Nandita To Nandini
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Over the hills and through the woods to the nudist camp we go...
The road to the camp wound all over the place as we drove over or around the various mountains. At some points it felt like we were on a roller coaster.
I wish I had the Lotus here. It would seriously hug these turns at speed.
I didn’t know what to expect when we got to the camp, but it sure wasn’t us rolling up to what looked like a big metal farm gate next to a large mailbox. There weren’t any signs, gateways, or any indications that this was anything other than a road leading up toward the farmhouse I could see about fifty feet from the road. The gate was chained and locked. June hopped out, spun the combination lock, and opened the gate. She waited for us to drive past the gate a bit before she closed and relocked it. I expected her to get right back in. Instead she moved in front of the van and stripped.
Not bad for a woman having given birth to two kids. She even shaved her pussy bald. If her breasts didn’t have that big of sag to them I would have guesses she was only in her early twenties.
Her body was in excellent shape.
“David and Molly, we are past the gate and it is locked, so you are welcome to shuck your clothes. Just keep your shoes on. The ground is faily rocky in places. The roads heading up to the cabins are gravel,” she told us.
She was laughing at both of her kids as they suddenly got shy. Bobby was completely embarrassed. Not that I blame him. Molly had stripped and folded her clothes as soon as she noticed June taking off her shirt in front of the van. I know she purposely turned, to have her back against the side of the van and put feet up on the seat, to give Bobby a boner. From my angle I had a great shot at her slightly open clam and fully erect clit. Both of her nipples were crinkled up too. She had it all on display for him.
Not wanting to be left out I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes before I pulled off my shorts and boxer briefs in one move. I stuffed them in my backpack, grabbed a towel, put it under me, and then put my shoes back on. Mary had been watching me closely trying to get a look at my dick. June was watching as well. I lifted the arm rest to turn toward Mary to let her see my limp dick resting on the towel. It gave June a clear shot too. I guessed that it was probably lying there limply at about five inches.
I started talking to Mary and Bobby about what things there was to do here besides swim.
Well besides sneaking off to get some relief or get laid.
Even though both seemed to relax a bit, Bobby couldn’t to take his eyes off Molly. Mary finally relaxed enough to pull off her shirt. She was suddenly very shy about pulling off her shorts. We were almost to where I started to see the outskirts of the camp when she finally stood up to strip them off. I watched her looking to see if I was staring at her bald mound.
She didn’t expect me to lean down to pick up her shorts, fold them neatly and then put her shoes on her feet and tie them.
Turning around to Bobby I said, “Molly has an older brother and plenty of younger ones. You don’t have anything she hasn’t seen and I’m sure she has seen her brother beating off a lot over the years. Since you have been staring at her vulva since she stripped it is only fair that you show her what you got. She won’t make fun of you having a boner.”
“Yeah,” Mary said now that she realized I wasn’t going to gawk at her. “Strip already. If they weren’t here you would already be wagging it around in my face trying to get me to look at it.”
Mary teased him until he finally gave in and stripped.
I don’t know what you are embarrassed about. Your dick looks between five to five and a half inches long as well as a bit fatter than mine.
When I saw a big blob of pre-cum ooze out the tip and start to run down the shaft of his dick I handed him the pack of tissues June tossed me. Mary was so transfixed on that clear dick drool that she had started rubbing her clit as she watched him milk himself into a tissue.
Her mom threw a pillow at her before saying, “Hey. Cut it out Mary. You know that isn’t something done in public and not in front of your brother. He can barely keep from going off without needing to touch it. He doesn’t need anything else to get him wound up, again.”
She turned red as she quickly removed her hand from down between her legs. I watched her give me a quick smile before crossing her legs. Bobby didn’t miss the chance to throw her the pack of tissues and tell her she was dripping too.
We all laughed, even Molly, and that made Bobby and Mary relax a lot. Once we pulled up to the office everyone except Bobby hopped out to stretch their legs while I went into the office with Bob.
“You must be David,” the woman behind the counter said. “We still have cabin for you and Molly if you want, but I have a counter offer. One of our regular families couldn’t make it as early this summer as they expected. They own one of the larger cabins. Most of our cabins have a single bedroom an open area where the children normally bunk out on the pull-out couch bed and bunk beds. Their cabin has a master suite with a king bed and a second large bedroom with two queens. They also have two futons stored in the attic if they are needed. You would have to be ok bunking with Rob Junior and Mary as well as Molly. I was told that you have bunked with Molly before, so that would be no problem. It would really help us out if you didn’t mind stacking up with Bob’s family. This cabin also has a full kitchen so you won’t have to eat with everyone else if you are shy or have an issue adjusting to being around naked girls and women. It would allow me to offer two cabins up to some new families whose large families are presently stuffed into the only two smaller hotel rooms we had available. They didn’t call to check on available space before they arrived.”
I asked Bob his thoughts and he told me, “June will be happy to have a kitchen and the kids won’t complain about having to bunk together in exchange for a real bedroom versus sleeping out in the common area. They is still the pull-out couch if someone doesn’t want to share a bed. Mary tends to get spooked easily when sleeping in a new place and she is woken up by any loud sound. Her screams make Bobby jump out of his skin. They don’t have that problem when sharing a bed in a hotel. Of course, they weren’t sleeping naked then. It will prove interesting. Still, I’m game.”
Since our cabin rental had already been paid in full, in advance, I told her to just put that toward the bigger cabin and Bob could take over when we left. Bob didn’t argue, so we got the keys and headed off to tell everyone the news. Bobby was out beside the van now, but it was obvious he had taken matters into his own hands, more than once, before he left the van.
Bob drove us right up to the big cabin without telling his family that we were getting a bigger cabin or that Molly and I were going to be bunking with them.
Bobby didn’t seem all that upset that he was going to be sleeping in a room with a door where Molly would also be sleeping naked. Mary can’t stop checking out my dick.
Knowing Molly like I do, I didn’t even have to guess about her doing everything she could to torment Bobby with glimpses of her pussy spread open as she moved her things and our groceries into the cabin. What made it funny was that his dick was already raw from the three times he had gone to the bathroom to beat off since we arrived. Whenever he got a boner it hurt enough that he could only get half hard before the raw feeling started to hurt so much he went limp. I was in the bedroom putting my stuff down when Molly walked in on him trying to use some hand cream to rub himself off again. She put a foot up on the toilet behind him and pushed her pussy inches from his face as she rubbed her clit. No matter how much he wanted, well needed, to jack off, his dick would start to rise and the pain would make it go away. She even reached down to jack him off and he had to push her hand away. Even rubbing her wet pussy until she came inches from his eyes wouldn’t make him get a boner.
Molly pushed his dick down and sat on his legs as she pushed him back against the toilet to try to lick his tonsils. I knew his dick was staying a shriveled shrimp in her hot fish taco. He would groan out in frustration each time he started to get hard. It didn’t help that when she felt him rising to the occasion she would grind her clit down along the raw places on his dick.
Finally, he begged her, “Molly, please stop. I so want to do this, but I don’t think my dick is going to get hard again for at least a day. I really rubbed it raw this time.”
“Ok, bye” she said hopping off his lap and giving him a little fast wave as she left the bathroom.
His phone dinged so I brought it to him. Molly had sent him a message that he owed her now for making sure he didn’t go around with a dribbling boner today and tomorrow. She even said she was going to cook dinner here so that he didn’t have to go out and be teased by everyone for rubbing his dick raw. If he wanted to thank her she had a few ideas of things he could do for her, but made no hints about what.
I’m surprised that Molly is taking such an interest in him. If he could have gotten hard I’m sure she would have screwed him, but I’m not going to tell him that.
I told him, “Bobby you really have to remember that her brain is like a super computer. I would bet money that she planned this all out in the time between when you pulled your dick head out of your shorts and when you busted your nut watching your sister’s little show. She is super nice in her own sort of way. I wouldn’t get any thoughts about doing anything sexual with her though. She doesn’t like to be touched. When she does ask you to pay up it will definitely be interesting. Do your best to try to remember that it will all be on her terms though. You don’t want to see what she would have done to you if she hadn’t had a seat belt on in the van.”
We were interrupted by a very loud crackling and hissing sound coming from the common area. When I rushed out I found that Bob and June did as well. Mary was sitting at the table with a knife cutting pieces of meat into small cubes to fit onto a grid drawn out on paper. The piece of meat she was working on was cut perfectly square and the cubes would fit perfectly on the paper when the width of the knife blade was factored in. The crackling and hissing sound came from the pans where Molly was dropping in chunks of something.
When I got close I found that she had cut up what looked like tuna and salmon into chunks the exact size as those Mary was making. In bowls beside the stove were raw shelled and deveined shrimp, various vegetables, and bowls of fruits. All of them cut into cubes except for the peppers and onions. Those were in squares the exact length and width of the cubes. She didn’t seem the least bit bothered that she was cooking completely naked with hot grease splattering and popping around on the stove. June went over to put an apron over her head and tie it. Molly didn’t even seem to notice.
Well that is at least something. She didn’t flinch or react much to June putting the apron her. Though June didn’t actually look like she touched Molly as she did it.
Molly cooked away with only quick glances over at Mary every now and then. Once she had the fish cubes cooking away in some sort of broth she went over to perfectly measure out some rice, water and butter that she moved onto a front burner on the stove. After using tongs to flip each cube of fish over she got another skillet out that she used to cook the shrimp. Vegetables, herbs and pieces of fruit went into that skillet to start cooking.
After checking on Mary again, she went right to a cabinet, opened it, and pointed up at a bowl out of her reach. I didn’t even question what she wanted and had it down on the counter where she pointed. When Mary was cutting up the last few cubes as Molly plucked the fish cubes out of the skillet and dropped them in the bowl. It went right into the oven. A quick wipe of the iron skillet with a damp cloth and she turned the heat up on it again. The cubes of beef were picked up off the paper and dropped into a bag of flour. She shook them up until there wasn’t much flour anywhere but on the cubes. Those were dumped into the hot skillet to start cooking. She pulled out another completely perfect square chunk of meat that she set in front of Mary with a piece of waxed paper marked with boxes like the last one. This meat didn’t look like beef, but it didn’t look like pork, chicken, or turkey either.
Between pushing the cubes around to have them brown on each side. She started to point at a square glass baking dish up on another high shelf. I got it down and as soon as the beef cubes were browned they went into that glass dish with onions, peppers, tomatoes, chunks of pineapple along with herbs and spices. It was popped into the oven as well. She poked at the fish cubes, but didn’t take them out of the oven.
She now turned up the shrimp to a high heat and started flipping them like I have seen on restaurant shows. They were sizzling away until she decided they were cooked enough for her. These had a specific glass dish already waiting for them on the counter with some sort of sauce covering the bottom. As with the others, these went into the oven too.
A quick check on Mary’s progress and Molly was turning down the now boiling rice but leaving it on a front burner. With nothing seeming to be ready to be cooked she grabbed a cloth from over the faucet at the kitchen sink, wet it, and put a drop of dish soap on. She began to quickly washing the grease off the counter and even the stove. All the skillets got a swipe from the cloth and then were rinsed before getting a second wash. Once Mary finished the second round of cubes Molly got them going in one of the clean skillets with the rest of the veggies and fruits. She took the cutting board and knife Mary had been using to wash them off too. After turning the meat cubes over to sear another side she got out a long round metal thing from the butcher block and quickly sharpened the knife Mary had used.
Like a little machine she moved around the stove turning the meat. Between each turn she would do something like set the table, get ice in glasses, and re-check what was in the oven. When the meat she was cooking was seared on all sides she pulled out a huge bowl and began to make a salad. Between each task she did for the salad she would take out one of the pans or bowls from the oven to take a taste, flip the meats or add something to it. Right before she started peeling and cutting the carrots for the salad she turned the oven up.
Right when she determined the rice was done she pointed up to serving bowls. She split the rice between them and covered them with dish towels. She slid over to wash out the rice pot and skillet in the sink, dry them, and then put them away. After a bit of juggling around what was in the oven she started cleaning the stove again including pulling the rings under the eyes out, lifting up the top of the range, and cleaning that whole area until it looked spotless. The rings were cleaned until they shined before she put it all back together.
I think that stove hasn’t been that clean since the day they got it.
It must have taken her longer than she expected because she added a bit of water to the rice and put it on the lower shelves of the oven after turning the oven down to warm. Once everything seemed done to her liking she disappeared off into the bedroom we were sharing. Ten minutes later she came out carrying the apron and showing that she had taken a quick shower.
She left the rice in the oven, after checking it, but pulled out the other dishes and turned off the oven.
From the refrigerator she pulled out a big bowl with all sorts of things in it, none of which I recognized. She evenly divided it up between all the dishes except for the shrimp. One by one each was dumped into a wok and tossed around until the smell coming from the stove was amazing. When each was done she put them back in their glass dishes and then into the oven again. For the shrimp she took a tiny bottle of white wine and a bowl mixed with various fruits and cherry tomatoes. It was cooked until everything, except the shrimp, was now a thick mixture looking almost like syrup. She plucked out the shrimp to put them in one serving bowl and the “syrup” stuff was poured into a large glass measuring cup.
Using trivets, she put the shrimp bowl on the table with a pair of tongs along with the stuff in the measuring cup. The fish and meat dishes were likewise set out on the table on trivets. A rice bowl was put at each end of the table along with the salad and salad bowls. The only thing I saw that she didn’t seem to make from scratch were the bottles of salad dressing.
A quick flip over her watch and we all had our phones ding with a message in our Molly Speaks client calling us to dinner.
Like anyone was going to find something else to do after having our mouths watering for the last half an hour!
I saw her take a very long set of deep breaths, watched her eyes stare off into space, and then heard her say as she pointed to the dishes, “Beef, lamb, shrimp, and glaze for shrimp.”
Point to the fish she said, “Salmon, Tuna, Mahi-Mahi, and Swordfish. Put over rice.”
Taking her glass, she went to pour herself some soda and then proceeded to serve herself.
Looking at the stunned family I said, “Count yourself very fortunate. It took her much more effort to slow her mind down enough to speak those few words than it did to make the meal. You probably won’t hear another word or sound out of her the rest of the time we are here. Her Molly Speaks app lets her communicate in seconds what she wants to convey. Oh, I forgot to tell you. You probably know there is little to no cell coverage out here in the mountains. She brought some special device that lets her connect to the cell phones and tablets here so she can communicate using her app. It will even let her text back and forth. Before you ask I still don’t have a clue how it works. She even dumbed it way down for me.”
There wasn’t much chatter at the table after that other than asking someone to pass them a dish. I noticed that Mary passed on the shrimp. When she reached for the glaze Molly that had used to cook the shrimp she took it away from Mary. Molly then grabbed a salad bowl and mixed together all the juices from the other meats. From the fridge she added some other things before tossing it in the microwave for a minute. A quick taste and she added a few more things before handing that to Mary.
That got Molly some odd looks so she rubbed over her watch and then June’s phone dinged. Instead of a quick message I noticed it had a lot of stuff that popped up. Mary’s phone dinged too.
Since Mary was next to me I got to read her phone.
“You have a shellfish allergy and no EpiPen. Sorry that I forgot to make your glaze. I smelled myself over the food and needed to shower.”
June looked at Molly to ask, “She doesn’t have a shellfish allergy. Last summer she ate shrimp a lot. It is just too expensive where we live to get it at the store. We still go out to eat on our birthdays and she had shrimp then.”
The resulting message from Molly told her how when she was picking out the food for dinner she accessed their medical records. As June already knew they drew blood at Mary’s latest checkup to check her hormone levels, among other things. The testing equipment flagged the lab results as Mary having a shellfish allergy. It was compared to a blood test taken for her school sports physical last fall. That didn’t show the allergy because she hadn’t started puberty then. What looked like breast buds last summer were just from the baby fat Mary had started to add to be ready for puberty. The test results Molly provided were accompanied by details from the two different companies that made the automated testing equipment. She also had five studies that well documented cases of children becoming allergic to shellfish, bee stings, and wide range of other things which never affected them before puberty. Four of them specifically noted that their large test groups had only five percent with a family history of these allergies.
Molly’s watch dinged at her and then she sent another message to June.
Mary’s doctor had been contacted to verify the test results. He also confirmed the previously undiagnosed shellfish allergy and called in a prescription to a special needs pharmacy that Molly uses for her various medications. Four EpiPens would be arriving by a courier, who also happened to be staying at the nudist resort, as part of his last run of the day.
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Twitter Porn AccountsHe watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Hmm. What was Tandra going to say? “Well, that isn’t how I wanted this to go,” Tandra told me. “Brutal little girl, isn’t she. I suspect someone set me up to come here to have me finally talk to you about that day. It was all my fault about lightning striking you. I’ve heard you say how you felt off that whole day and part of the day before. Now I get it. You were the only person who was nice to me all the time. I had some girls who I thought were my friends. We had hung out together for a...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversSo, what sorts of powers did I get with the federal stuff that kicked in when I turned eighteen? “I don’t know who you are yet, Mr. Jones, but I have no choice but to trust you. I ask for the same in return,” the cop told me. “Deal,” I replied. “Your partner is a twitchy ass.” The guy smiled and said, “Unofficially, on that, we agree. He shit in his pants when you plucked out the barbs like they were mosquitos. Officially, I’m not about to even try to piss off someone that moves as quickly...
There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...