Robert Carlyle was enjoying his Saturday morning; he was lying on his bed with his earphones on listening to some music on his mp3 player.
If you dont like the idea of me being home late again, you can always come along and help me. said Mary with a pout.
They had been dating for about a month now. My only child. My baby. I have to admit, that Ive kept her sheltered these past nineteen years, and I knew he day would come when she fully becomes a woman. Yes, I like the young man. Same age as Judith, Dan was homeschooled as was Judith. Neither had much social contacts, although both are good looking. No, religion doesn’t come into play, for either, actually. Im a divorced woman, kicking Judiths fathers worthless ass out of my house when she was barely three, after he had had his fifth affair since her birth. And, Ive tried to prepare her for life as much as a mother could. I just didnt know how to prepare her for Dan. Well, not Dan, per se. More like Dans penis.
Since I was young, I was involved in gymnastics, so I spent many many hours in the gym working out. Most of my friends were other guys from the gym. Luckily, we also had a girl’s program, so I was friends with a lot of the girls from the gym too. During the summer, we would have gym time in the mornings, and then again in the evenings, letting us get out of the gym in the mid days when it was the hottest. Usually, groups of us would go to the mall, or to someone’s house to have lunch, then lounge by the pool and tan or swim for a few hours before getting back to working out. Since I had a fairly big pool and deck, we spent a lot of time at my house, both the guys and the girls.
From the moment they got married, Lauren and Randal Taylor always knew they wanted a son. Randal was the owner of a thriving business and it stood to reason that one day he would leave his company to his offspring. Wanting their name to be carried on, Lauren and Randal agreed that they both wanted a boy.
This is a story about my sister and me. I’m sorry if the punctuation is screwed up, but there’s nothing I can do about it. If it bothers you please do us both a favor and move on to another story. If you decide to over-look it and stay, thanks and enjoy. And as always, feedback is most welcome.
It was summer, although in Connemara, Galway, Ireland that only meant slightly less drizzle than other times of the year. The wind buffeted the the small collection of houses affectionately referred to by my family as The Village. I lived in a large house in the middle of the cluster with my mum dad and my 18 year old sister Ciara. the other smaller bungalows were all occupied by my extended family. Five of them were occupied my My Dads brothers and sisters, Bree, Erin, Finlay, Bran, and Dara along with their families. Bree and Erin were young newly wed couples that were both trying to start a family, Finlay and Dara both had 2 young children each with ages ranging from 2 to 9. Bran had a son Kevin who was my age, 19. there were two further cottages that my dads cousin Liam and Kelly lived in. Liam and his wive didnt have children and showed no interest in wanting them, although they were happy to help take care of all the other children around. Kelly had two twin boys Sean and Aidan who were the same age as Ciara.
Ive always been a big shooter, my cum has always been quitea lot, so when
This is the story of myself and Julie. Julie was my first. The story seems like it went on for a long time, but when it was over it seemed as if it had happened in a flash. Still, it is engraved into my mind.
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didnt know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would he find out? Only if she didnt pay the blackmailer.
The most seductive thing about Nathalie was the fact that she was utterly forbidden. She was a first year undergrad at my college, and I am a married man, dependent on my job and in deep shit if I should lose it. The consequences on my part were about as serious as they could get were I to be caught in a compromising situation with one of my students. But, as I say, that was the most seductive thing about her. The devil on my left shoulder kept whispering in my ear all the way through that first semester, and I was experienced enough with female undergrads to be able to distinguish the merely flirty from the serious propositions.
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.
I woke up to a large rumble of thunder just in time to hear a gentle knocking on the door. I looked over at the clock. It was still the middle of the night, and there was a heavy storm outside. As I pulled myself awake, I saw my sister Abby come into my room carrying a sleeping bag. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas, a blue long-sleeved shirt with yellow dogs printed on it that buttoned up the middle and matching pants.
Steve stood, his muscular posture erect in the white, terry-cloth robe that draped over his solid frame. He strode in large steps from his dressing ensemble over to a tier of electronic controls. The controls were inset in a panel at the head of a ottoman settee upon which he reclined. He picked up a remote control from an end table and pressed an audio feed and said, Hi you guys, hows everything going in there?
Im running a little late for the school prize giving ceremony. My nephew is singing in the school choir as part of the entertainment. The event is to be held in the school grounds on a glorious summers day with blue skies and just a gentle breeze to keep the temperature to a bearable level.
It all started for me, wanting to be with chubby fat girls, when I was seventeen. Susan Fedico , and I had been fucking each other since we were fourteen. She was skinny as hell , no tits and her pubic bone use to rub me sore everytime wed fuck. which was almost every afternoon . after school. I practaclly lived at her place. Dont get me wrong, I enjoyed the pleasures she had put on me. Especially the way she sucked cock. But my fantasies always laid in the other bedroom. I wanted to fuck her Mother so bad. She was short five- four weighed around a hundred sixty pounds….Her big soft looking tits turned me on, along with the way her ass moved when she walked. She was chubby , but she had one of those beautiful round faces. She had a great laugh and a wonderful sense of humor..Margie was thirty -eight years old, and been divorced a couple of years, I had kind of been her handy man .. I mowed her lawn, and always repaired little jobs I could handle. The only thing I hadnt done for her, that I wanted to do so bad was fuck her…. Oh well her daughter was keeping my reserve of cum in check, but if I ever had the chance Id be in her balls deep.
I was young when we moved to New Jersey. I had a neighbor. An older gentlemen. I met him in our back yard. He was very friendly and we became good friends.
Authors note: Of course, everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age…
Its kinda like being a million different people. She says to my mom. You can be anyone or anything. All you have to do is look at a couple words and youre some place totally different.
Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend. There are times when you don’t need to reach there for any kind of reassurance, because you could feel the pressure down there; but you reach there anyway, even if just to show appreciation and acknowledgement of its presence.
Doctor, Timmy’s penis growth is really worrying me,” I said to my gynecologist. My son’s pediatrician was out of town and I needed a doctor’s opinion as soon as possible. My ten-year-old boy was sitting next to me and absentmindedly rubbing his gigantic cock through his sweatpants as I spoke to the doctor. I could clearly see his massive, thirteen inch dick trying desperately to rip through the fabric. I could even see the beefy veins on my son’s donkey-cock pulsing and the fat head of his thick dork was leaking pre-fuck through his pants leaving a big wet spot, which I could actually smell. I felt my cunt begin to leak at the disgusting sight but I squeezed my thighs and composed myself enough to explain the problem I was having with my son.
Tamara Knudson had just turned sixteen years old and she was starting to figure out what being a woman was all about.
Alfred Hamcock made his way down the aisle of the 767, squeezing by
Eat my pussy, you pipsqueak cunt, Noreen said. Youre supposed to be my friend, Jacquette — but youre not.