Mother-in-Law part 5: Lesbo Luv

Terrified, Louise quickly let go of my cock. She’d barely reached some article of clothing in a lame attempt to cover up when Babs entered the room. Nobody said a word for what seemed like minutes. Then Babs offered “very nice” as she examined my semi-hard cock, still glistening from cum and my mother in law’s spit, and Louise’s sweaty nakedness. She slowly walked over to Louise and gave her a big smile. My mother in law just stood there, glancing back and forth between Babs and me. “You missed a spot,” Babs said as she wiped a small gob of cum with her forefinger from my mother in law’s chin. Babs put her other arm on Louise’s naked shoulder and gently dabbed the cum on my mother in law’s lips but got no response. “Not hungry any more?” The sight of the two hot women, so close, so sex, made my cock hard again. Louise froze as her neighbor’s finger traced a cum-streak down her neck. Babs comforted her, “No reason to be afraid. I’ve been thinking of this body, and what I’d love to do to it, for years. It’s a lot hotter than I even imagined.” Babs began massaging Louise’s shoulders as the two women stared into each other’s eyes. My mother in law said nothing but let out a moan when Babs cupped both of her breasts and kneaded them together, stretching and tugging on Louise’s chestnut-hard nipples. “What about me?” I asked. “You just stay right there young man,” Babs responded. Switching places with my mother in law, Babs leaned with her back against the kitchen counter and turned Louise around so I had a full view. Babs ran her hands up and down my mother in law’s body while grinding against her ass and licking the shorter woman’s neck. One hand fondled Louise’s breasts, while the other rubbed and fingered her pussy. Babs was in complete control and my mother in law in total ecstacy. Babs extracted a glistening gob of Louise’s cunt juices and licked her fingers dry, moaning and panting almost in step with the older woman. Next, without letting go of Louise, she offered her a taste too. Louise’s inner thighs glistened with cunt juice as she licked her friends fingers. Their mouths met, tongues hungrily running over each other’s faces as Babs continued her assault on my mother in law’s pussy and tits. Louise crumpled in orgasm, still lip-locked with her friend but barely able to stand as she fell back into Babs' arms.

Divorce and my Mother- In- Law Part Seven Guess Wh

It was my birthday and there was a party for me at Eddie and Darlene's. Among the people invited were my parents. I was nervous about it but Melody said everything would okay. The party started at seven on Saturday. Eddie was cooking hamburgers, hotdogs and other goodies on his nice grill. Darlene was mixing the drinks and sampling as the evening went on. Dad, Peter senior, was into his third margarita already. My Mom, Polly was sipping the same one she got when they arrived. There were about twenty-six people in all at the party. Some were couples Eddie and Darlene had swapped with for long before I ever knew Melody. The rest were couples we had brought into the fold. My favorite couple,part of Eddie and Darlene's group, Wendy and Alphonse were talking to my parents far away from the rest of the crowd. They were a very open couple and I had fucked Wendy several times while Alphonse was spending some time with Melody and Darlene, usually together. Melody and I were staying away from the drinks because Darlene was mixing them in killer proportions and they tasted really great, so someone could easily find they were in a stumbling d***ken state. I walked over to talk to Mom and Dad, who were chatting with Wendy and Alphonse. As I came up I realized the conversation was on the freedom inside an open marriage, the same one Wendy, Alphonse and I had discussed several times on other more relaxed and more naked nights. My Mom was a bit uncomfortable about the subject, but kept quiet while my Dad expounded on how having a little strange pussy keeps a marriage strong. That was what I heard as I approached. "So how's everyone doing here? Anyone need another drink?" My Dad looked at me with this wicked grin and said, "We are doing just fine here. Having a great conversation about marriage." I nodded my head and walked away. I heard my Dad asking Alphonse if his son agreed with the freedom in marriage ideas. Alphonse said, "I don't have a son." My Dad said, he was talking about his own son...me. Wendy started speaking in the enthusiastic way she always did. I heard her say that their son Peter was a wonderful lover. I just kept walking. Melody asked me how they were doing over there and I told her the cat was out of the bag, but I wasn't going to worry about it. She patted my butt and said, "that's probably for the best." I decided I finally needed a drink. When I went to Darlene she said loudly, "Peter, Happy Birthday Baby!! Did you come for a drink or for a birthday kiss?" I smiled and bent down to give her a peck on the cheek. She threw her arms around me and gave me an open mouthed sloppy slightly d***k tongue kiss. That was when I noticed my dad weaving his way to get another drink. I took a drink from the table and waited. Darlene said, "Peter Senior, your Peter Junior is a wonderful son-in-law! Dad thanked her for that and asked, "So tell me Darlene, is he as good a fuck as Wendy tells us?" Darlene squeezed his arm and said, "He is the best! What a nice cock he has and he really knows how to keep a woman happy!" I groaned and walked over to Melody. "What's up now?" she asked. "Well now Dad knows that I have fucked your mother. Knowing him, he will be hitting on someone very soon. I don't know how my mom will handle that." Melody just sighed and said, "well, we believe in this. We can't live a lie. You had to know this would come out sooner or later." I looked back to where Darlene was making the drinks and saw she had been led away by my Dad to the group he had been in all evening. Darlene was sitting down talking animatedly with Wendy, Alphonse, my Mom and Dad. My Mom soon stood up and was walking away. I asked Melody to come with me over there to see if we could salvage anything from the situation. Mom was going to walk past us without saying anything and I stopped her. Uh..how are you doing Mom? Can I get you anything? She looked up at me and at Melody, her eyes blinking. She op

Alice's Son

After the best sex of my life with Alice on our first date, I was totally in her power. I was 'cunt struck' as they say, and nothing she could do would drive me away as long as she allowed me the pleasures of her sweet cunt and beautiful ass. As a spoiled rotten, natural bitch she tested me many times over the next few years, but it was her son who finally broke the bond. Ned was 17 and entering his senior year at the best, most expensive prep school in town. When introduced, he was barely able to repress a sneer when told I was a worker in his grandfather's company. His school chums' dads were all doctors, lawyers, politicians, etc., and I could tell he thought me beneath his mother's social status. As I soon found out, he was also jealous. Alice and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. At first, she would follow me home after work to fuck and suck to exhaustion, then she would drive home to her semi-mansion on the other side of town. She began dropping by my work station to discretely rub against me, leaving me with a raging hard on. We would leave for lunch in separate cars to meet at the park, where she would suck my dick then ride me to a mutual orgasm. I wanted desperately to spend the night with her, but Ned was always in the way. Finally, though, he had a weekend-long tennis tournament. I've never, before or since, had such a sex-filled weekend. We fucked and sucked in every position, in every room, and on every piece of furniture in her beautiful home, and at the end of the weekend I knew Ned was going to have to deal with a new man in the house - I was moving in. Ned was barely civil to me, but I didn't care - I felt I could win his friendship and break his 'Momma's boy' bond. Little did I know that bond was stronger than any I had even ever heard of. Several months passed with me living in their home, and the only thing disconcerting was I'd hear Ned at the door when we were making love in her bedroom. I would mention this to Alice, but her reply was only "he's just a curious boy." One afternoon Alice's father gave me a job which would take many hours, due the next day, and as Ned had an important mid-term exam, Alice left early to help him study. I worked at lightning speed and finished in record time. Alice and I hadn't had sex for two days, a record for us, and I couldn't wait to "get all up in that", growing a boner on the 35-mile trip to her house. I decided to surprise her and walked softly around the back of the house where the bank of windows in the kitchen and den were always open. They looked out onto an impressive landscape and a wooded hillside. I could see Ned at the bar, his books open, but his back was to them and his head was thrown back as if looking at the ceiling. I kept walking softly to see what was going on, and suddenly realized that Alice was sucking his dick! His pants were around his ankles and she was bent at the waist bobbing up and down while gripping a bar stool leg for support with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, something she only did when giving head, so I knew this was a planned event, not spontaneous. Ned's head was back with mouth open, enjoying his mother's warm mouth and obviously about to cum. I knew I shouldn't, but couldn't help but watch this run its course. Ned had a big, circumcized dick - it was inflamed red with passion, had a large mushroom-shaped head, and appeared over seven inches in length. It appeared no stranger to Alice's wet mouth as she licked and sucked in all she could take. He began to hunch in and out of her mouth, and stood up as she dropped to her knees, continuing to suck while jacking him off as he shot his load. As he started to cum, she took as much of his cock in her mouth as possible and I could see her cheeks move in and out in a suction motion. I was at the same time appalled, embarassed, and even a little turned on by what I had just seen. I snuck back to my car and

The sl**pover

Im the only c***d of a young single mother. She had no schooling, she made a living being a secretary. She worked hard, but her meager pay wasn't enough for us. Going into the sixth grade, we had a talk and she explained she had to get a night job to support us and id b ok alone till she came home...so it was. She had me at 19, so she was maybe 31 then. Sometimes she got home real late, and sometimes so d***k she woke me crashing into furniture. She was naive, going practically nude and sl**ping in a sheer silk shirt that came down midway between her bellybutton and her pubic hair...frequently she slept on the couch, her pussy exposed for my young eyes..I took every advantage of it too!! towards spring break, I had my first friend stay the night. We were up late playing Nintendo. He left my room to go pee, and never came back. The apartment had one bathroom, with a door from the hallway and a door directly into moms room. Her light was on, so I looked. My friend was kneeling beside my sl**ping mother. Her legs spread, niteshirt up around her waist, my friend was gently stroking her pussy hairs. I froze at the sight. Noticing me standing there, he shooed me out with his hand. Obediently I turned and walked back to my room. Minutes later he still hadn't returned. I thought enough was enough, im gonna make him stop. Creeping back thru the hall to the bathroom, I rounded the corner and froze again. He was leaning over her, rubbing his cock furiously. Suddenly he jerked, jets of cum shooting over my mothers thighs and even her pussy hair. Then she jerked, suddenly awakening to see him trying to pull up his pants. She then looked squarely at me, then down at the puddles of cum on her thighs. She told me to get a damp washrag, then made my friend use it to wipe his seed off her legs. "You had ur fun, now go to bed boys"..reaching into her nitestand she pulled out a big dido and said "now its my turn. No peeking"...with ghat she shut her doors and we went to my room speechless...needless to say, after that everyone wanted to spend the nite wit me

My Sister Alexandria

Rob my now boyfriend, likes both my s****r Alexandria and me, and when I was away last year he dated Alex a couple of times, although purely platonically. Alex was always quieter than me and never had as many boy friends, so she often came with us to the movies, or out on a picnic, or to parties. Then on New Years eve last year Rob and I decided to hold a party at our house. It was very successful, and a lot of people turned up. Alex met a nice guy and was dancing with him most of the evening, but when it was all over, I found her by herself in the bathroom in floods of tears. They'd had an argument about her going home with him, and he had called her a bitch, and a tease, and it was all pretty unpleasant. Anyway, she cheered up a bit, and Alex helped me tidy up the place, then Rob and I went to bed, and Alex was going to sl**p on the couch. But about halfway through the night, Alex came into our bedroom and got into bed next to me, and was still very upset. I cuddled her, and we went to sl**p. The next thing I know, Rob was moaning in his sl**p. I opened my eyes, and Alex was snuggled up next to him, gently rubbing his cock. I felt shocked at first, but then I thought - well, she's my s****r, I know her well enough. So I whispered to her, "Let's wake him up and give him a surprise." So I called in his ear, and he woke up. He looked at me, then he looked at Alex, and he felt a hand on his cock, and didn't know whose it was, and he just said quietly, "Oh boy." The situation turned all three of us on. I started kissing Rob and Alex went down on him and sucked his cock. Then I climbed on top of him, and Alex pushed his cock inside me, and I could feel it all wet with her saliva. I was going up and down on Rob's cock while Alex kissed and fondled his ass and balls, and then we changed places and Alex mounted him, I has holding his balls and could feel them shudder when he came into my s****r. Alex came at the same time. Afterwards, Rob and Alex stroked and licked me until I came off as well, and then the three of us just put our arms round each other and went to sl**p. In the morning, Alex was gone. I think that was the best way. I don't know how we would have felt that first time in the cold light of dawn. Since then we have had sex with Rob as a threesome, almost every week. Alex just shows up after we are in bed and lets herself in the front door with her key. I think that the relationship has been a great turn on for us all.

Nobody Home?

With a twist, a push, a jab and a lever, the door loosened itself from its fastenings and opened, its announcement given with a small relieving squeal. He let it fall open a foot or so, and stood back to listen. No alarm, which surprised him as he thought everyone was out. Maybe they didn't deem this door important enough to place a censor on it, or perhaps they forgot to set the alarm. Either way he didn't care, he was in. He looked around the utilities room, the dark square and rectangular shapes indicating the white goods that lined either side of the room, leaving a passageway to the door at the other end. And with a quick glance behind, he slipped inside, jamming the door close and plunging himself into darkness. The next door led to the kitchen, and once again he opened it with a pause to listen. Satisfied his entry was safe, he entered the kitchen and crossed within the twilight to the hallway. From his pocket he withdrew a piece of paper, and unfolding it revealed a basic sketch of the layout of the house. According to Harry at The Stag and Deer, he needed the study on the first floor. That was where the safe was. Katie was glad her parents were out, she may have only been home for a couple of days so far, but she was already missing the freedom of living on campus. At least there she could 'watch and play' without the cord of the headphones getting in her way; she needed Bluetooth, or something wireless. However being at home had its advantages, and now was her opportunity to fulfill her boyfriend’s request. Getting off the bed, Katie crossed to the window, bending down to open the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers that stood there. Reaching inside she pulled out a camcorder procured from a friend earlier in the day, citing the making of a personal movie for her media course at university, although her friend would never imagined just how personal this video would be, and that it was for a porn site and not part of her studies. Crossing to the low standing table on which stood her TV with an ever increasing pile of DVDs next to it, she took the AV lead, plugged the corresponding jacks into the camera, and scart into the back of the TV. Then placing the camera on top of the television, she turned it on and flicking through the channels, found herself smiling back at her. She gave a wave as if someone was actually watching her, and giggled at her girly silliness. Rising to her feet, she crossed to the window, and with one last look outside, she bid the world goodnight and closed the curtains. At the top of the stairs he referred to the sketch once again. ‘Turn left and the study should be two doors along,’ he remember Harry informing him a couple of days before, ‘but beware, I think he has a camera trained the door.’ he added. He folded the sketch and then slipped it back into his pocket as he began to make his way along the hallway, glancing up for the redeye of a CCTV camera. Step by step he crept along, his heart beating slightly faster when the floorboard creak a little too loudly for comfort beneath his weight, but then in this silence all sound was amplified. Waking up to his situation of an empty house, he asked himself, 'Why the fuck am I creeping? How dumb am I? I could do the hundred meter dash, and no one would hear,' and with that he quickened his pace and was at the door in seconds. Another benefit with her parents being out was playing her music at a volume she wanted, and playing the music she wanted to hear. Dark loud music, music with a heavy beat and ripping riff, a bassline that made the floorboards dance and a gravel chewing vocal. She loved her rock and metal, and hated that her parent didn't even consider it music. Most of her friends parents were a bit more hip, a bit more in tune with the world, but her parents were still living in the middle-ages within Katie's eyes. They were still dancing to The Bee Gees, The Beach Boys and Abba, which whenever she heard them, almost made her

My Wife was Set Up pt1

Chris and I are the typical late 20s with two good jobs and no k**s. We have elected to put off the f****y to enjoy our time with each other, travel and save some money before we take on the responsibility of c***dren. This freedom allows of time to take care of ourselves and Chris has taken advantage of that with a workout and recreation schedule that includes the gym, bicycling and swimming. She is a slender 5'7" with light brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and a smattering of light freckles on her cheeks. Her breasts are B/C cup which look quite good on her frame. I'm more of a golf kind of guy and not in near the shape of Chris. As you might expect, I carry a few extra pounds on a medium 5'10" build. Fortunately, Chris has the good manners not to bring it up, at least not too often. We enjoy and active social life with frequent dinners and parties intermingled with business events sponsored by one of our employers that we must attend. Chris dresses up very well and I can always count on compliments about what a lucky guy I am as well discrete and sometimes not so discreet looks at her body. The one thing about our rather idyllic life that could stand improvement is in the area of sexual creativity. Chris enjoys sex but not as often as I would like and it tends towards the routine. Occasionally I can get her to dress up or I might get to tie her up for a few minutes but there is most certainly no anal or photo taking and blowjobs are rare although she loves for me to lick on her. Well like I said above, the seed that had been planted in my mind was growing and I wanted to figure out how to get some illicit and unknown play going with Chris. After thinking through many scenarios, I decided to try and set her up with a massage therapist and see if he could seduce her into letting go a bit hopefully, while I got the chance to watch. Now knowing Chris, I knew this was not going to be as simple as some guy coming over and her giving into some hidden lust. Rather, I knew the approach would have to be a long term plan with a therapist that was outwardly respectful but also a bit edgy and naughty but most important he needed to be patient. Well, they say figuring out the plan is 90% of the battle but in this case that didn't turn out to be true. Finding the right guy became a time and energy black hole. First, I created a list of prospects from internet searches, magazine articles, phonebook, etc. Then, I started culling out these prospects through direct contact either through phone calls or meetings. In most cases, the guy turned out to be gay, ugly, or weird and they quickly got stricken. The few that made it through involved a more detailed discussion which turned out to be much more awkward than I had anticipated. I got laughed at some and in one case told to leave the office immediately. After three months of work, I had it narrowed to two candidates but honestly neither felt totally right. One was young, around 24 years old and while handsome I thought he lacked the maturity and patience needed. The second was an older guy in his mid-30s but he was overweight and Hispanic and I didn't see him as someone Chris would warm up to. It was actually the older guy who sensing my reticence gave me the contact information for a guy who he said might be a better fit. That's how I came to find David an early 40s guy who owned a small gym and did massage in the evenings. David turned out to be 6"1" tall and leanly muscled instead of the bulky body typical of weightlifters. He was tanned with a shaved head. Our first meeting took place in his small office in his gym he stood quietly listening as I explained who had referred him and stumbled through a description of what I had in mind. "That seems a bit perverted not to mention I could lose my MT license." He finally responded after I had completed my request. "I guess it might be some but based on the referral I thought maybe you had done something like this b

An Ideal Husband

Guys always stare at me, at my big knockers and booty. Sure, the ideal woman is supposed to be slim and look great in the latest fashions. But what do you think guys really want? Why are there so many magazines with titles like MAMMOTH MAMMARIES and BOMBASTIC BOOBS? Or DOUBLE-WIDE BUTTS and SUPER-SIZED SITTERS? Screw the latest fashions. I wear tight tops and tighter jeans, to show off what I've got. So with all the guys who are interested in me, when some shy little twerp came up to me at my favorite bar and offered to buy me a drink, my first instinct was to tell him to scram. But then I figured, hey, I got here early, nobody interesting is around, so why not let the loser pay for my first rum and cola? Right? So I patted the stood next to me and resisted the temptation to make a joke about how long a climb it would be for a shrimp like him or about how they would have to card such a baby-face. So he hops up alongside me, trying not to gawk at my contours, and signals for the bartender. That evening it was Turk, a tall Black guy who I like to chat with. He comes over and I can tell from his look that he's ready to chase the little creep away, if that's what I want. But I give him a wink and say, "My new friend here wants to buy me a rum and cola." Then I turn to my admirer and ask, "What did you say your name was?" He looks at me with these sad puppy eyes, like he's expecting to get smacked, and says his name is Willy. Okay, so I have to skip telling a few more jokes, the obvious one being to ask him if Little Willy has a little willy. Turk brings me my drink, he and I talk for a minute, and then Turk turns to Willy after making him wait, and says, "Can I get you something?" The loser orders himself a glass of white wine. I'm asking myself if he could have thought of anything less macho, like maybe a Shirley Temple with a paper umbrella in it. Turk pours him the wine and puts it in front of him, then stands there giving him a serious look. Willy catches on and reaches for his wallet. He puts a twenty on the bar and Turk takes it and brings him his change. I'm thinking it's time to ditch Willy so before Turk can hand him the bills I say, "That's your tip, honey." Turk ignores Willy and thanks me, saying, "Appreciate it, Kara." I brush back my long red hair with one hand and give Turk a smile. I'm sipping my drink and wondering how far I'll have to push the midget to get him to leave. Maybe I should start talking about how I'm a size queen, which is true, and that I'm not interested in any guy with less than eight thick inches. That's when Willy clears his throat, managing to sound like my little niece, and tells me, "I think you're really pretty, Kara." That's when I spot that bastard Richie coming in. I had been dating him and the sex was great, but we always got into fights and finally split, but then the the make-up sex was even better. Since we're on the outs again already, I figure I'll make Richie jealous. He looks at me and I put my hand on Willy's thigh, which just about gives the wimp a heart attack. Then I lean really close to him, so my rack is almost touching him, and say, in a sexy voice, "Thank you, darling. That's so sweet of you to say." Then I cup his weak chin in my plump palm and give him an air kiss. From the corner of my eye I can see Richie getting steamed. So I reach over and unbutton the top button on the geeky shirt Willy is wearing. He almost falls on the floor. Richie turns around and stalks right back out the door. I laugh. Turk laughs. Willy is clueless. And I still have to dump him. All of a sudden I get an idea. With a slight jerk of my head I get Turk to move closer so he can hear what I'm going to say. Then, just loud enough for the three of us, I inform Willy boy, "You know, we could go to my place and get to know each other better but there's one problem." His face gets really worried, like I'm going to tell him something terrible, and he says, very concerned, "What is it, K

It is what it is,...I am what I am- what are you?

The most wonderful thing about the truth is that it does not require our belief order for it to exist. You will NEVER hear me whine when someone says "I don't believe you" because I don't tell tales to be believed, I tell truths, and it's of little consequence to ME if you choose to believe them or not. No lie can change it, it's immune to cynicism, and it certainly doesn't give much of a shit what anyone thinks of it. It is what it is. With that being said, let me begin the first truth: I am David. (the truth begins like all truths,...simple enough) Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd. When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy. Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in telling the cashier about my arrival that it took twenty minutes to get a damned smoke. In her impatience to get to the hospital, and Dad's inability to shut the fuck up in a crisis she got out to fetch the man. My head slid right out between her legs at the register. Fluids pooled, dad panicked, passed out. Cashier (now driver) had to finish taking mom to Denver General. i was born shortly before dad sobered. Here I am 42 years later. On XHamster showing the world everything. Why is this important? Well lets just say that my arrival in this world is exactly the statement that defines who I am,...one hell of an inconvenience,Totally undeniable, but here anyhow. I am what I am. The same could be said about the truth. So much so that often in my rants, weird, and sometimes tasteless comments i bring a very simple but chaotic sense of reality; and like truth, many of you will not like me, or understand me, or accept me. But like the truth, I don't require anything from you to exist,...but it's nice to know you at least saw me,...and maybe,..just maybe you might recognize some part of yourselves in what I post on this site and find some way to spark a friendship with my soulmate and I. So here I sit, right in front of you, my wife and I laid bare in front of anyone who wants to see, saying to you that I am here. WE are here. And we want to know things,.... who what when where how We want so much to share, and contribute, and find meaning in a meaningless world where else to go but to the hottest place we have ever seen? Hamster friends the truth is not just out there,...it's right here, it is waht it is, we are what we are and we can't wait to get to know YOU!!! the only truth to find now is What are you?

S****r in law part 2

so im getting sucked off by my s****r in law with the mrs on my face when she pulls out her rabbit vib and says i only wanted you to get me wet. she then layed back and said ive always wanted to watch you fuck someone else but the only person i could trust is my s****r i smiled as she pushed the vib into her pussy the s****r in law then gets up drops her micro dress to the floor and i see her hot body for the first time beautiful titties and a thong which she starts lowering to the floor i look and see a blonde landing strip and she jumps on top of me lowering herself onto my hard wet cock slowly at first she looks at my mrs and says you were right his big hard cock does feel amazing i then flip her over and start pounding her pussy hard the sound of my mrs plesuring herself and the s****r in law moaning makes me so hot the headbourd is banging hard aganest the wall as the mrs and s.i.l start to scream omg i cant belive they are cuming at the same time i tell them im getting close and they both say they want it in there mouths so i pull out and they put their heads together mouths open as i start to spurt out huge wads of cum they both get a fair amount as i colapse on the bed they go clean up and both get into my bed one either side i fell asl**p with a huge smile and woke up with a huge hard on

My Favorite Public Cuckold Sex Moment

About 15 years ago, I was dating my husband‘s boss, Guy, from the construction site he was working on. We had been dating for about 5 months and one of the first weekends we went away together, we took a trip to Santa Cruz for 4 days. We were pretty pent up and eager to be together even before we got driving, so the prospect of spending the next 4 hours focused on driving to our destination was frustrating to say the least. We spent a good 20 minutes debating exactly how to handle the excessive sexual tension that was already building up on the way to Santa Cruz. He thought we should just suck it up and drive as fast as we could to get to the hotel so we could give our undivided attention to each other then. I argued that we would be much better off planning to pull over every 30 minutes or so in a highway lookout or rest-stop and make sure our overwhelming needs didn’t cause unsafe driving. I pointed out that between him and his 6’11” mountain-of-a- man physique hungering for me, and me and my 3-year- dry-spell- mountain-of-untapped-sexual-energy, we could at any point generate an explosion from our sheer proximity to each other. So really, one could say that I was arguing for the safety of everyone on the road that day…all those poor, innocent, helpless, sexless drones driving to and from work. They would never have the reflexes needed to get out of our way if the relentless urgency we were struggling to contain should win out and overpower us! Just think of the families and c***dren we could spare potential devastation to if he would just PULL OVER and let me give him a blow job every 20 minutes or so!! {{hee-hee…right…sure…whatever works to get that car pulled over and pants off, right?}} As we debated that first 30 minutes, I remembered that my SissyHubby had packed us some “special treats” in one of the duffel bags and put it behind the seat in the truck before we left. So I leaned over the seat struggling to reach the bag on the floor. Being only 5’1”, I have adjusted to having to twist and stretch to reach many things. I sometimes scramble around the cab of a truck like a monkey. However, Guy was not used to me climbing all over and thought I was falling behind the seat. So he quickly reached up to keep me from falling as I balanced on the seat- my head down and my ass up over the bench seat back right next to his shoulder. His hand went under my skirt in his haste and his arm wrapped around my thighs pulling me back to the front next to him. I was sitting square on his strong hand now with him pulling me tight against him on the seat. It was about 2 minutes later I won our discussion and found us pulled off the freeway at the back of a rest stop, his hands tearing the small g-string I had on under the short skirt in record time. I opened his jeans and lowered my face to his cock as he pulled my skirt over my hips and began to stroke his fingers on, in and around the wetness now flooding me. My naked butt was facing the passenger window with his hands exploring my cunt and he was thrusting his fingers in my opening pink pussy. We were deeply occupied with the tasks at hand - each of us reveling in the other and escaping into one of the first moments we had been able to give in to desire without planning. The AC in the truck was on, but the heat we were generating made a sheen of sweat appear all over both of us. When I looked up at him at one point from my vantage point in his lap, his eyes looked down at me with a brightness and energized bliss. I realized I hadn’t seen that look in years- since long before I married my husband. This man was in awe that I was there with him, was puffing up with pride that I was HIS- I knew this because I felt the same way. We may have heard the trucks pull up- who knows? If I did, I didn’t care. If he did, he was happy to show off his trophy now covered with glistening juices and bucking against his hand wildly. As I felt his cock surge to that ne

Granny's Bed true story.

I was raised with my grandparent's after my parent's were killed.Gran had an old four poster bed,with a big feather mattress,the base was about a foot off the ground.Gran was a very sexy women,nice round ass,firm tit's,long leg's. As the years went by I turned 15,gran was 50,but she had kept her figure,and to me she was gorgeous.I would watch gran all the time,her ass would drive me wild with desire,when she would bend over in front of me,I would imagine what it would be like to touch her ass,and feel her firm tit's,the normal thought's of any 15 year old. One night while Grandad was out drinking,I was lying in my bed when I heard a noise that made my ear's prick up, it sounded like it was coming from Gran's room,I sneaked down the hall and stopped outside Gran's door,I could hear moaning coming from inside,her door was shut,I looked through the keyhole, and what I saw blew my mind,Gran was sitting on the bed,her hand up her skirt playing with her pussy. I could not believe my luck,I whipped out my cock and started stroking,Gran had her pantie's pulled to one side with her left hand,and she was rubbing her pussy with the other.After a couple of minute's I blew my load in the hallway,I rushed to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up the mess,luckily I got away without her knowing. All I could think about after that was Gran's pussy,I wanted to get a look at it up close,so I hatched a plan, I would sneak into her room and hie under the bed,I had this idea that it would be great to be in her room as she wanked herself. A couple of night's later Grandad went to the bar.I told Gran I was going to bed early,I went up arranged the pillow's in my bed to look like I was in it.Then I slipped into Gran's room and hid under the bed.After a while Gran came into the room,she sat down on the bed,my heart was pounding I was sure she would hear it beating. She started undressing first her blouse hit the floor, then her bra,next came her skirt, her tight's,and then her pantie's,wow I thought Gran is naked,in the same room as me, she stood up and went into her bathroom,I could see her ass wiggling as she walked to the bathroom,I got my cock out and started stroking my self. As Gran came back from the bathroom,I could see her firm tit's bounce slightly as she walked toward's me, I looked at her pussy she was shaved smooth, I could not believe what I was doing, she jumped into bed the bed made a big creaking noise,I listened as the bed started to shake slightly,then I heard Gran moan softly,she started whispering to herself, I could just make out what she was saying,she said "god I need a big cock inside me" I was shocked Gran never swore in front of me or any one for that matter. The bed started shaking more and Gran was moaning louder,it was obvious she was starting to orgasm,I blew my load under her bed,strings of hot come sprayed everywhere,I tried to stay quiet under her bed but it was not easy,my breathing was out of control,then I thought to myself how the fuck am I going to get out of here without being caught. I had not thought of that,then I must have drifted off to sl**p because the next thing I was woken up by my Grandad coming into the room,shit I thought I will never get out now,Grandad is a really light sl**per,so I decided to stay till morning, grandad goes to work at 6am so I decided to wait till he was gone then sneak out. I drifted off to sl**p and was woken by Grandad leaving the room,then the front door banged and he was gone,after a while I decided it was safe to leave, I sneaked out as I was crawling out toward's the door Gran's voice rang out,"what do you think you are playing at she boomed",I froze fuck I am going to get into so much trouble. She bounced out of the bed "what were you doing under my bed" I could not answer I tried to make an excuse but I could not get the word's out,then I realized Gran was naked,she copped it as well,her face went purple with rage,you little pervert she shouted,w

City Of Orgasm

It was just sunset when the lovely Susan Gander entered the resteraunt at the Pelican Key marina gliding through the dining room as if she were a model strutting down a catwalk. The low murmur of voices that was in the air had ceased as she appeared replaced by a thundering silence. Tall and lean with flaming bleach blond hair she was a vision of beauty the likes of which other women only dream of possessing. Her radiant smile as bright as the Sun her pink pouty lips glistened from the last ray of sunlight entering through the window. The world had slowed down as every eye watched the sexy tall blond walking towards her table appearing to move in super slow motion. The men sat motionless at their tables and those standing became statues dotting the room their hearts pounding like a jackhammer in their chests. The women were also mesmerized by Sue’s dazzling beauty too enamored by her themselves to see their husbands drooling as the tall lovely woman past by causing even gay men to get an erection! Suddenly the silence was broken when the busboy walked into a post dropping a tray of glasses to the floor because he was not watching where he was going but leering at Susan Gander. His name is Andy Savage and he has been working here for years and has many times seen this lovely goddess and each time he does he cannot help but grow weak at the knees and flounder about like a fish out of water. Tonight she was looking exceptionally lovely dressed in a sequin purple blouse and tight white miniskirt she looked stunning for a woman in her thirties. She was about to sit at a table with three other gorgeous women moving closer to the little man. On his knees picking up broken glasses he nearly fainted when she walked by because he looked up her skirt and was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing any panties. It was at that moment a loud groan was heard throughout the dining room for everyone saw the little man on the floor and they all knew what he must have seen. The women at the table seemed shocked that he had been so brazen looking up Susan’s skirt but she tossed him a smile as she joined her friends at the table. Andy departed to the kitchen with as many pieces of the glasses as he could get off the carpet and returned with some towels to dab up the water then returned to bussing tables. He could not help but sneak peeks at the table where the four attractive women were sitting. After Susan had ordered her meal one of the women barked, did you see that old man looking up your skirt? Of course he looked I’d be offended if he didn’t look she said loud enough for those at adjoining tables to hear. I want men to look that’s why I dress the way I do. You should be careful he could get ideas and maybe even try to **** you. Andy would never try to do that he’s a shy sweet little man and besides I hold three black belts in three of the martial arts so I’m not worried about Andy Savage or any other man trying to **** me. Do you know he writes sex stories about you Sue one of the other women chirped adding her words of caution to Susan. I did not know that he wrote stories about me how is it that you now this Beth? One of the waitresses told me he sits in the break room writing sex stories on his laptop and they are all the same. The two of you go off somewhere romantic together and it starts out sweet and romantic but always turns into the two of you having wild passionate unbridled sex! There’s not a man in this building that doesn’t fantasize about me that way so why shouldn’t Andy? This remark caused her companions to go silent until they moved on to talking about other things. Sue sat pretending to listen but she started thinking why not let Andy live out one of his stories with her. It’s true he’s in his fifties and she in her thirties but why not give him a shot it would probably be fun. Susan motions to her friends to lean in towards the center of the table and says in a low whisper! I’m going to do it! You’re going to do w

Mom On The Make

This story is a work of Fiction and Shall be treated as such This story is Originally written by Robert Vickers I am just sharing it here for you people to enjoy. CHAPTER ONE "Goddammit, you fuckin' slut, what d'ya mean sayin' somethin' like that to your husband?" Lee slurred. Joanne King could barely tolerate the hundred horsepower breath gusting into her face. Her husband had really gone on a binge this time. He was d***ker than she could ever remember seeing him. She didn't much like it-and had told him so. "Please, Lee, don't cause a scene. . "Scene?! You stinking cunt! I'll do any damn thing I damn well please and you're not gonna say a fuckin' word about it!" Before Joanne could open her lips to speak, Lee backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red bl**d dribbling down her chin. "Why did you do that, Lee? Why?" she asked. "Teach you not to give me no more lip,' that's why!" Joanne's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her guts chum and go weak and watery. This was it. She had had it with Lee and his weekly d***ks when she had married him almost twenty years ago, he had been a nice, easygoing sort of guy. But the pressures of getting a job, then hanging onto it, had preyed on him. He wasn't the smartest or most talented man in the world, but Joanne had loved him. The pressures had simply been too much, and he had turned to booze for his comfort. Joanne had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his dependence on liquor, but it seemed that the more she meddled, the worse Lee got. Finally, Joanne had resigned herself to the fact that Lee probably was better off going on his binges. The past month had been pure hell for her, though. Lee had gotten totally blasted out of his head every night and had grown more and more callous toward her. Joanne couldn't understand it. All that mattered was the change. Lee was treating her like a slave instead of his wife and mother of their two c***dren. Joanne knew that Lee had already driven their son, Eddie, away for good. The constant fights, the loud shouting matches that solved nothing, had been too, much for Eddie. He was in the, process of moving out of the King house and finding a place of his own. But that would have happened anyway, Joanne told herself. Eddie was a big boy. Eighteen in less than ~a month and time for him to be out on "AU IA - I] K• >4 S 211 ~ 'J~V>.% dl. Mi TAt I £A3 i Pt his own. "Yer makin' me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like that. Ya ain't got any shame left, do you? Yer nothin' but a cheap whore now screwin' every stud in this goddamn neighborhood!" Joanne looked at her husband in surprise. She was as faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she was a good wife. Faithful to her marriage vows. "What the hell are you talking about, Lee? I don't understand what you mean." "Don't lie to me, you fuckin' bitch!" Lee snarled. "I know you been going around the place selling your body to any man who can get five bucks together." His blurry eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was incredible that a thirty-five-year-old woman could be so youthful in body and face. Her figure was something most models would have sneered at-Joanne King was too full-bodied. She wasn't the scrawny, emaciated-looking model. That 37-24-36 would never have made the covers of any of the high-fashion magazines. It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on the street. They appreciated the trim lines, the taut, firm fits that jutted proudly in front of her body, swaying the barest amount as she walked. Her trim waist flared out seductively to woman1y~ hips and a round, tight ass that wiggled and swung as she strolled along. Joanne didn't consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to ogle. It was just a part of her that she couldn't control. C

Special Delivery

Back in September '08 we were moving from our apartment into our new house about 45 mintues away. I had always enjoyed showing off, taking pics, dressing sexy and the occasional flashing in public. One thing hubby and I talked about was showing off for a delivery guy, maintenance man or something along those lines. After discussing it with John, we decided since we were moving soon, now would be as good a time as ever. I could do something tame or extreme and it wouldn't matter, since we'd be gone in a week. He proceeded to order something online that would be delivered in 3 business days. The time leading up to it was torture...I kept wondering what to wear and what I was going to do. Our apartment was situated inside a large home on the first floor and our door had a peep hole that looked into the common hallway. In the hallway was the main door to the house and behind that, the stairs leading up the other apartments. John figured he'd watch me answer the door through the peep hole so the delivery guy wouldn't feel funny or any hesitation about staring at his wife. After much discussion, I decided to wear black heels with a short black mini skirt and no panties underneath. This particular skirt is short enough that the bottom of my ass sticks out. It's one of John's favorite's to take me out to bars in. As for the top, I decided to wear a very tight and thin white tank top that showed off my stomach. The material is so thin you can pretty much see everything. Anyway the day finally arrives when the package was to be delivered. I was tracking it online so I knew exactly when it would be at our place. I made sure to leave work early so I'd have time to get home and change into my outfit. I walked around the apartment in anticipation and wondering what would happen once he saw me. My pussy was tingling and getting wetter by the minute... Finally the FedEx truck pulls up and I walk out into the hallway and wait for him to come to the door. My heart was racing and he came up the stairs and I got ready to open to door. My hubby John gave me a pat on the ass and closed our door so he could watch. The delivery guy, who is in his mid to late 30's, wore the usual FedEx uniform...polo shirt and shorts. As I opened the door, his eyes practically popped out of his head as his eyes went directly to my hard nipples that were clearly visible through the paper thin material of my tank top. "Um hi, I have a delivery for Jenna, are you her?" he asks. "yes that's me" I reply. "ok you just have to sign here please" he tells me. His eyes still haven't left my tits as he reaches for a pen in his pocket. As he hands me the pen, I decide to "accidentally" drop it so I have to bend down to pick it up. I fumble with the pen and it falls on the floor next to the staircase behind me. "oops, my bad" I say as I slowly turn around and bend all the way over, giving me a full view of my long legs and freshly shaved pussy lips that are poking out in between my thighs. I linger for a few seconds before turning me head and see his eyes are glued to my ass. "like what you see?" I ask "um, well, yea of course it's very nice" he replies. Now I stand up and turn around and see that there is a large buldge in his shorts. "looks like you really are enjoying me" I say, motioning to his crotch. ''yes you are a beautiful woman and your tits are, well..." before he could finish I ask if he'd like a better look at them. "of course" he says. I then remove my tank top, exposing my rock hard nipples to him. "go ahead and have a feel" I tell him. He reaches out and grabs my left breast in his soft hand and begins massaging my pink nipple. At the same time I reach down and rub his very hard cock through his navy shorts. He begins to moan softly and I tell him I love having my nipples sucked on. He leans forward and puts one in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and gently sucking on it. At this point I'm so incredibly horny doing this and knowing John