As the cab pulled up to the front of the big house that sat back far from the road on my uncle's estate, Connacht, I found that I was a little nervous. It had been some time since I had been here. I remembered fondly my enslavement to my Uncle Solomon.Here I was, nineteen years old and the college graduate he had wanted me to be. He had said I was very intelligent, and I had to prove it to him. I proved it; and next fall I would start a master's program at the University. But right now, as I pushed the door bell, I felt nine years old again. I was all trembly.
I was dressed as I knew my uncle liked his slaves, in a white gypsy blouse and a long , full skirt, and, of course, the white, nylon panties. The nipples on my small breasts were as hard as rocks. Would he still like me, I pondered.
The door opened and he stood there smiling, naked as I have always remembered him. But older. His beard and hair were white. But his great eyes were still those black gems whose very glance used to make me shiver.
I knelt before him, as any respectful slave must do.
I looked straight at his cock, just beginning a slow steady raise. I bent forward a bit to kiss it, trembling.
He held out his hands and lifted me up. "Hello, Chemi," he said. Then he took me into his embrace and kissed me -lightly at first, sort of feeling my face with his lips -then with a passion I remembered, his tongue a hot rod searching my mouth. I felt his cock, hard against my belly.
As we unembraced I noticed that the lights to the 'training' room were off. It was a room I remembered fondly. But we didn't go there, as I had expected -one usually did that first at uncle Solomon's. No, he took my hand and we went to the elevator -that meant one thing, we were going up to the master bedroom, the penthouse.
As the elevator made it way up my Master stroked my hair. "You never did get very big, did you Chemi?" she said, more than asked. "You would think that a daughter of mine would get at least near my height."
I was barely five foot, my uncle/Daddy/Master was six feet tall.
And then we were there. The two room suite that sat atop the great house at Connacht. It looked like there were even more books than I had remembered. But there did not seem to be anymore paintings. I immediately went to mine, painted when I was nine years old. I gazed up at the little naked girl with one hand just grazing her groin.
"You were very beautiful when I painted that," he said,
Well perhaps, a little skinny, I thought -not that I had gown that much in ten years. I took off my blouse to compare. Well, my little AA cuties were certainly an improvement over the flat chested darling in the painting. But I was hardly six inches taller than that little girl, hippier -for sure, tho.
"I wanted you to see this," my Master said, pointing to a box next to a very large monitor. "My new pride and joy," he smiled.
I did not recognize it. My dual degrees were in computer science and micro biology and I have seen some marvelous state of the art machines. "Something you made yourself, Master?" I asked. For I knew that my uncle had been building his own machines since before the beginning.
He put an arm about me and pinched my nipple. "No," he said, "A friend gave it to me. It's the prototype for a new super computer. I finally have something that can almost keep up with my visual ideas." He dropped his hand to the track-ball and the universe evolved from a bright point on the big monitor.
"You should see this on the big screen," he said. I knew he meant the big projection screen down in the living room. When I had first seen that I had been astounded. What did it look like now I wondered.
Whenever I needed to get-off, which was often the case, I would always fantasize about my sexy mother. She was the main porn actress of my perverted fantasies. My name is Kevin. I'm 18 years old and live at home with my mom and dad. I have an older brother named Jeremy who is a junior architect for a major firm. He lives in an apartment on the other side of town. Cynthia, my mom, is a busty 45-year-old sexpot. But, if you ask me, she looks more like a vibrant nymph in her 20s. Mom is a very fit woman who likes to diet and hit the gym four times a week. She has soft, silky brown hair, light green eyes, a cute upturned nose, and full red lips. But her best asset in my opinion-and the opinion of most men who drool when she walks by them in the street-is her plump, round ass. Mom's phenomenal curvy ass has a sublime way of hypnotizing the male species in their tracks. With each step of her dainty feet, mom's ass cheeks will deliciously bounce and sway-side to side. There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't want to sink my thick 7-inch cock into her tight crack. Honestly, I was so in love with that fuckin' ass of hers it made my dick throb every time I saw it. Unfortunately, my chances of ever fucking my mom's sweet ass were a little less than zero. It was totally pointless to even consider. Mom would never allow her baby to stick his hard cock into her luscious pear-shaped ass. At least, that's what I thought--until... I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very dehydrated. Glancing over at my clock on the nightstand, it was around 2:30 in the morning. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of cool water when, suddenly, I heard a long moan coming from down the hall. I stopped and listened. There it was again followed by an exchange of whispers. Then nothing. I thought I was hearing things and was about to go on my way when I heard someone say: "Oh fuck! You're so tight!" It was coming from my mother's bedroom. I could hear more whispers as I silently crept toward her room and peeked through the crack of her opened door. My eyes bulged as I witnessed the carnal sight before me. There, on my mother's marital bed, was my older brother Jeremy spooning my mom as he sawed his erect manhood into her maternal pussy! She was wearing a purple satin nightie that was obscenely stretched below her protruding breasts. Jeremy's hands were all over her creamy tits as he savagely mauled them.
It was never my intention to initiate any such action as I found myself in. I was sitting in an easy chair sipping a drink. Across from me, Stephanie, my girlfriend's eighteen-year-old was nervously biting her nails. "I fucked up big time huh?" she asked.
I took another sip, looked at her and nodded. "Do you think mom is going to be very angry?"
Again, only a nod from me.
"Please talk to me. I know I'm in trouble but it wasn't my fault. I didn't know there would be so much trouble."
I set my drink down. I looked at her. She was typical of the teenagers of today. Smart mouthed, sexy dressed, sexually active and knew too damn much for their own good. She was also trying hard to sober up. I was home because a neighbor had called her mother and me to report a wild fight in the apartment. I got there just as the fight was gearing up to turn into a real brawl. I broke up the combatants and threw them all out. There had been about 8 couples in all.
From what I could determine, the fight broke out when one couple didn't want to give up the bed they were fucking on to another couple that wanted to use it. Words were exchanged and one thing led to another. Both girls and boys were fighting when I arrived. Seeing the girls with some of their clothes torn, bras covering oversized tits did have an effect on me. The girl and guy that had started the whole thing were still naked when I arrived. The guy had average equipment but the girl was something else. Her cunt was completely bald and she had the fattest pussy lips for a woman I had seen in a long time. Long erect nipples and melon sized tits. I would have jumped at the chance to fuck her myself but she was way under aged for my taste.
The apartment was a wreck. Lamps broken, tables overturned beer and wine bottles on the floor. Stephanie wanted to clean it up so that her mother wouldn't see the mess. After talking to Joan at work, her orders were to leave it till she got home. I told her that since it was one o'clock and she left at four anyway, to stay at work and finish the day
It was 4:30 and the closer it got to 5, the more nervous Stephanie got. "What do you think mom will do to me?" She was scared shitless.
"Stephanie, if you were her, what would you do? You trust you daughter to do what's right only to find out she has been having orgies in your house, letting anyone and everyone fuck in your bedroom and to top it all off, a fight starts and the apartment ends up in shambles." Stephanie looked around the apartment. Joan was a neat freak and when she came home she was going to go ballistic.
"It wasn't an orgy," was all she said.
I lifted my eyebrow at her. "When I walked in, two couples, one naked was fighting in your mother's bedroom. Two couples were in your room. Two guys fucking one girl while she played with her girlfriend. You on your knees sucking some guys cock. Another couple fucking in the kitchen. And all of you stoned. No it was an orgy. I've been to orgies in my day. This was an orgy. Your mother always told me how levelheaded you were. That she could trust you and depend on you. What happened? What made you turn like this?" I looked at her waiting for an answer. She bit her upper lip, twisted her hands together and bent her head.
"You all just don't understand. Being a teenager is a lot of pressure. Everyone expects you to do things. Guys expect you to put out or they won't have anything to do with you. I was considered Ms goody two shoes and none of the cool guys would even ask me out." She lifted her head and looked at me as if to seek understanding.
"And being a slut makes you cool too. From what I saw in here today, Ms Goody-Two-Shoes would get a lot more respect. And if a guy wants sex and you decide to give it to him, I guess it's cool to do it in front of all your friends so they can see you're just like them." I knew my words stung but she needed to know these things.
We both heard the keys in the door and judgment time had arrived. Joan entered the apartment, took one look around and set her things down. She closed the door and locked it. She went to Stephanie's bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed. She went to her own bedroom and saw the mess. She came out and looked at me. I raised my hands and shrugged. She looked at Stephanie and Stephanie couldn't meet her gaze.
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hi, my name is john and i am going to tell you my story about my big sister christine and how she became my sex puppet.
It was a hot july day in arizona and christine and I were home alone. My mom was at work, and my dad was away on business for the next 2 weeks. Christine and I had always been pretty close. But I hadn't seen her alot the last 4 years because she had been at college. She was back for the summer now before we moved her to grad school. She had just turned 23, and was the most gorgeous person i'd ever seen. She was 5'9 with dark blonde hair. Her tits were perfect! I knew they were a 34c because i use to sneak peeks at her panties and bras in the dirty laundry. I loved to sneak into her hamper and steal a pair of panties and take them back to my room and lick them tasting her sweet pussy juices. Once i tasted her juices i could never hold it anymore and would jack off into her panties, shooting my hot sticky cum all over her flowery thongs. My sister was only 115 pounds with a perfect body. She would wear fairly revealing clothing around the house that showed off her sweet round ass and tan legs well, not to mention her perfectly perky tits.
I had been fantasising about fucking my sister since i was 13. i would try desperately to spy on her changing and showering, usually with no luck. I'm 18 years old now and i still want to fuck her desperately. I always daydream about how sweet it would be to plow my 10 inch cock into her pussy, feeling her squeeze around my throbbing member. Now i know you might be thinking that i'm lying about the length of my cock but i'm not. I'm very blessed in that department. Not only do i have a big cock be i was born with an abnormally high amount of reproductive glands which resulted in an excessive amount of cum. When i blow my load it is insane. If someone cupped both their hands together i would fill up their hands with no problem.
Anyways it was a hot july day and Christine decided to lay out and tan for a while. She came downstairs in her skimpy two piece and i was speechless. All i could do is stare at her breasts almost popping out of the top of her suit. Sheepishly she asked me what was wrong and i all i could mutter was that she looked great that's all. Then i started to head upstairs becuase my cock was getting harder by the second. As i walked away i glanced back and relized she was wearing a thong bikini. It blew my mind. Her ass was so perfect i wanted to go back to her and squeeze that tight bitch. Instead i just kept walking because i knew i couldn't hold my load much longer.
After my hard on had subsided i had a great idea. I went out to my sister who was still tanning and told her that i was going out for the day and would be back by supper time. Then i went into the house and started to get ready for my master plan. i went back and got some of my video equiptment. I have a wide variety because my uncle had given my his old stuff. A lot of the equiptment was quite well concealled. I put one camera in the bathroom pointing at the shower and then i put one camera in her bedroom pointing at her bed. As i "left" for the day i made sure she heard me "leaving". I drove my car down the road a few blocks and then ran back to the house.
I snuck around back where she was laying. There was a perfect spot to spy on her that was only about 10 feet from her! When i got in position to spy i popped my head over the fence that was positioned about 90 degrees from where she was laying. To my suprise she was face down and had her top untied. Her ass looked so good! Then after about 5 minutes she flipped over and didn't bother to put her top back on! i was in heaven. For the first time i got a perfect look at her naked tits. Her nipples perky and pointy. I was shocked that she had no tan lines. She must be fake baking i thought. Then i took out my digital camera and started snapping picture after picture and she was none the wiser.
I had been having some trouble with my computer at home and a friend from work offered to come home with me to see if he could straighten it out or at least tell me what was really wrong with it. Tony is a good guy like that, always willing to help out if he can. He is also a very big black man and, though I didn't know it, I was about to find out just how big he really is.Let me start at the beginning. I have a stepdaughter who used to be a real pain in the ass. Always giving my wife and I grief over something. That is until a few months ago. She had a problem, (I created it for her though she didn't know that) and I helped her solve it. That story is told in "Pay-Back". She is still paying for it.
Anyway, Tony came over and got the 'puter up and running again and we were having a couple beers and looking at some porno when Heather showed up. Heather is 22 yrs. old and 5'7". She is slender almost to the point of being skinny. I would call her skinny except that she has a great pair of tits, 36D's.
My wife doesn't get home from work until 6pm most days sometimes must stay out of town over night. This was one of times when she would be gone for 3 days.
Heather knew that her mother wouldn't be home and came over anyway, knowing full well that I would demand another payment. She didn't know that Tony would be there though.
When Heather came in to the computer room and saw Tony, she tried to make some excuse and leave but I wouldn't let her. I told her come on in and sit down, that we would get to her in a minute. She was a little embarrassed by the porno and the fact that Tony was there. Tony and I continued to look at the porno and make comments about the models on the screen. You know, things like, "I'd like to try that." Or, "I'll bet that feels good." I was keeping an eye on Heather and she was looking at the screen but trying to look like she wasn't. We had looked at all kinds of porn, anal, oral, bdsm, and lots of cum shots. Tony kept glancing over at Heather and each glance got longer until I told Heather to stand up. I got up and went into the other room to get the video camera.
When I had it all set up, I looked at Tony, and said, "Watch this". I looked at Heather and told her to show us her tits. At first she refused until I told her that she would never make the final payment. She pulled her T-shirt up to show us her bra and I just shook my head. She knew that I wasn't satisfied with that and pulled it on off. I shook my head again and told her that I didn't ask to see her bra. She hesitated just a second and then took her bra off. Her tits stuck out in the same position with or without the bra. I told Tony that he could check them out if he wanted to. There was no hesitation to that suggestion! He jumped up and mauled her chest. His big hands covered her tits and his thumbs pinched her nipples.
Mother was a wonderful woman of 36 years of age that summer of enlightenment. She stood 5 foot 1 inch in height and weighed 115 pounds with red hair. Her body was normal and hot, she had measurements of 34-24-34. After going through her drawers I learned she had a B cup for the rest of her bra sizes. Modesty in the home was nothing, we walked around in underwear all of the time. All someone had to do was to ask to have their back washed and helping hands were there to wash the back.
In Goa I was raised around lakes from the time I could walk. I was put in a Lifejacket and a inner tube when I could walk. We went to the lakes to water ski on the weekends and on Wednesday evenings during the summer. I got free feels of my Mother"s breasts when we swam in the lakes. I could swim to her and grab her anywhere and nothing was said. We changed suits in the same room and I always liked seeing the naked breasts Mother had. They had large nipples that were a deep pink.
I could talk to Mother about any subject at any time. No subject was taboo. We talked about sex at an early age, and some of the questions I asked were quite graphic in nature. Mother always had an answer.
One day after a full day at the lake water skiing we were going into town for dinner. Everyone had to get cleaned up. I took a shower, followed by dad, then mother came in and stripped and climbed into the shower. By now the hot water was running low. This was the first time I got to see my mother naked without any panties on. She indicated that the water was cold. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw her heavy red bush and nipples. The nipples were erect from the cold water and made my cock hard. I adjusted the cold water to where it was warmer. I tried to mask my erection, I knew she saw it.
That night I sat on the balcony in a lounge chair. My head was leaned back and I was trying to stop another nosebleed, I got then all the time. Mother came out on the balcony and saw what I was trying to do. She leaned over me and I got another free shot of her breasts from her nightgown gaping open. I wanted to touch her so bad, my cock got hard just looking at them. After a few minutes the nosebleed stopped and she sat down.
She asked, "How are you doing?"
"Mother you look really hot in that nightgown," I replied to her. She was a glow from having just finished being with my dad who was now asleep. I could smell the musky odor of their sex. Mother had on only her nightgown and white panties. It was about 3 am.
I had to break it to the guys at lunch. My dad was supposed to drive us to the WWF wrestling show next week, but now he has to be out of town, so my mom is going to drive us. At least my dad watches wrestling with me a little bit, and is more of a regular guy, but Mom is pretty conservative, and might put a damper on things sitting with us in the stadium.This was supposed to be really good. Five of us boys going to the WWF live, followed by a sleep-over at my house, and no school the next day because of a teacher's institute day. It was me, Glen and Kyle, two of my long-time friends, and Al and Cory, two cool guys that we just started hanging with.
"Guys, my dad can't drive us, so my mom's going to go with us," I told them at the lunch table.
"That's alright," said Glen, and Kyle and Al nodded.
I moaned, "You guys don't mind being seen with my mom there?"
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"No!" said Kyle, "Your mom's hot looking!""Yeah!" agreed Glen and Al. Cory had never met my mom, and just smiled.
I thought to myself "Hot? They think my mom's hot?" I didn't feel so weird now, because I thought she was hot, too.
When I went home, I told Mom what Kyle and Glen had said. "They called me hot?" she asked again. I don't know if she was amused or flattered or both, but she had a smile on her face. "Do you think I'm hot?" she asked me.
"Yea," I stammered, although this was the first time I ever said that to her.
"I thought you did," she said.
started looking at Mom differently a few months ago. She's a big-titted brunette, with long legs, and a nice ass for a woman turning forty. I wondered what she looked like naked. I liked looking at her tits hanging free in the nightshirt that she wore to bed. I hung out near her bedroom door, hoping that she would leave it open a little when she undressed. I got as far as seeing her in her bra and panties. That was a turn-on, but I really wanted to see her tits, or her ass or bush. I snuck in her room and looked in her underwear drawers. Her bras were size 38C. Most of her bras and panties were white and conservative, but she had a couple of black silk panties. I wondered when she wore those. Mom noticed me hanging around, and even teased me about it. Once she caught me looking down her blouse when she was leaning over. She just smiled and said; "See something you like down there?"
Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.
Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.
He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment's notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.
Lonnie's mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.
Lonnie's mother knew he was 'at that age.' She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn't said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.
He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he'd seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn't acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress....
Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.
Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the 'bare necessities.' Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.
Lonnie watched her as she stepped up onto the diving board. God, she is so sexy! he thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Lonnie's cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached.
She saw him standing by the pool and called out: "Come on in, the water's fine!"
Lonnie jumped in and swam toward his mother. She smiled and swam away with Lonnie in pursuit. They began playing in the water, splashing each other and playing tag. He caught her from behind and she laughed and splashed and squirmed to break away. Her rear end brushed upon his crotch and he gasped with the sensation. She was still squirming around and trying to break free and once again her rump swept across his groin. With a groan, he pressed his crotch forward. He hissed when his prick made contact with her butt. It was as if his peter had a mind of its own. It took over completely.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and began humping her rump, pumping his hard throbbing dick upon her ass. Nothing could have stopped him; he was beyond all control.
"Oh, ah, unh, oh Mom!" he panted as he humped her.
"Oh Lonnie, oh baby," his mother said softly. She halfheartedly made as if to break away. He kept pumping on her rump with his rock-hard cock. "Oh Mom, oh, I can't stop--oh, it feels too good to stop!"
"Beep, beep, beep." The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn't looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn't required to take.
My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn't look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5'5", 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I've ever seen.
An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor's name. If I had, I wouldn't have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.
" Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39..." She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn't happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.
After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn't tell anybody I was her son. She didn't want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.
The first couple of weeks weren't that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I'd always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, "Hey, look at that ass, don't you want to fuck her?".
I'm a college senior and a dorm advisor. Some of the younger coeds recently told me about your site and I was curious enough to log on. I was surprised to find stories from other girls who had been involved in incestuous relationships with their brothers. Part of me says these stories - 2 Plus 2 and Forbidden Obsession - are the product of a creative imagination. But if there is truth to the stories, then I feel less alone.
I was involved briefly with in an intense sexual relationship with my brother about 6 years ago. It was a time in my life where I had a lot of growing up to do. Admittedly, I was a conceited, self centered brat who could reasonably have been described as a bitch.
My brother and I got involved when I was dealing with the being dumped by my boyfriend. I was devastated. Not so much because he dumped me, but because I didn't know how to deal with the rejection. We were one of the cool couples. He was a star jock and I was a cheerleader and Junior Class Homecoming Queen. In my mind, we were the storybook couple everybody envied and he went and ruined it.
The truth is we were an on again, off again couple and created all kinds of unnecessary drama. We started dating when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore. I gave him my virginity as an early Christmas present that year and from that point on we screwed at least 3 times a week. One night, during spring break of that year, he talked me into putting out for him and 3 of his friends because he was curious about what it would be like to watch me have sex with another guy. It was my first, but not my last gang bang.
The reason I let the guys do a train on me was conceit. From 8th grade summer on, I knew I had the kind of body guys of all ages drool over. Even at that early age, my measurements were an impressive 35B-24-33 and I was very aware that guys were watching me when I strutted along the lakefront in my bikini. I have a very pretty face with silky blonde hair and big blue eyes. I'm just average in height at 5-4 ½ but I have long pretty legs and a killer ass. Like I said, I was a JV cheerleader in 9th grade and on game days, guys would wait at the bottom of the steps to watch me walk up them in my short, tight cheerleader's outfit.
By 9th grade, my breasts had developed even more to a very full C-cup size. I was a tease and the idea of getting naked in front of several guys, and having sex in front of them too appealed to my ego. Like I said, my boyfriend and I were on again, off again. We broke up as summer vacation started between my freshman and sophomore year. He said we both needed our freedom. I took advantage of my new found freedom and screwed 14 new partners that summer. They were all guys I met on vacation, at either tennis or cheerleading camps, or older guys I met at various places. I didn't want to start screwing guys from school because that would have been setting me up to be known as the school slut. Even though my gang bang was no secret, I was able to excuse it away as something I had done to please my boyfriend.
There was no guilt involved in all my summertime antics because, as Ross and Rachael might say, we were on a break.
We reunited that fall, broke up again for two months mid-year, got together again for 6 months, broke up again for a month, then re-united yet again. Each time we were apart I got banged by plenty of guys, mostly older ones.
So about 3 months into my junior year, my boyfriend dumped me. This time it wasn't a case of our having a dramatic break up. He just dumped me for another girl. I was shocked and pissed.
I promptly went out and got banged. The first time was with a friend who worked in shoes at the department store where I was working temporarily in gift wrapping. He was older and I knew I could trust him not to talk. The next night I ran into an older 37 year old divorcee whose daughter I used to baby sit. We went to his apartment and I experienced my first really over-sized penis. It was about 10 inches long and really wide. Up until then, I had never had more than about 7 ½ inches worth of penis inside of me. I was intimidated but he was gentle and patient. I couldn't take all of him inside of me that first night. He fucked me about 7 inches deep and I had a couple of really intense orgasms. After a couple of sessions I was able to take him completely into me and really enjoyed his stamina, experience and concern over my pleasure. Sex was therapeutic; if my boyfriend didn't want me, other men did.
33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5"7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.
However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.
This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children's hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. "Sally, i'm aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?" he asked. "Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees" .
"I don't mean to alarm you Sally , but he is quite likely to start masturbating in the near future. This is healthy for a young boy, but in his case, their may be a slight problem. See as a result of our previous operation , though the operation as a whole was a success, Tim may initially incur pain , when masturbating. This would only result in his initial attempts at it. Now don't be alarmed, but it also is possible when he starts actually ejaculating, that may not be now itself, but will happen, the initial time may cause blood to come. Now don't be alarmed, this is only a possibility". The doctor looked at Sally who looked alarmed , and gave her a reassuring smile. " Now what i'm going to say may sound highly unusual, but then again Tim's case is just that. Unusual. It is very important that when he masturbates for the first few times, meaning for atleast the next year or 2, that somebody be present with him. This is absolutely vital for his safety.
It is vital that wet dreams are avoided. The only way of doing this is by introducing him to masturbation. I know all this sounds odd and may look as if his privacy is being invaded. But I this is the only way that we could insure his safety".
On her drive back home with Tim , Sally felt very concerned for her son. She dropped her son off back at school and went back to work. All throughout work I was trying to figure out a way of teaching my son about masturbation. I did know the importance of it and decided to take matters into her hands.
After coming back home that night , as usual she prepared dinner for the 2 kids, gave mat a bath, sent him to sleep and settled down to watch T.V. Now She had stopped giving Tim bath's ever since he was around 10 because of his longing to bathe by himself, but that seemed to be the only way.
When the phone rang, Kathy was looking down the street from her living room window, at the teenaged boys carrying beer into her neighbor's house.
"Is Jeff home?"
"No," said Kathy. "Is this Randy?"
"Yea," said the voice on the phone.
"Randy, I thought Jeff was with you."
"No, he said he was going to Kurt's house."
After Kathy hung up the phone, she thought, "Jeff is going to Kurt's house! Kurt's house is the one down the street that the beer went into! My teen-aged son is going to a party with drinking!"
She looked down the street at the line of cars in front of Kurt's house. The party had been going on for hours now. Kathy started to fume. Not only did she not approve of her son drinking, she didn't even like him associating with Kurt and his friends. Kurt grew up on this street, and he was always a snotty smart-alec kid. He never behaved when he came over, he just talked back. Kurt grew up with that same insolent little sneer as his dad, a spoiled upper- middle-class kid. She remembered the humiliating time a few years ago when Kurt was over playing with Jeff, and she was undressing in her bedroom, and he just opened the door and leered at her in just her panties, staring at her naked cone-shaped breasts. She remembered how angry she was, and yet perplexed at finding that her panties were wet.
Kurt's friend Mike, who lived behind Kathy's house, was just as bad. He was a big bully, loud and arrogant, just like his father. Only last year, Mike was in the back yard with some friends when Kathy was pulling weeds, and as she bent over, Mike groaned and made some comment in front of his friends. She went inside in disgust, but again was surprised to find that her panties were soaked.
Kathy wished her husband wasn't out of town on business. He's gone so much! And now she will have to handle this alone. Kathy decided to go get Jeff. She stepped into some shoes, and stopped in front of a mirror to brush her shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked at herself sideways in the mirror, in a light blue tank top and beige denim shorts over her still- trim 5' 4" frame. Her breasts weren't large, but they jutted out nicely. Her legs still looked good and her stomach was pretty flat for a forty-one year old woman.
She walked deliberately down the street, and knocked on Kurt's door. A teen-aged boy she recognized but didn't know by name opened the door. He had a plastic cup of beer in his hand, and his eyes were slits. Kathy stepped in and asked, "Is Jeff here?" The boy just shrugged. Kathy looked down the hall that led to the family room. The hallway was filled with loud, drunk teen boys. She recognized many of them from Jeff's school. Not seeing Jeff, she began working her way down the narrow hall, having to press her fanny and her boobs against the boys. Some of them said "hi," other just smiled. Several hands brushed against her body.
The family room was filled with more boys, but she didn't see Jeff. She noticed Mike standing next to her, and she asked where Jeff was. "I haven't seen him," he said. Kathy didn't believe him. She stood in the doorway getting jostled by boys for a while, and then moved back down the hallway.
Vera and her 16 year old son, Alfred Jr. was sitting down on the sofa and Vera began by reaching down and showing Alfred Jr. what she found under his bed.
"Do these pictures excite you," while flipping through the pages that displayed naked women? Alfred Jr. couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was totally embarrassed that his mom had found his stash of magazines, but to sit here and have to look at them with her, well it was just too much! He was snapped back to reality when she asked, "Do these pictures excite you?" "I don't know", he fairly whispered, "I just like looking at them!" "Hmmmmmm," she hummed, "do you get a hard-on when you see pictures like this one?"
"Alfred Jr. stared at the photo of a young woman who was lying back on her bed with her legs spread wide apart, which of course offered a perfect view of her young hairy pussy! "I'd think a picture like this would give any man an hardon," his mom commented, "am I right about that, Alfred Jr.?" Alfred Jr. made an audible gulp and merely nodded his head in the affirmative! "I was sure of it," she went on, "males are very visual in their sexuality, and a fine young girl like this would give any man an hardon, I'd have been shocked if you hadn't gotten one!"
"I want you to do something for me," she asked seriously. "Come over here and stand in front of me!" Alfred Jr. stood up and took his place in front of his mom and wondered what she was up to! In a short few seconds he was about to find out! "Now," she continued, "what we are going to do now must always stay just between you and me, okay?" Still not sure what she was up to, Alfred Jr. nodded his head and replied, "Of course Mom, anything you say!" "Good," she responded quickly, "now let me open up the front of your jeans!"
This is a true story but the names are changed as some members of my family might read this.I am also writting this from a friends e-mail address so do'nt think the name on this e-mail address is the Author because he is Not.
I call this My Baby Sister & female cousins First Fuck Campout.
When I was 17 my baby sister was only 8 Years Old But She had just started to devolpe nice little titties as she was only 4'11" but her titties were a size 34b and she had a completely Hairless Little Cunt and on this day 3 of our Female cousins age 8 to and a set of twins age 9 came over to spend the night.
Our Parents my Mother and Father and Aunt and Uncle went out for the night and as we were all Naked anyway My Baby Sister and Cousins asked if they coud have a slumber party and Invite some of their friends over and I said "OK But Make sure they all know that they have to be naked while here as it is the rule." It was a rule my Parents had that everyone went by while at my parents house.
Now Remember I am a Healthy 17 Year Old Male in a House with 4 Little girls all Naked and they invie 15 of their little girl friends all ranging n age from 8 to 11 years of age.
Well all their friends are called and my Sister comes out of my parents bedroom with a tape and put it in the VCR and she is Playing with her Cute Little 8 Year Old Hairless Cunt and so are my cousins as they are watching a Sex Tape From Europe that shows Family members Fucking and my Baby Sister says to me "I want to be Fucked like that by My Big Brother" and as she says it she is looking at me and m cock which is Nice and Hard by now and she says to our cousins "Hey Gils look ay how big Danny's cock is and how hard!"
THen they all come over and kneel front of me and then said "Danny can we play with it and suck it then will you fuck us all? and how big is your cock?" Here I am a 17 Year Old male in a House with 4 Naked little Hairless Cunt girls and they were asking me to fuck them only and Idoit would say NO and just as I was getting redy to say YES YES I would the door bell rang and I went to answer it and standing there at the door was 20 other little girls standing there in the doorway(vestible)completely naked with their little titties and hairless little cunts all in plain sight, So I told them all to come in.
They all came in the door one at a time and as they did they all reached out and jerked on my hard cock and squeeze and jerked on it 2 times each and I amost came right then and there till I heard my Baby sister yell out "Hi everyone guess what My Big Brother is going to Fuck all of our tight VIRGIN cunts tonight and maybe make some of us Pregnant BUT I am FIRST as he is my brother." Then my cousins said "Then we are next as he is our cousin and youall can take a number on who is next after that."
I just turned thirteen a few days ago and I had my party at my best friend Stephanie's house. It was so much fun! I have the biggest crush on her dad. Mr. Mitchum is tall and so handsome. He has broad shoulders and he is so strong. He is totally perfect!!! He lost his wife about 10 years ago and never remarried. He loved her so much. I want him to love me that much. I thought I saw him staring at me but I must be imagining things. I just wish he would notice me!
Dear Diary,
Today I walked over to Steph's place to pick up my backpack and this is what happened:
I knock on Steph's door. Mr. Mitchum answers it. My heart bounces in my chest and I feel my nipples get hard at the sight of him. Oh my, I forgot to wear a bra. I see him staring at my hard nipples. I'm sure he notices. He must be about Brad Pitt's age but he is way cuter. Mr. Mitchum says that Steph is not home. That's okay I tell him. I just need to grab my backpack. Do you know where I left it?
"Let's go find it," he says. I lead the way upstairs in my little short plaid shirt and tight white tee. He follows behind and I feel him looking at my white panties. We get to the top of the stairs and go into Steph's room. The bed is unmade and her clothes are all over the floor. I'll never find it. I bend down and look under the bed. My ass sticking high in the air and my little skirt raising up. I feel Mr. Mitchum bend over me. I jerk up and turn around. His eyes are dark with lust and I lick my pouty lips as he lowers his head and kisses me softly.
"Do you want this," he asks. I nod my head. I feel my panties getting wet with excitement as he lowers his mouth to mine and savagely devours it. I fall back onto the bed. He lifts my skirt and touches my wet softness. "You are so cute," he says. "You are really developed for your age. I swear you look about 16 or 17." "I know," I say as he starts to grab my big luscious boobs. He sucks on my tight nipples through the shirt and they get so hard. My shirt is almost see-through and he tells me how beautiful my tits are. Then he presses himself against my little pussy. He is so big and hard straining against his jeans. The power of his cock is so evident and makes me crazy for him. He thrusts his jean clad dick against my teeny twat. "I have been wanting you since you were ten," he says. "Your breasts were getting so big and I knew that little pussy was growing soft baby hair. I have been wanting to touch it and feel myself inside you for so long."
I couldn't believe he feels the same way I do. I always felt like he might like me but now I know he really does. He wants me and thinks I am beautiful. "I always liked you too Mr. Mitchum," I say.
Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.
Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.
He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment's notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.
Lonnie's mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.
Lonnie's mother knew he was 'at that age.' She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn't said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.
He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he'd seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn't acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress....
Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.
Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the 'bare necessities.' Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.
"Beep, beep, beep." The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn't looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn't required to take.
My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn't look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5'5", 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I've ever seen.
An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor's name. If I had, I wouldn't have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.
" Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39..." She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn't happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.
After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn't tell anybody I was her son. She didn't want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.
The first couple of weeks weren't that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I'd always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, "Hey, look at that ass, don't you want to fuck her?".
Bert Bayne sat in the rear of the darkened club and watched his daughter perform on stage. She was naked, sandwiched between a man and a woman. The man rubbed his cock on her rump as the woman sucked her breasts.
Bert's prick stiffened as he watched his daughter. She was in her early twenties, quite pretty, with curled blond hair and brown eyes. She was big-boned and full-bodied; not chubby, just firm with a full body. She had big tits and a big ass.
He stroked his crotch as he watched his daughter being licked. The woman, an attractive redhead, now had her face buried between his daughter's thighs and was licking her pussy. The man had his dick at her mouth and she sucked avidly on it.
Bert's peter was now stiff and throbbing and he openly rubbed it. Most of the other people sitting in the club did the same. The threesome on stage were putting on a hot show and all the spectators were affected by it; Bert most of all.
It had been two years since he had seen his daughter. He had served a stretch in jail for certain "underworld" offenses. His daughter Tammy had periodically written to him when he was in jail. In the last letter he had received from her, she had informed him of her move to Los Angeles, and the letter bore a return address that Bert guessed was a film or media location.
Upon his release from jail, he headed for Los Angeles.
The address indeed turned out to be a film company's location: Firecum Productions, one of many XXX film production companies in the Los Angeles area. At Firecum Productions, Bert learned that his daughter had recently appeared in a film, but that she was not under contract to the production company and her current address was unknown. But he also learned that she, like a number of other "porno" actresses, worked in certain clubs when she was between films. He obtained a list of the clubs.
He would go to each one till he found his daughter, but he first wanted to see the film in which she had appeared.
It was easy enough to see it. The film was playing in a number of X-rated movie houses...
When I was 16 and my sister was 14, she was constantly a bitch to me. No matter what I did, it pissed her off. We lived on a farm and had played doctor and fooled around bunches until I got a girlfriend about 6 months before. I didn't know that Amy was just jealous of the time I was spending with my girlfriend.
One afternoon, I had just put the tractor in the barn, when Amy came out and started in on me.
"Jesus Christ, you almost ran over the dog when you came through!."
I had had it. I reached around her and pulled the door shut. We were alone in the barn. "Why have you been such a bitch?" I asked.
"You have ignored me ever since you started dating Mary."
"THAT'S your problem??"
"We used to have so much fun together and now you don't even talk to me," she whined.
With that, I picked her up and turned her over me knee and pulled down her jeans. "You are acting like a child and I'm going to teach you a lesson." Amy struggled as I tugged off her jeans, fought so hard that I also pulled off her panties. Her bare white ass was set off by the magnificent tan from working in her bikini.
It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day -- just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady's.
Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom's car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.
Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike's clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!
Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.
"Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?" Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night.
"Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!"
Tom and Mary Waters lived happily in the suburbs, in their modest home, with their two fine young children. Mary was a very loving mother and a pretty young wife. She had a small frame with short dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Mary was very well proportioned and worked out regularly. Her pear shaped breasts were just the right size for height and weight. She had a forceful, but not overly dominant personality. She loved and respected her husband but she would be considered the stronger member of the couple.
Tom was a good husband and able provider. He worked hard at his accounting job and loved his pretty young wife very much. His personality though was decidedly weaker than Mary's was. He mostly went along with whatever she wanted. Like his wife, he had a small frame and dark colored hair. Tom wore those round wire frame glasses that really gave him the typical "accountant look."
Mary was very close with her mother and her sister Lauren. All three women spent a lot of time together and got along unusually well. Their mom had a very strong influence over the two girls, sometimes to Tom's displeasure. It was not unusual for Mary to end up doing something for her mother or for Lauren that Tom didn't approve of. He had learned long ago, however, that he was better off just to be quiet and stay out of it.
Jane Mayon undressed in her bedroom and put on her girl scout outfit, picked up the cloth bag filled with boxes of cookies, and then headed out. She called to her mother as she went through the living room: "Mom, I'm going." Her mother answered from the kitchen: "Hold on, dear."
Jane waited impatiently at the living room door. Her mother came from the kitchen and asked her: "Where exactly are you going? Are you selling or are you delivering?"
"I'm delivering," Jane replied. "I'm going to some of the places on the list."
"I'll drive you," her mother said.
"Oh Mom, no. I'm just going to a few places--four or five--just around the neighborhood. To Aunt Clara's and Mrs. Wallace and the Simmons', and Uncle Dick. Just the ones who have placed orders for the cookies and are within walking distance."
"Okay, dear," her mother said, "but remember, dinner is at six. Don't let Aunt Clara trap you into having tea and talking, or else she'll keep you there and you'll never get out."
Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.
Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.
He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment's notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.
It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day -- just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady's.
Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom's car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.
Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike's clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!
Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.
"Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?" Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night.
I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAD A REAL GOOD SUMMER ONE YEAR AGO. I NEVER EXPECTED IT BE SO INTRESTING. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I SPENT MY SUMMER WITH MY AUNT.
IT ALL HAPPENED BECAUSE MY FAMILY THOUGHT IT BE A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO SPEND TIME WITH MY AUNT MARY. I WOULD HELP HER OUT WITH HER BUSINESS. AT FIRST I DID NOT WANT TO GO. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE A REAL BAD TIME. WHAT WOULD I HAVE IN COMMON WITH A 38 YEAR OLD DIVORCED TEACHER. AFTER A FEW DAYS OF THINKING I DECIDED WHAT THE HELL I ARRIVE I STILL HAVE MY DOUBTS. WHEN I WALKED OUT OF THE AIRPLANE I GOT MY FIRST VIEW OF MY AUNT MARY. SHE LOOKED REAL GOOD. MARY WAS WEARING A HALF SHIRT AND WHITE SHORTS. SHE WAVED AT ME AND I WENT OVER OT HER AND GAVE HER A BIG HUG. MARY GAVE ME A HUGE SMILE. SHE WAS SO DAMN CUTE. I GAVE HER STOMACH A SMALL TAP AND MY AUNT GAVE ME A SMILE AGAIN. WELL TO GET TO THE JUICY PART/ IT ALL BEGAN ON THE 3RD DAY. I WENT UP STAIRS AND AUNT MARY WAS IN HER KITCHEN AND WEARING A SHIRT AND PANTIES. I JUST STARTED AT HER. LET ME TELL YOU MY AUNT MARY WOULD GET A LOT OF EYES. SHE HAD AN AWESOME BODY FOR A 38-YEAR-OLD. NICE MEDIUM SIZED BREAST, AND A GREAT ASS. SHE HAD NICE LIPS, A GREAT TONGUE. EVERYTIME I SEE HER NOW I WANT TO GIVE HER DEEP PASSONAITE KISSES. I WALKED UP TO HER AND I PUT MY HAND AROUND HER AND I SAID GOOD MORNING.
This is a story about my to my mother's best friend's place, Who i've always called aunty Sue even though we're not directly related , the story is about how my visit to spend my summer holiday's at aunty Sue's place turned out to be the most memorable experience of my life.
From the age that I can remember, I've always been really fond of aunty Sue. She's about 30 years old, with short blonde hair which falls upto her shoulders, really slim and terrific body.Aunty Sue also had dimples when she smiles, which makes her really cute. She's about 5"6 tall and really is cute. She's married with a 7 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. She and her family live's in the city, which is about 200 miles from the country town where I live in. It had been a habit of her's to take me to her place to spend a couple of weeks each school holiday. Her son Richard, though 6 years younger to me was really close to me and we enjoyed each other's company inspite of our wide age difference.
These christmas hollidays were no different. Two days into the hollidays aunty Sue drove down in her station wagon with her 2 kids to pick me up for the hollidays. She looked really great. She came in wearing a sleeveless white blouse and jeans. I felt really horny just looking at her. She had been in my masturbatory dreams ever since i started jerking off, but it really did make me feel guilty all at the same time for thinking of aunty Sue in such away. But I just couldn't help it.
33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5"7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.
However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.
This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children's hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. "Sally, i'm aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?" he asked. "Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees" .
For the past four years, since Ginger's husband, Jerry, died she had been walking the walls for sex while getting off only by fingering her saliva moistened slit. But sex with an eligible male adult is very difficult to come by when a women is 35, with two teenage children living at home with her. Though Ginger and Jerry had been married 12 blissful years, their ravenous appetite for each other had never diminished. They just loved to eat and fuck each other. On an almost daily basis, there was cock sucking, muff diving, 69ing and a follow-up fuck for good measure. While not enthusiastic about it, once in a while, Ginger let him bugger her tight bung. But in order to get to fuck her asshole he had to do 30 minutes of begging, pussy lapping, asshole licking, and afterwards reward her with dinner out at some very expensive place.
Ginger's 32-year old brother, Roger, was experiencing a similar sex-starved situation since his bitter and expensive divorce and his wife Ruth's remarriage. He lost the house and his kids in the divorce, and for the past few months he and Ginger had been celibately living together in her spare bedroom with her two children, sharing the kitchen, TV, and living room. Unbeknownst to the other, in the privacy of their respective bedrooms, both Roger and Ginger resorted to frequent bouts of self-abuse.
For those not familiar with the wild gyrations between Roger and Ginger, brother and sister, he being divorced and 32, she a 35-year old, four-year widow, a brief resume is in order. To wit:
Roger, the moralist of the two, had been firmly convinced that incest, i.e., any fucking, muff diving, or cock sucking between close relatives like brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son, etc., was not only immoral, but also constituted felonies in the criminal justice system for which they could both go to jail. Ginger took a much more practical position and figured that, with her two teen-age children off to summer camp for the next two weeks there was certainly nothing wrong with their sharing some adult physical, i.e., sexual satisfaction, even if it had to be with her younger brother. Both of them were walking the walls for sex, Roger not having had it -- other than hand jobs -- for more than two years and Ginger celibate -- certainly not by choice -- for the four years since her husband, Jerry, died. It was only in her frequent dreams that she could mesmerize re-joining him in one of their frequent bouts of 69ing, which always preceded their good night fuck.
Having lost his house and children in his bitter and expensive divorce, Roger had moved into Ginger's three-bedroom house. The morning after her kids had been shuffled off to camp for a two-week stay, Ginger was not willing to beat around the bush with Roger any longer. He was either going to put up, shut up, and fuck her, or get his useless ass out of her house. She could no longer accept his old crappola about no-sex between relatives. She needed some regular fucking in the worst way and if he wouldn't give it to her, she was determined to leave the house in broad daylight, naked with only her bedroom slippers on, and beg the first stranger she met to fuck her. Ginger was so tired of having to finger her cunt for relief that she would have become a street whore if necessary to get her twat probed with any willing stiff prick.
As the cab pulled up to the front of the big house that sat back far from the road on my uncle's estate, Connacht, I found that I was a little nervous. It had been some time since I had been here. I remembered fondly my enslavement to my Uncle Solomon.Here I was, nineteen years old and the college graduate he had wanted me to be. He had said I was very intelligent, and I had to prove it to him. I proved it; and next fall I would start a master's program at the University. But right now, as I pushed the door bell, I felt nine years old again. I was all trembly.
I was dressed as I knew my uncle liked his slaves, in a white gypsy blouse and a long , full skirt, and, of course, the white, nylon panties. The nipples on my small breasts were as hard as rocks. Would he still like me, I pondered.
The door opened and he stood there smiling, naked as I have always remembered him. But older. His beard and hair were white. But his great eyes were still those black gems whose very glance used to make me shiver.
I knelt before him, as any respectful slave must do.
I looked straight at his cock, just beginning a slow steady raise. I bent forward a bit to kiss it, trembling.
He held out his hands and lifted me up. "Hello, Chemi," he said. Then he took me into his embrace and kissed me -lightly at first, sort of feeling my face with his lips -then with a passion I remembered, his tongue a hot rod searching my mouth. I felt his cock, hard against my belly.
As we unembraced I noticed that the lights to the 'training' room were off. It was a room I remembered fondly. But we didn't go there, as I had expected -one usually did that first at uncle Solomon's. No, he took my hand and we went to the elevator -that meant one thing, we were going up to the master bedroom, the penthouse.
As the elevator made it way up my Master stroked my hair. "You never did get very big, did you Chemi?" she said, more than asked. "You would think that a daughter of mine would get at least near my height."
I was barely five foot, my uncle/Daddy/Master was six feet tall.
And then we were there. The two room suite that sat atop the great house at Connacht. It looked like there were even more books than I had remembered. But there did not seem to be anymore paintings. I immediately went to mine, painted when I was nine years old. I gazed up at the little naked girl with one hand just grazing her groin.
"You were very beautiful when I painted that," he said,
Well perhaps, a little skinny, I thought -not that I had gown that much in ten years. I took off my blouse to compare. Well, my little AA cuties were certainly an improvement over the flat chested darling in the painting. But I was hardly six inches taller than that little girl, hippier -for sure, tho.
"I wanted you to see this," my Master said, pointing to a box next to a very large monitor. "My new pride and joy," he smiled.
I did not recognize it. My dual degrees were in computer science and micro biology and I have seen some marvelous state of the art machines. "Something you made yourself, Master?" I asked. For I knew that my uncle had been building his own machines since before the beginning.
He put an arm about me and pinched my nipple. "No," he said, "A friend gave it to me. It's the prototype for a new super computer. I finally have something that can almost keep up with my visual ideas." He dropped his hand to the track-ball and the universe evolved from a bright point on the big monitor.
"You should see this on the big screen," he said. I knew he meant the big projection screen down in the living room. When I had first seen that I had been astounded. What did it look like now I wondered.
Whenever I needed to get-off, which was often the case, I would always fantasize about my sexy mother. She was the main porn actress of my perverted fantasies. My name is Kevin. I'm 18 years old and live at home with my mom and dad. I have an older brother named Jeremy who is a junior architect for a major firm. He lives in an apartment on the other side of town. Cynthia, my mom, is a busty 45-year-old sexpot. But, if you ask me, she looks more like a vibrant nymph in her 20s. Mom is a very fit woman who likes to diet and hit the gym four times a week. She has soft, silky brown hair, light green eyes, a cute upturned nose, and full red lips. But her best asset in my opinion-and the opinion of most men who drool when she walks by them in the street-is her plump, round ass. Mom's phenomenal curvy ass has a sublime way of hypnotizing the male species in their tracks. With each step of her dainty feet, mom's ass cheeks will deliciously bounce and sway-side to side. There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't want to sink my thick 7-inch cock into her tight crack. Honestly, I was so in love with that fuckin' ass of hers it made my dick throb every time I saw it. Unfortunately, my chances of ever fucking my mom's sweet ass were a little less than zero. It was totally pointless to even consider. Mom would never allow her baby to stick his hard cock into her luscious pear-shaped ass. At least, that's what I thought--until... I woke up in the middle of the night feeling very dehydrated. Glancing over at my clock on the nightstand, it was around 2:30 in the morning. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of cool water when, suddenly, I heard a long moan coming from down the hall. I stopped and listened. There it was again followed by an exchange of whispers. Then nothing. I thought I was hearing things and was about to go on my way when I heard someone say: "Oh fuck! You're so tight!" It was coming from my mother's bedroom. I could hear more whispers as I silently crept toward her room and peeked through the crack of her opened door. My eyes bulged as I witnessed the carnal sight before me. There, on my mother's marital bed, was my older brother Jeremy spooning my mom as he sawed his erect manhood into her maternal pussy! She was wearing a purple satin nightie that was obscenely stretched below her protruding breasts. Jeremy's hands were all over her creamy tits as he savagely mauled them.
It was never my intention to initiate any such action as I found myself in. I was sitting in an easy chair sipping a drink. Across from me, Stephanie, my girlfriend's eighteen-year-old was nervously biting her nails. "I fucked up big time huh?" she asked.
I took another sip, looked at her and nodded. "Do you think mom is going to be very angry?"
Again, only a nod from me.
"Please talk to me. I know I'm in trouble but it wasn't my fault. I didn't know there would be so much trouble."
I set my drink down. I looked at her. She was typical of the teenagers of today. Smart mouthed, sexy dressed, sexually active and knew too damn much for their own good. She was also trying hard to sober up. I was home because a neighbor had called her mother and me to report a wild fight in the apartment. I got there just as the fight was gearing up to turn into a real brawl. I broke up the combatants and threw them all out. There had been about 8 couples in all.
From what I could determine, the fight broke out when one couple didn't want to give up the bed they were fucking on to another couple that wanted to use it. Words were exchanged and one thing led to another. Both girls and boys were fighting when I arrived. Seeing the girls with some of their clothes torn, bras covering oversized tits did have an effect on me. The girl and guy that had started the whole thing were still naked when I arrived. The guy had average equipment but the girl was something else. Her cunt was completely bald and she had the fattest pussy lips for a woman I had seen in a long time. Long erect nipples and melon sized tits. I would have jumped at the chance to fuck her myself but she was way under aged for my taste.
The apartment was a wreck. Lamps broken, tables overturned beer and wine bottles on the floor. Stephanie wanted to clean it up so that her mother wouldn't see the mess. After talking to Joan at work, her orders were to leave it till she got home. I told her that since it was one o'clock and she left at four anyway, to stay at work and finish the day
It was 4:30 and the closer it got to 5, the more nervous Stephanie got. "What do you think mom will do to me?" She was scared shitless.
"Stephanie, if you were her, what would you do? You trust you daughter to do what's right only to find out she has been having orgies in your house, letting anyone and everyone fuck in your bedroom and to top it all off, a fight starts and the apartment ends up in shambles." Stephanie looked around the apartment. Joan was a neat freak and when she came home she was going to go ballistic.
"It wasn't an orgy," was all she said.
I lifted my eyebrow at her. "When I walked in, two couples, one naked was fighting in your mother's bedroom. Two couples were in your room. Two guys fucking one girl while she played with her girlfriend. You on your knees sucking some guys cock. Another couple fucking in the kitchen. And all of you stoned. No it was an orgy. I've been to orgies in my day. This was an orgy. Your mother always told me how levelheaded you were. That she could trust you and depend on you. What happened? What made you turn like this?" I looked at her waiting for an answer. She bit her upper lip, twisted her hands together and bent her head.
"You all just don't understand. Being a teenager is a lot of pressure. Everyone expects you to do things. Guys expect you to put out or they won't have anything to do with you. I was considered Ms goody two shoes and none of the cool guys would even ask me out." She lifted her head and looked at me as if to seek understanding.
"And being a slut makes you cool too. From what I saw in here today, Ms Goody-Two-Shoes would get a lot more respect. And if a guy wants sex and you decide to give it to him, I guess it's cool to do it in front of all your friends so they can see you're just like them." I knew my words stung but she needed to know these things.
We both heard the keys in the door and judgment time had arrived. Joan entered the apartment, took one look around and set her things down. She closed the door and locked it. She went to Stephanie's bedroom and looked at the rumpled bed. She went to her own bedroom and saw the mess. She came out and looked at me. I raised my hands and shrugged. She looked at Stephanie and Stephanie couldn't meet her gaze.
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hi, my name is john and i am going to tell you my story about my big sister christine and how she became my sex puppet.
It was a hot july day in arizona and christine and I were home alone. My mom was at work, and my dad was away on business for the next 2 weeks. Christine and I had always been pretty close. But I hadn't seen her alot the last 4 years because she had been at college. She was back for the summer now before we moved her to grad school. She had just turned 23, and was the most gorgeous person i'd ever seen. She was 5'9 with dark blonde hair. Her tits were perfect! I knew they were a 34c because i use to sneak peeks at her panties and bras in the dirty laundry. I loved to sneak into her hamper and steal a pair of panties and take them back to my room and lick them tasting her sweet pussy juices. Once i tasted her juices i could never hold it anymore and would jack off into her panties, shooting my hot sticky cum all over her flowery thongs. My sister was only 115 pounds with a perfect body. She would wear fairly revealing clothing around the house that showed off her sweet round ass and tan legs well, not to mention her perfectly perky tits.
I had been fantasising about fucking my sister since i was 13. i would try desperately to spy on her changing and showering, usually with no luck. I'm 18 years old now and i still want to fuck her desperately. I always daydream about how sweet it would be to plow my 10 inch cock into her pussy, feeling her squeeze around my throbbing member. Now i know you might be thinking that i'm lying about the length of my cock but i'm not. I'm very blessed in that department. Not only do i have a big cock be i was born with an abnormally high amount of reproductive glands which resulted in an excessive amount of cum. When i blow my load it is insane. If someone cupped both their hands together i would fill up their hands with no problem.
Anyways it was a hot july day and Christine decided to lay out and tan for a while. She came downstairs in her skimpy two piece and i was speechless. All i could do is stare at her breasts almost popping out of the top of her suit. Sheepishly she asked me what was wrong and i all i could mutter was that she looked great that's all. Then i started to head upstairs becuase my cock was getting harder by the second. As i walked away i glanced back and relized she was wearing a thong bikini. It blew my mind. Her ass was so perfect i wanted to go back to her and squeeze that tight bitch. Instead i just kept walking because i knew i couldn't hold my load much longer.
After my hard on had subsided i had a great idea. I went out to my sister who was still tanning and told her that i was going out for the day and would be back by supper time. Then i went into the house and started to get ready for my master plan. i went back and got some of my video equiptment. I have a wide variety because my uncle had given my his old stuff. A lot of the equiptment was quite well concealled. I put one camera in the bathroom pointing at the shower and then i put one camera in her bedroom pointing at her bed. As i "left" for the day i made sure she heard me "leaving". I drove my car down the road a few blocks and then