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Jenny was really tired of it, but it had become so much of a routine, she had long ago quit fighting it. Jenny was forty. Her husband was in his sixties. She had married him after a disastrous first marriage.

Jenny was a late bloomer. She was fairly tall as an eighth grader; very skinny; no boobs; but could run like a deer. Her face was as good as any model. She was as good as the two youngest Jenner girls, only she had reddish brown hair. She was pretty insecure in junior high, but soon began to change. She kept her slender figure, but under that clingy track jersey, her breasts began to take shape; not big, but firm, proud and perky. They were small-to-medium melons, but had spectacularly long pink nipples that budded before she was ready.

Before she was aware of it, the boys at the track meets began to notice. Before her mother realized, her light, clingy blouses were telegraphing her budding adulthood. Suddenly she was very popular. Nobody might have noticed, but when a freshman breaks the KU Relays record for the 1600meter run, lots of pictures are taken; they show up in the paper and on YouTube.

Jenny was getting much more attention than she wanted. Jenny was gullible and taken advantage of. Longing for attention, she was quick to take up with the more popular athletes. By the time she got to college, she was burned out with the disappointments, hollow promises, and misleading romances she had been a part of.

While in college, she married the promising young quarterback. Before their four years were up, he had been caught with several other girls while playing football games away from home. Jenny divorced him and had a very bitter attitude towards men.

Jenny had a good job as a school teacher. She kept to herself for the most part. She felt comfortable with her present husband, Joe, because he was quite a bit older and she wasn't really looking for romance. They started out innocently enough. One thing led to another. Finally she had a choice. He was really too old for her if she wanted children, but he was relatively wealthy. She married him thinking that she would eventually fall in love with him.

Through the years, their sex life had been manageable. By the time she was nearing forty, Joe's sex life had began to deteriorate. He would subtly ask her to do different things.

One day he brought home some clothes she was not used to wearing. Joe wanted to celebrate an exceptionally good business deal he had made, and brought her some clothes to wear to dinner. Jenny had been given some very high heel shoes, a button-front dress that was very short. It was not her style, but since so many girls are dressing that way now, she reluctantly put it on.

Joe took her out for dinner and dancing at a new Blues Club. She got lots of admiring stares and lots of requests for dances. Jenny was reluctant, but went along so as not to offend the many black men in the audience. That night and for many nights to follow, Joe was a tiger in bed. Jenny didn't care that much for sex, but appreciated the renewed attention.

That lasted for a good six months or so. Then Joe came home with another outfit. It was a very short, clingy silk dress that barely came to the bottom of her thumbs. Thinking she was going out for dinner and dancing again, she was looking forward to the night out, however reluctant she was to be dancing with more strangers.

This time, Joe took her to a "Peep Show" theatre. The first floor had seats for dining and a stage. After the dinner had started, there were a number of beautiful young women who came out and danced on the pole centered on their table. Jenny was embarrassed, but figured that Joe would be hot after the evening was over.

That lasted several months.

The next time he took her out, he took her to the same place, with the same outfit. It was the same outfit, but he had forbidden her to wear anything underneath; no bra; no panties. This time, instead of going into the restaurant, they got in an elevator and went upstairs. Joe purchased two tickets and the attendant buzzed a door to let them in.

When they went in, Jenny was a little surprised at the light. Usually, she could hardly see when she tried to get to her seat. This theatre was a little different. There were three aisles; one down the center, and one each down each side. By code, there must be an aisle so nobody must go past six other people, which means you can have one center aisle and rows with thirteen seats in each row. This theatre only had seating for about fifty. There were only about six seats in each row.

Joe went in first and sat in a seat that left Jenny in the middle seat. No sooner than they sat down, several of the men who were sitting by themselves moved. Two came to sit in seats on each side of hers in the row in front of her. One sat next to her and several came to sit in the row behind her.

It was not hard to see in the light, but it was obscure enough that it had an intimate feeling. Jenny looked around. She watched as another couple came in and sat closer to the front. The same reaction happened. Several of the remaining individual men who had not surrounded her gathered like vultures around the other couple. Like Jenny and her husband, the other couple was an older man with a middle aged wife. She had graying shoulder length hair.

Jenny was very uncomfortable with t he show, but it wasn't outrageous. It was a French film; more like a vintage porno film of an older man with a young maid. Through the course of the show, the young girl was ordered into a number of compromising positions. If this got her husband excited, so be it.

Jenny couldn't help but noticing movement between the people around the other couple. She could swear she could see one of the strangers fumbling with the other woman's clothing. Soon the woman's head disappeared. That started frenzy with the men around her. "What were they doing?" she wondered. Soon it became clear, the men were groping her and she was fondling them. She could swear one of the men disappeared out of sight in the space in front of her.

About that time, Jenny realized that several of the men were trying to get her husband's attention. He nodded his head almost imperceptibly, like a man making a bid at an auction. Jenny was gripping her husband's hand for all she was worth.

Suddenly, she felt the man to her left drop his hand in her lap. "Do you come here to meet other couples?" the man whispered in her ear as he turned to put his left hand on her thigh. Jenny was petrified. She looked at her husband, who seemed transfixed at the meaningless images on the screen.

Jenny was shivering out of control as the realization hit her that her husband surely knew what was going on. Her heart was in her throat as the hand to her left crept up her thigh, bringing her dress with it. He took her left hand and opened her clenched fist. He opened her fingers; extended her arm and closed her fingers around his shaft.

She felt her husband stroking her right hand and arm, trying to comfort and sooth her in her panic. "He knows. He has to know." Her mind screamed. Soon she felt him drop her right hand and move to her right thigh. He stroked her leg in an effort to sooth her. It was his way of letting her know she had his consent for whatever was about to happen.

Jenny was paralyzed with fear; with indignation; with humiliation. "Was this what he wanted? Was this what it was going to take to get him up? How far is this charade going to go?" she wondered as she felt another hand from behind slip down her front. Her left nipple stiffened; not in excitement, but in fear and terror.

She closed her eyes, trying to absorb what was going on. Her mind screamed a thousand different things; run, hit them, do something. She struggled with her humiliation and curiosity about her husband's diminishing sexual appetite. What was her responsibility to him? She was too numb to react. She had invested so many years with him, what was the appropriate reaction now? She wondered as she felt another hand slip down her front. The hand massaged her, and then withdrew. It started unbuttoning her front. The cold air-conditioning told her she was exposed as she felt the chill on her nipples as they were being tweaked.

Her hand that Joe had been holding was being raised by a man behind her husband. She felt it being wrapped around an exposed cock. It was hot and moist. It was so close to her face she recognized the familiar smell and heat. She was too paralyzed to react. The man closed his hand over hers and guided it back and forth. Her fingers were shaking under his. She refused to cooperate by squeezing down or moving on her own.

She felt the massive member being used to caress the side of her face as the hand to her left entered her. Jenny was starting to mew in humiliation now. It was a shuddering kind of whimpering.

She felt Joe's hand behind her right knee. She felt him raise his arm, lifting her right leg and bending it at the knee. He lifted it and pulled it to one side, exposing her to the view of the others in front, and widening access for the man to her left.

Jenny looked up at her husband, who refused to look at her. "P ... p ... p ... please, Joe. Is this what you want?"

"It's up to you honey," he whispered in her ear as he turned to her for the first time. He watched as the fingers of the man to her left slipped into her. It was too dark to see, but they could both hear the slurping sound as it slipped in and out of her. The noise seemed defeating to Jenny as she pleaded with her husband to end her torment.

He moved her right hand down to his own crotch, and positioning it at his belt. Jenny was desperate.

"P ... p ... p ... please honey. Please stop them. I will ... will ... will relieve you if you make them stop." Joe looked defeated. He didn't know how to respond. Sensing a hesitation in his response, Jenny brushed the phallus against her cheek aside, and slowly started to unfasten his belt. Slowly, she opened the brass button at the top of his jeans and pulled the tab of his zipper.

Jenny was humiliated to be doing this at all and exponentially more so with an audience. "Anything; she thought. Anything to get out of this hand in her vagina and the phallus on her cheek."

Jenny parted the sides of his fly and exposed his flaccid penis. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly as she placed his right hand on her exposed left breast. She was determined to bring him to a climax as soon as possible. She tried to slide her left hand up and down him in a circular motion, but that didn't seem to be enough.

She felt his right hand move to the back of her head. She recognized the movement; the endless struggle between them in their first year together. He knew what her reaction had always been to this point, but he was determined to try again.

She had struggled indignantly for years. Now, she was desperate. "Do this to him. Do this for him, or do it to the strangers around her." It was a terrible dilemma with no decent outcome. She considered looking into his eyes and imploring him for some sort of preservation of her dignity, but didn't know what else might happen.

With her spirit more or less broken, she lowered her head. Her eyes were almost completely closed by the tears blurring her vision, but she could see that a number of cell phones had been turned on, illuminating the scene between her and her husband.

She tried to turn her mind off as she lowered her lips to meet him. She wet her lips and kissed the tip softly. She looked up to see if that was enough. She felt a flash go off. She was helpless to maintain any dignity as she felt the hand on the back of her head. She shook her head to remove the hand. "Please don't force me. Please give me time to get adjusted to the idea."

She mewed.

Jenny lowered her head. She used the sides of her cheeks to caress his shaft as she moved her head from side to side. Despite her humiliation, despite her terror, despite her anguish about the situation, Jenny had a tender and motherly manner about her that was instinctive. She extended her tongue and lathered the end with an act of passion she did not really feel.

The cell phones continued to flash as cameras and video recordings were made. Jenny was not really in much of a position to control what happened to herself when her husband stiffened; his legs straightened out; his head went back and thrashed from side to side. She did not have her hands around it. They were supporting her on the armrests when the thing went off.

Jenny flinched when she felt the explosion. She wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't been through it before; at least not since high school; not since those nights in the back seat of her boyfriend's Camaro. At the time, she was caught in the curiosity and newness of sex. She had been a fourteen year old in love. This was different. This was in the presence of strangers with cameras and video in a public place. The humiliation and embarrassment washed over her as the blasts of semen filled her mouth and covered her face. "What now?" she thought as her husband reluctantly buttoned himself up. "What now?" she wondered as she moved to button up the front of her dress. Somebody handed her a towel and helped her wipe the muck out of her hair and off of her face.

Men behind her rubbed her shoulders and tried to sooth her shuddering and calm her sobbing.

To some, this was the ultimate use of evil power over an innocent victim. To others who saw it, it was the performance of a beautiful woman trying to hold together a questionable marriage. You had to have been there.

A number of men followed the couple out of the theater that night. Everybody tried everything they knew to see if they could meet up with them again. Joe had had enough. Another day would be another idea. He was done with this one.

For months after that, Joe was a monster in bed. He was a monster every night and three times a day on Saturdays and Sundays. Jenny felt she had paid a huge sacrifice, but maybe it had all been worth it. She felt now that she had her old husband back. Little did she know it would not last.

Finally one day he had come home with a big smile on his face. He was beaming when he guided Jenny to the front door. There in the drive, was a brand new coal black, Bugatti Veyron.

"Oh my God. What did you do?" Jenny whispered as she held her hands up to her mouth.

"I cashed out my retirement fund early. I know I can drive it several years; sell it and get my money back out of it." He beamed. Jenny was crushed. He had spent a million and a half on a fucking car.

If that was the worst thing that he would do, that would have been o.k., but Jenny was in for much more than she realized. His personality began to change. He became much more boastful and quite a braggart. He always wanted to race somebody. Of course, most people with a hotrod know enough about cars to have enough sense not to try to stay with a Bugatti. Never-the-less, it spruced up their sex life quite a bit. "Maybe this is better than getting him excited in an adult theater." Jenny reasoned, thankful not to have to be a part of it.

Finally, one day Joe had decided to take a trip. There is a cross country trip that is not announced. The fastest cars in the world get together for a race from somewhere on the east coast to the west coast. It is never announced. If anybody is caught, the police will follow it and arrest everybody when they come through, making anybody who slipped through the speed stop virtually guaranteed to win.

Joe knew about the trip, and was trying to get to a spot in the Midwest to watch it. He ended up in the rocky mountains in a little and obscure ski resort. When the cars went by; over about a twelve hour span, he was upset that he had not been a part of it.

The resort they were staying in had several hundred rooms. It was not during tourist season and most of the rooms were vacant. The time share sales staff was not there. The ski rental offices were closed. About the only thing open was the bar. The bar was hard to find. It had a door which almost seemed like a side door. You had to know it was there, because it did not have a large expanse of glass to advertise itself.

Joe had been drinking. Since the race had gone by, he had been drinking a lot. "I can beat any motherfucker in here." He was shouting between drinks. "Put up your fucking money. I will race your fucking car against mine; Pink slips. I will race that $ 1,500,000.00 car against anything you got; any of you."

The bartender did not say anything. He just kept mixing drinks and handing them out. If somebody wanted food, he had to go back into the kitchen and make up the hamburger or fried mushrooms; whatever they wanted. It was a small bar.

As the night continued, the bartender started to make some calls. A number of biker-type of young men came in to listen. They talked quietly to each other.

Finally the bartender came up to Joe. "Mister, I would like to take that bet. You have the best car by far, so I will accept the race under certain conditions."

"I'll race you under any fucking conditions; day, night, rain, I don't care. You name the conditions. What are you driving?"

"I've got an old Toyota." The man said.

Jenny was sitting with her husband. She looked up at the big black bartender. "This is a ridiculous joke." She told herself, and tried not to smile.

"Name your conditions and name your bet." The drunken old man said as he waived his half empty glass.

The huge black man produced a typewritten letter. "Here are the conditions. Here is a map. We are to race tonight from Coal Creek, through Dentonville, Cassville, and Snyder. It's about seventy mile in a loop. The first one back to this bar wins. You have to sign this letter approving all the conditions."

Everything seemed clear. The map was clear. It was a loop around the river at the bottom of the canyon. The only thing that was not filled out was the slot for "Wager Amount."

Alright, young man I don't think that damned Toyota piece of shit is equal to my Bugatti. What are you willing to wager?"

"I own this fucking hotel. It's my building against your fucking car." The huge black man stood back and leaned against the table. He looked over at Jenny. Jenny had on a set of dark brown chocolate colored high heeled boots that stopped just below her knees; dark boot cut Levi's, and a blue, oxford men's dress shirt that was starched and tucked into her waistband.

"Wait a minute. Fuck that car of yours. I will wager this building against your wife. I don't want your fucking cheap ass car."

Joe looked up at the big black bartender. He looked around the room. "Show me your ride first." He said.

The crowd of about twenty walked out of the bar and into the parking lot. The parking lot was dimly lit, but there was no mistaking the "Toyota."

"I lied about the Toyota," the bartender said. "The nameplate on the tank says "Toyota," but it's really a Yamaha. It's a 1985 Yamaha FZ750. Surely you're not afraid of an old motorcycle?" the bartender said with a smirk.

"You're on." the half-lit Joe said as he turned and thundered back into the bar. He signed the letter and filled in the amounts:

"Wife for Building."

They both signed their names; it was notarized, witnessed and dated. The sun was going down. Without any talk, about half of the motorcycle riders silently disappeared. They took off to position themselves at various positions around the course; both just before each town and just after each town. Some took up positions at critical turns.

By the time the two men were ready, the sun had set. Joe did not know that the both the Yamaha and Bughatti had been fitted with GPS devices. The men at the turns and ends of the small villages would know where each vehicle was. The bartender could also tell where Joe was.

It wasn't much of a race. The Bugatti could close the distance between them on the straight-aways, but couldn't keep up on the corners. With no knowledge of whether there was sand on the road in the curves, Joe had to use some caution. Going through the towns, he could not tell if other cars were in the intersections or close by. Joe had no choice but to keep to the 25mph posted limits posted in town. Marcel, the bartender, blazed through at 110mph because his accomplices would pull their own motorcycles into the intersections or adjoining streets to block traffic.

Jenny was sitting there in the lounge when she heard the high scream of the Yamaha and the lights come into view in the parking lot. Her heart went into her throat; the blood drained from her face as the huge black man put down the center stand on his bike. He walked in slowly; grinning and holding his helmet under his arm as he kicked open the door.

When Joe came in several minutes later he knew. He had seen the Yamaha, still smoking, but with the center stand down. When he came through the door, he saw the fright and terror in his wife's face as she was now sitting on his lap.

When Marcel had come in, he tossed his helmet to one of his friends, and sat down in a large oak captain's chair next to Jenny. He reached over, grabbed her hand and yanked her up and into his lap.

When Joe came in he could see the despair in her eyes. "How could you have done this to me?" her eyes seemed to be pleading back to him. Words weren't really necessary. They had both seen the document. Jenny had not been asked for her approval. Had she been asked, she hardly thought there was any chance the Bugatti could have been beaten. It was an unbelievable opportunity to get the hotel for nothing.

Win or lose, Jenny was devastated with her husband's brash audacity to use her for a wager. Even if he had won, she would have been crushed to have been considered in this way. Now it was even worse. This was the Adult Theatre all over again.

At least in the theatre, she didn't really know what was coming. Now she knew. This would not be an opportunity to just "relieve" her husband. This was going to be a real humiliation.

Even without having Marcel's clothes off, she knew any kind of "fit" was unlikely. "This is truly going to hurt." Her mind screamed at her.

"Let's start off the celebration with a round of drinks, Marcel said as he put one hand in the air and the other wrapped around Jenny far enough to cradle her breast. He eased her off of his lap in an obvious effort to get her to serve the drinks. Thankful to get away from him, Jenny headed gratefully towards the kitchen.

"Wait a fucking minute, young Lady." You can't serve drinks to our customers like that." He said as he leaned over and reached out to keep her from getting away. He grabbed her hand. She stood there, refusing to face him or shorten the distance between them by returning. Since she had at least stopped, Marcel said: "Young lady you need a costume that is in keeping with the bar theme in here. Oh, wait; we have no theme; we have no costume or uniform."

"Since we don't have a costume, you aren't dressed properly." He tugged on her arm, forcing her back between his legs. Jenny looked desperately over at her husband as she felt his fingers tug her shirt out of her jeans. Her lip started to quiver as she saw him lean forward and pull up the pant leg of his jeans. She saw him pull out a long white ivory stick. The stick was the 12" long pearl handle of a switch blade.

He held it sideways, but vertical. Her mind watched in slow motion as she saw the button being pressed. She saw the 12" blade swing slowly in an arc and snap open. It only took a millisecond to happen, but her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. She flinched when she heard the "click." It sounded like two boxcars being chocked together.

With his left hand wrapped around her thighs, his right hand pointed the glittering tip against her throat. He lowered it and stopped at the top button. He placed the tip between the two pieces of shirt fabric. Like a magic wand, he twisted it almost imperceptibly and the top button skipped across the worn oak floor. The sound was deafening; not because it was heavy, but to Jenny it signaled what was to come. The buttons were coming off. They would not go back on. This was a one way street.

Jenny's mind went numb as the rest of the buttons dropped, one at a time and rolled across the floor. The room was silent.

Marcel stuck the blade between her leg and the denim of her jeans. He was going to slit the fabric from the inseam clear up through the belt so it would part to reveal her crotch.

"Please don't." she sobbed. "I ... I ... I'll do it. Please leave me something." she sobbed as she reached for the belt. She was trying desperately to salvage some sense of dignity. "She had to have something to cover herself when this was over." She tried to tell herself.

It probably wasn't all about the clothes. She was trying subconsciously to create some kind of struggle for power; to wrestle some sort of initiative away from him. By removing her own clothes, perhaps she could salvage least some modicum of control over the situation. She knew she had no way to prevent the removal of her clothes, but perhaps if she did it herself she would preserve some sort of dignity; maybe.

Jenny tried to bend over to remove her boots. "Forget the boots, lady. Lets leave those on. Jenny tried not to sob. She tried to summon some sort of smile she did not have or feel. It was pretty useless as the quivering of her lower lip gave her away when she bent over to zip open the lower part of her boot cut jeans so they could slide off over her boots. Jenny opened the belt; brass button at the top, and pulled the tab of her zipper. The cool air hit her abdomen. She slid the tight garment down her thighs and stepped out of them. Jenny leaned over to pick them off the floor, fold them and placed them on the end of Marcel' outstretched steel wand. It wasn't just a knife. The long thin blade was being used like a septor; a symbol of his authority over her. He pulled the garment up to his nose and inhaled. He flicked his knife over his head, tossing the garment to somebody behind him. They chuckled and passed the price on. Jenny was too humiliated to run after them.

She stood there, not knowing whether to continue or wait for a command. The men's shirt covered her to her thighs, but was open in front. Jenny crossed her hands self-consciously for cover.

Marcel's glaring eyes and the devastating stares from the other men told her she could not hold on for long. Reluctantly, she arched her back and slid the shirt off of her. She brought it around in front of her, trying desperately to shield herself. Marcel held out his arm with the sharp septor extended towards her. His arm looked like it was ten feet long; the knife another three. She placed the shirt on the point.

Instead of just using the point to bring the shirt to him, he used it to twist the fabric around her wrist. He used it to drag her over to him. She stood again, shuddering between his legs; sideways. He unwound the shirt from her wrist. He inhaled and tried to suck the perfume out of the shirt before he flipped it behind him to one of the others.

With his left hand wrapped around her thighs, he stuck the point between her breasts and under her crossed arms. He used the knife to force her to uncross her arms. Humiliated, she stood there with her arms at her sides. Her bra was the sheer, transparent fabric that was used in pantyhose. It did nothing to hide her long-stemmed coral pink nipples. They were twice the length of anything Marcel had ever seen before. They looked like the pink pearl eraser tips on the end of a number two lead pencil; only much longer. They shuddered to reflect the terror and humiliation that was roiling in her abdomen.

Joe was caught up in the moment. He was transfixed by the scene in front of him. In spite of his indignation over his wife's embarrassment, he was also intrigued with her fight to keep some sort of dignity.

Jenny glared for a second at her husband, in despair for what he was putting her through. When she felt the tip of the knife between her breasts, she closed her eyes. It was so sharp, she did not feel it slice through the fabric holding her cups together. She did not have to have her eyes open to know that it was open. The chilled air from the ductwork above told her she had been exposed. She reached up in a futile effort to hold the transparent fabric over her. It was too late. The elastic fabric had snapped around and was trapped between her ribs and arms on the sides. Never the less, she instinctively reached up to cup her breasts. She felt the knife against her wrists. She moved her hands to cover her face; to hide her tears. When she felt the steel point again, she reluctantly lowered her arms to her sides.

She opened her eyes and saw the men starring; transfixed with her physique. She tried to maintain some sort of dignity by fixing her gaze at a point on the wall above her husband.

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Family Matters

My daughter, Louise and her friend Mags, were going out to celebrate her 18 th birthday, as Mags couldn’t get there for the real night out last month.   As usual my wife didn’t like Louise going out late to party, so she did what she always does, she went to bed. “To stop me sitting and worrying” was her reasoning behind it.   I left her for a while and knew when she would be sparked out and completely asleep. She sleeps so soundly when she is fully...

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Meri Pyar Ki Sacchi Kahani

Hi mera name shahbaz hai. Me karnataka se hu, me ek midle class se belong hu. Us wqt meri age 26 thi, height 5.9″ avrage body, fit and fine, white colure ka hu, ye kahani mere sath tab huwi jab me meri bussiness related ek offc me licence lene gaya tha, govt office thi so wahn ke sab workers officers buhat akdu the, muje buhat hi kharab responce mila us offc me, koi meri help nhi karraha tha, 8 din se offc ke chakkar laga kar me thak chuka tha, us office me ek married ladki wrk krti thi, me ne...

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Son Fucked His Housewife Mom On Vacation

Hi friends, my name is Vicky and I am from Hyderabad. This story is about me and my mom that happened 1 year ago. We are a family of 3; me, my mom and dad and we are living in Hyderabad. My father’s name is Harish and his age is 48. He works as a marketing agent, so most of the time he is living outside. My sexy mom’s name is Geetha and her age is 40. She is a housewife. This started when I was of 23 years. I was doing my post-graduation at that time and I used to go to college once in a while....

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MY MOTHER

Lily was raised by her single mom who was very well known as a sexy slut. She would go down to the local tavern where she was able to always bring home a man. When she got home they would fuck all night and she allowed the men anything they wanted. Lily would lay in bed and listen to them talk about fucking and sucking cock and fucking her mom's ass. Her mom would tell the man to fuck her hard and ram his cock in her cunt deep. She would yell "Yes. Fuck me harder. Ram that big cock in my cunt. ...

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Family DiscoveryChapter 2

It was 07:00am on Saturday morning and Amanda was deciding if she should get up or sleep in. She had this Saturday off and Sara was at an overnighter with a friend. It suddenly dawned on her that she had Sean all to herself and quickly threw the sheet off of her body and walked down the hall to his room. She smiled when her eyes saw her son lying on his back with the sheet covering his morning erection. She walked softly to the bed, kneeled down and gently ran a finger up and on the bulging...

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A Fantasy

It's a normal Friday night and im home alone again. But I won't be for too long. I have been waiting on you all week to get back. My house is on a 10 acre lot with lots of woods around it. So im a very rich woman. I want to wait for you to get here but the anticipation of you touching me is too much. I just cant wait. So I slide out of my satin robe and drop it to the floor. I trace the outline of my neck down to my tits and start to rub them slowly. They are starting to stand up. They ache...

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Hot Mom An Uber Driving SlutChapter 13

Same Day – June 1st, 2019{br} When they arrived at the Landing Strip, the back parking lot was mostly empty. The only people there were a few dancers and employees. There was a back entrance for them. Just as they did every day, the girls were expected to get out of the car with nothing on but their leather collars, a skimpy pair of white cotton panties, and a pair of high heels. Melanie carried their shared makeup caboodle. Usually, there was something clever and naughty written on the...

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The Amusement Park

My boyfriend and I are exhibitionists. We love to have sex out in the open. We’ve been going out for about a year now. We have had it in the oddest places. Sometimes people will watch us and sometimes people will even approach us and want to join in. We love to experiment and love when people catch us having sex when we’re outside. My name is Valerie and my boyfriend’s name is Scott. We both are twenty-one. I have brown short hair, brown eyes and I am five foot four inches tall. I’m just an...

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Derek Babysitter at 15

Introduction: This is another true story of what Derek and I done together. Continuing from the end of My First Sleepover. We lay together on the bathroom floor, our lips glued together with the sticky residue left behind from that mornings activities. Neither one of us moved nor wanted time to go on, so we just stayed in that position for what could of been hours, hugging eachother in a sort of comforting yet sexual embrace. Dereks dick was still twitching and seeping cum when I realised that...

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Pillow talk

The pillow talk happens a lot with my wife and I. Like just the other night, we where getting it on and Mary starts telling me a made up story.Here is the story."We where shopping in the mall and I was wearing a white, shear, low cut top with a shear red bra that showed off my 36D tits and a short black miniskirt, matching shear red lace panties, garter belt and dark stockings. To top it off, I also had her 4 inch red fuck me shoes on. Anyway, we where walking down the center of the mall...

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Emmas SeductionChapter 5

It was Emma's birthday. She turned seventeen this day. We were celebrating on a Friday evening, after Erica arrived home from the college. The end of summer session was in a week. Thereafter we would have a two week break and begin the fall semester. Emma would be off to private school again. It had been an enlightening summer. Perhaps Emma was my natural daughter. Perhaps. I was becoming more certain of it. Erica's remembrance, and mine, of that party long ago seemed to indicate that her...

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fun at the beach 2

Well we had such a fun day that we decided to try the beach again and this time we were going to the nudist part that our friends from yesterday were telling us about. I had convinced you to go nude and as we got to th nudist beach there was a big dune and some cabins to get changed in, We had never been to a nudist beach but as we had fucked on a regular beach I didn’t see it being much of a problem.We got changed and wondered out you holding my hand tight as we walked along in the dunes...

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My favorite beach

very hot day in the Mediterranean, he made me think about cooling in the sea that is not too far away.I'm usually sleeping at noon, or when the sun is up late to cool off and rest from a hard day.At that time on a beach that is beautiful staying at one of the buyers, and the rest is all free. I take it without a lot of things to a beautiful beach with fine, beautiful sandy, clear blue water, a silence that relaxes.I can see that I still have buyers and I choose a place with more free space...

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FapHouse

Have you visited the Fap House lately? I ain’t talking about visiting your mother-in-law’s place, where your wife insists you’re not allowed to fuck in the guestroom, leading you to rub out load after load after explosive load in the bathroom. (“I swear, honey, I just have the shits from your mom’s meatloaf!”) I’m actually talking about a new premium site that popped up at the beginning of April. They made a ridiculously grand entrance into the online porn market, building up a following at a...

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I had promised my mom I would spend that Sunday with her and Richie, and despite the fact that I wanted to spend every minute of it with Jennifer, I did actually enjoy some parts of the day. Richie was christened that morning for one thing, and I was made his Godfather which meant I held him while they made his fussy mood worse by sprinkling the holy water on him and making him outright cry. Oh, I shouldn't really complain though. I was happy to do it, especially since I didn't have a...

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Peheli Chudai

Hi friends mera nam kishan he me Gujarat me Bhuj ka rehne wala hu, dikhneme me handsome hu, collage me ladkiya mujpe marti thi. vese me ISS karib 5 salse padh rha hu. vese ae meri pehli story he or chudai ka pehla experience. Bat 1 mahine pehle ki he mare pass jab peso ki kami thi or meri padhai khatm ho gai thi par koi job nai mil rahi thi tab muje ak idea aya kyuu na facebook pe fake id banaye or time pass kare, fir mene ak fake id banaya or usme sexy photoes upload kiye. kuch din ase hi beet...

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Unexpected But Awesome 8211 Neighbor8217s Treat

Hi everybody, myself SuperHulk (obviously named changed) , and I am going to narrate my awesome sex session with my busty neighbor that happened just 3 days back and how it all started. My name is Superhulk (obviously name changed) I’m 5 ft 8inches tall with a muscular body. I am 21 years old and currently doing b.com in a very reputed college in Mumbai. This is my first story out here so hope it’ll leave behind some wet pussies and hard dick. Feel free to give your feedback at ;.com . I will...

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From the Past a PresentChapter 5 Past present and future

Explanation of a British term. 'end' a colloquial for the male penis, as in 'getting your end away' i.e. having sex. I phoned Ann on the Tuesday. I had been down to the south coast, leaving at five thirty in the morning and got home at just after seven in the evening. I didn't feel like cooking for myself so decided on going out for an Indian meal. It was without conscious thought that I picked up the phone to ask Ann if she would join me. "Hello David. It's lovely to hear from...

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Living a CAP Based PresentChapter 40 Bad Blood

My concubines stayed out of the bedroom long enough for me to fall into an exhausted sleep. It was a welcome feeling to realize that they understood just how exhausted I was. I did not wake up alone. Sometime after the sandman had finished his efforts on me, my ladies crept in to join me. I woke up with Ashley’s naked butt pressed against my crotch while Tatyana clung to me from behind. Faint snores that sounded a bit more like whines echoed throughout the room. I sat up and found the rest...

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Farmed Out For Stud Service

Farmed Out For Stud Service My parents had divorced when I was just ten years old. When I turned fifteen years old my mother bought me subscriptions to Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines. She also gave me four boxes of stuff that my father had left behind when he departed. The boxes were full of older magazines of all kinds, paperback books, and even XXX-rated VCR tapes. It was the fucking mother load to a horny kid like me. Instantly I had a lifetime supply of material to jerk...

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I Fucked My Slutty Mother

Hello horny people, this is my first post here and I’m so excited about it. Because this happened few years ago but I never had a chance to share this with anyone through the internet. Yea that means some people know about this thing between me and my mom (and my other family members as well, I’ll tell you those stories later). If you are extremely horny and just want to read the fucking part and jerk off, then please skip this story, because I’m trying to write this with details and also this...

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The Cure Mfteen Fvoy inc cons rom

The Cure by SpectreOfHell Nina sat down on the sofa in her parent’s living room and crossed her legs. Across from her sat her father in his favorite tattered easy-chair. His eyes were riveted to her nylon-clad legs. Smiling, Nina hiked the hem of her short dress up an inch. Her father’s eyes met hers for an instant, and he smiled broadly before returning his gaze to her legs. She felt a shivery thrill run through her. She hiked the dress up another inch, exposing alabaster skin above the tops...

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Hurricane Of Hot Liquid Wax

Mention hurricanes and most people think devastating winds, never-ending rain and widespread flooding. Mention hurricane to me and I think candle wax. Yes, candle wax. It was my first real hurricane. I had experienced remnants of hurricanes growing up in upstate New York, but this was my first in the Big Easy. It hit right as classes started that year, leaving me just in time to meet Evan in my American Lit class. I rode out the storm at his house, enjoying my first hurricane party with him,...

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DreamsChapter 12

As Christmas approach Bellforms work slowed down. The union workers had been able to get two weeks paid leave years ago in their contract. Since the office wasn't getting information, Jim Bellform decided to close down on December 20th and open on the first workday in January. This year was on the 3rd because the 1st was on a Sunday making the 2nd the holiday. The Chicago Bears made the playoffs and were scheduled for their first post season game on the 8th. Victoria made sure that Josh's...

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Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch 12

Note: All names and associations used in this story are not real, and any similarity is strictly accidental in nature. This is a work of fiction, and please read it with that in mind. Dear Reader, This is an Edited Version of Chapter 12. I did this for two reasons. First, to clean up some English problems. Second, and MOST IMPORTANT, to advise you that my computer, containing Chapters 13, 14, and 15 died, taking with it all my work. It is with my I.T. people now and they are trying to retrieve...

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Sonya Siren Song

She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling the ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. “Hey, Leon,” she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name. “Hi,” I answered, as I shut the car door. “Did’ya have a good day?” she asked. “Yeah, it was good. Productive, too,” I replied. “Well, I’ve been productive, too....

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Jitil somporko

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January 3, 2018 Dear Ms. Diary, [Written January 4-5] Ah, the resumption of school after a winter break. One good thing: most diary days should require much less writing. Mom dropped Civia at her school and Meka drove the Sprinter to Central for what would be Lana’s first day in classes here. I wondered if she would be in any of my classes; I knew she would be in the same homeroom with Heather, Brit, and me. My answer arrived about five minutes into our 1st Bell class, as Lana was...

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The Sacred Band Ch 16

Chapter sixteen. Fighting back part 2. Getting to work. Philip continued to buy time over the next few days, by maintaining the pretence of severing his links with his partners and clients. Meanwhile Andy pulled strings with his former police contacts and renewed his acquaintance with Superintendent Bill Torrens. Andy knew that his old friend was personally incorruptible, but bitterly frustrated at the way big gangsters could move around with total impunity. He learned where Rotkoff was...

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Secrets of Fathers and EmpiresChapter 11

November 4, 2025 “Sean, I have a Mr. Kirkwood on line two. Shall I transfer him?” Asked Mrs. Talbot, Sean’s fifty-something-year-old personal assistant. “Yes, thank-you,” Sean answered. “Hello, this is Mr. Mallory, how can I help you, Mr. Kirkwood.” “Sean, I would like to invite you to a business lunch, just you and me, this afternoon, say about 1:00. Is that a good time for you? If not, when would be a better time? I know you are a busy man these days.” “I think I can arrange that....

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Blackmailing My Slutty Sister

Hi guys, thank you all for the feedback and reviews on the previous stories. If you’re new, kindly read my previous stories to know about me and my adventures, before reading this story about blackmailing. Subconsciously, everyone has a fantasy of having incest sometimes. Maybe you suppress it or forget about it or deal with it your own way. But you have at some point in your life had a fantasy about someone in your family (if not, congratulations, you’re going to heaven). I, too, had that...

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Sardiyon Ki Vo Toofani Raat

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Victorious Corrupting Cat part 1

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Doctors Visit

Dr. Rana had an attractive male client eyeing her as she walked down the hall to her office. She could feel his eyes boring into her assets and she purposefully exaggerated her gait so that her hips swung more prominently. Why am I feeling so flirty? She asked herself as she smiled internally that a handsome man was ogling her ass. Feeling more like a horny teenager than a psychotherapist, she quickly did personal inventory: it was two weeks out since her last period, she felt flushed, she had...

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My Adopted Daughter1

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I started chatting back in the early nineties. My wife and I had been married almost twenty years at the time. I was forty-six and she was forty-five years old. We had a nice house in a nice neighborhood in Sacramento, California, USA.We both worked and were happy in our jobs. We socialized with friends going out with them from time to time. Life was pretty normal and mundane.My darling wife, Laurie pretty much lost interest in sex over the last five years of our marriage.Then things began to...

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How Lucas Lost ItPart III

The bell rang. Lucas stuffed his notebook into his backpack and headed into the corridor. “Sharon -- what are you doing here?” “My ten o’clock was cancelled,” she replied. “I was walking down the hall and I saw you sitting in your class -- in the front row. Do you always sit in the front?” “Usually. Have you been standing here the whole time?” “Not the whole time. Where are you going next?” “I was going to get some lunch at the Union.” “May I join you?” “Certainly, Shar.” They strolled...

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RolyPoly Johnny

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Earth Day Sioux Indian Style Ch 01

He was early for the Earth Day celebration. His nervousness always made him punctual. Instead of pacing and wearing out the carpet at home, he preferred getting in the car and driving to where he needed to go. The drive gave him something to do and the scenery calmed his nerves. He was nervous about attending his first Earth Day party and over visiting his girlfriend Lisa’s home for the first time. It’d be the first time he was ever in the home of a Native American Indian and he didn’t know...

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Dear Brandi Letter Of Confession

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My first Crossdresser Part Two

We finished our drinks and got up from the table. As we walked out of the restaurant I could feel everyone's eye's on me. On us. Uncomfortable to say the least, and I wondered for a moment just how it must feel to her, or to anyone who lives outside the norms that our society dictates. We walked through an open lobby and entered the Sahara casino side by side, but a group of oriental tourists rushed past us and she stepped ahead of me to get around them. As she walked in front of me I once...

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Cathy Cook Bio Ch2 Truro

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I've asked myself more times than I can count, what it is about my mother, that attracts me to her? She is my mom for gods sake! And everything and everyone would say I should be disgusted with sexual thoughts about her, that it is illegal and immoral. But I am not disgusted and I didn't care what others thought or gave a moments consideration about any consequences. Mother was born 23 years before me - and since I'm 22 years old, that makes her 45 years old. She comes from a different...

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Alices GiftChapter 5 Busted

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Copyright© 2004 Charmbrights. All rights reserved. from an idea by LadiDarkMoon Sandra Thiery's relationship with Keith Cannon was definitely an unusual one; they had met a couple of years earlier, while Sandra was already engaged to her husband, James Welton. Their engagement was, and remained, a serious relationship. From the evening they formally agreed to marry, James on bended knee in the romantic restaurant, the whole bit, they had lived together... but Sandra had an almost...

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My new husband wanted to get me pregnant and have his baby. We had only been married 4 months but he was 48 and I was 44 so the clock was ticking. I told him we would give it a try but if I didn’t get pregnant in a few months then it probably wasn’t going to happen. We had been trying for four months with no luck. We had sex all the time. He took me every chance he got. Sometimes three or four times a day. He was a great lover with a huge cock. I have known him for a very long time and we have...

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