Sister In Law Fucked With A Cucumber
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I met her at a company party. She was standing alone by a window at the far end of the room. She had dark red hair, green eyes, long legs and the most incredible tits I had ever seen. I figured what the heck, if she’s not alone, she’ll tell me where to get off.
“Hi, my name is Greg. I noticed you were standing here alone and I felt badly
that you weren’t talking to anyone.”
“Hi Greg, I’m Kristin and I’m new to the company, I only began two weeks ago.”
When I asked her where she worked before, she was non-committal, telling me she had worked in various locations and at different jobs. I just accepted that. I spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing with her. It was one of those rare acquaintances that actually turned into a friendship. It started the following weekend when I took Kristin to dinner at one of my favorite places. I picked her up about seven and we arrived at the place about 7:30 for our 8:00 o’clock reservation. We sat in the lounge and sipped a glass of wine. The whole dinner was very romantic and the ambiance of the place struck just the right chord with Kristin. As we were leaving, it was about 10:30…these romantic dining places have a way of stretching the evening out. We got into the car and Kristin laid her hand on my right thigh. It sort of distracted me and for a minute I couldn’t start the car. When we arrived at her place, she invited me in. I was sort of taken back as this was really only our first date and she really didn’t know me, but I gladly accepted the invite. She lived in a townhouse, very attractively decorated and quite comfortable. She said she was only renting it right now but hoped to save enough to purchase it in the near future. She went into another room and came back with a bottle of wine which she proceeded to open. She poured two glasses and then sat right next to me on the sofa. We sipped the wine for a few moments when she handed me her glass and put her head on my shoulder. I took this to be a sign that she wanted to “Cuddle” a little, so I put my glass down on the table and put my right arm around her. She snuggled closer to me and looked up at me as if inviting me to kiss her. I moved my lips closer to hers and she didn’t move. I thought maybe I had misinterpreted her desires and moved back a bit.
“Greg, what’s wrong?”
“Well, nothing Kristin, it’s just that I think I misinterpreted what you
wanted….I thought you wanted me to kiss you and…well….when you didn’t move I
thought maybe I guessed wrong…I certainly don’t want to offend you.”
“Oh, no, you thought correctly, I do want you to kiss me, it’s just that,
well…”
“What Kristin, what’s the matter?”
“It’s just that I don’t have much experience at this romance thing.”
Now, thought, maybe I was really thinking incorrectly, but by my estimate,
Kristin was about 37 or 38, maybe a little older. I mean, I wasn’t going to ask,
but the notion of a beautiful woman like this having no experience, kind of blew
my mind. Nevertheless, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her cheek.
“Kristin, just relax,” I said.
I placed my lips against hers and kissed her softly on the lips. She responded by putting her arms around my neck and pulling her face closer, as if she could move any closer to me. I teased her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth a little and I eased my tongue in, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She tasted good…no experience? We kissed for awhile and then she pulled back a little. I could tell she was really perplexed.
“Greg, I think I owe you an explanation.”
“No you don’t Kristin, you don’t owe me anything,” I replied.
“No,” she said “I’m acting foolishly, I really don’t know what to do.”
Kristin then went on to explain that she had been a nun since she was barely 18. Not only had she been a nun for all these years, she was a virgin, that’s right she had never had sex with any man. She had never had any sexual experience. I’ll have to admit, I was flabbergasted at this notion. I had had nuns in school, but that was years ago and I hadn’t given any thought to what they did or didn’t do sexually.
“Well, Kristin,” I said “I have to be honest, I’m really surprised, you’re
not pulling my leg, are you?”
She assured me she wasn’t but asked me to kiss her some more. She told me it
made her feel warm and that she was very attracted to me. I could see that her
nipples were erect, so I sensed she was feeling sexually aroused, at least a bit
aroused. I took a chance and began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was
completely unbuttoned, I could see her ripe tits pushing to be released from the
material.
“Kristin, is it OK if un-hook your bra?”
“Yes.” was all she said as she moved forward so I could unhook the hooks in the
back. I hadn’t felt like this since the early days of high school when I had my
first experience with Sally King. I continued gently, lifting the bra up so I
could touch her tits.
“Greg, I like this feeling and I’m not a total idiot, I do know that if we’re
going to have sex we have to get undressed.”
She got up and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. When we were there I
eased her blouse off her shoulders and then eased the bra off so that she was
completely naked on top. then I unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the
floor. She removed her pantyhose and was left standing there with green silk
bikini briefs and I mean very brief.
I began unbuttoning my shirt and she took up where I started. I let the shirt
fall to the floor and she took the initiative of unbuckling my trousers. I put
my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, close enough so that her breasts
were against my chest. I kissed her softly and began running my fingers up and
down her back. I grabbed her ass and lifted her a bit so that her pussy was
against my now full erection.
“Greg, can I take your shorts off?”
“Sure.”
She put her hands in the waist and began pulling them down. When she saw my
erection, which I guess was about 8 inches, maybe a little less, she gasped. I
could tell she had never seen an erect penis before. I wondered if she had ever
seen a penis in any state. She took it in her hand and stroked it softly. As she
was doing this, I eased her panties off of her and she kicked them out of the
way. I made her put her arms at her side and I moved so that I could run the
head of my penis between her vaginal lips, which I discovered were quite moist.
Well, at least there were no problems with physiology.
“Kristin, have you ever had an orgasm?”
“I don’t think so, I was always afraid of committing some sort of sin, they were
always after us about keeping pure.”
“Well, before I try to put my penis into your vagina I think I ought to teach
you a few things.”
I eased Kristin onto the bed and, as we were facing each other, I began stroking her back, starting at the top and going down to that point right before it melds with her ass. Then I traced my fingers on the outside of her ass crack. I kissed her neck, her shoulders and her arm that was free. I eased her onto her back and kissed the area of her chest right above her breasts. I began stroking the side of her left breast then the front of it. They were beautiful, nicely formed, full and firm. I then stroked around her left nipple, teasing it as I played with it. Then I straddled Kristin and massaged each of her breasts and nipples with the head of my cock. She was simply mesmerized and said nothing. I moved back to her side and took her left nipple into my mouth and then the right one.
“Kristin, is any of this making you feel good?” I asked.
“Oh, yes Greg, don’t stop, please, it feels so good right between my legs.”
“Kristin, you know sometimes we call that area your pussy, sometimes we call it cunt, but it’s all the same. Sometimes men and women, when they’re having sex like to use those other names, just like they call a penis a cock or prick, sometimes other names, but all it does is heighten the experience.”
I began kissing down her belly and over her soft cunt hair which was a really nice reddish color. She had a lot of it and it wasn’t trimmed, but then she had never even had sex. The hair was slightly damp. Her pussy lips were pretty swollen, to the point where they were separated and I could see her smaller pussy lips. I kissed over her slit and then eased the lips apart with my fingers. When I separated her lips there was a torrent of pussy juice that poured out of her opening. I licked it and then ran my tongue the length of the space between her lips. At the top of her vaginal opening I could see she had a clit that was quite aroused and engorged. I teased it with my tongue and her response was sort of spasmodic. I continued doing her clit with my tongue and then I ran my fingers on the insides of her thighs. I moved back up to her pussy and tried to see if her hymen had been broken, which it had. I guess this must have happened when she put a tampon in, but I didn’t know if that would even do it, I doubted it. Anyway, I eased only one finger inside of her and I could hear her breathing more heavily as I explored her inner pussy. I felt inside for her spot and I could feel an area inside her about two inches or so on the roof of her vagina that was swollen so I pushed lightly against it and the response was immediate…she began breathing very heavily so I continued doing this and began kissing and stroking her clit with my tongue. She began to climax violently, arching her back as if to drive her cunt further into my fact. She was screaming my name and telling me to keep “Sucking out her pussy.”
Finally, her arousal began to abate and she turned to face me, putting her
arms around my neck and kissing me as she cried softly.
“Greg, if that was an orgasm, I want to have another one, then another and
another, I don’t want it to end. Can you do the same thing with your pen..I mean
your cock?”
“Yes,” I said “Would you like me to try?”
I eased her on her back and she instinctively spread her legs. I told her to take my organ and guide it into her cunthole. I purposely used the word to get her used to it. She put the tip of it into her hole and then hesitated. I told her it would be easiest if she got it wet. So she eased a little more of it in and then I helped her by pushing my self in. She lifted so I could get my cock past her pubic bone and then I eased the rest of my penis slowly into her very wet, slippery, tight vagina. I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking a former nun. Damn, I think it really turned me on. I pushed forward as far as I could, ramming the hilt of my pole against her clit. We both moved slowly, small thrusts. I wanted to make her climax again. She had this far off look in her eyes as I moved my cock in and out and up against her love organ. I lowered my weight on top of her and lined my legs up on top of hers. I told her to close her legs as I put my legs outside of hers. She felt her legs closing in on my balls. This also drove my pecker deeper into that vaginal well that was so full.
“Greg, I like the feel of your things, testicles, against my legs, does that
feel good to you when I squeeze?”
All I could do was groan in pleasure. I kept moving and I could hear her
beginning to moan as she neared her second climax. She actually was screaming at
me now:
“GODDAMN IT GREG, DON’T STOP, fuck me harder, PUSH THAT COCK INTO MY FRESH
UNUSED PUSSY, MAKE IT CRY AGAIN”
I was nearing orgasm and that about put me over the edge. I lifted myself up on
my hands so that I could watch myself going in and out of this virginal pussy.
Finally, I could stand it no longer and I released all holds and began shooting
my load into sister’s pussy with such great force that I said “God I like
fucking your sister!” Kristin stiffened as I continued pulsing my hot cream into
her drooling pussy and she began shouting again as I felt her inner muscles
tense with more sexual spasming as her third orgasm erupted.
We lay there beside each other, still joined, but spent. I told her I couldn’t
believe she had never experienced an orgasm before. She said she couldn’t
believe she hadn’t either. I told her that no one would ever believe the fantasy
that I had fucked a nun. She corrected me “former nun.” This was the day Sister
Made Me Cum.
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LesbianIn the following months I entertained many guests at Mistress Pickles’ house and my First Lady was a regular visitor. She sometimes liked to take both Maria, to whom I had become exceeding close, and me to her room and we would entertain her together. Mistress Pickles’ salon had become well known amongst ladies of class and, of course, a certain inclination. One evening we were in the salon, playing charades as I recall, when the Mistress arrived with Jenkins and asked us all to sit and pay...
Lesbian‘Your guest left a small present for you, my dear.’ This was Mistress Pickles speaking when later we met, I having been summonsed to her sitting room. Jenkins stood as silent as the grave in her habitual corner of the room. I was dressed and hair pinned and presentable. She handed me an envelope which I opened to find a sum of money the like of which I had never seen before. ‘You have clearly made an impression, Madeleine. You will give the money to me and I will ensure that it is placed safely...
LesbianMy Lady was most tender as we dried ourselves. Despite her earlier complaint of having been exhausted by our coupling she seemed, having taken the bubbling wine, to recover. We had sipped our wine seated facing each other, both naked, in the soft chairs the room provided. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was...
LesbianAt 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table...
LesbianIt's not easy to ask a woman, and a friend, to witness the humiliation of your husband, but it had to be done. I place a call to the only woman that I trust to get the job done, aside from the one who is already helping me on this task. "Hello, Mrs. Blanc." "Hello, Mrs. Riviera." "What's up, Cate." "I have a favor to ask and if you don't want to do it, you're the only one I trust to suggest someone else." "What do you need?" "I need an actress in a role play scenario. There wouldn't be much...
AnalIt was just a silly love story that I published on a smutty amateur erotica website, and it all went horribly wrong. It was based largely on the real-life redemption of my marriage, after infidelity almost ended it. But I used too much of my real life. Too many damning details made it traceable back to me, and now there is Hell to pay. My name is Marie, and if you haven't read the twelve parts of the Last Wives Club story, that's okay. I will briefly re-introduce the main characters and attempt...
LesbianI may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding the household’s activities. We were by no means prisoners. All of the ladies were willing and, it must...
I may have given the impression that all in Mistress Pickles’ household was, as it were, idyllic. It would, I now conjecture, be naïve to assume that a house full of women such as it was would be so. In fact there were tensions. Not all the ladies were as pleasant as Maria or Bella. There were times of great boredom and we were somewhat restricted because of the necessary secrecy surrounding the household’s activities. We were by no means prisoners. All of the ladies were willing and, it must...
LesbianAs i lay in bed next to my useless snoring husband i heard the boys, my son and his friend David come homeThey were a little noisy but not too bad considering they would have been drinking all evening. The bedroom door to our room was open and i saw my son, Mark walk past toward his room, followed shortly after by his friend David. David looked in at me as he went past. I could see his silhouette in the dark, he was taller than Mark, and a good looking boy with dark hair and a lovely...
Climbing off the bus the following morning, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t let the excitement of my Aunt’s coming to visit that night take away from the John Travolta-like walk from the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever I had practiced since the girls fought over me. I had been right to think I would be the talk of the school today, especially since Becky and Regina were suspended for the remainder of the week. Both boys and girls peeled away as I strolled down the corridors...
She basically let me raise myself while she was out drinking, using drugs, sucking and fucking anything with a dick, including me but that’s another story! Good times! But because I raised in a fucked up life, I grew up fast and became interested in thing most teens wouldn’t. Especially older women. I use to spy on my my mom when she would bring guys home. Loved watching her fuck those guys. I loved hearing her screams and moans. I feel like I learn a lot from watching it. I tested things...
Below is the transcript between my self and an Xhamster user named Loufresh. She enjoyed exposure porn, but also never wished to be exposed herself. fisterguy: hi. I love the exposed pics too. can I have some of your gallery passwords?loufresh: for big one it's huren for other it's huren2fisterguy: thanks!loufresh: feel free to comment lolfisterguy: can I post those on tumblr?loufresh: sure........post anything you get from mefisterguy: http://fisterguy.tumblr.com/postedloufresh: hey! I saw...
My sex life has really sucked since the night I took a pathetic victim of spousal abuse from his home to a safe house. Since then, Mr. Fuscia has come a long way toward recovering while I have been haunted by the things I witnessed and the things that I did to him on that night. I've since become his sponsor and he has become my second male protégé, having taken the oath after I convinced him that we had more to offer him if he committed to an alliance. I visited him at the safe house and...
Group SexStepsisterBy Sonya EsperantoStory:FIRST WEEK - Monday Later AfternoonJames was out by the backyard. He was smoking a cigarette, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched!! His backyard faced a cliff, that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico. He lived in a big mansion, on the top of a hill, somewhere off the coast of Miami, Florida. He quickly threw away the cigarette, since he believed his parents would be home any moment!! James ...
After Madeline's first lesson with me the week passed quickly, and I found myself thinking about her more and more. The whole event seemed odd in so many ways, like her rapid change from shy to extrovert and back again. Either way I was back again the following Monday and like last time her mum greeted me at the door. "Welcome back Alex, how was your weekend?" she greeted me. "Good thanks Mrs Walker, and you?" I replied. "Very good thanks, but please, call me Jasmine. Now Maddi is in her room...
First TimeCarmelita eyed Mark’s stiff cock with lust. She knew the devilish glint in her dark eyes told him better than words that his new Stepmother was more eat-hungry now than fuck-hungry. She was standing before him, naked from the waist down, baiting him with her cunt, while her wet pink tongue licked still another invitation across her plush red lips. Suddenly her heart was pounding faster when a wicked little smile creased his lips. Without waiting another second, she dropped to her knees...
8th Febuary, 2009. Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea. London An an expensive, high performance car is always a useful accessory when dealing with Sloane Rangers, or indeed with any other type of female, I drove to Bayswater in the Porsche. I parked as close as possible to Gemma's house, then rapped on the lion headed Georgian brass knocker on the front door. It opened to my knock so quickly someone must have been in the hallway. On first acquaintance the petite and slim Lady...
sisterly love.It was a weekend in the middle of summer. I didn't have much planned since I had to work early in the morning so I headed to bed early. What a bummer right? Well I was awoken in the middle of the night around 2am. I received a call from my brother in law to pick up my sister. She had been to the club and she was drunk. She only went there because the drive as well was drunk. They had nowhere else to go! So I got dressed and headed over to pick up my sister. My brother was working...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Grown and living in separate states, my sister and I jumped at the offer by our parents of a paid trip to Hawaii. We hadn't all been together for several years and the idea of a couple of weeks in paradise together, paid for by our parents, was almost too good to be true. We met at our parent's home to fly out to California, and from there, on to Hawaii. When we arrived at our hotel in Hawaii, I learned that the folks had arranged for themselves to...
IncestI take a deep breath, self-consciously adjust my mask, cinch up the belt on my trenchcoat and prepare to walk into the roomful of women. I'm wearing little else and the room is uncomfortably warm. But the trenchcoat is only a prop. I won't be wearing it long. I'm about to embark on a new phase of my association with the sisterhood. Barbie Malibu is introducing me. "When I try to come up with a sister who has come further, accomplished more, and shared more of herself with us than our guest...
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