Free Sex Stories & Erotic Stories ▷ SexyStory.Biz

Fantasm

Fun times

This morning when I went into work, I didn’t think it would be any different. Could I be any more wrong?

True Story

The New Boy

I may not continue Why dont boys like me? and possibly make a sequel to Game Night? Leave in the comments what you think I should do.

True Story

HOOKED ON SEX IN HIGHSCHOOL PART 2

I went back to school proud. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and my friends were all going to be so proud that I had finally gotten some instead of staying at home playing with my pussy. I walked up to school on the sidewalk, because the rain would have caught me in it’s muddy clutches of doom. I had dressed up that day in a black lacey top that flowed out on both sides like a poncho. I wore tight fitting jeans that made my ass shapely and sexy. To top it off, I had the sexiest pair of black cage heels known to mankind.
I slowly but surely made it to the place out front where my friends had been sitting. “Hi guys! How was your suWOAH!” and as soon as they saw me I fell flat on my face. I felt bad because I had dropped all of my things and scraped my knees up in front of two sexy guys they had with them. One of them walked up to me and started to help me out with my things. He had long dirty blonde hair, and eyes light green like that of an apple. “Are you okay?!” He asked with fear in his voice. I hopped back up as fast as I could and he helped brush me off. “Yeah I’m totally alright!” ‘I feel like a fucking idiot‘ I thought, ‘but hey I got this guy’s attention… I could use this to my advantage’ “That’s Aaron” Rebecca, my loud bisexual friend said. “This is Max, these guys are new here.” I looked at Max, and he was the epitome of sexiness. His face was basically perfect, and even more so if his glasses were off. Max had shorter blonde hair, and a German accent with eyes the deepest, richest brown. Max was too quiet for my liking though.
As I sat down at the table, I got reacquainted with my friends and told a few dirty jokes as I always had. Aaron laughed at my jokes more than anyone, which boosted my spirits like nothing ever would. I got Aaron’s number that day so I could talk to him more about video games I liked. Aaron was an avid gamer, as I had grown to find out. He was also a snappy dresser. Every day he would come in with a suit shirt and tie, and I loved the way his ass looked in the tight fitting jeans he wore.
All that day, I couldn’t really focus on any of my classes. ‘Shit, why the fuck am I so wet. Nothing even happened to me today!’ I thought to myself. I had my hands in my pockets and through a hole inside them, I slipped a pencil in it and started to gently massage my clit with the cold metal clasp that held the eraser to it. I got goose bumps all over my body. It was absolutely exciting having my peers around me, unknowing of my secret little pleasure. I thought of Aaron and his long hair, and if I had the chance I would free his cock from those tight, prison-like pants and suck on him like he was the cure to my deadly illness, that had only just begun to grow within me.
When the bell rang, I could smell the freshly penetrated wet ground, and that same thought made me think ‘I wish I was the ground… I wanna be dirty and wet and plowed through’ I giggled to myself as I closed my eyes to imagine yet another scenario in which I could take advantage of Aaron, Max, or hell even both of them at the same time. “OOF! Ow, what the hell?!” I ran into someone on accident. ‘Dumb ass, two screw ups in a day, fucking genius you are’ I thought of myself. I opened my eyes to reveal my ex-boyfriend Gordon, who had been rushing to get to his college classes. “I’m sorry!” I said, as if to compensate for the incident, but he had already stormed out. Hmm. I remember the day I had met him.
I was online feeling pretty lonely after a big breakup, so I went to my yearbook and started sifting through the guys of my area. Click, click, click. Raver, gangster, druggie, dumbass, dumbass, dumbass… I was just about to call it quits when I clicked a few times more to see his golden locks of hair. I saw he was online so I sent him a message.
“Hello?” I started “Hello,” He typed back
“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Taylor but you can call me tot”
“ok J”
“So, would you like to be my friend I guess?”
“Sure “
“How old are you?”
“I’m seventeen.”
“Go to the high school in Loftville?”
“Yeah, it sucks”
“It is kinda lame. Do you like metal?”
“Fuck yeah I like metal!”
“Well that’s good because it’s pretty much my favorite type of music.”
“:D”
“Haha, so what is up?”
“Oh nothing, I’m just jamming right now”
“Oh shit, I love musicians. What do you play?”
“I play bass, guitar, and the tuba in the marching band.”
“That’s cute.”
I was so hot and heavy for any man that could play me a few riffs on the guitar at that point.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh I’m just reading about these crazy feminist extremists that are all taking things out of context. I’m all for women’s rights but when ya go about acting like a bitch about everything it gets annoying and all women get a bad rep for it you know?”
“Lol, so you’re like an anti-feminist or something?”
“I guess I am. I love guys lol”
“Aw man, marry me? Lol”
My heart started to race at the little comment, serious or not, it definitely made my day. I grew the confidence back in those two seconds that 6 months with my ex took to build, and I grew anxious to know what would happen next, so I made the next move.
“Hey, wanna go see a movie with me Gordon?”
“Sure, how about tomorrow?”
“Sounds good. See you then J”
That next day was Saturday and I had just bought a new zip up top and some tore up jeans with heels. My hair had been tousled up, looking messy but kinda sexy if I could think so myself. I painted my nails black and put on my KISS perfume that smelled like a fresh bouquet of roses and the last thing you wanted to smell before sex. I couldn’t really describe it any other way. Gordon drove up to my house in his own car, which was not that bad for a high school car. He was wearing a band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of tripp shorts. He stood about a foot above me with muscles that bulged out like mountains. Gordon was a mountain himself. “Cmon babe, let’s go.” He took me in his arms the best he could and helped me into his car. We saw something with Will Ferrell in it; I told him Will Ferrell was my favorite actor, and he agreed. During the movie we really just focused on each other and talked a lot more than I thought we would. The whole time I just wanted to kiss him. Before I knew it, the movie had ended, and there we were alone in the theater. Everything was dark and quiet, so I kissed him on the cheek and got up to leave, but I was stuck. Gordon had caught me by the pants and thong and pulled me back down to sit in his lap to kiss him again. I felt a raging hard on underneath me. It had been so long since I had gotten to suck a dick, so I took his hand and cautiously led him out of there, and towards his car. Gordon and I, in this empty parking lot, were breathing heavily and sprinting to the car. We both had one desire, and that was to get a little taste of each other before going home. He bent me over the hood, us facing each other, him kissing me and pressing his hot shaft up against my already wetting pussy. As he reached into his pants, he grabbed his keys, and tried opening the door as fast as he could. He could not get the key into the slot, because his hands were shaking from the excitement. I grabbed his hand and steadied it and together we opened the door to the backseat and I pounced upon him. I shut the door behind us and I took off my shirt and his, and as I did he bit into my neck and kissed it like a wild savage tearing off a piece of meat. “Hold on” he said, and he put the keys into the ignition. He turned the music on, and the metal started to play full blast. No one was remotely around us, so we decided to fool around to the steady paces, rifts and breakdowns. Gordon celebrated a break down by taking off another article of my clothing with his teeth and I would mimic. We got down to shirtless and pantless in a matter of about 5 minutes. Gordon played with me and fondled my breasts with carefulness, but when it came to his mouth he showed no mercy. Every riff of the guitar meant a lick, and every lick on the guitar meant a nibble. I pulled away and pushed Gordon to make him lay down in the back seat. I kissed him on the neck and bit his ear lobes and he started to moan himself. His deep voice vibrated though my body. Back then, I had only loved to give oral, but not receive it, so I pulled off Gordon’s boxers to reveal the monster within them. There before me stood an 8 inch long, two and a half inch wide demon, waiting for my tongue and suction. I learned a trick from watching online porn to spit into my hands and rub a cock down with it as I started off with a hand job, and from Gordon’s pelvic rotations he seemed to like it. His was soft to the touch but all rock underneath. I kneaded in in my hands, like a baker of love and passion. I was ready, and so was my mouth and throat so I opened wide and started sucking away at his long, hard love maker. He moaned loud and raised his hands to the top of the head rest in the driver’s seat. I put his hands at the back of my head so he could control me to whatever whim he had wished. It had grown so steamy and hot, it was beginning to suffocate us both. For a good while I sucked. Gordon’s endurance was impressive, but now it was time to put the finishing touch on this lovely fun night. I backed off, and just as Gordon was about to orgasm, I took his entire dick into my throat and deep throated him until he had shot long and hard his creamy metal load into my mouth. He was so exhausted, I started to worry I would have to drive him back. I cracked a window to let the steam flow out. Feeling the cold air outside woke Gordon up, and he proceeded to dress himself and put on his shoes to drive us both home.
I arrived back at home, and I gave Gordon a kiss goodbye. “We should do this again sometime.” “Definitely. I‘ll text you when I get home.” “Bye.” By the time I went inside, took off my clothes and hit the bed, I had been so tired that I forgot to play with myself and get my own orgasm, but I guess it could have waited until the next time I saw Gordon. He does OWE me now….

Read 18420 times |
Rated 80 % |
(30 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

Fantasy

Daddy’s Dirty Girl

My father was a lonely man. Lonely in the sense that my mother wouldn’t give him the time of day, sexually or otherwise. From time to time, while my mother was out running her errands, my dad would invite over a lady friend and fuck her senseless. He was oblivious to the fact that on many occasions I would watch him do this.
The first time I saw my dad having sex with another woman I was sixteen. Puberty hit me like a mack truck and left me with a thin waist, curvy hips, and a pair of size 34D breasts. I was about 5’6 and
my legs were long and slender.
When my father had finished with his girl of the day, she left in a hurry and I pretended like I hadn’t seen or heard a thing. My mother returned home shortly after that and found a pair of panties that definitely weren’t hers. From the argument that had ensued, I learned that this wasn’t the first time a pair of panties had been left behind.
My mother was furious and I felt bad seeing my father being screamed at by a woman who wouldn’t give him the time of day. And who wouldn’t?! I had seen my father’s cock. It was at least seven inches
long and it was thick.
“They’re my panties mom,” I said.
“Excuse me?”
My father looked at me with wide eyes. “They’re mine.” I repeated. “I changed in your room earlier today because I saw a spider in mine. I must have left them in there.”
My mother stared at me for a couple of seconds before seemingly believing the lie I had just told her. And this is when I began to devise my plan to seduce my father.
In the coming weeks, I watched as my father continued to bring home woman and fuck them. Each time I’d have to go to my room and play with my pussy afterwards, but I knew that no orgasm I had ever
experienced would compare to one that my father could give me.
Each time a girl of the day would leave, my mother would find something that was left behind. I knew that if my dad was fucking me each time my mother left he would never get caught.
One day, while my mother was out, my father brought yet another girl into their bedroom. She was on all fours, on the bed and my father was fucking her from behind. He was fucking her so hard that I could hear his balls slapping against her pussy. I watched as my father’s throbbing cock moved in and out of the woman’s pussy and I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my hand into my shorts. I could fit only two
of my fingers into my tight pussy. I wasn’t a virgin but I had only had sex a few times before. I pushed my two fingers into my pussy and matched my rhythm with that of my fathers. Every time his cock would
thrust into her, I would push my fingers deeper into my own pussy. The faster he moved the faster my fingers moved. My father began to moan and I was trying my hardest to hold in my own moans.
“Fuck Chrissie,” He grunted.
I stopped what was doing and so did he.
“I’m not Chrissie!” The woman yelled.
“I’m sorry,” My dad said. “I-”
Before he could say anything the woman moved off his cock and stood up. I hurried to move away from the door and just as I sat myself down on the couch the girl of the day and my father came running from
the bedroom. They yelled and argued until she was out of the house. My father slammed the door shut and sat on the couch next to me.
“Sorry about all the yelling just now Chrissie,” He said. “That was someone from work. We disagreed on something.”
I smiled. “Its okay daddy.” I said.
The next time my mother ran her errands was a week later. My father was sick with a cold so he was in bed. My mother left and I was surprised when there wasn’t a girl of the day walking through the
front door.
I walked to my father’s bedroom and saw him fast asleep. I was going to make sure my father felt better. I crept into his bedroom and stood at the end of the bed. I lifted the covers and climbed underneath them. My father mumbled something in his sleep but he didn’t wake up. I climbed slowly until I reached his boxers. I slipped my hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was soft but it was still nice. I put his cock in my mouth and within seconds, it was hard. My dad’s hands went to the back of my head.
He lifted the covers and when his eyes met mine, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Chrissie, what are you doing?” He panted.
“I’m helping you feel better daddy.” I said.
“Baby this isn’t right,” He said.
“But daddy it’s fine,” I insisted. “Mommy will never know.”
My dad didn’t stop me this time when I put his cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down. My dad’s hand went back to the back of my head. He pushed my head down, forcing his cock into the back of my mouth. I gagged for a few seconds but not for long. My father started to thrust his hips, fucking my throat.
He pulled out of my mouth quickly. He tossed the blanket to the floor and pushed me onto my back. In one swift movement, he pulled my shorts and my panties off my body. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He pushed a finger into my pussy and let his tongue roll over my clit. I moaned as he moved his tongue faster. He pushed another of his fingers into my pussy. It hurt a little at
first but after a few seconds I was used to it and it felt good.
“Baby,” he said. “Your pussy is so tight.”
I moaned as he continued to move his fingers. “I want your cock daddy.”
I only had to say it once. My father pulled his boxers down as he stood up and I could feel him trying to push his cock into my pussy.
“Baby, this is going to hurt.” he said as he forced his entire length into me.
I cursed at the pain I was feeling right then. My father moved his hand to my pussy and began to rub my clit with his finger. While he played with my clit, he began to slowly move his hips causing his cock
to move a little bit inside of me. He pushed himself back in all the way, while he continued to rub my clit. The more he rubbed my clit the wetter my pussy became and it was easier for his cock to slide in and
out of my pussy. He pushed in all the way again and this time it felt amazing.
“God Daddy,” I moaned. “Your cock is so nice.”
I could feel his cock slowly stretching my tight pussy to fit his length. He never stopped playing with my clit and by now, his cock was sliding easily in and out of my pussy. He began to thrust harder as he reached his other hand up and grabbed one of breasts. Getting frustrated with my shirt, he tore it from my body leaving me completely naked. He began to grab my breast again, massaging it in his large firm hands. I moaned again.
“God baby,” He panted. “Your pussy feels so good on daddy’s cock.”
I moaned as he began to fuck me harder. He pulled all the way out and flipped me over. I had seen him do this with other girls, so I knew exactly what he wanted. I moved towards the middle of the bed and rose up on all fours. He didn’t hesitate to slide his cock back into my sopping wet pussy. He started off at a fast past, thrusting his entire length in and out of my pussy. I reached my hand down to play with my clit as my daddy continued to fuck me.
I moaned loudly as my father’s cock hit my g-spot dead on over and over again. My father began moaning again as well, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I continued to rub my fingers over my clit as my orgasm ripped through me. The walls of my pussy gripped his cock harder and harder and he grunted as I felt his warm load shoot into my pussy. He rode out his orgasm and when he pulled his cock from my pussy, I felt the mix of our juices slide out of my pussy and down my ass.
“Next time,” He said. “I say we get another girl in here.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait Daddy.”

Read 160725 times |
Rated 87.4 % |
(763 votes)

Vote list (Close) :tinie
: POSITIVEfatbloke
: NEGATIVEberbet
: POSITIVEdonb9033
: POSITIVEmuffinluvr
: POSITIVELickable
: POSITIVEEmpress Lainie
: POSITIVEDaddycums
: POSITIVEchreese1
: POSITIVEJakeped
: POSITIVEPatrick3000
: POSITIVEdirtylillana
: POSITIVEreddivahotgirl
: POSITIVEk99rky
: POSITIVEdenan
: POSITIVEghostsilver47
: POSITIVECOMIN4DATASS
: POSITIVEwilliamneal137
: POSITIVESamMarshall
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fiction

Boyfriend Girlfriend

sorry about the confusion. the last one should have been 4. Because of this i have labeled this one 6. OH MY GOD!!! You sooo should not have done that!!! I am so fucking wet right now!!!

Fantasm

Bondage Class

“Welcome class, to the first lesson of…” the young male teacher walks to the blackboard, picking up the chalk and writing it in large letters “BONDAGE 101”
A roar of giggling and laughter breaks out among the students, a relatively small attendance of only 10 or so people, 9 of them being male and one female that didn’t look at all like she belonged there. Dressed in a long skirt with pigtails and classes. Light freckles to go with her pale skin. Her eyes down in a book, not paying much attention to the teacher or the other students for that matter. The teacher continued on “If you came here for immature reasons that I suggest you leave now”. But not a single person moved, the sound dying down as all eyes once again followed the strict and serious teacher.
“good, now we will continue. Bondage is about control, power. For the dominant, it’s complete ownership over the submissive and just as so, for the submissive it is the feeling of being helpless and restrained. The feeling of rope or steel against their skin as they fight for freedom. Now can I get a volunteer up here?” everyone in the class immediately began staring at the girl in the room, still reading her book calmly, after a few moments without looking up, she raises her hand and closes her book, laying it at the desk. Standing up and walking up to the desk and waiting patiently for her orders
“Alright Miss, straighten your arms behind your back” She did as she was told and the teacher pulled a small length of rope from a drawer in his desk. Tying it around her wrists and knotting it tightly. He grabs her by the back of the shirt and turns her to face the rest of the students, her breasts more clear through her shirt due to her arms pulling the fabric tight to her body. The teacher smiles a bit and speaks in a loud voice for everyone to hear “do the ropes make you feel more confined and submissive then before?” and with a faint smirk and a clearly sarcastic tone in her voice she says, just as he, loudly enough for the class to hear “Not at all, I’m more comfortable then ever”
A few students in the back laugh but it quickly dies down. The teacher grabs her shirt once again and turns her around, forcing her against the desk and she bends naturally at her waist, bending over the desk just as he had intended for her. Her long skirt still covering half her thighs. He asks the question again, and once again he gets a sarcastic answer. She laid her head against the desk with a grin on her face “he couldn’t possible do anything more”’ she thought, but of course he was willing to take it as far as it had to go to prove his point. He reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, over her back, revealing her panties to the entire class. She began fighting and wiggling but he held her at her shirt down against the hard wooden desk. He didn’t have to ask again, he knew from her reaction that she realized how helpless she really was. And just at the most tense moment, when the class sat in shock, the girl blushing and embarrassed, not sure how to accept a humiliation that she volunteered for, the bell rang. The students didn’t move a muscle, every single one of them sat motionless with their gazes on the intense scene at the front of the classroom. The teacher waited a moment and as they stayed he started to usher them out with his hand, “Are all of you deaf? Get going” he released the girl and walked over to the door, opening it and holding it open, a look of impatience clear on his face. The boys slowly got up and walked out, each taking a final look at the girl still paralyzed at the edge of the desk. Some of the boys even considering the idea of running up and grabbing at her, but after seeing such a strict look on the teachers face, they decided against it.
After all of the boys had walked out, the girl managed the courage to say “alright, lesson’s over, let me go” with a slight tremble in her voice. The teacher closed the door and ignored her. Walking back over to her as she started to stand up, he grabbed her by the hair causing her to arch her back and whimper in pain a bit. Putting his mouth close to her ear he spoke in a soft tone and as calmly as he could he asked the question from before once more “do the ropes make you feel confined and submissive?” She pauses a moment and he reaches up and aggressively grabs her breast through her shirt, she screams “yes!” he squeezes firmly and says “yes what? Be respectful, you know how to be respectful don’t you?”
“yes sir!” she says in a whimper and he releases her. She collapses back onto the desk and once again he lifts her skirt, she stammers “w-w-what are you doing?” and in the strictest and coldest voice so far he responded. “Giving you a spanking for your behavior. You not only disrespected me, you also embarrassed me in front of the class.”.
“b-b-but you c-c-an’t do that!” she stutters again. but he ignores her, pulling her panties down and letting them fall to her ankles, sliding his hand over her ass, getting familiar with the shape of it. Sliding his fingers between her legs, probing against her pussy. A chill goes down her spine as she feels so violated and weak, even more so because in a sick way, she feels excited by it. She feels pressure on her inner thigh, it’s his hand leading her to spread her legs, she follows his direction unconsciously, leaving her legs wide enough to keep her balanced. Then a moment of peace as his hand rears back into the air and it all comes to an end when his palm plants against her waiting skin. It stings at first but starts to become more of a burning. Her body tenses up and she flinches when it hits. Followed by her muscles relaxing beyond her control, her whole body is sore from fighting the ropes, she gives into it and accepts it, once again a hand lifts up and comes down at the other side of her bottom. Heavier then before. She tenses up again but each and every time she recovers quicker then before. He continues to punish her for what seems like hours. And by the end of it, she doesn’t want to admit it to herself but she is so turned on by the whole thing, she leaves a small puddle of her juices at the edge of the desk.
The teacher unties her wrists and then walks around to his chair behind the desk, “stand up” he says and she immediately obeys. Her cheeks glossed with tears, still sobbing a bit and trying not to let the teacher know she enjoyed it more then it hurt her. He looks her in the eye “Do you think you were punished unfairly?” she takes a moment and shakes her head, admitting that she had deserved it while secretly thinking about how glad she is to have done so. “Now, you will return for this class on time every day, you will help me demonstrate or you will get an F in this course, I own you now, understood?” she nods and reaches back to rub her burning cheeks. The teacher stands up and walks back around to her, she doesn’t move “…and one last thing.” he bends down hooking his finger into the waistband of her panties, still at her ankles “I’ll be keeping these, you are not to wear underwear for the rest of the day, nor sleep in any clothes tonight, is that clear?” she says in a low voice “yes sir” as she steps out of her panties and he lifts them up from the floor, tossing them onto his desk and walking back around to his chair. “Now get going, you have other classes to attend to”
She does as she is told, walking off slowly and opening the door, taking one last look back at her panties on the desk and then to him, the final thought of wether he’s her new master enters her head right as she closes the door, taking a moment to adjust her skirt and pull it down as far as it will go. The whole thing playing over again and again in her mind, the bruises on her wrists and the welts on her bottom a sore reminder of the whole thing, another bell goes off which yanks her back into reality and she hurries off to her next class.
The End.

Read 34467 times |
Rated 87.2 % |
(125 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

True Story

Double-Dong Darling

My name in Martha. I’m 43, divorced, I have two grown kids who are out on their own. I won’t go into the specifics of how and why I became a lesbian. Just a couple of years ago I got involved with a woman who teaches science and biology at a local school. One thing led to another and one night she asked me over for dinner and afterward we proceeded to get drunk and I started telling her how long it had been since I’d been fucked. I got hot and horny talking about sex and finally Carol excused herself and when she came back a few minutes later she was wearing a robe. “Martha, I can take care of your problem, if you want me to.” “How?” “With this.” She opened the robe and she was totally naked. Her breasts sagged a little but what drew my attention was the large Mulatto-colored dildo that stuck out from her brown pubic curls. I was too drunk and too horny to be repulsed or offended. Carol took my silence as assent and the robe slipped to the floor as she walked to where I sat, watching that big beauty nodding as she walked. She stood next to me, that dick just inches away from me. “Do you want it?” Carol whispered. I took that dong in my hand and kissed the soft/hard knob. Carol pushed it into my mouth and reached down and roughly started feeling my boobs through my dress. Then she pulled me to my feet, led me to her bed, removed my clothes and started loving my tits with her tongue. I laid on my back and Carol kept her mouth attached to my left nipple as she worked herself between my legs and prodded my cunt entrance with that brown dildo. Raising her head, the look on her face was one of sexual power, raw lust and command. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” she told me. I believed her. “Fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours, Carol. Fuck me forever. Well, she didn’t fuck me forever, of course, but she did fuck me for almost two hours and made me come several times. My husband had never fucked me to climax (he’d always shoot his load and go soft after five minutes or so) but “Nathan” (that’s what Carol called the light brown prick) never went soft. She fell asleep on top of me (we were too exhausted to move) and I slept with Nathan’s solid eight inches in my vagina. We awoke, showered, then I strapped on the engine and fucked hell out of her pussy. No, I’d never done it before but I’m a fast learner and I had Carol begging me to stop. Well, Carol eventually moved in with me and we got along great. My daughter wasn’t thrilled with my newly-realized sexual orientation, but she didn’t make a fuss. My son seemed unconcerned, but his wife was a different story. Susan was 22, had short, black hair, and start ed stopping by to chat after night school on Wednesdays. She soon confessed why. It seems she had been “involved” before she met and married my son. Her lover, she told me in confidence, had been a woman who lived next door, was married and had been fifteen years older than Susan. “”I’ve never told this to anyone,” Susan said. “I’ve wanted to tell someone, but I was afraid. I thought you might understand. ” I did and I assured her it didn’t change the way I felt about having her as my daughter-in-law, as long as she loved my son. She assured me she did and she left. Over the next several weeks, Susan told me many intimate details about her affair with the woman, and I do mean details. Even I got excited and turned on by some of her accounts. Susan even invited Carol to hear how the neighbor had deflowered Susan with a dildo, a story which had us all turned on. That’s when Susan surprised me. “Martha, would you be offended if I told you I wanted to make love with you and Carol?” I looked at Carol, not knowing what to say, completely at a loss for words. Carol was as stunned as I was and neither of us knew what to do or say or how to respond. “Oh, no,” Susan said, jumping to her feet, a look of shame and regret crossing her face. “What have I done?” I rushed to her and put my arms around her. “It’s okay, Susan,” I assured her. “I’m not angry. Flattered, surprised, but not angry.” Her firm breasts, braless and round, pressed against me as we hugged. Without speaking, without thinking, I lifted her chin and kissed her, a soft, tender kiss that quickly became heated and passionate as Susan’s tongue sought and found mine. Our hands roamed freely and our mouths tried to consume each other. It was Carol who brought us back to reality. “Hey, you two, I want in on this.” Susan and I broke our kiss and then laughed nervously. Susan and I agreed not to tell my son (her husband) and the three of us headed for the bedroom. How can I describe what it’s like making love to your daughter-in-law? Strange? Exotic? Romantic? Unusual? That and more. I felt no shame, no regret. I ate Susan’s sweet snatch and she ate mine as Carol fucked her with Nathan. Susan was a pussy eater, all right. She was almost as good as Carol. I pulled out our doubleheaded dildo, an eighteen inch latex engineering wonder. With half of it in me and the other half in Susan, we made wild, passionate love. I fucked my own daughter- in-law. Carol fucked my daughter-in-law while I ate her delicious young cunt. It excited me to no end to know that I was fucking and sucking the same luscious pussy my son fucked. (Susan told me that my son wouldn’t eat her. ‘Like father, like son,’ I guess. Susan’s pussy tasted marvelous and quite juicy and Susan was an accomplished cunt eater herself. I brought out the 18-inch double-headed dildo Carol and I had in our arsenal of sex toys and my daughter-in-law fucked each other well. In a nutshell, Carol and I are still very much in love. Susan is an added dimension in our lives. She is still very much in love with my son and it isn’t like she was cheating on him. She and I share something my son can’t offer so she isn’t denying him affection and even enjoys sex with him even more. Susan and I are closer than most in-laws, I guess. Very close. Martha, Address Withheld Sap Sucker I’m 50, female, and constantly horny. I guess I’m a nymphomaniac. I have to have something in my cunt during almost every waking moment. I usually fuck myself with huge dong before I can fall asleep and I sleep with the thing stuffed in my hole. I also have another vice, which is why I live near a college. I love to suck cock and swallow cum. It’s taken me a few years but I’m well-known in the fraternities and men’s dorms on the campus. A weekend doesn’t pass that I’m not part of some party somewhere, sucking and fucking frat boys or helping celebrate something or other by taking on a bunch of studs. I love eating the virile cum from some college boy, all fresh-tasting, thick and creamy. I especially love to give freshmen their first blowjob. I should say blowjobs because these young men are usually so excited that they come fast but stay hard for a follow-up suck. Take last weekend was a big thrill, for instance. I was invited to a party where there were about 50 guys. Oh, I have one strict rule: NO drugs of any kind. No alcohol, no cigarettes, either. Alcohol makes cum taste awful and drunks have a tough time getting it up and off. So all the guys were hard and raring to go. I was in a room with a big bed and I felt like doing it all, so I said I said I wanted the guys with the biggest dicks to prong my ass and cunt and I’d suck off the rest. Turns out the biggest prong there was a fat ten inches that belonged to a tall, skinny guy. I sat on one prick that tickled my pussy with eight inches of meat while the thin man packed my shit chute. Then I started sucking cocks, short ones, thin ones, long, fat, circumcised, uncircumcised, smooth skinned or vein-covered, white, black, Oriental, and each one offered a tasty helping of joy juice. I also hang out at the local theaters and the adult stores, but I still only mess with the young men, mainly because it’s less likely they’ll have some disease which I definitely don’t need. My liquid high-protein intake keeps my figure trim, exercise in and out of bed keeps me in shape. I love sperm so much that I even eat it fresh from a just-fucked cunt. I sometimes get called to visit Donna, a 30-year old who loves fucking almost as much as I do. She loves being eaten out after she’s been fucked and I love the special flavor of the mix of her sauce and some young stud’s spunk. Donna is a tutor for the campus jocks and has the pick of the cream(s) of the crop, so I get to eat some prime stud seed from her gash. Then Donna fucks me with a knobby fake cock she has till I get my cookies. She won’t eat me, but I don’t mind. I guess I’m a whore because I do take money for what I do. Cash. A typical party can mean several hundred bucks, plus my various other encounters brings in a sizeable income. But being the widow of an investment banker, I certainly don’t need the income. Hell, I’d do it for free. I usually give the money to anti-censorship causes, AIDS research and the like. Sex should be fun for everyone.

Read 47598 times |
Rated 64.3 % |
(125 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text: