Tegan awoke abruptly as she head the door to her room open and a swathe of light cut across her bed for a moment, disturbed as someone entered through the ajar door, then another click and the room was cast into darkness again. She could hear someones breathing other than her own, confirming if it were not already obvious that the person remained in the room with her. For a few confused moments she wondered why, then a few lingering aches in her body reminded her of her arrangement with her three housemates. Any time, any place, anyway, she was theirs, and presumably it was sometime in the morning and one of her housemates had come to reap their benefits.
“You’ve got to be kidding me mother! I’m 18, I have a boyfriend, its not some strange thing!” I yell back at my mom.
Fuck! It’s cold out here!’ I thought as I hit the door leading outside. A 4a.m. call to get to my high school and then ride a bus two hours to what was probably going to amount to a very boring wrestling tournament… There was no upside here… well other than the fact that this would be my very last wrestling tournament as a minor! My 18th birthday was tomorrow! I stopped and pulled my bag on and wrapped the blanket I always carried with me on a tournament around myself; dashing to the front of the house where Joe, my best friend, was parked. I stripped off my bag and blanket and threw them in the back seat. I jumped in the seat next to Joe and smiled at him.
My mother and I had been living alone in our small house in the country side for as long as I can remember. We only had each other (although our recent addition was a little kitten called princess) and always got along perfectly with little to no fighting, we hugged alot and spoke about everything. She would always demand a kiss on her cheek before I left for school in the mornings and another before going to sleep. I was 15 at the time with average looks, my mother was in her late 50s. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders and a curvy figure, a little bit chubby. Back then there was not much sexuality in the air among the other kids at my school, some of us would still giggle at words such as penis and vagina, others had a partner but would only ever go as far as kissing and holding hands. We didnt have playboy mags or the internet for porn. Summer holidays came and I decided to stay at home with my mother to just sit back and relax with some television and soda, most of my friends all went to camps or trips; I honestly couldnt wait to just stay at home and do nothing. I didnt have to worry about homework, I didnt have to worry about getting up early to get ready for school, I didnt have to worry about anything.
The new school year came and I continued on with the university, the frat and high-school with the help of Devon. It was like part of me was missing so I threw myself into my schoolwork with little social activities other than what Devon insisted that I attend to keep in good graces with the fraturnity. When I graduated Devon asked me up to his room when I walked in his full size bed had been replaced with two twin beds. “What happened are you getting a room-mate?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face. I got used to his bed and had my own notch in the mattress. He responded to me by saying “I hoped so since you are now a full time college student I thought you might room with me. But I do not want the other brothers to think we are lovers like Keith and you were. With permission from your parents the twin beds will remain until one of us graduate.”
Should I tell you about my future sister-in-law? Well, her name is JoeAnn, Joe for short. She was living with me and my fiancée (her sister) for a while in our 2 bedroom apartment. Anyway, Susan, my future wife, had gone to the mall, and, Joe and I were watching TV. I was 24, she was 18, and had just been divorced. We were watching something, when she took the remote and turned the channel! I looked surprised, but took the remote and turned it back. She grabbed it out of my hands and turned it again, then put the remote behind her back. Well, not wanting to let this teenager get the better of me, I tried to take it from her. We struggled and play fought. Now, I am in the (bad) habit of not always wearing underwear. I like him to hang free sometimes. Well, this happened to be one of those times. As we fought, I got her down on her back on the floor. I hadnt noticed before now, but she, obvious to me now, didnt always wear a bra. I had never noticed her nipples, but they stood out hard and proud now. I looked at her and saw she had been looking at me. She smiled, but then pretended to be smiling about the fact she had the remote.
It was a normal Friday morning at work, not a lot going on, so I and a friend took off, we went for coffee, and talked, the chat turned to sex, I told her that I had not had any in a few weeks, we laughed and giggled like school girls, the decided to go shopping for underwear, we took her car and hit a few places, found a few good deals, jo-jo kept getting text messages, as we shopped, I must admit when she would try on something and ask me how she looked it was hard not to feel excited, the soft silk of the panties on her chocolate skin along with her sexy ass, wow it was hot, now I am not the best looking woman in the world, 5’6’’ a bit overweight, 55 years old my boobs sagged no more hard body for me, just a soft grandma, at the last store I found a nice set in red, I tried the bra and matching panties on , jo-jo stepped in to the changing room with me, and looked she could see the bra was a bit to small for my 38D boobs, and you could see my pubic hair sticking out of the panties, jo-jo ran her hand over my back down to my big white butt and cupped it the other hand slipped down my tummy to my pussy, I was hot and wet, she put her head close to my ear and kissed it saying ‘’you are a sexy white woman’’ and ‘’I know just what you need’’, her fingers slipped into my panties and rubbed my clit, I wanted more…. She kissed me deep, and whispered I know a motel we can go to, it’s a rundown seedy place just right for a nasty white cunt like you, she told me to get dressed, I striped off the bra and panties and stood naked in front of her as she took a couple photos of me with her cell phone.
She reeked of what I had been wanting forever and a day (or so it seemed). I would sit in my bed, wearing all of nothing at all, my fingers finding its past my forest of silky pubic hair to soaking wetness, thinking of nothing but her. I would replay in my mind the way her long athletic, Nikki-bronze colored legs, clear of any spots or scars, looked as she wrapped them around the silver pole, her calves and the way their muscles slightly flexed as she pranced around the stage in 4” stilettos, the way her pretty little toes looked.
After college I worked for a company that moved me around the country for a few years. Eventually I was brought back home and moved in with my buddy Jim who had his own house. Another one of our buddies was living with Jim, but he was moving out to buy his own place so the timing was perfect. Jim’s Master Bedroom was on the first floor and my guest bedroom was on the second floor. Jim was dating a girl named Gina who was real nice, had long, dark hair, was about 5′ 6″ and weighed about 140 lbs. She was by no means fat, but she was curvy. She had a nice pair of 36DD tits. I know because when she would spend weekends at our place she would leave her overnight bag in Jim’s room and when they weren’t around I would go through the bag to see what my buddy was working with.
One day when I was 18, I was came back from 6th Form at school and turned into the driveway where mom’s car was normally parked and noticed that it was missing as mom would always beat me and dad back from school and work.
Having a sexual relationship with my step-daughter, Holly, actually works very well. It is expected, as my daughter, that she will go many places with me. And, what we do behind the closed doors of my home…or even a hotel when we are travelling, is presumed to be father/daughter business and not of interest to anyone else. Oh, if they only knew . . .
It was late on a Tuesday when I logged onto my Plentyoffish account for the last time. I started dating online for many reasons, but mostly because I had tired of the girls in this college town and I longed to meet a woman with whom I could really connect with. After a few unsuccessful dates over a couple months, and with my coming deployment fast approaching, I decided to delete my account and forget dating for awhile.
“Professor, is that you?” I was walking through the American Airlines concourse at LAX, through security and headed for the gate of my redeye flight headed back east. I was already tired, and annoyed that I would have to connect in O’Hare in the middle of the night.
My wife and I are both fairly sexual people compared to the average couple. We have always done a good job about keeping the spice in our bedroom and making sure sex never got boring. We are still a fairly young couple, both of us at the age of 30. My wife is a stunning skinny blond, average height, with a set of large perky tits. I’m basically your average built guy around 6 feet tall and everything else average. I’m pretty lucky that she married me and that I have such a hot wife.
Honi (pronounced like honey) rocked on her wide spread knees, her shoulders pressed against the base of a reinforced icy cold transparent glass revolving dais. The pose flattened her normally perky breasts against the glass. Subtle, muted light shone up through the transparent surface, emphasizing her soft pale, perspiring skin. Her dusty blond hair, that normally reached half way down her back, cascaded out semi-matted and damp, as it spread out over her shoulders, back and onto the glass she crouched on.
A story of the tensions between a brother and his younger sister.
It was late one night when Lana was driving home from work. She was cruising down the motorway, having drank 3 cups of coffee just to stay awake, when suddenly her bladder felt like it was going to burst. She had to stop off at the next service station she saw. She was driving for another 10 minutes before she came across a service station, and by then she was absolutely bursting.
It all started one night when we were at university party where the booze was flowing freely and one of the spaghetti straps on my strappy V-neck tank got ripped off in a silly drinking game. For the rest of that night I struggled to keep my right breast covered (no bra that night because my boyfriend, Ethan asked me not to wear one). What I did notice was that Ethan paid a lot of attention to me, and he didn’t seem at all worried that my nipple kept getting exposed.
“Twenty-five years ago when my girlfriend and I were both nineteen we had a threesome with a rock musician. After all that time we have caught up again while she is in town on business. And we want to do that again. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?
It has taken my wife many years to finally accept that I am an exhibitionist. More so, I not only want to show of my body to others, but I want her to “make me do it. I want her to put my naked body on display for other women to see and to watch me while I am forced to masturbate for them. I had been trying to get my wife to share my naked body with others for the last several years by getting to secluded parks and stripping naked to masturbate right out in the open in front of my wife and anyone else who happens along to see. She has always been reluctant fearing that I would get arrested and end up on a sex offenders list ruining my life, and potentially hers too. After much pressing I finally got her to conceded and to agree to show my naked body to others inside our house, so that there would be no worries about being arrested. Now that she has agreed to do this, we just need to work out the details of who we would choose, and how she would go about doing it.
Georgia is a 19 year old skinny girl, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair. She spent her school years in an all-girls boarding school and after an amazing gap year spent on her father’s yacht in Ibiza harbour, she has to go back to England to go to University, a condition of her father handing over his multi-million pound business to her when he retires. This story is about Georgia’s first few months in her new apartment and it will make a lot more sense if you read the original series ‘Georgia’ first.