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Big Hands

It was an accident! Really! I was a late bloomer. Walking out of high school at the end of my sophomore year, I was as flat as a board. Okay, I did have a couple of minor mounds on my chest but at age sixteen, I was definitely considered to be as flat as a board. I always kept a low profile at school wearing baggy clothing. Unlike Billie Eilish, I had nothing to hide. All that changed during the summer.By the end of June, my minor mounds were definite hillocks. They ached and when I touched or...

Cousins helping hand pt 3

I had my headphones on and reading when suddenly I felt my door open. “Did I say you could come in twerp!” I said before I looked over my shoulder. “No jackass it's time to eat.” Jessica said “Oh it's you no thanks, Especially if you cooked I prefer to starve over die of some food borne illness or possible posioning.” I replied flatly “Do what you want see if I care.” Jessica said walking out “I already know you don't care!” I said loud enough for her to hear me. She spun...

Mother Takes Matters in Hand

Helen finished her shower and stepped out onto the bathmat. As she reached for a towel she glanced briefly in the mirror. Sure enough Eric, her seventeen year old son, was peeping through the window. The curtain was a poor fit and there was enough of a gap to see through. Helen fumbled as she lifted the towel from the rail and bent at the waist to pick it up from the floor. She stayed that way for a few long seconds, her shapely backside and thighs directly in her son's line of sight, her...

My Father s Hands

100% fiction! There was something about my father’s hands—something that captivated me. Soft, dark hair dusted the area just above the knuckles, and thick veins stood prominent beneath the weathered skin. His fingers were large and strong, yet quick and clever. They were hands equally capable of crushing or caressing. Hands that ___ one moment and charmed a violin the next. Powerful hands; gentle hands. The hands of an artist—the hands of a carpenter. I spent most of my childhood watching those...

Ranch Hand ch 1

By ldtexas My name is Cris, and this is my story... I was 18 and had spent five of the last six years in and out of foster homes, jail and halfway houses. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 12 and there were no relatives to take me in. I admit that I was a handful at that point, was very mad that my folks left me all alone and I guess I let it out by being a pain in the ass to those foster families that took me in. It took going to juvenile hall for six months on an...

His Hands

(my first time out here. Please be patient. Was watching a lot of vampire movies.. LOL) I dream of his hands holding mine, but mostly I dream of his hands on my body, stroking and caressing my throat. That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow...

Helping Hands

Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway. The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them. Shaking her head to toss her tawny curls, a few of which were sticking to her lotion-covered...

Helping Hands Billys Story

Teresa and I first got to know each other at college. We’d both had unhappy encounters with young men – overgrown boys, really – who were eager for sex but lacked experience, patience, technique, everything you look for in a compatible lover. Not that we were experts ourselves but there was an inescapable mood of hedonism at the time that led us to discuss what we might be missing. Perhaps it was inevitable that one evening after we had shared a bottle of cheap plonk, we found ourselves in bed...

The perfect hand job

We’re together in our bedroom. I’m naked. I watch her slip her tiny pastel pink panties down her long, slender, honey tanned legs. I feel my penis start to rise as I enjoy the view of her big breasts swinging sensuously and the lightly furred mound between her luscious legs. I take her by her waist, pull her gently toward me so her belly is against mine and her breasts are against my chest. We kiss. I slide my hand down her soft smooth front and cup my hand over her mound, easing my fingers...

My Wife In The Hands Of Black Men

My wife and I had been married for almost three years before it happened. Our sex life had been very standard up to that point;straight sex two or three times a week, a little oral sex if I asked for it and she was in the right mood, but nothing kinky. No anal sex, fisting or swapping, etc. Not that I hadn’t asked for it but she just wasn’t interested in anything that ‘hurt’ involved. I am 32 and my wife is 28. We have one c***d, a girl of 8,and live in a nice suburban neighborhood with a white...

WHO S HAND IS IN MY PANT S

I've always dreaded our family reunion! All the family at one table bitching at each other about one thing or another and I was afraid this years was going to be the same... But Grandpa loves to see everybody so we all come for him God bless him he's the glue that holds this family together! Old and tough as shoe leather but he has a sense of humor and always makes me laugh some how... thats why I go! I had a long ride ahead of me but I didn't mind that at all pop a cd in and roll there...

A Helping Hand

Warning - contains fisting references do not proceed if that offends you! If not, then enjoy!For Jeni - hopefully by way of inspiration!The solution, when you thought about it, seemed obvious. It had been two months since your introduction to the Rose Garden, and you had been back three times since then.The first time had been similar to your original visit, then on the second time, a couple of girls had spent some time with you showing how to relax your ass, and open it using your fingers....

Helping Hands

Liz sighed, watching an especially amorous young couple who had obviously forgotten they were on a public beach. He was gorgeous, and as much as Liz would have liked to live vicariously through the redhead he was pawing for a few minutes, she blew her whistle anyway. The pair looked more than a little embarrassed when they finally realized after the second tweet that the whistle was meant for them. Shaking her head to toss her tawny curls, a few of which were sticking to her lotion-covered...

First Hand Job By Neighbor Sister

Hi my name is Ramu this story is about my first hand job by my neighbor sister. Let me start this story by describing my neighbor sister. Her name is Surabhi she is very attractive girl. Her structure is so nice. Her measurements are 32-26-32 she used to wear jeans and t-shirt and pajamas during the night. She used to take tuition for me and some more kids around. Because her being neighbor I used to go often to her house. Sometimes I used to sleep in her house to give some company to her when...

Helping Hands Billy s Story

Teresa and I first got to know each other at college. We'd both had unhappy encounters with young men - overgrown boys, really - who were eager for sex but lacked experience, patience, technique, everything you look for in a compatible lover. Not that we were experts ourselves but there was an inescapable mood of hedonism at the time that led us to discuss what we might be missing. Perhaps it was inevitable that one evening after we had shared a bottle of cheap plonk, we found ourselves in bed...

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