Sharons early training
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"I'll tell you what it is with me," said Sharon Pettibone.
"O.k., Sharon," said Angela, "you tell me all about it."
"Don't be so sarcastic," said Sharon. "It's not nice. I have something sexy to tell you. You listen and you just might learn something."
"That ought to be good," said Angela. "Me, a black girl, learning something from you, a white bitch. I mean really. And about sex, to boot. Really, Sharon. You Pettibones are just too fucking much."
The black girl rolled up her sleeves and gave Sharon a wink. It was all in jest of course. The two girls had come together because whenever one or the other of them discovered something new in the way of sexy behavior that could help make one or the other of them physically satisfied, they shared the new find. They were life long friends. Like Sharon, Angela had a pretty body. She was black like an islander more than like a charcoal black woman, She was more brown than black. She had pretty and large eyes. Her breasts were full, and the nipples were always tender. Her slit was as juicy as they come, and her smooth comely legs were as supple as baby flesh. Angela was one of the prettiest women that Sharon knew, and the fact that both girls were only fifteen made their conversations all that much more interesting.
"Anyhow," continued Sharon, "I found out something from my sister, from Debby. Look at this." She pulled a big plastic cock machine out of her purse. "You like the looks of that?"
"What is, it?" asked Angela. "Some sort of egg-beater?"
"Just about," said Sharon. "You try beating your clit with it and you'll find out."
"That's a dildo," said Angela. "Well I'll be fucking damned. I sure am glad to see that you are learning a thing or two, Sharon Pettibone. I was beginning to wonder about you."
"What do you mean, Angela? You knew all along about this thing and you never told me about it?"
"Not exactly, but more or less." Angela blushed. "I was just a little afraid to tell you about it."
"Well, well, well," said Sharon, "and we been friends like this for so long, eh? For that, Angela you get to work it out on me. How's that? Since you knew about it and you didn't tell me about it you can use it on my pussy. That sound fair?"
"I guess so," said Sharon's black friend Angela. "I guess so." She took the tool from Sharon. "Where you want it, white girl?"
"In my cunt, nigger. Where you think?" Sharon smiled as she undressed. She slipped out of her skirt first, then her panties, finally her bra and blouse. She had on all of the paraphernalia that the school required her to wear, and that was why it took her so long to undress. But once she was nude, once her big fresh titties started hanging out in the open, and once her cunt began to breathe again, she immediately got hot. "Mmm," she hummed as she spread out on Angela's bed, "this is going to be nice, eh?" She smoothed her thighs open with two palms. Her sap producing twat hole opened wide enough to accommodate an elephant hog. She reached down with two fingers and plied apart her cunt lips. "Get that thing all the way in there, eh?"
Angela smiled cool white teeth between her dark black lips, "I'm going to give you something to think about, white bitch," said Angela. "You just lay back and enjoy." Angela switched the machine to full blast. She applied it first to shaking up Sharon's smooth thighs. She rolled the machine across the tops of Sharon's legs.
Instantly, Sharon felt her body begin to quiver. She pretended that the dildo was a big hot live cock muscle attached to a big hot live man who was going rubbing up and down her smooth skin. She liked the feel of his big muscle and his strong body close to her. Of course, it was all fantasy, but at least with someone else working the machine she could easily pretend that the muscle was real. She closed her eyes tight and pretended in her mind that a big man was rubbing his penis across her leg, approaching her twat. She spread her loins and reached down and opened her pussy. "Go on," she moaned, "ain't you gonna fuck me? Ain't you gonna shove it all in there and make me cum?"
"Sure, baby," said a masculine voice, "you just relax." She thought she saw a friend of hers from high school, a boy who she'd never imagined fucking. But here he was leaning down between her legs, his big muscle large and stiff, his mushroom head inches only from penetrating her vagina. She rolled her hips up and back so that her slot opened up for him. She showed off her labia and her furry bush. She showed him her wares, her clit and her lips and her juicing interior. She used her fingers to make sure that her highly stable pussy hole was wide open and ready to accommodate just about anything at all that he might want to go stuffing in her body. She rolled over onto her belly atone point, just to be sure that perhaps he might enjoy that side of her body before the other. She was young and anxious to please him in every way imaginable. "Do you want my asshole or my vagina?" she asked him plainly.
"I want your vagina first," he said back just as clear. "I want to stuff my cock muscle in your cunt tube first, and then I will go for a little sail in your rear canal. But first the pussy, if you don't mind." He reached down and pulled her hips toward him. She flipped over onto her back and showed him again her pretty wet beaver. It was hairy and open, hot and ready. She told him to come ahead.
It was Angela who brought Sharon momentarily back to reality: "You tell me, white girl, if you want all this machine stuffed up your cunt or just a part of it."
"Don't worry. Work it in my hole. If it hurts, if it's no good, I'll let you know." She spread her smooth tender loins for Angela who speared the dildo into her body. "Jesus, fucking, Christ," she moaned, and she was off on a fantasy spree. The jerking, twisting, sliding machine was taking care of her twat, working her up and down and making her hotter and juicier while her mind was making her heart start to beat so fast that she didn't know what hit her.
Sharon was thinking about the man who was fucking her earlier. The man had her turned on her back again and he was starting to enter her body. His meaty prick head was just beginning to spear her twat lips. "Don't you want me to suck you off first?" she asked. "Wouldn't a little header help you to get hotter and feel better when you finally do it?"
"Yeah," said the man, "good thinking Sharon. You get to give me a little header because you think like that." He showed her his meat and she went to work on it, having to sit up to do so, but not minding at all once she saw what a handsome thick meat she would get to lick for her efforts. She put out her tongue and showed the young man what kind of a muscle was going to be rubbing up and down the sides of his joint. "That will do just fine," he said, and he took her by the sides of the head and face. He pulled her down alongside his pecker and rubbed her mouth along his joint as if his pecker were a track for her trolley car oral canyon. He gave her plenty of meat to do up right.
She licked and sucked and slopped on his phallic hog like there was no tomorrow. She went rolling her tongue up and down on his joint. She coated the head of his meat with her tongue. She rubbed at the base and she sucked on the bony underside, It didn't take her long to start kissing off his balls. She used her hands to hold onto his hairy buns. She rubbed her face into his groin and licked whatever was easy for her mouth muscle to reach. Then she had him turn around.
"You want a little ass kissing?" she asked him.
"You want to ream me?" he countered.
"I wouldn't mind," she said. "I kind of like a man with hairy buns and a nice little anus that I can lick out. It makes me hot, too, when the man does that to me, you know."
"Sure, baby, but me first." He leaned over on his hands and knees and showed her his asshole. "You go in there with your tongue and that will make me feel awfully nice, I'm sure." He reached back and spread his buttocks for Sharon so that she could get her tongue down into his asshole.
Sharon took a good look at the morsel offered. She poked her tongue forward and kissed the man's buns first. Then she went sliding and slopping up and down between his buttocks. She licked out his ass hole last. "There you are," she said when she was finished, "did you like that?"
"You know I did," said the man. "Now you." He had her turn around. When he had a nice view of her pink ass flesh he dove into the cave. He filled her sloppy little bunghole with his big long mouth muscle. He drilled for oil and came up with bowels. She was as clean as could be so it was no special problem for him to enjoy the reaming that he was happy to provide. "Mmmm," he hummed after a moment or two, "you sure do have a nice tasty little ass here, darling. I could eat it all day long. But you know what? If I did that I wouldn't have much of a chance to get to fucking you, now, would I?"
Sharon was quite pleased with the progress of her fantastic imagination. She was also pleased with the way that Angela was sliding that big plastic cock in and out of her spread lips. But she wanted to think about someone different fucking her.
She pictured a man tanned to a mellow brown. She saw his big agile hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her groin open and close to his cock muscle. He pulled her from the small of her back and her legs parted naturally. Her smooth thighs spread out and open and her pussy was all juice and ready.
"Fuck me, Jack," she told him. "Come into me and fuck me hard."
He smiled at her and said: "I have a nice big boner made especially for you, Sharon. Are you ready for it?" He looked down between her loins and saw how pretty her pussy pie was looking, how steamy and wet the bushy fur and spread lips were. He smiled at her again. "Are you ready for my big bone-on, darling?"
"Oh, yes," said Sharon. She, too, looked down between their two bodies. There she saw how large an erection Jack bad. He had a big long stiff muscular penis, one that could easily penetrate every fold of her interior flesh, a cock muscle that could surely bring her all kinds of sensual ecstasy. "Go on," she said. "Go on and fuck me hard with that big tool of yours, Jack. I need it. I want it. Really stuff it into me and make me cum hard. Mmmmm, come on and fuck me!" She rolled her hips in his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her hips and the skin of her ass cheeks. He searched for and found, with one long middle finger, her anus. He filled that tight muscular tube with hot boney digit. He rubbed hard at her anus until she was fully penetrated from the other side in her cunt. His meaty joint was all the way down her twat before he even considered taking his cock out of her vagina. He gave her everything at once and that blasted her into the land of sexual Nirvana.
"Shit!" she hollered. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck, shit! Fuck and shit! It's just too fucking much, darling. Jack, darling, look at it."
Because he held her loose in his arms, in his hands, he could indeed look down between their two bodies and see where his thick flesh trunk drilled in and out of her heaving pelvis. He could see how shiny his cock was with her snail-track clit juice, how bony that muscle was from excitement, and how spread out her twat lips were because he was so thick and jumbo sized in the crotch. He gave her all of his boner down the throat of her cunt.
"Mmmm, I love it," she whispered, climbing up the length of his rod. Soon all of it was in her, all of that meaty hog hard-on was buried in her pussy flesh, and there was no escaping him. She was going to be fucked so hard that she would be able to taste it in her throat.
"Kiss me," said the man. "Come close and give me your tongue." She climbed up his torso and gave him her tongue. She gave him all of her tongue, enough that he could get his mouth full of it. He swallowed on it, and she even feared that he would choke her to death, pull her tongue right out of the place where it was attached-that was how hard he ate her mouth muscle. He gave her back some of his own, Frenched her in the face, and he worked with his hands, at the same time, massaging her smooth little ass cheeks, working out with his chest against her voluptuous boobies. Her nipples were sprung like spring cherries, and her titties were mammoth, swollen with desire, ready for eating and licking and slopping. He went sliding down to them-- when he had finished kissing her in the mouth--and he licked off her chest for a while.
All the time that the man worked out in his oral style on her body, Sharon continued to rock her hips back and forth, from side to side, on his massive pecker. It was like a wooden peg in her twat, something for her to work out with, something that would nail her down, tack her to whatever was behind her, make her cum...
She rolled up and down on the thick peg. She worked with it in her vagina and prayed that she would cum... and slowly but surely she realized that she wasn't in the arms of some fantastic lover, that she had no peg like phallus pushing up into her pussy, and that in fact she was enjoying the thrill of an automatic dildo, a twisting, gyrating, screwing egg-beating electric cock, wielded by her black friend Angela, that the dildo was sliding up and down in her pussy.
"Oh, God," she moaned out loud. "Jesus fucking God! I don't know what's happening. Please. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" She begged Angela to stop fucking her with the dildo.
"Now, now," said Angela, "you just take it easy, little darling. We have to get you good and hot and then you'll be alright. You understand? You just have to get a little hotter and you'll be fine Angela had the sliding eggbeater up against Sharon's hot clitoris. The little muscle was getting quite a slippery work-out, and, in fact, Sharon had probably not been so high in a good long while. She was, in fact, very confused. She couldn't just then tell the difference between her fantasy world and the real world, but she did know one thing for sure: she was getting awfully horny everywhere in her body!
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Sharon and Marcia - by: Marcia Spencer It was the third time that Mark had seen her at Sears. She was striking, just slightly taller than the average young woman, with her hair cut in a short style. She wore more makeup than he liked, but it seemed consistent with a certain air of attentiveness, maybe even of strong-mindedness that seemed her most outstanding characteristic. Obviously, her normal duties were in the lingerie department. It was his third stop at the Mesquite,...
A Friendly BlowjobI banged on the door. "Yo, Chris! Are you in there? Stop jerkin' off! I need to borrow your printer!" I waited patiently for a few seconds. No response. I raised my hand to knock again when the door swung in, revealing Chris's exasperated face, his brown eyes glaring at me. I held up my flash drive. "I just need to print out my essay, is that okay?"He sighed. "Sure, come on. Make it quick.""What kind of a greeting is that?" I asked, as he shut the door behind me. "Is that any...
Previously, I had met Sharon, a gorgeous sexy blonde older married woman during my mid-twenties at a barbeque. We had chatted, flirted, and danced together.I had given her my number, and two weeks later we went for a drink. Afterwards, I had given her a lift home. She had told me to pull over before getting her back to her husband, to give me an amazing blowjob in the back seat.A week later we met again, and again got a blowjob in the back seat of my car.Over a week after that I finally got her...
Wife LoversWhen my wife wants something, I can sometimes find it impossible to refuse her. We'd just got back from a weekend away where we'd met some friends and swapped partners. I'd always suspected that my wife, and mother of two children, was a whole lot hornier than most women. She was kneeling on the bed wearing nothing but a smile and casually stroking my cock to hardness when she asked me the question. "Do you know Lisa from work?" I had never met Lisa but had heard all about her break up...
All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. I also, thought about her massage every day last week. After a few seconds, I said, "Certainly, I have Saturday free and will be more than happy to give your mother a special ‘birthday massage’. What about your massage? You missed yours last week." Sharon replied,” If I wake up before noon, I would love to get a massage." I said, "O. K. have a good time Friday night and I'll see you Saturday." I couldn’t believe how fast Saturday...
Matt and Jareth were skipping school to hang out at the arcade. They were seniors three weeks from graduation so they figured it wouldn’t matter. Jareth elbowed Matt. “Dude, check out the hottie on the Dr. Chomps machine!” He gestured in the woman’s direction with his chin. “Dude, you made me lose my last life!” Matt complained as his spaceship exploded. He turned to look where Jareth was pointing. “Holy shit.” She was tall, with broad hips and a big, round ass stuffed into capri-cut jeans...
Transsexual“Oh, that black horse is lovely!” Sharon cried. “Can I ride him, Aunt Pearl?” Pearl glanced sideways at her niece. She had been surprised and pleased at how nubile the girl had become since she’d seen her last. There was something about nubile young girls that Aunt Pearl always found very interesting. The horse was a brawny brute, his sleek coat jet black, his main flowing and his tail silken. He eyed the girl and his dark, moist lips curled out from his big, blunt...
It was a recurring vision and for reasons unknown the young man in my mind would always be either a black guy or a well-hung Hispanic. I had no idea where that came from but for sure it made my fantasies even more intense. If I’ve learned one thing, just one thing, in life it’s be kind to people when you’re on your way up because you never know if you might meet them again when you’re on your way back down! It’s a philosophy that has always stayed with me and...
AffairWilmington, North Carolina. October 2001. People had always called her Busy. Ever since her birth, she was always moving, and that was the reason for the name. Elizabeth Phillips was doing something whenever anyone saw her. Even when she appeared at rest, she was in reality planning and preparing for her next move towards her current goal. Her family gave her a nickname based on this quality, and it stuck. Now, for the first time she could recall, Busy Phillips was halted and at a loss for...
Chapter 1 Awww that feels so good Mistress Amy Sharon moaned as Amy fucked her ass & cunt with nine & ten inch cucumbers . Amy had brought her home about 25 minutes earlier & after have a glass of wine each , Amy was now fuckin her new momma bitch with the veggies . Once Sharon reached orgasmic bliss , Amy sat on the stacked old hags face , Sharon had 40d natural slightly saggy tits , which she slapped while Sharon ate cunt . Sharon was an expert pussy licker , often she would lick pussy...
“There were all these guys just turning up and wandering around checking out the cars,” Marcus heard the voice say. It was an innocent enough sentence at first and he only recalled it because of what was said next. “Then I saw them standing next to this car that had its internal lights on and they all had their dicks out near some sheila.”Marcus looked around and he was pretty sure that the bloke talking on his mobile phone had no idea that anyone could hear him. Hidden behind a wall of hoses...
If I’ve learned one thing, just one thing, in life it’s be kind to people when you’re on your way up because you never know if you might meet them again when you’re on your way back down! It’s a philosophy that has always stayed with me and I’ve applied in whatever walk of life or job I have been in and it has served me very well. Not for nothing am I known by many who I have met on life’s journey as ‘Friendly Wendy’. Indeed a lot of them will also remember me affectionately as ‘Bendy Wendy’....
After having started sucking off her two sons, she and Phil's sex life became a lot better. He always got much exited, when thinking of her servicing the sons and they fucked much more than they used to.He would come home to find her just finished with her duties, sometimes he would have to wait for her finishing sucking off her sons. Then they would retreat to the master bedroom and while he was fucking her, she would tell him all the details. One day he found them all together, a thing which...
Last night Billy had come home super horny cuz he had only been jerked off by Cindy in the limo ., nothing else. So being the good sex slut ,Sharon was waiting in Billys bed wearing his favorite pink bra & panty set . He muttured a quick hello and immediately shoved his massive dong down her throat nearly choking her. Bobbing up & down Sharon soon received her creamy reward. She ate the goo like she had done thousands of times before. Chapter 1 Sharon was collared & leashed as Billy...
Another Caribbean vacation.It seems whenever I take my wife, Anne, on vacation to the Caribbean island that we enjoy, she always gets in trouble… sexual trouble. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I love nothing more than to watch her being taken by some younger, bigger, assertive studbull; and that she has a definitive fetish for strange men and showing off for me. A perfect combination for a couple. But on vacation, the inhibitions seem to lessen even more than normal. My Anne is not only...
This story is based on a true story. (names have been changed) My name is Alexa. I'm an 18-year-old girl with long, dark brown hair that softly glides to almost my lower back, and light brown, glistening eyes. I have long, dark and thick eyelashes to compliment my bedroom eyes. I was fresh out of high school, exploring the world of college, which. of course, brought on a wide sense of curiosity. Before going off to college (in fact, during my last year of high school) a new family had moved...
Straight SexWhen I woke up Saturday morning, I knew it would be a very eventful day. My wife, Donna, had been making plans for quite some time, which included me dressing up as Sharon, my female alter ego. Three years ago, I had confessed to Donna my desire to wear feminine attire from time to time and she had embraced it more than I could ever imagine. In fact, she took pictures of me all dressed up or even while she fucked me with her large strap on dildo. We posted these photos on a free, picture...
CrossdressingThat afternoon I was at home doing some work out when the phone rang. It was my girlfriend Sharon. She asked if I was free to join her for some shopping at the mall.I accepted and she said she would come over and pick me up. Then I went for a quick shower and put my makeup on, when I heard Sharon pulling in the driveway. I grabbed my bag and went out to greet her.She smiled and gave me a deep kiss as she smiled to me…As we were driving she asked if I would help her pick out some new lingerie. I...
Toy Euler is a gynoid. A gynoid is a female android. For those who don’t know what an android is: it is a robot that is designed to look like and behave like a human being. When one talks about a mixed collection of androids and gynoids, they are collectively called androids (although sometimes ‘noids’), in keeping with the usual patterns of western grammar. Toy Euler is in her bathtub recharging her batteries. The recharging process is extremely heat-generating (exothermic), so along with...
Introduction: First read 1-8 , so that you may understand the relationship we had with the Judge One weekend, when I was spending the night with Sharon, the Judge came in again. We had been asleep for about an hour, I think. The light shinning into the room, from the hallway, woke me up. When the door closed, I strained my eyes, to watch Judge Cooke. He walked over to the night stand, and turned the lamp on. Sharon had her back to me. He walked over to the far side of the bed. He looked right...