Sexy Scribe

Allison Munro is frustrated. His first year at the university was over, and there was no fire, no alarm. Two ordinary sexual pales and experiences did not give her the wild time she wants to remember when she is old and gray. And then, quite unexpected, on a hot steam night, she and her best friend begin to be in the calm of a dark park, and her world changes. As every new sexual experience opens its wider eyes, it emits its inhibitions and becomes increasingly wild and bold, by seduced the brother of her girlfriend, then father, then mother, then reaching the others around her, filled with the excitement of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful nymphlet, and the heat of evil desire.

It wasn’t a plan, but I expected it to work that way. I had planned “one day” to take a friend for a motorcycle. Her name is Debbie. Debbie is a pretty, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She’s got pretty, tip-sized tits by promising bumps.

We agreed to meet with her daughter in Boston, and I picked her up on my Harley Sportster. We stopped at the bank and then boarded for a trip to the Mohawk Trail. It is a little known secret that the bad road 2 has become a beautiful picturesque country that leads to Greenfield, MA.

After the reception, Elizabeth and I returned to the hotel room where we were. We shared a room with my brother Anton, but he was always trying to pick a chick at our table.

Liz and I shared a double bed, and Anton had the other one in the room. It was midnight and Liz went to the bathroom first and ready for the bed, I undressed and in my night shirt. I came to realize when Liz came back from the bathroom in a towel that I had never seen her completely naked, she always had on the underwear as she did when the towel fell and I saw her little black breasts. Liz is dark while she’s half Greek. Liz and I have been sisters since she was 8 and I was 10, her father married my mother. Over the past 8 years, she has spent 2 years pensioning because of her behavioural problems.

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.

I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.

My cousin Judy got married when she was 16. His fidelity was my age. They’ve been out for fourteen years. He tried to take her virginity but she wouldn’t leave it.

At 16, he asks him to marry him and she consents. She told me she was gonna save herself for her wedding night. And she did until the week before the wedding.

She was talking to one of her friends who told her that Judy’s fiancée had been at a party a few weeks before asking Judy to marry her. He had drunk and wounded two friends of Judy who were also at the party.

I watched like Larry pulled his dick out of her pussy and got the sex tube from her desk drawer. He pulled a bunch of slippery stuff out of his new secretary’s hole. Her name was Amy. He rubbed her a little on his cock covered with pussy juice and put her to his asshole. It was an ebony work of art. At 51, she was the oldest that Larry had ever fucked. It was also the first black woman he had fucked. She had about 5'8" and about 130 pounds. With its 38 DD breasts, its slender size and its fairly generous hips Amy was a very curvaceous package. I saw why Larry went after her, after all that she was a carbon copy of me just a little bit more tan. She was currently bent on the back of the leather sofa in her desk. I watched from my office through a closed circuit camera system. I watched him on my 19-inch screen. There’s a hundred dollars in the fall. You see Larry betting me a hundred dollars he’d fuck her in less than two weeks. It was Friday and exactly five days in the betting and I looked like the head of his dick threw himself in his ass. Ass, it was gonna cost me another note. Our stuff was always a hundred per hole. Of course, mouths don’t matter. I was jealous of him right now, while I saw his big white dick disappearing in his black cave. His shaved balls bounced from his pussy lips while he grossly jumped his ass. She started to groan and grow so he could fuck harder. Goddamn it, how could I beat it? I looked at five long exhausting covers Amy’s face and make him white with his cream. She started using her fingers to push the cream in her mouth when Larry stopped her and leaned and started licking her face’s sperm. After he had finished, he kissed her loud and shared her sperm with her.

“Honey, you don’t really think so, do you?” Connie wasted after hearing what he wanted her to do.

“Yes, honey, I really do. You said you asked yourself what it would be, okay, I want you to know it.” He told her to look in her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it. She only mentioned it a few times, fantasizing with him and now he told him that he wanted her to do it so that she knew and didn’t wonder. Should she? She wasn’t so sure. What would he feel and do if she did it while he looked. It was one of the demands that he could monitor her.

Since she had the day off, they were going to have lunch. She opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater - wait a minute!

She shook her reflection in the mirror, an idea forming in her mind. A little tingle started in her pussy, and she put the clothes in the closet. A little seduction was in order, she decided. And she should get dressed accordingly.

I’d like to talk to you about my education about what a man’s dick can do to a woman. My name is John and I’m 23. Susan, my wife is almost 19. We were married to her 18th birthday, and she was a virgin until our wedding night. Susan is 5'6" tall with a silhouette 35-23-35, blond hair of shoulder length and long legs in shape. She’s so beautiful that I consider myself very lucky to have her as my wife.

I was in N.Y. by visiting a friend who lives in a large building in the center of the city. I arrived at noon for lunch and spent all day talking about old times. I watched my watch and saw it was almost midnight! I can’t believe that time is fast! We said goodbye and I left.

When I arrived at the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there was not much light in the corridors. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hall saying their goodbye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they laughed all and spoke. They left to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, “Hi.” Of course, being the friendly person I was, I said, “Hi” back. We were waiting for the elevator to come. I heard the movement behind me but I pretended to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was so excited! The oldest of men seemed to be in charge.