Fucking with my stepmom
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.
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.
Matt, youve gotta relax, man. Stop moving your head.
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
My wife Daytona & I met at a mutual friends singles New Years Eve party. I really didnt wanna go, but my friend (the host) wanted me to come. I arrived about 10pm. The host had valet parking, a Rose for all of the ladies & even a door man. He was skinny kinda nurdy looking with tape holding he eye glasses together.
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.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
I have been a panty sniffer for many years with my first experience starting in high school. I sniffed my friends sisters panties and I practically came in my pants within the first 15 seconds. This story comes about 5 years later.
This is a very personal document. It is an autobiography. Maryon Swelt is a very real person, and she has written her very own very real story, just as it happened to her. This is not a work of fiction.
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.
The bright morning sun streaming through the window shone straight into my eyes, waking me but preventing me from seeing anything. I cupped a hand against my forehead to shade the glare, and looked around to get my bearings. My bed was twin-sized, the mattress not too comfortable, the sheets clean-smelling but threadbare. There was one chair and a sink and toilet in the corner. The grid pattern of the sun on my bed clearly represented bars, but I could tell that this room was too fancy, if you can imagine that, too fancy to be a jail cell; certainly, it didnt look as sparse and forbidding as the cell I had occupied one night not too long ago. My nightgown did not look familiar; it looked more like a hospital gown.
Should I tell you about my future sister-in-law? Well, her name is JoeAnn, Joe for short. She was living with me and my fiancée (her sister) for a while in our 2 bedroom apartment. Anyway, Susan, my future wife, had gone to the mall, and, Joe and I were watching TV. I was 24, she was 18, and had just been divorced. We were watching something, when she took the remote and turned the channel! I looked surprised, but took the remote and turned it back. She grabbed it out of my hands and turned it again, then put the remote behind her back. Well, not wanting to let this teenager get the better of me, I tried to take it from her. We struggled and play fought. Now, I am in the (bad) habit of not always wearing underwear. I like him to hang free sometimes. Well, this happened to be one of those times. As we fought, I got her down on her back on the floor. I hadnt noticed before now, but she, obvious to me now, didnt always wear a bra. I had never noticed her nipples, but they stood out hard and proud now. I looked at her and saw she had been looking at me. She smiled, but then pretended to be smiling about the fact she had the remote.
I have a fetish for a submissive wife, we’ll call her “Carol”. I don’t really mean “tie to the bed” or “make me a sandwich” submissive though. What I mean is she will basically be a sex toy when I want her to be. Let me explain.
“Crap” I thought to myself. Any chance I had to make love to my sister just fluttered away on the gale that the little bundle of energy brought along with her. She was the youngest of the three, and also the most trouble. She was always in motion, all smiles and blond pigtails. We had went camping earlier that summer at Sunrise Bridge state park. I had spent a bit of time swimming with the girls, I got singled out to watch them play on the rope swing that flung you out into the river. I thought back, the two older girls had worn a 1 piece suit. Michelle was a stocky chubby little thing. Even at this young age, the baby fat gave her curves in the right places. The bikini that she wore cupped her budding breasts, her belly pouched over her bottoms ever so slightly, highlighting the gentle lump of her chubby girl pussy mound, the tightness of the panties betrayed the shadow of her hairless vertical slit when she turned just so.
My prospective of what life was all about changed when I was seventeen. I was a senior in high school at the time, playing varsity basketball. At 6’2” and weighing 190lbs I was not bad to look at. My Dad was killed in a plane crash when I was fifteen so there was just my Mom and younger sister Helen who was fifteen. My older brother was 21 and in College back East on a football scholarship.
I want you to come all over my boobs, said Liza.
There were numerous reasons why Drew Livingston was concerned, numerous reasons why he was willing to do his sister and brother-in-law a favor and head over to Europe to try to find their teenage daughter, seventeen-year-old Amy Mitchell.
Well. Today was the day. Id find out if it really worked. If the little old Asian man at the spice shop was right, my life was about to change forever. And he had better be right; I paid a ridiculous sum for this particular item. Put in food or drink…you see action quick, yes! he had said. Watch out not too much! Now the only question other than does it work was when to try it…
ou know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers.
“Professor, is that you?” I was walking through the American Airlines concourse at LAX, through security and headed for the gate of my redeye flight headed back east. I was already tired, and annoyed that I would have to connect in O’Hare in the middle of the night.
John just knew that there had to be a way to capitalize on the fact that he knew his twin sister Kelly had lost her virginity and was regularly getting laid. Even though they were only 18 years of age, John had enough of his father in him to always try to find a way to capitalize on a situation. Thats what comes from having a stockbroker for a father. The fact that he was totally in love with his sister and always had been just made it a little harder. He had constantly heard his father espousing the philosophy that business was business and friendship was friendship and you couldnt let the two get in the way of each other if they were both to succeed. And since his father had made millions of dollars in the market, John knew he knew what he was talking about.
While the negative aspects of egotism and ambition are all too apparent, it is also true that for a person to function adequately and maturely in society, it is necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
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.
My girlfriends asked me to go out with them to a local
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.