Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
One hot summer day my father and I were in the hay mow stacking hay and as we were waiting for the next load of hay we began to wrestle around and he pinned me down on a bale of hay and looked me in the face and said I could fuck you right here and I said I dare you to. Then the next load of hay showed up and he said youre lucky the hay saved your ass. So we finished stacking the next load and then we were done for the day as I was walking out of the mow I bent over to wipe the hay off my pants and he came up behind me grabbed my hips and started dry humping me.
Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He
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.
Brian Wark was in a little bit of bother, he knew he had a way out and his only option was to take it, so he was. He had been trying his luck with his best mates mother, he had been under the impression that she liked his surreptitious spots of innuendo, flirty touches, kisses on the cheek. His lewd eye contacts, letting her know that he was up for a bit of fun if she was.
Ive always been a big shooter, my cum has always been quitea lot, so when
Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should
Stefan Rani was a tall, good looking guy, with really blonde hair and Windex blue eyes. Unlike a lot of handsome dudes he wasn’t full of himself and didn’t consider himself God’s gift to women as some in his situation might do.
Well it was in my cousins house. One day she started talking sex with me in her room. I noticed my dick was getting larger and larger. Her curves were as sexy as ever. She said “My pussies getting wet” and she took off her top, her breasts dancing up and down. She then pulled down my pants, revealing my cock. She licked it up and down. When I took my shirt off, she laid on me, half naked, rubbing her breasts in my face. I licked them. With her rubbing my cock up and down and me licking her breasts, I thought nothing else could be better. Before I knew it we were kissing. She said “Take down my panties” and so I did, revealing her cute vagina.
It all started a couple of years before I was even in high school. A group of guys who pretty much hung out all the time together started this game. They were constantly bragging about which girls they’d bagged the night before or some kinky thing they did. It got to where the stories were so elaborate, they decided to make a big poster-board chart of the various girls, what their kinks were, which would do what, who had done them and how. This way, if a guy was interested in doing one of the girls on the chart, he knew exactly how to get her and what she was into. It pretty much guaranteed success and saved a lot of time and effort.
Vern was alone at home. He liked going through his memoirs every now and then. And he realised it had been a long time since he had recounted his kinks. He fired up his laptop & visited his private blog browsing it from the last few entries.
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.
We lived in a small flats with a small room shared by 3 siblings and my parents.They slept in the hall and us kids in the room but there is only that much privacy for all.Whenn i was 16,i was in the morning session school and there would be no one at home when i come back except my mom.I would always after my shower and lunch get inside the room and masturbate.I sometimes jerk till theres no sperm,thats how horny i am.Usually i would read sex books or i would fantasise about women i know and wish to fuck.One day as i was showering i noticed my moms worned panties in the wash basket,i took and started to jerk over it,wrapped around my cock.The smooth feel of the material made me cum fast.I left it at the basket all soiled with my sperm.All this were prelude to my mom having sex with me.At times when i go into the room i can see that she[my mom]would be around the backyard where i can see her shadows thru the fogged windows.My mom is very highly sexed woman and she is not shy.I have seen her pee,she just left the toilet door wide open when did her peeing,and i saw her pussy and the pee shooting out from her pussy.She also saw me looking at her.
My name is Sandra, and my husband Ed and I are 34 years old and live in a nice suburb of Houston with our one year old daughter. Ed is gainfully employed in the banking industry, and although I also had a good job as a systems analyst, I was able to quit when our daughter was born.
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
From the backstage wings of the Lucky Nuggett lounge-stage Victor Redgrave studied Sherry Trent (that was her stage name) as she held the boozed and gambling-weary Las Vegas audience spellbound. Even at sixteen, his daughter Sherry had stage presence that some veteran singers might envy. Guitar in hand, her fringed, white western attire so tight-fitting it had the male members of the audience open-mouthed, Sherry held the entire audience in a near-hypnotic trance. Charisma, some critics called it. Victor knew it was sex-appeal. Whatever it was, Sherry had it — in spades — that and an incredible vocal talent that had raised her Nevada price to four-thousand dollars a week.
Someone knocked on glass door of the Spade & Archer office. From under his dark brown fedora, Sam Spade pried open one eye then placed the half bottle of Old Sweat Sock in his desk drawer while he shoved the cock he had been stroking back in his pants. Rising, he straightened his trench coat, drawing the belt tight around his waist and tied it in a knot. Come in, he growled in his best Humphrey Bogart imitation.
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.
The men could hear the roaring engine long time before they could actually see the car. The road meandered through an isolated mountain area and the nearest neighbors were many miles away. Finally they watched the Range Rover take the last turn and drive up towards the hunting lodge. The dogs began to bark but were quickly silenced by their owners. It was Friday late afternoon and the heat was intense.
When I got home late Saturday night, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. I said to her Geez, Mom Im 25 years old now, you dont have to wait up for me.
It had started like any other night at work.
There is no denying that all men remember their first time fucking. It is something in the make of men that first time fucking, may it be good or bad; it is etched in our memory for always. In contrast the women usually do not remember their first fucking as much as they remember their first best fucking. In my personal experience, women are also very good in trying to teach and educate their fuckers, in an attempt to make most if not all episodes as memorable as possible. So if she gets a fucking, as satisfying in the morning as she got last night, nobody can blame her for not remembering being nailed and fucked on any one occasion until she had some special reason attached to it for memory.
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.
So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasnt bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility too. 20 minutes from where I lived.