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“Now you’re gonna get it!” I shouted, unable to completely disguise the amusement in my tone.
I leapt from the couch, clawing over my shoulders and under my shirttail for the ice cube my laughing step-daughter had dropped under my collar. I spun around.
Before me, on the far side of our family room couch, stood my eighteen-year-old step-daughter, Christina. …
Read More →Sunday morning found the William’s household much more relaxed and content. For Chad and Julie, the sexual tensions surrounding their daughter was now defused, since they both admitted to mentally lusting after their sexy, teenage, daughter. The two shared knowing glances when Samantha came into the kitchen for breakfast wearing only a skimpy t-shirt. When she stood at the counter …
Read More → “How did the interviews go?” asked Kathy, unbuttoning her blouse.
Sitting on their bed, Jeff looked up, still lost in thought. “Did
you find someone to help you?” “Nope,” he said, watching calmly as his wife unclasped her bra.
“Tomorrow will be looking at four more applicants.” Caught
boyishly by the sight of Kathy’s naked breasts, Jeff smiled slightly. “That’s …
While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and
hearing my wife with another man didn’t seem to ever come close to being
realized. I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a
massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She
claimed to enjoy the …
I was living in northern California and attending college when I
met Debra. I was thirty-five, having gotten a late start on academic
life, and she was ten years younger. She was tall, athletic, and
adventurous; she also had a curvaceous body, slim-waisted with
proudly jutting, firm tits, and a truly delightful pussy with the
fleshiest lips I had ever …
This story is true. I swear it. The people in it are real. These
springs really exist in the mountains somewhere north of
Seattle…however, the cooperative that maintains them doesn’t
want any extra publicity, so the exact location is going to have to
stay a secret. He walked slowly up the mountainside bowed under the heavy
pack on his back, …
Karen was my boss at work, and from the first time I saw
her, I had to have her. While a pussy may be the source
of a woman’s pleasure, I believe that the face is the
source of her beauty. And Karen’s face was magnificent.
Most women seem to comment about the softness of another
woman’s body and breasts, …
I couldn’t move for a moment as I looked up at Peter.
(By the way, Peter looks just like Chuck Norris to me,
except his hair is a reddish-blonde color and he’s
much younger. He even wears a closely cropped beard
just like Norris.) Then I realized that I had my boy-
friend’s erect cock in my hand and that …
Its been about two months since Carmen and Peter
moved into the apartment behind mine in the big old
Victorian mansion on Rose Lane. Jeff and I became
friends with this older couple and I immediately
appropriated Carmen as my running partner. I had been
looking for a running companion for some time and
Carmen fit the bill perfectly. And …
It was a quiet Friday evening at the Evans’ house.
The boys had gone to Greg’s parent’s house for
dinner and to go to see the Christmas lights. That
left Greg and Callie alone until late that night,
unless, of course, the boys convinced their
grandparents to let them spend the night. The
chances of that were good. Callie had …
An interesting situation came up yesterday. I had been off the internet for
a few weeks and I came back on and one of the things I wanted to do was to
check your website. The part I find most fascinating is the ‘Dirty Diary.’
I assume you have a larger section inside your website for those who can pay…
After that night things changed in my life. I had never
seriously considered sex with another woman before. I
had never even thought about gay sex before, I like the
big stiff Nordic cock that Jeff has to offer too much
to ever switch genders, but I had to admit that the
encounter with Carmen was something I’d never forget. …
As I lay cradled in Ryan’s arms on the bathroom floor, the reality, the sheer
perversity of the whole thing didn’t hit home really. What managed to
penetrate the pleasure induced haze that inhabited my brain was the amazing
sense of power that I derived from controlling the situation. It was better
than drugs or alcohol by far. Of course, …
Viviane had almost got used to her nakedness. But she refused to go to a
restaurant without any clothes. So Marie-Noelle had provided her with
large white cotton trousers, that were nevertheless way to short, a
matching cotton vest and a pair of espadrilles. The evening air was
still warm and Marie-Noelle assured her that a casual outfit was more…
“How are my folks treating you, Tammy?” Priscilla asked over the phone.
The young girl was sprawled out on the bed, the phone propped against
her ear. “Your parents are real nice,” Tammy replied. A hint of unhappiness
revealed itself in the girl’s voice. She was sitting at the bedroom
window, looking at the street below. The city traffic and …