During 2015-2017 I happened to have some amazing times with a mature lady fondly called “Auntie Lynda”, This Is how it all started she's not actually an Aunt but a really close friend of the family her and my mother have been close friends for over 35 years , At the time I worked in a pub. It was a good place to meet girls and have a laugh. I was still living at home at the time and mum used to go out regularly with her friend called Lynda. For a woman in her 50’s Lynda was stunning. They were as close as sisters, she was with her almost every day and we all used to call her Aunt because of this.
One night both my mother and Lynda stopped off in the pub where I was working for a drink before they headed off downtown for the night at the other pubs and clubs in town. Lynda was wearing
“The guys won’t be able to keep their hands off of you!” Gabrielle said to Riley. Gabrielle or Gabby as everyone called her was probably right. Riley was 5’5 130lbs with 38DDs and a pear shaped ass that all the guys drooled over. She was wearing a black lace and leather top. The leather covered most of her chest, but hugged every curve. Gabby could even see her nipples trying to poke through the leather. Lace clinger to her body from the bottom of the cups to the top of her equally leather clad cheeky bottoms.
While Gabby gushed I’ve over her best friend’s sexiness, she wore something equally as enticing. She wore a red dress that came down to her mid-thigh. Very unassuming in length, except that it was completely sheer. Underneath were a matching bra and thong panty set t
Jess: The Blond Bombshell
Jess developed very early just like her mom who was an absolute smoke show. Think Kylie Page except with Tessa Fowler’s tits, and Jess was basically a younger cuter version of that. Her mom got pregnant with Jess at 16 making Jess just about ripe for someone to put a baby in her and start the cycle again. I heard her telling Emily that her mom’s sex advice was “always give a boy a blowjob if he drives you home. Unless you like walking!” I couldn’t believe it. Just thinking about her plump pink lips, shiny and wet with lipgloss got me balls starting to churn. Every time I saw her get picked up from school by a new fling couldn’t help be a little jealous.
Finally my turn came when she was over late studying with Emily. I guess they were really into a project
I came up and stretched. "Lena?"
I heard nothing back, so I got up and looked at the bed to see I was alone. I wasn't sure where she went, but I put my bra and panties on and went to the door.
I opened it and walked through it. "I still have no idea where Lena went, but I need some white pussy now. We still haven't told our moms we're fucking each other. After doing it with you so many times, I wonder what it's like doing it with your mom. She's definitely a MILF too, and I'm sure her pussy tastes just as good as yours," I ranted, walking through the hallway. "Is there a light on, though?"
I saw that, but wasn't sure what was going on. I stay quiet, not to startle anyone, and quietly made into the living room where the light was.
'Do I hear kissing?' I thought before I looked
iMessage from Ashlyn St.. Pierre: hi
With one simple text message she had shattered the illusion that I could go the rest of my life without ever thinking about her again. I hadn't spoken to Ashlyn St.. Pierre in over five years, and it had honestly taken me almost that long to stop thinking about her... obsessing about her. I had, at long last, accepted the end of our three-year long relationship. She had been my only love and, truth be told, my only lover. And, like a shot out of the blue, she was back in my inbox.
iMessage sent by you: Yes?
I had agonized over my response to her text for the better part of a day. Should I ignore her message? Try to be friendly? Pretend I didn't recognize her number? The dozens of possibilities zoomed through my mind. However, each response
"Hey, Mr. Elis," I said as the door opened.
"Hello, Amanda. I swear, you look prettier every time I see you, and I see your brown hair is getting long now."
"Thank you, Mr. Elis, is Chase here?"
"No, didn't he tell you, he's got some things to do with Brian and Sal now. Probably shouldn't be more than a couple of hours, but you know where his room is, though, so you're welcome to wait for him if you want. I tried texting him a little while ago, but he didn't answer. You could also hang out with me, but I'm just an old dude."
"I'll just wait for him in his room, but I'm sure you'd rather spend time alone, rather than with your son's girlfriend," I replied, coming in the house with him. "Unless you really just want some company," I put out there, turning back to him.
"No, rea
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Story Code: Teen, Oral, M/F, F/F, Fingering, Voyeur, Incest, Anal, Hand-job, Noncon, M/FF
That 70’s Porno Pt. 04
By Muhabba
--Wednesday Afternoon, The Formans’ Garage
"And you're sure you saw him over here?" Bob asked Kelso as they stood in front of
Red Foreman's garage. He had woke
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share
it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know
what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All
characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own That
70’s Show or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so
you should feel free to share.
Story Code: Teen, Oral, M/F, F/F, Fingering, Voyeur, Incest, Anal, Hand-job, Noncon, M/FF
That 70’s Porno Pt. 03
By Muhabba
--Tuesday Afternoon, The Pinciotti Backyard
"Mom! You're not taking your top off!" Donna squealed in shock as her mother took
her bikini top off and let it fal
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share
it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know
what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All
characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own That
70’s Show or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so
you should feel free to share.
Story Code: Teen, Oral, M/F, F/F, Fingering, Voyeur, Incest, Anal, Hand-job, Noncon, M/FF
That 70’s Porno Pt. 02
By Muhabba
--Early Monday Morning, Outside Point Place High School
The sun was just barely coming up outside of the school as Hyde, Donna and Fez met
underneath the flagpo
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characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own That
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Story Code: Teen, Oral, M/F, F/F, Fingering, Voyour, Incest, Anal, Hand-job, Noncon, M/FF
That 70’s Porno Pt. 01
By Muhabba
So I worked really hard to get the dialogue in this story to sound like the
characters in the show which also meant trying to get a balance between a believab
Anupama pulls ann Indian train of 14 cricketers by Aussie Greg
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After her victory in a seven hour marathon sex fight Anupama was almost beside herself as we entered the jewellery shop. Another victory another piece of jewellery. It took her almost 3 hours to decide on the gold ankle chain and waist chain, and her final decision showed her taste. Not thin elegant or refined, but vulgar ostentatious, and as thick as a man bracelet.
Early last summer I had noticed a group of Indian students who arrived, no matter the weather, to play cricket (that English, Australian, South African, West Indian and of course Indian sport maybe most close to baseball for USA readers). For Indians, it is almost a religion and National team s
It had been a whirlwind year. From graduating at University up north, to getting married, the arrival of our son and then accepting my first position in a job in the Big Smoke. And so it was, as a young family we headed excitedly down to London to start our new life together…
One of my first tasks in my new job was to appoint myself a Secretary. We interviewed three girls, myself and my boss, all very well qualified, though one woman was a good fifteen years older than me, so it would’ve felt a bit like having my mother at work.
Which left a choice of two. One girl had slightly more experience, but in all honesty was a bit of a plain Jane, frumpy, with big NHS glasses and spots around her mouth. The other girl, less experienced but oh my, those dark brown eyes, raven hair and hour
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Scarlett Johansson, Kat Dennings, Christina Hendricks, Lindsay Lohan, Linda Carter, Charlotte McKinney, Kate Upton, or Alexandra Daddario, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.
Story Codes: Teen, Gang bang, M+/F, FF/F
Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 03, The 4 Double D 's... of Doom
By Muhabba
(Best when read in the voice of the guy that use
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Scarlett Johansson, Kat Dennings, Salma Hayak, or Sofia Vergara, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.
Story Code: Teen, m/F, M+/F, FF, MC
Scarlett Johansson: Agent Red Ep. 02, Spring break... Of Terror
By Muhabba
(Best when read in the voice of the guy that used to do the intro to the G.I. Joe cartoon:) Scarlett Johansson is Agent Red, work
“I told you I needed a new bathing suit!”
“My God, have you really grown that much since last summer?” Mom gasped, her eyes going wide.
“Yes,” I snorted, twisting and turning in front of the mirror. The top was a cup size too small and the bottoms barely covered my bottom. “I told you,” I growled at her.
“Well, it’s not like you look bad in it,” she said with half a grin, “I wish I still had the body to wear something like that.”
“Mom!” I cried.
“So, it’s a little skimpy,” she said, coming over and adjusting the straps on the top, “There aren’t going to be any boys there, are there?”
“No, but…”
“It’s bunch of thirteen-year-old girls running around in their bathing suits in Jenny’s backyard,” she reasoned, untying and retying the strings on my bottoms, “None of your f
That peach glow on my skin , I inherited it from my mother. If I were to travel back in time to my mothers youth , I would find in her the same toned belly, broad hips and tightly shaped breasts that I so openly flaunted in all my social media pictures.
I threw on a beautiful top, I had purchased from zara on my first date with Faizan. I met Faizan on a chatting website after I broke up with Sean . Faizan helped me through my emotional rollercoaster and soon our conversations progressed on to explicit content, like role playing. I got good at it and Faizan was smitten with me. Then he insisted on taking me out shopping and I readily agreed. He turned out to be the same handsome lad he claimed to be. He spent a lot over me and I thought he deserved something in return, so I took him to
This is a series of stories all with significant truth to them; names have been changed, and some details have been re-worked to make it a more appealing story, but be certain that most of the events happened, or at least I *wished* they would've happened, to me.
Since I wrote this as a series of chapters, some are longer than others, and some are more or less erotic (like this one) than others. However, each one plays into the next.
Continued from College Tales Chapter 1: Partying with Randall
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I’ve had this dream since freshman year of college; I think it became more realistic when I actually learned about sex (not ‘about’ sex as in sex-ed class, but ‘about’ sex as in actually having it) that spring. It’s based on fact, but the actual events of the party are completely f
I wrote this story - and the following chapters - last year but finally decided to post them up. These are somewhat based on real events (names changed, of course), or on real fantasies I've had or still have about friends from the past.
I'll post the chapters in the order in which I wrote them; some might be shorter than others, or more erotic than others, but read through them all and tell me what you think!
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Randall is an old friend of mine from college. Both of us are in our early 20s, only a few years out of school and still trying to find our respective ways in the world. Randall’s a pretty big guy, about 6’5”, and on more than one occasion he’s been called to help out with a backcountry arrest for the local Forest Service. As far as I know, he’s never killed a m
This is a true story but names have been changed for obvious reasons...
I am a 29 year old guy called Tony and I would describe myself as a guy who likes to work hard but play harder. I have a boyfriend called Dan who is a little older than me (by 8 months to be precise) and we have been together for five and a half years. To say he is the settling down type is an understatement.
Throughout our relationship, I am always the one who likes to go out partying and if I'm honest with myself, I probably do have somewhat of a drinking problem as I would always want to get wrecked but really feel I am just trying to escape my boring routine. My boyfriend enjoys a good night out but always wants to go after five drinks as he struggles with really bad hangovers if not.
It was our friend's
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''.
"Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him.
"I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
Jake gave him an annoyed look, but then stepped back and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."
Colin walked in and sat on the edge of the couch. Jake came and sat down a bit further from him.
"I guess you know what I wanted to talk about." Colin said.
"No, not really." Jake replied in a bored voice.
Colin clenched his teeth. What an asshole.
"I know you and Michelle have been seeing each other."
"And
The Story...
Slechts Groot (part one)
This story has the following content:
M+/F, Intr, Slut Wife, Size, Exh, Brothel, Orgy, SM, and is Pre-Viral.
In late spring, the canals, the many little bridges that ribbed each canal into the distance, and all the walkways leading to and from were framed with blooming trees and flowers, a scene that deserved to have been painted by one of the classic painters. But this was Amsterdam, and such scenes had been famously recreated by many Masters, over hundreds of years. An extra little flower from America was a part of today's scene. Jaimie was central on one of the up and over bridges. There she was leaning upon a stone wall railing, peering onto the canal scene of barges. There was even a classic Keeshond, a Dutch barge dog, down there on on
Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around
for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of
course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but
the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly.
Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell
he wasn’t in a very good shape. Not so much because of the blazing sun that was straight overhead,
but more because he had kept her awake for most of the time that night. Well, not directly but he
seemed to her the kind of guy who had made the Spanish maid moan and scream with passion for
half the
Because I have plenty of spare time while studying I spent a couple of days in Brazil last month.
My father though I deserved a little holiday. We were also invited to a wedding in Buenos Aires.
My dad had predicted that there was a lot of nice things to see and he proved to be right. The women
there were all beautifully dressed, the one even more gorgeous than the other. And their looks...
incredibly sexy and sensual. Their long, wavy hair, their wonderful shapes that were accented even
more by their dresses. And best of all: of the several hundred guests more than half were female!
The table was arranged in such a way that my company consisted of only one couple, the rest were
all girls. Daniela, one of them, was a real stunner. Her slim body was decorated with a pair of firm
Chloe Pederson opened the front door, and closed it quickly against the brutal summer heat. Icky and sticky, it was another one of those god awful summer days, 100 degrees, and humidity of 90 percent. How in the hell were people supposed to do anything outside? If it wasn't for air conditioning, this land would still belong to the Indians. Maybe we should just give it back to them, and she'
This story is abusolutly true, it happened 2 days ago.
I was at my friend Camille's house just hanging out. When her brother decided he was gonna spy on us, he's 19and Im 15 so I really didn't pay that much attention to him. I told him that we knew that he was watching us and then he asked if we wanted to play truth or dare. So we did and it was the worst game of truth or dare I have ever play
This story is not entirely true, though in the interests of interest, I’m not going to say exactly what is and isn’t true. What I will say is that while the names are false, my description of “Charlotte” and the narrator are both true and accurate.
Charlotte sat on the side of the bed, the shirt of her PJ's hugging her slender body just tight enough to reveal the presence of her C-cup breasts
The Bridal shower continues.
