Emmas adventures and misfortunes
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After a glass of wine together and some cheese and crackers, Emma and Donald go back into the water one more time. They swim and play together, but Donald can tell Emma is distracted.
When they get back on the shore, he has her lay on her stomach as he rubs the aloe vera over her shoulders, back, and thighs where she is the reddest. Emma sighs with contentment as he does.
But then she rolls over and looks him in the eyes and tells him, “Donald, I did something horrible. I feel so bad. When I went up to the house before I caught a glimpse of Dorothy and Maude making love in the greenhouse and I was frozen to the spot watching them for the longest time. It was so arousing and delightful to watch how they interacted with each other I could not pull myself away. And now I don’t know how to face them.”
Donald is surprised by her disclosure but is rather enthralled by what she is telling him. “What do you think you should do about it, Emma?” he asks her. Personally he thinks nothing of what she has done, and actually, it is a bit arousing to think of her watching them. But he knows Emma’s tendency to feel guilt and her need now for it to be taken care of.
“I guess I need to confess to them. If they want me to leave, I understand. I can go to a hotel in town until you are ready to leave, if you still want me,” Emma says, besides herself in self anguish.
Donald hugs her and tells her he doesn’t think anything quite that drastic will come of it, but perhaps she should tell Dorothy and Maude what she did. He is sure they will understand.
He wipes the tears from her eyes, and they pack up and head to the cottage. Donald tells her to go upstairs and clean up, along with what she should put on for dinner. She does as he tells her.
Dorothy and Maude are in the kitchen starting dinner. He motions to Maude, and she comes and meets him in the parlor. Donald tells her about what Emma has done and how contrite she is about it. Maude laughs and assures Donald that both she and Dorothy saw her watching and it is fine with both of them. Actually, they rather enjoyed the look on Emma’s face as she watched.
Donald explains to Maude that Emma needs to confess and apologize. Not that he is making her, but because of her makeup. Maude understands. And then Donald expands a little.
Now first, it should be mentioned that over the years growing up, Donald did come to understand that Maude was the one in control of his aunt for the most part. And he knew she had spanked Dorothy from time to time. Both of them enjoying it a great deal. Which leads him to suggest something to Maude.
“Emma does rather enjoy being spanked when she feels she has misbehaved, perhaps you spanking her for her offense might give her the release and enjoyment she needs to overcome her remorse,” Donald hints.
Maude laughs fully at the idea, but something in her is stirred, and she knows Dorothy would be too at such fun. So she and Donald plot what the evening ahead would be. After, when Donald goes upstairs to clean up, Maude shares all that has transpired between her and Donald with Dorothy who giggles and is so gleeful for the fun evening ahead.
Maybe it is a little unfair to plot this out for Emma, but knowing she does so enjoy it, especially the surprise it will be to her, seems like an excellent idea.
And so, the evening begins.
Donald goes upstairs to clean up and change. He finds Emma sitting on the bed, fidgeting with her hands and a worried expression on her face. He takes her in his arms and holds her while stroking her hair.
“Emma, it will all be fine, you will feel better for telling them, and whatever happens it will because they care for you so,” Donald tells her.
They go down the stairs together and into the dining room. The food is on the table and Dorothy and Maude already in their seats. After grace and the food served, Emma clears her throat a couple of times and tells the women she has something to confess.
Dorothy and Maude try hard to hide their grins and just look quizzically at her as Emma stammers out her confession of seeing them in the greenhouse and she didn’t know why she stayed and watched.
Both women assured her that it was alright and could understand seeing that happening to be entranced. “But,” Maude says, “You seem to feel guilty over it, do you feel you should be punished for doing so?”
Emma gasps, taking in what is being said to her if she understands correctly. Is Maude suggesting she would spank Emma? She has never been spanked by a woman, well not anyone besides Donald, so it might be exciting to know what that feels like.
Would Donald and Dorothy watch her being spanked? Except for that one time with Sasha when Donald spanked both of them, no one has just watched her being punished. Oh my, she can feel her juices begin to drip out of her and her beginning to throb.
“What are you suggesting?” Emma manages to squeak out.
Maude replies, “Well, from time to time, Dorothy has needed a little discipline over the years, which we found being over my lap, a bare bottom spanking usually clears everything up.”
“Yes,” Dorothy pipes in, “You must spank her exactly like you do me.” She winks at Maude, who smiles at her.
“Perhaps that would be best,” Emma says weakly as she feels herself throb harder and harder. Why is she so turned on by the prospect? When she looks to Donald, he just winks at her with a smile.
“Well, that is settled, after dinner and clean up, I think we should all retire to the parlor and take that course of action,” Maude says.
All through dinner, Emma squirms in her seat, wondering what it will be like. She realizes her panties are now soaked, and she is going to be embarrassed when they all see that. And she wonders what Dorothy meant by ‘exactly like you do me.’ The possibilities swarm through her mind making her throb even more.
By the time dessert is served, Emma has a small climax, just thinking of the possibilities. Her vagina is dancing away, and she can feel the heat of her pussy rising more and more.
The clean up seems to take forever as Emma shivers each time Maude walks near her. Then she tells Donald to take a dining room chair to the center of the parlor and for them to wait for her and Dorothy there.
Donald does as asked, and then sits on the couch holding Emma on his lap. He asks her if she is sure she wants to go through with this? No one would mind if she did not want to. Neither Dorothy nor Maude were upset by her watching them.
Emma replies, “No, I think Maude should spank me. Even more because of how wet I am just imagining it happening. Do you mind though if she does?
Donald laughs and hugs her telling her, “No, I figured you want this, and so a new experience for you, and I will enjoy watching your lovely ass being spanked. As I think both Maude and Dorothy will. It is a little strange me indulging in this with my aunt, but hey it is nothing between us, and you and Maude are not related at all.”
Emma half-heartedly laughs with him. She knows she will love the sensation, but she hopes she does not become a bawling mess feeling regret for her actions resulting in the spanking.
Meanwhile, Dorothy and Maude are in their room, collecting the special hairbrush. It is old, silver-headed, with sharp horsehair bristles. They talk a little, Dorothy telling Maude to have fun with Emma and to check her wetness regularly, as Maude does her when being spanked.
“Dorothy, are you sure you want me to touch her? We never did that before,” Maude asks her.
“Emma is different and special, you both will enjoy it, and I will too seeing the looks on both your faces. From her wiggling, at dinner, I think she is probably rather wet already. Just know, as soon as it is over we need to get to bed as I want to lick up all the juices which will be flowing out of you,” Dorothy tells her.
“You little vixen, you just might need a spanking before bed tonight too,” Maude kids her.
“Is that a promise?” Dorothy replies, grinning widely.
They go downstairs to the parlor, Dorothy holding the hairbrush for now. She knows the lovely sting it gives and is envious of what Emma is going to experience. But hopefully later. She sits down on the couch near Donald. They have a front row seat for what is to transpire.
Maude sits on the dining room chair facing them, lifting the front of her dress to her thighs and spreads her legs a bit for Dorothy to have a good view of the cunt she so loves.
Maude tells Emma to come to her, and she gets off Donald’s lap and comes to stand beside Maude.
Maude lifts her dress up to her waist and tells her to hold it there. Then she slowly lowers Emma’s panties to her knees. Dorothy tries to stifle the puff of delight, seeing Emma’ short cropped mons glittering with dew. Donald is just as in awe as she is from the view.
Maude helps Emma to bend over her lap and adjusts her, so both are comfortable. Maude’ skirt is raised enough that she can feel Emma’s wetness against her thigh. My, she is a moist one.
Maude begins by rubbing Emma’s ass cheeks as she tells Emma she must say why she is getting a spanking.
All three are surprised by the answer Emma stammers out, “For after seeing you and Dorothy in the greenhouse, instead of continuing on minding my own business, I stood and watched you together. First, I was in enamored by how beautiful your naked bodies both were, then seeing the love you were sharing together. It was so apparent how well you both knew each other’s bodies and the desire you had to please each other to the maximum. I was held captive.”
“And because watching you together I felt myself become soggy between my legs and my vagina was throbbing so hard uncontrollably. I am not sure why, but watching you together was better than any erotic film could ever be,” Emma finishes.
Maude is so taken back she wonders if she can spank Emma after that. And the looks of amazement on Donald’s and Dorothy’s faces show they are amazed by Emma’s responses too.
“Emma, that is very kind of you to say, do you feel you should be spanked for what you did?” Maude asks her.
“Oh yes ma’am, I should not have watched, that was an invasion of your privacy,” Emma says.
On that, Maude looks and Dorothy and Donald and raises her arm in the air and comes down to spank Emma of her left cheek. Emma jumps and oohs in response. Then her right cheek. Emma squirms a little.
And the spanking begins. After several spanks on each cheek, Maude moves her left hand under Emma and slides her fingers up and down her slit, feeling how sopping she already is. She begins to gently buff Emma’s clit as she returns to hand spanking her.
Emma is developing tears in her eyes, at the same time, her vag is throbbing so hard from the attention her clit is receiving. Maude is skilled at spanking, cupping her hand just right and swatting her upward from the bottom of her ass cheeks to make the sting reverberate through her pussy.
Maude pauses now and then in the spanking to lift Emma’s hair up and off her face and neck. It is getting damp, and Emma is perspiring some from the exertion and the warm air flowing through the room.
All four in the room can smell the sexual aroma coming from Emma. A mixture of her cum, sweat and the perfume she is wearing gives off a heady scent.
After several minutes of the hand spanking, Emma’s ass nice and rosy now, Maude motions to Dorothy to bring her the hairbrush. Emma quivers envisioning what is ahead.
Donald has been getting erect watching all this. He would have never imagined that just being an observer of Emma being disciplined could be so arousing. He sees Emma look towards him, and he is aware she sees his rising penis through his pants and knows. Donald moves the pillow between him and Dorothy, so she does not notice, and hopes Maude doesn’t either.
But both women see and as Dorothy hands Maude the hairbrush they give each other a small nod and wink, smiling over the effect this evening entertainment is having on everyone. Dorothy’s face is flushed from the enjoyment of seeing all unfold, and Maude knows she is going to find Dorothy dripping wet when they get to their room, as moist as Maude is herself.
Maude taps the hairbrush around Emma’s cheeks as she moans, knowing what is coming. Maude places her left hand on the small of Emma’s back now to hold her as she brings the brush down the first time on her left cheek.
Followed immediately by one to the right cheek.
Minutes later, from the onslaught of being spanked so well, tears are flowing down Emma’s face as she is trying to catch her breath.
And then it happens.
Emma’s body convulses, her head lifts up as her back arch, and she cries out from a crashing orgasm. Donald and Dorothy watching both almost cum themselves seeing her in the thralls of ecstasy.
The room, warm from the weather, and now fragrant from all of their hormones, is reeking with a decadent scent.
Maude slows her spanking of Emma as she crashes down from her climax, strokes her back as her breath calms, then helps her rise. Maude stands and takes Emma in her arms and kisses her face telling her it is all over now.
Emma gasps and gulps as she turns and hurries to Donald who takes her on his lap to hold and comfort her. Neither really notice Dorothy and Maude’s hasty departure.
When Emma is calm, Donald picks her up in his arms and carries her upstairs to his room. There he carefully undresses her and helps her to bed under the covers.
He undresses and crawls in beside her. Both are at such a sexual frenzy from all that has happened that it is a very fast dance before Donald in thrust up in Emma and they are consummating the lustful need between them.
It takes only minutes before Emma is throbbing against Donald, and he, in turn, is shaking all over, especially his member in her, as he whines and quakes to a climax filling Emma fully.
She hugs him tightly as she feels his release deep within her, and together they collapse in a satisfying release. Entwined together they fall into a deep sleep as the breeze off the bay slides over they dampened bodies.
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When I was younger I was always really into my friends mom; she was your perfect milf, she was probably in her mid 40s, very short petite woman with C sized breast with a slight sag. One night when I was sleeping over we started going through a bunch of old photos at there house. After about three quarters through my pile of photos I was looking through I came across a exciting surprise. It was a photo of my friends mom on top of a ski mountain topless with her small dark nipples visible...
For those that are used to my usual style and have offered such lovely words in their feedback, you may not like what follows. It is somewhat different in style and a departure from what I usually do. But hey, I personally need to write this, I just have to get it off my chest, it is a sort of confession if you will. If you really don’t like it, just stop reading, click away and I will return to my normal style soon enough.I have been asked what made me start writing what are essentially short...
I have a small confession. Well, not really a small one, a fairly large one, and I'm not so much worried about confessing as I am professing. I want to shout this out to the world for some reason, for all that's wrong with it, and how much I've relished in the thought of it since the act has occurred. Let me start the night before, and lead up to now. My sister Michelle has three wonderful kids. Lee, who is a stunning eighteen year old, Kay, who is a cute five year old, and Michael, a boy...
I woke up the next morning cuddled in the arms of my very first lover, an exchange student from Armenia. There was no love as love is usually defined, but there had been a need fulfilled by each of us, a kind of mutual affection. I didn't feel bad at all. I slipped out of the bag and found my pajamas, put them on and walked to the bathroom. It was cool but not cold, and when I returned to the large room I found everyone still sleeping. There was some daylight coming in through the windows,...
Heard any good Crack Whore Confessions lately? I guess that might depend on if you’re the kind of guy who gets his rocks off safely to the sexy girls of the Internet or if you’re the kind of guy who risks infections and robberies getting a piece over on the sketchy part of town. Hey, I’ve been there before. Sometimes when you’re hard up, the girls who hang out around the hourly motels start looking a hell of a lot more attractive. I’ll tell you this much: they’re even sexier when it’s your...
Premium Extreme Porn SitesNormally Thursday afternoon confessions were something Father Leary disliked. All those high school teenagers confessing the same sins every week, but this Thursday the priest was in a splendid mood and was more lenient than usual when doling out penance. He was in a good mood because he expected young Jill Ebber this Thursday to give penance in the good Father's private office as she had done last week. The fifteen year old had allowed the priest to spank her on her cute rounded bare bottom...
Patty opened her eyes, they were slightly glazed and unfocused as she looked at Doctor Marks, the drug had taken effect. ‘How do you feel, Patty?’ he asked the pretty twenty-six year old, and she blinked long lashes at him. ‘Ok…’ she said, her tone was rather vague and her eyes seemed to have trouble focusing on him. Smiling he sat back, she’d asked him to hypnotize her for this particular counseling session… they were going to explore some of her basest instincts and she felt rather...
and kissed her. Our tongues working together like they were meant too. She was an unbelievable kisser and my cock started to harden as a result. As we kissed I opened the door. We broke the kiss, "God you're an amazing kisser." She said as she walked out the door. I then got dressed in clean cloths as I thought of what had just happened. My cock grew so hard that it was difficult to get my boxer briefs on. Once we dressed we went to the living room. "Sorry, we ran to the store earlier,...
Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your wedding to discover that you’ve married one of the big- gest sluts in town? I didn’t find out until she let me know that we were expecting our first child. “Darling, I have a confession to make and it’s going to test if you really love me as much as you say you do.” My wife said to me after dinner one night. “Cindy dear, you know I do love you very much. What do you have to tell me?” I asked...
‘Honey, I have a confession to make.’ I looked into Mat’s eyes as he made this statement, and I could see he was quite serious. Needless to say, I was curious and quite intrigued. I looked back at him, my eyes indicating he should continue. ‘We both know that I’m not able to meet your needs sexually,’ Mat began. ‘I wish I was more well-endowed, and I know you need more than I have to offer.’ I covered my mouth with my hand so that he wouldn’t see me smiling. His four-inch cock has always been a...
Confession By Blueheatt __I hooked up with new girlfriend Ava. She was a professional licensed sex therapist. As time went by she told me how these women just need to get things off their mind and then she can get to any problems after that. I said: I bet you have a lot of stories you could tell. She said she couldnt tell any of them because of legal confidentiality rules, like a priest will never reveal anything said in a confessional. No law can force him to. I like to write porn stories,...
I had just spent a night with Marg and had concocted a story to stop my wife Sue from being suspicious.After Marg returned home a couple of days later I had a lot on my mind. Sue had accepted my explanation for not coming home although Mike told me later that she had checked my story with him the next day. Sex with Sue was becoming routine like washing the dishes or mowing the lawn. I’m not saying it was not enjoyable, much better than wanking off in the shower but it in no way compared with...
CheatingI like to get naked.I especially like to get naked outdoors.Just typing these words gives me a warm, wet, tingly feelingI have had this naked outdoor addiction since I was very young girl. Our family lived at the base of a small mountain. My brother and I and the neighborhood k**s loved to play in the woods above our house. We devised all sorts of imaginary games, although none involved taking our clothes off.I was ten the first time I climbed the hill by myself. My favorite spot was a little...
Glory Hole ConfessionIt all started about three years ago. I have a good marriage, and my wife is a sweet woman but is a little selfish in the sex department. When we would have sex I would start by kissing and licking her up and down then give her multiple orgasms where by she would usually squirt. I would use my mouth and hands as well as toys. She would be so hot all she wanted was to get fucked. Well, in the 45 min to 90 minutes I spent on foreplay for her I had usually gone soft and needed...
I’m writing this, less as a confession, but more so you know what happened. I know that I stood you up the day of our wedding, ran away from everything we had, and you haven’t heard from me since then, but I still care for you enough that I want you to know the truth. First I need to tell you that I really was a virgin, I know that was important to you, I had been saving myself for marriage. Things changed though on the night before our wedding, the night of my bachelorette party. As...
You asked for it so here it is:This is my first confession of many more to comeFrom finishing school I’ve always liked being bough expensive items bags, shoes and jewellery. So when I did my work experience in a charity shop and I had many old charming men come in and try chatting me up! Now I like older men (not that old but older than myself) so I enjoyed it I never acted on it but it opened my eyes to the more vintage experienced richer men! When I turned 16 I went through a few...
Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your wedding to discover that you've married one of the biggest sluts in town?I didn't find out until she let me know that we were expecting our first c***d."Darling, I have a confession to make and it's going to test if you really love me as much as you say you do." My wife said to me after dinner one night."Cindy dear, you know I do love you very much. What do you have to tell me?" I asked inquisitively as I held her hand."Honey. I do love you very...
I will never forget that dreadful day, when Charlie, Bruce and Daniel, lured me to that basement. The three of them attacked me and viciously took my anal virginity. Until that day I had no thought of two males having sex, or that more than one male could sexual attack another. On that day all my innocence was stolen from me. When Charlie slammed his fist into my unprotected stomach and Bruce held my ankles, Daniel removing my pants and underwear, my life changed for ever. The three of them...