I wake up one morning and
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"Damn it, John, do you really have to be a walking, talking, driving cliché? The road isn't even paved anymore ... where the hell are we?"
John had known the silence was drawing to an end. Historically, his sister could only hold her tongue for so long and, once she'd crossed her arms over her ample chest, he'd known the quiet would soon be interrupted.
He clasped the steering wheel tighter. "We're not lost--just a little turned around. We'll hit a town soon."
"Yeah, well, you'd better ask for directions the first chance you get so I can stop staring at acres and acres of identical trees."
He knew he shouldn't take the bait, yet he did. "Or what? What are you going to do, Greta? You know what was the best look for you? When you had the red spikes in your hair--like horns. It allowed people to get a head start."
"What I'm going to do is call Dad and tell him you screwed up ... again." Greta reached for her purse.
"We can't even get any radio stations to play ... good luck getting a signal."
"We'll see," she said, pulling out her phone. After several seconds, she tossed the cell over her shoulder and into the backseat in disgust. John fought back a smirk.
"Gah! I still don't know what this stupid field trip is going to accomplish," she said. "Want to sing 'Over the river and through the woods' ... goth style?"
He explained once again--even though they both knew the answer. "Dad thinks that seeing the grandchildren she disinherited will move our grandmother. Maybe he's right--since you washed the blue streaks out of your hair, you come across as pretty innocent ... until you speak."
"Fuck you!"
He began to chuckle. His sister really did look innocent, wearing a sedate summer dress and with her hair back to its natural blonde, but she still had the vocabulary of a sailor.
Greta seemed to be fighting back her own laughter, but then her expression became sober. "John--you know dad isn't looking out for us anymore, right? It's all about Lily ... he's worried she'll leave him if he can't support her. If he still cared about us, he'd have shown some interest in the last couple years."
Their step-mother was a real alpha bitch--no doubt about it. Marriage to her had altered their once-loving father. For a few years John found himself hating all women just a little, thinking them all capable of using their bodies to manipulate a man. Recently, he'd come to the conclusion that a guy who'd let his dick do his thinking deserved what he got.
"I know," he answered. "I figure we still owe the old man a few things from before Lily got her hooks into him. If it works, you'll have money for your band and I'll have money for the restaurant. It's worth a day or two of kissing up to some old woman."
"Sure, if we actually get there in one piece," Greta said, but with no real animosity in her tone this time. He understood--she was not alone in feeling better about saying what they both had been thinking.
He'd never let his sister know it, but he trusted her instincts. She had a way of knowing things. When their mother had become ill, Greta had seemed to know from the beginning that she wouldn't rebound. Or the first time they saw Lily: Greta had just seemed to know that she was no good, even though she'd looked like sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth. Greta underplayed her knack though, pointing out that most of the time she was just as in the dark as everyone else.
Suddenly, a deer appeared in the middle of the road. John swerved to avoid it, and the next thing he knew he felt a jolt as they went off the side of the road and down a sharp incline. They narrowly missed a row of trees as the car came to a halt, pitching both of them forward. Only then did he have time to feel fear.
"Jesus, Greta, are you okay?" he asked, looking at his sister.
She inhaled and slowly blew it out before answering. "Yeah, you?"
He gave a ragged sigh. "You mean, with the exception of knowing that deer is somewhere laughing its ass off and telling all her friends that she bagged a big one?"
"I bet Lily's car has airbags."
"I'll take that bet," he said, looking behind them. "I'd also bet that there's no chance of getting out of this ditch on our own." He felt frustration boiling up. "You might as well bitch me out right now."
"I'll save it for later. How 'bout that? I'll call you at 3am a month from now, and really let you have it." Greta unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into the back seat, apparently to give her phone one last try. John felt tender toward his sister at that moment: a strange brew of thrilled that she was okay and glad that she wasn't in the process of ripping him a new asshole--even if it was, in part, due to bitching out her useless cell phone instead. "Yeah, right! 'Can you hear me now?' my ass! No, I can't hear you now, you nerdy freak!"
"Hey, Greta, wanna go for a walk?" he asked, sounding resigned.
They changed into more comfortable shoes and got out of the car. Greta started up the incline, but John stopped, noticing a trail.
Greta protested. "That will lead us into the woods. I want out of the woods."
"Hear me out. We haven't seen a house for miles, and there's no sign of anything but more road and more trees on the horizon. A trail has to lead somewhere, right? A trail is bound to be shorter than a road--it's a path for people to get from point A to point B on foot."
Greta stared at him for several seconds, considering his words, and then her own. "If we do stay on the road a car might come by."
"When was the last time there was a car? Though I suppose there's a chance." Greta could be right and he'd already gotten them lost once. If they went with her plan and it went to hell, at least they'd be even. There was also Greta's occasional party trick of knowing things she wasn't supposed to know. "Okay, road it is," he finally offered.
Greta sighed. A wrinkle appeared in the center of her forehead. "Know what? Just grab the flashlight in case it gets dark and let's do the damned path."
It figures, he thought, grabbing the flashlight and taking huge strides to catch up with his sister. Maybe later they could have a debate over whether the sky was blue or plaid--whichever one he chose, Greta would choose the other one.
They were silent for several minutes as they walked along the path--no sounds but their feet scuffing against the natural debris. Light filtered through the trees, dappling everything it touched, and John could hear small animals scurrying through the brush. Despite their predicament, John felt his stress ebb away at the beauty around them and, as near as he could tell, Greta felt the same.
Soon they began to talk, joking and speaking in phrases that only they would understand: the language of siblings. Neither of them noticed they had strayed off the path until they were boxed in on three sides.
After a brief argument over whose idea it was to take the path, and whose fault it was that they veered off the path, Greta said, "Whatever! What now?"
"Track back--what else?"
After a few minutes it became clear they were lost twice over. John turned to his sister in an attempt to come up with a new plan of action, only to find that she was crying. As he wrapped his arms around her he couldn't help but be amazed at how she could piss him off one minute and a moment later bring out every protective instinct he possessed.
"C'mon, it's going to be okay. We'll figure this out," he said, stroking her hair, and trying to comfort her.
She pulled back and looked at him with huge blues eyes which matched his own. "You can't know that. We could just go in circles forever, and it's going to get dark soon. Remember when we'd go on family trips to Grandma and for a joke Dad would turn out the headlights, and we'd all scream? It's going to be dark like that!" She brushed away a tear with the back of her hand and, in that moment, looked much younger than her age.
"There are still a few hours. We'll probably find a way out by then and, even if we have to spend a night in the woods, I'd never let anything happen to you." He hoped he sounded convincing.
They walked on, trying to make note of landmarks and stopping only to dine on berries. As the day went on, the same scenes which had before been peaceful and relaxing felt ominous, the scurrying of animals seemed sinister, and bugs were showing up in droves. He could see Greta's nerves fraying as she swatted mosquito after mosquito. He tried to keep his stride confident while figuring out what the safest plan was for sleeping in the woods--other than "don't."
Greta touched his arm, looking to her right. "That way," she said, sounding sure as she pointed and headed off without waiting. Again, he found himself following his sister. He assumed she'd heard something or had an intuition, but he couldn't help noticing she'd looked none too happy. It was as if she were about to begin a much needed, but unpleasant, task and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. It was the same way she'd walked up to their mother's casket.
He stopped short for a moment as they came to a clearing with a little house; goats and sheep grazed on deep green grass. The sight was jarring in contrast to where they had been and instantly made John feel ridiculous for his earlier concern. He began concocting a version of the story where he'd not been the least bit worried and knew everything would turn out fine--and that he'd known Greta was worrying for nothing.
The house was small, cozy-looking, and in excellent shape for being in the middle of the woods. As they approached the door, John looked around, seeing no clear path. The dwelling seemed to be completely isolated, though for all they knew they were close to a town. There was the smell of something delicious cooking behind the door.
Greta knocked on the door, looking strangely solemn, and they waited for several seconds before it opened. John had speculated that the owner would be some modern-day Grizzly Adams, or else an old woman resembling one he'd once read about who lived alone on an island for 40 years. What he wasn't expecting was for the owner to be relatively young and quite beautiful.
She had to be approaching middle-age, as indicated by a few strands of grey in her wavy black hair, and by the beginnings of wrinkles around eyes the color of emeralds, but she was still stunning. She looked pleased to see them, but not at all surprised. She smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth.
"Visitors. Delightful. I was just making stew ... come in."
John looked at Greta, who shrugged. They followed the woman and saw a one-room cottage with minimal furnishings and a huge fireplace where the stew was cooking. There was a surprisingly large bed in the corner--reminding John he was pretty tired--and a ladder that reached to what appeared to be a loft. The only covering on the wood floor was a large, worn rug.
The woman went to stir the pot, and John couldn't help but notice the shapeliness of her behind through her thin, worn dress.
"Ma'am," John said to the woman's back, "we were lost in the woods and ... do you have a working phone or a way to get to a town?"
The woman turned around. "Stew will be done soon. I'm sure you're both starving. Of course you were lost, dear, but--in the words of the song--now you're found! You would be surprised how many lost people end up here. No phone."
John thought that strange. It seemed like finding her cabin would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Unless...
"Then we're close to a town?" he asked.
"No, I cannot say that's true--at least not close enough to be going anywhere tonight. I'll try to be a good hostess even though what I have to offer is humble."
"Oh no! It's lovely," said Greta. "We weren't trying to say there was anything wrong with your home. It's cozy, and what a beautiful view! We didn't want to put you out at all. I'm Greta Ostrander and this is my brother, John."
"I'm Rabea." The woman held a slender hand out to each of them. As her hand lingered in his own, he noticed the ring she wore--it seemed to be encrusted with many sparkling jewels, and completely out of place. He had the incongruous thought that in the position they were in, they could play Ring-Around-The-Rosy.
She let go and John felt strangely bereft as the warmth of her skin was taken away. "Are you by any chance twins? You both have the same big blue eyes and blonde hair."
Greta laughed. "No, John's two years older. Not twins--just pure Scandinavian. John's name is really Johannes," she said, sounding for all the world like a little sister trying to get a rise out of her brother.
"A pleasure to meet both of you."
Greta looked around the small cabin. "Do you live here alone? That would have to be scary at night!" she said with a certain amount of wide-eyed interest.
"Anything that comes around is more scared of me than the other way around," Rabea said with a laugh. "Why don't I make you both a little snack of gingerbread and root beer and you can cool off in the spring behind the house?"
John, no fan of gingerbread or root beer, almost said he'd prefer to wait for dinner--until he heard Greta's stomach growl in the quiet of the cabin. It had been a long day, and he knew she hadn't had breakfast. He also didn't want to seem ungracious.
The spring seemed like a good idea, too. He was pretty damned tired and was afraid that, hungry or not, he would pass out in his stew. Looking back, he realized that he had heard the sound of bubbling water earlier.
Greta offered to stay in the cabin, helping with dinner, but Rabea would hear none of it. John smiled at how, even after two years of being in a goth band and doing God-Knows-What, his sister remembered the manners their mother had taught them.
As Rabea gathered their snack, he found himself watching her again. Living there and being self-sufficient had obviously kept her in fine shape. When he glanced at Greta, he found her was silently laughing, having witnessed his perusal. She looked him in the eye and mouthed the word, "pig." He smiled and shrugged.
He noticed Greta kept looking at something on the ceiling of the loft, and John followed her gaze. Across the thick beams there was yarn woven into an elaborate pattern like a spider's web.
"Hoping to catch flies?" John joked when he noticed Rabea looking at them.
"Something like that," was their hostess's reply. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister shiver. He looked over at her, questioning her with his eyes, but she smiled apologetically and shrugged.
They headed out to the spring with their root beer in tin cups, each with a thick slice of gingerbread. Greta munched along happily, and in the two minutes it took to get to the spring her piece was gone. John handed his to her, noting the crumbs around her mouth. She thanked him with a small belch.
"Niiice manners." He gazed at the clear spring with the water bubbling toward the surface. "Since we don't have bathing suits, how are we going to do this?"
"We could strip down to our underwear and then afterward slip into our clothes, letting our 'unmentionables' dry on that rock over there," Greta suggested around mouthfuls of gingerbread. "This is delicious! You drinking the root beer?"
He turned his empty tin cup upside down and echoed her earlier belch. The root beer had been surprisingly tasty and he'd gulped it down. "Sorry. Hey, I thought of something weird. It's summer..."
"That's odd alright."
"Shut-up. What I mean is that it was pretty warm even in the shade of the forest and we've been sweating all day..."
"You're saying asking us to use the spring was a not-so-subtle hint."
"Could have been. But here's the thing: the cabin wasn't that hot at all--even with a fireplace that you could use as a parking garage." He took a sip of root beer and, finding it surprisingly tasty, quickly gulped down the rest.
Greta's brow wrinkled. "Hey, you're right. Maybe because of the proximity to the spring?"
"Okay, that could make sense," John said. He wasn't sure if it did make sense, but what did he know about springs? There had to be a logical explanation, and that seemed to work as well as anything.
Greta set aside her empty cup and lifted her dress over her head. Even though what she wore was no more revealing than a bathing suit, he averted his eyes and slipped out of his own clothes.
The bubbles tickled and Greta began giggling. John had to admit it felt invigorating after the long day. After a few minutes he looked over and noticed his sister was rather flushed, even in the chill of the spring. She was also staring at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing, nothing."
"You were staring--is there something bothering you?"
"Other than being lost because you can't follow directions?" she snapped, sounding defensive.
John didn't think he would ever get used to his sister's mood swings. He'd had a long day too, which explained why he splashed water in her face. Soon it became a full-fledged water fight which left them both soaked. Finally they settled down.
"Greta? Is there something weird going on here? Something I don't see, but you do? You were acting really ... odd in the woods."
Greta didn't speak for several seconds. "I had a weird feeling--like I knew the way to the cabin, and I was scared about going there, but with every step I took it seemed a little better."
"So it's all okay?"
"What's it like for you, going on a roller coaster?"
"What in the hell are you talking about?" he asked at her abrupt change of topic.
Greta looked into John's eyes. "For me, it's really scary. I know that as safe as it all seems, things happen ... things go wrong. But then, well, it stops being scary and becomes exciting ... or maybe it's both--scary and exhilarating. You've committed yourself to it and they can't stop the ride. You've given up your power for the moment, and it's freeing."
John looked around at the peaceful surroundings and the little cottage. "This is a roller coaster?"
He noticed his sister was massaging and stroking herself in an idle way. He knew she must be sore, but still he couldn't help thinking that her fingers lingering along the top of her bra or along her inner thigh was not something he should really be seeing. Maybe it was not the massage so much as the strange gleam in her eyes that, on another woman, he might label as arousal. He knew that was crazy--Greta was just sore and tired.
"Maybe not, but I was scared and I'm still a little scared, and there is not a damned thing I can do about it." Her fingers made lazy circles by the elastic waist of her panties.
"You're not saying Rabea is dangerous?" He laughed. She seemed strong and self-sufficient, but a serious threat? No way.
"I'm saying that it doesn't matter either way--we're here. For the time being, we have no control over where the ride goes."
When they exited the spring, John noticed that Greta's nipples were jutting out against the material of her bra. He caught himself staring before he realized what he was doing. Greta noticed his stare but merely smiled. He quickly looked away and changed into his clothes. When he looked again, he noticed that the thin dress was not much better cover. In fact, with the setting sun behind her, the fabric was near-transparent. He had the strange feeling she knew that.
"Let's go see if dinner is done," he said, rushing toward the house.
Rabea was setting the small table when they entered. There were three tall red candles in the center of the table and a large red stone in the center of it all. She turned and looked at them. "You both look refreshed. Did you enjoy the spring?"
"Mmm, yes, it was terrific!" Greta answered for both of them.
"Have a seat, please--both of you. Did you enjoy your snack?"
"I did! So much that I ate poor John's gingerbread too!" Greta said as each of them picked a chair.
Rabea frowned for a moment, her face darkening, and then, just as John was beginning to process that, her expression cleared. "Oh, what a shame. Your sister was a Greedy Greta!" Rabea joked, "You'll have to try my spiced wine, John, and this time perhaps your sister gets none!"
Greta laughed. "Aww, not even a sip?"
"Oh, maybe a sip!"
Rabea set a bowl of steaming stew in front of each of them, and John again made note of the comfortable temperature of the cabin. She next presented each of them with a cup of wine. A pitcher of water stood on the table. When she bent down to give him his stew he got a view of deep cleavage--he didn't mind at all.
Dinner was appetizing, and John hoped he'd managed not to eat like a complete glutton. The wine was also delicious, seeming to be spiced with ginger, cinnamon, cloves, and something he couldn't quite name. Being a chef, he was slightly annoyed when he couldn't place the final ingredient. When he asked, Rabea told him it was a family secret.
"Whatever it is was also in the gingerbread," offered Greta.
Rabea directed a slight smile at Greta, who smiled back. John noted again how flushed his sister seemed--he hoped she was not coming down with something. A couple of times when he looked over at her he caught her staring at him, and a few other times she seemed entranced by the candlelight reflected in the red stone. The color in her cheeks was attractive though. He realized he was dining with two quite striking women.
Come to think of it, he was feeling odd too. Not quite jittery ... but alert and ... horny? Strange. He knew there was not much to be done about that under the circumstances. It wasn't like he could give his sister a nickel to go for a walk while he seduced Rabea.
The woman looked at Greta and observed, "John, doesn't Greta look beautiful in the candlelight?"
"Yes, and so does our hostess." He hoped he didn't sound as clumsy as he felt.
"Thank you," Rabea said, pouring more wine. "But don't you think whatever man ends up with your sister will be lucky? Wouldn't you want a woman that lovely?"
John hesitated. If he didn't know better he would think that Rabea was playing matchmaker ... and trying to set up something between himself and his sister. He knew that was absurd. "Yes, she's terrific," he said finally, taking another sip of wine, and noting his sister's flush deepening. He changed the subject. "I hope we're not taking advantage of your hospitality."
"Not at all--being around younger people keeps me young!"
After dinner, Rabea asked John if he couldn't cut a little more firewood. She flirtatiously felt his biceps and said she believed him to be up to the challenge. He knew he was being played, but he didn't care.
When he got there, he looked at the wood, the ax, and the chopping block and faced the fact that--other than what he'd gleaned from Little House on The Prairie reruns--he had no idea what he was doing. Oddly enough, he found it to be simple, almost as if the ax knew exactly where to go. In a short while, he had a considerable stack of wood chopped. He re-entered the cabin, stopping short at the sight which greeted him.
The two women were sitting in front of the fire, and Rabea was weaving blue flowers through Greta's hair, having apparently already used a silver-handled brush on the thick locks. It was a surprisingly intimate scene, especially with what he knew of his sister's almost phobic dislike of people she didn't know well getting too close to her. She looked content, though, leaning back against the raven-tressed woman. John had to wonder if Rabea reminded Greta of their mother somehow.
Rabea looked at him and purred, "Come join us by the fire, John.
"Only if you promise not to weave flowers through my hair," he joked.
"I'll try to hold back. Your sister has such lovely hair. So soft and silky," she said, continuing to weave the tiny flowers into the blonde curls as John pulled up a chair. John could finally feel gentle waves of heat emanating from the fireplace.
Greta stopped the woman's left hand for a second, holding it in her own and gazing at the ring. She seemed to be transfixed by it, looking at the many facets of the semi-precious jewels.
"It's so beautiful, Rabea ... may I have it?"
"Greta!" John said in amazement at his sister's boldness.
Rabea just gave a rich, deep laugh. "No, Greta, love, this ring has been mine longer than you can imagine. I can't give it up," she said, gently pulling her hand away and returning to her task. "Later on I can show you all sorts of jewelry ... different sizes and styles."
"Okay. Rabea?"
"Yes?"
"You make me really horny."
John almost fell out of his chair. He couldn't believe he'd heard his sister correctly. She had always been outspoken, but why would she say that? And was it true?
"Good. You're a very sexy girl, Greta, and you are quite arousing. Would you like for us to have some fun?"
Greta turned around to look at the older woman. "Oh, yes! Can John please join?"
"Eventually. He looks like he needs a couple of minutes to adjust to his sister being a hot little slut, though. Maybe we'll give him a little while to accept that fact."
"I really don't think..." John said, beginning to stand up.
"Sit down, Johannes! Your sister is an adult woman--what can you do, really?"
John felt himself obeying. He realized he was powerless in this matter. Greta was of legal age and they were lost in the woods. Where could he take her, presuming he had that right? She didn't seem to want his help.
"I can go for a walk," he offered, watching as his sister leaned over and began kissing Rabea's neck. He realized he didn't want to leave. Not really. He'd offered because he felt he should ... out of a habit of respecting his sister's privacy. He felt sudden shame, knowing he wanted to stay and watch.
Then it hit him that it had to be a joke. Even if he could accept that Greta wanted to do this in front of him, he couldn't believe she could seriously want him to join in. He also couldn't believe that Rabea would call Greta a slut in front of her brother.
Rabea said, "We'd prefer you stay. Don't men like watching two women?"
"Not if one is his sister," he said, knowing he sounded unconvincing. "What do you want, Greta?" he asked, looking for her to break character.
Greta reluctantly pulled away from Rabea, living a gleaming path of saliva on the older woman's throat. "I want to fuck, John. I want to fuck both of you. And I never want to leave here."
John realized he was hard. "Okay, Greta, okay." He wasn't sure what which part of her words he'd agreed to. He only knew that at some point he'd stopped seeing Greta as merely his sister. As much as he tried, he couldn't help but want to see her and Rabea together.
"You want this too, don't you, brother?"
Why did she have to call him that? "Yes."
His sister smiled. "Then watch ... for now."
Greta and Rabea began to kiss: soft, full lips touching, tongues mingling, bodies pressed together. The firelight made the women look lit from within. He'd looked at women together countless times on the internet and in movies; he'd often wished he could experience something like that, but he'd never anticipated this exact scenario. That didn't change the effect it had on him.
He knew that he was supposed to find it wrong, and yet there seemed something natural, and beautiful, and right about the way Rabea and Greta looked with their bodies pressed together. Greta was more than capable of speaking her mind--never more so than just a few minutes before--and so she had to really want this. In fact, Greta seemed more than willing: she seemed eager; he could hear her ragged moans from several feet away and see the urgency with which she encouraged the other woman. It occurred to John that if he tried to stop them now his sister might rip his eyes out.
Greta's hands ran up and down Rabea's slender back.
Rabea pulled back and ordered, "Take off your dress." Greta eagerly complied, thrusting out her chest to show it to maximum advantage. Rabea reached out and touched the blonde's generous breasts.
"Mmmm, from the second I saw you I've wanted to get my hands on these. You have a pretty face, but your tits are out-of-this-world. And you know it, don't you?" she asked, pinching Greta's nipples. "Tell me."
"Yeah, I've always known it."
"How?"
Greta laughed, reaching out to stoke the older woman's hair. "In the way guys looked at me from thirteen on. Some girls and women, too. Teachers even. They would do things for me if I thrust out my tits and let them get an 'accidental' look down my top. Even John here--although I'm not sure he even let himself know what it was about. But I knew it and I loved it."
"It's fun to control people, isn't it?"
"To them I'm just a pair of tits, but I get what I want, so the joke's on them. It's how I got lead singer in the band ... by implying I'd put out. Then when the guys saw I had talent they kept me on."
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Forst off this is all made up i heard a story similar to this one but i made it better it is fake but i loved writing it because i have always had fantasys about doctors touching me in a way..It all began on a one by me hanging out with a few friends one day. We were going somewhere walking when we passed by a rehab one of my friends saw a needle/synrige on the ground we thought it was ironic seeing it next to a rebah center for d**g addicts. At first i didn't believe that it was real cause it...
It was almost always the same response, No, we should wait. It's going to happen and when it does, we'll be glad we saved it." I understood where she was coming from. Neither Brian nor I had been penetrated by a girl with a strap on. If patient, the experience would be better, since it would be a first for both of us. Brian was planning on taking some time off to catch up on some unfinished business, so we thought maybe he could squeeze us in to his schedule. Turned out that he was free...
I am a 20 years old Indian boy. My name is Ananta Basu. My home town in India is Calcutta. My father, Nanigopal Basu is a suucessful lawer at Calcutta. My mom, Aruna Basu is a singer and ateacher. I have one sister too. Rubina, my pretty sister is 25 years old. She lives with her husband at Delhi. My father (‘Baba’ in bengali) is 50 and my mom (‘ma’ in bengali) is 44. Rubina and I are the most precious things to my parents. They love us more than themselves. Naturally, they were very sad when...
IncestHello guys this is Farhan from Mumbai, let me introduce myself I am a 24 year old guy from Mumbai. This is a real incident that happened with me about two years back, well it happened so that a friend of mine was not well so I decided to pay him a visit at his house which is located in malad, ok dosto ab agey ki kahani mein hindi mein boluga hua aisa ke ramzan ka mahina tha to subah ke waqt muje nikalne ka mauka nahi milta kyuki wo waqt mein sota hu to dopahar ko meine socha chale he jata hu...
Gay Male"How did it go, Jo?" asked Fran and then she giggled. "That rhymes - I never knew I was a poet before! How about that, eh!" "Yes, Fran. Very good." Joanne sat down between the other two, a little closer to Annie than Francesca and put her arm around the little girl. She squeezed her affectionately and wondered what Robert would think if he could see the two of them! Well, it would be a long time before she met him again -and he'd probably have given up waiting for her by now in any...
I always considered myself just a slut, but my girl friends have been calling me a whore ever since I swallowed the cum of the tenth prick I sucked and was only fifteen. By the time I was sixteen, all the boys knew to get me to give them a blow job, was to pull out their cocks and push my head down. I loved being a cock sucker, I liked the attention I got from the boys, I loved having a stiff prick in my mouth and I really liked when they came in my mouth. The first time I got fucked was when I...
Group SexRebecca fumes as she stalks back to Fred’s office. Never has she been so furious with her husband. Sure, she was angry when she found out about his office affair, and sure she was even angrier about the events that followed—but this, his fraternizing with her co-workers just takes the cake. By the time she reaches the door Beth has already slipped inside. She left the door open a crack, just enough for Rebecca to be able to peer in before entering. And she does. Words escape through the...
Hey, guys, I’m Rehaan.I work for a software company in Bangalore.This story is about how I got together with my boss.This is going to be a long sex story,so you’re going to have to be patient.Also since this is my first time writing,I would like to get some feedback.Feel free to mail me your opinions at It was my first day at work.I had just graduated from college and this was my first job,so I was a bit nervous.I checked my watch in the lift to make sure that I was on time and I took a few...
After the Grand Sharing the Sisters bloomed. They went about their business with a spring in their step, their breasts bouncing and their hips swaying as they moved. Eyes sparkled, lips were fuller and redder, cheeks glowed. The Novices' bodies changed almost daily as Zebul's seed worked its mysterious magic. They metamorphosed from being attractive girls to stupendously beautiful women. The older sisters commented that these were the best set of Novices they had seen in a long time. Their...
If you had read the previous six stories about us, you would know how my wife progressed from innocent hot babe to a slutty hot one. We are now proud to present another one of our sizzling true events just for our fans. Ashley was looking disappointedly at the mirror. I walked up behind her and placed one hand on her firm butt. "What's the matter?". She made a false appearance of self pity, turned her head and said, "My abs..." "What about them babe?" "Nothing.. its just.. they're not perfect...
SwingerHide in Plain Sight" Part-2A By: Janet Jean This story may be posted on any free site, with author's permission. All standard disclaimers are in effect. Carol decided to escort Alice to Oregon, why? Because "Pregnant Women" do not travel alone. How is Jeff / Alice going to deal with "it?" Why is Jeff so comfortable dressed as Alice? I was in no rush to get home now that the drug dealers were in jail. I didn't need the disguise of a pregnant woman any...
After we moved because of the size of the house and the number of bedrooms things changed my dad went to prison and my sister came to live with us, she is 11(for some reason she lived with my aunt from the time she was born) My brother Gary and Kenny 7 and myself slept in the same room Kenny with me and Gary in a bed alone, my sister Sharon got her own room and for some reason Mike had his bed in our mothers room ( at the time I did not think much about it I was getting it on with my...
Jane Wilde is a “spinner”. If you aren’t familiar with the term, here’s a quick definition: “a woman small enough she can be spun by a man while on top during sex”. Jane Wilde isn’t much taller than 5 feet, and, soaking wet, she probably weighs 90 pounds. Jane also loves them big — her men…and their cocks! Dogfart threw two of the biggest her way, and watch how Jane handles them both! No hole is left unattended! In fact, once these two...
xmoviesforyouMother is in one of her really bad moods today. When I was 12, she caught me playing with matches and made me sit at the table with a huge box of wooden matches and a glass of water. I had to light each match and watch it burn until it was almost out then dip the burned match stick in the water. That lasted from 3:30, right after school, until about midnight. She said that should stop me from playing with matches. Well, today, I was caught looking up the dress of a girl in my class. It...
Happy Birthday by Michelle Lurker Jeff sat reading under a tree by the football field. The sun was warm on his face as he leafed through the film magazine he was reading. It was a wonderful day, he thought, and began reading an article on a new director when the sun was blotted out. He looked up, to see an incredible specimen of femininity. She was lean and athletic, but had the curves of a woman much more mature than her seventeen years. Long naturally curly blond hair...
Joey (Liv Wild) walks down the stairs and end up face to face with her twin sister Sami (Liv Wild) and her girlfriend Jaclyn (Jaclyn Taylor). She knows that, like her, sister loves women, but she surprises to learn that she’s into older women. After Jaclyn leaves for work, Sami comes back in the kitchen and ask Joey to go with her dad tonight and keep him away from the house. Sami and her stepmom Sarah (Sarah Vandella), want to prepare a surprise for Dad. Joey finds the request weird but...
xmoviesforyouXLII Tanya was beautiful. This was something about herself which she knew to be true and which she did her utmost to use to her best advantage. But beauty wasn’t everything. She was also ambitious and she was frustrated by her position as a junior presenter on the evening entertainment show on Harlot TV. Sure, she was lucky to have made it in television, even if it was sex television where standards were very low compared to mainstream television. She was convinced that her assets weren’t...
Hi friends mai iss ka regular reader hu mera name charan hai hmari family ma 5 log hai mom dad me my bro n my little sister. My mom is 35 year old she is slim n fair in colour her height is 5feet 3inch my her hairs are very long near about 4feet 5 inch and mom ko hairs khuleh rakhna bohat passand hai vo kulleh hairs ma bohat sunder lagti hai this is about my mom. Its my first story please give your response at my email id . Yeh story aaj sa 2 sal pehle ki hai jab mai apne school ka dosto ka...
Vina Sky shows “the celestial sphere’s the limit” in this sexy anal romp from Jules Jordan. Sky is adorned in stunning cyan colored lingerie. Littered with intricate strapping that’s set off with Vina’s bod and a pair of splendid gold pumps. After a nimble tease sequence that ends at a stairway, Vina is now left face to face with Manuel Ferrara in a bedroom. A large mirror is part of the surroundings and we are treated to some camera cleverness involving said mirror throughout. Gorgeous Vina...
xmoviesforyouAlexis Tae is trying to spice things up in what has become a boring marriage. It’s her anniversary and she is trying something new a Butt Plug, but when she calls her husband to let him know she finds out he is in a “meeting” fucking his new receptionist. Alexis is furious but has a bigger issue she can’t get the butt plug out. Fortunately, she forgot she had a Yoga today so when her instructor gets there, she asks him if Yoga can help. Thank God for Yoga, her instructor removes the plug and...
xmoviesforyouWe walked back inside and I quickly discovered my Sunday wasn’t over. Beast was on the line. “Parker, you wanna shoot hoops?” “Yeah, sounds good. We need a fourth?” “I supposed, who you got in mind?” “Mikey?” “Yeah, I guess I can kick his ass as easy as yours,” Beast chuckled. “I’ll call him.” “I’ll pick you both up and we’ll go to Tree’s.” “Later.” I asked mom and dad if I could go shoot hoops for the afternoon. “Be home for supper.” I could hardly think about supper. I was still...
I stood there next to my best bud Mike both of us stroking our cocks feverously. Mike's older sister, Sara, laid there in front of us, one leg on my shoulder and the other on Mike's shoulder, her pussy spread open wide. Mike and I had given Sara thirty dollars to see her pussy and boobs. Then Sara did one better for us and let us stroke our cocks as we looked at her. I could smell her and it was so intoxicating and then to be so close to a real pussy, I could see her hole and she looked so wet...
Darlene became a permanent house guest. At first, Francesca and I found it awkward because we felt it took away our privacy and our intimate moments. Darlene and Francesca had a conversation that I was not privy to and apparently they made some unilateral decisions. We were to feel free to be ourselves around the house and not worry about Darlene. She wouldn't be offended if once in a while she might become aware we were making love. It took a little getting used to, but we eventually...
Saturday morning is sunny and pleasant when Abbie and Tim awake and start their day. In the high seventies, it is cool enough not to be overheated as they walk through the outside market.After a quick breakfast where Tim tells Abbie he wants to learn to do the prostate massage properly for her enjoyment, they find themselves aroused again. They will have to put some reins on things, but for now, in the early days, it is fun giving into longings and desires.Back upstairs, their clothes...
TransChrissy looks at me with those big beautiful blue eyes, touching my face with her hand which sends tingling sensations down my body. What do I have to lose? There will now be three of us in this relationship. I smile at Chrissy, lean forward and kiss her. Our tongues meet and it is enough to waken all my desires and more. I push her down on the rug and start kissing and licking her all over. I grab her breasts and squeeze her nipples. I can hear Paul clicking away with the camera. “Give me the...
VoyeurNote: before the story begins allow me to say one thing, it contains scenes of graphic violence, gore, sadism, torture and death. Consider yourself duly warned. So don’t bother reading this only to bitch about how apparently psychotic or sick I am because to be quite honest I just won’t listen. Enjoy :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It must’ve been a year since John and Suni killed Lorraine, and enjoyed...
My name is Anna and I'm a 16 year old virgin. I'm the only one of my friends who hasn't gone past kissing with a guy and it's not that I'm ugly. I get hit on a lot, so I guess guys think I'm hot. I just think I should save myself for the right guy. I have light red hair, lightly freckled skin, I'm pretty thin but with a decent butt and small boobs. My friends make fun of me for being a virgin all the time and I've thought about fooling around with a guy, but I don't trust most of the guys at my...
ReluctanceHi friends mera naam hai imran aur mein mumbai me rehta hu aur meri height 5’11 hai aur mere lund ka size 6” hai aur mujhe ladies joki widow aur divorced wali pasand hai aur jaida tar aunty pasand hai aur ye story be meri aunty ki hai, mein unke bhare me batata hu unki age 34 haiaur height 5’4 hai aur figure 36 32 38 hai woh dikhne me tik hai aur unki gaand toh lajawab hai.mera mail id hai chalo story pe ate hai ye 6 months pehle hua tha me aur me aunty ek he building me rehte hai woh 2nd...
It's hard to remember that it was just a a few years ago, that my friend, Greg, admitted to me that his biggest fantasy was to watch me in bed with 3 or more other men. At first I was surprised, but as the thought worked in my mind, I got more and more turned on by the possibilities of it. I had enjoyed anal sex for a long time, and I've always loved feeling, hearing and seeing the pleasures that I'm able to give a man by sucking his hard cock into my lips until he cums deep down my throat....
It was a lovely hot Saturday and I was outside washing my car on my drive, when my neighbours door opened and my very hot redheaded neighbour Faith stepped out."Hey Joe, you busy?" she asked with a grin."Well, i'm washing the car" I replied"I see" she said stepping towards me in just a black bikini and matching high heel shoes and showing off that stunning fit tanned body of hers."So if invited you in to my place for a drink and blow job, you would probably say no then?" she asked...
A strange car pulled up beside the gym, an older Volvo. Shaking his head, Taylor trotted out to it. “Was this the most innocuous vehicle you could pick?” “You’re welcome,” Jacob said, waiting for Taylor to buckle himself in. “It’s my dad’s. I figured no one would recognize it.” “So what’s this about?” Taylor reached into his pocket, extracting a neatly folded note he read aloud. “We’re taking a trip? Don’t ask, big surprise? I’ll pick you up at the football field?” He glanced at Jacob to...
Whoever thought that we’d be in need of another sex forum. I certainly never thought that would be the case since we’re literally swimming in them. The porn industry has had a whole lot of these sex forums so why add another one. Well, let’s just say that this forum wasn’t added recently and it’s exactly what we need to get rid of all those new-age porn forums from surfacing and becoming popular. This place’s name is Intporn.com and it’s probably one of the most visited porn forums on the...
Porn ForumsAmbassador's Daughter 1 Melvin Carter Wellington, III was the name on my original birth certificate. My father, M. Carter Wellington Junior, was a Foreign Service Officer. He always went by Carter and I grew up as Mel. His assignments rotated between the State Department headquarters in Washington DC and a number of foreign embassies. The family estate, which father inherited from his father, is in the horse country of northern Virginia. When we were in the USA, I attended Hunt...
After breakfast on the second day, it was obvious from the feverishly snapped orders and the extra attention to detail from our tutors that a special social event was being planned upstairs. “I know you are only trainees,” Miss Carson said when Danielle said he was worried about making mistakes, “but you have to start somewhere and there is work to be done.” It was going to be a cold day so I was set to laying fires in each of the rooms upstairs, on the ground floor. I’d never had to bother...
Super-fit Sasha Rose flaunts her perky tits as she masturbates with a shower head. Shelicks her fingers and stuffs them in her asshole, and porn stud Vince Karter presents his big cock for her playing pleasure. Sasha kneels and gives him a worshipful blowjob. She sits on a tall chair as Vince porks her pulsing asshole from behind. Sasha gets off with a screaming anal orgasm! He switches holes and rams Sasha’s juicy pussy. She licks his dick ass-to-mouth and masturbates as he fills her...
xmoviesforyouIn here we will list all the possible options, stories, and girls being the focus/main character! For example, you'll notice that Yuudachi option is already there since she has a story started. But feel free to add your own options or simply a small chapter with your shipfu or girl you consider that deserves some nice pampering~!
FetishAs the Cessna 170 was towed into a hangar requisitioned at Girdwood Airport, and disassembled to gather more evidence, a hunter found the burnt out Buick near Soldotna. A team was sent to go over it. As Sgt. Tim Sealy and his senior officer, Lt. Jim Conway arrived at Girdwood Airport the next morning, they was met with the somber face of Trooper Paul Evers who was stationed at Girdwood. "Collins found this under the seat of the plane we are taking apart," Evers told them, handing Darla's...
After eating breakfast, Karen cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. I stood up and headed for the bathroom for a shower. 'I won't be long.' I said as I closed the bathroom door, I stepped into the shower, the spray hitting my skin made me close my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation. I began to wash my hair; the lather ran down my face as I rinsed off the shampoo. I aimed the shower head lower it hit my stomach as I started to wash my body, as I washed my face, I felt a hand on my back,...
Asheigh spent the next two weeks alternating between desire to be used again by him and uncertainty about making such a big move. While she didn’t love her job, she was good at it and it paid the bills. She had a circle of friends here and she knew that they would soon lose touch if she moved. Part of that was due to the distance to DC and part of it was that she knew his demands would consume her life, leaving her little time to be with anyone else. She was also uncomfortably aware of the...
Subah me hum tino uthe tino boht dare hue the ke ab hungama hone wala hai subah me breakfast ko sab log sath me hi the aur breakfast karrahe the mama normal nazar aaye hum se baten karrahe the lekin mai samajh gaya mami ne abhi mama ko nahi bataya mere dil me dil aaya aur hum tino ne chain ki saans li lekin khatra abhi bhi baki tha kyun ke mami boht khamush tension me lagrahi thi Mama ne breakfast kiya aur 3din ke liye business tour pe dusre shaher chale gaye.Ab hum char log ghar me bache hue...
“Blade,” I said, as I looked around me at the sterile doctor’s consulting room. “My name is Blade.” Her sudden movement brought my gaze back to the doctor across the desk. I saw her name: ‘Dr. Eve Deckard.’ Dr. Deckard opened the file in front of her, looked me up and down and slowly stood up and walked around the desk. Her long black hair fell onto her shoulders and the buttoned-up white doctor’s jacket accentuated her full tanned breasts. As she stood next to me, she leaned forward, her...
This post will probably be fairly short, not much has happened between me and my master/mistress other then the occasional blowjob.As always:A - my male neighbourJ - his wifeP - my partnerThe last time I was at their house, about a week ago, they told me I would be coming along with them for a drive in a couple of day and I was to wear lingerie under my clothes. Of course I followed their orders like a good slut should. I wore my bright pink lycra panties with matching bra. They were still...
Suzy, as I was finding out, is not only very bi, but she's also very aggressive and likes to play rough too. Quite a difference from the submissive, eager to please, persona she displays when she is with my husband Mark. I'm sexually submissive with both sexes so I was really enjoying being with Suzy in a one on one situation where she could reveal more of her bi, dominatrix side. What a gorgeous Asian hottie she is. Suzy moved closer to me and then she grabbed me roughly by my blonde hair and...
BDSMShadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without. To all my readers, thanks for your posts. I do read each one and some of the ones posted recently, they added to my ideas on where to go in long term plot ideas! So keep posting and thinking out there! Copyright © 2016 by Shadowsblade All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by...
Sara flipped off the radio when she turned into her Tinderwood Apartment complex. It was late and she was exhausted. Her younger sister, Lauren, was asleep on the sofa with her chemistry book open on her chest, when she walked in. Sara looked frazzled and worn out for a 19 year sophomore in college. Her hair was windblown and her makeup was a mess. Her new flowered sundress was wrinkled and only held closed by three buttons. When she plopped down in the chair, Lauren could see her bare breasts...
Thursday - once I had been able to extricate my sore body from the bed - had been quite hectic. I spent a good part of the afternoon shopping, and it took me quite a while to find shops that had the kind of clothing I was looking for - flimsy, lewd and in crying colors. I had almost given up hope when I stumbled into a costume shop as a last resort. The sales girl crossed her arms when she saw me, and when I noticed the short, dirty blonde, tight curls, I realized that I had seen her once or...
BDSMThe Saturday morning, just six days before my action, I awoke to the feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to me. I waited with closed eyes to be shaken, and then used, however they wanted me, but they remained seated, disturbing me no further.“I guess one of you finally discovered I’m not locking my door,” I said without opening my eyes.“Not really,” a female voice replied. I opened and turned a bleary eye to see Nicolette, beautiful as ever, looking down at me. How could she look that...
HardcoreI think I surprised even myself at how lengthy the story is becoming. It still has some way yet to go. Therefore, in order to maintain an interest I felt it best to post this part now. Should anyone feel the need for a part 2, feel free to let me know. I hope, given they are little more than a reflection of the thoughts of the slightly, older, more mature woman, this will not deter readers from enjoying the story. As always, I welcome your comments. My name is Maggie, a married...
I’m Peter and it’s my sixtieth birthday. I like to use that special day every year to look back at the good fortune I’ve had. As I speak my best friend’s wife is sucking on my pecker to get it hard again. She celebrates birthdays with sex including hers, her husband’s, and mine. I fuck her other times too when he’s away or can’t otherwise scratch her itch. Been doing it for years. I also have a birthday invitation for tonight from another friend’s sister who took my cherry so many years ago. We...
Nicole lay on her back with her thighs apart, and her knees pointing at the ceiling. Her bare feet were hanging limply, almost touching the bedclothes. The cast wasn’t heavy, but surely was very restrictive. With her hips completely immobilized, she was helpless as a baby. She was able to turn on her side, and even to pull herself up into a sitting position, but that was all she could do. In these moments of activity, she was so painfully clumsy that I feared she might hurt herself. I felt...
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