WhatBoysWant
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Teresa
This is a story about firsts. A whole bunch of them in fact looking back at them now. Everyone says they clearly remember the first time they ever made love with anyone. And I suppose that's true. But I clearly remember all the other first times as well, as though they were yesterday.
I met Teresa in the 5th grade. She would later become the girl I would date and eventually experience a fist full of firsts with. But that was years away yet. Right now, my female experiences were limited to gawking, acting silly, stupid, trying to impress a girl who wouldn't give me the time of day. Hell, what girl at that age, who was of the right mind would anyway? And to what point? The point was, there was just something about Teresa that told me, even at that age, we were somehow meant to be together. And then as it was perhaps expected, I chased ... and Teresa ran like hell. Funny how fate can step in and totally change things so unexpectedly. As the next few years passed by, Teresa and I found ourselves sharing classes, and then into Junior High, taking the same bus to school, likewise again having a couple of classes together. By now, she at least tolerated me, even smiled on occasion, enjoying my still somewhat stupid jokes and attempt to befriend her more than she was willing. All for naught of course, Teresa was still as elusive as the pot of gold at the end of the proverbial rainbow.
She wasn't as anyone might classically call a raving beauty, but she really was pretty. Of Spanish decent, she had an olive complexion, dark smoldering eyes to go along with her middle of the back length almost coal black hair. She wasn't tall ... if anything short, at just five feet, if that even. The fact she had a rather large chest for her size, (which by the way was admittedly one of the reasons I was attracted to her back in the 5th grade. She was about the only girl in our class that actually had boobs large enough to require wearing a real bra.) But try as I might, I made no better headway with her than I had early on, and so at last ... I finally quit trying. And fate had a hand in that as well, in the weirdest of ways.
Heading into the second year of Junior high school, the powers to be for whatever reason, changed school boundaries on everyone. With Teresa just living on the next street over from where I lived, they had chosen the very street that separated us as the border for sending us to different schools. Teresa remaining with the same school we'd both attended the previous year, and me ... off to a brand new school that had recently been built. When that happened, I had pretty much figured that it was meant to be, and that it was time to give up on my almost life-long endeavor to win her over. As such, I began looking elsewhere, and eventually had better luck with a girl I soon met, and began seeing as often as I could after school. Sure, I still saw Teresa on average of once a week as we attended the same church together, but beyond that, that was all. She'd even made a point of coming up to say hello to me first, something she had never done before. But like I said, by this time ... I'd given up on her, and having someone else who did seemingly enjoy my attention and affections, I suppose I was far more aloof around her than I had ever been before.
The chaser ... became the chase' e.
Dawn was my first ever "French Kiss," a cute petite little blond who was also a member of the girls junior cheerleading squad. She was in a sense quite a catch, and furthered my status in the rankings back then as 'lucky guys'. And though we hadn't done anything ... and I virtually mean anything, French kissing a girl was considered more or less a prelude to eventually going further with them. So as far as I was concerned, it was only a matter of time. Needless to say, the furtherest thing on my mind was Teresa. Though when I saw her again, so unexpectedly I might add, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect.
Dawn and I were milking our five minutes between classes to maximum degree. With both classes close to where we were standing, there was just enough time for a press against our respective lockers (also close to one another ironically) a quick (non tongue) kiss in this instance, and then a promise to see one another after school of course. We wouldn't have time to visit again until then as after this, our two remaining classes took us off in entirely opposite directions. And so it was with the warning bell that we had less than a minute to make it to class now, Dawn kissed me quickly once more, and then headed off to her class down the hall. The moment she broke away, I looked up past her as she ran off, and low and behold, there was Teresa walking towards me. Surprised to see her yes ... I nevertheless took a moment of secret delight as she had to have seen Dawn and I actually kissing there in the hallway. She continued to approach, even having a smile on her face as she looked at me. I stood however still dumbfounded at seeing her here, at this school ... my school.
"Cute girl," she said passing, still smiling and then walked right by me looking at obvious room numbers. In doing so, reminding me that I was going to be late for class myself if I didn't get a move on here. But still curious as hell as to why Teresa was now here at my school. When she stopped, looking at the teachers name on the door, and room number, and then entered the class, I almost fell over. She'd just entered into my classroom. Social studies and human nature class, of all classes to be having with her ... but obviously, I would be.
I couldn't help but wonder if fate wasn't once again intervening here for whatever reason. With Teresa being given a seat one up and across from me, I sat just behind her, occasionally given glances backwards from her as she caught my eye, once again smiling in a way I had never seen her smile at me before. I soon learned she had been transferred, even this late in the year with only a couple of months to go before school was out for the summer. An oddity as that wasn't a very common occurrence, not at all ... especially this late in the school year. But as it turned out, there were still adjustments being made. One of which was class size, and so the word had gone out on a volunteer basis, that if there were any students who were willing to transfer to the new school, even inside current boundaries, then arrangements would be made.
Teresa had been one of a small handful, who had volunteered to transfer, and now she was sitting in my class.
Role reversal
Though I continued to see and more or less date Dawn, Teresa and I likewise reacquainted ourselves, and basically renewed our friendship, more so in fact than it was before. But now, I didn't actively pursue her of course, not like I had done. Dawn was now a part of some of our conversations in fact, though I found it interesting that she herself wasn't seeing or dating anyone. Towards the end of that year, we found ourselves thrown together in a very unique way, though at the time I didn't foresee the future, or what would come out of it, because of it.
There was a TV program being aired at the time, called "The dating game." It was very popular, if not quite outrageous at the time for prime-time viewers. All of the drama and arts classes were involved in producing our own version of the Dating game for school assembly, and as luck would have it, I was to be one of a handful of so called "eligible" bachelors. What I didn't know until we were literally on stage, was that Teresa was the unknown, likewise eligible bachelorette. Needless to say, it didn't take long for either one of us to realize she was the one asking questions, and that I was one of three guys answering them. I even got most of the laughs as the game progressed, and it also seemed more than my fair share of the questions being asked too. I was fairly sure that Teresa would be picking me as her "date" as the game continued, which consisted of a cheap evening meal at a local hamburger joint as it turned out. But to my surprise, along with everyone else's as it later turned out, Teresa selected someone else. And though I think Dawn was quite relieved at the outcome, I was taken aback by the end result, along with a goodly number of classmates and friends. Everyone said we had this sort of real "chemistry" and why Teresa had picked someone else, remained an unsolved mystery. At least until the very next weekend.
We were back to sharing a bus ride home. And though I didn't always take the bus, most often walking Dawn home after school instead, it left me with a two mile walk home after doing that whenever I did that. On this particular night, I'd been tasked by my parents to "take the bus", as they were going to an office party that evening where my dad worked, and wanted me home before they left. Thus I found myself sharing a seat with Teresa on the way home, which is when she told me, "You know why I didn't pick you over Jerry?" She began. Although I was curious as to why, I didn't want to seem too anxious about it either.
"Haven't really thought about it," I told her. "But since you mention it, why didn't you? Everyone said afterwards that they thought for sure you were going to."
"And that's the reason I didn't," she said candidly. "Because I knew everyone there ... including your girlfriend, thought for sure I'd be picking you. I didn't want to cause problems for you because of it."
We'd barely gotten the mysteries of all that out of the way when we reached my stop. Standing up in order to get off, Teresa did as well, even though her stop was still several stops away yet, though admittedly, it would almost be quicker for her to get home in getting off where I did. And yet ... she did so, following me off. I had on some few occasions walked her home to her place after church, so I certainly had been to her place before, and once even invited inside for a brief visit. But never ever had Teresa been to my place.
"Wanted to see where you lived," she'd said answering my unasked question. So I took her inside, introduced her to my parents though they already knew "of her" in a way, though never formally meeting, or having been introduced to her before. After making a phone call to tell her mom she'd be home later than usual, she stuck around long enough for me to be given my "while were out for the evening" instructions ... and then I walked her home. By the time we got to her place, her mother had already left, as she worked in the evenings as a waitress. Her dad worked in the evenings too, so it was a strange situation for her where she became the supervising adult over her younger brother and sister. Both of which usually disappeared out the door the moment her mom left for work, thus leaving the two of us pretty much alone together. Something that over time, we'd begin taking a lot of advantage of, but that was still a ways out yet. I mean after all, we weren't actually even dating ... yet.
First kiss
I remember the conversation clearly, as though it were yesterday.
"So, is Dawn a good kisser?" She asked me point blank as I sat there on her couch. I had only planned on staying a minute or two, after walking her home, before heading back. After all, Dawn would be expecting a phone call later on that evening since we hadn't spent any time together after school.
"Yeah, I guess," I responded a little sheepishly, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the weird topic she'd chosen to discuss with me.
"Better than me?" She then asked.
For starters, I obviously had no idea. I'd never kissed Teresa, for real anyway. Only in my dreams. "How should I know? I've never kissed you," I responded back, not seeing the trap I'd just sprung on myself, but not minding that I had as things eventually turned out.
"Then maybe you'd better find out," she'd said looking into my eyes, expectantly. I guess if I'd been all that serious about Dawn, I would never have kissed her. But the moment she said that, I somehow knew, it wouldn't be the last time I would ever kiss her either. That kiss turned into another, and then another and another. And before you knew it, I'd been there almost two hours, just the two of us sitting there kissing and making out as it was called. Until "curfew" for her younger brother and sister brought them home again, forcing us to finally part company.
I never did call Dawn that night, too busy fantasizing, and masturbating like mad for one thing. But for another, I was also trying to come up with an easy way to break things off with Dawn. Like the old song says, "breaking up is hard to do," and Dawn knew immediately who was behind it all too. It didn't take a lot of investigating to find out as for the last few remaining weeks of school, Teresa and I spent most of it hand in hand, wandering the halls together, riding the bus home ... and then spending a minimum of two hours every night tickling one another's tonsils with our tongues.
Getting up to bat, feeling my first ever titty.
Back then, just getting up to the plate was half the fun. Few were, and few did. And though I constantly struck out back then, never even getting to so called "first base", the fact was, I knew one day ... I would. But there would also be only an occasional single even then, it would be a long time before I would ever score my first double, or make it to second base. Such where the times then perhaps. But I digress.
Still together by this time, and still dating, now in high school of course, and with me having just gotten my driver's license, and first car, it was time to celebrate. And it was also time to go out on our very first "official" un-chaperoned, date together. As such of course, we went to the drive-in movie. We'd certainly gone before, with friends who were driving, though none of us had done anything more than a whole lot of heavy kissing. Yeah, admittedly I had managed to graze one of her boobs here and there, and even once remembering she'd allowed me to rest the palm of my hand on her once, for longer than two seconds. After that, it became more of a challenge just to see if I could increase the duration of "officially" holding her breast, which came in nanoseconds of time to be perfectly honest about it. It took a long time before I finally hit the three second mark before she'd finally move my hand away from her breast. Or so it felt like anyway. But ... that was an official halfway down to first base for me. At least I was now actually hitting the ball on occasion, even if I was still being thrown out before ever really reaching the base.
But things were about to change, and at a pace that I don't think either one of us expected or had planned on up until then. That change was brought about by the times to some degree, along with drastic changes taking place in Teresa's home life. Her parents were about to divorce for one thing, something that had been a long time in coming. It was also the age of Aquarius ... free love, bra burning (though Teresa wasn't about to burn hers, let alone take it off yet), but that too would soon happen. But when it did happen, when things finally did change, it happened so fast, and in such a way, that in some respects, neither one of us was really prepared for it. I think part of that was because Teresa and I had both turned eighteen early on in our final year of high school.
For me, it was because of my mother way back when. For whatever reason, she hadn't started me in school when I was really young, when she should have, holding me back a year before doing so. In her way of thinking, she wanted to make sure I would be a bit older, a bit more used to the idea. Being an only child, looking back, I think she wasn't ready to give me up being home all the time. As for Teresa, hers was a matter of being right on the dividing line perhaps. Turning eighteen shortly after school started, and thus ... the two of us already well ahead of most of the others when our senior year began. It had its perks ... advantages, but it had its disadvantages as well. I was no longer governed by a curfew for one thing. As long as I kept my grades up, graduated ... then I could pretty much come and go as I pleased. Something I certainly took a great deal of advantage of. As for Teresa, with her mother now divorced, trying to survive and raise three kids without a whole lot of support from her sometimes father, she was thrown into the role once more of playing mom, looking after her siblings while her mom worked most evenings. Though by this time of course, Teresa and I both had part-time jobs. As an "adult" one of the downsides of being eighteen ... I had to find money to pay for my own dates, and gas for the car I drove. The days of having an allowance as it were, was over with. Needless to say, whenever we had time together outside of all that, we made it quality time. And that's when things just seemed to dramatically escalate all of a sudden.
Making it to first, and then second base ... standing up.
Fridays were very special to us. For one thing, neither one of us had to work. For another, her mom did, which meant we'd pretty much have the place to ourselves, though I didn't dare show up until long after her mother had actually left. Her brother usually bolted out the door to head off and screw around with his friends the moment their mother left, which left us with Teresa's younger sister Sara, who could be a real pain in the ass at times. I think she hung around just to annoy us, knowing full well that we wanted some alone time. But she used that to her own advantage as well. Very often it took some sort of a bribe to get her to leave the two of us alone. Either with allowing her to watch some movie she shouldn't be, or having a friend over, or even going so far as to allow her to have her own boyfriend over, though she wasn't (or hopefully wasn't) doing what we had been.
I knew there was something about this particular evening too. It wasn't as though we had discussed it, or even talked about it ... but it was in the air. When Teresa suggested that we go outside, out back, and sit on the old sofa as opposed to staying inside, I knew there was a lot going on here. That was indeed our "later in the evening" make out couch. Usually where we ended up for the last hour before I had to scoot home before her mother arrived. The fact we were going out there a whole lot earlier than normal spoke volumes. That, and the fact Teresa was wearing my favorite pull over sweater, the one I loved being able to caress and rub her tits through. And on occasion, once in a great while, actually being able to sneak a hand under for even more direct contact, though still while she was wearing a bra. Yeah, seriously ... that's as far as I'd ever gotten with her. I'd still never actually touched them in the flesh, nor had I seen them either for that matter.
All that ... was about to change.
We started out as we usually did, lots of kissing ... only this time, it was still light out, no stars yet. And as such, I didn't dare jump to light speed and simply place my hand on one of her breasts. At least not until I couldn't really see what I was doing yet. That seemed to be at the time, one of the requirements or something. I tended to think it was because Teresa didn't want me seeing her "horny face," as I called it. Though I knew she got that, especially the way she'd squirm, even pant and moan a lot as I kneaded her soft breasts like freshly rolled dough. So when she lifted my hand, placing it right there on her breast, in the middle of daylight no less ... I knew indeed this was going to be a very ... very special evening. Especially when I discovered that double D Teresa, wasn't wearing a bra!
Now, like I said ... on some few occasions, though even then not for as long as I would have liked, she'd permitted me to actually sneak my hand up inside her sweater or tee shirt, and actually fondle and caress her breasts that way. I had more easily felt her nipples harden through the material, enough so I could finger, and thumb them, teasing her ... teasing them, certainly teasing the hell out of myself if you will, but never directly. The fact I was now touching her, in daylight ... outside, with the threat of her little sister popping out on us at any given moment was one thing. But the fact I was also feeling her hard extended nipple, even with her (my) favorite sweater on was something else. For one thing, that fucker(s) was hard! Harder than I'd ever felt it, imagined it ... and she seemed to be doing a lot more squirming and moaning too as I sat there rubbing it, rolling it, pulling on it, even if it was through the material of her sweater. In the meantime of course, I am also kissing her, everywhere that I could, every place I could find exposed flesh, I kissed before going back to her mouth again. And then I began to notice something. Each time I moved downwards, kissing that "V" of her neck, it seemed to be getting lower and lower with each pass that I made. Opening my eyes (finally) I saw that she had hooked two of her own fingers in that "V" of her sweater, pulling it down. I was actually looking at the upper swells of her full firm breasts, and suddenly kissing them too! More and more of them in fact. It became this weird, highly unusual game we were suddenly playing. I'd make the return trip back to her face, lips, and then start downwards again, watching her as she pulled down on this damn sweater of hers. More and more flesh suddenly revealed, and then saw ... actually saw this difference in texture, coloration. And I knew without any doubt whatsoever, I was looking at the crescent moon of one of her dark colored areolas!
I don't think I'd ever been so fucking hard in my entire life! And then as I made my final trip ... knowing it would be, I looked, and holy shit ... it was suddenly there. This big, beautiful, totally naked hard nipple just waiting for me to kiss it, to suck it, to fondle it. And then I was. I remember reaching it, first kissing it of course, repeatedly, her hand suddenly on the back of my head holding it against her, as though nursing me in a way, which I began doing of course. Now sucking it, gently, almost afraid she'd wake up and find out what I was doing here. Until maybe I'd spent too much time doing that perhaps, which is when she then said, "Baby ... suck the other one too."
I'd almost forgotten she had two. Like maybe she was saving one for another occasion or something. But now it was awkward. It meant putting one back, and then what ... me pulling down on the other side in order to reach it? (What did I know?) But then she of course made it easy for me. She just reached down, and pulled her sweater up and over her breasts, now both of them exposed. And me, sitting there staring at them for the first time, both of them, in their absofuckinglutely beautiful glory.
I think time stood still. I know the stars eventually came out, but I sat until the kink in my side turned numb. Hell, I wasn't about to change positions, even if I left paralyzed after this. I took delight, and time ... going back and forth between the two, never getting my fill of doing this. Of seeing her, seeing her breasts, hell ... sucking and playing with her very bare breasts. Are you kidding me? Her mother would have had to come home and forcibly remove me herself at the rate I was going. I was in seventh heaven, and so was Teresa by the sounds of it.
The nice thing about that night was, we never went backwards from there. After that, every chance we had, every moment we could take, she wanted me to play with her tits, suck them, nurse them, and fondle them. I honestly believe to this very day, Teresa was one of those women who could actually have an orgasm just by my doing that. There were times after we'd been doing this for a while, she would shudder, and then shortly after ... was when she'd almost have to forcibly make me give them up. Not that I minded, especially knowing, we'd be doing it all, all over again, the following day.
My problem was ... I was beginning to think that I would forever have a persistent case of perpetual "blue-balls". I'd pretty much decided that was just the way it was, and that I'd have to learn to get used to it. Sure ... after I got home, I'd furiously jerk off until the flames had momentarily been extinguished, but it was still a bit frustrating. I was now playing the same old "two second" hold game on her pussy that had taken me several years to get past and make it even this far with her breasts. At that rate, I'd be well into my late twenties before I even got to see her pussy, let alone anything else. I wasn't sure I could be that patient. But once more, Teresa was way ahead of me.
My first triple
It was another one of those rare precious times we could actually go out on a real date. Dinner and a movie ... and not just a drive in. And though that certainly didn't allow for us doing anything inside a sit down theatre, even the drive home back to her place always held the promise of something more. She'd very often tease me, excite and arouse me by removing her bra in that almost magical fashion women can. Without taking anything else off. Suddenly, pulling it through the sleeves of a blouse or sweater, tossing it behind into the back seat. (I even think I had two or three others at this point I hadn't as yet gotten around to bringing back to her). But that was always a good sign that we'd still have some mess around time even if her mother happened to be home that evening, which she was in this case. Which made this particular night even more memorable, exciting ... and to some degree, wickedly dangerous.
We were still a bit early yet from the time we said we probably would be back when I pulled onto her street.
"Cut your lights," she told me as we slowly approached. "And then cut the engine too," she added. I did both, silently letting the car drift up in front of her place. The lights were still on of course, including the porch light, though it was just dim enough not to shine down on us as we pulled over against the curb. Though her mom was home, and no doubt still up, she wouldn't be expecting us yet for one thing, but even if she did see us, and come out the front door, we'd have plenty of time to make ourselves presentable before getting out. Or so I hoped anyway. But I was again just expecting some more titty play before we called it a night again. So imagine my surprise when she turned towards me and said, "Baby ... take it out, I want to please you."
You don't really plan these things. I know I certainly didn't, hadn't ... though maybe she did. Maybe she had been thinking about it all day, all evening. But she certainly didn't let me in on it until the very last moment. So it's not like you actually come prepared for this. Especially when it's the very first time. I'm not even sure I had heard her correctly when she said that, I was still trying to comprehend the words she'd just spoken, which weren't made any easier to understand either as she once again lifted that still favorite sweater of mine up again over her breasts. (Maybe I should have taken a clue in the sweater ... I think it too was magical in a way). But there I was looking at her gorgeous bare breasts as she leaned up against the passenger door and window, looking at me.
"Unless of course you don't want to," came the famous last words.
I don't think I've ever unzipped my fly that fast before, realizing she was actually serious. Though even then I hesitated, reaching in myself, taking it out. But then she started playing with her own breasts, and that's all it took. A moment later, I was sitting there with my cock (at least it was nice and hard already) sticking up and out as she sat there staring at it. Finally, she moved over, placing her hand on it, and then as though she'd been doing this for a number of years, began jerking me off. I knew the moment she began doing that, there was only two ways this was going to go. Thank god it didn't go the way I was fearing the most, though it almost went too far the other way.
I was nervous as hell. Sure ... excited beyond belief. After all, Teresa actually had my cock in her hand and was playing with it! But I was still nervous, now fearful of her mom suddenly stepping outside. Or worse, perhaps even sneaking out the backdoor, seeing us parked there out in front, wanting to surprise us ... catch us. And oh yeah ... would she ever if she were to do that. Especially now. So maybe that helped a little, took the edge off the excitement, adding a pinch of fear into the mix. Which was just enough to keep me from losing it all too soon. The pleasure of my girlfriend's hand, hell ... a different hand other than my own, now working my dick was far more than I could have ever imagined happening at this point. And yet ... here she was.
It felt so fucking good that I finally started to realize that I was going to be shooting off in my girlfriend's stroking hand before too much longer here. And that now raised another concern. Once more, way ahead of me Teresa smiled looking down at my rock hard cock and tightening balls, and said. "Rick? Do you have anything?"
Had I known, had a clue that this was even remotely on the agenda for this evening, I'd have brought something with me. Ironically, having cleaned out the car earlier in preparation for a real date, I'd discarded the few paper napkins I'd tossed over into the back seat from one too many fast food stop offs. As it was, I couldn't think of a single fucking thing we could use.
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I'd had one of those days at work that makes you wish you could run off and join the Army or something drastic like that! The client I was working with didn't end until well after dark and I was tired. On my way home I stopped in at my favorite club for a beer or two, so I was not really feeling any pain when I pulled up to the house. I parked my car and entered my 2-story home. My hot shower. I went upstairs, undressed and stepped into that nice hot shower. The flow of the hot water over my...
IncestWhen I turned 18, I was moving out to California for college. As my stay wasn’t figured yet, my mom invited my dad to our home and proposed the idea of me living with him and his wife for a few months. My dad and his wife were very happy to hear that and came all the way to Toronto to pick me up. I was never close to my dad, but I always remembered my first experience of sex with my stepmother. I was 14 and my dad left me alone in the house to go out and run some errands. I was very excited and...
Incest“What is it you have that is important enough to bother me, Typheryian?” “I dare not bother you with something insignificant.” “Good. I would hate to have an excuse to rid myself or another council member,” she says coldly. Typheryian catches the subtle hint. The Sura are not liked by the others of the Goji, and the feelings are reciprocated. Typheryian and his kind oppose being ruled by an ancient. It often surprises him that any of the Sura are on the council and that is probably because...
IntroductionThis hot tub feels amazing. The warm water, bubbling, gurgling all around my naked body. I close my eyes, lean my head back, hearing the sounds of my three beautiful daughters loving on a black man. They are sitting across from me, Angela, Alice, Jules, along with TJ.I hope my eyes, watching them run their hands over his huge black muscles, kiss at his face, shoulders, chest, and take turns sucking and stroking the monster cock poking out of the bubbling water. I moan, thinking...
Brady stood with Francine on the dance floor. They hadn't sat down since going for their first dance. When they danced slow, they draped themselves over each other. When they danced fast, she wished she hadn't worn the bra. Her feet hurt. She usually wore brogans with her habit, and tennis shoes with what she thought of as her civilian clothing, and wasn't used to being up on her heels. "I need to sit down," she said. "I need to lie down," he responded. "With you," he...
I pulled my list from my pocket. “While I was with your parents [nodding to Rachel], I tried to put together a list. But it wasn’t very long. In fact, there are only a few relevant items: return to work find a place to live (do P&R want the house?) make friend[s?]? retire in eighteen months do something else (entomology; school; write;?) And what I want to talk about is three or four of those. First, do you two want the house in Pennant Hills?” “I don’t think so,” said...
The room was crowded. She had come to the party alone and only knew a few people. Everyone was friendly though and she got herself a drink and had nice conversations with several people. She was feeling kind of sexy that evening and had worn her new dress. It was a rather short, maybe a bit too short and it was very clingy, so it showed off her body shape very well, especially her rather shapely butt. She admired herself in the mirror at home before she left. That dress did make her ass look...
Hello to readers, how is the day going? I hope some of u can remember me as this is my second experience story. If not I will introduce myself again this is Kranthi 21year,5.8 feet, looks average and finally has a bro of 8 inch. I’m studying engineering(at present 3rd year) during the past 2 years I used to watch the best girls boobs and butt daily for the evening masturbation (by thinking about their parts).I used to do more imagining my classmate Swathi she is really Osam girl what a cuts and...
It was easily one of the best summers of his teenage years. Now along with being allowed to indulge himself in his secret desire, he had sex with the stunning Lacy on a regular basis. She had become a friend, lover, employer and tutor. When school resumed in the fall he was forced to limit his visits as there was homework and studies that needed his attention. However when his parents went on weekend trips he spent the entire time at Lacy's dressed in the lingerie she provided. Halloween was...
CrossdressingMmmmm, My Sexy Lateshay...I've been Gazing at Your Sexy Gorgeous Tits, Pussy amd body Again and as Always Layteshay, YOU are making me Drool as I envision Sucking your Sensitive Clit between my Soft my warms Lips, Flicking my Tongue on and All around then plumging it just as Deep Inside your Squishy Warm Wet Cunt as I can possible Reach... Thrusting in and out of you Tongue Fucking Your Pussy like a miniature Cock as I Grope and Squeeze both your Big Soft Tits!I wanna continue Tongue Fucking...
Secrets Behind the Bedroom Part 1Written by TrueRoyaltyI've never felt this horny. Sitting on the bed alone. I was moving my hands up and down my thighs feeling my smooth skin. I moved to my inner thighs when I felt a tingling sensation. Tyler had walked into me at the store. My boobs were pressed against his chest and I couldn't help but imagine those were his hands. He plays college football and has strong hands. I wanted to take off my panties and feel my pussy when the telephone rang. I...
Hi iss readers thank u for ur good response on my previous story titled my innocent maid…now coming to the story. I am rahulrai from bangalore ..my maid rani stats 32d-30-34…my mom renu stats 34d-32-36…my mom has got big boobs and lovely ass anyone would die for … Now as from previous story me and my maid rani were having lots of sex day and night..i would always cum either in her ass or her pussy.her pussy was always wet for me..one fine day she told me she has a surprise for me tomorrow..rani...
Woodard asked, “One other thing, Cirque, what’s the real reason you brought back a street sweeper?” “Well, as I told Ensign Burr, it was a spur of the moment decision. But since he asked me the question, I have been thinking about my answer. Ever since I joined the military, and I’m sure it’s been the same with you guys, my superiors have been on me about cleanliness. Clean clothes, clean body, clean-shaven, clean weapons, clean equipment, clean working area, clean barracks, and clean...
I was afraid to go into the house but knew I had to. I half expected to be attacked as soon as I got in the door, sure that Mom knew it had to have been me when Dad made his excuse for not getting home in the afternoon. However, everything was fine. Mom treated me the way she always did but she was more attentive than usual with Dad. I thanked my lucky stars that Dad didn’t apologize about forgetting to come home and Mom didn’t mention his supposed visit. All I could do was hope they didn’t...
They pulled into a yard that was already filled with vehicles, so they pulled to the side of the house, right behind Doris's car. Pete had momentarily forgot that Mike was bringing Misti and the babies here this morning. They, along with her Mom and Dad would be here for, and at the behest of, Doris for at least a week. She had let it be known that she wanted them here. PERIOD!!!They went into the house to a scene of total chaos, or so it seemed. At first glance it looked like bedlam, but, at a...
Doosre din main kareeb 2.30 baje ritu didi ke ghar pahuncha.pahunch kar maine call bell bajaaee. Ritu didi ki aawaaz sunaaee di”kaun hai”. Main ne kaha vijay. Unhon ne aakar darwaza khola. Aaj to voh bahut hi sundar aur sexy lag rahin thin. Aaj unhein dekh ke lagta tha ki unhon ne khas make up kiya hai. Unke baal khule hue the aur rubber band se peechhe ki or baandh liye the.aankhon mein kaajal cheek bones par rouge aur honthon mein gulabi lipstick lagaye huein thin. Dress mein voh mini skirt...
I had arrived at my office early and since nobody was around, I decided to take advantage of the situation as I was certain I would not be disturbed. The only people in at this time were security, and they never came into my office, so I could totally relax.I walked past security, feeling so good in what I was wearing. Dressed in a black skirt suit, black stockings and heels, I walked past the security guard and could sense he was watching me walk towards the lift. I turned and caught his...
MasturbationSue Storm-Richards was feeling unappreciated, and this was nothing new. She was prepared to accept the challenges of her life as the Invisible Woman, member of the Fantastic Four, CEO of a major corporation, mother, and wife. But at least as a wife, she thought she had the right to expect some special attention from her loving husband from time to time. Unfortunately, her husband was Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic. Leader of the Fantastic Four and one of the most intelligent men on the planet,...
FetishI was on a business trip and decided to go down to the bar after a long day. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer and watched ESPN on one of the TVs on the wall. I noticed a cute brunette looking at me. She had shoulder length hair and she was wearing a blue dress. The dress had a lot of cleavage. Her tits were Ds for sure. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She got up. Oh fuck. I tried to act cool. She sat down and said hello and smiled. I said hi and smiled back. She was probably in her mid-30s....
Everyone’s had daydreams (or night dreams) about being with a couple, especially if you’re single and bi. Well, I’m no exception. When I lived in Denver there was a lot of sexual activity in that area and it was pretty easy to come by (no pun intended). There was a swingers’ newspaper there called the “Rocky Mountain Oyster,” which of course referred to pussy. I didn’t care that much for raw oysters, but I sure did like raw pussy and I often answered...
A short story of one officer’s last battle and the aftermath. “The galaxy is a very unfriendly place.” I was remembering what my number one drill instructor, sergeant Crabs had said on my first day of basic training. You know what? He knew just what he was talking about. I have learned that the hard way over the last 10 years. You see I am Major Mike Miller, Sardonic space defense forces. And this is the story of my death. Well for all that is practical it was my death and then again in a way...
Note : This story is completely fictional! After the my son Josh and I got it together (see my previous story) we got it on almost every Saturday as long as my husband and daughter weren’t at home. He became better and better but I still couldn’t get enough of the hard, young cock that my son had been blessed with. The one day something happened which took things to a new level. It was the school summer break. I was at work and the kids were both at home. Near lunch time I realised that I’d...
IncestSupper was ready and I yelled at the girls that it was time to eat. Both had on cute little sundresses that buttoned up the front. They only had two buttons done up, so that their firm breast were visible when they turned just right or bent over and their tight little snatches were exposed as they walked. Lesly walked up to me, smiled and said I think that I just one upped mom. I asked her what she meant. She said at least I think so. You have never shared her with another man like you did me...
When my wife and I went to lived in Espirito Santo (Brazil), we brought my step daughter Lillian and she grows there until eighteenth, before wecould come back to States. By the time she was twelve she could speak three languages: English; Portuguese and Spanish. My wife and Iwould have to travel often for work, so we would take Lillian with us in order to be our interpreter, without foreign acents. During one trip my relationship with Lillian changed forever. We were in the Rio de Janeiro on...
I was in a work accident that left me with burns on both hands and some other parts of the body. I was in the hospital for an extended time, about 2 months. The first 3 weeks or so I was in really bad pain and they had me on really strong meds, so I really do not remember too much but once they had me on lighter doses I became more alert and more with it. I had some really good people taking care of me but one nurse was just spectacular. Her name was Andrea, or Andi for short. She was a tall...
You pull the sheets down to my waist and then start to rub my shoulders. I'd forgotten just how good you are at this, I close my eyes and relax. When my shoulders are loose you start slowly working your way down my back. You kneed and rub your way down making me moan in pleasure. You work on my lower back for quite a while noticing how stiff my muscles are. You slide the sheets a little lower exposing my naked buttocks. I gasp for a second and you ask if you should stop. I say no and...
Lock down This is based loosely on a good friend of mine's ex wife although I have given it a happy ending I'm not so sure it was. I have changed all the names for obvious reasons. The lock down has changed everything for me and not just for the better. Hi I’m Meg Rawling born and bred in Hampshire England, as opposed to New Hampshire USA. I’m coming up to 60 years old in a couple of months, still feeling and looking good. Dark brown hair and a dark complexion, my boob size various 34c to 36b...
JULY Rebecca counted repetitions, "Five ... six, come on ... seven..." I groaned and took the next step, feeling burn throughout my body. "Don't cheat, John! Lower." "Urgh!!!" I grunted and kept going. "Eighteen ... nineteen ... twenty! Break." I opened my hands, dropping the weights onto the floor and knelt, my back hunching forward as I wheezed. "I'm ... I'm going to kill you..." "John, you're not going to kill me," Rebecca said knowingly. "I'm..." I panted....
As I pulled into the car park outside the hotel, switching the engine off and stopping for a second to catch my breath, my heart beat with excitement.After a few deep breaths, I looked around, making sure I didn't recognize anyone before stepping outside to make my way to the trunk. My hands were trembling as I reached inside for my suitcase, pulling out my bag and trying to hide the guilty look painted all over my face.I composed myself, then walked inside and approached the front desk where a...
ToysA beeping brought me aware. It was muted at first, and I thought I could hear human voices, but there was also this irritating background ringing, like someone ringing a high-pitched bell that wouldn't go away. I finally opened my eyes. One seemed to be partially covered. I could tell I was in a hospital bed. I was hooked up to monitors and an IV. There were unfamiliar very large men in black suits just outside the door. I drifted off to sleep again. When I awoke next time, I became...
Synopsis: A young girl is k**napped and is forced to wed a wealthy arabian mining heir. The bell rang, and the students filed out into the corridors, blissfully unaware that their beloved school was being watched. You see, one student was quite different; she was the daughter of an Arabian oil tycoon. She strolled down the corridors, with her two best friends blabbing away about the day’s events, as she felt a shiver run down her neck. Aurora was to stranger to these feelings. Ever since...
Hello dosto mera naam hai Nikita Ghosh. Aur main wapas aa gayi hu apni agli kahani ke sath. Jo log mujhe nahi jaante, woh ye jaan le ki main apki hot bhabhi hu jiske baare mein soch kar ap dil khol ke apna lund hila sakte hai. Main 34 saal ki hu aur koi kamsin kali nahi hu. Balki har mard ka lund jisko dekhke pant se bahar aane lagta hai woh aurat hu. Mere gore-gore bade stann aur meri matakti gaand ke sabhi deewane hai. Mere pati ‘Ghosh Babu’ meri chut ki garmi nahi nikaalte to mujhe doosre...
Andy by Transbonder, translated by Leah from the German FOURTEEN "Mom, why did you dress me like a baby?" I asked at breakfast while still in my nightie. "Actually it was more your girlfriends who did that." "You know what I mean. You got out those things." "Yes. I wasn't sure whether I should do it. Then I thought, it's just an innocent game, and it has nothing to do with why my brother wore these things." "Nevertheless, I felt pretty...
Tamara moved onto her belly, propping her upper body up with her elbows so that her nipples grazed the ground. The horse's long yellow tail was flat on the floor of the forest, at that moment between Tamara's tits. She could feel the soft fur of Golden Flash's tail rubbing against her cleavage, making her feel womanly. She had the palms of her hands flat on the horse's loins, rubbing his lower belly on either side of his cock shaft. Every time she looked at the horse's humongous dong...
The buckboard wagon was traveling along the dusty road at nice pace. The two women in it were totally and utterly opposites... Carol a schoolmarm who left her teaching job to come to the gold fields with her husband. Bonny was a saloon girl who went by the name Busty Bonny, and boy did her nickname sure fit, her breasts were the biggest Carol had ever seen, even through her blouse Carol could tell there were huge. The road was hot and dusty. Carol started to to wish she had worn her dress and...
She just pushed me against the wall and came at me like a tiger. I loved that she was taking charge. For once, I also wanted to go rough on things. “Enough of being a nice sweet guy in the bed. Let’s rough it up”, that is how I thought. She was kissing me all over my face and biting my neck. Her hands went down to my short and were rubbing my hard cock and my hands were also.. Wait! Let me start from the very beginning. We met at a workshop. I was one of the people on the panel and she was one...
"Don't AUNT HAZEL! You little panty sniffing sissy slut. How did my soiled panties smell? And did you stick your tongue out and taste them too? I didn't see any cum stains or tissues. I am assuming you eat cum!"I was flabbergasted by her appearance and by the harsh words she spoke as she shook a leather strap in my face. The strap was about two feet long with a hard, round handle. Her eyes were on fire; shiny wet eyeballs, blackened large eye lashes, black/red striped mascara applied heavily,...
Tall lean fucking machine Kyler Quinn is a PervCity newbie, but this horny brunette is hardly new to getting big dick up her asshole. Michael Stefano loves how sexy she is, and before fucking her in the bedroom, he worhips her tight big ass, shaved pussy, and small tits with his tongue. All the oral sex makes her wet and horny. She slurps his big dick into her deep throat and blows spit bubbles against his knob. He can’t get enough of the blowjob, but wants something more, so he fucks her...
xmoviesforyouSomeone once said that when it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. Isn’t that the best feeling in the world…to know that someone will always be there? The bond is impenetrable. It’s one soul that inhabits two bodies. It’s like a marriage when you think about it. Through thick and thin, through better and worse, in sickness and health….well, you get the point. We met in the third grade when my dad, a successful...
Billy's career as a bordello bouncer got off to a good start. The joint was trying to move up in class, so the madam insisted that Billy dress in finer clothes. She didn't insist on formal attire, but she did want him to wear a business suit of a fine cut. Unfortunately, nowhere in Mobile was there a suit that would fit her demands and fit Billy's dimensions at the same time. Thus, she was forced to have a suit tailored to fit Billy. This was rather expensive, but Billy cut a fine figure...
Hi friends. I’m back with new post. I hope old readers recognized me. For new readers I’m 22 year old from Hyderabad with 6 inc cock. If any local aunties or girls interested in sex or sex chat they can mail me on So friends will maintain full good relationship and secrecy you can believe me. Without boring u more for what we are here. In holidays I went with my friend to his relatives because he gets bore to go there and it’s a long journey. So after 10-12 hours journey we reach there. I was...
Introduction: The Early Years ( Chapter 2 ) Girlfriends 1 It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter Im 32 years old. What I havent mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. No...
I come in to your house, you have left the door open for me. I walk upstairs and hear the shower running. I walk to the open door of the bathroom and see your shape, unfocused by the rising steam of the hot shower, as you wash the length of your arms, you bend to run your hands over your calves and thighs.. I feel the rising of passion in my heart and the swelling of my cock in my pants, you are so beautiful to watch. I step in to the room and greet you, you smile and turn your full nakedness...
"Mr. President? Mr. President??" The voice was near but not near, and I felt my head loll back against the airplane seat. "Mr. President?" It was Steve. His look said it all. "Just say it," I tried to steel myself for bad news. "The Secret Service just found the first family, but not the President. Diane, Shirley, and Casey died in the blasts. Their bodies are on the way to Bethesda Naval Hospital for autopsy. "I am sorry, Sir. We are all aware of how close you were to the first...
Time With Tasha Tasha sounded very happy when Diana, Sasha and I walked into the clubhouse. “Good morning. We were going to send out a search and rescue team for you,” Diana was the first to reply. “No need Tasha. When I walked in, they were still going at it and they asked me to join them.” “Damn! Di, I missed all the fun,” Tasha whined. “It’s not THAT much fun,” Sasha said blushing. “Right, Sasha!” Tasha teased. “And one size fits all and I’ll respect you in the morning!” “Well it...
The winter in the mountains had been harsh that year. Greta still clung to the belief that everything would work out if they just remained patient and let the winds of fate decide their future. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the...