Suzi and Lisa: Gang-Bang Sluts
Suzi was a stunningly beautiful young woman with
Suzi was a stunningly beautiful young woman with
This is a story about Alice or Grandma Lovett, an older
He worked, he stayed in shape, he was kind to his family, and he wasnt happy. Michael was 39 years old and listlessly going through the motions. Lately, he worried that the last throes of his virility were upon him. After all, his 40th birthday was approaching. Long, solemn stares into the bathroom vanity marked each passing morning. But, despite the lack of attention his wife gave him, he was still proud of his reflection. His thick auburn hair was just starting to turn gray. He kept his beard, still very much a youthful red, trimmed close, and his jaw stood out in hard angles, framing a large handsome face. The blue eyes turned heads. All 63 of him was lean muscle. His broad shoulders and long torso were sculpted for walking tall in tailored suits.
Carla moaned softly. The aluminum cigar tube slid up into her cunt, pressing apart the soft folds of slippery pink flesh. Smaller, colder, and harder than a mans cock, it still felt fantastic. It felt wonderful to have her cunt filled again, even with such a crude imitation of the real thing. Lying on her back with her legs spread widely, straining the tendons on the insides of her thighs, Carla slid the tube deep into her oozing hole. It pressed the end of her cunt, stretching her. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she fucked the tube in and out, in and out.
My name is Miriam. Im 53, brown eyes and hair, nice
Come on, Don, baby… the boys wont see… well go into the garage! Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husbands sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward the garage.
I hate summer. I hate the heat, the humidity, the dust and pollution, oh and did I mention I hate the heat. But one good thing. No, check that. One great thing did happened to me this summer. First a little background for some context might help.
Sex Stories
This is a long story. I considered publishing it in parts but decided to go ahead and submit it all at once. It is a story of a man and woman whose marriage has become dull and mundane. The husband talks the wife into a game that changes their lives. He had always harbored a secret desire to see her with other men. In the end, he gets that and more. You should pass this story by if you dont like long stories, or stories about slut wives. However, if enough people like this story, I may do a second part. Gary
FUCK YOU you stupid, ungrateful MOTHERFUCKER!
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
She responded well… yes
RWS-244 DADDYS DELIGHT by Richard Van Dorne
I can not endure another night alone! echoes across the world as desperate cries of pain, originating from within the sterile white walls of small apartments everywhere.
Chapter One – The Beginning
Scott has been in love with Tabitha, the single mother next door, almost since the first day he moved in. The problem is that Tabitha is in love with someone else a married man who has all the right excuses for why hes still with his wife. And then one snowy Christmas Eve…
I loved playing X-Box, and was pretty good at it. I could play three sports with relative skill. I did so-so in school, and could have done much better if Id really tried. I had over thirty sexual fantasies per day. I dreamed about owning a car, but couldnt afford one. I worked to make a little spending money, but not enough to put on a résumé. And, I had a sister, though I suppose thats not something that you could call being average.
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
I woke up with Lindseys nursing on my cock. I looked into her twinkling eyes and moaned. I never exchanged sex stories with my ex-brother-in-law as I had with other male members of the family. Clint was a dud who felt talking about anything sexual was somehow disgusting. Well, his loss. I watched my sister enjoying the taste of my juices until I could take no more. I pulled her to my face and kissed her shining lips. The taste of her strawberry lip glow was mixed with my pre-cum. The taste reminded me of how taboo this whole situation was. After several passionate kisses and gropes, Lindsey threw her leg over my midsection. Backing down my body, Lindsey reached behind her back to position my cock at her opening. It wasnt until she pushed me into her that I realized the opening in question was her rectum. The tightness gripping my cock was wondrous. Lindsey bit her bottom lip and pumped herself up and down my cock. I held her sides to steady her as she moaned in time with her thrusts. I watched the red of her sexual blush intensify across her shoulders, her throat, and the tops of her heavy breasts as my beautiful sister neared her sexual release. Tears filled Lindseys eyes as her body shook and her hands pounded my chest. Lindsey relaxed long enough to look down at me and kiss me again. Nuzzling my neck she cooed, Thank you, Mike. You are the best brother.
Im an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who
My name is Karen and, as some of you may recall, I am
Synopsis: Jim Hartman is a paramedic in Heritage County, California. A man who has not been laid in years. Follow his exploits as he tries to hook up with Robin, the loose registration clerk at a local hospital, to end this dryspell. The first in a series of tales written about this fictional county.
I was bored out of my mind. I had no interest at all in the game on TV and the rest of the offerings were just plain shit! I searched the streaming services and found nothing I wanted to watch. Earlier I had jerked off to some hot lesbian porn and didnt feel the need to watch any more. I needed to do something! I read shit-loads of stuff and just didnt feel like reading anything at the moment.
It was Christmas Eve, 2015, and, in Heritage, California, it was about as cold as it ever got. The mercury was hovering in the mid-thirties and a cold, freezing rain, driven by an artic wind from a low-pressure system over Oregon, was falling all over the area. There were reports that snow was falling as low as one thousand feet in the nearby Sierra Nevada foothills, dusting the exclusive Heritage suburbs of Cypress Hills and Andiron. There were even cautious predictions that as the temperature continued to drop in the late evening and early morning hours that snow might fall in Heritage itself. If true, this would be an extremely rare occurrence. At an average elevation of forty feet, Heritage had only received measurable snowfall six times in recorded history. And never had it snowed on Christmas.