Saggy Tits
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Hey, I love my wife’s huge hooters. Sure they sag but they also swing wonderfully when she fucks. After four kids who nursed for a year each, what do you expect? We are in our mid-thirties. I think she’s sexy as hell but she doesn’t share that image of herself. Kind of an early mid-life crisis thing maybe.
I got tired of her avoiding even being naked with me, let alone wanting sex. No matter how much I praise her lovely body she won’t believe me. I’d get, “Oh you just say that because I’m your wife.”
Finally, I arranged a mystery mini-vacation. The kids were all at summer camps or visiting grandparents. I told Jackie to pack light. What she didn’t know was that we were going to an adult nudist resort. I wanted her to discover that all kinds of bodies were out there and hers was as good as, if not better than, many others. Let her notice the guys ogling her. Hopefully it would turn her on and our sex life could be reignited.
Well, THAT sure happened but not quite the way I anticipated.
When we pulled into the resort and Jackie saw what it was, there was the decision moment I had been bracing for. “I’m NOT going in THERE!”
I looked her square in the eye and said firmly, “YES you ARE! It wasn’t cheap and it’s not refundable. There is no rule that says you have to take ALL your clothes off. That’s your choice.”
Grumbling, she sat stoically in the car as I registered. I did see her head move as some naked people went by though.
Our little cabin near the beach was cute and she admitted that much. I watched her out of the corners of my eyes while I unpacked and stripped down. She kept glancing out the window at the beach which was well occupied.
“Let’s go to the beach,” I suggested cheerfully. I bravely went naked. Jackie had on bikini bottoms and a semi-sheer coverup topped by a big hat as if she was avoiding the sun. We found a couple of shaded loungers and opened some beer I had brought. After watching the other folks having fun for a while, and seeing Jackie getting an eyeful of naked bodies, I wanted to try some of the activities. Beach volleyball was a challenge and required me to take a couple of dips in the lake to cool off.
Then I headed back to our chairs for a break, I saw a young man walking away from them. Jackie had opened the front of her coverup so that at least parts of her breasts were visible. “Who was that?” I asked.
“I forgot his name but he stopped by to welcome us. He is on staff and didn’t recognize us. He was very polite and asked if I was OK with this since I was so covered up. According to him being nude is a natural and healthy thing to do. He certainly looked healthy. Then he suggested I open my top to help my body enjoy the freedom it needed. I was too shy to go any further.”
“So do you feel freer?”
“Yes, it is nice. It was a bit exciting to let a stranger see my private parts. I noticed that his penis started to swell. It looked different than yours. There is skin all the way to the end, covering up the head.”
“He isn’t circumcised. I’ve seen a few others today.”
Jackie looked around and took off her coverup, letting her breasts sway as she moved. My cock swelled a little. “You can see that topless isn’t a big deal. The water is comfortably warm. Let’s go swimming.”
We both enjoyed that, going out to the swim platform and diving off a few times. Then a shower before dinner. Jackie changed to some attractive panties but left her top uncovered. Progress!
During dinner the young man from the beach approached our table and introduced himself as “Mark”. We were invited to the beach bonfire and dance that was held every evening. Jackie seemed pleased that he remembered her name.
The bonfire started at dusk. There was an inexpensive bar so we had a few Margueritas before the DJ started the music. I don’t dance but Jackie loves to. Mark noticed us and asked her for one. I observed that there were very few fast dances. Unrestrained parts could be humorous if not dangerous. Slow dances let you get up close and personal when you are nude.
I was regretting my lack of skill when a cute teenager asked me to dance. I said I don’t know how and she brightly offered to teach me. Jackie hadn’t come back after the first dance and I got glimpses of her with different guys.
The cute blond had firm b-cup titties and a slim body. She didn’t dance close as she guided me to a basic two-step. I was too challenged to get an erection even being so close to nubile flesh. After a couple of dances I asked to be excused with thanks.
My wife was nowhere to be seen. I walked around the dance floor but she wasn’t there. Neither was Mark.
A little later she appeared by the table I was at. “I need to go back to the cabin right now,” was all she said in a rather slurred voice. I noticed that her bottoms were gone. What the hell? As soon as we got to the cabin, and I had to steady her to get there, she disappeared into the shower for a much longer time than usual. I turned the lights down and waited.
Jackie wouldn’t look me in the eye as she got into bed. She didn’t snuggle as usual either. As she laid on her side facing me she said softly, “I really want to have sex with you but you may not want me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I had sex with Mark just a little while ago. Actually two times. I couldn’t help myself.”
In an almost reflexive motion I was between her legs and sliding the hardest erection of my life into a silky swamp like I had never before felt. No words were spoken as she humped back at me. I exploded almost painfully as my sperm went to compete with her young lover’s. Not that there was anything to compete for. Her tubes were tied after our last child. She hadn’t cum so I kept on pumping until she told me to stop. Mark had satiated her.
We didn’t talk for a while. I got us some water and we sat up in bed, side by side. Finally, she reached over for my hand and said softly, “I’m glad you still wanted me. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. It just happened.”
I didn’t marry Jackie for her brains. She was a good person, an excellent mother, and had big tits, all of which I appreciated. I asked, “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“Do you really want to hear this?”
I answered by moving her hand to my rigid rod, an amazingly quick recovery.
“Oh, I guess you do. Well, here goes. The dancing was very stimulating being with a good looking young guy, especially after a few drinks. With my nipples rubbing on his chest and his penis swelling up enough to go between my legs and rub on my parts, I got even more aroused. This is right in the middle of my cycle too so all the hormones were working. We haven’t had sex for a long time and I was hornier than I realized.
“Between dances with Mark I would dance with his roommates. There are four of them sharing a dorm room for staff. They bought me some more drinks. Mark asked me to go for a walk on the beach. I was feeling like a teenager again, kind of forgetting that I was a married mom. I didn’t resist when he took my hand. We were near one of those beach shelters when he kissed me and his hands began working on my nipples. You could always get me hot when you did that. Are you still OK with me telling?”
I nodded and put my arm around her. “Go on,” I said.
“Now don’t forget I drank twice as much as I usually do. I’m still a little tipsy. Maybe that’s why I’m confessing my sins so easily. I haven’t liked to talk about sex. But I need to now, I know. Anyway he worked his mouth down to my crotch and it was wonderful, just like when you do it. When he moved back up to my breasts I was almost delirious. Then, all of a sudden, his hard penis filled me right up. Right then I remembered how you used to talk about me having sex with another man. I hoped you still felt that way now that it was happening.
There was no turning back so I just enjoyed it, like you want me to with you. His penis curves the other way from yours so that felt different, and he moved differently. I don’t know how to describe it.
“He pounded me for a while and when I felt his hot cream spurting inside, I came. I could feel it shoot! He stayed hard and kept going. You haven’t done that for a long time. Just thinking about his sperm in me gave me another climax and then he shot again and I came once more. I’ve hardly ever done two orgasms, let alone three!
“After a little while he brought me back to the fire where I found you.”
She turned to look at me very intently, “Can you still love such a naughty wife?”
I kissed her and answered her question with a question, “Do you still love me after having a great fuck with a handsome young stud?”
She looked pensive and replied, I guess it was just a ‘fuck’, not making love like you and I do. I only ‘love’ you.”
A great insight by my sweetie and one that I appreciated.
I continued, “Other than feeling like you were freshly fucked, you were as good as ever for me. And naughty can be nice. Sure got me worked up, knowing what you did.”
“I noticed. It’s getting me worked up again too just talking about it. Can you make love to me again?” I did, and later in the night too.
The next day Jackie started out nude. Her sexual confidence was up several notches. Mark saw her sunning on the beach and waited until I was gone to check on her, she later told me. She thanked him for such a good time and maybe she’d see him at the bonfire and dance. He asked if she’d like to go for a hike on the trails around the resort. She said, “Sure, what time?”
When I returned she asked if I was OK with her going off to a secluded place with Mark. Even though she wasn’t drinking it was likely he’d try to fuck her again. I said I would follow along and watch. Her eyes got wide and said, “Really? You’d like that?”
“Hell yes, as long as I can fuck you right after. I’ll be too horny to wait.”
I used my best skills at distance observing which a small set of binoculars helped a lot. Sure enough, Mark brought along a small blanket and some bottled water. I followed them discreetly for about a mile until Mark veered off the path into a stand of small trees that gave lots of concealment. He spread out the blanket and offered Jackie some water. He sat down very close and soon the fun began. I couldn’t hear but sure could see as they kissed and touched each other. Although I couldn’t see his pecker penetrating her, Jackie was on top and I was treated to watching her flopping tits as they humped.
When they finished, per our plan, Jackie sent Mark back to the resort and I circled around to the blanket. She was reclining with her eyes closed and her glistening pussy an inviting target for my cockhead arrow. I approached quietly and slid my pecker right into the slop Mark had left. Jackie squealed in surprise and pulled my buns in tight, “Fuck your slutty wife. Stick it to me. I’m a cock magnet so give me all you’ve got.” And so on. I’d never heard her talk like that and I loved it. Sperm shooting time again!
After we finished and we were resting so I could reload, she told me that Mark had asked if she’d gotten fucked last night. When she told him how often and already today, he said that usually happened when he fucked a married woman at the resort. He wanted to see if she was as good as last night. Good enough excuse for her.
That night at the bonfire Mark came over to ask her to dance. I shook his hand and, of course, glanced at the only other cock that had been inside my wife. I acted very sophisticated and thanked him for walking her on the beach and taking her on an interesting hike. I think he got the message that I knew what was going on. I watched her dancing with different guys and then the young blond girl came over. Vicki was her name. She asked me to dance and then said, “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.” Who could refuse that invitation?
She seemed to know where she was going. We got close enough to a beach shelter that we could see shadowy figures inside, and all of a sudden I heard Jackie’s voice in obvious passion. Couldn’t make out the words though. Vicki took my hand and said, “I’m Marks’s sister. He’s pretty poplar with older women and really likes your wife. That’s them in there. I like older guys too but I’m still a virgin. Would you like a blowjob while your wife gets fucked?”
Damn, got me again. She knelt down and did an expert job on my knob while I listened to Jackie. This time I could hear but not see. After the sexy teenager got a mouthful I put her on a picnic table and ate her to a thrashing climax. We were bonded.
We got back to the bonfire before Mark reappeared but without Jackie. He said something to one of his roommates who headed for the beach. Vicki and I followed and, sure enough, he went to the shelter where Jackie as waiting. Copulating sounds ensued but didn’t last long. We waited and a third guy came out and fucked her too. She staggered back towards the bonfire so I caught up with her just before she got there, after a sexy squeeze for Vicki.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you. Are you OK?”
“I need to go back to the cabin.” Those words again!
When we got there she was very woozy but wanted to take a shower. I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. “Hmmmm. This looks like a well-used pussy. We made love this morning. Mark and I fucked you this afternoon. So what happened this evening?”
Jackie had her arm over her face as she said with a slurred voice, “Mark took me to the beach and fucked me three times I think. I’m not really sure. I drank too much again.”
I made her look at me and I said, “Mark was the first one who fucked you but two of his roommates did you after that. I saw it.”
She broke into tears and bawled, “Oh my God, I’ve turned into a slut. What will become of me?”
I felt all the guy cream in her crotch and said, “Let me help you to the shower. We’ll talk in the morning.” I didn’t want to stick my dick in her in that state.
It took breakfast and lots of coffee before her hangover went away. We made gentle love as we talked over what had happened. She was embarrassed and contrite, apologizing for getting too drunk to know what was happening.
I told her that I wasn’t angry about her fucking the other guys. We had already established that it wouldn’t hurt our marriage. What I didn’t like was that she’d lost control. That could cause harm. She promised to check in with me before any more adventures. I made it clear that I wasn’t trying to control her but just ensure her well-being. She got it.
I also filled her in about Vicki and what we had done. And I shared that Vicki had told me that Mark was quite popular with older women who came to the park since he was on staff. We agreed that he sure knew how to push her buttons. That wasn’t all bad. It had opened up a part of her she didn’t know existed.
We had a quiet last day at the resort, doing normal recreational stuff. Before dinner we were sipping some drinks when Jackie told me she’d had an interesting experience that afternoon. She wasn’t sure if it was sexual or not.
A young man about our son’s age had been hanging around her for a while. Finally, he got up the courage to approach her. He was very polite and said he had an unusual favor to ask. He had lost his mother during the last year and had noticed how strongly Jackie resembled her in face and body. He kind of stammered as he asked if he could nurse on her breasts like he had done as a child. He was embarrassed and turned away.
Jackie was seized with compassion so she said, “Come with me.” They found a quiet and private place where she could sit up against a tree and he lay on his back with his head in her lap. For quite a while he pressed his face to her mammaries and sucked at a nipple as he stroked and held the one he wasn’t suckling. Many tears ran down his face during this. His long thin cock was erect so she reached for it and gently stroked it to ejaculation on his belly. This unnamed young man looked up at her and said, “How did you know she did that for me?”
She whispered, “You can put it inside me if you want.” He gently declined and said that he’d gotten what he needed. A kiss on the cheek and he left. She sat there a while and cried for him. They smiled at each other at the final evening fire.
At the bonfire Jackie met Vicki. Mark came over, as expected from a pussy hound like him, and asked Jackie to dance. She limited her alcohol and later came to me saying Mark wanted to take her to his room and his roommates would be there too. I asked, “Are you ready for that?”
She nodded so I said, “See you later at our cabin.”
Vicki looked at me and said, “You know she’s going to get gangbanged, don’t you?”
I answered, “Yes, and we had some serious talks this morning. She has some things to explore and I’m willing to go along with that.”
Vicki turned and gave me a long hot kiss, “You are one hell of a guy. I hope I can find a husband as cool as you when I’m ready to take that step. My pussy is virgin but you know my mouth isn’t. Either is my ass and it would like to feel you inside it. Where can we go?”
We went to our cabin and started to play. What a fun girl! I got two pieces of “ass” from her and she could come from it too. It felt different than a pussy, but different was interesting.
She was fascinated by my cock. Her previous intimacies with guys had been time-limited or in the dark. She now had time to examine this mysterious shape changing thing that could go inside her body. It could go from small and soft to big and hard. That was fun to make happen and watch. It would all fit in her mouth when soft but only half remained as it grew to full size. My balls were almost equally interesting and I cautioned her how to handle them. She also got a kick out of aiming my hose when I peed.
She’d felt and tasted many ejaculations but never watched one. It was a safe time of month so she jacked me off with my cock aimed at her pussy. I rubbed her to a climax using my semen as lube. I was urged to coat my finger and put it inside her. She got off on having sperm in her for the first time. Another time I jacked off with the head right up against her vaginal opening, just spreading open her inner lips as my semen spurted inside her and flowed down towards her womb. Then I rubbed her clit with it until she climaxed. I watched her struggle with wanting my cock to deliver it deep versus remaining a virgin, even though she just barely was.
When we heard Jackie stagger in Vicki greeted her at the door with, “Your husband hasn’t been neglected. I was glad to help out.” And then she left us alone.
I had to help my wife to the shower. Before she fell asleep she said it had been amazing and she’d tell me in the morning.
To summarize what I heard: There was Mark and three other guys who also worked at the resort. It was simply a gangbang. Anyone who had a hard on and found her pussy empty shoved it in. She completely lost count but figured each guy must have fucked her at least three times. She seemed to cum with every one too. They all LOVED her big saggy tits. One or two guys would often be messing with them while someone else was pumping her pussy. Made her feel real proud of her “girls”.
Near midnight she said she had to get back to her husband. Mark walked her to our cabin. Her only real regret was that I didn’t see her doing this and dip my dick into her slutty slit from time to time.
She was glad that I had company. Made her feel it wasn’t so one-sided even though I didn’t get pussy. Cocks belonged in pussies. That’s what nature intended.
We couldn’t screw until late the next day because her pussy was sore. When we did, it was very tender and loving though. She told me quite emphatically that would NEVER happen again. She wouldn’t promise that her pussy was off limits to another guy, but NO groups like that. It was incredibly female to be draining so many cocks into her vagina, but enough was enough.
We made plans to go back there the next year. Mark called and wanted Jackie to come to his apartment in the meantime but she declined. Our sex life was great. She was so experimental and expressive now which made for a lot of fun together. Even our kids noticed how much more in love we were.
The next time at the resort was different. Jackie had decided to explore sex with older men who probably needed it more than the young studs from last summer. I was fine with that, especially since Vicki was there too.
My young friend thought she’d met “Mr. Right” and had given up her pussy cherry. After a few months it become obvious that he was “Mr. Right Now”. Although she was still dating him until a good replacement came along, she was very happy to see me and got my hard shaft “where nature intended” as soon and as often as possible. Much better than her ass, as nice as that was. She thought it was kind of kinky that the cock I was putting in her had been in the same other pussy that her brother fucked. He’d wanted to bang her but she refused. He got enough anyway.
While Jackie was out screwing seniors in the afternoon, Vicki and I would go out in the water, or on a hike, and copulate whenever and wherever we had the inclination. In the evenings I’d catch up with my wicked wife and Vicki would associate with her peers. I asked her if any of them turned her on and she admitted that one guy several years older than her had been hanging around a lot. I jokingly asked if he was “hung” and she laughed and said “Yes”.
After I reminded her that, as far as I knew, she was a free agent, her curiosity got the better of her reluctance and they went to the beach during a bonfire evening. I’d noticed her leaving, and when she returned went to talk to her.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked rather directly.
Vicki gave me a sexy smile, “It felt very good and I like him, but it wasn’t like with you.”
“Of course it wasn’t. You can’t expect it to be. Just ask Jackie. Sex is different with each partner. That’s what makes it so interesting. You are not at all like her and I enjoy you both. A wise minister once told me that you should try something three times before you decide if you like it or not. Give him a couple of more ‘goes’ before you make up your mind.”
The next afternoon Vicki reported that she’d screwed him that morning and it was more comfortable the second time. I, in return, told her that her blond-furred box was even sexier since I knew another cock had been in it. I wanted her report after any beach trip during the bonfires.
It was so cool. Vicki and I could be in bed when Jackie came to the cabin after screwing the brains out of an older guy who hadn’t had a good piece in years. She’d just slide in on the other side of me from Vicki and start talking. One time she even reached for my pecker and it was still inside my teenage lover. She knew what to do with a pussy and got Vicki off with her fingers while I soaked there. Wow, what a feeling! The two of them became good friends and would talk girl stuff all the time.
Jackie mentioned fixing up our oldest son with Vicki but I vetoed that as too weird if they had sex, which was likely knowing Vicki. He would be eighteen next year so maybe we would bring him to the resort. Depended a lot on how mature he was by then. Not physically but emotionally. Fucking here was like being in a different world than your everyday life. At least that’s how we compartmentalized it. We wouldn’t do any of this stuff at home, we agreed.
During our week there, Jacki fucked four senior men aged 50 to 70 and as often as they could do it. They loved her hairy pussy and big saggy tits. Even if they couldn’t get it up they’d mess with her tits and pussy with hands and mouths, showering her with compliments all the while. She “made their days” and that felt very good to her.
I’d learned to appreciate slipping into her pussy as soon as possible after another guy had juiced it up. These older men didn’t fill it like Mark and his buddies had but who’s complaining? My wicked wife would tell me something interesting about her most recent sperm collecting. Like the two brothers that were sharing a cabin and shared her pussy now. They had team fucked before so she had a great time.
I got lots of well-used wife twat, and Vicki’s young and getting-used one too. My youthful protégé told me she wasn’t going to mess with young guys back home from now on. She appreciated experienced men a lot more and would keep a diary to share with me next year.
Vicki had a request to make of me. She came there with her parents each year. Her mom, Brenda, had gone through early menopause and was having issues somewhat like Jackie’s. They had talked and she was fascinated with my marital relationship. She’d only had sex with her husband so had that curiosity pushing her too. He was OK with anything that would spice up their conjugal relations. I’d met her at a bonfire. She was about fifteen years older than me, a somewhat stout redhead with still firm, rather pointy tits and a nice ass. Quite attractive, like her daughter, with an engaging personality. You know I agreed to “break her in”.
Already being naked helped a lot. No surprises there. I asked her to go hiking and found out what kind of beer she liked. We took a blanket and a small cooler with lunch.
I knew an overlook on a hilltop that was screened on three sides. We were a bit winded when we finished the climb so we spread out the blanket and popped some beers. I broke the ice by asking her favorite sex position. She wasn’t used to talking about such things so took a bit to ponder and reply.
“I usually do it on my back. It hasn’t been happening much lately although being here does get my husband more riled up. I guess seeing all the other naked women helps.”
I kept asking, “Do you look at other guys?”
“Sometimes, but they are usually soft so that isn’t too interesting. My daughter has seen more hard ones than I have recently.”
I offered, “Well, there’s one right here for you to get acquainted with. How do you get your husband’s hard?”
“I usually just touch and rub it. That seems to be enough most of the time.”
“And if it isn’t, do you suck it?”
“Hardly ever. I’m not sure how.”
I got on my knees and said, “I’d be glad to teach you right now”.
She was a good student and I finally had to stop her before I shot my seed before I wanted to.
Brenda grinned, “That was more fun than I thought. What now, Mr. Teacher?”
“Does your husband ever use his mouth on your lower lips?”
“Never!”
Positioning her on her back and propped up on her elbows so she could see the action, I gave her crimson furred twat a thorough workout. Two orgasms which made her yell, “OH MY GOD! WONDERFUL!” and so on. A brand new experience for her. Made me very happy too.
After she caught her breath and we had lunch and another beer, I asked, grinning, “So far we haven’t had sex by some definitions. Are you ready to become a wanton wife?” She nodded and started fondling my dick. “I’m going to start in your usual position but want to change to some others before I shoot my sperm deep inside you.” As I expected, that last thought gave her a big shiver.
She was soaking with anticipation and the oral, so sliding in deep on the first stroke was easy. She gasped, “It feels different!”
“Of course. Everyone’s body is different so your pussy is designed to accommodate a wide range of sizes and shapes.”
She was taller than Jackie so I could easily suck and nibble on her nipples as I stroked. That got her off again but not as strongly. She murmured, “I didn’t know I could come so much.”
I rolled her on her side and did her scissor style for a while then put her on top. We even managed that without disengaging, which surprised her. I held her hips and guided their motions in three dimensions which is one of the advantages of cowgirl. I finally urged her to ride me vigorously and shot my wad as she gasped and shook with another climax.
We napped and I took her from behind spoon style which she had never done. I showed her to diddle herself while I was embedded.
As we walked back to the resort I told her to go to her husband and reassure him how much she loved him. Share what we had done gradually, first by screwing him differently and later telling him about it when he was ready. Before we left the privacy of the woods she stopped and gave me a big kiss, saying, “I know why my daughter likes you so much. I thank you very much. Can we do this again soon?”
My reply was, “I really like you too and know that you will be a better lover for your husband. It’s better that you focus completely on him for a while. Remember I’m your teacher, not your lover. Maybe another time we can get together so I can check on your progress. I’d like that too.”
Every time I saw her I got a big smile and a nod. From her husband too.
When I look back at the last two years, I have to say “Mission Accomplished”. I now have a wife who fully enjoys her sexuality and uses her huge hangers as an important part of that. Her mature body is something to be proud of and let others admire. She has learned how to enjoy sex with other men and have that enhance our own eroticism, not harm it. The difference between ‘fucking’ and ‘making love’ has been defined for both of us. She even enjoys my extramarital sexual adventures.
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I know these hills like the back of my hand. I grew up not too far away, and every summer my Dad and I would go up there, into the national forest, by ourselves. I was eleven when we first went up there. He had given me my first hunting bow the Christmas before, and taken me hunting in those woods every summer since then. We'd spend weeks together hunting, without ever seeing another soul. We'd lay out trails and blaze them, far from the tracks that most of the other hunters and hikers used....
Frank wasn't lost, because he knew where he was, and how to get back- but he didn't want to even think about returning yet. He was out here by choice, three weeks walk into the wilderness of the Canadian coast range- The last sign of another person he had seen was a trappers line, and a trail leading to an unseen cabin, sixteen days before. He sighed contentedly, and adjusted the straps of his backpack. The frozen ground made his journey possible, because the numerous creeks, swamps, muskeg...
by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing. NOTE: I detest the “N” word, however viewing this story without the use of the “N” word, the story did not show the true prejudice of the wife. Rachael was southern born and raised that black people were inferior to white. Her husband has spent years since their marriage to change her mind. That deep southern bigotry, instilled...
Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
Foreword.It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.But, for a large slice of the...
BDSMIt is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave. But, for a large slice of the...
"What were ye doing?" A stern voice cried, and the woman helped Abigail to her feet. "What were ye up to? Silly lass. Nearly got yourself killed." Abigail swayed slightly as she stood on her feet and the woman parked Abigail on a garden wall. "I'm fine," Abigail muttered, but the woman told her to stay there while she parked the car out of the middle of the road, and then escorted the teenage girl some stairs for a "cup of tea." Abigail's foot hurt, and her ankle was sore. She...
ABIGAIL MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY On Wednesday afternoon at the private school, Abigail could be found in the gymnasium with the three physical education teachers. Lori Johnson, Bart Wilson and Gary Thornton were naked and coupled together on an exercise mat. Gary had his stiff dick buried in Abigail’s incredible sexy student as Lori munched on the teen’s tasty pussy. Bart with his cock in Abigail’s mouth waited patiently for his turn at her marvelous ass. Abigail was on all fours with Lori beneath...
This is my first try… Leave comments to what you think could be improved! * * * It was six oclock on Friday night when Abigail began to make her way down the street towards the OLachlan house. She grumbled under her breath. There were plenty of things that she would rather be doing on a Friday night that didnt involve babysitting two teenage brats. Her mother had pressured her into babysitting the OLachlans kids, though Abigail didnt see why they needed babysitting. The oldest, Jacob, was...
Copyright Otto26, 2007 * The dungeon corridors had very low ceilings, such that Abigail was forced to bow her head. The torch of the guard in front of her danced in the puddled water on the rough-hewn stone floor and left thick ropes of smoke that quickly blended into the darkness. Even in the relative warmth of the Hungarian spring the tunnels were cold and the sound of coughing echoed through them. Abigail pressed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and shivered for a moment within her...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments are welcome. * * * * * I had just finished a partnership meeting when Jeff came up to me. ‘Mike, you are a hypnotist, right?’ He was towering over me as he said that. I am tall, but Jeff is gigantic. He is a six foot eight, former basketball player. He was also a terrific salesman. Jeff has been...
I have received several emails asking if I am a hypnotist. Yes, I am. My stories are based on facts (and fantasy) but are not actual occurrences. Everything depicted is possible. Questions or comments welcome. * * * * * Jeff was very content for about two weeks. I was finishing a sales meeting when Jeff, looking puzzled, said to me: ”Would you talk to Abigail. She has been acting strange lately and I think it has something to do with the hypnosis thing.” “How has she been acting strange?” ...
Abigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail’s co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail’s signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she never left a space between that and her family name. Most of Abigail’s friends would not have been surprised at this open secret, because they...
Moira opened the door and walked over to a table clicking her fingers and calling for her sister. Abigail scowled as she came over. "What d'ya want?" "Ah ya cannae talk tae customers like t'at?" Moira shouted, and Abigail glanced over towards Pauline. "Ah'll have a pot of tea and a slice of cake. Abigail picked up her pad and walked over to the till, ringing through the cost and printing out the receipt. Pauline snapped at her for talking to Moira like she did and Abigail poured hot...
"Come on," Lisa pleaded and Alistair shook his head. "OK we'll be good to ya, won't we Abigail? Abigail wanna say sorry." The flamboyant teenage girl nodded, and Lisa begged the teenage boy to join them, but he shook his head. "I cannae leave the shop. Not 'til my Dad gets back." "We're wasting our time," Abigail moaned. "And I wanted to help." He winced as Abigail spoke and he wiped his eyes. "I wanna but ah can't." Abigail pursed her lips and rolled her eyes....
Abigail cried as she fell backwards off of the wall but landed in the soft arms of her ex-boyfriend. He stared up at her and cackled gently. "Caught ya." "What d'ya want?" He put his hands underneath her legs and pulled them over the low wall and then righted her. "Ya bloody frightened me." "To share this," he told her and pulled out a small baker's bag from his pocket. She rolled her eyes, and he put his hand in hers. "And a walk." She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised...
=== She had thought that pole dancing was only for strippers, and that as a feminist she should object to it, but her friends kept telling her that it was great for fitness, a genuine skilled artform, and that it made them feel really empowered. Sceptical but interested, Abigail searched online, and found an advertisement for “Pole Dancing for Feminists”, which sounded like the sort of thing she was after. Classes were Wednesdays at 7 pm. She attended her first one, and found herself in a...
WARNING: This story contains extreme racist scenes and slurs. This story takes place in the south before the civil war and is about a Caucasian girl dominating two Afro-Americans. In this story you may find racist slurs and the N-word used frequently. This is only to make the story more realistic and NOT to alienate or offend people of colorABIGAIL’S TWO DAY GIFTApril 10, 1862, Huntsville, AlabamaIt was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining in the sky and everywhere on the plantation...
If it hadn't been obvious before, it was now; Abigail and Mike were an item. There were a few raised eyebrows, but on the whole, the verdict was 'good for them' and 'Abigail obviously has something going for her'. They spent every moment together that they could; at Uni, or at one or other of their homes, but most of the time they were working or talking, though not entirely without some cuddling and kissing. The key to any successful relationship is communication, but Abigail and Mike...
Margaret knocked stoutly on the door to the flat and Abigail let her in. "Just checkin' you're all right," Margaret told her, putting a bag down on the floor, as Abigail looked alarmed. Margaret looked the young girl up and down, dressed in just a long T-Shirt and Abigail nodded. "Fine," muttered the teenage girl. "What ya up to?" Abigail held out a book. "Readin'," "Most of them are my old books," Margaret muttered. "This used to be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw...
I've been jerking off all night to Twitter bitches, but I recently came across a porn star on Twitter that I've seen in many videos that made me jizz my fucking pants. If you're not using Twitter to follow porn stars, I don't know what the fuck you're doing. If you didn't know, Twitter lets adult creators post NFSFW content like Reddit. Of course, they do this to gain fans, but you can use this to get more fap sessions out of the day! Why would you just use Twitter to look at dumb-ass trending...
Twitter Porn AccountsAbigail was gorgeous. Everything I ever looked for in a woman. She was a young college student, around 19-20 years old. She had long tan legs, the absolute perfect figure, long, curly blonde hair and the prettiest baby blue eyes. Only problem Abigail had was that she was married, as was I too. Abigail and John lived next door to us. John was your typical douchebag husband, my wife would notice the different girls he would sneak in and out of their house and Abigail Finally had enough. I...
"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table. "You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned. "Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup....
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine." "Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better." "No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening. "'Cause I ain't fat like you."...
Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner." "Partner?" "Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body. "Hey, no more...
Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school, biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading intently from books. Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book, taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond. It was the...
"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head. "Not past the first," she muttered. "Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times." "That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" "She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat...
"It's nice," Simon conceded as he returned to the lounge. "Just one thing missin'," he told her with a grin. "A naked Abigail." "Yeah, and on me knees with me face in ya lap..." Abigail told him with a smile. "I ain't that easy." "Well..." She looked at him and he pursed his lips. "Lisa said you wanted to run a sex school for desperate young men." The teenager laughed loudly. "Not quite," she moaned. "But ... well." She walked into the kitchen, and he followed her as...
Their reconciliation marked the beginning of a perfect summer. There were very few days they weren't together, though some of them were taken up with study. Mike took Abigail to Norton Aerodrome at Lightwood. A former barrage-balloon site, it had been taken over by the Council as a driver-training centre, where, for a small fee a potential learner driver could be taken to acquire the rudiments of vehicle handling. It was also used for CBT, the training now required of would-be motor-cyclists...
Abigail was both excited and nervous; she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone clothes shopping with her mother and for several years she'd got by with a combination of generic jeans – not form-fitting ones – and loose jumpers and hoodies. They rode into town on the bus. "Now, love," her mother said, "I don't think you want to be trendy, do you? Tell me if I'm wrong, but you'd like ... what was his name, Mike? ... to see you as an attractive young woman, but you don't really...
Abigail had felt shy about meeting her parents when she got in the house. Her mother had 'accidentally' emerged from her room heading for the bathroom just at the right moment to meet her. "Good night, love?" The smile on her daughter's face was enough answer, but; "Lovely, thanks, Mum." "'Night, then. Sleep well!" And she did ... tired, even drained, but content, dreaming of love's embrace. Thursday morning, mid-morning she was in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee in front...
I walk in the park most mornings, weather permitting. I walk alone but usually see familiar faces. Not that I know the people, just people that, like me, walk there regularly. I give some of the people names like Big Tits, Big Ugly, etc.Big Tits, is my favorite. She is a lady, I would guess in her forties, with a nice torso, but very slim hips and legs. But, man, those tits are huge. Makes we drool.The walking trail goes around athletic fields including a fenced baseball complex and numerous...
TabooSherise was not a happy bunny. She'd thought she'd sorted Abigail, but here they were, obviously even closer than they had been, their body language proclaiming to anyone who had the eyes to see that they were intimate. What made it worse was the emotion in Abigail's expression when she looked at Sherise ... pity. She had no right to pity Sherise; just because she'd picked up one of her discards, even if Sherise had been intending to claim him back once he'd gained a proper understanding...
There was a knock on the front door of the terraced house and Abigail looked up. "Not fer me," she muttered and stared at Moira and her parents sat around the table. Moira groaned and threw her fork down on the plate, striding down the small hall and flinging open the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira, please. Ah wanna spa'k to you." She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried....
How strange to watch my sons ogling the nude women gyrating on the stage, muttering little comments as they celebrated John's last night of freedom. I had never heard of a bachelor party like this, but it had a certain wholesomeness, I supposed. The way I was raised, this was a den of iniquity. For them, seven in all, not counting me, it was a night club. For me, I kept thinking the girls were young enough to be my daughters, which brought a bit of a pang to my heart, since mine had died...
Sara Jean hadn't been waiting long when Kirk the Realtor pulled up in his BMW. The tall, immaculately groomed man practically leapt from the car, walking quickly, hand extended, all the while flashing that toothy, brilliant smile that Sara Jean was sure he practiced for hours at a time each night. "Sara... ," he purred. "Sara Jean," she mentally corrected. " ... are you excited?" he asked as he performed the old 'grip and grin'. Despite her reflexive dislike for him, she was...
Abigail nervously fidgeted on the doorstep of the plush house of her ex as figures inside moved towards the door. She put her hands in her pockets and waited in the light drizzle. Simon answered it and stared at the wet teenager. "Come in," he offered and even cracked a wry smile. She paused briefly and, feeling disarmed by his smile, walked in. "I want to say sorry," she offered, and he gave a little grunt. "I must be losin' my touch," he told her. "'Cause I ain't had a girl...
When I saw those tits I was absolutely speechless. My niece, Madison, had brought a girlfriend, Emily, home with her from school that day. This was the girl’s mother here to pick her daughter up and was she ever built. Her name was Cynthia and she sure looked sweet enough to eat. I just had to invite her in so that I could spend more time staring at her enormous tits. I offered her a glass of wine and invited her and her daughter to stay for dinner. I told her that I was a gourmet chef in...
My face was pushed up against the rough wall while I could feel their hands moving over my body. I knew it was only a dream but I couldn't make myself wake up. Their hands were pulling at my clothes, exposing my naked body to the cold night air. My tits were being squeezed so hard that I cried out in pain. I suppose it was the pain that woke me in the end and I opened my eyes to stare up at the ceiling. Lying beside me, still softly snoring, was my husband, I wanted to wake him and tell him of...
I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed no suspicion that I’d done anything while she was sleeping. I was so ashamed of what I’d done that I...
LesbianSo, where do I start....well, I guess it began about a week before:"Jessica why are you bringing me such slutty clothes? You know I don't want to wear them!" Abigail said to her friend and college roommate, in the changing room at the clothes store, staring into the mirror at the whore outfit she'd been forced to try on. "Because we're going out dancing? To have fun? Remember having fun?!" Jessica replied teasingly. Jess was blonde, a real definition of a bimbo, she had perky D cup breasts, a...
My worries began slowly at first then speeded up - friends and workmates were settling into long term relationships in ever increasing numbers. If the trend continued I would soon be the only singleton left sitting at some sad singles bar. Saturday night and I was at home! - alone, feeling sorry for self, listening to Miyuu (what else?), researching; how do bisexual people cope in a long term relationship...all this while couples were sitting on sofas together and binge watching a...
MY PORN TIMELINE...NEARLY 3 DECADES OF PORNI was first exposed to pornography when I was in the first or second grade. I found a magazine clipping at a neighbors house underneath their couch when we were playing. That's got to be the stupidest hiding spot I've ever seen. It probably wasn't Christy Canyon, but I definitely remember big tits and hairy bush.Shortly thereafter I discovered the softcore porn on the movie channels late at night. I would sit and stare with a rock solid prepubescent...
I sat at a coffee shop in Bronte. The salt air fresh and clean and the weather pleasantly warm. I sat waiting for my prey, the very willing prey that I had met online. I spotted them from a distance coming across from the beach. I spotted Melissa first, a luscious lady in her 40s, her blonde hair billowing in the seabreeze. Even from such a distance her tits looked magnificent. I knew from the photos they were DD. Her husband James was by her side. As they approached I took in Melissa more...
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TikTok Porn Sites**For the intended experience, make sure to click "Start Game" and make sure to avoid repeating chapters in a single play through.** The small village of Hillbend was utterly unremarkable. Proving to be a small farming hamlet, but near enough to a lake to provide some decent fishing as well. The Duke caring little for it's inhabitants, provided they continue to pay their taxes. But none-the-less, Hillbend is where our tale begins with the birth of a girl named Abigail. Born to a couple of...
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