Fingering

You feel naked and scratching under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon after, you were sucking Al’s dick and your wife cut off your pretty bush.

He was careful not to put on you, fondling your labia in the foam and drawing the blade on your sensitive skin until each small loop was history. After being naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he threw himself at the bottom of your throat. Then he licked you a little, delighted with your sweetness and the new sensation of your bald little pubis as he stinged your wet folds and kissed the sweetness of your vagina. He went after your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you shouted Al’s kidneys. Your assailant on his knees only took you harder when your husband got away. Naked now, his dick has risen and looks mean.

When I left college, I graduated in photography, and I look forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was certainly an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became discouraged and desperate, and then I met Tish..

It was a model to come and we became fast friends. She was the one who suggested me take glamorous photos of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She felt that being a woman was an asset in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish was changing, I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy black netting stockings, black lacy panties, a lacy frilly belt and high heeled shoes, a long rope of pearls around her neck, sticking on her breasts. “Like this?” She cleansed herself, waving her lips through the room. “Do you think they’re pretty sexy?” I whistled in recognition. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on him. God!

Even if I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight, I had to admit that dinner went well. My ribs slightly made me laugh at Steve telling us how he was trying to get into his high school football uniform and divide the crotch wide open. You suggest we’re more comfortable in the living room so we all filled our wine glasses and we went to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music playing the furniture filled quickly so I sat in your knees. Brian (who is never without a story) starts telling us the problems he had in chemistry at university and demanded tutoring. He told us that the only thing he learned from his tutor was the right way to fuck his fingers and we all laughed. Of course, this leads to the business of our erotic school stories.

It was in the middle of the summer, and we were on holiday in the country. Hiking in the woods and cycling on the trails were our outdoor pleasures. We intended to visit every national park we could before it was time to return to the real world of school in the fall. I graduated next year with a degree in English and he had another year after that. It was our last hoora before September.

Like Donna washed the morning dishes, she looks at her kitchen window and looks at her daughter playing in the garden with one of her neighborhood girlfriends. The girls played with tetherball. It was a hot morning and the girls had stopped playing temporarily and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They always felt playful and soaked. Donna smiles also herself while both fight for the control of the pipe.

I’m gonna be 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and I at the age of 14. At the time, I was very surprised.

My brother was 18 at the time. It wasn’t the kind of boy who likes to go out a lot, he was more reserved and a little shy with the girls. In December of this year, my mother decided that it was time for him to have his own room. The only problem is we lived in an apartment. I always shared the place with him, but now I’d share it with my parents. I didn’t like that.

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.

The ivory looks at itself in a bathroom mirror because its bathtub fills with hot soapy water. She slips her purple and black bathrobe that she wears and takes a moment to admire her. She smiles and licks her lips, “Not bad for a 45-year-old…” She says she puts her hands on her big round boobs and gives them a sneeze. “I am always one of the hottest women ever to scratch a wrestling ring… and a better struggle than most…” The ivory turns to the bathtub and slides its two hands against the sides and back of its neck, “But… I still have to relax…”

A neighbor with two girls (18 & 20) fought with them and threw them both out of the house. Heather, eighteen years old, had made babysitting for us several times, and is practically considered one of the family. When we found that she had nowhere to go, we invited her to stay with us until she had an apartment. His eldest sister moved in with one of her girlfriends.

Needless to say with a voluptuous girl 14 years my junior, my thoughts began to wander. My eyes were not particularly concerned about how she sat or sat on the house. I was able to turn off the beautiful nipples of her breasts and see how incredibly well formed the firm cheeks of her butt! Sometimes it would run through the house with nothing but a towel, and it would be held a little too high. The view of his ass and hair covering what every man desires began to drive me wild.

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start… just a friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss your back, feel the shape of you through the silky material of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying sensual sensations of being froted. Little by little, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist, feeling the curves of your belly. You couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you’re still going, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and you gradually gave and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I started to trace a line down your leg, feeling the change of satin to flesh and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the journey up your leg, giving you room to move your shoulder to the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propelled on a elbow. I hung up and kissed your lips so soft and you didn’t flinch. Your lips were wet. First, you did not answer, except to stay passively but very gradually, as I kissed gently, you started kissing me, your lips sharing slightly to allow me to start exploring with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the fate that we created, I didn’t want to bury you by pulling me out, so I went back to rub your belly through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the contour of your heavy boobs. You have the most beautiful, very thin body with large breasts that I could have bury my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving again under my hand, enjoying sensations aroused in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, erected, now, and as I passed from one to another, dragging a line around them, you gave a little moaning of pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no trouble taking your answer now. You liked you, me, and you kissed me, your tongue knowing my mouth, disguising me, our tongues caressed each other.