Fantasy

Last Friday night I was with my good friend. Larry, go home and have a few beers and watch a movie. His wife Lynn was out with some of her friends from work. Around eleven we had just finished the film and switched to a poker program at ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was clear she wasn’t feeling any pain. It’s obvious her night out drinking with the girls took her toll. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what happened in our lives.

Danny woke up slowly. Like he did, his hand found his dick. As usual, it was swollen and hard. He slowly began to caress his big, foot-long penis while wondering what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But only the thought of her made his dick threatening. He recently had some very indecent thoughts about his mother. He was disgusted that he could think about her the way he thought, but he couldn’t help it.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never cheated on each other. In the past year my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took some basic courses on DOS. I encouraged her to just play with some of the kids, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I gave her an Internet account. She could read newsgroups, write email, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew very well that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the internet. That was fine for me, I certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married for as long as we have, a little distraction, especially if it is limited to an exchange of electrons, is not a bad idea at all.

Last night I had a great dream. I was in high school, my freshman year. I just got out of the shower, getting ready in the morning, when my sister came in. “I don’t want to go to school today,” she cried quietly. She was 13, seventh grade.

“Why? Are you sick? Tell Mom before she goes to work.

“No, I’m not sick. I have a big newspaper to write today and I’m not finished.” Can you take me to Pam at 3:00? We’ll do it together.”

I’m mid-20s and my girlfriend’s mom is really hot MILF. Every time I visit their house, I usually find her looking at my crotch as I look at her breasts. A few times I caught her and smiled. At first I thought she liked me… When she bumped her ass every once in a while into my big member. She didn’t withdraw immediately and I confirmed I was interested. Her husband is a little nerds, tall, has thick glasses and very workaholic, maybe that explains why they’re good to do. He doesn’t look like someone who can take care of his wife.

You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It’s weird being shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and that’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon you were sucking. Al’s dick and your husband were cutting your beautiful shrub.

He was careful not to grab you, stroke your labia in the foam and pull the knife over your sensitive skin until every little curl was over. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for a while, his friend still held your ankles high and wide as he stuck himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a little, delightful in your smoothness and the new feeling of your bald little pubes as he tongued your damp folds and mouthed your vagina’s sweetness. He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you screamed in Al’s loins. Your kneeling assailant only took your sucks the harder your husband got up to undress. Now naked, his dick wagged upright and mean looking.

Strange how life ends! As a big lawyer now pro bono work in court I ran into an old friend; well, actually I had hoped she would be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name when she was in my office she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I think she could forget a skinny little nerd. Then we shared the usual old stories. Who married, who divorced.

It all started on Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me without mercy.

“Gottcha!” she screamed and put me against a wall. I started giggling and trying to fight Mom’s fingers off their torture. I know if I didn’t get away soon, Mom would make me laugh in tears.

We’ve been doing this since I was seven. ‘Cause Tomorrow she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed What I slept in and she started tickling me until I begged to stop. But I usually even came on the next weekend, because when Dad had to leave for work very early, so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed… And I bounced us both high in the sky. In the past we went upstairs to drop ice cubes together, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we trained in the backyard, we sprayed each other with the garden hose (although we were never outside when that happened. What a mess!). We behaved more like best friends than mother and son.

Before I start, I have to give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She is 26, stands a slim 5'3" 105lbs with flaming long red hair (a real redhead I can add!), blue eyes, & a set of pouting red lips made for dick sucking. She also has a nice sturdy pair of 38Bs that just ask to be sucked & squeezed. Her lower half is even better, measuring on a beautiful 36 centimeters with a pussy that has been carefully cut to expose her soft and tender pussy lips. Julie also like to give head & get fucked doggy style. My wife can be very submissive sometimes. One of my fantasies is to see my wife serve more than one man at a time. Next is what happened a few weeks ago.

My ex-boyfriend, Jerry was gone for two weeks, worked out of town, and I was expecting him home around 8:00 Friday night. I was as horny as hell and all I could think of was getting him into bed when he got home.

The phone rang around 4:30 and it was Jerry. He said he was sorry, but he had to work the weekend and he wouldn’t be home till Monday. “What am I supposed to do, I miss you” I said. Jerry said in a funny way, “I’m sorry, but you could always go to town and get fucked if you want to.” I was shocked that he said this and asked him if he was serious. He said he wouldn’t mind if he did the same. Finally he said, “Go on, enjoy it, I’ll see you Monday.”