Sit in my backyard, have a cold beer, the doorbell goes. Get up, I’ll only answer to find a shimmering blonde with surprising green eyes standing in my doorway. I feel a rise in my pants!
“Is the lady of the house inside?” she says sweetly.
“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m responding.
“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”
I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging stiff, my sister lying on her belly sleeping next to me in panties. I couldn’t help but to walk my hand slightly over her ass feeling the tender roundness of it as I reached for my dick and gave it a soft but firm squeeze with my other hand. Damn, I had to get inside her, not since I was wasting a hard one like I had. Fully upright and rock-hard, I slowly moved my hands between her thighs not trying to wake her up until suddenly. Slowly I moved my hand between her legs over her pussy, who felt soft lips from her through the light cotton panties she was wearing. I started rubbing my sister’s sweet pussy, which only made me hornier for her. I threw the blankets back so I could see her in all her naked beauty. The more I rubbed her pussy, the more she got excited and went into a light sleep, slowly woke up. Then I felt her reach back and my hand grabbed her head spinning at me looking as good as she could. “What are you doing, Matt?” she asked. “I’m so fucking hard sister, I really got to fuck you” “Show me,” she said. Turn around on her side to get a view on my dick, “oh dear! Yeah, you want to fuck me now?” Yes! I told her. Wait a minute, she said when she rolled over her back… And pulled her panties down… To get them halfway… I grabbed them and pulled them off the rest of the road. “You got to get me wet first if you want to stick your dick in me so late,” she said to me when she smiled, “eat my pussy first!” Spread her legs wide open so I could take her completely. It wasn’t long before I got my face had completely planted on my sisters sweet naked pussy and was licking it all up and down, making sure I had my tongue by it completely sure I tasted that pussy of hers completely before I went after her clitoris. Jane had her hands in my hair in the back of my head. Her juice began to flow freely. I had to keep using my arms to pry her legs apart again to avoid That she shattered my head eating that pussy of hers. She started fucking her hips with my face with her dripping wet pussy. Her juices covered my face, I hit her as well as I was cloudy to get every drop of her delicious pussy juices down my throat. I wanted to eat her pussy so good she tasted good tonight. I don’t know why, it was just that her juices were so delicious, and then I felt her pussy lips be swollen as I had my mouth over it. I just went after her clitoris and sucked it hard and fast, my tongue flickered over the tip of it, making her crazy in bed. She started to breed and scream “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” So I stayed with my sister until I heard her screaming out loud. “I’m coming!!!!! Yes!!” I dived my face into her cunt and started sucking that sweet pussy out of her ass and drank her as fast as I could. I drank her nectar for a while and felt her calming down from her climax. I pulled out and let her go and climbed on to my sister fast. She let her legs fall open for me to take her, reaching between us she grabbed my dick and gilded me in her. When she felt me half in her… She let go of my sister… So wet, she took my full length in her body.
I decided to go to the mall to experience my imagination. I decided to get some Ben Carrying wa balls. I love the love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and awkward, and if I’m really excited, they can even make me come beautiful without touching myself. I also took my netbook to take notes on how to further develop the Amsterdam story. I sat down in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a big cappuccino and started thinking about the story and his characters.
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.”
Which happened when I was 25 years old. At that time I taught at a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slim, and has been told I have very nice boobs and a chic ass. I’ve noticed a man staring at my ass, even dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall… 5 feet 10 centimeters.
On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school to the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city and arrived the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we continued, which I have always regarded as ’the beginning’ of art - the display of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Madonna, of Christ, and apostles or saints have been my inspiration to my childhood.
One night late driving from work to my boyfriend at school… I followed a white truck. He didn’t pass fast so I him, and then he tried to pass me Turn on the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell was going on, I passed him again and this time I did the same and waved to him as I passed. This wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed to something straight and drove through me. Then I was a resting place sign and knew what he wanted. My heart started pounding when I didn’t want to move on. I saw him blink. In my mind I wasn’t going to stop, but if I race closer my heart and I couldn’t stop pulling myself in and stopping next to his truck.
Goldie got bored and decided to take a walk in the woods. At first the fresh air seemed cool and inviting. But when the sun rose to the sky, the sky became more weary. Small rivers of perspiration drove through her neck and around the hills of her breasts, disappearing into the top of her sundress. The damp cloth clinged to her skin, sketching her nipples. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to bring the air to her sweaty skin.
I’ll never forget my cousin Arlene. She was and is a beautiful girl/woman. We learned a lot together when we were younger.
Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, lived next door to me and my parents when she was ten years old.
Because there were so few children living near us, none, we of course got used to each other. Actually we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was close to a quarter of a mile away and they had no children of our age.
I knew early on I wasn’t making her happy. Our sex drives didn’t seem right. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.
When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she ended up in school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around e-mails to my friends and family 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent every week with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, so-called the “sensible one” when she was drunk and chasing men. She also spent many weekends with her school clubs and visited her mother.