I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!
It had been a hot day. Even now in the evening the temperature had dropped only a little.
A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as Yvonne and Rob prepared for bed.
Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
Rob looked at his wife, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of Yvonne’s small, white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that she’d only loosely tied the front of the nightie together.
His eye roamed down to the tiny panties that his wife wore, then down her so sexy legs.
His cock swelled and swung out before him.
He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. He thrilled at the thought that anyone looking from outside, would be able to see his lovely, sexy wife as she moved about the room.
A notion came to his mind, and giving Yvonne a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that they go outside for a while.
Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.
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In part 4, our sex addicted teenage step siblings, Brad Wilson and his lover slash stepsister Alyssa Dean continue their erotic sexual adventures. This half of our story is filled with one on one sex. But the final scene may, or may not surprise you. Alyssa has a sexual encounter with someone closely related to Brad.
The next year I found a note at the grave site that said “we will be here when you are ready”.
For the next three years nothing changed, I would go home in the summer and spend a lot of nights laying between their graves and meet John every fall and spend the winters down south.
The next year I found a note that told me that my parents had passed away. It didn’t say how but it didn’t need too.
That fall I was waiting at the normal spot that I would meet John at but after waiting for over two weeks I left and went to the trading post. After giving my furs to the trader he asked if I had heard about John, shaking my head no he told me that they heard that he was found in his camp. It seemed he had die in his sleep and they just found out last night.
That was the night that The General told his story.
After that I lost track of time or maybe I just didn’t want to know.
Every summer I got home there was always a note and the girl was always there along with the older lady. As the years passed the girl was growing and the other lady seemed to slow down.
One summer I that I was home there were a lot of helicopters flying around one day and the next day. I had to move from one of my normal trapping spots three valleys over because there were a lot of people there. I was hunting in the valley on the other side of home when I saw a girl waving as a helicopter flew over head. I knew that they could not see her as she was in the trees.
After the helicopter had passed I could hear her crying. I stood up from my hunting blind and started walking to the girl. When she saw me I don’t know if she was more scared of me or the fact that she was lost.
Now I had not cut my hair or beard in a long time and I didn’t wear normal clothes, what I wore I make from the animals that I killed. I was told I looked like the guys from a movie about mountain men. Now I had not really talked to anyone since I left those many years ago and even less since John had passed away.
The girl was wearing what I knew was Girl Scout clothes that was easy to see. Before she could run I told her I only wanted to help her find her way home.
I had stopped walking to her and she just looked at me. I told her that there was a town just over the ridge and if she followed me I would show her.
I turned and slowly started walking home. At first I didn’t hear her move and I was wondering if I was going to have to go into town to tell someone where she was but after a little bit I could hear her following me.
After I topped the ridge and started down the girl started to move faster, I turn and when I did she almost fell down trying to stop. I told her not to run as she might fall or run over the many drop-off that are hidden up here. After that I started back down the hill.
Once I got to appoint that there was a well used trail I stopped and moved to the side. I told her if she followed the path it would take her to the town and help but I warned her again not to run.
As I moved off to the side and back up the hill she started down. I followed her most of the way but stayed hidden so as not to scare her.
That night there was a note thanking me for helping to bring the girl home and again telling me that when I was ready to come home they will be there.
I left shortly after that because people started coming up into the area, mostly police and guys with guns.
The next summer I was just coming back from fishing when I heard a noise. Now living in the woods this long I could tell what noise belong to what animal and where and how far away it was. I knew that this was a person and I was almost to the top of the ridge when I heard it. As I looked over the ridge I saw a girl standing looking around.
When she said I know you’re here somewhere I just want to thank you for helping me last year and to tell you something someone asked to pass along if I ever saw you again. When you’re ready come home.
I watch as she went back down the hill towards the town. I did not see her again all summer and no one else came up. I spent the rest of the summer at home and most nights laying between Amy and Emily trying to remember them.
That winter was a hard one the cold hit even down where I normally went so I think I was a little late getting back home because when I got there, there were two notes. The first one was the same that has been left every year and the second one asking if everything was ok.
The next Sunday I saw what looked like two ladies going to the graves and then one of them kneeled down then stood up fast and waved.
It was about halfway through summer when I came over the ridge and saw a girl sitting on a log. She surprised me because I had not heard her.
I must have made a noise because she turned before I could move and slip away. She stood and said “I knew you were back”. I looked at her and she looked familiar. She giggled and said “you don’t remember, two years ago I got lost and you helped me home”.
I just nodded yes and she said “last year I came up here one time to thank you but didn’t know if you heard but I couldn’t come back because my mom found out and grounded me”.
I think it was the first time that I laughed in many years. She said “oh you think it is funny that I come up here to thank you and get in trouble”. I shook my head no and sat down right where I was.
She looked at me and said “I know you can talk because you did before. Why don’t you now”.
I looked at her and asked her what her name was, she smiled and said “Paula what’s yours”. It actually took a second to remember and I told her Charles. She laughed and asked “what did you forget your own name”. When I lowered my head she said she was sorry.
She then asked me how long had I been living in the mountains, I told her I didn’t know and that I didn’t even know what year it was.
She didn’t tell me what year it was but she did talk about when she got lost. She was out hiking with the Girl Scouts when she went looking for something that her aunt has always said was up here. Then she got lost and only being 13, almost 14 and alone in the woods for the first time she was scared. Then she giggled and said I had scared her even more at first but then she remembered something and them it was ok.
Now I never asked a question the whole time she was talking, one because I haven’t talked to anyone in a few years and second seeing her there just smiling and not scared like before just made me feel good.
When she stood up and said she needed to get back to town before she gets in trouble again. I stood up and told her that I was glad she was safe.
She smiled and said “I’ll try to get back up next week but if I didn’t see you again thanks for being there for me”.
After Paula left there was something that keep bugging me about her but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
She did make it back up the mountain one more time just before fall started and we again talked. Well she talked and I mostly listen. But before she left I told her I was going to be leaving soon because of the weather so she should not come back up the mountain. She asked if I was planning to come back again next year. I told her yes I would be coming back every summer as long as I could.
After I said that she had a small frown but I didn’t say anything.
After saying my goodbyes to Amy and Emily I left for the winter three days later.
I had only been home for three days and it was Monday, but I only knew this because I watch as two ladies walked to the graves and one of them waved the day before. When I walked over the ridge to check the grave yard I saw Paula sitting in the same spot that I did last year. I did not even recognize her till she spoke. Now if my memory was correct she was she was 13 almost 14 and that would make her 16 almost 17.
I again sat down where I was and listen to her talk about last year, school, and her friends. Finely she looked at me and said “Tell me what you did all winter long.”
I sat there looking at her for a bit, the last person I said more than yes to was her and that was last year. So I figured I would start there and after I said that she stood up and slowly walked over to where I was and sat down in front of me and said “I really want to know what you did”.
So I told her everything but going to the grave yard and saying goodbye to Amy and Emily. When I was done she smiled and said that wasn’t so bad was it.
I laughed and said no. I also saw it would soon be getting dark. I told her this and she said yes and that she needed to be getting home.
Two days later I was just looking at the grave yard in the morning when I saw Paula coming up the path that I had led her down three years ago and as I watched her something just felt so familiar. It was like I had watched her walk a hundred times before.
I moved to where I was the other day and sat down to wait, as she was walking up the path she saw me and said good I don’t have to wait haft a day for you to show up.
I looked at her as she sat down in front of me she said that she had waited Monday for over five hours for me to show up.
We talked all day, mostly she did but she asked me a lot of question and I answered them.
Over the rest of the summer I saw Paula every Monday and Thursday. Some days we would talk and others I would show her around the mountains. She would even bring up a picnic basket once a week and would leave me the leftovers. Mostly bread and jams. When school started up she could only come up on Saturdays.
Fall was coming and the weather was getting colder and I told her I was going to have to leave soon, she asked if I was sure and I told her yes. She asked if I could wait till after next Saturday because she had a dance Friday and she wanted to tell me all about it. Now I knew that she didn’t have a father at home and I felt sad for her.
I had already stayed a week longer then I should have but I didn’t tell her this. So I told her that I would.
That next week I got everything ready to leave on Sunday.
Paula was there early Saturday morning and she told me all about the dance. I knew that she didn’t have a boyfriend to take her because she told me that the person she liked didn’t know it.
She stayed all day, we eat the lunch that she brought and she made me take the two jars of jams that she brought. When I could tell that it was getting time for her to be heading home I told her so.
As she was getting up she said “I hope you come back next year”. I told her me to. That night I said my goodbye to Amy and Emily.
I almost didn’t make it over one of the passes because leaving late and the snow came early. When I made it to the trading post The General said he was wondering if I had tried to stay up north or got stuck in the snow. One thing I have learned about The General was he really did care about most of us.
When I looked at him and said it was close, the snow in the pass was already deep. He had a shocked look then laughed and said “that was the most I have ever heard you say at one time”. Then he yelled round of drinks on him.
Winter seemed extra long this year and before heading to the pass I stopped to sell the furs that I had and pick up some supplies. The General came over and he said I see you’re back to your old self. I just nodded.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said it was nice knowing you and walked away. Now I had heard him say this to a few people and they never showed back up. Most of them were found a few years later in one of their camps or I should say what was left of them, others were never heard from again.
Now I heard some of the old guys talking about a late snow coming and they were staying a few extra days but I wasn’t. The weather was already getting to hot for me so I headed out.
I had just made it over the pass when the snow started but I made it so I started my way north.
When I got home it was almost dark so I put my gear down and made my way to the grave yard. Again there were two notes the first was the same as always but the second. It said “I can’t wait for you to come home so I can see you. Paula”.
Now it had been a long day with me pushing to get home. As I got back to my gear I held the two notes thinking about the one Paula had left and I just didn’t understand it.
It was real late before I was in bed and fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of the church bells and quickly ran over to see a lady running to the graves and an older lady following. Before the older lady even got to the grave I saw the one that had ran to the grave start waving. But this time she didn’t turn around like before waving to the hills all around the church, she was waving in my direction only. As I watched I saw her hug the older lady then run to the parking area.
I watch the older lady go to the graves and sit down. Even with the weak scope I had I could tell she was talking to Amy’s grave.
She sat there a long time and I all most missed the first sounds of someone come up the trail. I got up and moved so I could see both the grave yard and the trail the best I could.
It was easy to see the white coming up the path and I knew it was Paula. She must have been the person at the graves and I’m sure the other was Amy’s mom.
It took me a minute or two to move to the spot I would sit at last year. I was sitting there about five minutes before I saw the white dress through the woods but when I saw her I thought that I was seeing a ghost. It looked like Amy running through the woods.
I was so in shock when I heard Paula yell “I knew you would be back”. The problem was it was coming from someone that looked like Amy.
She sat right in front of me and took my hands but I guess it was then she saw my face or what you could see of it. She took my hands and kissed them just like Amy use to do. She started to tell me how worried she was because two days after I had left they got a heavy snow and she knew that I only stayed that extra week because she had asked me too.
After she said this it was the first time that I saw her take a breath. She asked me if I was ok and I shook my head no.
I asked “Amy” and she shook her head no then said “Paula”. We just sat there looking at each other for a bit with her holding my hands.
Finely she said let’s take a walk. As she got up she let go of one of my hands and helped me up. As she started to walk up to the ridge she still held my hand. We walked for most of the day not saying much.
I wasn’t paying much attention as to where we were going or where we were at because I just let her led me where she wanted to go. I just watched her smiling the whole time.
When she stopped and turned around facing me she said this is where you found me. I looked around and saw that we were in the valley that I found her in and when I looked back to her she leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.
What I saw in her eyes I had not seen in many years but I knew what it was. Love, but before I could say anything she spun around giggling and pulled me up to the ridge.
When we got to the top she told me that she only had one more week of school then we can spend the summer together.
We didn’t say another word till we got to the main trail leading back down to the town. When she turned and looked at me and I could see she was a little worried when she asked if I was going to be here next Saturday.
When I nodded yes, the smile that she had all day returned and for the first time all day she let go of my hand and started down the trail.
As I sat down at my camp I realized I had not eaten all day. So as I started to fix something to eat I started to think everything over.
I was sure that the girl that I have watch all these years putting flower on Amy’s and Emily’s graves was Paula. She must be one of her cousin’s daughter. Did she really look like Amy or has it really been that long that I forgot what Amy looked like and was just hoping it was her.
No I was not hoping it was Amy, I was glad that it was Paula, I had missed her all last winter, our walks and talks that we had. But the kiss and the look that she had confused me. It took a bit to remember how old she was. She was 17 if I was correct and would be turning 18 June 5th.
Then I wonder if it was really love that I saw or was it the fact that she knew I stayed late last year and she was worried that I might not have made it to the south. Add that to the fact that we were standing in almost the same spot that I found her four years ago.
That had to be it, I had seen myself at the trading post right before I left. What beautiful young girl would be in love with someone that looked like me? Plus I had to be almost forty or more. I must be more like a father to her as I know she has never had one. Then there is the way I live that has to be exciding to some people and I know she loves the woods with as many walks we took in them last year.
After eating and cleaning up I waited till it got dark and made my way down to the grave yard. For the first time I talked to them. I told them how much I missed them and hoped that they were ok. I told them what I had been doing, about Trapper John, The General and about Paula. I didn’t hear or see anyone till I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was Amy’s mom. She slowly sat down next to me and just held my hand. She sat there with me a long time.
Finely she said I miss them too. With that she stood up and before she turned she said “when you’re ready we will be here” then walked out of the grave yard.
I don’t know if it was her or someone else but I could feel someone watching me as I laid down between their graves. I didn’t hear who it was leave but I felt them leave after awhile.
It took me all week to get my camp setup because of all the things that happen. I almost didn’t remember it was Saturday when I woke up and when I did I started to clean everything up.
I didn’t know why but I cleaned everything and some things twice. I even made a broom to sweep off the rock that I camped on.
I was so busy that I didn’t even hear Paula come up and walk into my camp. I had just finished sweeping when she asked if I was expecting someone special.
I turned around and there stood Paula in a dress that made her look even more beautiful. She had her hair done up and even had a little makeup on. In one hand she had a picnic basket and in the other she was holding a pair of white sandals. The sandals went with the dress she had on, a lot better than the tennis shoes she was wearing.
She walked over to me and handed me the basket and then took my other hand. She started to led me out of the camp saying I know that you worked hard at cleaning up but last Sunday you took me for a walk so today I’m taking you for one.
Now I said I know what I look like and what I wear. I would not fit in with anywhere she would take me with what she was wearing.
I haven’t had a hair cut since before the accident and only got my beard cut twice a year and that’s only a trim. I’m not dirty, I wash every day but I smell like a fire all the time. Then there is the fact that the only town I have step foot in was here and I only did that at night.
I guess I had stopped while I was thinking because when I looked around we hadn’t even made it out of the camp yet.
Paula was looking at me with a smile and asked if I trusted her. I could say she was the only one that I did. I shook my head yes and she started to led me down towards the town. As we got to the last turn off on the path that you could take before getting to town she took this and pulled me along.
I knew that this path would take us to the small lake at the end of town but what I didn’t know there was a branch off of that would take us to the far end and there was a small clearing just back from the lake.
Once we got there she turn and said see our own little picnic spot. Now you could still see the lake through the trees and hear kids in the park at the other end of the lake but we were alone.
She took the basket from me and pulled out a blanket and spread it out then slipped off her tennis shoes and sat down on the blanket and patted next to her as she laid back. I took off my moccasins and sat down next to her.
She told me to lay down as she pulled me next to her. As I laid down she said she wanted to tell me something. So I rolled to my side to look at her as she did the same.
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Samantha has her first sexual experience with an upperclassman from across the hall.
Dianne loved to fuck and older men were her favorite partners
Lauren has to get back to college but her mom Grace decides to drive Red back down 95 to Virginia.
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Well for the opener, I am an 18 year old graduated student named Steven. I am pretty well build for what activities I favor. I am about 6′ 5″ with short brown hair. i have never been a huge fan of English Language Arts, but in my junior year of high school that changed.
I remember my first day very well, stepping into that classrom only to see the most beautiful teacher or person for that matter. She was about 5′ 6″ and with straightened long brown hair with a touch of blonde. She also was very athletically built it seemed like. Having a nice skin tone and nice legs. Also I’d guess she was around the age of 25.
Moving along to her more “interesting” attributes. She had very small tits, I would say around B, but very perky and a nice tight ass. She often wore tight pants and stretched, revealing her under garnments.
I would walk into that classroom and find myself just feeling very stimulated. My first thoughts when I realized she was a “hot teacher” were wondering what she looked like under that clothing she wore that turned me on almost instantly.
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A couple weeks pass after I had first seen her, during the beginning weeks. I had grown to eager to just see how she might act outside the classroom or even inside it, just building my anticipation to “fufill my fantasy”. She had caught me a couple times trying to take a peak of her butt, but never did acknowledge me for it. Just a simple smirk had crossed her face when it happened, and it was more than once.
I think she must have seen where I was coming from when I looked at her. She would wear low-cut shirts and often lean over the desk, giving me a clear shot of her titties and her tiny nipples.
Again, as weeks pass as she give me the slight glimpse of her breasts, her wardrobe had changed. Wearing short shirts and sexy thong panties. I knew this because she would give me a type of seductive look and inch her skirt up a few just before she sat down then parting her legs. From where I had been assigned a seat, It was perfect for seeing what she was hiding under the thin layer of material.
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I had been just day-dreaming constantly about fucking her hard, but from what I had thought it was just a typical fantasy. Since I had english last period of the day, I would ask if she was available after-school for “extra help”. I didn’t see how she would think I needed extra help being an A student, but it was voluntary so she must not have thought anything of it. After all, I think she had a clear understand that I thought she was sexy and I always day dreamed and was checking her out. Not that it was a bad thing, anything to make her feel sexy even more.
I would stay after school every once in a while, but I kept getting more and more into her. She was my teacher, but she was sexy as hell and letting herself show it off. Her name by the way was Miss. Liev.
I started to develop an obsession with wanting to be around her, inhaling her aroma. When I stayed after school every single day, she had been even more laid back, acted more sexy and kept giving me these looks that just made me go absolutely insane.
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On a friday, I stayed after for the last time. I figured that she is just my teacher and it would be left at that. When I went into her classroom to get “help” on a report she had assigned, I had figured it would be the same old 60 minutes.
I walked in and said ” Hey Miss. Liev, I was wondering if you could help me with that report you assigned last week?”
“Of course I will, Steven.” She said.
So we start to go over the essay and she reads over a part that says “Physical Action”. She looks up at me and said “Do you like physical action?”. I hesitated, all of that time I had spent day dreaming in class. Was my dream finally coming true?
“What do you mean, physical action?” I said, lost for words.
By this time, my cock was rock hard, not sure if she saw it or not I tried to adjust myself so she did not. It was a little late, she had already seen it. “Oh my, I must turn you on, don’t I?”
“Yes, you do turn me on” I also said in a hesitative state.
“I do see you looking at me during class, Steven. You are a very handsome young man” She paused.
“Oh, I didn’t know that you saw m..” She stopped me, and locked lips. I could not believe what was happening. My teacher knows I check her out, and now she is wrestling with my tounge. I felt a sudden urge come over me. I went with the flow, and took advantage of kissing her.
It had been a couple minutes before she had withdrawn from the kiss, but she stood up, walked over to the blinds and pulled them down. She locked the door and put a long sheet of paper over the little window. I imagine so no one could see what was going on.
As she started to walk back, I adjusted my body, so I could get ready for any other move she might have within her. She was wearing a very small jean jacket and a skin tight type of spandex shirt under it. She quickly threw her jacket off on her walk back to where I was sitting on a couch in the back of the classroom.
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She sat back down next to me on the couch, then grabbed my report and tossed it to the table sitting aside us. I still had that bulge in my pants, and it was not going anywhere fast. She turned to see how I had moved and she could now see I had an erection. I could see she was seizing the moment and started to rub my cock through my pants. “You have such a big cock” she said. I thought I was average, 7.5 Inches. She is a teacher afterall, she went to college I figured she knows what she is doing so again I went with the flow.
She started to unzip my pants, and I stood up to take them off. Then she got off the couch and pulled my boxers down fairly quickly. I was still shocked, but was also very grateful. She started to rub my penis slow then at a fast pace. As soon as I know it, she put my head in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down.
I let out a slight groan, she looked up at me. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She said. I did not say anything, but nodded my head.
After she was going at my cock for about 10 minutes. I stopped her. “My turn” I said. She gladly let me have my way. Although she was still fully clothed, I was so anxious to just rip her clothes right off but I went slow. Who knows if I would ever get the chance to do this again. I pulled off her tight shirt and unlatched the hooks of her bra.
I had seen her breasts before, but not bare in front of me. I was in awe, they were so beautiful. I went after them. I started to lick the tip of her nipples as I slowly sucked them into my mouth. She started to let out a very light moan.
Then I start to unbutton her pants. I slowly pulled them down, savoring the moment. She was wearing a maroon G-String, that also matched her bra which had little sexy frills on them.
“God, you are so damn sexy Miss.Liev.” I said
“Ohh, Steven please. Call me Natalie.” She responded in a light voice.
That was the first time I had known her first name. I paused, and looked at her. It did not last long maybe 2-3 seconds. I had this beautiful woman in front of me just barely naked. I wanted every second I could get.
I pulled her panties off, and tossed them. She closed her legs, to tease me. I looked down and she was clean shaven, just what I liked. I parted her legs wide and took my chance. I started to lick her pussy, caressing it up and down. I found her clit, started to lap it as she bucked like a wild animal.
Letting out moans that got to me quicker than I had ever though. She tasted so good, better than I had ever imagined.
I was rock hard by now, I held back my urge to just start fucking her. I inserted one finger inside her warm, very slick pussy. I thought to myself, “How am I ever going to get my penis in there?!”
I was driving her nuts by now. She was moving all over the place, but I managed to grab her hips and keep her still for a little bit.
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“I want you to fuck my pussy, right now!” She said with a demanding tone.
I did as she said, but not right away. I took my penis and started to play with her clit. Trying to tease her a little bit more before I did what I was waiting for since I first saw her.
“Ahhh, It’s sooo gooood” she had managed to say, still wiggling like a earthworm.
I was starting to grow a little bored of playing with her clit with my cock, so I went down a little and put the head of my cock on her pussy. I lightly pressed it in. She let out a huge moan. I was wondering If it was hurting her. So I slowed a little more.
I looked down after a second or two of slowing penetrating her pussy, and to my suprise I saw a little bit of blood. At this point, she was going mad. I had realized I popped her cherry. “The pain will be gone in a second” I said. “Myyyyy goddd, It hurts so badddd” replied Natalie, trying to spin her body around and get my cock out.
A few more seconds pass and she started to calm down. So I went a little bit faster and gradually increase my pace. “Steven, your cock is filling me up” she said. I only had a couple inches of my cock inside of her. I even thought I had entered more of it in her pussy. IT was so tight and warm. I also felt her muscles contracting, It felt so good. When I got all of it in after a little, I went very fast.
She looked like she was in heaven, because I know I was.
The sound of my balls hitting her asshole and her moaning, I loved it. I did not think about fucking her in the ass. Neither did I think she wanted it. I continued to fuck her as hard as I could until I felt my balls start to swell up and I knew what to expect. So I went a little bit more and pulled out my cock very fast. She rubbed it and started sucking it.
Until I just let myself go, I also saw her flinch a little bit from my wad hitting the back of her throat. She took every last drop, I was still wondering if she was a beginner at everything that had gone on. When she gobbled all of my cum up, I said “Was that your first time doing any of this?”
“Yes it was, and I loved doing it with a sexy stud like you.” She answered.
I could not believe myself. My hot teacher was a virgin this whole time, and I was the lucky one who got to pop her cherry. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.
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I looked over at the clock and It was just about time for me to get home and get cleaned up before anyone suspected anything. Both why I was late and why I might have smelled funky.
We got dressed and I instantly started to give her a huge kiss. It lasted only a few minutes, but it was the thought of doing it with my teacher that kept going through my head over and over again.
I was just about to unlock the door and go out when she called my name. I turned to her to see what she wanted.
“You should stay after more often” She said. Winking and blowing another kiss.
“I sure will” I said.
My dream came true. I just kept it to myself, that I fucked my hot English teacher.
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A true story of hot sex with my wife
We sat on the beach tanning wearing next to nothing when she announced that she should be getting back to her apartment. I thought to my self as we packed up that she was to young to have here own apartment. But her parents were rich people who really didn’t want her so she grew up without them this was her first year along though. She had boarded all the years prior. Her house was not far and i made a mental note as how to get there, I would return there at some point. She invited me up to her apartment but i said i had to pass this time, but before i left i swore that next time i was here i would make sure to look at her bed room first, she giggled as i kissed her good bye. She stood waving as i drove off down the street and took a left. It was about two blocks from the school and obviously we had taken the long way. It was not far from the from the base so i was sure to stop at the local swimming area and buy a towel, one with a logo. Then from there i went straight to the registration area, waved them my badge and they let me in, not of coarse be fore washing my window, ‘damn kiss asses’ is all i could think when i finally move through the gate. I drove this base all the time, it was actually quite large but it was easy to find my house right at the T, right at the fork, right at another fork, the straight and then left, left again. And it was the last house on the street. It had a large yard, and was two stories with an attic to top it off. My room was up the stairs to the left an through the door. My sister, Elizabeth was on the right. She had a bright room, green walls with many different colors going with it. The bed spread was the most colorful being a bright purple which made every thing else almost dull. She was 17 as well and was only a sister through marriage,no blood connected us, but there was a bond just as strong as any other brother and sister. I pulled in my drive way to find my dad leaving in full brass.
“Oh i hopped you would return before i left, I have an emergency meeting at HQ, so I’m going to be out late, were you been?” he asked, this is where i needed the towel for. I pulled it up and said pool. He grunted his approval and left. In his black SUV. Mother was in the door way and sister was in her room, listening to her music, Classical,or new aged song made into classical. I enjoyed them but i liked the pop/punk music more myself. I kissed my mom and left for my room, sister had obviously heard me come in because she met me at the top of the stairs, she hugged me and said something to soft for me to make out.
“What?” i responded and walked the both of us into my room, which was tan colored in general with an American flag hung from my ceiling. I sat her down on the bed and kissed her cheek, before i took off my boots, which was an army officers son thing. She started to cry. I could only guess what had happened because she, as well as i, would not tell our parents that we had partners as they called them. She said what i already knew, and i said that i was sorry for her, i comforted her but in truth i had caught her boyfriend fucking some one else and had threatened him to leave her alone or else he would not have any thing to fuck her with. He had obviously determined that i meant what i said and left her alone. She asked if she could stay in my room for a while and i agreed. I did not want her to have to be alone after what i had caused her to go through. She laid down on my bed and curled into a ball hugging my pillow. I sat there for a minute and stroked her hair. Then i moved to my desk where i had my computer, the Spartan 860 it was truly a gaming computer but i had other uses for it to. First thing on the agenda of Hobby research is my target. Hammy…
“What are you doing bro?” came a voice from over my shoulder, she had pulled up a chair next to me and was looking at the computer screen. I opened one girls profile info, and then another, and then another. I finally responded with, “Research.”
“Research? Well creepo what exactly are you researching?” she asked with crooked smile. I looked at her, we shared everything so that we would have a person to turn to if things went wrong, dad was gone all the time and mother was out with the girls most of the time. I thought about not telling her but she needed to know.
“I have a new hobby.” I said and when she eyed me with the expression of go on i finished, “I’m going to be taking advantage of girls and finding a way to have sex with them. I will not hurt them, I’m going to make sure they know it is a one time thing. So what you think of that?” i asked, what a miserable time to tell her right after she had been dumped by a cheating boyfriend. I had expected retaliation or some sort of upset reaction, but she only replied with a, “hmm”. She took the key board from me and typed in, Lora Gregerson, a 16 year old who went to my school, she had broken up with her boyfriend and had a whisper statues to all males who were 17 that visited her profile. I read it aloud, “need comforting one night at a time. No need to think long term.” the status was only ten minutes old. So i sent her a message saying that i was willing if she was, and that i would be able to meet her on Wednesday. I was finished it was the easiest hobby that i had ever started. Lucky i knew it would get harder. My sister hit the power button on my monitor and moved back to the bed. It was already 20:30. i had a habit of going to sleep at 20:57, it helped me because i would wake up at 4:00 when revelry sounded. Then i would go to the basement to work out. And then drive to the square to watch the flag go up at 5:00 in the summer months and 6:00 in the winter. Because of the light issues they would not raise the flag until it could be seen. That made our base special to me, it was a custom my father imposed at all but two bases he visited. Then from there i would drive home make breakfast for every one. Bacon, two eggs, and toast, holinday sauce on all of it, for father and mother. Sister was different no bacon, egg white omelet with parsley and cottage cheese on the side. Me i had two eggs scrambled until almost finished them firmed into an omelet with shredded cheese and three strips of fresh honey ham and a layer of holiday sauce on top accompanied by one glass of a chock like protein/energizing shake to “start” the day as my mom said when she got the fine brown powder. Then on to school where i do nothing and learn nothing but how well i can write, while still making sure to answer any questions thrown at me. Which happened when no one else got it. But i had to plan for Wednesday where? When? How do i cover it up? Ill figure them out latter
I looked at my sister and then at the clock,she will want to sleep in here again. I always say not this time but this time i will. Dad wont be home, I’m up first every day he would not open my or her door tonight so she can stay this once. I crawled across my bed and hugged sister from behind she sighed and got up. She was about to leave when i said, “This once.” she looked back and almost burst, she had such a smile on her face it was surprising that she did not hurt herself. She jumped on the bed and hugged me hard pushing most of the breath out of me and then let me go. I went under the covers while under i pulled off my clothes, all except for the boxers, i did not want to be rude or anything. I watched my sister for a second. Then she made a turning motion with her fingers i rolled over and closed my eyes for a second then opened them again and looked at my wall, there was a mirror on the wall. It was at the perfect angle where i could see her but she would not see me in it. I couldn’t resist watching her, she slipped her short shorts off first bending over to pick them up. I saw something that surprised me. She was wet, extremely wet, her camel toe showing off through her red panties. She folded the shorts and smiled a little when she turned toward the bed. She must have see the mirror. She pulled off the white shirt that was on her and relieved another surprise. No matching bra to the red panties. Just hard perky nipples shooting straight out from her well rounded breasts which were a size C cup. I had seen one time when i had followed in her room once. She smiled wider. Then looked down at her breasts then her panties, she played with her remaining little bit of clothing for a minute and finally pulled it down an inch giving a good view of her shaved pussy. I felt wrong looking at her and closed my eyes then i opened them again i couldn’t miss this. She had them off now and had bent over this time facing forwards to pick them up and this time blow a kiss at the mirror. I knew that she saw it now. She pulled the covers up and looked and my boxers from behind and went, “Tu-tu-tu” and climbed in. She wanted to play, when wrapped her arms around me and held on tight pushing her breasts into me. I made no movement, she next slowly moved her hand down to my crotch and went down and under the boxers. I had already been aroused but then she touched my cock and held on to it tightly. I turned and faced her.
“You really want to do this? I wont do it often.” i said and pulled her hand up to my chest. She reached out and kissed me. Her tongue going it to my mouth. We kissed for a long time then i reached down and found her clit with my finger and messaged it. Until i pushed in with my cock. I must have surprised her, because she jumped back a little and looked down she must have thought at first i was only going to finger her. I had no intention. I threw the covers off and pulled her on top of me. She kissed me again before lowering her tight ass. She eased onto me, making slow smooth movements squatting up and down so the bed wouldn’t rock and make noise. She started doing it faster and still no noise, she pushed down harder and really started to do it, she was tight, not as tight as Alisa but still tight. And she was good. Moving her finger down she played with her clit breathing hard but other then that making no noise. She had to force down a squeal when she came. Hot juices gushed on my tip but did not come out. She must had made herself hold it in. She then pulled up holding my cock in her hands. She looked up at me and then licked it, slowly, she slowly put it in her mouth and sucked on the tip. She looked up at me and i realized it was her first time giving a blow job. I reached down and put my hand on her head, she went down, taking me all in. I pushed a little and she pushed her own head down swallowing my cock. I took my hand of her head and she came up. She looked at me, “Set a slow rhythm,” i said almost silently, and she did going up and down she started to inter grade a patter with her hand making it feel all the better. She took the other hand and cupped my balls. She gripped and released, it hurt a little but drove me all the more wild. She just gripped me when i finally came, it all went in her mouth but she did not swallow until she opened and showed me then she swallowed and licked me clean.
She crawled up beside me. And we half cuddled and laughed a little then she feel asleep. But i had not yet. It was only 8:50, i was slowly drifting into sleep and fell asleep until 9. which was natural for me. What was not natural for me is to hear, was to wake up to revelry at 4 am and be holding my naked sister in my arms, Fuck i have messed up. Wait she is not my blood sister so not as awkward, but i still loved her like nothing else in the world. I slowly pulled my arm out from under her, she rolled over and nuzzled my pillow. Damn i cant get attached this was too fucked up. It wont happen again. I moved around my bed and picked up her panties, thoughts of last night rushed back to me, i keep moving until I came to the closet, hanging in there was my fancy, I’ll hold on to them until Friday, then I’m going to Alisa’s house. Thinking of that made me smile on the spot. I pulled on my work out cloths and opened the door a crack. Dad had left to prepare for the raising of the flag. So i lifted my sleeping sister and carried her to her room. It smelt nice, not to much perfume. I kissed her softly on the head.
“Wait,” she whispered. She seized my arm and pulled me closer to her. “Tell me, tell me your not sorry about last night. Tell me you wont regret it that one day we might do it again.” she held me tighter.
“I don’t regret, but it will never happen again.” i said and stood straight up she lot go of my arm, and i walk out the door. Down the stairs and worked out, this was how i truly found my self not worrying about life, where it did not matter if i was smart. I sweat like every other person my muscles burned and ached with every stretch like other people, i felt normal. Well after an hour of working out i went up stairs, and entered my shower. My own personal shower every part of it was mine. The shower head was a fancy one made the water turn colors, not just lighting it up but each drop was a color. My razor, old style one blade. I stood on a special shower grate, made of a soft pillow like, water proof plastic it was MY shower, then a hand reached in from behind me, and two breasts followed with them i was beyond surprised when i looked in the mirror and saw…
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This actually is a roleplay my guy and I have been working on for 5 months. We’ve been very devoted to it and I hope you enjoy it. I can’t think of a good description other than ‘it’s off the wall’.
A true encounter of the first times for myself and my girlfriend 🙂
Just so you know–His penis is normal size-Her breasts are B’s-Are are those of Phil and Janet.-They do not do ANAL-None are cruel to another-Birth control is practiced by all.
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My son Don and I always had an easy going and fun relationship. His father died when he was ten leaving us well fixed financially. He had also been a guy who kept things light and open. Don picked this up and also learned that when daddy said NO that it was time to stop.
We adjusted mainly by adopting that same attitude about things and in that vain keeping the mourning light. For example one of us might sneak up behind the other and poke them in the ribs then look innocent and say “Daddy’s Ghost is back”. As time went on Don might also pinch my behind lightly as his father used to do then get all innocent looking.
On Don’s 18th birthday I had a swim party for him and about twenty friends. They left about midnight having been perfect guests and pretty much straightened things up first. Don and I sat on the screened in porch and I got out some wine coolers and we proceeded to get just a little bit high.
About one in the AM after I had locked up and changed into my oversized sleep shirt I came back out to say goodnight. Don apparently was in his room and I stood in the dark looking at the moon reflecting on the lake and feeling quite content.
A moment or two later Don came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening mom.” As he spoke I leaned back into him.
I could feel the outline of his penis which may have been slightly engorged but was not anywhere close to being erect. Don nuzzled my neck and kissed me just below my ear. It was a very pleasant embrace. After another minute as we made ready to separate Don slid his hands upward and cupped my breasts. He made a very gentle pinch through my night shirt in the area of my nipples.
“Oh. Oh.” He said. “Dads ghost is back again.”
I turned around within his arms locking my hands around his neck. I pushed my pelvis against his feeling him become erect as I did.
“No Don. That was you and you alone. Thanks for the compliment.”
With that I kissed him full on the lips putting a little tongue into the kiss then separated and went toward my room.
“What compliment mom?”
“Son. A real woman is always complimented when a desirable man becomes erect for her. Good night.” I added firmly.
I was horny but this was not the time. I would solve my horny problem with my fingers not with my son. He was too immature to handle that problem at this stage of his life.
Well Don went off to Emory Riddle in Florida getting a good education and learning how to fly with the best of them. I hardly saw him until he finished. He had signed up for the Air Force getting a direct commission and was to report for indoctrination in mid September when he graduated in May.
I was not exactly sex starved while Don was away. I did have my friends Janet and Phil. About once a month we would get together at either their place or mine. Usually our first encounter would be he, she and me. Our second some variation of the same.
By then Phil would usually be done for a while and after a short respite it would be Jan and me. Because of what went before that encounter might be quite sloppy however having been waiting a month it was usually well worth the wait.
After sleep and a shower and some food it was time for me and Jan to do something different that we had dreamed up during our month apart. It usually involved a toy or toys. As departure time approached Phil would be ready and waiting and either she or I or possibly both of us would close the weekend having received a mouth full of cum.
The pleasant memory would hold me for a week sometimes two. Then it was time for busy fingers and my toy collection. About two weeks after Don’s graduation and his return home Phil and Janet came for the weekend.
We three stayed chaste over Friday night. On Saturday Janet begged Don for a boat tour of the lake and a picnic on one of the numerous islands. Phil and I were in, or rather on, the bed by the time the boat was a quarter mile off shore.
I learned later that it took Janet less than an hour to get Don’s cock inside of her. Being young he scored three hits followed by a home run scored when he came deep in her throat.
As summer rolled on Don and I quickly settled down to a routine. There was a lot of man’s chores to be done and Don took them on with vigor. I had a part time job which left me with enough time for my household chores. One interesting tid bit of information came to light.
Meanwhile while doing Don’s laundry I found that almost every pair of underwear was stuck together with dried cum. When he had first begun this habit years before I had made him wash his own but after a year or two I had relented telling him that I preferred he use them than to mess up something else.
The thought of him masturbating in his bedroom as I was masturbating in mine soon had me thinking thoughts of doing things with him that society did not condone. I had finally made up my mind that if my son made another pass that I would catch it, but several weeks went by during which nothing happened.
It was a Wednesday night. We had just gone to bed. I was lying there with two fingers plunging in and out of my wet pussy and my skinny vibrator tickling my clit when all hell broke loose.
It was dark and raining when lightning struck a nearby tree exploding it into pieces some of which were raining down on the roof. At the same instant the lights went out. On the bedroom side of the house which faced the woods that was virtually total darkness. Still naked I ran to the front of the house.
In the hall I collided with Don. We tangled limbs and fell to the floor. As we fell to the floor I found out two things very quickly. First, he too was naked. Second, his hard prick was jabbing me in the side. I grabbed it and said.
“I see what you were doing when you were rudely interrupted.”
It took him a moment to reply then he said back to me.
“I know that you don’t sleep naked so just was it that you were doing?”
As we spoke we somehow got upright and strolled to the window. The trunk of the tree which had been struck was still glowing but in the hard rain it didn’t seem to pose a danger.
I stood on the screened porch which was dry although a bit chilly. My arms were wrapped around myself and I began to tremble. I couldn’t tell if I was trembling with fright or from the excitement of knowing that my naked son was close by. The memory of a previous encounter filled my mind. Just then I felt his arms encircle me.
Suddenly it was four years earlier. His hard prick was standing upright pressed between his belly and my lower back. I took his hands in mine and guided them upward. They seemed to need no guidance as they found and cupped my breasts without hesitation.
My nipple jumped to attention. Don’s thumbs and forefingers began manipulating them. They grew even longer and harder, just like miniature penises. I slid his left hand across my body to my right breast. I urged his right hand downward to my quivering pussy.
Again I felt no resistance. In just seconds his middle finger was sliding up and down between my slippery pussy lips. After several ups and downs his finger stopped to pay homage to my clit. By then my knees were weak as my body quivered.
Don pulled me back several steps turning me around as he did. He came in contact with a double wide cushioned wicker bench. He sat guiding me to sit facing him on his lap. My knees on each side of him and my dripping pussy poised over his hard cock.
There was no argument from me as I held his penis to guide it to it’s target. Feeling it at the cave’s entrance I let it go and lowered myself slowly enjoying to the fullest the sensation of it sliding into my aching vagina then onward to the entrance of my uterus.
It certainly was not entering virgin territory but it was producing sensations through my body which were seldom felt. An image flashed across my brain of a glorious fuck with my first love in the total privacy of a cabin cruiser floating free in the Long Island Sound.
I held my breasts up to Don’s lips to be suckled as I began to ride that wonderful instrument of pleasure. He did just that for several minutes until my body began to signal it’s need to orgasm. I put a hand on each of his shoulders as we found that rhythm of glorious intercourse.
The speed of our movements increased as did the length of our strokes. Then as they say we got to the short strokes. Those rapid short strokes which signal the approach of orgasm. Then I felt Don’s hot cum fill my insides then my own orgasm as my greedy cunt tried to milk the last drop from the end of that wonderful appendage.
We kissed as we came down from our highs then snuggled as sleep almost over came us. We aroused ourselves and found our way to my bed where we fell asleep with our arms and legs intertwined. It was barely light when the need to pee awoke me.
I climbed slowly and carefully from the bed. The blinking clocks told me that power had been restored but not what the time was. It didn’t really matter. I showered, as I did I rinsed away the copious amount of cum which had dripped down my legs.
I was reminded of a session with three guys back in my late teens. They left my pussy and my stomach full. A very pleasant memory. I returned to the bedroom. The sheet had slipped down and Don’s cock was standing straight and hard. The desire to take it into my mouth was almost more than I could bear.
Then I realized that it was a work day. I needed to find the correct time. “My watch.” I thought. “Where is the stupid thing? On the dresser dummy.”
That’s where it was and I was happy to find that it was only 5:05 AM. I heard the bath room door close then the sounds of the shower. I ran to the kitchen to start the coffee then returned to the bedroom and straightened out the bed sheets. I was posed on the bed when my son re-entered the room.
“Hi mom.” He said sheepishly. “Are we OK?”
“More than OK my handsome son come here and let me see that thing rapidly coming erect as we speak.”
I held my open hand crotch high as Don approached the bed. When he was close enough I cupped it in my hand before tightening my hand and pulling him closer.
“I’m so happy that we have time before you leave to do all those thing I want to try with you. And you sir, do you have a list too? You must have had various fantasies.”
Yes I do but right now I just want to crawl between your legs and screw you missionary style. May I?”
“Silly question, please do.”
By the time my son positioned himself my pussy felt as if it had swelled to at least double it’s normal size. As his cock head touched the correct spot I thrust my pelvis forward encasing his entire length inside of me. Don stopped for a moment apparently savoring the feeling before he said.
“God mom. I’ve never felt anything like this. I feel like my penis is in a molten pool of hot liquid.”
“Part of that are my hot juices part is your own hot cum. There’s still some in there. I cleaned off the excess that drained out but part of it is still in there.”
With that I locked my ankles behind my son’s rump and began fucking. I have a favorite action which doesn’t always work out but in this case we got into it without and adjustment. It’s kind of circular. First I like to lift my rump off the bed a couple of inches.
Then impale myself with my partners cock hard and deep. Then as we separate to start the next stroke I drop my ass back down which causes him to massage my clit. So it’s round and round and round we go faster and faster until someone or hopefully both of us come.
Well Don came first. His cock pulsed and my cunt was suddenly warmed as his cum filled it. Just as I sensed his final spurt my body reacted. And how it reacted. I trembled and shook and gyrated and made noises which made no sense whatsoever. When we finally were quiet I knew that I had been thoroughly and completely fucked. We were a good team.
Now I was going to be late for work. I called in as I started coffee and pleaded a flat tire. Then put out some cereal and fruit and milk for a quick breakfast. I spread a kitchen towel under me as I sat to protect the chair from my leaking pussy. Don came in and after a passionate kiss joined me for a quick breakfast.
That afternoon just about five minutes after I got home I was kneeling on the bed with my naked ass hanging over the side. My son was behind me with his cock stroking in and out of my hot cunt. I dropped my head to the mattress and let him do all the work. He didn’t have to work hard or long.
It was over in seconds, at least our first orgasms were, but that didn’t stop us. The second took longer, perhaps five minutes followed by total collapse side by side across the king size bed.
A couple of hours later I awoke. As I arose to attend to my bodily functions I took a minute to enjoy a look at my son’s semi erect penis. I couldn’t help myself. I bent intending to kiss the tip but instead took it into my mouth and lick and sucked it to it’s full size.
As Don came awake I greeted him saying. “That’s just a promise of things to come. The operative word being come.”
Fifteen minutes later as I had the shower water just right Don entered the bathroom and joined me. We rinsed and soaped and kissed and petted until the water began to run cold. Later we sat on the porch in our altogether sipping a cold beer and watching the boaters enjoy their time on the lake.
The phone rang. It was Janet inviting me to join them for a weekend cruise on their cabin cruiser.
“Of course.” I said. “Can I bring Don.”
“Is that going to work? It’s pretty hard to keep a secret on a forty foot boat.”
“No secrets needed.” I replied.
A few seconds went by before Janet said. “Do you mean that you and Don ………………Wow. How exciting. Yes, yes, yes. Bring him by all means.”
It was about ten that night that we turned off the TV and met in my bed. Once there my son’s tongue and fingers caused me several orgasms as I swallowed his cum for the first, but by no means the last time.
As the trip approached I was totally horny visualizing the various activities that might ensue. With that in mind I made some calls and changed the arrangements. The proposed 48 hour trip ended up being five joy filled days.
The five days were indeed a sexual blast. We each enjoyed each of the others. Then we tried the various combinations of three and finally those of four.
It was a summer to end all summers but there was no more.
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Mom finally has her way with her son
A man was having problems with premature ejaculation so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor what could he do to cure his problem.
In response the doctor said, “When you feel like you are getting ready to ejaculate try startling yourself”.
That same day the man went to the store and bought himself a starter pistol. All excited to try this suggestion out he runs home to his wife. At home his wife is in bed, naked and waiting on her husband. As the two begin, they find themselves in the ’69’ position. The man, moments later, feels the sudden urge to come and fires the starter pistol. The next day, the man went back to the doctor.
The doctor asked, “How did it go?”
The man answered, “Not that well…when I fired the pistol my wife crapped on my face, bit 3 inches off my penis and my mail man came out of the closet naked with his hands in the air!”
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Jasmine learns more about Izial
I came home early from work and found my wife in bed having sex with a black man.
This contains sex with a minor, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it
This is a random story that I wrote for my long distance G/f. All themes are listed in the story, so if you see themes you don’t like, you probably shouldn’t read the story. With that being said comments are welcomed…enjoy.
My first story. It isn’t a true story, although it was based around my fantasies of my neighbor when I was younger. All names and events are made up. Story is completely fictional. Also, the story is fairly short, and the sex gets into the story fairly quickly.
With the day to herself and instructions not to touch herself Tegan struggles to occupy her time.
A man is always more than he thinks he is.
Mommy was nuts. Daddy was Horny and Tracy wanted love. Please comment. Tell me whether it is a good, bad or ho-hum tale. It is the only way I can improve.
Every holiday, she find’s a new special playmate
