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Barbi Doll and Sugar Daddy

I consider my wife Tina my Barbi doll, and she always seems to like the way I dress her up and show her off. Tina’s got the trophy wife look. The head of teased blonde hair that turns men’s heads, the sparkling blue eyes, hot red lips, a pair of tits that beg to be fondled, buns that make a man say, “I’ll follow you anywhere,” and the hottest set of legs imaginable. Put that all together in the sexiest outfits a fella can pick out for his woman and mix it with a woman who is a natural, incorrigible flirt who craves the attention men are only too happy to lavish on her, and you have a picture of Tina.
I love dressing her in outfits the expose a lot of waist. I put her in tight low-riding hip huggers that show fully the little thongs she wears. Tina is always balanced on at least 3-inch heels, which give her legs and ass a deliciously muscular look. Bras are not part of her wardrobe. She is a perfect 36 DD at a cost of about $10K per boob and they stand up with no help from a harness. We switch between tight little clingy shirts that hug every curve or loose fitting blouses that open for great views of cleavage down the front.
Before we go out–on the prowl–to see how many men’s heads we can turn, I tease Tina’s hair, give her a good dousing of perfume, and make sure her lips are glistening with gloss and her eyes are smokin’ with shadow.
Tina loves to tease, and I’ve always encouraged her. I get a big kick out of watching her wrap men around her pinky. She can basically get just about any man to do anything she asks. She loves the power. We have played a game to see how far she can push it. About a month ago, we took it a bit too far.
Joe is a college kid who mows our lawn and does odd jobs around the house. He is a varsity athlete, a tennis player, so he appreciates the extra money of a job that doesn’t require set hours. We represent an interesting age span. I am 50 years old, and am definitely middle aged with my body going soft and the years of working a desk job taking a certain toll on my looks. Tina is 30. She is definitely what is known as a trophy wife, given our age difference and that she is my third wife. She no longer looks like the co-ed cheerleader she used to be. But she has matured in the sexiest way with a curvier body and a self confidence that comes with experience. Joe is 20. He has a chiseled body, but a wide-eyed innocence, a bright smile, a certain puppy dog side.
Joe really brought out Tina’s flirtatious side. She found every excuse to touch him, little pats, and always seemed to be brushing by him in ways that maximized contact. She would dress extra specially sexy when Joe was coming over to clean our house. Sometimes she would wear a translucent dress that you can see right through and would only have a thong on underneath. Joe’s jobs include mopping our floors, and Tina usually found ways to stand over him when he was on his hands and knees, and Tina usually managed to be close by and would choose those days to do the dusting. She would ask Joe to balance her legs when she would stand on a step stool to dust the corners where the walls meet the ceiling.
Since Joe lives in a dorm, we made a deal that he can do his laundry at our place as long as he does our laundry as well. This requires Joe to handle Tina’s worn thongs and other clothes. I picked up on the fact that a bit of a game was going on between Joe and Tina with “mix ups” of each other’s laundry. And I could tell from examining some of Tina’s panties myself in the laundry hamper that she seemed to perfume them especially for him and would leave the nicest ones on the top of the pile on laundry days.
When Joe did outdoor work like gardening or mowing the lawn, Tina would choose those days to sun bathe in her tiniest “get the most sun” string biknis. One day, I asked Joe to wash and wax my car. Tina decided that she would help. Joe was in his usual muscle shirt and cut-offs. Tina wore a little pair of silky jogging shorts stretched tight and fitting her ass snugly. The jogging shorts were set low on her hips and her thong was visible front and back above the shorts. For her top, she chose a thin, old t-shirt cut just below her breasts. Her breasts jiggled freely under the thin little top with every movement.
I watched the action from my easy chair inside the house, looking out the living room window. In no time at all, Tina had managed to get them both soaking wet. She looked the winner of a wet T-shirt contest. Her nipples were clearly visible, poking at the clingy wet material and looking really tasty. Her shorts were also plastered to her skin. She was laughing and teasing Joe, and he seemed to enjoy the attention she was lavishing on him.
I could see that they were touching each other a lot more than the usual occasional brush by. Tina would stretch herself on top of the hood of the car to clean it and Joe would be directly behind her pressed against her cleaning it with one hand, while the other would caress her.
I just sat there. I was jealous at how turned on they both were and that I was left out, but I also had to admit that I was turned on myself, and sat in my chair playing with myself as I watched them getting more and more physical with each other right there in our front drive way as visible to my neighbors as they were to me. Finally I saw that they might just start fucking right there in our driveway in the middle of the afternoon–that’s how turned on they were.
I decided to take action. I went out and said, “Look at you two. You’re soaking wet. Come in and get into some dry clothes.” They looked at little sheepish as they came in. But then I handed them their dry clothes. For Joe, a pair of thin silk pajama bottoms, no top. For Tina, the matching pajama top, no bottom. The top is held together by a single string. I gave them one plush towel to dry each other off and said I would put their wet clothes in the dryer. I left behind a chilled bottle of wine and two wine glasses, already filled. When I came back the two of them were cuddled on the sofa sipping the wine. Tina’s free hand was rubbing Joe’s chest and his free hand was resting on her thigh. Joe asked me if I wanted a glass of wine too. I said, “No, I’m not really part of this party. I just want to watch.”
Joe gave me a last look, and then turned to Tina, tilted her head, and gave her a warm, deep passionate kiss. They spent the next twenty minutes necking. They played with their tongues, and both necks were slick with saliva and hickey marks. Joe’s hands were working Tina’s breasts, and after a while his hungry mouth found her nipples and he sucked away. Not to be outdone, Tina slid down Joe’s body, pulled down the PJ bottoms and revealed a long, hard cock. Tina slurped and sucked, cooing about how big and gorgeous it was. Joe had great control for such a young man. He was really an exceptional lover.
I was amazed that he didn’t just come in her mouth, because Tina was really pumping his long, hard cock and she swirled her tongue around his sensitive cock head alternating with some delicious sucking. After much cock sucking, Joe pulled Tina up and began kissing her neck again. After a while a slick wet trail led from her neck to her boobs, which got such a good sucking that they were red and blotchy and glistening with Joe’s saliva. He trailed his tongue down her long muscular torso, stopped to play with her belly piercing and then worked his way down over her completely shaved and smooth vulva.
He positioned Tina so I could watch the spectacular job of pussy licking he gave Tina. I never have read or heard much discussion of men’s relative tongue sizes as we are so preoccupied with dick length. But I was amazed as the length and power of Joe’s tongue. It looked like it swelled and grew like a cock as he worked it up and down Tina’s slick slash. He penetrated her pussy with his tongue, working it in and out like a cock until Tina grabbed his head, then squeezed his head with every last remaining ounce of her strength in the vice grip of her magnificent thighs, and came with a shuddering gasp.
But the party was hardly over. It was now Joe’s turn for his pleasure. By now, Tina had the energy of a rag doll, but the most beautiful and sexy rag doll ever conceived.
Joe turned Tina prone. He no longer had the strength to support her wait with her hands for a proper “doggy style” fucking, but Joe had enough strength for two. With one arm around her belly he held her up and with his other hand, he balanced on the floor. He penetrated her from behind, and, again, in no hurry whatsoever, exercising amazing control for a 20-year-old guy, he gave Tina a good, old-fashioned fucking, leaving her completely spent and satisfied.
I paid Joe for doing such a good job on the car, he got his things out of the dryer and went on this way with a big smile on his face.
Tina looked at me with a crooked grin. “So what do you get out of this, baby?” she said. I crawled over to her, parted her legs, and buried my face in the wet, steamy mess that Joe had left behind. I inhaled the musky smell and tongued the sour taste until it was almost sweet. Finally I crawled onto her sweaty body, kissing the hickey marks on her breasts. My cock slipped easily into Tina’s slippery, stretched out pussy and I came almost instantly.
As I was starting to fall asleep, Tina said, “You know that guest bedroom we have, honey? I think we could have Joe clean and cook for us all the time, if we let him live here.”
Nothing like having live-in help around the house. A win-win set up for every body.
Proudly signed,
Willing Wimp

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Great oral sex

I was widowed at 46. My wife was older than me by three years. No it wasn’t an older woman thing. I just loved big tits and she had them. Sex before marriage was really good or at least so I thought. Oral sex was a one way street for her. She never gave but she liked to receive so after a while I stopped giving. Every so often the sex was really good. She liked facesitting and every so often liked it doggiestyle but apart from that our sex life was, for the most part, plain vanilla. Not even French vanilla because she never tongue kissed.
Now I tell you that not because I was bitter about it, which I was, but because my sex life as a widower took off like a rocket once I got back into the dating scene.
Let me tell you about Claire. She was a research scientist. For real! I haven’t looked through this website that much apart from the movies but I can guess that most of what you might read in ‘true stories’ are just a little too wild to be true. Claire was bi. She was mostly straight but every so often she liked to swing into the lesbian side which is how I got into my first and, sadly to this point, only threesome. Claire also liked going to the better quality strip clubs in town.
She didn’t exactly drag me off to bed our first date. In fact it took a few dates and then only after some careful graduated groping. First kissing and then kissing and mild groping. I guess she wanted to see what my intentions were. You know; is he just after a one night stand or maybe he wants something more.
So one night after some heavier than normal groping and kissing I was about to leave and we kissed in her kitchen. I thought, ‘what the hell’ I might as well feel her up a bit more before I go. She looked at me and then down at her cleavage and then back at me. Yes she was that tall. I’m 6foot 2inches and she was about 5’11’’. It seemed like an invitation to me so I undid her shirt to find a black bra. I grabbed behind her to undo the clasp. Her bra fell away and her tits were fantastic! You know, just incredible. Even though she was 40 she had never been pregnant. Her nipples were pristine. Once I saw those tits I knew I just had to stick my dick between them. But still no sex. Well not that night anyway. Driving home I knew that the next time would be it.
A week later we went to dinner and a movie. Yes I know very predictable but I was certain we were going to do it. I didn’t see the point of going to the movie but Claire really wanted to so I suffered through another chick flick. We got back to her place and went for it straight away. This time there was no resistance from her. First her tits and then her pussy. She went straight for my cock. She stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me to her bedroom and then asked me the strangest question I have ever been asked. ‘Is it OK if I suck you?’ Like I was really going to say, ‘no I don’t do that sort of perverted stuff.’ I would like to tell you I had a really smart funny remark but I just nodded and mumbled,’ yes of course you can.’
True to her word she went down on me straight away and enthusiastically sucked! Now remember I haven’t had a blowjob in well over 20 years. Sex yes but not for over 6 years! Let me tell you it could have been my first blowjob ever and she was really good at it. A well-practiced tongue as they say. Eventually I knew I had to return the favor and I really wanted to. I pushed her onto her back and slapped her tits with my dick and then kneeling down and I licked my way to her pussy. My knees near her head I started licking her. I don’t think a guy really knows if he’s doing it right but she seemed to be enjoying it. Then she started grabbing for my cock, complaining that she couldn’t get at it. She started pulling on me and before I had even thought about it we were in a sixty-nine position with me on top. I had never even thought about it like that. Like most guys we think of sixty-nine with the woman on top. This was memorable. I often think about because I guess most women do it with themselves on top for the obvious reason that it gives them control of how far the dick goes in their mouth but Claire was really up for it.
This was really great but then I thought about those tits. I just had to fuck them so I got off her and climbed back on her and slapped my cock between her hugetits. I started thrusting backwards and forwards pressing them around my cock. This only lasted a few seconds before she slid down and bit and once again took me in her mouth. This woman was a true connoisseur of oral. She really loved it and couldn’t get enough cock in her mouth.
But I had to dip my cock in her pussy too. So I pulled out of her mouth and went to spread her legs but she pushed me over and jumped on top and started to ride me, her hugetits bouncing up and down. I couldn’t last much longer. I knew I was going to cum and cum big. And then I did like I had never cum before in my whole life. She looked down at me and smiled. Then she dipped her fingers into her pussy, my cock still in her. She pulled her fingers out with come on them and stuck them in her mouth and swallowed. What a woman. What an incredible fuck.
Claire fell of me and started to masturbate herself really vigorously. Looking at me she said, ‘Yes I did cum but I just have to cum again. Get that dildo into me will you.” Which I did. There was more great sex to come over the next few months which I might tell you about if I feel like writing again.

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Muslim Widow Aunt’s Wild Train Ride

I’m back with another memorable sexual encounter with me and my widowed aunt. Sheen was your strict Muslim mother who was well-respected in our huge, extended family. However, the death of her husband unleashed the tremendous lust she had kept hidden inside her. This incident tool place a couple of months after she was widowed and we were on a train journey to meet with her son and lovely daughter in Mumbai for the weekend.

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The In-laws Part 1: My Brother in law

Hi, my name’s Mike. I’m 19 years old, 6ft tall and have I have a slim build. My girlfriend of 6 months is Jada. She’s 18, about 5’ 5’’ and has a slim tight body. Her skin is like a nice dark chocolate and her hair is long and black. She has 34D breasts and a juicy ass that men would kill to have a piece of. This story doesn’t start with her though but with her brother Ricky…
Ricky is a couple of years older than me, slightly taller and looks built like someone who takes care with what he eats and regularly goes to the gym. He’s a good looking guy who for the 6 months I’ve been with his sister; I haven’t seen him have a girlfriend. I know he’s not gay because he’s brought home a few girls from time to time and had loud sex in the next room. Jada would just tell me it’s cool and to try and block out the noise. Kind of hard to do when we’re trying to watch a movie.
One day Ricky asks me if I fancy going with him to the gym. It had been a while and I figured it would be a good chance to get to know him a bit better away from Jada. He took me to his regular place down town which was run by the dad of one of his friends. It was a small place with simple machines inside and guys there all looked like regulars. Ricky put me through my paces, working me really hard on all the machines. By the end of it I was wearing nothing but my shorts and dripping with sweat, so were all the other guys which made me think I must be doing something right. After a couple of hours we headed for the showers, I thought we would shower at home but he said it would be easier this way.
When I entered the changing rooms, I noticed the shower space was big and open. A dozen shower heads circling round. There were a couple of guys already showering and a couple more getting undressed. Me and Ricky started to strip off and I began getting more nervous about showering with all these men but I didn’t want to seem uncool about everything so I kept casual and kept taking off my sweaty clothes. The second 2 guys entered the showers and I couldn’t help but notice how well endowed all of them were. I tried to look elsewhere but I couldn’t help admiring their chiselled abs, defined biceps and long black cocks. I looked away thinking of something else to say to Ricky but he had just slipped off his boxers and his dick was just there, swinging in front of me. Long, thick and hot. I looked away again thinking why am I checking out all these dicks. Is it because they’re so big? Or because I’m not used to being in a room with this many naked men?
I grabbed a towel and shower gel and headed into the showers. I found a space between Ricky and a guy who looked like he could be a basketball player. His height and muscles would give him all he needs. I began to relax once the water started flowing and I had my back to everyone else. I grabbed the shower gel and began washing my body rubbing my chest and arms and worked down to my stomach. I didn’t want my cock to look too small compared to these guys so I took my time cleaning it. Stroking it slowly, trying to get it half hard and look impressive. I didn’t want to have all 7 inches rock hard, that would be hard to explain but I wanted to look like I could hang with the best, so to speak. I washed my legs and began rinsing the soap off my body. When I wiped the water from my eyes I was shocked. The guy next to me was stroking his dick, not washing it but plainly stroking it. From the base to the tip, back and forth, over and over. I looked around and no one seemed to take any notice which made me think that maybe they all accepted whatever the others wanted to do in there. If someone wants to jerk it, then let them do it. I now had a new problem, my dick was reacting to seeing him stroke. My dick was growing, longer and harder and there was no way to stop it. I couldn’t just walk out they’d all see my hard on swinging blatantly in front of me. I put my back to everyone and made it look like I was still washing. 5 guys fortunately left and I thought I could make a run for it but as I turned round the guy was still stroking, now faster. His right hand was pumping hard and fast while his left hand worked his balls. Ricky left the shower and I followed, my cock still stiff but I couldn’t stay next to him like I was. I grabbed my towel and quickly covered up. I started to dry myself but all the while still watching this guy jerk off in the showers. He was getting close; he caught me looking and still didn’t stop. He groaned, pumped hard and short and shot his load over the floor. I couldn’t believe what I’d seen. I got dressed and left with Ricky wondering if that was something that happed every time. I’d have to go back again.
We got home and the house was empty. Ricky grabbed me a beer and asked if I fancied watching a film. Honestly all I could think about doing was a having a wank over some interracial porn maybe but I said sure and we went to his room. I sat on his bed and he slipped in a DVD, I never asked what we were watching, I figured he’d pick out some comedy. He didn’t, a logo came across his 50” TV. ‘As Nasty As She Wants To Be’.
I looked at Ricky and he simply asked, “This ok? I saw you watching Terry jerk off in the showers; I could tell you were getting off on it.”
I kept quiet as the porno got going. A hot black babe was on her knees wearing only a tiny pair of panties while she took a big black dick to the back of her throat. My cock was rock hard and I was dying to get it out. Ricky took out his; I only caught it from the corner of my eyes as I didn’t want him to see me looking again. I pulled out mine and started stroking too. The pre cum oozing out, I could of cum so quickly but I held it back. I continued to stroke it faster and faster, occasionally catching Ricky working his to a similar pace. The woman was now on her knees getting fucked doggy style moaning louder and louder. Ricky was now starting to moan louder too so I followed suit and let out groans which I had been holding back.
He then stepped off the bed and walked round to me, I thought he was gonna cum but he didn’t. He looked at me and asked me to do him a favour. I asked him what and he told me suck his cock. I flatly said no although in my mind I had pictured it, not that I’d let him know that. He then got crafty and told me if I didn’t suck him he’d tell his sister what I was like in the shower. It was blackmail but in all honesty I didn’t need that much convincing. I took him in my hand, so thick and hard I was jealous. I stroked him back and forth listening to him moan. I pulled back the foreskin and revealed his dripping wet head. I took him in my mouth, tasting him pre cum and sucking hard. He began talking dirty to me, telling how horny he was and that he was close to cumming. I cupped his balls and took him further in my mouth, still only managing to fit half of him inside. I sucked hard as I pulled him out and swirled my tongue around the head and stroking him faster and faster. He was about to blow so I put him back in my mouth and he cried out in ecstasy. Grabbing my head and pumping shot after shot in my mouth. I took it all, not swallowing but holding it in my mouth. After a few seconds he withdrew and let out a loud “FUCK YES….that was so good!”
My cock was still rock hard and at boiling point. I dribbled him cum onto my dick and started using it as added lube as I pumped it nice and hard. Ricky got on his knees and took over, stroking my cock back and forth. I told him to watch out as I was gonna blow! He surprised me by taking my cock in his mouth! Still covered in his own cum, he didn’t care, I exploded in his mouth! Shot after shot of my hot thick load down his throat and he swallowed the lot!
I collapsed back on his bed while he sat next to me. I told him I didn’t realise he was bi. He said he didn’t realise I was until he saw me in the shower. He reassured me that he wouldn’t say anything to Jada as long as I’d keep quiet about him too. I agreed, knowing this could be the start of something hot.
A couple of weeks later, Jada was going away for the weekend for a hen night. I asked her mum, Jay, if I could stay over as I was having work done at home. She said yes and at first I thought that maybe Ricky and I could get another chance to watch another porno together.
But what happen that weekend I was not expecting…

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She’s all grown up

It was a week before my daughter Karen’s birthday. My boyfriend and I were snuggled up under a blanket on the couch. We were playing around with each other under the blanket. I had his cock in my hand and he was fingering me very nicely. We were both enjoying the time alone together when Karen decided to come home early from visiting with a friend. She came in and sat down in the recliner that was facing the couch. It had to have been obvious to her what my boyfriend and I had been doing as my face was beet red.
Karen asks, “So, what ya two been doing?” We told her we were just relaxing and enjoying each others company. With a big grin on her face she says, “Yeah, I bet you’re really enjoying what you have in your hand huh mom.” I was stunned. “Karen! I can’t believe you said that!” She pops off with, “I’m not stupid mom, I’ve sat on a couch or two with my boyfriend with our hands under the blankets.” Then I was floored by what she said next. “How about you Nick? Does it feel pretty good where your hand is at?” When she said that, Nick squeezed my hard clit between two fingers and I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered. “Well I can see by moms reaction that your hand feels pretty good where it’s at.”
Karen and I have always been pretty open with each other and have always been able to talk with each other about personal things. Sometimes very personal things but what she asked me next was THE most personal she had ever been with me. She said, “Since we are on the subject of sex, can I ask you a question?” Nick and I looked at each other then back at her and I said, “I guess so.” Both of us still had our hands where they were when she walked in. “Mom, have you ever had sex with another woman?” Oh My God! I was mortified. This was my daughter asking me this, and to top it off, she was asking this of me with my boyfriend right there with his hand in my pants!
I looked at Nick and my jaw must have hit the floor because when she asked her question, his cock instantly got twice as hard.
“Answer the question Linda.” He said to me. I looked at Karen with my face three shades of red and said, “No, I have never had sex with another woman.” Whew! Was I ever glad that was over. I just wanted to die. “Have you ever thought about having sex with another woman?” She asked. Shit! She wasn’t letting this go! I asked her if we could talk about this sometime when Nick wasn’t around. “Why? I’m sure Nick would like to know also. Wouldn’t you Nick?” Nick was all for it. His cock was harder than I had ever felt it before and it was spewing precum all over my hand. His answer to her was, “Yes, yes indeed, I would like to know.” I said, “Ok, since it’s so important to the both of you…. Yes I have thought about having sex with another woman before. Big deal, now you know. Now, can we put this conversation to rest?” I had never been so shocked, stunned, or embarassed in my life. The fear I felt was right on the money, this conversation was by no means over.
“Have you ever fantasized about having sex with another woman?” She asked me. “Please Karen! Can we PLEASE talk about this some other time?” With that, Nick says, “Why? Have you got something to hide?” I squeezed his throbbing cock so hard that he let out a little yelp. He wasn’t helping matters any and I was about to break his dick in half because he found her line of questioning so amusing! “No I don’t have anything to hide. I think you already knew the answer to that one Nick!” His fingers were in the proof. My pussy was getting so wet that I’m sure Karen could hear the noises comming from it as Nick pistoned his fingers in and out of me. My breathing was becomming quite heavy and it was obvious to the both of them that I was very near orgasm but, I couldn’t make myself ask Nick to stop what he was doing and I had a feeling that Karen wasn’t going to stop with her questioning. “Answer the question Mom.” She said. “Ok, ok. Yes, I have fantasized about it a couple of times!” With that Nick shot his hot cum all over everything under the blanket. All over himself, me, our clothes, and the blanket. At the same instant he came I let lose with an orgasm of my own that left us both drenched in my juices. I am a squirter. When I cum, I squirt a stream. There was no hiding from Karen what had just happened. She just sat there with a smile on her face and said, “I’m glad I could play a part in making you have an orgasm.”
Nick and I sat there for a couple of minutes catching our breath and Karen was nice enough to ask if we needed a towel. “Yes. Will you go get one for us please?” I said. When she left the room I looked into Nick’s eyes and told him, “Oh my God, that was amazing!” He said that it was for him too. “Why is she asking me these questions about sex with other women?” I asked him. “I haven’t got a clue. Why dont you ask her?” Was his reply. I knew I had to ask her but, I was afraid of what the answer might be. I then pulled my cum covered hand out from under the blanket and was licking it off when Karen came back into the room. I couldn’t believe it. Not only did she witness us have simultaneous orgasms, now she caught me licking Nicks cum off of my hand!
“Wow Mom, thats hot! Now you’re getting me excited.” I don’t know where it came from or what made me do it but, I raised my hand up to her and asked, “Do you want some?”
I think it shocked the hell out of all of us that I did that but, to my amazement, she grabbed my wrist and licked the rest of Nick’s cum off of my hand! “Mmmmm, tasty!” She said. I agreed with her and said, “I get all I want of the yummy stuff!” She then handed me the towel and sat back down.
“So tell me Karen, Why all the questions about me and sex with women?” The little smart ass answers me with, “Can we talk about this some other time Mom?” The little bitch! “Fuck no we can’t talk about it some other time. I answered your questions. Now you can answer mine!” Nick was getting a kick out of this as he was sitting there next to me chuckling. “Ok.” She said. “lately I have been thinking about what it would be like to have sex with another woman.” I asked her why and what brought on the thought. “Because my boyfriend constantly wants to eat my pussy and although I enjoy it immensely, I have been wondering why he wants to do it so often. Is it that much fun and so incredibly enjoyable for him that he just can’t seem to get enough?” I looked at Nick and said, “Well is it? You like to eat me a lot and sometimes you almost beg for me to let you put your face between my legs.” His face turned redder than a stop light on a dark night. It was his turn to be embarassed and I loved it. “Well,” He said. “I don’t mean anything bad by it but, It’s like I feel closer to you somehow when I go down on you. Like it’s much more intimate, and that the feelings that I have for you are magnified when I’m eating you. I also feel that your orgasm means more for me when I give you one that way rather than the ones you have when we have intercourse.” I just looked at him, smiled and asked, “Really? I feel the same way when I go down on you and make you have an orgasm.” Hearing all that, Karen says to us, “That settles it, I want to have sex with a woman!” Karen and I sat there looking at each other for what seemed a lifetime. Her next question gave me an instant mind boggling orgasm.
“Mom, Will you have sex with me?”

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loving sister

Would you like to shag your sister?
I spent twelve years in the Navy, and sailed around the world a few times. One of the only times I never fucked a girl the first night in port, was when I was ashore one time with one of my best shipmates. We had a twenty-four hour pass, in a port in Spain. Having booked into a hotel, we went out on the beer. After several hours and quite merry, we returned to our room by ourselves. Sitting on the beds, we drank the beer we had carried back and talked. It was getting late in the night, and we started to regret not looking for some street girls. The talk got around to sex; it was then he made a confessed about himself and his sister.
“If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it just between the two of us?” He asked. “Of course you have my ward of honour, my lips are sealed.” I said not knowing what was to come. Satisfied I was a good friend and was going to keep my word, he started to tell me his deepest secret.
“Before we left for this cruse, I had a weeks leave. I wanted to surprises them, so I did not tell my parents I was coming home. My dad works as a postman, and is finished by three in the afternoon. Mum is a nurse, and works eight to five.”
“I got home just after four in the afternoon, and let myself in with my key. As I put my bag down, I heard some funny noises coming from upstairs. I crept up the stairs, to see what it was. As I got to the landing, I saw my sister’s door was open. Quietly tiptoeing to the door, I peeked in to see in the mirror, my father fucking my younger sister. They were both naked on her bed, and he was really pumping his cock into her. She had her legs wide open, and was telling him to shag her faster.”
“I didn’t know what to do, so I slipped downstairs, picked up my bag and left the house. Not having a plan, I walked around to the hospital to meet mum. We walked back home together, getting home fifteen minutes after five. As we entered the house, dad was in the kitchen getting tea ready. Janet my sister was sitting in an armchair, reading one of her schoolbooks. When she saw me she jumped into my arms, and kissed me happily.”
“The next day was Saturday, with both my parents working; Janet and I were alone in the house. Janet was wearing a short pleated skirt, and as she moved around the house, it would flare up to show me the tops of her legs. I was watching her bottom wiggling, and thinking about the day before seeing her and dad. When she stopped in front of me, and asked me why I was looking at her like that.”
“I sat her on my lap, and told her I had seen her and dad shagging. She just asked me was I going to tell mum, about it. I said I wasn’t going to tell, but dad shouldn’t be forcing her to have sex with him. She looked at me smiling, and then said she loved having sex with him. He wasn’t making her do it, when he comes home from work she makes him sexy by letting him see her naked. Then she sits on his lap, and plays with him to get his cock hard.”
“He had been shagging her for almost a year, she said. One night when their mother had worked a night shift, there had been a bad storm. The thunder and lighting, had frightened her. She had gone into her parent’s room, and without thinking got into bed with him.”
“He didn’t have anything on, and she was only wearing a short night dress. She curled up with her back against his naked body, as if she was sitting on his lap. He put his arms around her, cuddling her tight to him. He had put his hand up her nightdress, and as he rubbed her tummy, she could feel his cock getting harder.”
“She reached back to feel it, and as she held it in her hand he told her to play with it. He put his hand between her legs, to play with her fanny. Moving his other hand up, he played with her small tits. After he had fingered her cunt, and made her wet and sexy. He slipped his cock between her legs rubbing it against her pussy, and then he said he wanted to put his cock into her cunt and fuck her.”
“He has been shagging her, and doing other things to her whenever their left on their own. They have even shagged in her room, when mum has been watching her soaps down stairs. She doesn’t want him to stop shagging her, she likes it to much. She just loves sucking his cock, as she likes him licking her pussy. She said if I wanted to take her upstairs, she would let me shag her.”
“Well I took her to my room and stripped her naked, she sucked my cock as I licked her pussy. After I had played with her cunt, I kept her in my room until I had shagged her twice. Then made her suck my cock clean each time, the dirty cow loved every minuet of it. As our parents, went to work early she came into my room naked, before eight every morning. I would eat her fanny then shag my fourteen year old sister, and she would drink my spunk before she went to school.
“Because I was there, my father couldn’t shag her after school. So she would make an excuse, for him to help her with her home work. When they were alone in her room, she would get him to fuck her. Then she would tell me the next morning, when she came into my room for me to shag her.”
“On my last day, ‘that was the Sunday!’ She suggested going to the woods, to pick bluebells for mum. When we got there, she said she wanted me to take my prick out, so she could suck it. As she was sucking me, she took her panties off so I could play with her. When we had got sexed up I made her bend over with her hands against a tree, then lifting her skirt over her back I shagged her from behind.”
He had finished his tail, and looked at me waiting for a comment. What could one say in reply, to such a confession? So I handed him a fresh can of beer, then said.
“My sister is two years older than me, I doubt if she’d let me fuck her.”

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A Surprise From My Love

My fiancé, Charles, was coming to Kentucky to visit me. He lived in Texas, and when I told my parents that he was coming, they told me there was no room for him to stay at our house. He insisted on staying in a hotel suite anyways and after three days of arguing with him about it, I agreed to let him pay that much for on three nights.
“This is hardly necessary you know.” I said, frowning as he carried me on his back down the hall to the suite. “I can walk on my own.”
“Your pretty little feet aren’t touching the ground until we get to the suite.” He smiled. “Then you can walk around to your heart’s content.”
“You act like we’re married or something.”
“We might as well be, I love you enough to go through with it”
I smiled.
“You have such a beautiful smile.”
“How did you know I was smiling?!”
“Your heart skipped a beat and your breathing slowed.” He smiled again.
I laid my head on his shoulder. ”You know me so well.”
He laughed. “More like I know the human body that well.”
I dropped my smile. “You also know how to ruin a good moment.”
He fished the room key out of his pocket, slid it in the door slot, and popped the door open with his foot. The room was huge, with a full kitchen, a bedroom, and bathroom with a huge shower and footed bath tub, and a living room. It almost looked like a house.
He finally put me down and let me explore the room while he went back down to get or bags out of the car. He had failed to grab them when he dragged me out of the car to put me on his back.
The bedroom had a California king sized bed, with four posts that had black silk curtains enclosing the bed, with a red bedspread. There was a door to its immediate right that led to the bathroom and on the opposite side had a single chair and a loveseat, also red. The room was dimly lit and only had two lamps on either side of the bed and both were molded to look like roses.
He walked into the room finally and put his bag down (which had a little more stuff in it than it should have for only three days) and opened mine and started to look through it. “Uhm, what are you doing??” I said, amazed and shocked at his rudeness. He pulled out a pair of my black lace bra and panties and stretched them out to me for me to take. “You look like you need a long hot shower.”
“Well thanks; I feel a whole lot prettier. Besides, I need my pajamas, think you could give me those too?”
“I’ll give them to you while you’re in the shower. I’ll put them on the shelf.”
“But-“
“Just do it. Quit being so stubborn.”
“Fine”, I said, defeated, and huffed off to the bathroom.
I changed my mind when I got there and decided a bath in the bathtub would be much more relaxing. I ran the water, nice and hot, got in, and closed the curtain around me. ‘This feels so good’ I thought to myself. ‘I wonder why he made me take a bath for.’ Twenty minutes later, I heard the door open and then close again, this time from the living room door. I unplugged the stopper in the bathtub and moved the curtain back. I grabbed a towel from the rack and stepped out onto the cold black marble floor and moved closer to the shelf to find a note and a red silk robe waiting for me on the shelf. “This isn’t mine.” I said aloud to myself. I picked up the note and read what it said. “This is for you my love. I’m going to make tonight special for you and me. Put the robe on, open the door, and follow the rose petals. Oh, and look up when you’re walking to the bedroom.”
I smiled and put the silky feeling robe and opened the door. Outside were black and red roses (My favorite color of roses) that were sprawled all over the floor in a little path. I kept looking down following them until I remembered to look up and saw black and red helium filled balloons on the high ceilings. I grabbed the strings as I walked and took them with me. The lights were turned off and was only illuminated by black and red candles (funny how all the colors matched his scheme). I followed, rose petals, balloons and candles, to the bedroom where he was on the balcony, which I hadn’t seen before, looking at the city lights of Louisville. The room was also lit by candle light, and the bed was covered in black and red helium balloons, with playing cards attached to them.
He finally noticed I was in the room and turned to smile at me. I let go of the balloons and walked towards him. “What is all this?” I smiled.
“It’s for you. I wanted to show you how much I loved you. And how much a appreciate you waiting for me, even though we were miles apart. You mean so much to me.” He brushed my hair out of my face. “And I want you to know why I love you and how special you are to me.” He nodded in the direction of the bed. “Why don’t you go read all of those cards?”
He had used a whole deck of cards and tied them all to balloons. “52 reasons why I love you”, the Ace of Spades said.
I read them all with an open mouth. He had our memories, or story, pretty much our whole lives together written on those cards. “Remember when..I love you because..you were so gorgeous when..”
When I moved them all away from the bed and stood up to kiss him, he held my face in his hands. They were soft, and his blue eyes never left mine when he said, “Do you trust me to make love to you?”
I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him gently. “Yes. I trust you”
He kissed me again, only this kiss had so much meaning to it. It was passionate, a kiss I had never felt from him before. I tried to return the passion, and grabbed the sides of his shirt to pull him close to me. He obeyed and moved closer, my body up against his, but still separated my four layers of clothes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his around my waist and kissed each other until his hands began to undo the tied around my waist from the robe. He undid the knot, never letting his lips leave mine and I let the silk robe fall to the floor. He ran his hands down my back and stopped at my tiny dimples and pulled me even closer. I began to work at his button up shirt, slowly undoing each button, one at a time until it was completely undone and my hands were moving freely against his bare chest.
He picked me up and put me on the bed, still passionately kissing me, and he began to explore my body lightly with his fingers. I ran my fingers through is curly hair and began to moan softly when he began to kiss me from my tits down to my belly button and back up again. He came back up to kiss me, and I sat up to remove his shorts. As soon as I removed his boxers, his dick fell out, presenting itself to me. I began to stroke it slowly while he worked at removing my bra to feel my tits. I lightly ran my tongue ring across the head of his dick and he let his head fall back in pleasure. Finally, I used my tongue on the head and began to take it all in my mouth. He put his fingers in my hair and moaned a little. I worked my head back and forth, making sure to move my tongue freely around as I went. Every once in a while I stopped at the tip to rub my tongue ring around it and then took it all back in.
He pulled my head back by my hair and bent to kiss me. Then, he pulled my legs up, forcing my upper body back down on the bed, and removed my panties. He kissed the inside of my thighs before licking me all the way down to my pussy. He worked is tongue around my clit, and I moaned loudly. He began to put is tongue in my tight wet hole and then licked back up to my clit, where he enthusiastically began to suck and lick. I grabbed the comforter on the bed and squirmed around from the amazing sensation he was giving me.
Then he kissed me from the bottom of my belly up to my lips and I tasted myself on his. It was sweet, and I turned myself on from it. He scooted me back further on the bed, back on the pillows and began kissing me again and gently sucking on my nipples. He stopped and looked at me with a smile on his face. “I love you so much. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” “Yes honey. I’m ready for anything.” I reassured him and gently kissed his lips.
He began to kiss me passionately again and position his dick at the entrance of my pussy. I got wet all over again, my pussy begging him to enter me. He slowly pushed in, my pussy pulling him in further and further until he couldn’t anymore and he held it there. It was then that I became fully aware of him; I smelled his skin, felt the love and passion that he put into it, and I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes as intently as he was looking into mine. I smiled and said “Go.”
He began to move in and out of me slowly and I moaned softly. Gradually, he pumped faster, my tits moving to his rhythm. I began to moan louder, but my eyes never left his. The feeling was indescribable and I moaned as loud as my lungs would allow and he kept pushing in and out of me with a perfect kind of speed. I couldn’t hold his stare anymore and closed my eyes in pleasure. My hands ran up and down is back and every once in a while, I dug my nails in and bit his neck from the amazing sensation and sweet lust.
He slowed down and turned me over so that I was on my knees. I grabbed the headboard of the bed as he grabbed my hair and placed one and at my waist. He entered my pussy from behind and began riding my ass. It felt amazing begin pumped and fucked from such a position and my moans got louder. His balls smacked my pussy from the velocity and it felt even more pleasurable. “Bite me baby” I yelled. “Please bite me and pull my hair!” He leaned up to my shoulder, still pumping with an excellent speed and bit my shoulder. He pulled my hair, which pulled me back onto his amazing dick.
Next thing I knew, I was riding him, slowly, so that we cold every ounce of pleasure we could. He massaged my ass and tits as I rode him. I bent over so that I could kiss him, but before I could begin to ride him again, he grabbed my waist and began pumping his dick into me. My bounces met his thrust and I moaned loudly. I threw my hair back and let him fuck into me.
Finally, he put me back into missionary position where he pumped me in and out with the same kind of speed as before. “I’m cumming baby.” I was too so I thrust my hips up to meet his and he moaned lightly. His lips met mine and he began to pump faster and faster. I felt my climax begin and tried to hold on as I felt his dick become harder inside of me and I became tighter. Finally, he pumped in last time into me and we both moaned and rode out our climax. I felt his cum warm inside me, and smiled at the beautiful sensation it gave me.
He fell into bed beside me and stretched his arm out for me to lie on. I did and kissed him sweetly. “I love you.”
“I love you too”

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Greek Goddess – Aria

It is embarrassing to admit that, at the age of 53, I have never successfully had anal sex (not for the want of trying). But Aria finally ticked that box. And what a beautiful box she had.