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It was a Thursday night. I had just flown in from Boston. I was tired after three separate delays at the airport caused the flight to take three times the normal flight time. I wanted nothing more than a scotch on the rocks and some overdue playtime with Christine, my wife of exactly three years that day. We had celebrated our anniversary before I'd left the week before, but I was more than willing to celebrate again as long as it didn't require getting dressed and going out on the town.
Imagine my surprise when Christine greeted me at the door with the news that her sister had flown in earlier that day, and would be staying with us through the weekend.
"Eve is here?" I said, trying hard for a neutral tone.
"No," my loving spouse said with a bemused expression that had her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's Amy. You haven't met her. She was in Spain when we got married, remember?"
In fact I didn't recall, but nodded as if I did. "Amy, huh? Any other siblings I don't know about?" Christine laughed that delightful laugh that always brought me around to whatever she wanted of me at the time. I truly loved her and I'm certain she felt the same about me.
"You'll love her, she's a real character, kooky-like, you'll see," and with that she whirled from me and ran up the stairs, yelling, "He's home! He's home!" Sounding much more like Paul Revere than the woman I'd married three short years ago.
Moments later, Amy appeared at the top of the stairs and stood there as if awaiting my inspection and approval. She was in her mid-twenties, a year older than Christine. She had a pleasant, almost but not quite innocent face, and looked spectacular. Her light brown hair was coiffed and glowed. Her eyes were made up abundantly, as was her mouth. The short skirt hugged her tightly as if painted on her frame. Her tits were bigger than Christine's and when she bent forward to shake my hand as I climbed the stairs to greet her; they almost fell out of her blouse. There wasn't much to restrain them.
"Hello, Lucas," she said in a husky voice. "It's time we met, don't you think?"
"Hello, Amy. Yes, it is."
"Sorry about the wedding," she said through semi-pouted lips. I knew she didn't mean it.
"That was years ago," I said softly, not wanting to put any inflection or meaning into my words.
"Three years, Lucas."
"So where have you been hiding?"
"I was traveling around the world," she replied as if it was something one did all the time.
We went down the stairs together, my eyes glued to her breasts bouncing liquidly with each step she took. We reached the bottom and I could swear she winked at me. A promise of something lewd in her eyes.
She laughed as Christine appeared and stood by her side inviting me to compare them together. I took them both in. It was obvious they were sisters. They shared a resemblance in their comparative beauty to Eva Green as she appeared in that classic film The Dreamers.
Christine was slightly taller, but Amy had fuller breasts. I managed to recall that Christine wore her hair s in a pony-tail most of the time, but this evening it was different, combed straight back above her forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. Their similarity continued in that each possessed high, prominent cheekbones that slanted their eyes just the tiniest bit. But they differed in that Christine's mouth loomed out at me and her full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth; whereas Amy's was wider with flashing teeth, and when she laughed several filling were visible at the back of her mouth.
We made our way out onto the veranda where Christine had a pitcher of Margaritas' waiting. I poured us each a drink and we sat there quietly waiting to see who would kick off the conversation.
I decided it would be me, so I said, "Sisters, eh, and only a year separating the two of you. There must have been some fights back then."
"Oh, no!" Christine exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, there were some beauts," Amy said, contradicting her sister.
I took a gulp of my Margarita and waited.
Christine sighed and ruefully admitted they had their share of catfights.
"Without sister fights, life was dull," Amy admitted with a small smile. "I liked them because I was bigger and stronger; and I recall getting in a few good bites that left black and blue marks on her arms and legs."
"And that got me sympathy from Mom," Christine said with a big grin.
"And got me a spanking," Amy said with an even bigger grin.
"What about Eve? Where did she fit in?"
"You know, it's funny," Amy said, "I'm four years older than Eve, and Christine is three years older, but we always treated her like the baby."
"She was the baby!" Christine said.
Amy smiled and said, "Yeah, but we never seemed to compete with her."
I kept sneaking looks at Amy while pretending to glance back and forth at each of them. I knew they could tell what I was doing, but I didn't really care.
Amy wore sandals and her toes had a pale pink nail polish on them. She also wore small silver earrings, in the shape of little rabbits. She smiled easily; and she was a definite flirt, as least as far as I was concerned. Christine knew, but let it go. She also spoke quickly, and used 'Yeah, ' instead of 'Yes'
How far would she let her sister go, I wondered. I started to fantasize that after a few more drinks Christine says she's tired and retires after telling me to stay up with her sister.
A hour and a couple of drinks later, we're both kind of high; Amy excuses herself to go potty, and when she returns we decide to call it a night. I get a warm, appreciative kiss, feel those tits pressed against me then she's gone off to bed.
I put the glasses in the sink, and do a little bit of cleanup then head to our bedroom, Christine is snoring lightly. I pass her and enter the master bath wanting to take a quick shower before retiring.
I'm just walking into the shower when Amy storms in demanding to know what I've done with her personal stuff.
"What personal stuff?"
"My panties!"
"I don't know what you're talking about and lower your voice, Christine's sleeping."
"My panties are missing!"
"You think I've got them? You need to rinse them or something?"
"I can't sleep without this particular pair."
"I don't have them."
"You're a liar!"
Rather than wake Christine, with further arguing Amy left the bedroom only to confront me again when I ventured out into the kitchen after wrapping a towel around my mid-section.
"I know you took them. You want a pair of panties to sniff or whatever you do with them, I'll give you the pair I just took off."
"I don't smell people's underwear!"
"You saying they walked off on their own?"
"I don't know how long were you wearing them?"
"Fuck you!"
"No, fuck you! You're a guest in my house and you're nothing but trouble."
"I wouldn't be trouble if you hadn't stolen my panties!"
Amy whirled away from me and stormed to the bar and poured herself a shot of Tequila and threw it right down. She coughed and dropped the glass, and promptly bent to pick it up. Her breasts almost leaped out of the peasant blouse she was wearing.
"It may be inappropriate for me to say it, but you have lovely tits. Thank you for showing them. If I had your panties I'd gladly give them back for an even better view."
With an alacrity that startled me, Amy pulled the peasant blouse over her head and tossed it on the bar.
"Have a good long look, than gimme back my panties." Both nipples were fully aroused. They were slightly larger than Christine's; and probably longer, but I wasn't certain.
She licked her lips. I knew it wasn't the Tequila she tasted.
"Wait!" I said.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong ... this just isn't right. Christine's sleeping right down the hall."
Amy giggled. "We won't wake her. She can sleep through an explosion."
"You don't know her," I said.
"She's my sister for Christ's sake. I know I've had several of them in her room. I fucked a guy in her bed, and she didn't even stir."
"She might have pretended to be asleep."
"Of course I do. Sisters know those things."
"You do, huh?"
"Yeah, I do."
I had had enough of her bullshit and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her toward the doorway. "Hey, what are you doing?" She protested weakly.
"Testing a theory."
"Huh!"
"C'mon, we'll see if you can have an explosion without waking her up."
"You're kidding me!"
"No, I want you. I want you very much. It's going to happen, Amy."
"No it isn't."
"I knew it when you let me see those tits."
"Lots of guys have seen 'em, but that's all."
I opened the door to our bedroom. Christine was sprawled across the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.
"Is she hot or what?" I said, more to myself than to Amy. But Amy replied as if I'd spoken to her. "Yeah, she could hop out of a sauna and look good enough to eat."
I noticed her hand had a tight grip on my towel while she started at her sister, whose ass was now jutting provocatively in the air although for the moment still covered by the sheet. It was an invitation I recognized. In fact, I had accepted a similar invitation just before leaving on my business trip a week earlier. It had been the wildest and longest ass fucking I'd ever participated in.
Amy nosily drew in a breath, prompting me to tell her to be quiet.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, and followed with, "she won't wake up, I'm telling you."
She moved closer to me and devilishly nipped at my ear lobe.
I began to consider the possibility of doing them at the same time. I could wake Christine up and see if she wanted to have a go at a three-some.
But found myself muttering to Amy, "We don't want her waking up."
"Pull the sheet off her," Amy whispered in my ear.
I wondered why she was whispering now, after making so much noise earlier. But I didn't answer. I too was caught up in Christine's unsullied beauty as she lay sleeping.
Then I remembered why we were in the bedroom. "Lose the skirt, or whatever the fuck you call it, Amy."
She shucked the skirt and stood there pantiless. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and she had a star tattooed on the innermost part of her right thigh. Then seemingly needing something to do, she ran her fingers over my chest.
"So what are you going to do if Christine wakes up?"
"Yell rape, I guess. She knows you, and will probably believe me."
Amy laughed lewdly at my remark and pointed a red fingernail at me as if in reproach. "I like that; you're a naughty, naughty man. I bet you give great head."
"As a matter of fact..." I said but stopped in mid-sentence for Amy had bent her knees ever so slightly pressed her fingertips into the puffy cheeks of her pussy and pulled them apart. I licked my lips in anticipation.
She smiled lewdly as she slowly pried the inner lips away from each other, and then used her thumb to nudge the hood back leaving her clitoris exposed. After waiting several seconds to ensure I had seen it all, Amy inserted her index finger into the pink wetness then offered it to me. I sampled it and grunted in satisfaction.
While I was sampling her nectar, she ran a hand under the towel I was wearing and said, "Relax." I parted my legs to give her hand the freedom it needed. The towel floated to the floor as her hand began a slow journey up my inner thigh to the point midway between my balls and my asshole.
"Mmmm," she said, and on cue I replied, "Mmmm."
Amy let her fingers glide over and around my balls. The effect on me was apparent. She rested her forehead on my hip. "Mmmm, balls he's got, big balls for sure," she said, and carefully gave them each a squeeze.
I managed to remain steady although I felt anything but as Amy eased her thumb along my inflamed crotch until she came to the start of my ass. After a brief pause she began to press upward, massaging the area in a gentle circle. The effect was invigorating.
"Does Christine do this for you?"
"No comment."
"C'mon, does she?" There was a hint of jealousy in her voice, they were sisters after all and I was familiar with the concept of sibling rivalry.
"Lucas, are we gonna do it?" Amy whispered.
"Yeah, we're gonna do it."
"Where?"
"Right here! Get down on your hands and knees."
"Lucas, she'll hear!"
"What about her sleeping through an explosion?"
"I was kidding!"
"Hands and knees – now!"
"Lucas, we can't!" But she was already on her knees.
There was one last squawk of protest from her, "Lucas!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"I can't! I really can't!" Her eyes told me she was torn between hopelessness and hope. A woman's most vulnerable state.
"What the fuck's your problem?"
"I don't ... I don't want Christine to know. I want you ... I really do. I mean, my fucking nipples ache for it."
When she paused, I prodded her. "What else?"
"There's ... this spot between my puss and my asshole..."
"What about it?"
"When it starts to itch I go crazy, and..."
"And what?"
"I get so hot there ... I get all buttery there..." she was panting with the exertion it took to get the words out. I had never seen a woman like this before. I could smell the light urine scent of her pussy and the heat of her body through the perfume she wore and realized she had placed the scent between her legs for me.
"Hands and knees ... now!" I growled although I made sure my voice wouldn't carry to where Christine lay quietly.
Amy was on all fours without another word. I studied her bottom for a full minute. Somehow I knew she would permit me this pleasure. Perhaps in her mind it was important that I find her ass to be a magnificent sculpture, worthy of worshipping in the most lascivious ways. Then again, it might have been the fear of detection that kept her quiet.
I contemplated the pale, rounded hillocks of her ass then kissed each cheek in turn. And as she murmured her approval, I quickly spread her apart with my thumbs and sent my tongue into her perfumed star-shaped orifice.
"I knew you would, I just knew you would," she moaned obscenely as I sucked so hard her inner walls surged outward.
Just then, Christine moaned and turned over, exposing her almost nude body as the sheet fell off to one side.
The two of us were hunched over in the doorway to the room. I heard the gasp from Amy before I saw what it was that caused it.
My wife was wearing a pair of lime green panties and nothing else; they were Amy's lime green panties.
"The fuck?" Amy muttered to herself.
"Told you," I said.
"What?"
"I told you I didn't have them."
"Oh ... yeah, you did."
Amy appeared lost in thought while I added a second finger to her asshole. Still nuzzling her rectum, I managed to get a third finger in there and her sounds told me all I needed to know about moving ahead. I used my other hand to palm her pussy and thumbed her clit until she was moaning uncontrollably. It was frightening how similar she was to Christine in that department.
Her first climax arrived while I gnawed happily at her ass and frigged her with three fingers. It was with some reluctance that I left her asshole and went looking for her clit. My face grew soggy with her juices as she spent a second and perhaps third time, while remaining amazingly quiet.
I unleashed my dick, and fed it into her from behind with her watching me.
"Oh, you're bigger..."
"Than what, a breadbox?"
She giggled and humped back at me. "That feels so good!" she whispered over her shoulder. I grunted in reply, and on the following stroke, found myself fully immersed in her sodden cunt. I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and made her groan.
"Fuck me hard!"
"Shut up!"
"Fuck me harder!'
I did, and she demanded more.
Just to spite her I switched to long, deep thrusts that accentuated the length of my dick as it penetrated her. She seemed to like this, because she turned her head to ask, "You fuck Christine this way?"
"I fuck her every which way."
"No wonder she loves you, Lucas."
"And now I'm going to fuck your heinie."
She barked a soft, mischievous laugh. "My fucking heinie?"
"You prefer anus, or rectum, or asshole over heinie?"
"I don't care — it's just — unusual to hear that word used in that context."
"Are you an English teacher?"
"No."
"Then shut the fuck up!"
Angling myself for insertion, I heard her whimper, but I wasn't concerned. I had spent time lubing her anus up and after having had several orgasms, Amy was ready for some backdoor nastiness, she readily accepted my erection and we were off on a meandering ass-fuck.
"Yes," she groaned, as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Yes," she sighed as her body shuddered and gave way again and again.
The sighs turned to moans and then short barks as Amy was overtaken by cascading spasms. Pushing and then pulling my cock in her ass, I watched her melt while impaled on my thick cock. For pure amusement I reached around her, found a nipple and pinched it hard.
She screamed.
The house was suddenly eerily quiet. We both knew Christine had to have been awakened by that screech. I looked up and saw Christine with both hands between her legs; her juices gleamed enticingly in the dim lighting.
I abandoned Amy and fell upon Christine; roughly shoving her hands away from her sex and hoovered at her with both mouth and tongue while her hips rose and fell from one precipice to the next.
I felt Amy's fists pounding on my head and back, but paid scant attention to her. Only when she started raking at my spine with those long, red fingernails did I swat at her and sent her flying off the bed onto the hard wooden flooring with a loud thud. Fearfully, Christine pushed me away from her and we both went to see after Amy, who lay on the floor, legs akimbo, but apparently unhurt. Her main concern was for her sister, and vice versa.
A minute passed, and then Amy said, "You ... you took my panties!"
Christine looked down and sheepishly grinned. "So I did. How about that."
I knew then I wasn't in trouble and that the two of them had probably set something like what had happened up deliberately.
"Let's hear the truth, ladies. The honest truth, with no flourishes or ambiguities."
"Is he a lawyer, Christine?" Amy asked coquettishly.
"No, but he is fairly intelligent."
"I've noticed that," Amy said and gave me a smirk.
"I have a confession," Christine said with a smirk reminiscent of her sister's earlier.
"Go on," I said, sitting back on my haunches.
"I wanted to have a really memorable anniversary. Me and Amy talked on the phone and well ... she told me how horny she was ... so I got to thinking and the next thing I know we set this little evening up."
"It wasn't exactly like that," Amy said, jumping in. "She told me how hot you were ... in great detail and there I was masturbating over the phone."
The image of Amy doing so filled my mind, and then I wondered why they were bothering to tell me all this usually hush-hush stuff.
"So the thing with the panties was part of it?"
"No!" Amy said.
"Yes," Christine said.
"Christine, explain, please."
"Well, honey, I knew about Amy's panty fetish."
"Panty fetish?"
"Yeah ... she has to sleep in her favorite panties. They're always green ones. So I took them out of her suitcase and hid them until I went to bed. Then of course, I put them on. Do you like them?"
"I love 'em, but they're not yours."
"Will you buy me some?"
"I'll buy you both a dozen after tonight," I said, brightening both women's faces.
"But first I have to take a quick shower."
"Why?" both of them whined.
"I had my dick up Amy's heinie and need to clean it off before using it again. Sanitary reasons, I know you'll understand."
"Hurry dear," Christine said, and I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower and cleaned my dick as thoroughly as possible with two other people crammed into the shower with me.
Once we were all satisfied that I had done a commendable job of cleansing my manhood, Christine was inhaling it while Amy worked a finger into my ass.
I had some difficulty standing while they worked me over. I moaned with pure pleasure and Christine hummed with satisfaction. I yelped when Amy's tongue slithered into my puckered anus, and repeated the yelp when Christine's mouth absorbed both my balls.
I was more than ready to blow tubes.
But Christine had the devil in her and stretched out the moment, abandoning balls and dick, she looked up at me and grinned. Amy kept her tongue working and had started fondling my balls. I was nearly in heaven; certainly nowhere near hell when my wife tugged her sister away from my ass to join her in blowing me.
"Suck, suck," and they passed the baton. It didn't matter who did the sucking. I mean, each had a slightly different technique, but when the pleasure is that intense does it matter whose mouth is doing the sucking at a given moment?
"Suck, suck," my cock slithered out of one mouth and in the other. Accommodating lips, lascivious tongues ... pure pleasure.
The deep-throating segment was interesting too, in that neither one of them had a problem with inhaling my full length, some seven and a half inches, if it matters.
I was moaning non-stop when Christine left Amy to finish the blowjob and slid between my legs and attacked my asshole by laving her tongue in a wide swath around the space between my balls and anus commonly referred to as the taint.
I had been resting my hands on Amy's head for balance as she sucked away at my dick, which had now nearly vanished, but at Christine's lunge I clutched at her now tangled light brown hair to pull her head even closer. I saw her cheeks hollow with applied suction as she grimaced in pain.
Moments later I roared, "Gonna cum! Where do you want it?"
Instantly, like two hungry Japanese Koi, Christine and Amy had their mouths gaping in front of my throbbing prick. A second later the first line shot out, hitting Amy in the left eye. The next two filmy white ropes caught Christine's mouth and tongue and I managed to direct the last two directly into Amy's still hopeful mouth, evidently satisfying the both of them for the moment.
"God damn it, I can't see a thing!" Amy swore while rubbing at her semen filled eye.
Christine started to laugh then thought better of it and murmured consoling words to her sister.
We were back in the bedroom when Christine asked if I would go down on Amy.
I was agreeable and helped the half-blind lovely to the bed, spread her legs apart and went to town.
I stroked the back of Amy's knee and felt an involuntary quiver. She was still rubbing the eye when I glanced up at her. Her hair was tousled from the shower and beads of water trickled across her taut body to wet the sheet she lay on. When adding the crust of drying semen on her lips and chin I had to admit the cumulative effect was exceptionally sensual.
After five minutes of non-stop munching I came up for air with Amy's pussy juices dripping down my chin. Christine had settled down on her haunches and was happily fingering herself while watching me work on her sister in the mirror next to our bed.
I slipped my hands under Amy's small ass and urged her to rise up a bit so I could breath. Then I poked my nose up into her pussy and went to work again with my tongue on her clit. I was vaguely aware that the two girls had also begun playing with each other's tits; all four nipples were being rolled between thumb and forefinger. Amy's hips picked up speed as she climbed toward her next climax -- I had already lost count of them -- and where she went I was close behind. Amy left off her sister's tits and put her mouth to work licking the base of my cock and chewing on my pubic hair. Her hard nipples brushed against my abdomen stimulating me further and her new position allowed me to breathe easier. I stroked her curved, muscular back and squeezed her firm ass as my hardon returned to form and I thought about which one I would fuck next.
But I still had Amy to think about, and so I gradually worked my thumb into her asshole which had closed up, but not all that much. With just the slightest exertion on my part, the thumb popped through her sphincter. A second later the entire thumb was embedded in her rectum and her shuddering gasps combined shock and pleasure. When my thumb twitched she whimpered and dug her fingers into my stomach. Her body shook and her clit trembled under my tongue. All three of us were gasping for breath as Christine brought herself off and half-collapsed on top of Amy, pinning me at the bottom of the heap.
We lay there for several minutes until I finally realized I'd be able to breathe more easily if I weren't buried under two still very horny women. I wormed my way out from under the heap of feminine flesh and took stock. I still had a major woody; both sisters were still ready for action.
"I know it's late, but I'm starving; how about you two?"
We agreed on Chinese and called in an order. It's amazing how at two in the morning the restaurant still managed to deliver our order. The only requirement being that we order more than fifty dollars worth of food. We were happy to do it.
It was after three by the time we finished our Chinese feast and returned to our bedroom proclivities.
Christine kicked it off by dabbing at my balls with her hot, pink tongue. "She's gonna suck you so dry you won't get it up for a month," Amy chuckled.
In my mind I knew she was serious, but my maleness prodded me into replying inanely, "We'll see about that, little Miss Green Pants," An allusion to Amy's preference for going to bed in a pair of lime green panties.
Fifteen minutes later, it was Amy with my cock in her mouth while her hands roamed over my ass and between my legs, probing at the base of my balls and the rim of my asshole. She was taking her time, in no hurry at all: Exquisite.
My wife, Christine was lying on her side, one leg nearly straight up in the air. The soft hair in her crotch formed a cushion almost back to her asshole. My face was buried in it, enjoying the pungent aroma of her previous orgasm. It was obvious that no guy's tongue had ever explored so deeply between her legs before, from the way she squirmed and the little sounds of startled pleasure she made. I nibbled at her clit, pushing its sheath back with my lips and sucking hard on the red protrusion the hood revealed. The muscles in her thighs fluttered.
We went round and round the circle like that for half an hour, all three of us rising to a fever pitch. Then out of the blue, Christine croaked, "Fuck her, Lucas! Fuck Amy!"
I nodded compliance and shook my sweat soaked head once or twice before moving up along Amy's sweat-streaked body and flicked my cock against the lips of her gaping cunt. She gasped and her lashes flickered. I eased her heels over my shoulders so her knees were up against her chest. Her athletic condition and small build gave her more flexibility than Christine could manage, and her pussy gaped wide. She hunched her hips upward, perhaps unconsciously, and I slid into her vibrating cunt. She moaned and the already snug tunnel squeezed my organ even tighter. I grasped her wrists and pinned them outstretched above her head. I felt her toes curl as her heels pressed down against my shoulders more firmly. My cock pushed against the end of her cunt at each stroke and she drew a sharp intake of breath each time, not of discomfort but because of the electricity passing between us. I glanced down to watch my cock disappearing into that dark jungle and noticed her clit winking in time with my strokes.
"Do it hard, honey," my wife whispered in my ear. "She loves it hard!"
I began to slam into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce, but not enough to actually cause her pain. She wanted hard, I was giving her hard. Besides, I was enjoying it myself. I pulled her wrists a little straighter and her fingers writhed and curled into fists.
"Hook your ankles together behind my neck," I rasped, and she did. If I had had the opportunity to script this scene, I would have wound a telephone cord or something around Amy's ankles and tied her wrists to a couple of chair legs. Now her eyes were closed and her head swung back and forth. She was even biting her lip. I leaned down and kissed the side of her throat, then moved up to the hollow space behind the hinge of her jaw. Then, as I thundered into my orgasm, I bit down slightly on her earlobe.
She jerked once, then again, and uttered a small cry. And then she was flooded by a paroxysm of a climax, her thighs jerking, her arm muscles spasming, as she came and came.
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THIS IS FICTIONAL STORY NOT REAL. WHY YOU KEEP DELETING IT?M A L C O L M I N H E R M I D D L E " Lois Comes Home Early " with Lois, Reese, Malcolm, and Dewey The favourite past time of the boys after they come home from school is watching television. Malcolm, Reese, and Dewey glue their eyes to the TV screen and their asses to the couch wasting the time away with Cartoon Network and Monster Trucks. As a responsible and good mother I wished they'd quietly read books or...
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Du fährst grad mit dem aus der Schule zurück nach hause. Im Bus ist auser dir noch der Bussfahrer und Tim. Tim wohnt im selben Ort wir du, und Besucht die Selbe Schule. Du hast nicht so viel mit ihm zu tun da er ein paar jahre jünger ist und zwei klassen unter dir ist. Er sieht ganz gut aus, recht klein, aber dafür schön muskolös. Ihr kommt an und steigt aus dem Bus aus. Da sagt Tim zu dir "Ey John, ich wette mit dir das mein Schwanz um einiges länger ist als deiner!" Diese Herausvorderung von...
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“Mark, can you come in here, and look at this computer?”Shit! “I’ll be a few minutes mom, erm just finishing my homework”. Her white silky panties were wrapped tightly around my cock, I was close to cumming and just needed another couple of minutes.“Ok, but hurry up please”Fuck, hopefully she hadn’t discovered the porn site ( avaae dot com ) I had saved on the laptop. I could feel a burst of adrenalin rushing through my body, adding to the building sexual excitement.My hand slipped up and down...
It seemed odd the way the natives seemingly vanished from the dig, but it didnt really worry Josef that much. After all, he was now able to scan through that single cavern where he had been warned not to enter by several of the natives. "Now what were they hiding." He thought to himself as he walked into the cavern, torch in hand, guiding his way deeper into the dark depths. After several hours looking, a tunnel, previously unseen caused a smile to creep accross the young historian's...
Mind ControlThis is our story. A straight no holes barred, no dancing around the moonlight account of the events over the past few years. Its the way my wife likes it. She told me, “tell it all, nice and straight. And start from the beginning.” And so..... When we first got married, the sex was great. Kris surprised me with her carnal knowledge. The way she would dance her tongue around in your mouth or the effortlessness with which she took to power strokes. But make no mistake I was the master, I could...
EroticSTORIES By LJ Everyone has a story. You just have to be willing to listen... When I first saw him, I thought he might be grieving. He stood before a grave, head bowed, features lost in the bulk of a shapeless topcoat. Only as I approached did he straighten, turning to face me when I walked directly up to the nearby grave I was still digging. There was no grief on that cold, impassive face that caused me to flinch as I took an involuntary step away from him. His dark eyes...
The Doll FactoryBY ADMIN ON MARCH 8, 2009 · 2 COMMENTSforced Mind ControlAuthor: Mr. PinkElizabeth woke not with a start but with a moan. Her head was aching as if a Sherman tank was parked inside her skullWhere am I? she thought to herself .As if she was answering her own question her memories of last night returned.It was the last night before she left for her backpacking trip to Canada, there was no food in the empty flat so she was going to drive to the nearest Macdonald’s for dinner. As...
I cant remember when they diedMy aunt always had been in charges of megrowing as a teen with her i got caught wanking my little cock at night too oftenthen my grades drop drastically and on my birthday wanted for all my friends to leave to give me my birthday gift in the shower wanking my small 4inch cock i saw her big nice titties bounce walking in the bathroom''you done wanking again ''''ahh what you doing.....''getting in the shower with me, myself trying to hide my cock with my hand ''you...
Return to normal was something of a question. Nothing was the same without James York. Oh, well, life does go on. I was looking for Sarah to ask her to go riding before the weather got too hot. If we went out early in the morning and got back by about 10:30 or 11:00 AM, the heat would not be too bad. I did want to see what the ranch was like, in case we had a major attack. I wasn't expecting one, but I do like to be prepared. If I couldn't find her, I would just go by myself. I was...
Chapter 05 – Robert I met my best buds, Roger and Billy, up at the bar to catch the baseball game. Strangely, I felt a bit detached from the rib poking and shit kicking that normally ensued whenever we got together and beers and shots were involved. I tried my best to keep up, but both of them knew I wasn’t up on my game. ‘Robert, dude,’ Roger said. ‘I can’t believe you missed it. That hot blonde at the corner of the bar with her friends. She’s got the hots for you and you haven’t even...
After the burglar had came inside of my gf, i quickly went towards the place he wanted me to stay, so he wouldn`t know i were peeking on them. After 10minutes he got out and went straight towards me, "ur lucky u didn`t hurt u or her, i took what i wanted" he said to me and got out of the house and ran away. I had a bit of fear when he passed by, he was so aggressive and big, but in the same time i felt excited that he is so dominant. I went to the bedroom and saw my gf all dressed up and...
iCarly/Victorious: Carousel Nights #4"What were you thinking?!" Carly screamed at her br*ther, her face Rushed with rage."I'm sorry, ok?!" he shouted back, doing his best to sober up."Not what I asked," she said coldly."I wasn't thinking. She showed up in my bed, and she was sad and lonely, and she was being very forward. She wanted, and I couldn't really say no.""You COULDN'T?! You are a fucking grown ass man.""Carly…" he started, trying to scold her for cursing, but figured he’d let it...
The world changed at the end of 2012. The increasingly destructive natural disasters, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, and super storms cause by the warming of the earth?s atmosphere in the two or three years preceding 2012 had decimated the world?s population. The solar storms that started early in that year, steadily increasing in ferocity, had plunged the remaining civilization into chaos. The cluster fuck of solar flares in December 2012 and the resulting geomagnetic storm knocked out c...
It was Wednesday morning and I was wondering when my sister Priya would have me do stuff with her again. We haven’t really talked about it much since the first crazy episode we had but still I couldn't help thinking about it one bit. I was getting ready for school when my sister walked in and whispered in my ear that I have an appointment with the nurse and her assistant at 4 pm sharp and If I was late I would be punished. Just feeling her hot breath in my ear gave me a hard on. I went into the...
Sandi's deepening feelings were a source of concern to me. Of course I was flattered, but having someone actually in love with me was a frightening prospect, especially if the feelings were not reciprocated. I would feel a sense of duty towards that person, a sense of loyalty and fidelity. Not conditions I could guarantee. I could not bear to break her heart with my sexual indiscretions. I would have start distancing myself from her. Sandi wanted a girlfriend/girlfriend relationship. I, on...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. ————— —————– The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of...
r/Futanari, aka Reddit Futanari! As a big fan of Reddit, I was more than happy to talk about a special section called futanari, since I am sure we all love to spice shit up from time to time, right? Is there even a need for me to formally introduce this place? Hasn’t everyone heard about Reddit before? Well, in any case, I will tell you everything you need to know, so if you are interested in futanari pornography, keep reading.First of all, Reddit is a beautiful site where you can find a lot of...
Reddit NSFW ListWhitney Wright sucks at her job. Her boss calls her up late at night for a simple task. Her useless teen self can’t do anything right. The young assistant is about to be fired, but then she flashes her tight pussy and ass to the grown man. Whitney knows she doesn’t have many skills in life, but there is one thing she is definitely good at. The young whore knows grown men will pay to fuck her holes. She is the fantasy of any married man who is in a hotel on a business trip. She waits...
xmoviesforyouAuthor's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 27, An Unexpected Turn of Events) ******************************************************************** This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope...
This story is 100% true well as true as I can remember. This year I celebrated 40 years of marriage. I am 60 and she is young 68. We met on a mini cruise from UK to Europe. I say cruise but it was just overnight boat trip to Denmark a day there and overnight trip back. I worked in a factory and it was a works trip there. There was about 40 of us going. I was 17 and just started work there. She was 24 didn't work in factory but her mum did. I hadn't had much luck with girls and was very...
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If you happen to enjoy my story, please don’t scroll away without letting me know about it. If you don’t enjoy it, criticize it freely without forgetting to pinpoint where I made mistakes and how you think they can be best resolved. Thank you in advance for your analysis! ***** This morning isn’t cold in the slightest bit. My eyes slowly burst open and the first thing I discern is the brilliant drizzling of sunlight into my room. This doesn’t surprise me, considering that my bed is stationed...
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Author's Note: Yeah, I know I ought to be finishing my other "unfinished" stories, and perhaps submitting a few more autobiographical items (since they seem to be popular), but this story popped into my head virtually complete, and since I thought it was a kind of cool idea I decided to write it down. I'll get back to the other stuff soon, really. I'm aware that the following Prolog is kind of dry, but please stick with it, it's worth it; it contains some technical background to...
A Maiden Gamble Part IX By Sydney Michelle Chapter Twenty-One "Three, two, one. Open your eyes now, please." Maria's eyelashes fluttered, eyelids lifted heavily, the room was a blur, out of focus. "How do you feel?" "Stiff." "That's natural. You've been still for quite a while." Maria focused on the voice, blinked, squinted into the dim light. A figure across a desk swam into view, a dark brown suit coat, a blurry face above a dark green tie. Another blink. The face...
College Waitress 2 By Asian Barbie Thank you for all your comments. I will try to take the criticism to heart and perfect the stories. Happy reading. When we last left Jess she was at the throes of a brutal spanking. Her new boss, the leach, Rob was teaching his new waitress a lesson. Jess had been transformed into a slutty Alice in Wonderland girl. She was subjected to giving her boss a humiliating blow job and because she had hesitated he had decided to give her a one over....
A light breeze whispers softly past your face as you walk the shady trail through the hills. The sun, though bright and hot, is softened by the thick canopy of branches from all the trees around you. You breathe in deeply, letting your lungs fill with the cool mountain air, as you feel the stress from the week start to melt away. A hawk cries in the distance drawing your attention further up the mountain trail. From a distance you can see the outline of a figure. Even from here you can see the...
Outdoor“Are you getting the message now Bitch?” Richard asked as the cane landed across her bottom again and again. “Yes Sir!” she snivelled. Her tits and cunt were already sore from the whipping they had received. He had stretched her arse wider than any cock had ever done when he rammed one of the empty wine bottles up it. Maybe that was the root of the problem, maybe if she hadn’t drunk quite so much wine then maybe she would have behaved better and maybe her punishment would have been less...
Yes we all know it's a taboo subject. The Victorians fathered their c***dren in the dark with their pants on, and we talk about men's penises, as little boys 'Willy's', why, because we are all embarrassed to call our 'Naughty Bits', by their correct terminology.I'm a tad different, I was brought up seeing my father ejaculate into a toilet basin, taught to touch and give my brother a wank, and my brother likewise with me.My parents might be considered a danger to society by those who suppress...
Hi... This is to thank those who have given me their advise and specially "9inofshmo" for my week-end.. Everything has gone well, in fact vry well, bkoz i've never enjoyed so much. I didn't ever imagine that those 2 guys loves me so much, they kept as a little princess.. Anyway i'll just tell in brief about my fabulous week-end..(i won't write their name, will just say A & B due to security reasons)It all started on saturday at noon, they picked me up from a secret place and went for lunch....
I began to calm down. Then I realized that Erin and Chloe were still there and unconscious. I went to them. Both were breathing and had steady heartbeats. I started trying to wake Erin first. Erin was a buxom red head. Originally she was a bottled red. Meaning she dyed her hair regularly. So much so that no one knew what her natural color was. Of course she had me change the color, so the red she preferred would be her natural color. I ran my fingers through those deep red locks, worried...
The usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction, characters are mainly a part of my overactive imagination, and any relation to people or places is purely coincidental. This story contains forced sex, violence, prostitution and heterosexual relations. If any of these are illegal in your place of residence then please do not read. Contains graphic material not suitable for those under the age of 18. This is my first story, so feel free to comment and tell me what I need to change or...
1 July 2016. Slut Wife & Girlfriends With Huge Dildos Part 1 Dawn's always "liked girls" almost as much as men. In fact I almost think that if she ever "had" to choose it would be girls. That's fine with me and seeing that she enjoys "sharing" them with me I have absolutely no intention of ever having her choose. It was one of those cold, damp, miserable late January days we often have and I'd been outside trying to get finished with my winter garden work. I'd let it go the last year and...
"Vi kører ind nu" sagde Mette og vente sig om for at gå ud mod køkkenet. Jeg fulgte trop. Mette ville gerne kører derind, og det var mere hendes bil end det var min, så selvfølgelig skulle hun det, jeg var der jo bare til at kører den hjem igen. På vej ind mod Jema nævnte jeg at jeg havde det dårligt med at være der. "Jeg føler ikke Birthe vil have mig her, og jeg har ikke lyst til at tage tilbage, for det kommer bare til at understrege at hun har ret i at jeg ikke har noget at lave"....
This is was a year or so after the lap dance episode and I was getting braver...slowly. We were in Indonesia for my husbands work and staying in a very nice hotel with a spa. I had a massage on the first day which was divine. The gorgeous young masseuse was very good at her job and I was totally relaxed. A cpl of times her hands wandered under the towel and her hands touched my knickers. Each time I had flutters but did nothing to encourage her. I told my husband about this and of course he...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after the first generation characters have graduated, but I was in the midst of writing this before the 2nd Generation Canon came out - my apologies that it doesn't directly tie in there! This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy, and may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the...
I went on a walk the other night around 8:00 at night and this guy pulled up, He asked me if I lived around here,I said "Ya I do,"he said he's seen me walking around here before but never seen me talking to anyone.I told him,"I don't know anyone who lives out here,"He said "You do now put my number in your phone and text me later tonight like around 12:00 or 1:00." "ok" He gave me his number and he drove off and out of the neighborhood.I went home and was thinking to myself, that was kind of...
I picked the phone up and rang Julie, my beautiful wife. "Sorry hun, i'm gonna be late, this file has to be done today" "But you said you'd be here!" "I will, i'm not sure when, it'll be a while" "Well thanks, i've been out ages already, i'll suppose i'll just sit here and drink until you arrive" She was out with some friends and had been all afternoon. I was to finish work and meet her, quick drink and home. Now that had changed. It was late when i got to the club. The music was loud and the...
Erotic FictionChapter Two: Deeper into uncertainty Since I was trapped, I stepped back and put a smile on my face. Danny was going to pay, and pay big, for this later. Keven came in smiling. At first, he looked genuinely surprised to see me, and my half-formed suspicions about Danny setting me up disappeared, but then a sly grin spread across Keven’s face. Quickly stepping over to me, he took my hand and raised it to his lips just as he had done last night. Once again, the sensation of his breath warming...
The birds and squirrels let me know that I was fairly safe. I resolved to keep looking for wildlife. As long as I saw birds I wouldn't get really paranoid. I spent the day reacquainting myself with the trails on the property. Sixteen years really hadn't done much to the property. My walk left me with a sense of calm. When would I die? I had no clues. I could be riddled with cancers within a year or last for decades. The only indicators that I knew of were only available thru a blood...
Sarah and Don laid beside each other smiling, their faces flushed. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours until Don's watch beeped. As Don stood up and pulled on his shirt, Sarah lingered on the bed watching him. She loved how sexy Don looked, his cock peeking out from under his shirt. Resisting the urge to put her mouth on it and start something else, she stood up and handed him his pants. This would be the last time she saw him get dressed. It would be six months before she'd see...
Straight SexCONJUGAL I'm so glad that horrible trial is over with. The judge really had it out for me and Joey. It's unfair, because all I did was drive and it wasn't like he did more than threaten that lady. But because Joey already has a record waiting to be sealed, they got to decide he was a dangerous case and needed some kind of special rehabilitation. On the plus side, they said that once Joey finished his 9-month rehabilitation at some place called Rosemond, his record could be...
Shannon sidled across her bedroom, undoing the buttons on her blouse, thinking about what the night ahead had in store for her. She'd sucked her grandfather's huge cock a couple of times now, and tonight, he'd promised to fuck her with it. She couldn't wait. She stepped across to the bed and saw two large boxes lying on top of the covers, each one done up with a big colorful ribbon tied into a bow. One had a tag attached that said: "FOR DINNER TONIGHT" and the other said: "FOR...
Please note that this story is entirely fictional and the product of two kinky minds,mine and my lovely friend who goes by RingRoad this story was shaped of an ERP we shared and a I loved so much I had to expand on it.And without him this lovely story wouldn’t be a thing.Be warned that is story contains light to moderate themes of BDSM,slight forced play,elements of voyeurism,and fetishes for large insertion and costumizationI let out a huff of air clouding the inside of my triceratops mask for...
“You seemed to have slept pretty good last night,” she said as she kisses my forehead, “but after everything you went through that can be understandable.” She giggled as she started to get out of bed, her blonde hair glistening in the sun as it swayed and tumbled. Her hips swished back and forth under her red satin teddy, the fabric flowing over her like water. She turned her head and winked before going into the bathroom and closing the door. “You had better get up,” she cried from the other...
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2012 by Ayn Ryan. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper credit is...
Hi, people. My name is Jyoti, and I am from Goa. I am 21 years old. This is a year-old incident about exploring sex that I have written down. My college informed me to find an ex-student and interview that person’s experience about this college and how it shaped their career. Luckily my mom knew a lady who lived a floor above us in the building. I wasn’t very happy about it, thinking that lady would be of my mom’s age. The entire thing would be boring. It was a time when I was very irritated,...
LesbianAt five o'clock the four of us walked into a restaurant, having made reservations previously. Alan and I looked quite respectable in suit and tie, but the girls, that was a whole different dimension. Getting dressed, Cindy asked, "Are you SURE, Dan? I mean, another dark green dress?" "You don't like it?" "Oh, no, baby, I think it's beautiful. But..." she started. "I just think that it sets your hair off perfectly. You're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And I can't help but...