Catriona
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I was jealous when my twin brother Jon told me he had a girlfriend. Jon was mine, and I didn't want to share him. I couldn't tell him that, of course. I was the fast girl during high school, and even in college, when my tastes went far beyond what I could get in back seat, I never even tried to make love to Jon. We were best friends, and sometimes he was the only guy in the world I could stand the sight of, but I never told him how I truly felt.
But this woman, who he found in our sophomore year in junior college, was a threat all the sudden. Jon was a propeller-head and had as much social life as the computers he worked on. Our mother and I kept him decently dressed and made sure he had a date now and then, but when he latched on to this Daphne person, it was a surprise.
I have to admit she did him good. She was a fellow computer person, he told us. One day, he asked me to come along when he picked her up from work.
We waited for her in the mall. I didn't even know what she looked like, and I was surprised at the woman who waved and smiled as she came out the door.
"This is Daphne," he said to me. "And this is my sister, Robin." My respect for Jon went into orbit. She was drop-dead beautiful. Like me, she was of medium height, with thick, dark hair pulled back and tied with a crimson ribbon. She had a pale, round face and wore a black jacket, very short black skirt, black stockings, and flats. She wore oversized round glasses over large, violet eyes. I felt almost plain next to her.
She squeezed my hand firmly, then let go of it and kissed Jon very thoroughly.
The initial impression was good for both of us. The fact that we liked each other immediately didn't lessen my jealousy, but made it easier. We became close quickly. We double-dated (I didn't have a regular boy-friend, but I had a small stable of men who were more than willing to be seen with me). I spent time with both of them. We made a very comfortable threesome. She became my best friend.
Mom told me she was sure they were sleeping together. I knew they were, but I wasn't telling. I didn't talk to them about it either, because I was afraid I'd betray myself.
Every summer Mom arranged to borrow a friend's lakeside home over the Independence Day weekend. Jon and I were going, of course, and Daphne was invited too.
Mom, Jon and I arrived together Thursday night, and Daphne was beating on the front door by eight the next morning. When the day got warm, we ditched shorts for bathing suits. Jon had his classic trunks, I wore a high-collared, skin tight yellow one piece, and Daphne wore a thong bikini that was positively indecent. She looked very good, and I wondered again how Jon had managed to land her. It made me want to get her into bed, and I felt a different kind of jealousy.
"I think you must be the two sexiest women in the world," Jon said as he lay between us beside the lake.
"You can't count," I said. "There's one here, and she's on the other side of you." I'm far from beautiful, but I've got a killer body and I make the most of it.
"I accept the compliment," Daphne said, "and I don't think Robin has anything to complain about."
"Besides," I said, "I'm your sister, you're not supposed to notice me."
"Sorry," he said, slapping my butt, "can't help it." So maybe he did notice me. We'd shared a bathroom for years, he should have noticed something by now. I had. He could pat my rear anytime. He turned his head away and I heard the sound of his hand on Daphne's bottom. She laughed, and I looked over. His hand lingered on her bare bottom, and for a moment I envied her. But I kept watching his hand until he drew it back.
We had a barbecue in the late afternoon and debated whether or not we'd all go watch fireworks at the park on the far side of the lake. Mom decided she wanted to go, but we decided to stay. I had an idea why Jon and Daphne wanted mom to go away for awhile, but they seemed willing to let me stay. Mom seemed happy that I was staying too, probably thinking it would keep them from any sexual shenanigans. I knew better, but I wasn't telling her.
We cleaned up and sat in the shade of the porch. Mom and I read and Jon and Daphne played backgammon. About seven o'clock Mom decided to leave to find a good seat. As soon as the car disappeared up the driveway Jon and Daphne were on their feet.
"We'll be back," Jon said to me.
"Ooooh, can I watch?" I asked playfully. Jon, of course, knew my predilections, and ignored me.
"Not this time!" Daphne replied with a laugh as they disappeared into the house.
Refilling my glass from the pitcher of iced tea, I thought about her answer, wondering if she meant it. I returned to my book, but I couldn't concentrate because I caught myself listening to them. I could imagine Jon's hands on her breasts, his lips and tongue on her round, brown nipples, his fingers opening the delicate flower between her legs, finding the sensitive nub of her clitoris beneath its hood with his tongue. My fantasy was punctuated by a particularly loud moan from Daphne, and I imagined her mouth open, her tongue licking its way up Jon's erect cock, exploring the cleft at the base of his glans, then the hole at its tip, sucking it into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper, his hands in her hair and on her breasts...
Unconsciously I'd been rubbing my vulva through the thin material of my swimsuit, and my orgasm was almost a surprise. I relaxed afterward, slurped iced tea, wondering how I could have either one of them. I enjoyed women as well as men, and I simply couldn't find a preference for either. Right now I felt a strong preference for both my brother and his lover.
Daphne stepped out onto the porch, in her bikini, her color high. Without saying anything, she found her glass and poured herself some tea. I smiled at her and returned to my book.
Fireworks were scheduled for 10:30, and it was pretty dark an hour earlier. We played frisbee on the lawn for awhile until it got dark, then sat on the grass by the lake, still in our swimsuits. It was pleasantly warm.
"Want to take a swim?" I asked.
"Skinny dip!" Jon said.
This caught me by surprise, but it was dark, after all, and there were no other houses too close.
"I will if Daphne will," I said.
"Well, I've got nothing to hide," she said.
"I know," I said, "you haven't been hiding it all day!" She laughed. Jon already had his trunks off. I stripped off my suit as Daphne untied her halter and slipped off her thong. Her breasts were smaller than mine, and her hips wider. I'd always wanted a figure more like hers than mine, with breasts too big and butt too skinny. I watched her ass bounce into the lake with a splash. "C'mon, Robin," Jon said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the water. He kept a tight grip on me until we hit the water and ran full into Daphne. We all went down in a pleasant tangle of arms and legs.
We shed our inhibitions along with our bathing suits. Splashing turned into tickling in the shallows, and it didn't seem to matter who was tickling who. Tickling turned into wrestling. I took Jon down once, and we were grabbing just anywhere to get the job done. Daphne pulled me off of him and took me down with obvious glee.
After I elbowed her off my back she decided that Jon was friendlier, and after a very quick, very touchy-feely conference, they ganged up on me. For about two seconds I was underwater with something heavy and soft on me. I barely had time to struggle against imminent drowning when they hauled me up and, amid much laughter, deposited me with a thud on the grass.
I lay on my back, spread-eagled, unable to control my own laughter, and they collapsed nearby, laughing at least as hard as me. Eventually I was reduced to just trying to catch my breath, until I noticed that the heavy breathing nearby had a different note to it. I rolled onto my side. Jon and Daphne were practicing their french kissing. They were side by side and Jon was in an obvious state of excitement.
I probably should have snuck off, but the preceding half hour of water sports had removed all traces of sanity. I crept a few feet closer to them and just watched. When their kiss ended they looked straight at me.
"Can I watch?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
"God, yes," Daphne said. Jon dipped his head to take her left nipple in his mouth, which I took for assent. I settled back on my knees as she moaned with pleasure as he sucked, then extended his tongue to circle the nipple.
Jon straightened up on his knees after a few moments. His cock stood out from his body like a pump handle, long and thick. In the bright moonlight I could see the glitter of a drop of liquid on its tip. Daphne got up and crept closer to him and I spread my knees against the rough, cool grass in anticipation.
The angle was bad, but I knew she had taken his cock in her mouth by the way her head moved and the way his hand curled about her neck. I scooted to the right to see better, and saw his cock slowly sliding out from between her lips, gleaming with her saliva. His pole was bigger than any I'd ever sucked, and I could almost taste his turgid flesh. I cupped my breasts and squeezed as her tongue curled around his glans. She ran her pursed lips up and down the shaft, even sucking on one of his balls, before taking first his glans back in her mouth, then the shaft all the way to the root, so fast that I almost gagged in sympathy. It didn't seem to bother her at all, and she left him in there for what seemed like a full minute, her jaw and throat working. Jon grabbed her head with both hands, his eyes closed, and when she released his cock, he began to pump his hips, fucking her mouth. I saw movement between her legs; her ass was still prominent to me, and the movement was her hand, teasing her vagina open. I dropped my right hand from my breast, leaving it almost cold in the night air, and found my own clitoris. It was already tingling with vicarious pleasure, but the first touch of my finger sent an almost painful stab through my legs and buttocks.
At my gasp, Daphne released Jon's cock completely, then grabbed it with the hand that had recently been between her legs. She looked at me with a slight smile, then looked up at him. "Do me," she said, her voice surprisingly loud.
"Sit on my face," he replied, glancing at me as if to make sure he still had his audience. Daphne rolled to a sitting position, her knees wide apart, and he lay on his back.
"You just want me to suck your cock more," she said, bending over him. Their tongues slid over each other, then she turned and kissed his belly.
"Just don't get distracted and bite down at the wrong time," he said as she swung one leg over him. He grabbed her generous hips and pulled her ass to him. The last thing I saw of his face was his tongue sticking out, its tip moving in anticipation.
Daphne kissed the tip of his cock again, and her lips and tongue moved over the shaft, but she was soon too distracted to work seriously on him.
By this time I had my middle finger deep inside myself, and I lifted one breast up to tongue my nipple. Daphne had abandoned any thought of fellatio. Her back was arched, her head thrown back, and she twisted one of her nipples furiously between her fingers. Soon enough she came with a loud gasp, sparking my own orgasm, which was just a little quieter.
After a few moments she rolled off and knelt beside him, stroking his chest and belly. Then he took her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him, and they kissed greedily as he moved his hands over her back and ass. His cock was in shadow between her legs, but I could imagine it pressing against her pussy lips. I crept closer, my heart thudding painfully.
Indeed, I saw in the dim light, the tip of my brother's penis lay nestled between her damp lips, and I was close enough to smell their musk. I watched her hips press downward and his push upward, but his cock slid away. I saw my opportunity to have at least a little part in this love feast, so I reached down between Daphne's legs, took hold of the warm, hard cock, and aimed it again for Daphne's waiting pussy. Feeling what I was doing, Jon didn't move, but Daphne thrust downward again, and my positioning of his cock was perfect. I rested my arm on Daphne's leg as he slid into her, then too far out. I steadied it again, now wet with her juices, and once again she impaled herself on him, this time sitting up on his hips so he wouldn't slip out again. I moved back, my hand boldly brushing the smooth skin of her bottom, and sat back with my legs curled under me, sucking at my musk-moistened fingers.
Jon's hands cupped and caressed Daphne's breasts, rolling her nipples as she bounced up and down on him. He was getting closer and closer to coming, but she had other plans and stopped her movement.
"Don't stop, Daph," he moaned.
"I want you on top of me," she said, kissing him and standing, releasing his cock. Without looking behind her she flopped on her back, her knees in the air and spread wide. I saw where her head was going to land and I positioned myself underneath it. She looked up at me, but her attention was taken by Jon's thrusting cock and she reached down to guide him in.
He lay atop her, his mouth locked on hers, her hands on his ass, and his hips moved slowly. I leaned on one hand and looked down at them, my other hand resting absently against Daphne's head. As Jon's excitement increased, he rose up on his hands, his head brushing against my breast as he did so. Not breaking the rhythm of his fucking he looked up at me and licked his lips. Unable to resist his plea, I held out that breast to him and watched as he fastened his mouth on my waiting nipple. I couldn't contain my moan of pleasure as he sucked at it, sending a laser beam of pleasure straight to my clitoris. I looked down at my brother sucking my breast and saw Daphne below him, her head pillowed on my thighs, her eyes glittering in the moonlight, watching us, smiling and licking her lips.
Emboldened by my brother's touch and his lover's apparent approval, I reached down with my free hand and took hold of her breast. It was just big enough to fill my hand, and I saw her close her eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I watched one hand move from Jon's waist into the darkness between their bodies. From Jon's reaction she must have found the point of union, where his penis pistoned in and out of her vagina. His mouth left my breast and he arched his head back, grunting and groaning with the ecstasy of his rapidly-approaching climax. He cried aloud as he came, and his buttocks clenched as he thrust into Daphne as far as he could.
At that moment the fireworks started across the lake, gold, green, red and blue light spreading over us. Jon lowered himself onto Daphne. I looked up at the display, caressing Daphne's hair, and after a moment I stroked Jon's hair as well. Eventually I became aware of my legs falling asleep beneath me and tried to move them a little. I didn't really want to disturb our little tableau, but Daphne sensed my discomfort.
"Up, dear," she said softly, and Jon rose on his knees between her legs, his penis now only half-erect. He took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position, her head resting against his chest. I straightened out my legs, then wiggled them back and forth to restore the circulation.
"Show off," I heard Daphne say.
"Exhibitionist," he replied.
"Voyeur," I said, raising my hand and waving it. They both laughed and let go of each other, sitting in the grass.
"God, that was good," Daphne said. "We should do it with an audience more often."
"I liked it too," I said. I got up, shaking my legs a little more. He got up too, and to my surprise grabbed me about the waist, pulled me to him, and gave me a most unbrotherly kiss. Then he let me go just as fast, took Daphne's hand, and started toward the house. Just as big red starshell lit up the sky I saw Daphne turn and smile at me over her shoulder.
I scooped up our bathing suits and followed them.
Part 2 - The FistI frigged myself to sleep and woke early, feeling refreshed. I made coffee and sat on the porch in my robe.
There was movement inside, and Daphne came out the door with her own cup of coffee and robe and sat next to me.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I said. I looked at her, caught her looking sideways at me, and sipped. "No regrets?"
"No," she said after a moment. "None at all." I held my hand out to her and after a moment's hesitation she took it and squeezed.
"We could go on a little hike today," I said. "There's a trail I know, flat, in the trees..."
"Just you and me, okay?" she said. Surprised, I agreed.
The trail was a half-dozen miles up in the hills. I stopped in a turnout where the car would be in the shade most of the day, and pointed out an almost-hidden trail leading into the woods. The property was owned by the same people who owned the cabin and was quite private.
Daphne took the knapsack first, and we started off. After a short, sharp climb over a ridge we descended into the valley of a small stream that drained into the lake. The walk was enjoyable, with birds singing and squirrels in the trees and a light breeze to keep the woods from getting stuffy.
"Can we talk about last night?" she asked after we'd been on the trail for about half an hour.
"Sure, but let's stop first. There's a good spot by the stream up here a little way. We can stop there." I wanted to talk to her, too, as well as to my brother.
We found it about ten minutes later, a little thicket that couldn't be seen from the trail unless you knew where it was. We sat, pulled out Diet Cokes, and looked at each other.
"I've never done anything like that before," Daphne said. She looked at me, expecting an answer.
"I have, kinda. I was at a party once that turned into an orgy. There were three of us there, none with a date. We mostly watched."
"Mostly?"
I just smiled.
"It was fun being watched."
"It was really fun watching."
She laughed. "Your brother..."
"Yeah." I took a long drink, remembering my hand on his cock, his mouth on my nipple, his tongue and mine together.
"I think you wanted more from him than what you got last night." She didn't look at me.
"He's my brother, Daphne. My twin brother." I wondered who I was trying to convince.
"So you guys have never..."
"No. That was the first time we'd ever... touched each other like that."
"Well, Jon does kind of lose himself to the moment during sex." She was trying not to smile.
"That french kiss he gave me was somewhat after sex," I shot back, challenging.
"Yeah, you're right, it was."
"Daphne, you don't seem to mind that I would really like to sleep with Jon."
She laughed.
"Why should I? You're his sister. You're no threat. I wouldn't mind sharing him with you, 'cause you'd never take him away from me."
I hadn't thought of it that way.
"You're right, I wouldn't do that. Couldn't do that." I sighed. "But how does he feel about it? Has he told you?"
"I think last night was an indication. It doesn't matter if he's related to you or not, part of him wants you."
I sipped and sat for awhile. "Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual. So what do I do, jump him some night when you're not around?"
She turned toward me, pushed a lock of dark hair away from her face, and said, "Robin, I would not make you commit incest without being there to provide moral support."
"Or immoral support, whichever the case may be." We laughed hard, rocking against each other. I ended up leaning on her shoulder and didn't feel much like moving. She didn't push me off, either. I decided to take the next logical step.
"I'm queer, you know," I said.
"I wondered. Bisexual, I presume."
"I have no preferences. I take what's offered to me, if I find it attractive."
Her fingers dangled tantalizingly over my knee, their tips just brushing it.
"Am I attractive?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. Am I?" I wasn't sure who was doing the pushing here.
"I've never been with another woman before." She laughed and looked at me. "Have you heard that one before?"
"Only the last time I said it. I was a virgin six months ago. As far as other women were concerned, that is." I looked at her hand, still dangling.
"Do you want to?"
"When you touched me last night... I liked it. It excited me. I've thought about it before, wondered. I'd like to try it." Her hand landed solidly on my knee.
"You know," I said, covering her hand with mine, my heart thumping, "I learned an interesting thing at that party. Threesomes are lots of fun."
"Threesomes? Like you and Jon and me?"
"Yeah."
"You learned that at the party? Just by watching?"
"We three women were the only unattached people. The atmosphere kind of got to us."
"So you joined in?"
"No. We played together. One of the other women was quite experienced with other women. It was quite... educational. I think one with a man involved would be at least as much fun."
She was looking at me, a little shyly. I bent forward and touched her lips with mine, trying to go slow, but she wasn't too interested - her tongue parted my lips, and to my surprise she became the aggressor. Her arms went around me and she was against me, and I spread my hand over one side of her ass, curling my fingertips into the cleft as far as her shorts let me.
Her tongue explored my mouth thoroughly. I love the feeling of someone's tongue in my mouth, a warm, slippery thing, alive unlike any other part of the body. A tongue can be like a playful seal, leaping from place to place, from teeth to palate, or a probe, pushing and hard. Two tongues are like lovers, twining around each other like giraffes' necks. If they could fuck, they would.
Soon I'd lovingly pushed her tongue back to its own mouth and explored just as assiduously. I felt heat building between my legs.
The kiss ended at last. We looked at each other for a moment, and I touched her face. She dropped her eyes; she was actually blushing.
"Okay?" I asked. I was afraid to break the silence, afraid it would break the moment.
"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I pulled her tank top out of her shorts and up over hear head, letting her take care of getting it off her arms. She wore a sports bra, and I pushed it up off her lovely breasts. She took care of it, too, while I ran my hands over the pert mounds of brown-tipped flesh. The rest of her clothes followed quickly, and she sat cross-legged, her elbows on her knees, and watched me strip. I felt good under her eyes, an unaccustomed pride in my body making me thrust out my breasts as I exposed them to her. Naked, I knelt beside her, one knee touching her leg.
She put her hand on my leg, leaned over, and ran it up my thigh to my hip, up my side to my right breast. She tried to cup it, but it overflowed her hand. She got on her knees and moved as close as she could get, one knee between my legs. We embraced, belly to belly and breast to breast, kissing, and this time my fingers were deep in the cleft of her ass. How deep would she let me go? My forefinger found the rim of her anus, then the center, and she gripped my waist harder, her kiss insistent. I pulled my finger back, saving it for later.
I started kissing my way downward. The downy skin of her cheek became moist beneath my lips, and she gasped as I nipped at her earlobe. Then I drew my tongue down her throat and into the hollow beneath her collarbone, tasting sweat-salt on her skin. Then I reached her breast. I licked it all over, all of it except her nipple.
She arched her back, breathing heavily, and when I judged the time to be right (and when I couldn't stand waiting any longer myself) I sucked as much of her nipple into my mouth as I could. She gasped and grabbed my head, and let out a little grunt as my tongue stabbed at her. Then I let it go and alternated circling her nipple with my tongue and sucking at it. Eventually I licked my way across to her other breast and did much the same thing.
This play eventually dissolved into more kissing, and then she wanted to do it to me. I lay back on the rough grass, twitched my shoulders around a little to kill an itch in the middle of my back, and let her go to it. She straddled my hips, and I ran my hands from her knees up to her breasts, which hung down delightfully over mine as her tongue explored the hollow of my throat.
I don't like my breasts all that much most of the time. They're too big, attracts lots of attention (some of it unwelcome) and give me backaches (all of them unwelcome). The only time I like them is during sex, whether it's just me masturbating in bed at night or with someone else. They are so sensitive, it's sometimes like there's direct link between them and my clit. I've made myself come playing with my breasts alone.
So I started getting pretty excited when Daphne put her nose right between them, then gathered one in each hand and squeezed them together. I felt her take a deep breath in there, felt her licking and nuzzling. I held fast to her hips, and opened my eyes only when she let my breasts go and straightened up for a moment. We looked at each other and smiled.
She bent over again, took my left breast between both hands and went to work on my nipple.
Her mouth on my breast was exquisite. She seemed to devote all of her attention to it. The heat between my legs was like a fire, the tingling building with delicious agony in my clit. My vagina felt like a running faucet, and she was my only relief. Then she did the unexpected; she made me come.
She knew what she'd done and eased off her attentions, laying on top of me. I wrapped my legs and arms around her.
"You really came?" she asked, her mouth close to my ear.
"Oh, yeah."
"Jon always seems to like sucking on mine... I wanted to see what he experiences."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Yes!"
Daphne was in an exploratory mood now. Her fingers were making their way down my ribs, across my belly, to the edge of my pubis. Her eyes and mine had followed their progress southward, and when she stopped I spread my legs and moved my hips, urging her on. I found her looking at me, and she licked her lips and kissed me. She seemed nervous. I put a hand in her hair and tried to encourage her by kissing back. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss her hand slid between my legs and her fingers explored, first tentatively, then with greater assurance. I knew what she was thinking; it was very strange to touch another woman's sex for the first time, feeling things that are very familiar, yet receiving only half the sensation.
She had no trouble finding my clitoris, which she touched only briefly, as if wanting to prove she'd really found it. Then she traced the folds of my inner lips and finally ventured a finger inside, followed quickly by a second. Her two fingers filling me like a slender cock. I wanted more. If she had any uncertainty of how to please me, now was the time to end it. I broke the kiss.
"I want your tongue down there," I said. She looked down at where her fingers were buried to the third knuckle inside of me, and positioned herself between my legs. She removed her fingers from my vagina, and put her hands on the insides of my thighs, and pushed to spread them further than they were already.
She blew gently on my vulva, inhaling my scent. Then, just as I was about to give her head a push, she dove in. She lapped at my labia, tasting the juices coming from inside me, and finally unhooded my clit.
I don't remember much after that. Her tongue was as magic to my sex as it had been to my mouth and nipples. I remember taking a hank of her hair between my fingers and rolling one of my nipples with the other hand, and the waves of pleasure that rolled over me like flowing lava. I remember being very noisy when I came. I remember tasting myself in her mouth when we kissed afterward. She rolled onto her back.
After regaining my equilibrium, I bent down and kissed her breast, then rubbed my cheek down her thigh. She seemed to know what I wanted her to do without any words. I lay on my back and she lifted her leg over my head, and I took her lusciously wide hips in my hands and pulled her back and down so her pussy was positioned just above me. Looking between her legs, I saw her breasts dangling, and her head turned back to see what I was doing.
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Mera naam shubh hai aur yeh mere jiwan ki ek sachi ghatna hai jise meinaaj aap sabhi ko sunaane ja raha hoon.. Dosto mein pichhle kai saalon se sexy kahaniyaan parhta aa raha hoon aur woh mujhe bohat achhi bhilagti hai. To ab mein aapka zyada waqt kharaab na karty hue seedha apni aaj ki kahani par aata hoon.. Lekin usase pehle thoda apna bhi introduction karwa deta hoon. Mein pune ka rehny wala hoon aur meri umr 22 saal hai aur yeh kahani teen saal puraani hai. Dosto mein ek private company...
Changing Channels- Summer Vacation We'd all made plans for a week at a lake house months earlier. It was the summer vacation between junior and senior year in college, and five of us fraternity brothers had a place lined up for the end of June.? We knew the lake was chick and party heaven from other guys that had been there in previous years, so we were good to go.? I'd divvied up the responsibilities; Keith was in charge of food, Bill was in charge of beer, Gus was in charge of the...
I had plenty of suggestions on how to spend my thirty-first birthday, which would also be the first anniversary of the death of my family. They included locking myself in a room and getting dead drunk; locking myself in a room with three or four whores and galloping them all senseless, before getting dead drunk, with myriad permutations on those two similar themes. In fact my intention was to take a ride over the Mendip Hills, possibly with some bivouac equipment, and spend the day completely...
Jennifer had been becoming accustomed to life in the cellars and, whilst it was frequently arduous and often painful, it no longer held the dread that she had first held it in. It was, as Rachel had said, a very safe environment, even cosy in some bizarre way. You felt cocooned in the cellars, protected in some way and whilst many of the experiences were difficult to understand there was at least the comfort in knowing that they were not incomprehensible and that they were not random but...
Hi. I’m Olivia, basically I’m the average blonde, streaky, muddy blonde hair, straight as corn silk and long to my elbows. I have side bangs and I look like a model with a heart-shaped face, a slender, shapely body with small but firm breasts and a tight little ass. I’m not a slut, in fact, I’m still a virgin, embarrassingly. I’m seventeen and unlike most slutty girls my age, I care about my grades. I usually get A’s or A+s, and most boys know me as the ‘sexy nerd’. Really I’ve only had five...
“Where did he go?” Kaarthen said feeling a fleeting pang of abandonment when she noticed Marcos was missing from the bed. She raised herself looking around. Her overripe breasts the size of a man’s head sway fluidly out from under the sheets and showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like...
The next day Penelope sought me out. “Claire says you might be amenable to satisfying my little peccadilloes,” she said. “You might say that,” I agreed, while thinking that ‘peccadilloes’ was something Claire would never say. “Where and when?” she asked. “We use the Cleaning Manager’s office in the basement. It’s not marked, so it’s probably best if I meet you at the elevator doors. Since it’s Friday, I’ve got a couple of hours work to do later on, putting machines into hibernation for...
My name is Stefan and my fetish is fucking dirty older women, I don’t care on looks or age just that they have full figures and are no good whores. A bit about me, I am 26 yrs. Old, 6 ft tall average build with olive skin and a decent 9” cock that’s pretty thick. I got in to this fetish through a dating app on my phone, I was chatting to a lady who was in her early forties size 16/18 unhappily married with huge tits. We spent weeks chatting and speaking on phone and each conversation got...
“So, Lizzy,” said Jane, as they walked that morning in the gardens of Netherfield, “How will you bear to be separated from Mr Darcy for so long as a month? I am sure I should miss dear Charles enormously, although to be spared from his nightly attentions to my person would be some relief! Really, sometimes I am quite sore in the morning, and can hardly walk from the pounding he has given to my delicate quim!”“Oh really, Jane,” said Elizabeth mockingly, “Is Mr Bingley really so rough with you? I...
HistoricalThe arrangement continues; I said I would write on if there was demand, and it seems there is; I’m a bit hesitant because nothing is ever as exciting as the beginning of a relationship. Anyway, here goes. Our first month together was challenging for all of us; my house and my life was suddenly full of people, my free time was just a memory as I worked to become a father to Matt and a partner to his hot young mother. They brought a social circle with them; his friends, her friends, their...
Cal and I had agreed that it would be best for both of us to keep our relationship relatively quiet, at least until something changed that would make us both want it public. We both still wanted the option of seeing other people and we did not want questions about what might be going on with us. I had a couple guys that I went out with occasionally and had sex with occasionally but they were really just fun friends. I had no serious relationships on the horizon and was not really looking for...
After we recovered I dressed and had Robert drive me home. Dress torn, hair and makeup a mess my aunt asked how my date was. I said it was good and told her I need a shower and went upstairs. After my shower I laid on the bed, running my fingers over my breasts. Pulling and pinching them, fantasizing it was my lover. Before I could get started my aunt called me for dinner. I put on a robe and went downstairs to eat. When I went to the kitchen my aunt said she had a suprise for me. I asked...
For me, that summer was a very busy time. I was working hard, determined to succeed. We were making new friends, through our clubs, friends who shared similar interests. After the first threesome Catherine and I enjoyed together with Joan, word leaked out about our participation. Not surprising really, as there were others there who were also enjoying a rather taboo time with others. Another private film night came up and again we were invited. This time it was in Marlene's house. As before,...
LesbianJanet Marshall was 39, a few weeks away from turning 40, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. She had been working at the company for 20 years now and had worked herself up to a supervisor job. She took her job seriously, maybe a little too seriously, but she knew her job was to be a BITCH. Nobody liked having their e-mails and internet censored but, it had to be done to maintain a stable work environment and a virus free server. She knew the company expected the supervisors to maintain...
He walked over to me reaching to my ear and whispering "Did my cum feel nice in your asshole...?" Shock filled my face as he lifted his face away from mine, winked, got his breakfast and left. I had sex with my brother, and I loved it. My name is Imogen, I'm a 19 year old girl, living in Western Australia. Me and my long time boyfriend (Jake) have been together for 2 years. He was the first guy I had sex with. He made is special, and romantic, with candles and rose petals. Through the first...
AnalBubbly blonde Aria Banks can’t wait for her boyfriend to leave the apartment so she can have some fun with her favorite toy, but she can’t find it anywhere. Luckily, Aria doesn’t give up, and finally finds her favorite dildo hidden on top of the refrigerator. She bounces up and down on it, loving every inch as it plunges inside her tiny pussy. But when her man comes home and catches her in the act, he shows her that the real thing is even better than her toy. He fills her extra small pussy with...
xmoviesforyouChronology: the present Location; VA hospital, South TexasCharacters: -The Family ; a 5 Sister ruling council -Narrator- 2 BrothersHad a lot of free time to browse and read here. A lot of free time. I decide to ask around the other departments and see their libraries. I have to walk daily while I mend. Here in the midst of files/folders/stacks/reams/drawers /boxes of material all neatly sorted/ bound/classified/labeled/collated/cross-indexed and stacked to the ceiling, I wind my way around here...
The MILF Machine: The MILF and the Mobster By Dr. Beaubourg Commissioned by Jwargod Like most of the nights in this city it was raining, and hard. Tonight would happen to be the night that would change the lives of two down on their luck strangers. For Shane Willis and Derek Kastanos, it all started at a shitty diner in an even shitter part of town. "Oh great," thought Shane, gazing out at the droplets on the window "And me without my umbrella." A normal 20-something college...
So I was looking around in CL for for M2M fun and ran into a posting title versatile guy looking for fun. Now the title did not call my attention but once i read that he was in Virginia Beach i decide to reply. I sent him my stats and when i was available and move on a few minutes later i got a reply saying if i could drop by Now since he had the place all to himself for the next three hours. I had worked out that morning and had not showered yet I let him know that and also let him know i was...
Davey sat astride his horse in the trees, fifty paces from the rendezvous spot he had agreed to meet Lady Jane, and slowly shook his head at what he saw. Silhouetted in the moonlight, his new accomplice sat astride her mount. Not the white mare she had been riding on their first encounter, but a black stallion.“My lady has much to learn; if she intends to survive long. Silhouetted as you are, a fine target you make for the revenue man's musket. A ball from a hundred paces would render you a...
HistoricalThe rain in recent days had invited the grass in my front yard to grow quicker than usual and I found it necessary to address it before it got out of control. I was in between projects anyway and it felt good sweating in the sun as I pushed the mower back and forth. Using a push mower is my way of proving to myself at least that I’ve not grown lazy. Just as I was finishing I glanced down the street toward Janeen’s house. There was a yellow Corvette parked in front of her house but I had not...
Oral SexThe new stud couldn't keep his eyes off the blonde. Every time Kathy came into the front of the studio he gaped at her. Charlene lounged voluptuously in her chair and watched the scene. She had come to the studio early, hoping to get a chance to talk with the boy. After all they would be fucking regularly in front of John Roberts' camera. The brunette had done her part. She had shown up this afternoon and attempted to engage Greg Reeves in conversation. It hadn't worked. The boy had been...
Videoing my Slut WifeI had the two fixed cameras setup, and ready, and the mobile camera was on the table next to the entertainment center. The video player was ready with a hot video of a white slut ready to bang a bunch of black studs. Now, I heard my wife close the door to our bedroom, and head downstairs.“What do you think?” Cheryl asked of her outfit as she slowly turned at the foot of the stairs.“Hot, very hot and slutty,” I replied as I picked up the mobile camera, and began taping her,...
This morning I jerk off a stranger in the library. I happen to be there to book a theater seat, when I decided to have a look which dirty old man was peeking into the sex education books. Turns out it was a fairly attractive university student, with full concentration in a sex self help. I stepped forward without any preparation nor hesitation, because I know exactly how this was going to work out. I frankly asked him if I could help him. He started to blush, started to stammer and lost his...
Book Two: Rogue's Wicked Harem Part Two: The Priestess's Inspiration By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Chapter Four: The Priestess's Inspiration Kora Falk – Faerie “He's going to be a while,” I said, a smile playing on my lips as my brother followed the faerie princess into the pavilion grown out of the grass in moments. Nathalie giggled. The eighteen-year-old girl nodded her head as she rubbed her hands together. Her small breasts...
We saw each other at school everyday, and jung out as much as we could. On Sundays, we would spend the day together. Not having cars, we just spent the day in her basement, watching tv and having sex. Her parents were really cool and always left us alone. Anal sex was always something that I enjoyed, either in my older brothers porno movies or mags. We had been having sex for some time when I started thinking about how much I would like to have anal sex with her. But how could I...
I wasn’t feeling too charitable towards my younger sibling when I crawled out of bed. He snores! “Wakey, wakey!” {groan} “Get up! It’s a gorgeous day!” I said as I bounced on the side of Phil’s bed. “Go away,” he said, as he tried to shove me off the side of his bed. “We have the breakfast surprise,” I whispered conspiringly. “Okay ... okay, give me a minute,” Phil groaned. I was an evil genius. I was finally going to get my brother and dad for all the times they’d stolen my favorite...
This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them. This is a bestial story. This is a story around a mother, Olivia (Liv) and her daughter, Patricia (Pat). Olivia is 49 and Patricia is 22, the youngest of three children. Olivia has dark...
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Lindy gasped repeatedly with each of my quick hard thrusts into her slippery but grasping pussy. Pinning her legs back beside her torso with my shoulders, I chewed on a nipple and twisted the other furthering her ecstasy. Her gasps silenced with her held breath while I sped up my thrusts even more and pounded into her even harder. Her body trembled as well as within her depths. Hearing her expel her breath with a quiet, high pitched squeal, I pressed deeper than...
Since yesterday had been filled with adventure, Jenn and I both thought that we would sleep long and hard, but I didn’t. I was wide awake by 10:00 a.m. and looking forward to our day out with Terry, our brother, and our Aunt Julie, who we had just discovered was fucking Terry. So today was going to be a learning experience for her. She knew that we had all the evidence we needed to ruin her life, so she would be going along with our new games. Today, however, was just a trip to some shops for...
IncestI had been working on this farm all summer and doing a pretty good job. We were nearing the end of the season though and I was preparing to go to college in a few short weeks. Overall it had been a rather uneventful summer, I worked from sun up to sundown and didn't have much of a social life other than trying to flirt with the owner's daughter. She was two years younger than me and it wasn't going well. Her dad was on me all the time and her mom would hover around in the evenings, so I...
I had been scheduled to return home Friday evening, around eight. Dan Wilkins and I had traveled to Boston to pitch our company's products to several major buyers. We were doing quite well, or so it seemed. It would be a few weeks before we received a definitive answer from our clients. Friday morning we were notified at 8 AM that our meeting for the day had been canceled and would not be rescheduled for at least a week. Since we had nothing to keep us in Bean Town, we headed back to Pa. I...
About the time that the emerging Roman Republic had backstabbed the Celts and the Celts were on their way to Rome to demonstrate to the Romans that in the history of bad ideas, backstabbing your Celtic allies was in the top ten, there lived, in a small fishing village off the Northwestern Coast of Modern day Ireland, a wizard by the name of Quinn. Actually, he had a longer name than that, but being an easy going type of wizard, he preferred being called Quinn. Now, being a fairly powerful...
Copyright 2015 This book is entirely fiction. Any names, dates, or places are completely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any way or form without the written consent of the author. 1. An unplanned alien meeting. It all started when I was seventeen. I...
It was midnight before Ricky and Dean arrived at his office. His cute, big chested dispatcher had been entertaining his only other Deputy and me for almost an hour. I asked him where Special Agent Webber had been lost when he showed up without him. "Agent Webber is searching an area North of town and will not be joining us tonight. I'll send someone for him when and if we need him." "It's strange you should mention North of town. That's where we need to be looking ourselves. I have a...
Stockings are gorgeous, are they not? I knew I always had a thing for thick thighs in stockings. I have often fantasized about different women in stockings of multiple colours. I remember browsing through my brother’s erotic magazines when I was barely a teen. The models in the pages of the adult magazines looked perfect and I found myself beating my meat for the first time when I was twelve. I remember being erected over a blonde model in fishnets. I could feel my dick getting hard in no time...
FetishAfter 12 years of marriage, my wife and I have slowly drifted apart. It was nobody’s fault really. We all change with time and that which unites two people, does change. True, the twelve years difference between our ages did not help, but for me, something has always been missing. I always considered myself to be a normal, healthy, heterosexual kind of guy. Never experienced what some say was typical childhood boy-2-boy experimentation. I always averted my eyes when sharing a shower in...
"My father was a slave of my mother's. He didn't have any powers like... this," I said, indicating his backrest. "Oh, so your mother didn't tell you I had the talent. I wonder why? No matter. Yes, your mother did make me her slave. Actually, it was probably the best sex I had up to that time. I especially enjoyed it when I was freed from her control and made her do all sorts of interesting things. But this isn't about your mother and I. This is about you. You are my son, and I felt I...
When Jason woke, he was initially confused by the arm draped over him from behind. It only took a few seconds for him to realize that the arm belonged to Beth, his 16 year old niece. Prior to this week, they hadn't seen each other for 5 years. That was when he moved to California. Before then, though, they had been close. He had taken her out on many adventures as she was growing up. There was only a twelve year difference in age between them, because Jason was ten years younger than Heather....
IncestThe bar was quite empty that night, expect for the woman sitting alone in the red dress. My dress was longer than hers and was a dark shade of black. I slowly walked over to her and sat down, ordering a drink. “Hello” she said, “What’s your name?” “What’s yours?” I said, smiling and taking a sip from my drink. “Luciana” she said, smiling back at me and waiting for me to say something. “I’m Lily” I said, looking down to observe her short dress. “Well, it’s nice to meet you”...
LesbianJason and I have been sexually active with each other for over four years, but have never actually "gone all the way." Now, a week after our eighteenth birthday, our mom is taking off for the weekend and we are going to consummate our long love-affair by FINALLY fucking. Mom left early this morning, leaving me and Jason alone in the house until Monday. He made me a really nice breakfast and when we were eating we got to talking about what we were going to get to do that day. I got really...
IncestWith a sigh, Anne Evans stepped into the duty room and looked at the journal on the desk. Mr. Gondorf was running a mild fever she learned, Mrs. Lansing’s blood pressure was 167 over 102, with her heart rate at 106, and Dr. Childers would look at both on the next morning. The rest of her patients were not showing any changes. That was not surprising since Anne was a nurse in a hospice specialised in caring for comatose people. Some of them had been there from before Anne had joined the staff...
After the wedding, my wife flew to vacation in Spain, the happy couple, all as expected. Upon arrival at the place, a little rest, Katya suggested we go take a walk around the hotel while I was in the shower, Katya is dressed up-shorts barely covering the elastic rolls and tank top WITHOUT a BRA! before she went without a bra ever! I don't really liked it because her Breasts were big (despite the General thinness of his wife) and to put it mildly not in the form of, a bit saggy though she's...
I was sitting around the house really horny when the phone rang. It was a friend of mine who I had known since we were k**s. We talked all the time and told each other everything. Well, he asked me if I had any plans for that night. I said no I was just watching porn. He said, " Why don't you come over tonight for dinner. My wife wants to try being with two guys and wants one to be bi." He knew I was bi so I was not surprised he had asked me. To be honest, when I told him I was bi I think he...
I wrote this story long ago at another site. It's one of my favorites.In 1962 life was simpler. The k**s in the neighborhood played baseball and football on the street. We could ride our bikes anywhere and not have anyone worry about us. As we got older several of the boys decided we needed a clubhouse where we could jack off whenever we wanted to without fear of getting caught. Being nerdy boys and even though I was a senior and he was a junior, the girls at school didn't seem that...
Introduction: The second installment of my nasty story of how I corrupted a teenage boy and made him my whore. Hey, Im back and if you read the first part of this story, well then heres what happened next&hellip, One morning after my girlfriend left for work, I got Kyle to come into the bedroom. So, I got him good and tweaked and laid at the edge of the bed, holding my legs up with my knees in my chest and had Kyle French kiss my asshole for a good long time. He knelt down on the floor in...
Then came the day I foolishly tried starting the lawn mower without checking to see if there was gas in the tank. Jeff was away and I was stuck. Then I saw our neighbor Ted coming up his driveway on his bike. Ted had been living next door by himself since before we moved in a couple years ago. We'd wave and say hello, but he mostly kept to himself. I called over and asked if he could see if he could get my lawn mover started. He hesitated then walked over. What I saw changed my life. Ted...
Two friends, Jessie Saint and Daya Knight, are chatting about their lesbian stepmoms, Christie Stevens and Ebony Goddess Mystique (who are also friends). Christie and Ebony have always been disappointed that their stepdaughters turned out straight, and Jessie and Daya are sick of the pressure. Since they’ll all be having dinner together later, Jessie suggests to Daya that they can pretend that they’ve started dating each other, so their stepmoms will finally back off. However, Daya...
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