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Saturday night, we had a dance party.My eighteen-year-old sister wore a low-cut dress, showing off her bulging boobs, and sexy stockings with lines in the back… Lines that went all the way up to the candy store.Tabby drank wine and danced with all my buddies.Wiggling her tits, flashing her thighs as she gyrated to the
I wake up this morning with great satisfaction, I can even say that I had the best night of my life. Last night I made love with my mother Linda, 40 years old. She even let me cum inside her, what more could I hope for. Although I had lived the most taboo experience ever
Shit, shit, shit.Ian had got caught breaking a cardinal rule: Don’t fuck a buddy’s family member behind their back.In fairness, everyone knows Bill’s mom and dad have an open marriage. And Mrs. Cornwall had invited Ian to come and play with her in so many words. Ian had to assume she knew it would be
Hi, it’s Tom. You don’t have to respond. I gave my presentation last month.We have a much larger turnout than usual tonight. We have a mystery guest speaker, someone who is not a member of the group. I’ve helped Dave set up a screen in the front of the room. It’s not a movie screen
My wife died about 15 years ago, leaving me a 41-year-old man with a sizeable insurance settlement and a 12-year-old daughter. The money was enough for me to be comfortable, and for work to be an option, not a necessity.Jenny was a childhood friend of my daughters. As they grew up, Jenny grew to be
(Author’s note: This story feels relatively tame. However, I It is the first of a series that will include Bondage, Flogging, CNC, Public Sex, Water-sports, Group Sex, as well as Gay and Lesbian sex. If these things are not your cup of tea consider yourself warned.)Europe is a crazy place. Or at least, Americans letting
Chapter 3: BeckyI made it back to the house first. Will had the music going, and he was settled in the recliner drinking a beer. When Jeannie and the girls came in I noticed how they looked at me: Jeannie smiled, Becky looked at me wide-eyed then looked away, and Elle avoided looking in my
I had been visiting a friend and had planned on staying all afternoon but his parents came back and got into a big row with him so I beat a hasty retreat. The weather was glorious so I decided to walk the mile or so back to our house. Dad and mum were away for
My sister Kim was 7 years younger than I, and thus we did not have a lot in common. When I hit puberty she was starting school. When she hit puberty I was in college. Oh, we shared the usual family things, birthdays, holidays, vacations and such. But our interests were years and worlds apart.
“Search [Orgy] to skip context.””All feedback is appreciated.”[Context]Nancy was looking at Adam, her bright red lips merely inches from her husband’s cock.She was stroking him, a broad smile on her face while she listened to the moans and felt the twitches in his manhood. She stuck her tongue out, viciously licking the perimeter of the
Many, many years ago I made an appointment with a counsellor to attempt to understand myself and live a more fulfilling life. One of the first things she asked me to do was to write a sexual fantasy for her, which I did. I sent it to her as requested so she’d have time to
I always looked forward to visiting my mum’s brother Uncle Raymond. When I was growing up, he’d become a father figure to me seeing as my own dad died when I was only three. As I got older, I started developing inappropriate feelings for him. Now that I’d turned eighteen, my lustful thoughts were stronger
I lean back into the lounge chair and luxuriate in the warmth of the sun on my skin. The late morning light dapples the pool in front of me, and low mountains rise in the distance. My husband and I are at this resort for the rest of the week, taking a well-deserved respite from
This is the second chapter of the Peppermint story; however, it is set before the events described in the first chapter. I therefore suggest that it may be beneficial to read that chapter.As I drove home in the hours that followed our session I had plenty of time to think. Firstly, of course, of my
Part 13: IncestChapter 30: Incest – Christmas with the Morgans. Karen comes home.When I woke up, Mom was awake next to me. I asked, “How long did we sleep?””Not too long. It’s a little after four.”Then I noticed what had awakened me. Mom was face down with her ass in the air and her body
I spent five years working abroad, and after such a long time away I expected there to be a period of time where everyone adjusted to my return. It had been a while since I had even had the opportunity to spend time with my husband and daughters. I’d called and video chatted often, and
I had just finished an exciting year on an overseas student exchange and was happy to be back home. Whilst I was thrilled with my time in Japan, away from all the constraints of living at home, where I had spent most of my time exploring my sexuality. I was looking forward to settling back
This story involves the event I had been waiting for since the day Jack left for the summer was past. It happened my senior year in college and I had just given the gift of my virginity to someone special. His name is Tucker and, today, we’ve been married for two years.”How is it,” you
Authors Note:I am trying something new this is one of five stories written from the same prompt but with different characters to explore how a story changes when you change the characters. I’d love your feedback on the concept as I have future stories in mind I would like to try with the same concept
There are many benefits to being a marine biologist. Artistic liberties taken regarding coral reproduction.***At the beginning of every semester, I think to myself, ‘I can do it. I can take this 8AM class. I can be a morning person.’ And every semester, without fail, I find myself here, bolting down the halls, perpetually late.