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 .
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Hi, Im Suzy and Im going to tell you about the good
Greg had pestered his wife to let a big black cock
The fantasies flashed through his brain in little lightning shocks. Lips caressing the backs of upper thighs, licking softly, a white leg rising up an inch or two with each wet kiss… the aroma of untapped moisture from a steaming body, a hot fragrance. His testicles filled to bursting… plunging for the blessed snarl and gulp of the sticky mouth bath… spreading and splitting those thighs apart, burying his face against the drenched and turgid cavity… his tongue wet-sliding, dipping into the naked throb itself, toying there with the fire-hot vulva heart, licking and encircling the clit in a feathery rage… the candy taste and the swallowing of the creamed pussy.
If you’re a fairly good-looking guy with a pleasing personality, good at chatting up ladies and move around a lot, finding yourself in the right places at the right times you will have your instances of sex when least expected; that is expected. But when suddenly, out of the blue, without any indication, any buildup, any preparation on your part you have prime pussy served up to you, and that pussy happens to belong to your beautiful mother; then you are one lucky son of a bitch. I am one lucky son of a bitch!
The southern plantation owner, whose skin was as white as milk, sat in his over-stuffed easy chair in the corner of the large, plush livingroom inside his mansion.
This gorgeous married lady is a genuinely submissive lady who would love to answer Mails from men who appreciate her sexy body, and would like to tease her and instruct her into doing naughty things!! Any notes/comments will be forwarded to her by Hopebeach, and she promises to answer each reply if you leave your Mail address.
It was Saturday morning and Chloe was sat on the bus into town, in her purse she had the Ł5 that she had saved from her birthday money; rather than visiting the record shop like most girls her age would be doing, she was headed for somewhere quite different. The bus pulled into the bus station and everyone got off, Chloe walked up the high street to the fancy lingerie shop and looked in the window, She wanted to get something special for tonight, she didnt want to be undressed by Mark only for him to find her everyday ill fitting bra. Chloe walked along the door and pushed it open, a little bell rang and a woman about the age of Chloes Mum came out from behind the counter to greet her, There were glass fronted draws full of lacey bras and pants, there were a few mannequins showing off various underwear combinations. Can I help you madam? the woman said to Chloe, Im Im looking for a new bra, something, you know a little bit nicer than something from Marks and Sparks, the woman nodded, new boyfriend?, Chloe blushed, something like that she replied.
The party was crowded and quite loud for a formal event, but she barely noticed. She was too focused on him. He seemed to float through the crowd effortlessly; making introductions, laughing at a joke, discussing plans for a business lunch, all the while he never took his attention off of her. She could feel it at his side or from across the room – the weight of his presence. His ownership of her. Not in the sense of a slave, but he was her mentor and guide and her body and soul were dedicated to him.
Mark, did you hear me?
One thing I have learned while is that the best stories come from the most unexpected sources. As you know, I just celebrated my birthday. I went to the movies and saw The Purge 2016: Election Year. Shortly thereafter, I took a Lyft to my favorite Chinese restaurant, Ocean Buffet. The driver was a young and quite pretty girl name Sonia. She pulled up in this BMW 530 that while a beautiful vehicle, it was very cramped in the front seat. I swear I thought a 5 series would have more space. I know at 6 foot 3 and 360 pounds Im a big man but my knees were in the dashboard. Im glad Sonia was eye candy as she took my mind off how cramped I felt in that front seat.
Through a little round window on the second floor theres a perfect view of the shed. I stood there on a sunny afternoon and watched John close the old latch on the door. He wore a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans looking younger than his true age. We moved out to Vermont 3 years ago and there was something in the air that made both of us take on a new life. We wore simpler clothes and delighted in simpler things. Perhaps we had to because the nearest town was half an hour away. Most of the time we only had each other for company along with the stray cats that came around every once in a while. John liked to give them names from Star Wars. Even then I could see the little orange tabby cat called General Ackbar slinking around the side of the shed probably stalking a frog.
In the year after I turned 18, three incredible things happened to me. The first two sucked. I guess the third did too, but youll get that joke later.
My father was an Army officer, so naturally my family
The Sundollars Coffee chain liked to put up signs touting how the Wall Street Journal and several other business-oriented publications considered them one of the worlds best employers to work for. Mark Grogan was not exactly sure what factors these publications used in order to make this determination but he was pretty sure they had never asked the peons who actually worked the counters. Granted, Sundollars was a few steps above the fast food sweatshops he did time in back in high school – the pace was a little slower and the pay was a little better – but they did not offer him medical or dental benefits, they did not match funds for the 401k, and the only real opportunity for advancement was to assistant manager, which meant he would be salaried and forced to come in far beyond his normal working hours with no additional hourly pay. He had been there for almost two years now and could not quite bring himself to accept that promotion though they repeated the offer at least once every quarter. Working at Sundollars was a McJob, just like any other. It was a means to get him through college and, as far as that went, it fit the bill rather nicely. He came in four mornings a week at 6:00 AM and worked until 10:30, which left him just enough time to get to the California State University at Heritage Campus where he was carrying eighteen units a semester towards a Criminal Justice degree.