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Kissing The Bride

Posted in Big tits, cheating, exhibitionism, family, masturbation on July 18th, 2014

“Kissing the bride is such a sexist tradition.”

“You would prefer that guests just fuck the bride?” I joked.

Kimmy’s reply shocked me. “You would just love that, wouldn’t you Jeff?” Then she stuck her tongue out at me. “You are such a perv.”

Though no prude, she was by all appearances conventional about sex. I enjoyed teasing her about the contrast between her gender liberation and her sexual conservatism. Occasionally, I hinted at the ‘open marriage’ lifestyle I shared with her mother, but never to explicitly. There were certain rules that Ruth, my wife, Kimmy’s mom, insisted on. Not letting family know was one of them.

Like her mother, my step daughter liked to defy expectations. Ever since she was a young girl, life played by Kimmy’s rules, not the other way around. Now as she her wedding approached, her mother, and her future mother-in-law, wanted to run it all. Kimmy would have none of that. So, since her biological father was again half way around the world on an oil rig, she turned to me to mediate.

My reward was watching her, now a week before the wedding, model gowns for me. The stuffy traditional model favored by the mothers, and the low-cut backless sheer designer gown she preferred. With both of them, she wore stay up stockings and an under wire half cup bra. I was so busy bobbing my eyes from her legs to her chest I barely registered the dresses. Still, while she switched back into her casual clothes behind her half shut door, I had sensibly agreed with her choice.

When she emerged, tiny diamond glistening in her ‘slut gut’, I had a hard time not preferring the loveliness of her tan legs bared against the ivory hose, and her extraordinarily large but naturally firm breasts hardly needed the enhancement of the bra. ‘But why,’ I puzzled, ‘did she want the demi-cup? What if her nipples got stiff?’

As quickly as her tongue snaked out to tease me, it hid again in her pearly white teeth, as we sat in the kitchen to await her Mom’s arrival. Kimmy’s full lips turned up in a tiny ‘just kidding’ smile. Images of that tongue tip caressing the slit of my manhood made my cock stir in my shorts. Kimmy’s knee chose that moment to bump mine. Did I just imagine her hand brushing my knee?

“Which would you like better, Jeff, your turn fucking the bride, or watching everyone else do it first?”

Kimmy leaned back in her chair, away from the kitchen table. Her breasts bounced with a nineteen year old’s firmness. This time her cheeks flushed, not blushed. Then, she saw an opening to put me back on the defensive.

“Like my titties, do you Jeff? I bet you wish Mom had big boobs like these. I’m lucky the women on my Dad’s side gave me favorable genetics.”

If she hoped to embarrass me, she turned it on herself. My semi tumescent organ surged to full erection, the tip ticking my leg at the edge of my shorts. Her nipples stiffened as she contemplated what she had just said. The red of her face deepened to scarlet. Time to cool this down or I would be in real trouble.

“Well, it’s too bad your Dad isn’t here to help control your mother.”

“No one can control Mom, you know that. His attempts to try to control her are what split them up. You are so much smarter to treat her with respect for her independence. I respect you so much for that. Mom can be such a pain in the ass.”

“Well you inherited that from her, I guess.”

Kimmy shoot her tongue out from her teeth again, letting it linger a bit longer.

“So, do you fantasize about fucking brides in general, or just me?”

That question definitely gave Kimmy the upper hand. I felt my cheeks blush warmly.

“I bet you pretend it’s me when you fuck Mom. Don’t you, you old perv?”

I was too shell shocked to answer. My cock started shrinking from shame, but then images of how Kimmy might look naked, bent over the kitchen table, my eight inches plowing her doggy style, returned me to full erection.

“You do. I knew it. Does Mom know?”

“There’s nothing to know.”

“You liar.”

“It’s not like I’ve ever seen you naked. How much fun could it be fantasizing about you?”

“You mean you wish you could see these?”

Kimmy whipped her T shirt over her head, holding her arms up. Her braless breasts rose with the motion, pink nipples extended towards me.

“Kimmy, your Mom will be home any minute.”

“So? I bet she’d get really wet if she came in and saw you licking my cherries.”

Still, she let the shirt fall back down her body. My cock drooped as it dropped.

“There’s nothing cherry about you.” Renewing the banter made fresh blood surge into my cock.

“Oh, yeah, Mom’s been great about letting Eric and I fuck in my bedroom. Too bad we had to wait until I was eighteen before she would allow it. My Dad would have freaked, and doing it in Eric’s compact car would have sucked, so we had to wait. I’m really lucky Eric was patient.”

“Did you at least blow him in the car?”

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Kimmy had never lived full time with us, but in the ten years I had lived with her mom, she had visited often, sometimes for extended periods, since her dad traveled to job sites often. She was not quite a daughter to me. I had never tried to be a Dad. I had never disciplined her (except in my dreams). Still, we were too close for this sort of chat. My mentioning her blowing her boyfriend created disturbing pictures in my mind. I had never seen Eric’s cock naked, but judging from the bulge in his pants, it was medium length but fat. In my twisted brain, I imagined Kimmy’s lush lips stretched wide, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing his cock whole, her fist pumping the shaft on the up strokes of her head, squeezing his balls on the down strokes. When I was fucking her Mom and thinking off Kimmy, it was my cock in the fantasy. Putting Eric in the picture was a new taboo. It made my cock throb harder.

“No, I never did. I told Eric that if we started down that road, either I would do something I would regret, and resent him for, or he would get really frustrated. Being older, he had lots of experience with older girls. So I just told him to get his on the side. That was Mom’s idea.”

I wondered whether her Mom had recommended getting some on the side with a testimonial based on personal practice.

“Are you paying attention, Jeff? Where’s your brain?”

My brain was too busy picturing Eric’s cum dribbling from Kimmy’s lips.

“But you won’t quite be a virgin bride.”

“The only thing virgin about me is my anus. I told Eric I’m saving that for the wedding night. Eric ass fucked that slut Melody Ann Thomas, and was all hot to bugger me, but I made him wait. Do you think I’ll like it?”

I’m sure my face was crimson. My cock was now so hard that instead of snaking down the leg of my shorts, it strained the top button. I stroked it without thinking whether Kimmy would notice.

“Does Mom like anal?” Kimmy asked, now looking sheepish.

“I think you would need to ask her that.”

I wasn’t about to tell her that her Mom had a bad experience with a boss with too big a cock, and had sworn off anal years before we met. Especially since the boss had been her lover while still married to Kimmy’s Dad.

“Has Eric been your only lover?” I asked, trying to turn the focus away from her Mom and me, and our odd marriage.

Kimmy blushed again, hanging her head. Her bangs hid her face but not her embarrassment.

“You remember how Eric and I had that big fight after he sided with his Mom about holding the wedding at the castle? I already agreed to include that bitch Melody Ann as a bridesmaid just to even out the numbers, because Eric’s mom wanted all those guys as ushers. I was really angry. Wendy took me out drinking to calm down. Instead of cooling off though, I got really horny dancing at Chico’s.”

Chico’s was the latest dance club popular with kids. I felt like a grandpa every time I went there, but had stopped in often enough to now that the driving music, the heaving boobs in slinky tops, the guys in tight jeans, all spelled troubling amounts of pheromones in the air. I had no luck finding women there, but often brought new fantasies home to Ruth, or whatever fuck buddy I was stopping off to see on the way.

“So, what happened?”

“We met these guys. Firemen. We were so drunk; we thought it was funny when they offered to show us their hoses.”

“There were two guys?”

“Three.”

“Did you…?”

“Yes. They were married guys, so we got a hotel room. There were two double beds in the room. Wendy paired of with one guy, Warren. He was the oldest, about thirty. Red hair like Eric, but not as tall. Very muscular. At first, I just sat on the other bed in between the other two guys watching and Wendy making out. You know how Wendy has smaller tits than me?”

I just gulped. All my blood had rushed to my cock. There was none to power my brain. “Wendy’s chest always looks nice to me.” I admitted finally. “But , of course, I’ve never seen her naked.”

“Yeah, Warren liked them too. They don’t droop at all even braless. She got his shirt off first. I almost came looking at his pecs. Dennis having a paw inside my bra tweaking my nipple helped too.”

“Dennis?”

“The guy on my right. Blond. A rookie. In fact, Warren was his training officer. They had told their wives it was night orientation. The one on my left was Hispanic. Cruz. He was compact, tight, all muscle.”

“You were saying about Wendy’s tits…”

“Warren finally got her sweater off. She was braless of course. Her cherries really are the color and size of maraschinos. If I hadn’t seen them after she showered, I would think she had rouged them.”

Imaging Wendy showering was almost too much. I was now openly rubbing my cock through my shorts. I noticed that Kimmy’s nipples tented her T-shirt even further as she continued. ‘What did these girls do on their sleepovers?’ I wondered. I would soon find out.

“Watching Warren cup Wendy’s wonderfully firm puppies in his big strong hands really got me going. He leaned over and almost inhaled her left nipple. His flaming hair contrasted with her porcelain skin just as sensuously as her raven hair. I couldn’t hold myself back. I dropped my drink onto the carpet and started kissing Dennis. Cruz didn’t want to get left out, so he started kissing my neck and ear from behind. Four hands practiced at working together quickly stripped my halter over my head, and loosened the zipper on my miniskirt. Dennis started with my left nipple. Warren was doing the same to Wendy. She saw how excited I was getting, so she blew me a stage kiss. Cruz noticed it. He took his hands out of my lap, where he had been trying to get my panties down. He walked across to the other bed and dropped trou. Wendy lay back. Warren didn’t miss a beat, licking down her body as Cruz fed her his cock.”

“What were you doing then?”

“Struggling to watch and get Dennis’ pants off, without Dennis having to stop what he was doing to me.” Kimmy paused. “You really like this, don’t you? You are a total perv. I thought Mom was due home soon.”

“Don’t stop. If she gets home, I’ll just….”

“Jeff! Am I your fluffer now? I get you hard so you can fuck Mom?”

“Uh, no, Kimmy. That’s not what I meant.” I blushed.

“Better keep it in your pants though. In case she objects to me seeing it.” She giggled, and resumed her story. “By the time I got his pants off, Dennis was fully hard. Even though Eric was the only guy I had fucked, I had seen other cocks. Like one time, Eric and I did it in my room while Wendy’s boy friend fucked her on the floor. Dennis’ was longer than those, but narrow. He saw me staring at it. He said ‘Never seen a perfect ass fucking cock before?’”

“What is it with you guys and ass fucking anyway? ‘ Its not going in my ass’ I told him.”

“That chilled him a bit. He kind of lay back pouting. So I watched Wendy deep throating Cruz. When she fucked her boyfriend, they skipped the oral. This was the first time I saw her giving head. At least to a guy. Her technique was better than mine.”

“Maybe it was just different,” I offered.

“Well, Mom taught me with a banana. But I kind of wish she had shown me using you or Eric. I’ve gotten better, but Wendy was a real expert. She took a firm hold of it, staring out with a single long flat tongued roll around the rim at the bottom of the head. Then she stuck her tongue into his peephole. His butt flexed as she did that. The most amazing part was she did this while Warren rimmed her navel. He was soon kissing her tummy. In one big gulp, she chugged Cruz’ length into her mouth. She bobbed up and down just a few times. Then, she ran her tongue around the whole head, in slow motion. All the while, she never let go of the base. The pulsing of his cock must have hurt. He was moaning, like begging. She teased him, trailing her tongue down to the bottom of his shaft. Warren nibbled inside her left thigh and she accidentally bit Cruz’ scrotum. He jumped.”

“What were you doing?”

“I had three fingers of my left hand in my snatch, silly man, what else? Oh, I was using my right hand to tweak my nipples, teasing poor Dennis. He was still slumped in the corner, but now he was stroking his cock. Sorta like you’re doing now, except naked.”

I gulped, trying hard to breathe. I prayed Kimmy finished before Ruth got home. But should I finish or save it for Ruth? In part, that depended on what she was up to while out. If her shopping had included a good fucking, she would let me eat the cream pie, but might be too sore for more. If she had found girly action instead, she would be craving cock, the harder the better. I noticed Kimmy was now leaning back in her chair, fingers lazily tracing circles inside her left thigh as she continued.

“Jumping hurt Cruz more, because Wendy never released his meat. His cry startled Warren, who paused to lift his head, then dove back between Wendy’s thighs. She licked the top of Cruz’ shaft, then offered to kiss his balls better. Of course, he liked that idea.” Kimmy grinned at the memory. Her fingers now slid up under the school uniform skirt.

‘Why is she wearing that on a Saturday?’ I wondered, and then grinned myself. I realized this was no accidental event. Kimmy was really no innocent. Seeing her Mom leave, she had obviously decided to seize the opportunity. Maybe Ruth had even been part of the scheme. It had her touch to it. I sat back, waiting to se where this all lead. Kimmy’s fingers moved faster as she picked up her story.

“Wendy twisted around. Warren lost contact with her pussy for a moment. But firemen are trained to react to the unexpected. Instantly, he was on his back underneath her, licking up the juices sluicing down her thighs. I knew then what I needed to do. I dropped to my knees between the beds. I unzipped Warren’s pants. His one-eyed monster burst up so fast it almost hit my chin. I copied Wendy’s style. Warren seemed to like that.”

“What did Eric think when you came home with new moves?” Ruthie’s philandering habits had been betrayed by new techniques. I wondered if Kimmy’s beau would be as adaptable as me. I sensed marriage would never rein Kimmy in.

“I brought Wendy over, and we play acted her teaching me. Eric loved providing the demonstration cock.” Her hand lifted her skirt as her fingers eased under the edge of her lacy thong. She smiled, as sweetly as the little girl I first met a decade ago. “I see you like this.”

“Go on.”

“I was concerned that Dennis might try fucking my ass as I knelt there, so I didn’t polish Warren’s wood for long. Instead, I climbed right atop his upright hose. I was so wet he sunk in up to the hilt without a pause. He was so big it hurt until I got my rhythm going. Dennis was still in the corner. He seemed unable to decide whether to stare at my tits flop up and down, or Wendy suctioning Cruz down her throat. So I took pity on him and called him to get his cock over for tonguing. His cock hit the back of my throat, but it was thin enough I could breathe around it pretty easily. Even though his was only the third cock I had swallowed, I figured out how to deep throat him. He had been wanking so much, he came almost immediately. Meanwhile, Wendy proved those years of ballet lessons were worth something. She spun around to sit on Warren still, but facing me. She never stopped sucking Cruz.”

Kimmy’s skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her thong was shoved aside. Her long index finger stroked her slit progressively faster as she spoke. Her eyes moved from mine, traveling down my body. “I don’t care if Mom likes it or not. I need to see your cock, Jeff. Staring at that lump in your shorts has got me wet, but even if you need to save your load for Mom, please let me see it. Or I won’t continue.”

“Why do you want to see your old step father’s cock? A cock is just a cock.”

“Seeing how pervy you are has turned me on incredibly, just seeing it will help me cum. I bet you’d like me to touch you. Lick you. Swallow you. Then fuck you. Gawd, you must imagine that I’m as big a slut as Melody Ann. Which I’m not. I love teasing you, but I never thought of going even this far before today. You’ve been so kind, and you’re not even my real dad. But know, we’re getting carried away. Besides, even if I would let you do those things, we don’t have time for all that before Mom gets home. Please show me? Pleeeease.”

She licked her lips wantonly, but then gave me that little girl pout she used for years to get treats. My resistance melted away. I stood and slowly teased her unzipping my shorts. Kimmy leaned forward in her chair, her giant boobs squashed together, displayed to my gaze. Her breathing was shallower, her nipples even stiffer.

I paused, my hand holding the zipper. “Say more to see more.”

“Seymour? Should we call your cock Seymour, Jeff? I think that’s its new name.”

“What happened next? You had Dennis in your throat, Warren in your pussy. Wendy was on Warren’s face, with Cruz in her mouth.”

“Warren was so worked up he didn’t last much longer. Watching Wendy’s perfect tiny white tits with those huge red nipples sticking out at me had me even more excited. I was really anxious to lick them, but first, I wanted to trade cumballs with her. I came a few moments after Warren.”

“Hold on. Trade cumballs with Wendy? Was that something you had done before?”

“Show more Seymour before I tell more.”

I lower the zipper another inch. The helmet of my organ was now half exposed, straining to be released. Kimmy licked her lips.

“We screwed in the same room, like I said, but because the guys were there, we didn’t kiss. We only do that in private. No point freaking the boys. But I wanted to kiss her so badly that time in my room that when Dennis painted my tonsils, I knew we had to share.”

Kimmy grasped her right nipple in her fingers and pulled it hard, twisting at the same time. Her left hand was deep in her pussy. “Your nipples are so neat, Kimmy. Ever think of getting one pierced?”

“No. That slut Melody Ann has two nipple rings. I never would copy her. If I get another piercing, it’ll be in my pussy lips. How about that for a wedding present from my step dad?”

“Lets seee…”

“Okay.”

Kimmy leaned back, and lifted her ankles onto the table. She opened her legs as far as possible and with both hands pulled her pussy wide. “I thought right about heeeere….”.She caressed a spot just below her clit on her inner labia.

“I can’t tell if that’s the lip or the clit hood, let me lean in closer.”

“Not yet, you dirty old man.” Kimmy dropped her feet to the floor. Her finger continued stroking inside her lips, but the table hid them from my view. I watched how even this gentle hand motion translated into playful bouncing boobs.

“It’s a deal if I can watch you getting pierced. Now tell me more about you and Wendy. Quickly, before Mom gets home.”

“As if squared.”

“Huh?”

First Black Sex and Lactation

Posted in big black cocks, Big tits, cheating, interracial, lactation on April 29th, 2014

This story is going back to when I was a young wife and mother. My husband, Harry and I had been married only a few months when he decided to enlist in the Air Force. I was 19 and he was 20 when we got married. I was seven months pregnant at the time he entered the Air Force so I stayed home until the baby came. After my 6-week checkup, I joined him along with our new born son. We had a 1-room efficiency apartment, which was all we could afford at the time.

Harry’s Squadron Sergeant met all new comers and their wives (if married) so when I arrived we had an appointment to meet Sergeant Philip S. Singer. Sgt Singer was about 40 years of age, big muscular jet- black man with sparkling eyes and a nice smile. He greeted the baby and me and welcomed me to the Air Force team. Of course at 19 years of age and not too well traveled, I was awe struck with all the attention.

We sat around a coffee table and had coffee and donuts and chatted. I might have been somewhat naïve however I did not miss that look that every gal gets to know where men signal their likes of what they see. I could tell that he was sizing me up a little more than is normally done when meeting someone.

In high school I know that it was not uncommon for the black guys to hit on the white gals and try to have sex with them. I was wondering if Sergeant Singer has any ideas along them lines.

When it came time to depart, Sergeant Singer made a special effort to look me in the eyes and tell me what a pleasure it was to meet me and hoped that we would meet again soon.

It was not long until the Squadron picnic, which was a time for the members and their families to get together for social activities and eat and drink which included plenty of beer. Harry and I went. As the baby was too young for the activities, we decided to get a baby sitter for him.

My husband has a weakness, he loves beer and when it is free he thinks he has to drink it all up. Well this day was not an exception, as the afternoon wore on, Harry got drunk and soon passed out on a picnic table. Sergeant Singer got a couple of guys to get him into his car and took Harry and me to our apartment. After I sent the baby sitter home and Harry was safely in bed sleeping his drunk off, I had to feed Junior.

Sergeant Singer had sat down on the couch to watch a football game on TV. I needed to breast feed Junior and as I could not just ask the Sergeant to leave, I giggled and said, “Sergeant Singer, Hope you like white titties as I have to feed Junior.”

“Well, don’t mind me and of course I appreciate nice young breast of all colors,” as he chuckled in a deep throaty manner. “I have seen women breast feeding before, so just do what you have to do and by the way, I would like for you to call me Phil.”
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Neighbors Hot Wife

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, first times, slut wife on March 24th, 2014

For almost three years now, I’d had a unfulfilled fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was fulfilled. Karen and Dave are next-door neighbors, both in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass.

Believe me, I’ve enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini. Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I’m only 20, I can’t compare to him.

However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 110, but there was little humidity, as we were in Phoenix. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee- length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I’d ever gotten that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out “You want it — come get it!” She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard “painting” the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was “painting” with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen’s door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quieted. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock fence. Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed.

I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out “Looking good,” also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen’s eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement. I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn’t know how to fix it. “Would you be willing to take a look at it?” was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard- on or no hard-on.
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Janine

Posted in Big tits, cheating, slut wife on January 16th, 2014

“You’re not a whore. You’re a slut,” his deep resonant voice sounded confident as he faced her. His denim shirt was open at the neck, hinting at the tanned muscular slabs of his chest. His shoulders seemed incredibly broad to Janine as she looked into his crystal blue eyes.

“There’s a difference. A whore charges for her services, but never gets involved with her customer. She never even falls in lust. You will fuck anybody, anytime. You’re in lust with every man you meet.” He smiled into her eyes as he traced the opening of her blouse, then followed the V of her bra to the depth of her cleavage. His hand followed the soft curve and then he hefted and squeezed her firm, fully-rounded tit, feeling her sensitive protruding nipple rubbing sensuously against the palm of his hand. He flicked the hardening bud of her nipple with his finger. He stepped closer to her, feeling her other breast pressing against his hard chest. His other hand slid confidently between her legs to massage her mound through the fabric of her dress.

Janine swayed firmly against his chest. Her tits seemed to thrust brazenly at the bra restraining them.

“What about my husband,” she whispered. They could hear him about in the living room, watching football and waiting for them to return. The knowledge that he could enter the room at any time and catch them added a heady spice of danger to their lust.

“That poor, stupid jerk. If he knew I was in the room next to him feeling up his wife like some street tramp, he’d probably have a coronary. Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

“I can’t. He’ll come in and catch us,” she said.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue first pressing against her inviting lips, then exploring her mouth. Her tongue began dancing with his, and she moaned deeply. It was obvious that she liked his kiss.

The kiss ended, and he smiled into her eyes again. “Open your shirt. I want to see your tits.”

Janine fumbled briefly with the buttons of her blouse, then paused. “What if he comes in here?” she asked.

“He won’t come in here. Hell, he won’t even get out of his chair to get his own beer. That’s why I’m in here,” he reassured her, as he massaged her pussy through her skirt.

She looked skeptical at the same time her body began to sway to the movement of his fingers.

“Hey, how about bringing us out some sandwiches when you come,” her husband called from the other room.

“You see?” he asked as stroked her pussy, massaging her inflamed flesh slowly, sensuously, teasing her passion, his finger tracing her slit.
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Super Sex Machine

Posted in anal sex, BBWs, Big tits, exhibitionism, fucking, groupsex on January 2nd, 2014

Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.

On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time.

A couple of hours later, my friend Chuck comes over to the table with a drop-dead gorgous brunette and along with her was the dog-faced chick. Her name was Louise. She sat down next to me and we started to talk, I can’t remember about what. By this time, I had downed a few and I was easier to please than earlier in the evening, and the pickings had been pretty slim. It was obvious that Chuck was going to pair up with the Baby Doll, leaving the other one for me. I guess I rationalized that it was my duty to do this for Chuck, and it wouldn’t hurt me either. And besides, I was starting to get turned on by one of the biggest set of jugs that I had ever seen except in magazines.

I let my hand drop down into Louise’s lap, and eased it between her thighs, just to let her know where my mind was going. She squeezed her thighs against my hand, as if to indicate she liked having it there. In a few minutes, we had decided to go to Louise’s trailer just out of town, to drink some beer and party. After a quick beer stop, we arrived at Louise’s trailer; we had to climb in through the window, but I can’t remember why. Once inside, Louise brought me a beer and about halfway through it, she excused herself to make herself more comfortable. When she returned, she had on a long satin nightgown in a light yellow color. Nothing could have helped her face, but I must admit everything else about her was a turn-on. Everything that had anything to do with sex was bigger than what I was used to. Furthermore, she was not fat, just big. Her large physical features were all in proportion and gave her a bigger than life sexy mystique that turned me on even more every minute. Those tits must have been 44DD and I had never had my hands on anything like that until now, that is.
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Real Trophy Virgin

Posted in at work, Big tits, first times on May 28th, 2013

I grew up in a small town in Kansas. When I was in the 6th grade, my breasts developed very fast. I was a full C cup and the end of the summer. Entering the 7th grade, I was busting out of my bra, and graduated to a D cup. All the boys looked at me constantly. I was always trying to hide my breasts. They were really hard to hide. My nipples would get hard and stuff, and the boys would just gawk at me.

I never had any sexual experience though, just masturbating at home. I really liked to masturbate a lot of the time. I would go into the girls room at school, sit in the stall and rub my clit until I came. I would stretch my legs out far, and one time, I kicked the door open by mistake! Luckily, no one was there! I think I became obsessed with masturbation, and would “do it” about 10-15 times a day. I was really afraid of being caught.

When I graduated high school, I was still a virgin. I was horny all of the time, but just never wanted to be with a guy. Thinking about a huge throbbing cock inside of me, scared me! I leaned to come using many crazy objects. I did not use vibrators. I used ashtrays, brush handles, hair clips, books and just about anything that was around at the time to rub my pussy. My underpants were always soaked, so I stopped wearing them completely. I would wear tight pants, so my lips would constantly be separated, leaving my clit totally stimulated all of the time. I could just come sitting on a bus, or in a restaurant by just squeezing my legs tight.
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Kick Ass Bachelor Party

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, exhibitionism, groupsex, slut wife on May 21st, 2013

Amazingly enough, I was getting married. My friends were not so amazed. They had heard me bitch and moan for years about getting out of the singles scene. My best friend Karl had laughed when I told him. “Tim, we’ve known that since you first started dating Calli.”

Calli was my fiancée. She was also probably the last woman I’d ever thought I’d fall in love with. She was straight-laced and, though laid back, was not the experimenting type. She always told me she had done all that wild stuff back in high school and college. Whenever I asked her what that wild stuff was, she’d say that she was entitled to some secrets. It would piss me off, but I wasn’t going to fuck up our relationship over past shit. She was 24 now, but definitely ready for the quiet married life.

And I couldn’t really complain. Calli was the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Only 5-foot-1 and 105 pounds, she packed more sex-appeal and raw femininity into her small frame than Pam Anderson, Cameron Diaz, and Mariah Carey combined. Long, wavy brown hair fell down to the small of her back, matched by her dark brown eyes in her sculpted, high-cheekboned face. She had small, pouty lips that could turn kissing from an art form to a lusty tongue-fest in a second. Blessed with perfectly shaped 34-C breasts that were made for fondling, she also had dark pink nipples that grew to the size of the ends of my pinkies when erect. I always loved it when we’d go to the mall and she went bra-less, because I’d whisper what I wanted to do to her in her ears and watch those nips pop through her shirt or top for everyone to admire. Calli was in great physical shape. She had definition to her muscles, but not too much. Her legs were strong and curvy like a dancer’s, and her ass was the absolute best I’d ever had the honor of seeing naked or in a thong.

Unfortunately, for all that, Calli was not very creative in bed: missionary position, or her on top, though she had let me do her doggy-style a few times (and god what good times they were!). She did give me head occasionally, and of course, she loved it when I ate her out. I’d ask her to try some more exotic positions, but she’d always say that she was past that kind of stuff.
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Waterpark

Posted in Big tits, exhibitionism, groupsex, outdoors on March 20th, 2013

I knew we needed a small vacation after work had been so stressful lately. A nice, long weekend to get a way a bit so we could relax. The summer was the hottest it had been in a long time and I could tell you were dying for the water. As a surprise, I made arrangements to stay at the coast and visit the beach.

Thursday afternoon I picked you up from work. You smiled but I could tell you were wound up.

“Guess what?”

“Chicken butt?” you reply sarcastically.

I grin, “No, something better.”

“Hey, you missed our exit.”

“No, I didn’t. We’re going to someplace better.”

“This isn’t one of those ‘Heaven’s Gate’ things is it?”

I roll my eyes. “NO! I’ve booked a nice little weekend getaway for us.”

I nearly wreck the car as you lean over and hug me tightly.

We arrive at the hotel and find our suite. It’s very nice and we unpack and jump into the shower. One of our favorite things is to take a shower at a hotel *never ending supply of hot water* together and just relax. The rest of the evening is spent making love in the suite and showering. We stop once, however, to eat the pizza we had delivered by room service. I enjoy watching the delivery guy’s eyes bulge out of his head when you open the door wet and naked to accept the pizza.
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How It Started

Posted in Big tits, exhibitionism on February 11th, 2013

It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that.

Because it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom. My wife has blonde hair and at that time, 36C tits, and a sweet ass that got plenty of looks from guys.

As we were playing cards, I accidentally slid one of her cards off the table. I never thought much about it, until I dealt the next card to my friend. It was then that I noticed his eyes were on my wife and not on my dealing. It was just a quick glance, but enough that I noticed it. I acted as though I was busy dealing and hadn’t seen him, but it had got my attention, and my mind racing. Different emotions were going through my mind.

At first I was pissed, but the more I thought about it, it kind of excited me! Hell, if the situation had of been reversed, I’d have done the same thing. After that, I noticed once in awhile when he was dealing, he would “accidentally” slide a card of the table – always hers of course.

I also noticed, when he thought no one was looking, he’d adjust himself from time to time. After awhile, I decided that he’d had enough peeks for this night. Then I thought, why not one more?
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Ball Game Balling

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, exhibitionism, groupsex, slut wife on January 25th, 2013

“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”
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Stadium

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, cum eaters, exhibitionism, fingers, first times, slut wife, teasing on November 11th, 2012

I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I’d sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.

I’m sure every stadium concession stand is the same, especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed with people, you couldn’t even see your feet, there were so many people. I wore a mini, a full flouncy. Even the lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize my pussy. I loved the feeling and am always so hot in the stadium I’ve started dressing for comfort more than appearance. I wore a little tank top that matched and low-heeled sandals. All and all I was comfortable, and didn’t think I looked too bad.

A person is often jostled about in these lines, and more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my tits. I didn’t know if sometimes it was on purpose or not, and I didn’t really care. If the guy turned around and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving smile or pretended not to notice.

I’d been in line about ten minutes when I finally noticed the man behind me. I didn’t turn around to actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity against my back. He didn’t seem overly tall or intimidating, so I continued to ignore him and wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass, I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But no, I don’t want a confrontation. Besides a part of me wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just touch me in plain view of all these people?
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Seduced By My English Teacher

Posted in anal sex, Big tits on August 3rd, 2012

My eleventh grade English teacher was a short, full figured woman of 23 in her first year as a full fledged teacher. She had a classic hour glass figure, huge tits and a very full butt with wider than average hips. She was not the type that I was attracted to. I liked ‘em tall, lean and hard. Interestingly, her waist was tiny.

Martha was not beautiful, but she had a sexy, flirting smile that hinted at nasty. I was a straight ‘A’ student and she took an early interest in me and my college pursuits. I never had any thoughts about fucking her. She was a teacher, she wasn’t my type, and I certainly never felt that an opportunity would present itself.

At the end of the school year, just following my eighteenth birthday, my folks invited her to spend the weekend at our farm. My dad taught at the same HS and knew her from school. Her apartment lease was up; she was taking a summer job somewhere else and needed a place to stay for a few days.

My dad was working on his Doctorate and was gone that weekend. He was putting the final touches on his dissertation and was locked in a library at the University a couple of hours away. Martha took over the upstairs guest bedroom, sharing a bathroom with me. It was an odd arrangement; I actually had to go through her room at the top of the stairs to get to the bathroom. My parents slept downstairs.

As was the custom, I would give her a tour of the three hundred acre farm, to include the barns and other out buildings. I suggested that we could take a long hike the next morning to see the entire spread, which had numerous creeks and streams and pristine old growth forests. Having grown up in the city, she had never been in a barn, or visited a working farm.
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Gang a Bang

Posted in anal sex, Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, exhibitionism, slut wife, voyeur on March 3rd, 2012

[Story contributed by Paula]

My husband always go to this little hole in the wall bar when we travel out of state, we were cleaning up at the hotel when my husband told me I could dress as slutty as I wanted. I love to wear short skirt no panties and tight fitting shirts no bras when we go out of town. I could never do this in our home town, so I smiled and begin to get dressed, I pulled on the tightest shortest skirt I had, the I slipped on the lowest cut blouse I had.

“I’m ready”, I said, and we were off for some fun. The car seat was cool to my naked ass, my blouse was so thin you could see my nipples with out trying.

Ee pulled into the little bar around 11 I think, we went inside, I noticed right away that there was only one other woman in the bar and around 15 men. It didn’t bother me much I love men, we have done some swinging with another couple and done some mfm.

We found a table in the back, my husband went to get some drinks, he returned and asked if I wanted to play pool. I reminded him how short my skirt was, he smiled and said give them something to look at, so I removed a pool stick from the corner and said rack em. We started playing pool when 4 guys came over and begin speaking with my husband, I made sure I showed them all I had, I bent over the table my skirt raised over my ass.
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My Friend Gabby

Posted in Big tits, first times, lesbian on February 22nd, 2012

Several years ago, before I was married, I had a nice experience with a friend of mine, a girl I worked with. Her name was Gabby, and she was a black girl of about twenty. She had a pair of the biggest and softest brown eyes this side of heaven, and was just plump enough to be alluring; huge tits, a big, squirmy bottom, full legs. She looked like she was made of light tan velvet.

I was living alone at the time in a small three-room apartment. One Friday evening there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it there was Gabby smiling at me. “They’re decorating my apartment, Cathy,” she said in her soft low voice. “That darned paint makes me sick. Would I be imposing if I asked to spend the night here?”

“Why, of course not, Gabby. You’re just as welcome as the flowers in May,” I smiled. “Come on in.”

We watched some TV together, then made ready for bed. I showered, and then the black girl took her turn in the shower. I had never seen a black person nude before, and when she came into the bedroom naked a little thrill ran through me. She was still moist from her bath, I saw. I wanted to stare at her, but I could not.
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Wanna Bet

Posted in Big tits, exhibitionism, voyeur on December 27th, 2011

Brian loves his wife, Teresa. He loves the way she looks. He loves the way she loves him. He loves the way she turns the heads of other men. He loves everything about her.

At 39, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. At the time, he was sharing a house with a female friend – purely platonic – and she brought a new girl from work home for supper. It was Teresa. For Brian it was love at first sight. He was struck by her petite 5′ 3″ frame – a tiny waist which emptied into curvy hips and well-toned muscular legs. Most striking were her large-for-her-size breast which measured 38DD. They seemed to be busting at the buttons of the revealing top she wore. Brian was definitely interested!

It wasn’t long before Brian asked Teresa out and within a year, they were married. They had three kids over the years but Teresa took care of herself and remained as stunning as ever. Now in their late thirties, Brian was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. They had great sex, but it had become a bit routine. So Brian decided to risk sharing a fantasy of his with Teresa.

Teresa didn’t understand how a man’s mind works. She thought of herself as “middle-aged” and no longer someone who turned men’s heads. Brian knew better, and the mere thought of other men checking his wife out caused his male member to awaken. To put spice back into their lives, Brian wanted to get Teresa to turn more than a few heads by wearing some sexy and slightly slutty clothes in public. He knew this would turn him on and felt it would do wonders for Teresa as well.

Brian decided to do some online shopping for his wife. He found just what he was looking for. He found some “club” type dresses and skirts. He found a skirt made of a sheer material that rode low on the hips and would just cover her shapely ass. He found a top that would allow her to wear a “shelf” type bra to support her ample breasts but allow her cleavage and nipples to be prominently displayed through the satiny material. He made his purchases … including new lace thong underwear, and made his plans.
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Lisa Tries a Strip Club

Posted in Big tits, fingers, first times on October 17th, 2011

We’d had a long lunch with plenty to drink before Lisa dropped me at the front door, and headed off toward the bar a mile down the road. I’d told her to give me half an hour before she came back, and to wait in the parking lot. “Drive carefully” I said to her as I closed the door and entered the dimly lit strip club.

I stepped inside and waited a second, letting my eyes adjust from the brilliant Canadian sunshine to the dark interior of the strip club. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and predictably the place was virtually empty, with maybe twenty men sprinkled about the bar. Ten or so strippers casually sauntered around and two waitresses lounged at the bar, mostly killing time before the late afternoon rush. Once I could see clearly, I made my way to a far corner and took a seat beside the wall and noticed for the first time the girl up on stage, gyrating to a slow song.

As I took my seat, I looked around the place. It was large, capable of holding 400 or 500 people and was tastefully decorated, with plush carpet and comfortable tables and chairs sprinkled around the seating area. The black lighting coupled with the black walls and ceilings provided a very dim atmosphere, similar to that of a planetarium or dark movie theatre. The stage, however, was well lit and set against one wall as the focal point of the bar. The dancers entered down a flight of marble stairs at the side, and performed three songs around the large spacious stage. As the three dances progressed, the woman would gradually shed her clothes and become more suggestive. From dancing around the stage clothed in a tight skirt and top in the first song, she would eventually progress by the third song to being fully naked and rolling around on a silk sheet, simulating torrid sex and masturbating herself for the audience.
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Fucking Of Sally Morris

Posted in Big tits, cheating, fingers, first times, fucking, massage on October 6th, 2011

The following story is true and although I do feel a twinge of guilt about the whole thing I would not trade the memory of this experience for anything.

Let me begin by informing you that my favorite hobby is massage. I started giving my wife massages many years ago and about two years ago started doing massage for some of my co-workers, just neck and shoulder of course, and soon the word was out that Rob gives great massage! It has been a lot of fun and although I am told I am great at it I don’t charge people because I am not a licensed massage practitioner. Besides that would take some of the fun out of it and for me it is just a hobby.

Over time many of my massage recipients have requested I do a full body massage and I have always been happy to comply. On a few of these occasions things went past the norm of massage and entered into the intimate zone. I have always allowed this so long as the female seems to coax me along. Up until last week I had never done more than finger these ladies to climax and on one occasion I actually performed oral for a lady. All three of these ladies were married and all were a little bit ashamed after the experience however two of them came back for repeat performances! All three were also friends of my wife who knows nothing about the fact that sexual play has become a part of my massage work with certain customers.

Anyway now to the story at hand. My wife and I are both in our 30s and she is captain of a church softball team. We had a mutual friend at the church, Sally Morris, who my wife got to know through a bible study she was teaching. Sally is 22 years old and a very curvy yet very conservative young lady. She is about 5’5″, has brown hair and eyes and her measurements are 36-24-38.

Her narrow waist blossoms into a very pronounced full bottom and her thighs are soft and creamy with not a blemish or flaw to be found. While my wife was teaching the bible study a couple of years ago she got to know Sally very well because Sally was having some difficulties with balancing the needs of her boyfriend and living a pure life in the name of god. Sally had confided in her that although she had never let her boyfriend do more than kiss her, a couple of weeks ago they were laying side by side on the couch watching a movie and while kissing her he had placed his hand on her breast outside of her sweater.
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Accidental Voyeurs

Posted in at work, Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, exhibitionism, fucking, voyeur on September 12th, 2011

Our company sent us to New York on business and we were both booked into the same hotel, but in separate rooms. Julie, my co-worker and I were going to give a presentation the next afternoon, then catch a red-eye flight back to the coast.

We checked in, finding our adjoining rooms on the 23rd floor of a large luxury hotel. We’d both been surprised when we were booked into this hotel, expecting more modest quarters.

The rooms weren’t lavish, quite the contrary, they were simple, efficient hotel rooms. In a word, dull. But the interconnecting door gave me some thoughts, and I hoped Julie was thinking the same thoughts.

We settled into our rooms and I’d just washed up a bit when there was a light knock on the door between our rooms. I opened it and Julie standing there. She suggested that we have an early dinner somewhere nearby and perhaps a drink, as this would be our only night in the big apple.

We dined at a small Italian place, with high prices and equally good food. Afterwards, we visited a small night spot and danced a bit, then decided to return to the hotel. It was still early, only about 8 o’clock when we walked down the hall towards our rooms.

Julie had overdone her drinking a bit and I was helping her down the hall. She wasn’t sloppy drunk, but she was just a little tipsy, laughing and giggling as we entered her room. She used the bathroom, while I entered my room through the connecting door and called the front desk to check for any messages (just in case the boss checked up on us).

Having no messages, I kicked off my shoes to get comfortable, and returned to Julie’s room. She was looking out the window and as I came into the room, she waved me over excitedly.

“Take a look over there!”
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First Black For White Wife

Posted in at work, Big tits, cheating, cuckold, cum eaters, first times, interracial on July 11th, 2011

Being newly weds and short of money, my hubby encouraged me to take a job at a local department store to help with the living expenses. We had been married about 6 months at this time and it was the Christmas season. One Saturday the store had their Christmas party after closing. There was food and plenty of spiked punch.

Everyone was having a good time it seemed and it appeared that I had gotten the attention of my supervisor Zak. He was a middle-aged very handsome black man who seemed to be more attentive this evening than usual. I had carefully chosen my dress for the day to look like Christmas and to present a nice neat look. I wore black lacy undies (as if anyone would see them, but it made me feel good) and a red knit dress that clung to my 5′-9″ nicely shaped body.

I knew that Zak appreciated it as I could see it in his eyes as they would move up and down my body and stop at my 34-c white lobes. I could almost read his mind I thought. Periodically he would move near me and whisper things like, “You look very striking today, Molly,” or “That is a nice dress you have. I really love red.”

I don’t know if it was the drink or the attention that was getting to me, but I went to the ladies room and wiped the sweat off my forehead, took a deep breath and watched in the mirror as my breast rose and fell. I pushed on them, as they felt full and swollen, as if I were lactating which I knew was not the case. I realized that Zak’s attention was sending them a subtle message. I noticed that my black lacy bra was peeking out along the neckline of my dress. I decided to let it show and give Zak something to look at.
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Teachers Pet

Posted in at school, Big tits, older younger on June 19th, 2011

The music was a little loud for Kaye’s taste, but the students seemed to be having a good time, and Kaye didn’t really have anything else to do, so she didn’t mind that when principal Ray Devlin asked her to chaperone the Saturday night dance in the school gym. A local dejay was playing all the latest songs, and with about a half hour to go, he had slowed the pace down, giving the kids a chance to have a few slow dances. It looked like it would turn out to be an uneventful evening, until Cal Norridge showed up. Right from the get go Kaye could see that he had been drinking, so she quickly moved towards him to prevent any altercations he might start up. When she stepped in front of him, her nostrils were filled with the pungent aroma of fresh liquor, and she hoped that she could get him to leave without causing a scene. “Cal,” she began, “since you’ve been drinking I think you had better leave, school property is no place for that kind of activity!” Cal gave a short harsh laugh and replied insolently, “Who’s been drinking, I don’t see anyone drinking.” Taking him by the arm, she started to lead him to the front door, but instead of going out, he veered off and headed down one of the dark corridors, laughing and singing as he went! “Drunk as a skunk,” she thought to herself, as she took off after him!

By the time she caught up to him, they were far away from the gym, and as he turned to face her he said, “Hey pretty teacher, you’ve got nice tits, why don’t you let me touch them, while reaching out his hand for a quick feel. Kaye jumped back, but not soon enough, and the insolent senior’s fingers brushed over her heavy chest! “Stop that,” she barked, “stop that this instant and go home.” Getting even bolder, Cal, an eighteen year old incorrigible, quickly cornered her, and pressed his body against hers, groping her ass as he pulled her closer to him, and for the first time, she felt a stab of fear in her stomach, they were a long ways from help, and Cal was strong as an ox!
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Pool Party Time

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, cheating, cuckold, fingers, slut wife, teasing, voyeur on May 13th, 2011

“How does this one look?” Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she’d tried on and she was becoming frustrated.

“It looks good, Honey,” I responded. “I like that one just as much as the others.”

“Oh, damn,” she sighed. “You’re missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spectacular, not just good.”

It’s easy for Kathy to look good; at the time she was 23, but looked even younger with her long blonde hair, smoky blue-gray eyes and a firm 34C-23-33 figure that attracts stares everywhere she goes. At 5’2 103, she’s the kind of petite woman that men just seem to adore.

“Hmm, I wonder?” she pondered as she reached into the back of her drawer for yet another bikini. Walking into the dressing area of our bedroom, she slid off the blue and yellow bikini and started to put on the white one she’d just drawn from the drawer.

The new bikini bottom was a tiny thong that barely covered her shaved pussy and perfectly framed her taunt, tanned ass. The top piece struggled to contain her firm, plump tits and it looked like only a piece of string connected the two cups. It was the most reveling bikini I had ever seen and I was surprised she even owned it, let alone was contemplating wearing it to a pool party with our friends and co-workers

“Oh, yes!” She squealed excitedly, “This is the one! I had forgotten I had it, I only wore it a few times when I was in Mexico!”
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Carley

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, exhibitionism, fingers, first times, fucking, pussy licking, slut wife, voyeur on April 13th, 2011

My wife and I have a great relationship, both in and out of the bedroom, so a threesome never really entered my mind. Carley, my wife, and I were both virgins when we met. We both enjoyed sex, so after dating for two years and then seven years of marriage, there was little we hadn’t at least tried in the bedroom.

Carley is a beautiful woman. She is 5-3 and weighs in at about 110 pounds. She does not spend hours at the gym, but has a naturally slim body with beautiful C-cup breasts.

Having two children has only caused her to fill out a little more in the right places. Her breasts have only the slightest bit of sag after breast-feeding our two children, and her nipples are large and dark. It is still a powerful turn on for me just to watch her and think about the luscious body she has hidden under her clothes.

That is exactly what I was doing. We had gone to a nightclub on the beach that had a large deck outside. I was sitting on the deck, enjoying my drink, while I watched my wife make her way across the sand. Carley was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight knit top that showed off a bit of cleavage. She had more on than most of the women on the beach; there were many bikinis and even a few thongs to look at, but my wife looked incredibly sexy as she strolled across the beach with her friend.

The guy sitting next to me, who I later learned was named Bob, struck up a conversation by saying, “Man, I would sure like to spend some quality time with that one.” I asked him which lady he was referring to and he pointed to my wife. I felt a flush of anger and then excitement when I realized he wanted to have sex with my wife. For some strange reason I decided to play along rather than tell him I was her husband.
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Landlady and the Fighter

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, fucking, mature, older younger on February 27th, 2011

It was hard keeping on top of the bills, when you’re a fighter, pay comes inconsistently and then you have training expenses and its hard to hold a regular job.

Mike was a well-muscled heavyweight, not a large heavyweight like most of the giants in the game. He was instead considered to be a small-heavy. At 186cm (6′ 2″) and 95 kg (209lbs) he was still a fair sized lad. He was quick to smile and stayed in shape even between fights. He did not have any grand aspirations as to being the world champ, but he did want to give his best in each of his fights.

He was still young at 20 and single. Mike’s other income came from working at a video store. Not much money, but it was at least consistent.

One night after coming home from training, his landlord stopped him in the hallway outside his apartment. A tall brunette in her mid-30s. She was attractive for her age, and you could tell from her face, and trim body that when she younger she was a definite head turner.

She smiled at him as he walked by, his gray singlet still soaked in sweat and his toned arms glistening in the hallway light. “Hey Mike, you know you’re behind on rent.” She was trying to be assertive yet friendly.

“Yes I know Ms. Phillips. I’ll be able to pay you tomorrow when I get paid.” He said smiling back at her. He was hoping that she had forgotten how late he was because he would need the money to pay his yearly gym membership.
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Fabulous Friday Night

Posted in Big tits, blowjobs, first times, fucking, lesbian, swingers, voyeur on February 13th, 2011

Amber stood under the shower head, washing her blonde hair as I watched the water roll off of her toned shoulders, down the small of her back and then over her perfect ass. Ever since we moved into our new house with its glass enclosed shower room, I have been treated to daily shower shows that have made the price of the house seem like a bargain. We’ve been married for three years, and while she was hot when we first met at 22, at 27 she is even hotter.

In our three years of marriage, we have had a great sex life and have begun dabbling in some light swinging over the past year. Amber has been very open to trying new things and I was lucky enough to watch her first experiences with another woman this past year. From watching her reaction to those experiences, I knew that she liked playing around with girls, but wasn’t sure if she would ever like it to the point that she would want to do it for her, not for me. Any doubt I had about her potential feelings for women would soon be erased.
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Turned On

Posted in anal sex, Big tits, blowjobs, first times, lesbian, pussy licking on January 31st, 2011

We had just been married a few weeks and one night after some hot and heavy fucking we began to talk about what really turned us on. I could not believe what my wife told me and I could instantly feel my cock rising with anticipation of what was to come.

My wife Lisa is 25 years old, 5 foot 8 inches tall with wavy blonde hair falling below her shoulders. She has a fantastic body. Her legs are long and thin, her ass is firm and tight and a great set of tits. She turns heads at the mall. I enjoy watching guys looking at her as we walk by. Look all you want guys, but I’m getting it regular! She enjoys it also. Lisa is a little of an exhibitionist. She likes to wear tight shorts and tee shirts with no bra. When her nipples get hard and stick out under the flimsy cotton guys start to trip over their tongues.

Sex with Lisa is great. She can be slow and sensuous or wild as a beast. Her specialty is blow jobs. She can suck a cock like no one else. Her throat is endless. My seven inches slides down her throat until she licks my balls with her tongue. My cock feels so good when she takes it all in her mouth and sucks on it. I love to cum deep in her mouth. She sucks all the cum from my rod and swallows it or sometimes she holds it and lets it drip from her lips onto her tits. It is wild to see cum dripping from her mouth. Read the rest of this erotic story


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