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Sexyboyforyou on all
Fucking Suganya pt IV - explosion
Suganya groaned as Dom fucked her against the wall, his huge dick sliding in and out of her drenched pussy effortlessly.
Sweat poured from her hot body, her nipples fully erect which her lover devoured on. The horny pair moved to the floor where Dom started screwing his best mate’s girlfriend from behind, hitting her tight arse with each thrust.
Dom pushed hard as he entered her, rubbing her sides and back aware of his rising cum. “OHH! OHH! BITCH YES!†Dom yelled as Suganya continued to gasp, still mesmerized by the size of the boner entering her.
They duly flipped over and back to the missionary position; “OH! OH! DOM DOM!†shouted the sex goddess as she got closer to climax herself.
She wrapped her legs around his back again
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I've Been Watching You - Part Two
           Nick jerked awake and sat up. He looked around warily and realized he was in his bed, in his apartment. Was it just a dream? he wondered. He threw the blankets back and saw he had on the shorts he normally slept in. Maybe it was a dream, he thought. But…he examined his aching wrists and realized it hadn’t been a dream. The marks on his wrists declared that he had been tied to something, recently. He checked his ankles and found the same marks.
The Teacher
The Teacher By: Chocolatlover © The actuall name was changed to protect the Lady-Teacher's privacy It happened long before I was 20 and it was the beginning of summer. Although I was no longer “wet behind the ears”, but not guaranteed dry. At least not dry enough for Mary. I had just separated from my 4 years older girlfriend Jutta, whom was 20 at the time, after I found her diary by chance when I was cleaning. Oh my, did we have a crazy time. I had never seen a diary before, left alone led one myself.
So I was curious and opened the last pages, just to find out what she was thinking about me. I leafed through in shock, more and more backwards, only to find out that I was not alone, apart from the fact that all the other were GI's. I met Jutta beginning of A
Sally's Breakfast
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A warm Sunday morning saw Sally at home alone in her small suburban flat.
She was feeling a little seedy from a night out with friends at an Italian restaurant and decided that a black coffee and a muffin was the go this morning to give her a little kick start. Sally was a quiet yet confident woman who lived alone in her small outer suburban flat. She was an admin assistant by day and a mostly solitary person by night. She enjoyed meeting with friends and socialising occasionally but on the whole, she was a do it on yo
“I need your help. Can I Come Over?†Pt.4
Part 4
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Chapter 5 - The Date
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As I was driving down to the mall to pick up Cali (that was my nickname for her because she was in love with California), my mind started to wonder. What would Caroline think if she found out the things I have done in the past week? Since we had talked about losing our virginity together, I had already had sex with her, and my, best friend Emily, my sisters little friend Stephanie, my hot mom, and my even hotter sister. I had done all these things without even considering how Cali would feel if she found out. At the beginning I had convinced myself that I was doing those things for her benefit, but in reality, it was my own perverse mind that led me to cheating on her over and over. But I decided that what happened in
Making of Billy
It
had been four years since 15 year old Billy had been reported missing.
Billy had more than one run in with the law so no one thought that he
had met with foul play. There was a full search put on for him for the
first few months but when no leads surfaced everyone just felt that he
had run away. Billy was a well-built lad that had an outstanding career
ahead of him in football or baseball. A star athlete growing up and in
his first year of high school made the varsity football team. He just
had a wild side and always seemed to end up in trouble.
Now that our kids had grown up it was much to big for my wife of
fifteen years and me. We had a two-story house with a full basement. We
very seldom use
Wifes First Time
MY TRUE STORY
Hi I am sasi kala from chennai. I read all the stories and I thought of posting my own true story. Now I am 32 and I am married and I got a girl baby. I hailed from a very poor family. My father died when I was 7 and my mother was the one who struggled hard to live . After my 12th I got a seat for nursing in a college in chennai. And I was very lucky to get a job in a hospital in Saudi as soon as i finished my nursing. The agent charges us Rs.40000 to get the job. My mamma got the money for the interest of 5% per month. I was told that I will be paid qr1200 that is about rs 10000. I was very happy for this is going to be the first time to see so much money.
Finally I was in Jeddaha. They picked us from the airport and we where sent to the camp. There I met few of the seniors from
After the Concert
It was a Saturday night and me and my friends Dom, Drew, Brian, Kendall, and Sarah had all gone to the Taylor Swift concert at the Tweeter Center in Mansfield. Now because we had lawn seats we obviously drank and smoked weed during the concert like everyone else there. Unfortunately our Sarah who was our ride (and also the only person with a license) got detained by the concert security halfway through Taylor's set. None of us knew what to do, so after the concert we all just went to the parking lot and sat in Sarah's car.
We were listening to music and relaxing in the car when suddenly Kendall and Brian began to make out in the backseat. I tried to ignore it
The Middle
The Middle
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About two-weeks later and after JT and occasionally one or two of his friends continued to ‘visit’ my wife at her motel room the job was winding down and she was due to return home. The visits, because of necessity on both parts remained quite hush-hush, as no one needed the problems that would be associated with these visits because of their positions in the community. JT was the manager
We Just Met
hi im luisa im 5 1 i have a cokebottle shape big ass 34 C boobs fair skin black wavy hair hazel eyes im spanish and white but ne ways  when i was 13 me and my friend erica where swiming in the lake in front of her neiborhood the neiborhood she lived in was still being built and she was one of the first people to live there so the lake was clean. erica asked me if i had brought the towels i said no but i would go get them so i walked back down to her house it was hot that day so didnt bother to but my dress back on over my bikini when i was half way to her house one of the concution workers that was workin on a house close to hers said something to me i kept walkin whe
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An Ancient Sexual Revolution
AN ANCIENT SEXUAL REVOLUTION
By Dick Inkum
(Note: In preparing this report from ancient Mediterranean documents, we have used contemporary vulgar vernacular language where it best reflects the original text)
I am Prince Amidon, senior advisor to my brother King Machitan.
Our realm faced a crisis. We had a terrible population loss due to a disease brought by invaders. We repulsed the invaders but lost people due to the disease and the war itself. The king called a council of advisors and princes to discuss the issue and recommend action.
My youngest brother, Prince Smulk, argued that our old religion discouraged sex and hence procreation. He claimed we needed to do just the opposite; to make sex part of a religious ritual that would honor wanton copu
While the Boys are Away, the Girls Will Play: REALLY HOT!
I heard the jingle of a key in the lock from my spot on the couch.
“It’s open!” I yelled, and turned back to the TV.
Ashley sighed from outside the door to our apartment. I heard some bags shift and finally she opened the door. She looked exhausted, probably from lugging five shopping bags up three floors to our place.
The elevator was broken, and had been for months. No one evens bothers the general manager about it anymore.
My Neighbor
Once i decided to make my make my move, i acted fast, because i wanted her.
I saw her ex husband take their children away for the weekend. And my parents were set to leave in an hour. This was the night.
Once my parents left, i jerked the early one off, because i was so nervous and horny.
I walked over, and knocked on her door. She came to the door and gave me a smile.
She opened the door.
"Hey" she said
i told her i needed to talk to her about something. and we went in and sat on her couch.
I told her i needed help with girls.
She took it from there, and put her hand on my thigh, i looked at her and smiled and she came in and kissed me.
we were making out on her couch for a while, she was wearing a short skirt, w
Mrs. Taggart & Friends, Part 1
Chapter 1
When I was in college, I earned pocket money by doing handyman type jobs around the neighbor hood of the college. In those days I was a touch under six feet tall, and a bit over 170 pounds, with dark brown hair that tended to wave, and brown eyes. My penis was just
“Yes, Mrs. Taggart,” I said gratefully accepting the drink. I sat down on one of the boxes. Mrs. Taggart sat opposite me. She demurely crossed her knees.
“So tell me, Jim, what are you studying in college?”
“History, Mrs. Taggart,” I replied, “European history.”
“Well, then,” she said enthusiastically, “You may want to look through some of those boxes before Goodwill comes to take them. My late husband was quite a history buff.”
“That sounds great, Mrs. Taggart.”
“You can call me ‘Muriel,’ Jim. ‘Mrs. Taggart’ gets a little stodgy sounding after awhile.”
“Sure, Muriel,” I replied with a smile. In my mind ‘Muriel’ was the name of a cow, not an attractive older woman. From what I could tell, she still had a nice figure, and a very sweet smile: I’ve always been fond of women who have pleasant smiles.
[Filler conversation]
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Muriel asked. “A strong and handsome young man like you must be beating the girls away with a stick.”
I blushed at the complement. “I don=t really have a lot time for a girlfriend. And anyway, I find most of the college girls rather vapid and brainless. I like a woman who is intelligent,” I looked out of the garage door, “And mature.”
“Oh really, Jim?” Muriel said. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Honest truth, Ma’am.” I said smiling in reply. “Thanks for the drink, but I need to get back to work.”
I continued laboring with the boxes until I finally had them all transferred from the attic to the garage. I was beat: tired, hot and sweaty; and looking forward to sitting down.
Muriel came out to evaluate my handiwork. She smiled and pronounced that I had done an excellent job.
“Come inside, Jim, and I’ll fix you a drink,” Muriel said kindly.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I sat down on the sofa and stretched out. In just a few moments Muriel came into the living room with two martinis.
I did a bad Bogart impression in response. “Here=s looking at you, sweetheart.”
“As a history student, Jim, you should know that expression can be construed as an insult. It means that you are going to keep your eyes open while you take a drink because you don=t trust the person you are drinking with: that=s one reason why beer tankards have a glass bottom in them.”
“But I like looking at you,” I said with a laugh
“Well, that=s different.”
It was true. I liked looking at Muriel Taggart. She was leaning back in the corner of the sofa, her drink in one hand, the other arm resting on the back of the couch. That pose called some attention to her bosom, which was nicely proportioned. Again, she had crossed her knees, and now was dangling her left sandal on her foot. What I could see of her legs was very nice: slender, smooth, shapely, and without any varicose veins. Part of me was hoping that she would uncross her legs so I might get a glimpse up her dress.
“Jim, you poor dear, you look so hot and sweaty,” Muriel said putting her glass on the coffee table, “Would you like to take a shower and clean up?”
I could feel the stickiness of my shirt. “Yes, Muriel, that would be nice.”
“Then follow me.”
She led me to the bathroom. I stood awkwardly while Muriel rummaged in the linen closet for, as she put it, ‘a nice towel.’ Muriel got not just a towel but a bottle of shampoo and new bar of soap for me as well.
“Just toss your work clothes out of the door. I’ll run them through the washing machine when you=re done with the hot water.”
Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, I started the water and took a nice lengthy shower. I certainly felt good to wash the sweat and dirt from the attic off of me.
As I was drying off and regretting that Muriel didn’t find a razor so I could touch up my morning shave I heard a tapping on the bathroom door.
“Jim, I found a bathrobe you can wear: it=s on the doorknob.”
Clean, dry and now clothed I headed back to the living room. Muriel was waiting there, having refreshed our drinks.
As before, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa while we chatted.
Muriel listened attentively as I rambled on about my classes and the college sports teams. I listened attentively as Muriel rambled on about the doings of her bridge club and book club.
“If you will excuse me Jim,” Muriel said rising. She finished her second martini in one long pull and disappeared towards the kitchen.
I few moments later I got the surprise of my life. Muriel sashayed into the living room wearing only a black lace demi-cup bra and matching panties. I was right in my assessment of Muriel=s figure: she was still a very attractive woman, with just the hint of a tummy, but I could care less about that. As she came nearer, I could see her pale pink areolas peak out over the scalloped edges of her bra cups. Of course I became erect instantly at the sight of her in her undies.
Muriel turned herself around to give me a good look at her.
“What do you think, Jim?”
“Wow!” is all I could say. And that was true. For being around sixty she was incredibly sexy. She sat back down on the sofa. I scooted over to her and slipped my arms around her. Her skin was warm and smooth. I started kissing her, trying to hold back my enthusiasm, but to no avail: my lips were all over her face and neck. She untied the sash of the bathrobe I was wearing and grasped my penis.
“Is this for me?” she asked coyly as she gently stoked my erection
“Yes,” I murmured between kisses, “All for you, Muriel!” I locked my lips to hers. Our tongues met and dueled. I brought my right hand from her back to fondle her breasts. I was able to pop her left nipple out over her bra cup. With a bit of gentle rubbing it became erect.
I worked my way down her neck, kissing all the way. Now was time for restraint. Slowly I kissed back and forth across her chest moving lower towards her breasts. From the limited experience that I had I knew that women like things to go slow. I was happy to oblige.
As I was easing lower I slid my hands around to feel her tushie. It was a little flat, but I had no complaints about it.
I was thoroughly aroused by the soft and warm flesh under my lips as I kissed Muriel=s breasts. But I wanted more. I released her bottom and unhooked her bra.
Muriel Taggart=s breasts would have done a woman thirty years her junior proud: still reasonably firm B not totally flaccid B symmetrical; with very pale areolas and thick nipples that were now jutting out proudly at me.
“Do you like my boobies, Jim?” Muriel murmured smiling.
In reply I took her right nipple in my mouth while it caressed her left breasts. I suckled lightly on that jewel, flicking at it with my tongue. Muriel whispered her appreciation of my attentions. After a few minutes I switched sides.
“Don’t want to let anyone feel left out,” I said huskily.
When I was satisfied that Muriel=s breast had been thoroughly loved I continued down her body. Her tummy was soft, as to be expected. When I reached the waistband of her panties I knew what I had to do.
Slowly I eased the lacy black panties down, kissing the soft skin as it was unveiled to my hungry gaze.
“Oh, Jim-dear, you are a tease!”
When I got her panties down far enough, I was surprise that Muriel was totally smooth. If she shaved or it was just the result of age I didn’t know, and at the time it didn’t care. After getting her panties off and tossed aside I knelt down and began to worship Muriel=s pussy.
Another pleasant surprise was the fact that she rapidly became lubricated. She was no dried up old woman. Her pussy had a rich earthy aroma, and the sweet taste.
Muriel was certainly enjoying my attentions: she stroked my hair and murmuring terms of endearment to me. Her hands dropped from my head, her breathing picked up speed as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue as I slipped my right middle finger in to her vagina. She was reasonably tight, in spite of her age.
“Oh God, Jim! That is fantastic!” she murmured ecstatically. “Oh God, oh...Oh yes...Oh God, I=m cumming! Oh!” she moaned as her climax broke over her in waves.
Slowly I eased my lips away from her pussy and on to her soft and smooth thighs to let Muriel enjoy her orgasm.
Muriel was totally relaxed. “Oh, Jim,” she said in a husky voice, full of passion, “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”
“You=re welcome, Muriel,” I said looking up from between her legs. I smiled a mischievous smile. “Do you mind if I do it again?”
Muriel sighed deeply as she leaned further back into the cushions. “If you insist...”
Rather than just diving back into her sweet pussy I paid attention to the inside of her thighs and her plump and smooth mount of Venus. I knew if I barely touched my penis I would erupt, I kept my left hand under Muriel=s bottom while my right wandered upwards towards her breasts.
“You certainly know how to please a woman, Jim,” Muriel said huskily as my lips paid homage to her womanhood.
When I had worked my way back to her pussy the phone rang.
“Don=t stop,” Muriel said as she reached for the phone. “Hello?” she said dreamily.
The rest of the conversation on her part was a series of detached, monosyllabic answers: ‘Yes,’ ‘No,= ‘Uhuh,’ and the like.
I could tell by how Muriel wiggled and rubbed herself against my face that another orgasm was quickly approaching. I slipped my tongue into her vagina as deep as it would go. Muriel responded with a long, shuddering groan of pleasure as she climaxed again.
Apparently the person on the other end of the phone asked what was going on.
“There=s a handsome young man here eating my pussy, and it=s driving me wild!”
