish[Note: this story involves the same characters as the series ‘Coyoacan Mi Amor.’ I wanted to make it part of that cycle but it can be read on its own. Enjoy!] —— ‘You’re in for a real treat,’ said Bernardo as he steered the Jeep Cherokee over the rutted road. Scrub brush lined the lanes, every few miles they stopped as a cow ambled across. ‘My kidneys are bruised from all the bumping. It’d better be great whenever we get where you’re taking us, Bernardo,’ said Dan Lissner, senior writer for...
This is Raj from Mumbai, I am also regular reader of this site for stories such as younger boy with older women, coz I see much of excitement when it comes to older females as I had sex with one older women way back about 2 years which is continuing till now. We live in Mumbai in a apartment and my parents both are working busy people but nothing wrong since I had all my lively hood, I had a neighbor aunt named Reema, who was a widow and that time she was 35 yr old, and she was the one to take...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestI stopped the rental car at the top of the hill overlooking the wide curve of the sandy beach on the west coast of Crete. Despite the fact that it was late September, the sand still shimmered in the late morning heat, and the lines of waves breaking in the blue water looked inviting. A few things had changed - there was now a new hotel block at the far end of the beach next to the taverna. But at this time of year, there would only be a few other people around, and I was looking forward to...
OutdoorSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
There were three things that set Bryan apart from other well-liked and decent young men who populated the two-year old Principality of Layland. The most noticeable was his great wealth. He had become a billionaire a few times over and it happened nearly overnight. His good fortune emerged from a bad decision. You see, a shyster real estate man knew Bryan had some money and he lied about mineral and oil reserves under Layland Acres and he told Bryan if he purchased the property immediately for...
Hello friends. How are you? I imagine they are fine, no matter what time and no where in the world are reading me right now. Can you imagine what I would not give right now for being asoleándome? Refrescándome?? Beach, sun, sand, women (men if they are women) and sex, are the general characteristics that define a beach when a person visits, in this story, love and sex and was on my side though outside in secret, and it was the woman who changed my life and gave a radical shift in the sexual, a...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Bikini Beach: The Handyman Elrod W "Damn!" The old woman cursed again as she slammed the phone down. A shapely young woman looked up sharply at the noise and the curse. "What is it, grandma?" The old woman mouthed an even more profane curse, then sighed. "Those idiots want seven hundred dollars to fix the pump! And they can't do it until next Thursday." She glanced out the one tiny window of her office, gazing for a few moments at the artificial mountain and the water...
We sat at a table on the edge of the terrace overlooking the sea. We seemed to be the only people there. The owner had gone to town and left a local girl to take care of us that evening. She was probably sixteen, slim with dark hair and wonderful olive skin. She was obviously trying to break out of the traditional mold, because she wore a tight thin purple leotard, cut low at the back, and a brief miniskirt which barely covered her crotch. As she came over I could see her young breasts and...
OutdoorArmand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
the year 2000 was a pretty good year for my dogging adventures.I'd been told about a place called Studland beach and seeing as I was working not that far away I decided that I'd take a look one day after work.It took me a lot longer than I expected to drive there, and once there I had no idea that you had to walk for quite a bit. Nor had I expected there to be so many people. Studland is a very popular place.It might have been that I was there on the wrong day, or at the wrong part of the...
Bikini Beach: Wandering Eyes By Elrodw An active volcano would not have fumed so much as Brenda. It always got to her. At first, she'd considered that she was just being jealous, that her husband's roving eye bothered her because she felt threatened by other women. But now, after several months, she was certain that it wasn't because he was jealous - it was because Dennis' ogling really bothered her. She slapped him lightly. "Stop that," she hissed. Dennis turned his gaze back...
Bikini Beach - The Band ElrodW A high school garage band isn't doing very well at getting opportunities to perform. Some of the band members think they'd go further if they could replace the female lead vocalist who moved away. The problem is where to find such a singer. Then one of them decides to see if he can find a girl to recruit at Bikini Beach... ********** Bikini Beach: The Band This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative...
Sex on a Sandy Beach?Well, my current girlfriend (one of many) is Candice, a well built, sassy redhead from Chicago. She was somewhat stocky but made up for it with the nicest set of large boobs I have ever seen on a women. They not the biggest I’ve ever seen but they were the best formed pair of tits I have ever seen on a women and Candy knew it. She always dressed in low cut tops with a bra with plenty of lift with her cleavage pouring out of her top. Now, being a big city girl she knew the...
HANDSOME BEACH COCKA fun story for my darling wife.Like all my stories, it has a basis in actual events.Like all my stories, it's about sex for fun and pleasure.________________________________________________________________________________We had had a fairly busy Saturday – nothing interesting just “stuff”. It was summer in Sydney so we decided to end the day relaxing in the late afternoon sun at our favourite nude beach. Being naked on a secluded little beach, with other naked people is such...
Sequel to Andy and the L45-20 expanding dildo The knock on the door came at 10pm. Andy was alone. Watching TV. He answered it, he hadn’t expected anyone. Two guys in dark suits. “Oh fuck!” he thought out loud. “Mr McEndrue?” the lead suit enquired. “Who’s asking,” Andy replied. “May we come in?” “Looks like you’re coming in anyway.” Andy conceded and let them come in. “You sold an expanding sex toy to a young lady,” lead suit said bluntly, “One of my colleagues Ellanore...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
Watching another people in a sandy beachVictor and I were invited by some friends to come to that nice country, Portugal, a land with an eternal spring season during the whole year.On the fourth day we went to a nudist beach on the coast.When we arrived there, a few couples were packing their things away as it was around five o’clock in the afternoon.We lay in a nice spot, close to the rocks and the sandy dunes; so, there was nobody close to us.Of course, ten minutes later I was fully naked,...
"I wanna see that big black dick again." Her accent was thick, a country drawl. She took off her over sized "See Gulf Shores" t-shirt and revealed a tiny black bikini and a small figure, a k**'s really. Vernon and Jules looked at each other. Vernon spoke up, "We really didn't know anyone lived here. This place has been deserted for a while, these beach houses have been vacant through the recession. Locals use it as a 'Lovers Lane', you know. They come down here with blankets and umbrellas and...
Early September. School is back in session. Sandy and Randy, being the same age, go to most of the same classes. They, of course, keep it cool between them, since you know how gossipy high-schoolers can be. Because they both were born the same day, they have always celebrated birthdays together. They never minded, and this time was no exception, even now as ‘14-year-old teenagers.’ After school, there was soccer and other sports, so they were always away from each other. Their mom was still...
Wreck Beach in Vancouver, B.C. was the beginning ofa distinct chapter in my life as a young sensuala****l. This day began as a sizzling vacation periodof time in the month of June on our infamous nudebeach just after my 19th birthday. The walk to thenaked open-mindedness among all those freethinkingindividuals was exciting to me that afternoon as Idescended the thousand steps.Arriving at the bottom of the trail, I foundmyself walking along the beautiful beach through amass of sun worshipers, at...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Mother in law gangbanged at the beach part 3In the morning Sam went to check on Wendy and to tell her that Ben and Gary were waiting to stretch that tight cunt of hers with both of their cocks in her cunt, Sam lifted the flap to the tent and saw Wendy laying between her two brothers asleep, she was covered in dry cum from head to foot. Wendy was lying on her side with Glenn's cock still in her hand while Jimmy was behind her with his cock stuck to her arse after it had plopped out her arse...
My wife is a sexy and roaming wife. She just can't seem to help herself. I am her fourth husband because she just couldn't be faithful to anyone. We have now been married eight years and she knows it turns me on when she has her infidelities and I always let her cuck me with at least one of these conditions: that she either does it with me watching, listening or her telling me about it just before or right after. One of my favorites parts though is to watch her seduce or be seduced. When she is...
P90SEX Chapter 3: THE BEACH PARTY From in front of my computer, I called out to my wife who was in the next room, “Allie, I just got an email from Natalie. She says that we can arrive at her place any time from three o’clock this Friday. I might schedule myself off so that we can get there early.” “Great idea," Allie replied. “I’ll make plans to take the day off too so that we can leave right after breakfast and be there in plenty of time. How long would you expect it to take us?” “About...
Group SexDear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
They stopped the car at the headland and looked out to the north over a deserted sweep of pure white sand. It was a beautiful vista, a low swell pushing green rolling breakers into the beach in a steady pulse, the waves breaking in a white frothy foam on the shore."Shall we go down onto the beach?" he asked, knowing that she would agree."Yes, let's," she replied as she swung the door open and stepped out onto the grass, her firm breasts swinging freely in her string top bikini bra.He got out,...
I had come to Jacksonville for another boring business trip; but this afternoon I had finished all the job and then I could go to enjoy the beach.It was early September and the weather was very fine. As soon as I left the hotel, I took off my shirt and I hiked down the long path to the beach. As I reached the end of the trail I could see that I was alone. There were no other footprints in the sand. The beach seemed to be empty, just for me.I walked more than a mile close to the sea and threw my...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
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