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my uncle my initiator-part 1

Today I m going to tell u the first-ever my introduction to the wonderful world of sex.It was the day when I had just celebrated my 16th birthday.I was a student of class 11.My father was a railway guard and often out of town,on duty.I had 2 elder sisters already married.Husband of father’s sister Sabir arrived as me and mother were preparing to go to bed.He lived in a nearby village and often came to town and stayed with us.He usually stayed in the lonely room on the upper storey of the house.He went straight up. saying,”I dont need anything to eat,just want to take bath and go to sleep.”Mother was feeling sleepy.She asked,”I think there is no towel and toilet soap in the bathroom.Take them at once to ur uncle.Hurry up,girl,”and fell asleep. When I reached the room and seeing no sign of uncle anywhere,I called for him loudly.I heard his voice from the bath room.I knocked at the door and told him to take the soap and towel from me.Instead I heard his voice,”I have taken off my clothes and started bathing.The door is not locked,come inside my dear .Dont be afraid,I’ll cover myself behind the door,do come in.”With some hesitation,I opened the door and went straight to the far corner of the bathroom and placing both soap and towel at the edge of the bathtub,atonce retreived my steps.All the time my eyes were fixed at the floor for fear of any shameful situation.But I had to halt my steps atonce when I bumped into my naked uncle who was standing infront of the open door of the bathroom. “Please give me room to go,”I somehow gathered courage and said in a meek voice.”Look,what ur presence has done to me,”he said, pressing my shoulders to sit infront of him.What my eyes encountered were the healthiest,long thick and stout member of my dear uncle.I tried to show some resistance to get away but his hold was very strong. “I m a widower of 4 yrs. never experienced such instant and strong erection in whole 45 yrs. of my life which u r seeing now.Hearing ur lovely voice in the lonliness of the night done miracle for me.Go ahead,take it in ur hands and pinch and squeeze it ,I assure u it wont bite,”saying this,he took my hands and placed them on his phallus.Placing its shaft along my palms,he wrapped my fingers around it,then squeezing in my wrist,he started up and down motions along its length.It was wonderful to feel its elasticity and flexibility between my hands.Now without any shame,my eyes were devouring the long at least 9 inch long cock of my uncle.My hands were masterbating his cock without any help from his hands.I was feeling very strange,very new kind of lovely sensations through out my young virgin body. A drop of pre cum was clearly visible on the opening of the bulbous head.Taking hold of my head,he pressed it towards his manhood and now it was touching my lips.Its pressure against my lips was building up and with natural instinct I knew what part should I play.I opened my mouth and almost half of its length instantly entered my mouth.The effect was immediate.”Oh,lovely…..beautiful,wonderful”,muttered uncle Sabir.I started sucking and lapping it with my tounge as if it was a lolly-pop, feeling my first-ever salty taste of mans precum.Uncle started in and out motions of its cock in my mouth enhacing my pleasure more and more.Suddenly he pushed so hard that I fell on the floor.His cock was out of my mouth.I steadied myself and stood up with the help of uncle who was pleading.”I m sorry,very very sorry,my love.I should have been careful.U r so little,so beautiful.Moreover it is not the proper and comfortable place for such a heatable and surely ur first-ever love-making excursion.Let me carry u to the bedroom.”I was just like a baby against his strong wide hairy chest.He was a well-built village-grown 6 feet tall man,whereas I was just 5 feet tall,slim and smart city girl.But I do had bulging hips and though little but attractive round breasts. He placed me on the double bed very carefully and then started to take off my clothes saying,”when two people try to make love,the clothes are the most unwanted things.These clothes are hiding from me the beautiful parts of ur lovely body.which I m very fond of exploring before we make love.”Who was I to disagree with him but suddenly I remember something.I stopped his full of pure sexual lust-trembling fingers with my hand,who were trying to untie my waist band of shalwar(trouser).”Let me go downstairs to see if mother fell in deep sleep.U wait here,I will come in a moment my Janoo uncle.I want my first sex adventure without any disturbance from any quarter.”Placing my lips on his lips,I gave him a deep long kiss and left the room. What and how happened next,u have to wait for some days.

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Who Took My Cherry? – Pt5

This finally chaper was wrote almost 4 years ago with the rest of the series, but never posted. Life made finishing the final chaper abit difficult. But finally here it is…

Fiction

The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Natural Born Slut

From the age of thirteen, Laura loves boys and sex. She realizes that she’s a natural born slut and decides to go for it.

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The Magic Show

Rachel, a homicide detective, has just had a very bad day and has retreated to her friend’s house to get away from her city life. Rachel did not plan to stay long so she did not bring clothes. She’s dressing in whatever wardrobe is at the house, which contains a large selection of very sexy outfits. Rachel is taken through a door to another time and place to see a magic show with real magic where women are used for entertainment.

Sex Joke

BLACK PANTIES

Karen lost her husband almost four years ago and still hasn’t gotten out of her mourning stage. Her daughter is constantly calling her and urging her to get back into the world. Finally, Karen says she’d go out, but didn’t know anyone.
Her daughter immediately replies: “Mom! I have someone for you to meet. Well, it was an immediate hit. They took to one another and after dating for six weeks, he asks her to join him for a weekend in the Catskills. Their first night there, she undresses as he does. There she stood nude except for a pair of black lacy panties, he in his birthday suit.
Looking at her he asks: “Why the black panties?”
She replies: “My breasts you can fondle, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning.”
He knows he’s not getting lucky that night.
The following night the same scenario.
She’s standing there with the black panties on, and he is in his birthday suit … except that he is wearing a black condom.
She looks at him and asks: “What’s with this …. a black condom?”
He replies: “I want to offer my deepest condolences.”

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All the Power: Tetenia’s Highest Purpose

I’ve posted this story in smaller chunks on the forum. My post there includes a bit of background info on the setting and some of the more unrealistic aspects (of which there are many). Tagged ‘dark fantasy’ because there is a strong D/s vibe and some extreme sex; the setting overall is not supposed to be particularly dark.

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An Anal Awakening

This is a story about a young teen constantly being dominated by his younger sister. One night, he decides to take action.

Fiction

Raven

Hey everyone its my first story so constructive criticizem is welcomed. If you want a part two just ask.

Fiction

Reflections – Joanne, a dream

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— Room 431— [REM]
Phil is a master at BBQ’ and we all loved his annual feast; every August he and Margi indulged us.
This time round there were some extras. A few big wigs were in town; potential customers. A BIG-BIG deal was in the works… so these potential clients were brought to Phil’s BBQ…, a definite feather in Phil’ cap.
The meal was the usual, delicious. The booze flowed as usual… NO shortage of piss-tanks working for Brwoen-Grund Engineering and Development.
The number two man in Development is Joanne’ husband Lester. He is to be bumped up the ladder and take lead if this deal goes thru… Apparently it’s close. I was talked to but nothing more…
I guess I can take solace in being considered though. Truth be known I am happy for Lester, for one I have been thinking of leaving Brwoen-Grund… BUT, I digress.
There were three guys here from ‘B-F-H’ Corp. All of whom attended Phil’ BBQ…and all unaccompanied middle aged men.
It must have been about 11PM when things turned…from my perspective. By this time of night about half the people had gone home…the drunks stayed on.
There were people on the deck enjoying this beautiful summer night. The rest, six of us including me were inside… Margi was in the kitchen, which left Joanne with me and the other four-men in the living room… Margi returned to the living room. I was about to leave but she asked me to stay;
“There is going to be something special happening and you will like it”.
“What”? I asked… she just winked and left for more drinks.
I looked about; Lester was there, shit faced to be sure. One of the three special guests was there. I knew the other two had gone back to their hotel… Business they said. Phil, Margi and myself… Joanne was sitting in a chair quiet.
My mouth dropped when Jo got up, moved in front of this Big Wig from ‘B-F-H’ and undid his zipper. Dropping to her knees she pulled out his cock and began sucking on it.
I turned and walked out of the living room. This was Phil and Margi’s place and I couldn’t believe they would let this happen in their home. I joined the crowd gathered outside…There must have been 15 or 16 people on the deck.
I threw-back-a- fuckin-beer…, chug a lugged the hole fucking thing.
I was fuckin mad…I liked Joanne…always wanted to fuck Lester’s wife. That’s the kind of guy I am.
Lester’ wife is lovely woman and I had a thing for her.
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Joanne…I usually call her Jo;
Jo is in her early forty’s; she’ maybe 5’4”…somewhat heavy set, not unpleasant to look at…her legs are heavy with corresponding hips and ass. She wears her dark brown hair short, combed back on the sides.
Jo has ‘B’ tits for sure. I saw one of her bra’s one time when we were at their home, and being me I checked it out. BUT; other than some leg, nothing from Jo; she’s a conservative dresser and always acts the lady.
Her blue grey eyes are kind…even loving, if eyes can be described that way.
Other than her personality the thing, or should I say things I liked best about Jo are her ass and her front. Her pubic bone and stomach muscle protrude in such a way that any tight clothing she wears shows her dominate pubic bulge. I’ve only seen Jo in slacks once, and wow, does she have a nice box.
If that was all, fine, I would have left it at that. BUT Jo is a very beautiful human being and that intrigues me… I want to feel my cock in her…I want to make her cum…I want to dirty Jo. [I have a slutty rep and it’s well deserved]
So I had a thing for another man’s wife, who doesn’t. I had built this up in my mind though and when I saw Jo on her knees in front of this pot bellied fucker I got upset. My fantasy was broken. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Eventually I got into a conversation with some of the people outside.
I guess it might have been a half hour or so when Margi came by asking me to come inside. By now almost everyone had left.
The aftermath;
Lester had to be poured into bed. Phil was in the process of closing up. That left a handful of people including Margi, Jo and myself. Jo wasn’t much better off that her husband Lester.
A hell of fucking way to get a contract I thought, I was pissed at Lester, and everyone else who had anything to do with my dream being smashed.
I heard Margi and turned;
“Bob, I need help with Joanne … I am going to put her in the bedroom downstairs…She deserves the best”.
Tis true. The downstairs bedroom was the best in-the house, the newest anyway. I’d spent a couple of nights in that room sleeping one off myself.
Phil had renovated a few years back. His basement Reno-was my first contract job in construction, helping old Phil as I called him. We hit if off pretty good and have been friends ever since.
I loved contracting and that is why I am considering leaving Brwoen-Grund.
Phil’s about 10 years older than his wife, Margi… Jeez, that is nothing considering both Margi and Jo are more than 20 years older than I. But I love fucking woman. It’s the quality of the woman that gives her – her worth, not her age, in my opinion.
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Joanne and my history;
About two years back I was feeling pretty good and acting the pig at the same time. As the night wore on I got horny, Jo was the object of my lust. I more or less ask her if I could fuck her. She slapped my face, and deservedly so…
She came to me about a half hour later and apologizes for hitting me, that’s the kind of woman she is… Ever since that apology I have had an intense desire to fuck her, orally, vaginally and anally…I even thought of raping her. She is something in my view.
I treated her with a hell of allot more respect after that but I was seducing her every time I had a chance. A contradiction, maybe; but I want her.
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Now, here I am helping her drunken soul to a room downstairs in the basement. Just me and a drunken woman… doh! Every fuckin man takes some advantage of that scenario.
“Can you handle her Bob”, Margi ask me.
“I think so”, I said.
“I’ll be down to check-on ya in a bit, gotta help Phil first”. Margi says, with a wink. “Oh Bob, leave some for me… I’ll be bringing my strap-on”.
With that she turned and left to help her husband.
I was stunned, and did not know whether she was serious, giving me a warning or the go ahead to fuck her long time friend. I didn’t know if any of the afore mentioned were true; I knew my dream or fantasy of getting to know more about Jo was going to happen in about five minutes.
Jo handled herself quite well for a woman that was in-the-bag. Better than I’d thought she would, or had hoped. But then again women usually do don’t they.
I lent her my hand whilst she traversed the stairs. After that she was more or less on her own. I followed at close quarters in case she fell.
Jo was wearing open toe-d heels, strap-less. I thought for sure she would take a tumble. NOPE. I can’t walk in those fuckin things sober; she did it pissed to the gills. ‘Chicks, they got some shit going’.
She made her way to the bedroom unceremoniously and entered, with me right behind her. I got a hard-on just watching her walk. She turned to shut the door and I walked right into the bedroom. Turning I closed the door.
Jo looked at me through her drunken haze and said something… I assumed NO. Had she said anything at all before tonight I would have left.
It was different now, and the tilt of her head told me she knew it. I had more of a right to fuck her after she given head to that pot bellied fucker than before when her reputation was flawless.
She stood there in that bedroom presenting her case and doing a damn fine job of it. Her slurring had miraculously disappeared. I stood there teetering on leaving when I decided that I would never have better chance.
I took one, two steps towards her. She’d taken a step back by the time I had my hands on hers; pulling her to me. She pushed back but I was not letting her go. She was drunk so her struggling wasn’t what it should have been.
I held her close to me hugging Jo for the first time; she was not one to give out hugs to people. Or maybe it was just me because I’d asked for a fuck. Whatever the case she felt very comfortable in my arms, a good fit. I let out a sigh, a moan…It just happened.
She looked at me without struggling;
“Why do you like me so much Bob”?
“Your a good woman Jo, sexy, loving…kind of hot…I love your ass”.
“But I am so much older than you Bobby”.
“A fine wine Jo…, tastes better with age”.
I had been holding her thru this conversation and getting quite used to it. She seemed resigned to being in my arms.
“Maybe vinegar Bob”…, A pause from Jo; then came a smile; “Gin tonight anyway”
With the hand I had on her upper back I moved the wide strap of her dress off her right shoulder, baring her from shoulder to neck. My mouth kissed her shoulder and lower neck before she had time to push the strap back-in-place.
She’ an older woman but her skin looked delicious and my lips danced across her as they tasted Jo’s body for the first time.
“Don’t Bobby, please”.
I spun Jo around; my right hand taking hold of her throat. My arm crossed her chest, mostly going between her tits, and holding her tight to me. Her wide soft ass pressing into me… God it felt good.
“You destroyed my fantasy tonight Jo”. I said, still bitter.
“I’m sorry”, she said…Offering no further explanation.
“I want compensation for my broken dreams”. I said being flippant. “The least you can do is let me feel you tits”.
“Don’t Bobby, please don’t”, she said.
My left arm slipped about her waist so my left hand could grab he right hip bone. Pulling her ass tight to me I pressured her throat forcing Jo up on her toes…lifting her ass higher. I ground my hard cock into that ass of hers, both of us fully dressed.
Jo never did a thing; Jo never said a thing. I rubbed my hard cock against her ass for half a minute, more or less.
—-the softness and the feeling of my cock rubbing in her crack…those cheeks felt fuckin fantastic.
“UGGH… Fuck you’re so hot I wanna rape you”. [Booze talking mostly]
Her hands grabbed my arm crossing her chest, pulling at it trying to free her throat. I humped her for a few seconds more then let her down. She gasped for air, but never said a thing.
My left hand moved the strap off her left shoulder; trying the same maneuver on that shoulder. Jo was too quick for me this time and had her dress strap back-up before I could kiss her.
Her right hand was trapped by my hug. But her left hand was free to interfere with my seduction of her.
Making room, I took Jo’ left arm forcing it behind her back. I placed her hand on my crotch, pressing it against my erection. I heard a sound come from her mouth, and it didn’t start out with, “Bob don’t”…
Jo’ fingers squeeze my erection.
I waited a few seconds as she felt my cock before slipping her dress strap off her shoulder again. This time there was no interference.
— Her dress had a semi -‘V’ style neckline so the dress sagged without the strap holding it in place.
Looking down I saw the upper swell of her breast. Her skin looked perfect from this angle. I liked what I saw… allot, mmmm!
— Forbidden fruit!
I heard a slight giggle and wondered if Jo was giggling over the feel of my cock or my delight at the sight of her breast. In either case I slipped a finger under her bra strap and moved it off her shoulder. Jo flinched at this move but nothing more…down the strap went. I pulled at it slightly moving the cup away from her breast.
—- AND there stood her nipple, erect and light brown in color, with a shadow of pink were it connected to her areola.
—- I looked at her nipple, studying it, loving its beauty. I was about to move my hand to it when Jo turned around. She spoke not at word but the expression on her face said it load and clear;
‘Undo your zipper for me please’?
—- I undid my zipper and watched her drop to her knees…taking my cock in her hand she toyed with it for a while, she played with it…staring at it as she did so.
—- I watched my cock disappear into her mouth…she sampled the tip…then more…
—-I watched her take the entire length of it into her mouth…working it in deep and out…licking the tip…the sides…touching my balls…
She got more and more excited…her head moving faster, her passion increasing.
Jo loves my young cock…her head bobbing…twisting…moving about…sucking my cock in every possible way she can in her loving mouth.
She pulls back and looks up at me… Her eyes filled with lust;
“Don’t go yet bobby, I don’t want to stop…God you taste good”.
I don’t know how I managed but I held on for a bit longer.
—- She could tell I was struggling. Jo looked at me with those beautiful lust filled eyes; my cock buried deep in that warm wet opening below her nose. She nodded and closed her eyes, sucking harder…caving her cheeks.
She moaned when I started to fill her mouth; lips sealing any gaps keeping all the white creamy liquid in.
My head tipped back… I fuckin spas-‘d … shaking all over…my thrusts were short jabs inside her mouth…her beautiful warm wet mouth. I held JO’s head tight …jerking as each shot of cum found her waiting mouth.
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… Room 431…
—- Bob awoke to the sound of the phone. Looking at phone the thru sleepy eyes Bob noticed the buttons labeled in French.
Ah…, Bouton-poussoir;
“Mr. Smythe, this is your morning wakeup call”, a recorded voice said.
Lying in bed he thought of how things change. As a younger man he never needed wake-up calls.
Bob knew he should get up and shower, 10AM was not that far off and he had important business matters to attend to this day.
—- Resting his head Bob thought about the dream he’d had, and was rudely awakened from by the phone…
JOANNE! The dream seemed so real.
One night they had, and yet he never ever forgot that bj…or her box for that matter.
His cock had never received such passionate attention before or since that night, and Bob had had allot of bj’s over the years.
AND Jo’ box…remembering how much he enjoyed eating her. Bob knew he’d made a big deal about Joanne and that added to the thrill. What a night it was to have a dream come true.
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Bob Smythe looked in the mirror at his reflection…, straightening his tie. Reflecting upon a time in his youth when few things made an impact on him. Bob had become a bit cold-hearted by the time he was 20 …, but that night with Jo was one that did impact him.
Bob smiled; she had slipped away in the night. For years Bob had thought it was so she wouldn’t be caught by her husband.
Bob maintained contact with Phi, Margi, Lester and Jo over the years. Even as his staggering wealth grew Bob never forgot his friends, any of them. It must have been over a decade later when Jo explained her motive for sneaking away in the night; highly flattering to himself it was.
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Bob finished checking out and walked over to the front entry of the hotel. He stood patiently waiting for his limo.
Joanne, he thought. His mind going back to a particular visit he’d had with her.
—- They’d been coffee-ing for over an hour. Bob an Jo had allot to catch up; it had been awhile since their last visit.
—- “Bobby, remember our special night “? Jo said.
—-“Yes Jo, of course I do”.
—-“Did you ever wonder why I snuck out on you during the night”?
—-“I presumed so you wouldn’t get caught by Lester”.
—-“Well that was a side benefit I suppose. No Bob the real reason was you”.
He remembered how she dragged it-out taking time to sip her coffee. She had fun with Bob Smythe that day he mused; that wicked smile gave that away.
She continued;
“I was a middle-age woman in love with a beautiful young man…, whose cock I’d just sucked, and loved sucking more than anything else I had done”.
She paused again, sipping her coffee…, and then smiled before continuing;
“NO Bobby”, she said…”I had been in love with you for a long time and I knew that if I stayed with you all night, as I wanted to do so desperately…in the morning all you would’ve had to do was ask me to go with you and I would have”.
She paused again but now there was a tear in her eyes;
“I never wanted anything so badly in my life Bob. And I suppose I was equally afraid you would not ask me to run away with you”.
Jo whipped her eyes;
—“That is why I left during the night. It took every ounce of strength I had Bob to leave that bed. I cried all the way upstairs’… It broke my heart to go Bobby”.
Another pause;
“There was many a night I lay awake in bed wishing you would have woken and pulled me back into that BED; so many times Bobby”.
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Bob stepped into the Limo and gave the driver instructions. AS the vehicle moved along the though-fare he thought about Joanne again;
—- After her revelation Bob recalled his reply;
“It’s been ten years Jo; I’m a different man now. [Pause]
In answering your un-asked question Jo…, you mean allot to me. Knowing how I felt about you at that time, when I was 20”.
[My turn to pause, not to tease her but to choose my words]
“Had I known how you felt about me Jo, I would have run off with you. Hell, I probably would have kidnapped you”.
Jo sat in her chair with tears in her eyes.
Jo was in her mid-fifties at the time of the visit. She had gained weight, not allot. Lester was past his fucking years so Jo was left alone sexually. [This I picked up from our conversation]
After some teasing I walked to her side of the table and dropped my drawers’. Her reaction was priceless; and so was the sucking. Ten years after and she could give good head.
Jo’ enthusiasm for sucking cocks is unmatched in my experience. I stood watching this woman whom meant so much to me work my cock with her mouth.
AS she tired I took her hand and hauled her off to bed. She was too embarrassed to have her top taken off, weight issues. BUT Jo’s pussy was exactly the same marvel it had been years earlier. I just had to fuck it.
After the excitement of penetration and her shyness…we slow fucked. This was only the second time in her life she was with a man other that her husband; even though it was the same man.
I encouraged her to go slow and get everything she could out of it. I intended to do the same. Our bodies worked together, moving to extract the most we could from one another.
I know she enjoyed herself. She told me afterward that it was the best sex she’d had since our last time together. I felt pretty good inside.
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Bob thought; Jo’ pussy was pretty-much the same as any other pussy’ he’d fucked over the years. The difference is that it was Jo’… in this way and this way only Bob could touch Jo most intimately. The way only her husband could, and no other man. He loved bringing her to a peak…feeling her body thrust beneath him…her gasps…her moans… and her OMG’s…but mostly HER loss of control.
AND yes, her pussy. Jo [Joanne] just felt like the perfect fuck. The way Jo moved her ass…such a strong need in her when they’d fucked.
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Bob smiled as he thought about Jo’ pussy. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d be fucking some woman and compared her pussy to Joanne’s.
THE limo stopped. Bob looked out and saw a middle aged woman walking. He liked the way she walked. Some women have that intriguing sway to their gait, most do not. He watched her as she walked and had a strong urge to fuck her.
‘With my money I could easily corrupt her Bob said to himself’.
He was feeling very evil today…all this Joanne stuff had opened a gate for a demon long caged in a dark recess of his mind.
Bob was just about to instruct the driver to turn so he could go on foot and approach that woman when his Blackberry chimed. ‘
Answering; “Hello Sally…, long time honey”.
“Too long I think. I’ll be there in 4 hours Bob”.
“I don’t need you for the meeting to Sally”.
“I know, it’s you I’m coming to see Bob. I’m in the mood for a spanking Robert”.
Bob laughed;
“I didn’t know you were into that Sally; kind of a daddy thing is it”?
“NO! More of a mother thing Bob… See you in four”…
Bob looked at his hand held device…, she’d disconnected; wtf…how the hell did she know. Her intuitiveness is uncanny to say the least he thought; downright frightening at times.
Bob spoke aloud without thinking;
‘Jesus, she must have a direct line to a higher up’.
Bob laughed quietly to himself; I will have to tell her that, she’ll get a charge out of it…
Sally… Bob though…it’s been months since I’ve seen her. Now there is a woman with an incomparable body; and her ass…my God Bob thought. She’ sheer perfection from head to toe. God I miss that woman.

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Fantasy

mother in law… finally making a move…

finally nailed the mother in law….
Well, contrary to some of the advice I got here on XNXX, and in coherence with some too, I finally threw it to my hot MIL.
And it was as hot as I could ever expect.
I’d been getting signals, or what I interpreted as signals, for quite some time. Flirtatious signals. Comments.
Then I started commenting back. Flirting back. Rubbing her back and shoulders. Making comments about her being sexy. Making comments about me liking to fuck.
My wife confessed to her that we had been in a dry spell. Well, the factors causing it mitigated themselves (thanks to medication and the end of a 28 day cycle), and my wife said, “I’m gonna ask my mom to keep so we can fuck tonight”.
“She’ll die!” I said.
“Nah. My old man would, but she won’t.” she replied.
When I got home from work, the MIL was at our house. I thought, ‘well, I’ll get some of the same ole stuff I’ve got for the last 5 years’. We chatted, and I hinted around to see if she was taking the kid with her. The wife was in the laundry gathering clothes.
“Why?” she asked, with a wry smile.
“Well, I need to know who I’m fucking tonight. Her if goes with you, or you if you don’t feel like
babysitting”.
Her face got as red as her hair for a second, and the wife stepped back in to the room with a basket. She’s got bright red hair – everywhere – and a freckled, ruddy complexion. I have a panty fetish and have found my share of her pubes.
“Mom’s got to work tonight” my wife informed me. Damn. No drunk all-over-the-house eat-69-suck-and-fuck for us.
“Well, I gotta run. Maybe I can get off tomorrow night” she said. I winked at her and she left.
My MIL and her old man aren’t very tight. Wife has told me of 3-4 affairs that each has had since she was old enough to know what an affair was. No doubt there’s been a lot more. Plus, the FIL has a real stable of winners for brothers and sisters. Booze and pills all the time; drives the MIL nuts.
We did our usual afternoon routine – TV, dinner, more TV.
Then the phone vibrated. It vibrates on text messages. We have a server at work that emails my phone trouble codes.
“cum see me. Ken’s at Dudley’s playing poker.”. You know who those names are, don’t you? 😉
WTF?!?!?
I cursed a server for crashing, and the wife said, “oh… no…”. Third time this month I’d been called in. Being salaried, I don’t get overtime.
I was literally trembling as I left our house. The inlaws lived near my work, so no suspicions there as I left out, heading to “work”.
When I pulled up, all the lights in the front of the house were off. I sat for a minute and gathered my thoughts.
Then I went to the front door. It was open; only the screen door was shut. I let myself in.
There she stood across the living room, in the black outfit I’d jacked off in so many times before. It was a low cut teddy with a snap crotch. She’d just showered.
Without saying anything, she walked over and shut the door, and turned and grabbed my cock thru my pants. She let go and grabbed my belt, snatching me through the house.
She dragged me to the bedroom, and still without saying a word, shoved me back onto the bed, face up. Like a pro she had my belt and pants down and my briefs around my knees. She climbed up onto me and unsnapped the crotch in her teddy.
“Wait a minute…” I finally protested.
She paused and said, “Why?”
“Cause I’m gonna eat that fine pussy…” I growled.
I grabbed her thigh and flipped her off of me, causing her to exclaim “Oh!!!” like she’d seen a mouse. Before she could move I buried my face in her 50 year old twat. It was covered in groomed, bright red hair. Her labia were long and pink, and it had that wonderful peppery smell that I’d smelled in her panties and that teddy before. That smell that I’d came to, like musk and sweat and sex. After two or three strokes of my tongue she got her hips situated and started grinding into me a little. Her labia parted and her clit swelled up as big as the end of little finger. I licked and sucked her juices into me, and after what seemed like only a few seconds she squeezed my head and pulled my hair and screamed as the orgasm shot thru her. I felt a rush of cunt juice as I kicked my pants and briefs and shoes off while buried up in her muff. Then I climbed on top of her on the bed.
It was my turn to get shocked as she slid out away from me and impaled her face onto my cock while I was still on my knees. She twisted and threw me down onto my back and straddled me like I just had done her.
Now, my wife doesn’t swallow; and really don’t like for me to cum in her mouth, so I’ve trained myself to hold my cum in and not get off on head. But this was different. She sucked all my massive 5 1/2 inches in – and relished it. She wanted me. Lusted for me. She grunted and sucked and licked and rubbed my cock on her face… she jacked my cock with one hand while she sucked my head and rubbed my ass with her other hand. Then she started rubbing my stomach and looking at me. She inhaled my cock and stuck her tongue out as far as she could down my balls. The sight of her green eyes, damp red hair, and 34C tits sagging in that teddy put me over the edge.
“I’m gonna…” I said, as I shot 2 weeks worth of backed up cum into her mouth.
She clamped her lips and tongue around and just behind the head of my cock. I felt 7 or 8 goooood shots go straight into her mouth, as she moaned and swirled her tongue around me. My cum gets thick and yellow after 2-3 days, if I go that long, so I could only imagine the massivle load she was getting. After I was done she pulled her lips tight over my head, keeping every drop in her mouth.
She jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Damn, like mother like daugher…
When she got back, she was stark naked. I then realized how fine she really was, especially for a 50 year old. She had perfect firm breasts, with faint pink areolas almost as big as a beer can. The bras of hers that I’d came in (yea I got a bra fetish too) indicated they were 34Cs; and I’d seen her spilling out of them a time or two. Guess they don’t make a 34 “C and a half”. Her nipples were about the size or a little bigger than a pencil eraser, and as she climbed on top of me I admired how her nips and areolas sat on the top half of her breast. No saggy headlights pointing to the knees here; hers were pert and turned up like bananas. Her breasts were freckled all over – and being freckled means they’ve been in the sun. I knew she was sexual, but damn…..
She eased her hot slit down onto my still hard cock and rammed me home in one thrust. She was tight and as she worked my cock it felt as if her cunt was sucking it. I latched onto one of her tits and sucked her areola until it bunched up and became like a strawberry As I sucked her tit she moaned; so I grabbed it and sucked the other one. She ground on me furiously as I pulled a vacuum on her nipple, and then she shuddered and froze as another wave of twat juice spilled out onto me, while she came for half a minute.
I let her fall off of me onto her back. I wasn’t into kissing her and being intimate at this point, so after a brief
rest I rolled her over and pulled her to the side of the bed on her hands and knees. Standing up, I had full access to that twat with the fire red hair. I speared my cock all the way into her with one thrust, and she came on the 2nd or third. Since I was in control, I fucked her hard for a couple of minutes. I could feel my balls slapping her clit with every stroke; I grabbed her hips and grunted and shoved my way into her like and animal. She screamed when she could and pulled her hair as waves of pleasure shot through her. I refused to let up. When my time came I buried my cock in her to the hilt and shot whatever cum I had left as deep as I could. When my hardon slumped, I slipped out and pushed her face down onto the bed.
The whole thing lasted 15 minutes or so. Being it was a rather awkward moment, I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. When I returned, I said, “Whew….”
“whew….” she said, and stood up, walking into the bathroom.
When she came out in her sweats, I said, “THAT was awesome. You are awesome.”
“yeah, you too.”
She handed me my clothes, and I slipped them on. She didn’t say a word as I said goodbye and she walked me through the house.
I’m kind of hoping I get called in to work soon….

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