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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...
Vi träffades nere i stan en vårdag..vi kramades och gav oss en het kyss..vi gick till ett kaffe och beställde kaffe med bulle..Jag satt sidan om dig..tog min hand och smekte utanför dina byxor..den reagerade snabbt..jag log..Du sa att den hade längtat efter mina smekningar...då viskade jag till dig att jag inte hade några trosor på mig..Du flämtade och sa..du då åker vi bums hem...men jag svarade..nää det gör vi inte och började smeka dig igen..jag log..Du tog din hand under min kjol och...
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...
“Vanessa, come on, we were supposed to go out tonight,” my friend Dave was saying to me. “I know, I’m sorry, but you know how my dad is with work. He likes to include his family with everything, so I have to go to the dinner. I shouldn’t be out late.” I smiled into the phone. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll swing by afterwards to give you a little treat.” He chuckled. “Alright babe, tell your parents I said hey.” “Will do.” I hung up the phone and wondered what to do about Dave. I’ve been seeing...
Straight SexKatie wasted no time. She had my pants and underwear off and my naked erection bobbing in front of her in a jiffy as my Ohio grandmother would have phrased it. Katie: "Oh, yeah, I've been thinking about this since last night. Thinking about you. You shot your stuff right into my mouth. That was so hot, I've done that before, but only because the boy wanted it. Last night, I wanted it. I'll bet you could tell, huh? I wanted you to do just what you did...You .......you're so fucking ...I want...
Mike flipped through the profiles he had been exploring these dating organizations and chat areas for some considerable time and had no success. He opened his own profile it contained his interests and desires, it was the sort that he hoped intelligent women would find worthy enough to start communicating and create a conversation, but to no avail. He had given the boot to a couple of areas that claimed to be real persons but he was sure were fake, created profiles with the aim to incite men to...
Faiza nanghee hee laitee rahee aur faizee chala gaya. Uskay car start karnay kee awaz aiee aur phir faiza nay mujhay nanghee halat main hee awaz dee. Main khushee khushee uskay bad per chalee gaiee. Faiza nay mujhay pany bad per lita leya aur kaha keh ” maheen ab sono tumahray pajamay per jo kuch hay wooh wahee hay jo abhee faizee nay mairay under dala hay jab koee sex kartha hay to larkee aur larkay kay under say yahee kalaf nikal ta hay. Tumharay pajamay jo kalaf hay wooh yahee discharged...
Lisa banged on my door nearly an hour early. She and my sister were meeting at my house so Lisa could park her car and ride with my sister. They'd planned a long day of shopping and didn't want to drive two cars. I dragged myself out of bed and slid into cutoff jeans and a T-shirt. Lisa was alternately ringing the bell and banging on the door. When I opened it she inquired, "Where the heck were you? Sleeping?" "Yeah, it is Saturday morning and I had a long week at work." I was talking to an...
AnalIt was pretty late in the morning when I got up. I’d showered and was about to get dress when I heard I horn beep. I peeked out the window and saw two guys talking. Then I notice that it said ‘Kirby Vacuums’ on the side of one of them’s car, As I watched I saw another guy going door to door obviously trying to sell them. They were all mostly young guys and not too bad looking to a woman who’d gone without sex for four weeks. I knew they would be ringing my door before too long so I decided to...
Interracial"Seven!!" I yelled, laughing and waving as I climbed onto my bus. I sat down in my usual seat and put in my headphones. I was looking forward to going over to Ashley's house tonight. It had been a particularly stressful week with school and I really needed some fun. And as an added bonus, Ashley had a brother two years older than us that was super hot! Sean was always really nice and I never thought of him sexually until I accidentally walked in on him as he was getting out of the shower....
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the townher pleasure could be heard as her panties came down."Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that beforefrom many a bad girl with bottom so soreAs she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon seeis that you should be spanked across Santa's...
Originally it made it easier to think my wife was making up these stories but my best friend confirmed after reluctantly admitting to it in some detail. A short time later I began to entertain more of these thoughts and frequently found myself strangely aroused. During sex we would talk about her fucking men we knew and she would moan in approval even suggesting she’d be a good lil slut and the best fuck he ever had. With her bedroom eyes glazed over with lust she would openly fantasize...
Anyways here is a follow up to this wonderfull story oh and... I DIDNT WRITE IT! Chapter 17 The first couple of months that Mom and I were together we were like newlyweds, constantly chasing one another and fucking morning, noon and night. We just couldn’t get enough of one another. I can’t tell you how many times we were late for work because we started teasing one another at breakfast until we couldn’t stand it and ended up fucking on the table or running back to our room for a hot...
This is a true story about the unexpected things that can happen while sitting on your couch....alone. I’m living in LA at the time, and I’m alone on my couch waiting on this fat girl Naomi to come over and blow me to sleep. Fat girls are like brussel sprouts, you will try them if they happen to be on your plate, but they are nothing you would brag to your friends about. She was the type I would call over when I was too lazy to jack off. She had a real pretty face, big tits but her self esteem...
Group SexDiane was driving home after dropping her son off at college. It was a sunny crisp September morning and she was day dreaming about what she would do when her husband returned from his work placement in China. He had been away two months and it was going to be another two months before he was back in their bedroom. Meanwhile her fantasies were getting wilder and more frequent. Already, even before her alarm had sounded, she had rubbed herself to a gasping orgasm to the mental image of her being...
MatureHi Dear ISS readers, I’m a great fan of the entire writer who has submitted their stories for us. Today I decided to submit my own story for all of you, read this and enjoy.My Name is Sameer (age 24) I’m from Delhi, presently settled in Chennai, this incident happened when I was in Delhi, and doing my UG, I was 19 yrs then, I look Very charming and sweet thus many people calls me chocolate baby, I was so innocent and never much aware of Sex and love making, i’ve no siblings and in my school and...
Deana Sparrow was a nurse in a small mid-western hospital. When she went to work that day, she discovered there was a shortage of aides, so she volunteered to do some of the patient’s bed-baths. After gathering some fresh towels and linens, she walked down the hall to her first patient, an older man recovering from a car wreck. His name was Jack Powell, a tall muscular man, age sixty-five, with a prominent chin, long broad nose, blue eyes, and black hair speckled with gray. In her mind she was...
We must have slept because an hour had passed. We all got up and went to the kitchen, naked, to get some water and lunch. Funny I was drinking water. This is new to me as I prefer coffee or coke-cola. I asked the girls to sit at the table and I would make lunch for them. Collecting 6 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon, 3 spring onions, 3 radishes, 6 mushrooms, 3 garlic bulbs, and two tins of chopped tomatoes. I cooked the bacon, garlic and mushroom in some olive oil in the large frying pan. Beat the...
"I didn't know you were into horse riding," I said with a laugh as I toed the crop I'd dropped on the table and smiled at him. "I don't." "Well, what's this for then?" "A reminder." "Of what?" "Just a reminder." "Not going to tell me, are you?" "Nothing to tell you, Jaime." "If you say so. Anyways, I'm not sure what it is bothering me. I don't have a boyfriend, so you don't have to listen to me complain about how tired I am of 'him' since 'he' doesn't...
As soon as I met Donna at a party, I knew I wanted to be with her. I'm pretty tall, six-five, and she was five-eight, so we are at least in the same part of the stratosphere. She was bubbly and fun with wavy blond hair down just past her shoulders and her body, well, she's slender and curvy with beautiful long legs and a nice figure. Really she's got great boobs and likes guys to notice them. Well, the night of the party, I certainly did and I left with her phone number and email address...
I was twenty-one when I went to live with Aunt June.I had dropped out of college and was unemployed. Staying with family wasn't an option, so I crashed with some friends who were living with their aunt, a middle-aged woman named June. There were four of us that stayed there with her. Her two nieces, Amanda (17) and Marie (20), and Marie's boyfriend, Will (21).We all referred to her as Aunt June. She was a kind woman who let us do pretty much whatever we wanted and stay there rent-free, but...
SpankingI woke up in the deepest, darkest part of the night. I smiled like the cat who swallowed the canary. I had given a real man my virginity and he had made me so glad to be a woman! My pussy definitely felt well used, but not sore. George’s spunk was still leaking out of me and making a big wet spot on the sheet. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I peed and washed my pussy. The thick wavy hair on my head was duplicated by a bush I had to constantly trim back to keep it from escaping...
http://www.adultfindout.caMy uncle Rodger would always come round when he visited too as they were friends, I always thought Rodger was straight but I soon found out I was wrong. Whenever Geoff visited I always got the feeling he was staring at me, especially when I wore shorts or my gown or anything that showed off my bare legs as I was aware he had a leg and foot fetish, it never bothered me though, in fact I kinda liked it, the more he eyed me up, the more I would wear less clothes when he...
Hey Baby,It's been a long time since we've been together alone. I'm glad to hear that your wife is out of town. I have been so horny thinking about you.... I've been thinking about this moment... for so long... and what it would be like when I got you all alone... away from your wife... and all to myselfBaby... I have brought you a present... and I think you are going to love it. But first... I want you to get naked. Take off all of your close. That's it... strip all the way down. Take off your...
Lori Salter considered her reflection in the mirror as she applied her makeup. She liked having to get fixed up for work. It made her feel good about herself, and she needed that. Ted Davis, the stockbroker she worked for, insisted on professional dress. He allowed no slacks or any other form of casual clothing. Since Lori had very little clothing when she started work, her boss had given her an advance on her pay – he said it was a clothing allowance, but she intended to pay it back – which...
You have been working a few weeks as a waitress with a local catering company just for some extra cash while you take some college courses in criminal justice. Wearing the god awful uniform of a cream top, black skirt with matching black tights and some uncomfortable black heels, After a long night serving at a charity event thrown by some rich old millionaire the priceless jade monkey statue he was donating has vanished. It's your chance to finally solve a real case. After the police question...
BDSMNothing, but the worst guilt trip of her life, could have caused such a need to vomit up her soul as she now felt. Suddenly pulling her elegant appearing smokestone clear coat metallic colored 2009 Lincoln MKS to the side of the parking lot as the was beginning her drive home. Eleanor ‘Ellie’ Berkenstein stopped the dream of a vehicle she’d purchased, actually her husband had written the check for the $40,000 plus automobile, only three weeks previously. Before becoming sick...
As I made my way around the store, everything was going the way it always did, but then I happen to see a nice looking young lady doing her grocery shopping a little ways in front of me. wanting to get a better look, I moved to hopefully pass her. From behind, she was kind of petite, had blonde hair that was bobbed and from a distance even though her blue medium length wool coat and loose legging hid her frame, I could see she was rather thin. Immediately, I wanted to get a better look and...
Introduction: not so sexy > The 1st Affair>> A married man was having an affair> with his secretary.> One day they went to her place> and made love all afternoon.> Exhausted, they fell asleep> and woke up at 8 PM ..> The man hurriedly dressed> and told his lover to take his shoes> outside and rub! them in the grass and dirt.> He put on his shoes and drove home.> "Where have you been?" his wife demanded.> "I can't lie to you," he replied,> "I'm having...
"Darling, do you remember Leroy?" my wife asked. Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married. "What about Leroy?" "He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains." "That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?” Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off. "We haven't...
Group SexThe economics of sex are interesting. Sometimes we marry for sex. That can cost millions. We take ladies to dinner. We buy drinks. We pay for prostitites (although I never have). And we invite women to join us on exotic trips. Even if we don't spend a lot of money, sometimes we spend hours of our time on the phone. Occasionally we find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em without spending a dime. That has its place, but it's not as good as the other stuff!!! This is an analysis story. I don't have a...
First TimeVincent looked longingly at the clock, just minutes before the day was over. He was done with his test early, and waited desperately for the time to end. He let his eyes wander over to his best friend, Erin, hard at work, poring over her own test. Allowing his mind to wander, he saw her clothes almost melting away, one by one. Lost in his own fantasies, he almost missed the bell. ”Shit!” he muttered as he gathered up his things. Snapped from his fantasy, Vincent didn’t realize he had...
I waited by the phone. She called me at about 7pm. Jas says "Hello darling! I see you in about half an hour. I've got a friend with me. It's Imran from my work. He's gonna drop me off. You can meet him. I'll think you'll like him. " "see you in a bit"I said. "You serious!" "Yes darling. " She replied. "See you in a bit" Fucking hell I thought. She's bringing the man here. I had a great massive hardon. Soon I heard the car. I looked from the window. Jas got out of the car. Her lover got out of...
Cheating WifesChapter 1 Yes, caught, caught masturbating. Well, not each other, just ourselves, me doing my dick, Robbie doing his. But, still. We were sixteen, yes, horny every moment we were awake, both virgins, not even with steady girlfriends, up in my room, each with a copy of Playboy open, pants and briefs on the floor, stroking as we dreamed of fucking one of the beauties in the magazine spread before us when my door swung open and there was my mom with an armload of clean clothes. She looked, turned...
IncestCindy sighs. She’d been waiting for the inevitable, and her new boyfriend didn’t disappoint. Being a girl of short stature with relatively modest breasts, there is one particular feature of hers that tends to attract men more than any other. And much to her dismay, it isn’t her love of the arts and sciences, or her glasses that announce such things to the world. It is that which her mother gave her. Which, itself, does not refer to her penchant for emotional honesty, her taste for fantasy...
I felt Leta mold against me as we lay in bed. My arms were wrapped around her. Her warmth radiated through me. Just being close like this was bliss. And yet her closeness stirred me on a deeper level. In the world most men live as pawns. We are moved by unseen hands into battles we do not understand. At times we attack. At times we defend. At times we are simply used as pieces in ploys which will not reveal themselves for many moves, long after our sacrifice is forgotten. The world likes us...
While all three of us were willing, even eager, to try pretty much anything that involved our genitals, it became clear to Adam and myself that we were really most interested in fucking Julie, that we'd do anything to please her, and that despite her calling herself our sex slave, she was obviously calling most of the shots. She loved the attention, and she loved being able to control us with her amazing mix of southern sweetness and eager sluttiness.Still, she wasn't the only one coming up...
I’m 43 now but this all started thirty one years ago. You can do the math. I use to have to stay with my grandma in the summer when my parents were at work. My cousin was four years older than me so I thought he was really cool and wanted to hang out with him. But of course he really didn’t want anything to do with me so I just hung with my girl cousin May. She was 2 years older than me. We use to sneak behind the garage and smoke cigs she stole from grandma. It was blocked on 3 sides and only...
"Ken, I need to jack-off. Please go downstairs." "Come on man, we are best friends, just do it in front of me. I don't mind." I replied. "Yeah, well, I mind, just go downstairs. I'm not like you..." "Yes, I know, but dude, if you only would try. You would see that its not that bad. Just..take your pants off and start doing what you would normally do. I will do the same to, but if you don't want me to look at you, I won't. Now come on." As I was talking, I could see in his...
Another chapter in the saga of a High-school aged young man and his exploits with with his voluptous middle-aged "Auntie A." These occurances start out as real, but blend into fantasy... Friday's yard work about done on a summer mid-day when a toot of the horn signaled the arrival of my Aunt "A" from town. I opened the garage door for her and waited at the trunk for her to open it so I could carry in the groceries. I was treated to a show as she stepped out of her car...her...
Hi, all. My name is Arun and I am 34 yrs old now. My first gay experience happened when I was 19. I stayed in hostels all my life but never had any gay experiences until I was in my 1st year of engineering. It was a dorm type hostel within the campus where there were 25 rooms and only 5 bathrooms at the end of the corridor. Each room housed 4 students. So 5 bathrooms for about 100 students. There used to be a big line every day in the morning in front of the bathrooms for taking a bath and...
Gay MaleI'm not sure when, or where, I first met met Keith. It was probably on one of the many fetish websites that I have visited. At the time I had, and still do have, a panty fetish. I just love to see a cute sexy body in panties. Male or female, I don't mind just as long as it is cute and sexy.Keith was most definitely cute and sexy! It was his first time, well so he said. His wife was out and he was just browsing. He'd got a pair of her worn panties and had been sniffing them and thought he would...
Dharmendra road was surprisingly quiet on this October afternoon. Nestled in her tiny kitchen, Kanchana was supervising her vegetable stew. The chopped onions and cucumber along diced carrots seemed to swirl on forever. Hers was a small apartment in an ancient building. The greenish plaster was falling off in many places but repairs was something she could not afford as a simple tax returns employee. The liabilities didn’t stop there as a broken window, leaky pipes and frequent power outages...
RomanceThere are moments which lay bare fundamental truths, truths that you have been longing for all your life. Such a moment was happening now, and it flooded my senses with an incredible intensity, a spiritual moment that transcended feelings. My eyes were glued to my beautiful Cordelia, they drank in the incredible pleasure painted on her angelic face, and when her sweet voice announced with beautiful, small shouts of joy that she had reached the summit of her arousal, that joy started to resonate...
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