Phenom- part 1
Rick’s life changes awesomely after one phone call.
Rick’s life changes awesomely after one phone call.
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Michelle’s new life continues in unexpected ways.
A true story containing several encounters of us having sex when my fiancee was not on the shot
Pim’s best friend Judy is down in the dumps
A concerned mother rails on about the nation’s tolerance for incestuous rape.
I saw a man I did not know go into my house when my mother was the only one home
For those of you who enjoyed the first 3 and asked for more. thanks for the votes and feedback
Im almsot ready and my date will be here soon
Sarah Jones learns her true nature with the help of her science teacher
Jack witnesses his new landlords liberal activities.
It was a good day, I enjoyed my work and I listened to a good rock track on the radio as I sat in my car, driving just around the last turn before the final stretch to my home. Ironically I would only be home for roughly thirty minutes before leaving again, but this time with my love, mate and husband, Andrew….
High school girl next door puts on many a show for her neighbor, then takes it to a higher level by seducing him. Takes a while to develop, so please don’t neg-vote it if you’re in a hurry.
letting guys fuck me leds me to a whorehouse
Okay people, I’m taking a pole. In your comments, vote if you want the Kassy brought into the story, or not. The most votes wins.
John’s lifelong quest to find the girl of his dreams takes some very unexpected twists and turns along the way.
An American, an Englishman and a NewZealander were waling down the road one day, when they saw a sheep that had tried to jump a fence. The poor beast was hung up with it’s rump in the air and the back legs splayed and tangled in the wire.
The American looked up and said “oh Gods I wish that was Jaylo
The Englishman looked up and said “Lords I wish that was twiggy
And the New Zealander looked up and said “God I wish it were dark.
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Rachel and her intern fuck a lucky guy to make a sale
My name is Janet and I am here to share my life with you.
Cute Little Ashley provides her new boy friend with everything. This junior high tramp is real hot and Buck gets adicted real fast.
An explicit report on the World’s most luxurious and exclusive brothel, and of the people who operate it.
Unable to orgasm, she reluctantly dates women, hoping to cum.
I was no longer in control of my own errection….
More holiday fun then back to England for more sexy fun
This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 2 (Marriage)
When I first came to live with Uncle Abraham and Hagar, Leah was a real pest, but after several years she started tagging along when I went to Friday night Bible class every week. That was while she was in fifth grade, so I didn’t pay much attention to her. As long as she didn’t bother me, I let her tag. Things changed after she caught me with her ma in the garage. She wanted to talk as we walked over to the church and on the way home, the only times that we were alone together. At first it was just about me: what had it been like to lose my folks; did I like playing football at school; was I good in arithmetic (actually I was studying geometry). Then she started asking about the girls that I knew; did I like any one in particular; had I had sex with any of them like I had with her ma? WOW! Now I was freaked. I told her that she could never tell about that and that I wouldn’t ever discuss it with her.
She wouldn’t let go of it so I did finally tell her about Uncle Abraham’s talk about how our Scottish ancestors changed a 15 year-old boy into a man. She must have thought about that for several weeks and actually went to the library to see if she could find more information. The only thing she could find, she told me the next week, was that people in Scotland used to live so far apart that young people rarely saw anyone who wasn’t a relative. It was therefore common for cousins to “have intimate relations and to marry when the first child was on the way.” She said that she would like to do that with me. I cut her off on that thought because she was like a sister to me.
Soon thereafter, she started coming into my room at night to talk, and sometimes had a very revealing nightgown on. Once when I couldn’t help but notice her body, I got a hard-on and she could see the tent in my PJs. She smiled and put her hand around it and felt it get much harder. She said that her ma had told her to not leave a man like that because he would hurt, so she pulled my prick out and masturbated me until I shot a wad over her hand. She licked it off and said that she liked doing that for me. I’ll have to admit that I liked it too, but knew that it was wrong. I wouldn’t let her do it again for some months, but did enjoy chatting with her in my bed late at night.
It turned out, when I got to know her better, that she was a fairly smart girl and that we had a lot of common interests. After several months she again asked to help relieve my erection, asking so nicely that I couldn’t say no. This time she wanted me to just put my hand on her pubic area so she could feel good too. This didn’t seem, at the time, to be so terribly wrong so I did it and found that increased my excitement too. I liked to just use my middle finger to tease her clit, then move it down to her weeping hole and let my thumb press and rub on her clit. I only put my finger in a little past my first knuckle so I didn’t break her hymen and then wiggled and rotated it, slowly to start then speeded up as she got hot. Before long we were fondling each other two or three nights a week, with both of us reaching climaxes. Leah didn’t have any boobs yet nor any hair around her pussy, so she was just a little 11 year-old girl not yet a woman and I felt it was OK to be nice to her since sex was not involved.
Needless to say, we became very close over time and sex did become involved. Leah would come into my room and immediately throw off her nightgown. I had gotten used to not even putting on my PJs to go to bed. We would lie face to face while talking and, unless we were talking about something really serious, our hands would be deliciously exploring each other’s bodies. As time went on our mouths and tongues became involved too. Leah particularly liked for me to put my tongue as far into her vagina as it could go and then to make the tip of it move up and down. She would leak her maiden’s juice into my mouth when she reached her climax and I slurped it up. My favorite was to have her just put her mouth around the head and then rotate her tongue around it. Leah always would keep her lips tight around my cock when I erupted, slosh it around in her mouth for a while, sometimes share some of it with me, and then finally guzzle it down. It was fun.
When I turned 16 I quit school and started working full time at the local gas station. Almost a year later was when we decided to get married. By that time we found that we were badly tempted to go “all the way,” even though we had decided that we were going to wait until after we were married. Anyway, when Leah turned thirteen we ran off to Atlanta and got hitched. Leah’s folks were real unhappy with us at the time, but accepted it as the right thing to do, just a lot earlier than they had hoped for. They even let us move in to Leah’s room until I could save up enough to rent somewhere else.
People who read those trashy magazines just don’t understand what real love is, so I’m going to try to tell what it meant to us. While we lived at Leah’s home, we made love almost every night. The hardest part of that was keeping quiet so her folks wouldn’t hear us. Leah would usually get so worked up that she’d be telling me to “do it harder” or to go “faster, faster” and her voice would get louder and louder as she approached her climax. Now I don’t mean to brag, but I’m hung pretty good, almost 6” when I’m really hard, and Leah does reach a climax almost every time we make love. In fact, I often have to slow down so that she doesn’t come way before I’m ready.
During those early months, we were still just doing it in the missionary position, so it was hard to adjust our lovemaking so that we were both satisfied at about the same time. We were so in love that we often went to sleep still connected, and then some time later in the night I’d wake up with a full erection, still in Leah, and she would be making her vagina pulse, alternately squeezing me and relaxing and then moving her hips back and forth just a little to gently slide back and forth on my prick. She said that sometimes she could get off without me even waking up.
The following spring we were able to rent a house out in the country. It was only one room and the water and facilities were out back, but it was like heaven to us. I picked up the Sunday newspapers from some of our friends at church, and we used the colored sections and flour and water paste to paper the inside. It looked real homey and cheerful when we were through. At last we could be alone and do what we wanted when we wanted. Unfortunately, that situation only lasted a few months.
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It all started when I woke up around two in the morning and noticed my television was still on from the night before. I scrounged around the sheets trying to find the remote, but to no avail. Sluggishly I stumbled out of bed and shut it off manually. At the moment I didn’t have to pee but figured that the second I lay back down is when the urge would come. I slowly exited my room and started down the hall to the bathroom. I noticed my mother’s television was also left on. I quietly opened the door and noticed that she was fast asleep.
It was really hot and muggy in the deep beige colored room just as the whether had been the past week. Neither my mother nor myself liked air conditioning, her because of the cost of cooling the house, and I because of the aches and pains it left in the joints of my body. The glossy finish of the rosewood trim in her room reflected the blue’s in the television picture and danced little shapes all about the room. The curtains that draped over the six foot windows blew in wild cascade as the dual fan blower in the window shuffled in what cool air there was outside.
I walked over and clicked off the TV and started for the door when my mom began to whimper. I was hesitant as to what to do, and then it seemed as though she was beginning to cry. I felt bad for her because I knew she often had nightmares, but this was the first time I had ever seen her having one.
I slowly approached the bed as she continued the soft cries. I placed my hand on her shoulder and softly shook her. “Mommy?” With my subtle motions she sat directly up in bed and yelled out. I was so startled that I jumped back and smashed my heel on her nightstand.
“Oh dear, honey are you okay?” she asked as she held her hand out for me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay ma, I was just concerned.”
“Mommy was just having a bad dream, that is all.”
In all of the confusion, one of my mothers spaghetti straps from her cream colored top had fallen to the side exposing part of her breast. My mother was quite a pretty looking woman. She was about 5’5”, about 120 pounds, and although she wasn’t skinny, she carried it really well. Her legs were strong and firm, she had a nice round ass, a tummy that was round but not fat, and I would have to say about a C cup. Her hair was long and brown with somewhat “poofy” bangs but not like the girls of the eighties that looked like one had fallen over and invented the Garden Weasel. She was almost always tanned to a light brown, but hardly ever lay out in the sun. Her mouth was small but she had really nice lips that always looked like she was wearing lipstick.
She didn’t notice the strap but explained, “Oh honey, mama sorry. What were you doing up anyway?”
“I had to go to the bathroom and seen your TV was on so I turned it off and noticed you were having a bad dream, and…”
“Hush honey. It’s okay. Thank you.” She gazed into my eyes and seen that I was mildly upset and startled from the ordeal. With an outstretched hand she called me over and asked me if I would like to lay down with her.
“Sure mommy,” I replied and began to climb under the sheets. I was only in a pair of cotton boxers and the rest of my body was bare. As my mom pulled open the sheet I could see the silky shorts she was wearing that matched her top. I could feel my dick growing as I situated myself in the bed, and it is not like I wanted to have sex with my mother, but she was very pretty and the sight had just engulfed me.
At that time my mom noticed the strap and went to slide it back up on her shoulder but the back of it tore away from the rest. “Damn,” she exclaimed as she examined it.
“Would you like me to grab you a different one?”
“Naw, that’s okay sweetie.” With that said, she pulled the top off completely exposing her breasts. With my head on the pillow I couldn’t help but stare in amazement. I had never seen her breasts this close before. In fact the only time I ever seen them was when I was twelve and ran into the bathroom while she was in the shower.
I was a little uncomfortable but she didn’t seem to be. Glancing down she noticed me staring at her and said, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Well, I just didn’t expect that. It is okay though.”
“Hmmm. Okay, huh? I notice you looking honey; you don’t have to pretend you are sleeping. Do you like what you see?” I paused. “Listen honey, mommy knows you are young and your hormones are raging inside, and just because I am your mother doesn’t mean you can’t look at me. It is okay honey. Do you like my boobies?” she said as she wiggled them back and fourth.
“Yeah, a lot actually. I think you are really pretty mommy.”
“Well thank you. That is really nice,” she said as she reached down and held my hand. “Have you ever seen a girl naked before in real life?”
“Well, no.” I wasn’t about to admit to seeing anything previously.
“Here,” she said as she brought my hand up to her right breast. “Touch it. It is okay.” As I began to do as she instructed, she went on, “I have heard you before talking to your friend about those movies you seen at his house and how you wished you could just touch one. So now you know. Is it everything you thought it would be?”
“It’s better than I ever imagined.”
With a chuckle she retorted, “Well, okay then.” She moved my hand back away and laughed a little more. Then she gave me a somewhat hard to explain playful grin and then got under the covers and we were facing each other. She moved in close to me and kind of pulled me in close to her so that her breasts were pushing up against me. I began to get extremely erect, more than I ever had before. My boner poked through the hole in my boxers and touched my mother’s stomach. I was so very embarrassed and she must of known that because she looked into my eye and told me that there was no reason to feel embarrassed. Then softly she said, “Honey, it is normal to have a reaction like that. I really don’t mind. Hey, give mommy a kissy good night.”
I brought my lips toward her cheek but she turned her head at the last moment so that our lips came together. As I pulled back, she moved toward me and kissed my lips again. I smiled at her, and kissed her back. This went on a few more times, kind of as a game, and then when I went to kiss her she stuck her tongue out and pushed it between my lips. Inside my mouth it met my tongue and I just let my mother’s tongue move around with mine. This went on for what seemed like forever but was only probably thirty seconds. She then said, “Let’s sleepy now honey.”
I smiled and acknowledged by laying my head back on the pillow. She pulled off her bottoms and threw them on the floor. I was thinking about slipping my boxers off, but wasn’t able to think long because my mom reached down and pulled them off for me. “It is too hot to have anything on tonight,” she said. I was still hard as a rock and it felt so good. My mother edged herself upward a bit and somewhat slid my body downward so that my face was now directly against her breast.
I cannot explain how or why what happened next, but it just did somewhat naturally. I opened my mouth and placed it around my mother’s nipple and began to softly kiss and lick it. I could hear her gasp, and then moan slightly. She brought her leg up between mine and placed her hand on my ass. She pushed me forward so that I was grinding my erection on her leg. I was engulfed in pleasure. I brought my hand up on my mom’s tit and cupped and caressed it. She took her hand off of my ass and put it on my head pressing me hard against her chest. I kept grinding away into my mom’s soft and smooth leg, and almost came. I stopped though because I thought that it was going to be wrong. However, my mom knew and told me not to stop, and that it was okay. So I grinded a couple more times and began to cum. It was total ecstasy. With each load that came out my mom let out a small grunt. I swear it felt like I came two cups worth because both my mom’s stomach and mine were soaked with my sticky fluid. Though there was other wetness too, a wetness that was hard to explain. It was really wet, but warm. I didn’t think nothing of it and just let my body relax.
I felt my mom bring her hand down and rub the cum that had spewed up onto our stomachs. After that I don’t remember much but feeling really sleepy. I heard my mom softly utter, “you’re such a good boy,” and I fell right to sleep in my mothers arms.
I woke up around five and realized where I was. I was still in my mother’s arms, my face next to her chest, and I was really sticky. I lay there and stared at my mother’s breasts. She started to move around and opened her eyes and looked down at me.
“Hi honey. How was your rest?” she asked.
“It was good,” I replied with a smile. She smiled back and stuck her tongue out at me in a playful way. I continued to smile and told her that I had to get up to pee.
“Really?” she asked playfully. I shook my head yes, and got ready to get up when she grabbed me and began to tickle me.
Laughingly I said, “Ma, I’m gonna pee my pants.”
“That’s funny, you’re not wearing any!”
She continued to tickle me and laid me down on the bed, straddling me. I had a slight boner, but it was definitely due to having to piss so badly. She kept tickling me and all of a sudden I began to piss. As it started to flow out, my mom leaned down on top of me and turned us both over and as much as I tried not to, I continued to urinate between the two of us. It seemed as though she enjoyed it, and looking at her I noticed her eyes were closed and mouth opened wide.
“I’m sorry mommy,” I said as I finished.
“No, don’t be sorry at all honey. It is okay. Mommy did the same thing last night. It’s okay you know.”
Well this answered the question about the wet spot last night, and since she thought it was okay, I figured what the hell, fine with me too.
“Why don’t you go start the shower. I know it’s early, but we could both use a good wash. I’ll be right in.”
“Okay mom,” I said as I got up and headed out of the room.
Upon exiting, I walked down the hall to the bathroom, still moistened from the urine on my body. Once in the bathroom, I grabbed a hand towel and dried off a bit and then started the shower. I grabbed an extra towel and went to bring it down the hall to my mother.
As I approached her door, I could see her through the dusky darkness, laying down like she was with her hand between her legs. She was writhing back and forth, slowly and softly moaning. I didn’t interrupt, but stood there and watched her. She was using one hand to massage her breasts and the other was between her legs. It made me think of the movies I had seen before and I felt myself getting excited. She turned her head and looked at me and seen me watching her, but it didn’t seem to matter because she just continued what she was doing.
I approached her and laid the towel on the bed next to her and told I had brought it for her, but still she continued what she was doing. “Thanks honey. I will be right there.”
I took that as my cue to leave and walked back to the bathroom. I had an erection again from watching my mom, but I didn’t play with myself or anything. I began to think about what had transpired over the past few hours and tried to figure out how I really felt about it. I at first felt very wrong for doing what I did, but then began to feel that maybe it was just normal. I mean I am a growing young man about to turn fourteen, and from what I know, my mother hasn’t been around with anyone in years. Nobody ever told me that what my mom and I had done was wrong or taboo. It just seemed to be natural. My feelings weren’t though. I didn’t hate her, but felt the same love for her that I always had, just now it felt like there was something added to it. I always thought my mom was pretty and that she had a nice body. Not like what you see on TV, but nice. I had never felt this before, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I turned and hopped into the shower. The water felt warm and the room was quiet except for the sound of the water falling
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A guy is sitting in a bar when he notices an attrative young woman sitting just down the bar. “What the hell?” he thinks and goes to talk to her. “Hi how are you?” He asks. She turns and screams. “What no I won’t sleep with you!” The guy is shocked and retreats to his seat. Later the same woman walks up to him. “I’m sorry about that but i’m a physoclogy major and i’m doing research on people put in embarrassing situations. Here let me buy you a drink.” He turns and screams “What 200 for a blow job?”
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Just some musings on the life of a slave girl named Ariadne.