Fingering

I’m sleeping. I wake up from the sound of my bedroom door. But I’m not moving, knowing who’s here. I hear her undressing and feel the covers being withdrawn. I feel her warm body next to mine. She follows her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. Her hands move through my body. When they fish in my underwear (jungle boxer shorts)

I’m rolling on my back. We share a deep kiss while I lift my ass so she can facilitate my only clothes. I kick them out, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few passionate minutes of kissing, she kisses her way through my body. When she comes to my stomach, her hands touch my thighs, starting at the knees. When she gets closer to my erotic center, which stands proud and long, with her mouth her hands work all the way up there. While using one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, deeper and deeper, and gives me enough tongue action. Her hand pumps what’s not in her mouth as the other goes on is the work in my joints, moving to my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I go over the edge… Slow them down and lick me like a lollipop. I moan, and she continues this blessed torture until it becomes too much. I fill her mouth with my coming. A little shaking along the side of her mouth. She kisses her way back to my body and we share a soul kiss.

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.

When I left college I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that there were at least 20 qualified candidates for each job. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, because they seemed to favor male photographers. I got discouraged and desperate, then I met Tish.

She was a new model and we quickly became friends. She was the one who suggested I take some glamour shots from her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I rented a studio and while Tish dressed up, I put the locker room in jeans and a tee shirt, but it was a completely different Tish coming out. Talking about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy braces belt and high heels shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts. “Would you like it?” she turned her lips as she crossed the room. You think they’re sexy enough? I whistled out of appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I’d jump on her. God!

Although I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight… I had to admit the food went well. My ribs were mildly painful from laughing at Steve tell us about how he tried to get into his football uniform and wide open the cross. You suggest that we feel more comfortable in the living room, so we all filled our wine glasses and moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat on your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) starts to tell us about the problems he had in chemistry at university and requires tutoring. He told us that all he learned from his teacher was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to the exchange of our erotic school stories.

It was the middle of summer, and we were on vacation in the country. Hiking in the forest and cycling on the trails were our outdoor fun. We wanted to visit every national park before it was time to return to the real school world in autumn. Next year I graduated with an English degree and then another year. This was our last hooray for September.

After walking all morning he was ready for the longest ride of the bike paths. I was ready for a good dip in the cool water of the lake. So we broke up and met in our cabin for dinner. I waved goodbye and went to change the shower room on the beach. I came out with my favorite black bikini and a sun hat… And of course with my super strong sunscreen. (The dangers of honest skin.)

While Donna was washing the morning dishes she looked out of her kitchen window and saw her daughter playing in the backyard with one of her neighbors. The girls had been playing with a tin ball. It was a warm morning and the girls had stopped playing and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They still felt playful and got wet. Donna laughed herself when they struggled to control the snake.

I’m turning 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and me when I was 14. At that time, I was very surprised.

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

Allison Munro is frustrated. Her first year in college is over, and there was no fire, no awakening. Two poor and ordinary sexual experiences have not given her the wild times she wants to remember when she is old and grey. And then, quite unplanned, on a hot steamy night, she and her best friend start making love in the silence of a dark park, and her world changes. When every new sexual experience opens her eyes wider she sheds her inhibitions and becomes more wild and daring, seduces the brother of her friend, then father, then mother, reaching out to others around her, filled with the sensation of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful nymph, and the heat of bad desire.

Ivory looks at herself in a bathroom mirror when her bathtub fills with hot soap water. She slips away the purple and black robe she wears and takes a moment to admire her herself. She smiles and licks her lips, not bad for a 45-year-old… She says to herself that she puts her hands on her big round boobs and gives her a squeeze. “I’m still one of the hottest women ever to violate a wrestling ring… And a better wrestler than most…” Ivory turns to the bathtub and shoves her hands against the side and back of her neck, but… I need to relax…

A neighbour with two daughters argued with them and threw them both out of the house. Heather, the 18-year-old, had often looked after us, and is practically considered one of the family. When we found that she couldn’t go anywhere, we invited her to stay with us until she could get herself an apartment. Her older sister was with a friend.

Unnecessary to say with a purely young girl 14 years my junior, my thoughts began to float. Like my eyes when she wasn’t partially concerned about how she was or about the house. I could glimpse the beautiful nipples of her breasts and see how incredibly good the cheeks were of her butts! Once in a while, she ran through the house with nothing but a towel, and it would be a little too high. The view on her ass and it covers her hair that every man desired made me wild.