Swallowing

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and her back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never got jealous, he thought it was part of our good friendship.

One night they got bored and invited me to dinner and drinks. I went straight off work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who gave us both a drink and we sat and talked. She was wearing a short skirt with a dumbbell top and curled up in a chair across from me. “Fuck! She’s a sexy bitch,” I thought myself feeling my dick stirring between my legs.

My company had put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my course, very nice of them I thought. My course was just around the corner, twenty of us were introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my colleagues were just not my type’s life seemed to revolve around their job, I enjoyed my work, but I had other interests. At the end of the first week I missed Peter my husband, I also missed sex that was very sexy, something I couldn’t do without. Saturday I did some shopping and did sightseeing, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the crew of the course. That night I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, cut low, short, and it clung to me like another skin. I have no problem with stockings my brown looked good enough on his own, just some nice high heels court shoes to finish the look. I ate at the hotel restaurant before I moved to the cocktail bar, it must have been popular if it was quite busy. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a Daiquiri, looking around the room I noticed one or two attractive boys who were very attractive to me. There were also one or two other women, clearly well dressed with their husband or boyfriend, I turned out to be the only one on their own. I’m thinking of drinking my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

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.

There was no need to pretend that Andrea was a woman who had to be fucked and fucked by a black man. She was desperate to feel Every inch of that hard encounter rammed into her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast and rough as only he could. He took her hair and pulled it hard. She responded by chanting, “Fuck you now!”

Noah’s aiming carefully. He put the fat head of his dick with her slutty hole. He grabbed her hips and with one liquid, quick movement, he rammed the whole length of his dick deep into her womb. She was screaming in pain, but that didn’t stop her from begging. Noah started fucking Andrea with the strength and stamina that he would fuck a man and she took everything and begged for more. He worked with his thumb up her ass and she started using her muscles to remove another load of sperm. If he hadn’t taken one before, it would have been the end of him, but he was holding on. He started hitting that ass and reaching for her breasts. He pulled her tits and turned them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. “Pull my fucking nipples asshole. Let them hurt. Oh, it feels so good.”

Since my stepsister and I first met, we’ve always hated each other for some reason. I’m 16 and she’s 15. Well one night she and I ended up in my dark room one night, and we were wrestling in the dark, and we stopped all of a sudden, and some of our faces met, and our lips touched, and all of a sudden we were “kissing” and we did it for about 5 minutes, and I was hard like a rock, and I was just in my boxers, and she could totally feel what I had, so she started to tease by licking me under my stomach, so I said hell with this, I grabbed her head and forced her all the way to my dick, and without telling me anything, she knew what to do, so I let her thing do, and after about 8 minutes of a good head, I felt it coming, and I held her head, and I held it there in her mouth, so I yelled “O my god,” with a mouth full of seed, she went to rest, she washed her mouth and went to bed. That was our first time she and I did something sexual. So next weekend she was back in my room, she was in my room using my computer, but as soon as our parents went to bed, she got off, and started listening, and every time she bothered me, we ended up fighting, so she started listening, so we wrestled around, I took my TV and lights off, and I kept struggling, so the same thing happened as before, we started kissing, then ended up giving her my head, but this time I told her I was coming, and she kept going, then I went into her mouth, she swallowed it, but she didn’t care.

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.

My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.

I hadn’t seen him since we were 18, and now, 30 years later, he had moved back to our city. At the gas station where I saw him, I told him to stop by for a beer, the woman was out of town and I had nothing to do, fortunately his wife was not yet able to pack something for the new house. He arrived at eight o’clock and we sat and talked about old times and drank a lot of beer.

Lalitha was unaware of the laughter around her. The call she just attended was like a ghost from the past, a ghost she thought was gone for good. It belonged to a colleague of hers from her first workplace. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha had borrowed 20,000 from her. She promised to pay it back in a month, but she wouldn’t have been able. The colleague would have been good enough not to force her to repay the money immediately and the debt would have remained. A few months later, the girl’s marriage was restored in a hurry to a man who worked in the UK. The girl resigned and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian wedding. In the middle of that, she called Liitha and gave her account number. She said to put the money in the account. A week later, the lady had left India with her husband. Lalitha wanted to pay the lady back. But she kept putting it off until she forgot everything. From time to time it would appear in her memory and then disappear for a long time.

The bright light waved from behind and was extinguished as the door closed to the pipe room, and for a moment they stood where they stood, now seeing more clearly what was before them. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor right in front of them. There was a dim but clear light shining down, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by hanging shapes, as if horizontal candles were set there that were softened as they burned and folded down, extinguishing their own wicks and now hardened in permanent downward turns.