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.
This happened early 70’s when I was 16 .
Ive always been a big shooter, my cum has always been quitea lot, so when
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.
I named him Frank, as in Frankfurter, because he was a schnauzer, and as kids, we called them frankfurter dogs.
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.
Fingers itching, twitching impatiently. Awaiting for him to call. Finger tips hovering over the keypad of the royal blue Mac laptop. It has been three weeks of silence echoing throughout the empty flat shared by Hailie Waters and Harry Styles.
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
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.
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.
A couple of days after my mind blowing experience with the hot lady from Wal-Mart, my wrist was getting sore from jerking off. I hadnt been able to hook up with my regular sex partners and the friends at Xhamster had been posting some hot vids so I was running out of tissue to wipe up the cum I was shooting. Everything from exciting rim job movies with gorgeous BBWs to deep penetrating strap-ons were being uploaded. I wasnt complaining, but I needed some real live action. The dry spell had to end and i figured that the best way to end it was to check out the local roller-derby league action. Those rough and tumble ladies were the kind that needed to blow off steam after a close game, and I was feeling a bit ready for some on my knees action. Being in charge is great, but sometimes I need to switch things up. So thats how I found myself in the stands right next to the action as thick women in shorts, legs pumping and voices screaming circled round and round. I watched their big, muscular asses, go round and round and breathed in their exotic sweat. I caught the eye of one tall redhead with big tits. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that Id better watch out or Id have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …
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.
Paul left me months ago.
Henry was on his horse and everything was perfect. The sun was shining. The harvest was bountiful. The women swarmed him. And most of all, the hacienda was more successful than it has ever been. As he was making his rounds, checking to see if the workers were okay and if things were running smoothly, he came upon a couple of workers squabbling with a strapping young lady. He saw that the sacks of pineapple that was due for shipping was tipped over, many of the pineapples littering the muddy ground. There was also a burgundy van. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened. But that wasn’t what held his attention in those few precious seconds.
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.
Tom has heard the tales of perpetual frustration at the hands of the virginal Miss Darling – a kindergarten teacher at the school where he teaches. Her heavenly gates, along with everything else, are off limits to all until marriage. Nevertheless, he puts forth his best effort in prying those gates open. Will he succeed where so many others have failed? Or will he be just another poor slob sacrificed on the alter of terminal disappointment? A good Christian sex story.
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.
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This is Peasant Alexander again with another one incident of my sex adventures. First of all, let me thank you for your valuable comments for my previous stories. This time I wish to share another sex experience which happened at my office with my boss Jay. As I told you, I had many sex experiences with different persons. This is one of the most memorable sex incident in my life. Jay was my boss at my office and I was appointed as his personal secretary. He was very handsome, aged 36, had a very healthy physique. He was married and had no children. His wife was working as a teacher in a public school. At the office, all of the staff had to wear uniforms.