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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Fun with my mother-in-law

Im a 22 year old guy who just like most other guys is always eyeing up loads of women. Since the age of 16 I have had many sexual encounters with girls and for the last 20 of them I have started keeping a momento afterwards to remind me of the great fun we had. It all started as a mistake after a girl I brought back for a one nighter left her thong on my bedroom floor. I woke up to find it there and began to relive the past nights love making. I suddenly had this urge to be with her again when I spotted her thong. I began to slowly masturbate my hard cock whilst looking down at her knickers with a slight stain in them. The next thing I knew I had the crotch of her thong pressed directly to my nose, smelling her scent. It drove me wild, I wanted more so I started to lick the stain, still being able to taste her juices on the now increasingly wet material. And that is where my fetish for it all started.
Since then I have kept a pair of panties whether they were given or if I had to steal them and every now and then I go through my pile of dirty underwear having a sniff, reminiscing the night of pleasure provided by the wearer. Now I may begin the story…..
I had just finished work and didn’t want to go home to my cold shitty flat so I decided to go to my girlfriend Jenny’s house. She lived at home with her mum and dad still but they were relaxed with me going round and staying over. When I got there I knocked on the door and it was Tina who answered. Tina is jenny’s mum, she is roughly 45 years old, id say about 120 pounds and maybe 5ft 7 tall. The years have been good to her as she still has a fantastic arse on her, pretty small but perky looking tits, and a slight belly growing. Her hair is brown and shoulder length, and she flicks it round in a flirty fashion often enough knowing that people still find her really attractive.
‘hello john, what can I do for you ?’ said Tina
‘I’m just wondering if jenny is back form work yet?’ I said
‘No, but she shouldn’t be too long, come in and wait if you like ?’
So in I walked watching her as she looked to almost glide across the kitchen floor.
‘fancy a brew?’ she asked
‘yes please’
I watched her in my usual admiring way as she worked her way round the kitchen opening up the fridge to get the milk, looking in the cupboard for the tea bags. She was wearing a white blouse with a frilly pattern down the front where the buttons are, a black knee length pencil skirt, black tights and heels. This outfit really made her look gorgeous, like a really sexy little secretary.
‘ Paul not back yet?’ I asked with a glimmer of hope
‘no, he is working down south this week so wont be back till the weekend’
My heart started beating, Paul was her husband, and with him out of the way it made it a whole lot easier to complete my fetish.
‘is it ok if I go use the bathroom please ? I asked
‘yeah sure, u no where it is’ came her reply
I had the usual excited spring in my step as I started to so up the stairs, two at a time. I knew I didn’t have long so every second counts. I walked along the corridor towards the bathroom and opened the door then shut it again pretty hard without actually going in, hoping she would think I was in there. I carried on down the corridor until I got to Tina and Paul’s bedroom door. I gently pushed it open, trying my hardest to stop before it started creaking then slid in through the gap. There stood my ‘holy grail’ in the far corner of the room, the laundry basket. Without wasting any time I crept across the room and started going through it. I came across a white thong with a small stain on the gusset and I went week at the knees. This was perfect. I crept my way back across the room, out the door closing it too after me then headed for the bathroom. I slowly began to turn the handle trying to reduce the squeak of the turning knob. When I was inside I did the same when shutting the door and locking it then started undoing my jeans. I pushed them down to my ankles along with my underwear and sat on the toilet seat lid. I tore off some toilet roll and laid it across my knee then I lifted the thong up to my face and inhaled deeply.
The smell was fantastic, the musky odour filling my nostrils had me hard in an instant. I put the thong over my head so the gusset was over my nose and began to take deep long breathes in through my nose, out through my mouth whilst wanking. As I got more into it I knew I had to taste her so I adjusted the thong so I had the stain pressing against my lips. I started to probe the material with my tongue, licking slightly, which soon turned into full sucking of her thong stained juices, my nose now inhaling the smell of her arse. It wasn’t long before I came all over the toilet roll. I quickly cleaned up and flushed the toilet. I stood up, fastened my jeans back up and opened the door and there stood Tina. I froze, on the spot, with her dirty thong in my hand. Then my senses came back to me and I hid the underwear behind my back.
‘you’ve been ages, just came to check you are ok?’
‘im fine, im fine’ I said
‘you look flustered, and what are you hiding behind your back?’ she asked
‘nothing’
‘ show me’ she demanded
I slowly brought my hand forward, her thong resting on my open palm, my face bright red with embarassement, feeling so bad that I had been caught.
‘YOU PERVERT, YOU FILTHY PERVERT’ she shouted, ‘JUST WAIT TILL I TELL JENNY AND PAUL’
‘no’ I pleaded ‘please don’t, I will do anything’
There was no changing her mind, she stormed down the corridor into her bedroom and picked up the phone. She started dialing a number, I had to think fast, I ran over, reached down and ripped the connection for the phone out of the socket.
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ she was furious now
‘your not telling anybody’ I replied and with that I grabbed her by her arms and dragged her over to the bed, picking her up and slamming her down on the matress.
‘You just had to question me, couldn’t just leave me be. Now your gonna get whats coming to you’
I climbed up on top of her and sat on her stomach, pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. I lent down and started to kiss her on her mouth. She started shaking her head from side to side trying to stop me, screaming for me to stop. I lent back and slapped her hard across the cheek.
‘stop struggling, or I will hit you again u dirty old slut’
I grabbed her hand again and pushed them back down against the bed. I lent forward and kissed her on the lips, this time she didn’t shake her head, but kept her lips closed tightly again. SLAP.
‘don’t make this hard on yourself’
Third time round she just layed there and accepted the inevitable and let me kiss her. As my tongue explored the mouth of the woman I had fantasised about for years, I could feel myself becoming hard again. I looked at Tina and her eyes grew wide with fear as she felt my hard cock pressing against her stomach. I let go of her wrists and began to un button her blouse. She started to struggle again, bucking her body ferociously underneath me, almost as if she was fighting for her life. Her hands formed fists and she started punching me anywhere she could. I sat back and ploughed one of my own fists straight into her face. All the struggle came out of her straight away, her arms dropped down on the bed and a trickle of blood started to drip from her nose. I had knocked her out, I checked for a pulse to make sure I hadn’t killed her and she was alright.
Now she wasn’t fighting it made it easier for me so I climbed off her and knelt on the bed next to her. I Started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom upwards, slowly revealing her stomach. I started to trace the line of her blouse with my tongue, starting form the waist line of her skirt, over her belly button and upwards towards her bra. I rapidly unbuttoned the last 4 buttons then sat her up so I could undo her bra, then take both items of clothing off. Her titties were smaller than they looked and she had really dark nipples. I laid her back down on the bed and began to grope away at her tits, flicking her nipples with my fingers before leaning down and taking a nipple in my mouth. The nipple soon turned stiff between my lips as I sucked, licked and gently nibbled on it. I began to play with her other nipple with my fingers. I cant begin to tell you how many nights I have had this fantasy whilst doing the same thing to her daughter.
Next I reached down and began to pull up her skirt, taking in the view of her lovely legs. As I got further up her legs I noticed she wasn’t wearing tights, but in fact stockings. My cock grew even harder and was straining against the denim of my jeans. I kept lifting the skirt till it was up around her waist, revealing a pair of white lacy panties. I let my hands start touching her stocking covered legs at her knee, gently running them up the smooth material, up over the seem of the stockings and to the side of her knickers. As I sat looking at her knickers, rubbing her inner thighs, I could see stray pubes poking through the lace. By now I was so hard I thought I would spurt my load at any second.
I placed a hand on either hip around the material of her knickers and began to wiggle them down, revealing a dark forest of pubic hair as I did so. I pulled them all the way off and put them in my pocket for later. I opened her legs as wide as they could go, giving me the most fantastic view I have ever seen. Her vagina really was a sight for sore eyes. Her big meaty pussy lips and engorged clitoris were clearly visible through her pubes, and when I tried to push my finger inside her hot love tunnel It was really tight. I slid my finger in and out a few times, feeling her pussy clenching round my finger. I could feel the first few lubricating drops of her pussy juice forming around my finger so I pulled it out. I sat there and sniffed my finger, the smell was slightly different to the dry stains in her knickers, it was so fresh and invigorating I had to taste it. All it took was one suck of my finger and the taste was like a drug, so addictive. I wanted more.
I leaned in and opened her pussy lips with my fingers and slid my tongue deep into her tight snatch. Tina seemed to be coming round again as I was licking away one minute at her clit, the next at her hole. She started again with the punching at me, really struggling to try and get me off. I couldn’t be bothered with the fight any more. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and released my throbbing cock. She looked straight into my eyes.
‘please John, don’t do it. I wont tell anybody, I promise’ she begged
‘you had your chance you bitch’
I fought her to get in between her legs, she was still thrashing around. I smacked her in the face again but she had grown wise to it and turned her head so I just hit the back of it. Fuck it. I grabbed a big hand full of her hair and dragged her off the bed. As her body slumped to the floor I dragged her hair again and made her face the bed, then bent her over it still holding her hair. There her arse was wiggling away in front of me. I grabbed a hold of my cock with my free hand and guided it to her pussy lips. She jerked and was still trying to escape from my grip but in doing so she pushed her self backwards and impaled herself on my cock. There I was balls deep in my mother-in-law and it felt like heven. I kept a good grip on her hair, forcing her face into the matress and with my other hand I reached round and in between her legs and started playing with her pussy.
I started to rape her, right there on her marital bed, thrusting in and out of her with my cock, slowly increasing the pace. She was really screaming now but also crying. This only spurred me on more and I began to fuck like a man possessed. In, out, in, out I went with such ferocity my balls were starting to ache from slapping against her. Then I began to feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls, the start of the euphoric wave that I couldn’t wait to release. And then it came, squirting out of my cock into my mother-in-law’s pussy, thrusting, squirting, it never seemed to end. Finally my orgasm subsided and my cock started to go flaccid again so I pulled it out of her pussy.
I picked up a towel from the floor and threw it at her.
‘get cleaned up u slut, and next time, don’t you fight it’ I said
All she did was sit on the edge of the bed looking at me sobbing. Her eyes red and bloodshot, she started to wipe her pussy clean. That’s when I herd the noise of the front door opening and Jenny shout ‘hello, I’m home’

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Ex Step Daughter Cums For Her Mom’s Stuff

It was hard kicking Sylvia out. We hadn’t lived together for very long and then again we simply did not have the chemistry to date, let alone live together. We’d never clicked as a couple. So the hard part was not to come to the conclusion that ‘hey – I got to get rid of this bitch.” The hard part for a loser like me is to work up the courage to do it. When I did, she went back to stay with the older of her two daughters, Bridget.
Around the time we met she was also staying at her daughter’s house. We met at a nearby pub, and I could hardly wait to get my dick in her pussy and blow a good couple day’s worth of cum all over her ass and on the pink thong she wore.
If a woman is wearing a thong and it is nice and stretchy I prefer sliding it to the side when I fuck her. It no doubt made Sylvia, a mature lady of forty-some odd years feel like a slutty nineteen year old. At the pub, and only very briefly at my house, she wore spandex leggings and a blouse that luckily didn’t even cover her plump booty looking incredibly luscious in those fuck-me leggings. Her stilettos made her ass pop out. Luckily there were few men at the bar and since this all took place in a suburban area in Florida, few fellas not covered by medicare or unemployment, so I got a shot at fucking her, which obviously is what she wanted. But as much as I got lucky that night, my bad luck would soon return with a vengeance. I got stuck with her and had to kick her out. Our relationship started out hot and steamy and ended on a sour note.
At least I had tried to be polite about asking her to kindly move out. At first she insisted on giving it another shot. Being polite failed and in the end I asked her daughter Bridget, to get her mom out of my house. This rather desperate strategy worked only too well, and now Sylvia would not talk to me. I wasn’t complaining but at the same time, I did care about the bitch and felt bad that I had upset her.
She hadn’t brought any furniture or much of anything except clothes and beauty products to my house, but because she left in a hurry, she had forgotten about some of her clothes. It could stay there for all I cared. I still had her pink thong, which I took it out some times to jerk off in it, and on it.
A couple weeks after Sylvia moved the doorbell rang and I was hugging her younger daughter Gracie. She looked good as always. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said ‘fine.’
My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you!
Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said.
You doubt what? she said.
I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back.
Actually, she doesn’t want it back. The clothes she left, she didn’t want. But she said I could have them if I picked them up myself. Is that okay by you?
Yeah sure thing! They’re still in my bedroom.
Could you show me where they are please, she said.
Okay, I said and walked ahead to my bedroom. It’s a nice and big room with a king size bed in it. I opened the walk-in closet where most of her stuff was hanging. She took out a couple of dresses.
Can I try these on? she asked.
Of course The bathroom is right over there, I said, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. She left me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay or not, but I stayed. And I was glad I did because she finally came out wearing a little black dress. It was short and tight around the booty and tits. She turned around and asked me to zip her up. Since I felt my cock chub up, and start to squirm a bit, I quickly zipped the dress up. She turned to face me.
Is this too revealing? she asked, giving me cause to look at her cleavage. Her boobs were the size of her mother’s, around a 32d.
No, if anything it’s not revealing enough, I joked.
Oh please. Seriously though, is it a keeper?
Yes, I think so. You look great! You look better in it than your mom, I said. I don’t think she’d even fit into it.
Oh be nice, she said.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed to take no notice of me gawking at her luscious butt. Again I felt my cock swell up in my briefs. I wished it would stop, but then again, I wasn’t going to stop looking at my ex’s youngest daughter, Gracie, modeling the little black dress. Finally, she went back in the bathroom so I could adjust my boner. I couldn’t believe my urges. I mean, am I that much of a freak?
Next she came out wearing a strapless sundress. The material was very thin and was draped around her young body with as much sexiness as I could take.
You look gorgeous Gracie, I told her.
She looked in the mirror while I approached her from behind and proceeded to gently rub her shoulders and neck. I had given her a back rub before which is how I knew she wouldn’t freak out. In fact, neither one of us said anything for the minute this was happening. She did not object, but I did not want to come off as a creep so I stopped touching her. She had more clothes to try on. A couple pairs of pants she didn’t want, a coat and a halter top she decided to keep. Some of the clothes she decided not to take without trying them on, because they were not her style. The last item she took out of the closet was a halloween outfit I didn’t realize she’d left behind. Gracie looked at it, looked at me with a grin, and slipped into the bathroom. She came out wearing the sexy gladiator queen outfit her mother had worn last halloween. The rubber skirt for it was really short, barely covering her ass.
Wow! I said.
Do you like it? she asked.
Oh I like! You look hot, sweetie.
Did my mom really go out in this?
She wore it at a halloween party.
She’s such a slut, she said.
That’s for damn sure! At the party she was shaking her ass like a cheap stripper.
Oh yeah? But I bet you liked it!
I did. I’ll miss that ass! I said.
You’re gonna miss mommy’s ass? What do you think about mine? she asked and turned around to shake her ass within spanking distance. I couldn’t help myself and I spanked her firmly on her ass. It made my cock jump and get fully erect. She had a surprised look on her face and immediately stopped gyrating her hips which did nothing to stop me from pressing my crotch against her ass and place one hand on her tummy and another on her arm.
I whispered in her ear: I think your ass is even hotter than your mommy’s!
She looked surprised at my directness. She must not have thought I had it in me since I usually had done my best to behave like a gentleman around Sylvia’s daughters. Now, all bets were off. My dick was rock hard and I had a scantily clad 22-year old twerking right in front of me in my bedroom. At least I was going to try!
She wiggled loose from my advances and asked for a bag to put the clothes in. All Sylvia’s clothes were lying in two piles on the bed. I wanted to throw her on the bed too, but I went to get her the bag instead.
I was happy to see she was still wearing the costume when I returned.
A garbage bag? Really? she said.
I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you, princess…
It’s fine, she said. Is there any more clothes?
At first I said no. Then I remembered the undergarments and lingerie in one og the dresser drawers.
No, wait a second, I said. There is more in the top drawer of the dresser.
She opened the drawer and looked at some worn out cotton panties and boy shorts which she tossed aside. Then she came across the shiny black leggings her mom wore the first time I met her. I had peeled them off her the first time I fucked her. She grabbed the leggings and a tube top and went back into the bathroom, only this time she left the door cracked. I saw her slipping out of the costume, standing totally naked. A couple minutes later she came out wearing the tight leggings and tube top. Again, I told her she looked stunning.
Thank you, she said, and went to look in the drawer. To my horror she found the pink thong. She looked at it and felt it and finally smelled it. I thought
These are nice but why are they so sticky?
I’m sorry, I said. I’ll take them and wash them.
As I reached to snatch them away from her she held them behind her back.
I want them, she said. But I just want to know. Did you jerk off in them?
What if I did? I said, rather nervously.
I think that’s cute, she said. But does that mean you still have feelings for mommy?
No, I said.
Are you sure? she said.
I’m sure! I said.
I want you to prove it to me! said Gracie.
I’ll do anything, I said. I moved in closer and closer but she spun around and started twerkin in her mom’s sexy leggings and bumping into my hardon.
You’re gonna prove it to me, then take out that hard dick of yours.
I pulled my pants and briefs down and she started grinding up along the shaft of my dick, then lowered her ass while only grazing my dick, and repeating. I was already on the verge of cumming, so I grabbed her and licked the side of her neck. She turned her head and we made out. She turned to face me and I yanked her mommy’s lycra tube top off of her and felt her breast.
I sucked on her nipples, pulled the leggings down and as I took her panties off I remembered that she was still holding the pink thong. I took it out of her hand.
What’re you doing? Those are mine?
Are they yours? Well let me give them to you!
Yeah, give them to me, she said. I kissed her, letting my greedy tongue slither all around her young mouth.
Give them back! she said. I fucking want those thongs!
Okay if you insist, young lady. She squealed as I lifted her and placed her on the bed. Then I slid the thongs on her and slid them to the side to lick her pussy until she demanded that I fuck her.
I want your dick inside me! she said.
I was happy to oblige, fucking her missionary, doggystyle, and cowgirl. As she was riding my dick, I got up with her still on me, and stood on the floor holding her on my dick while fucking her.
When I knew I couldn’t go on longer without cumming, I threw her on the bed, pulled the thongs off and stuck them in her mouth. I fucked her a minute longer, maybe less. Her hands were free and she could have taken them out of her mouth if she wanted, but she had submitted to me. I was her master and she was mine.
Not wearing a condom, I had to pull out before cumming. I helped my dick reach that final euphoric stage and blasted a load of cum onto her mommy’s pretty little thongs in her mouth.
She kissed me lovingly before she left me on the bed and let herself out. Before I took a nap I noticed the little black dress. She had forgotten it. I hope she comes back for it!

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Sarah and Deadeye… second meeting. Part 2: The Mall.

As he led her to the elevator, he turned and said to her “Listen, my little enema lover, you will not call me master while we are out, you will call me Uncle Bob.”
“Yes, Uncle Bob” she said with a grin.
While in the elevator, Deadeye reached down under her plaid skirt and tapped on the butt plug. She shivered, looked up at him and smiled. He could tell that she was enjoying this as much as he was.
When they got to the first floor, Deadeye led her out of the hotel main doors. It was a nice day, so no coats were necessary, and there was just hint of a breeze. Nothing to blow up the skirt, unfortunately, but Deadeye led her across the street to the mall entrance.
It was not a large mall, but large enough to have two floors, several anchor stores, and a myriad of smaller chain and local businesses. It had escalators at both ends and in the middle. This was where Deadeye was going to first expose his little cupcake.
The mall was built with the second floor level with the ground on this end, so he led her to the down escalator and down to the first floor. He looked down at her, her pale skin glowing in the light of the mall, looking so young and innocent. He could tell that she was relaxing during the walk over to the mall, but he knew just a little jerk or tap on the butt plug would put her mind back on her position and her sex. She was definitely an extremely sexual person.
Deadeye led them into a small video store like they were there to look at movies. “What kind of movies do you like?” he asked Sarah.
“Just about anything”, she said. “Comedies, thrillers, you know, just about anything.”
“Let’s look back here in the horror genre.” Deadeye said and he led her to the back of the store. There was nobody else in that section of the store and Deadeye was hoping it would stay that way for a while. He looked around for cameras, but didn’t see any. Even if there were some, he would give the watchers a thrill. They had just turned the corner of one aisle when Dennis stopped and pretended to be looking at the movies on the lower shelf. “What about one of those?” he asked and he pushed her a little so that she would bend over from the waist and look. She knew exactly what he wanted so she bent over and looked at the movie title.
“This one?” she asked, playing along and pointing with one finger.
“Yeah” Deadeye said. And then he reached under her skirt with his right hand and ran it over her ass and the butt plug. She moaned. He grabbed the end of the butt plug and turned it slightly in her ass. She moaned again. Then he ran his hand down over her pussy, finding it wet and apparently swollen with desire. She moaned again and had to reach out with her hand to steady herself on the video shelf in front of her.
“Master, if you keep that up, I’m going to be cumming in the middle of this store.”
Deadeye smacked her ass sharply, causing her to jerk upright, and it made a loud slapping sound. “Don’t you mean Uncle Bob?”
“Yes, Uncle Bob. If you keep playing with my butt plug and pussy, I’m going to cum all over your hand.” Sarah said it like an innocent teenager, eyes wide, turning Deadeye on tremendously and causing his cock to jerk in his jeans. She knew exactly how to turn him on as well, and was good at this game.
“Okay, let’s move along” Deadeye said, trying to take his mind off of his desire to bend her over and fuck her right there in the store. He was also hoping that his hard-on would not be too prominent at this point. God, he loved this, but he needed to calm down, or he wouldn’t be able to take much more before he ripped her clothes off to take her.
“I just thought of something, my gorgeous little niece” Deadeye said as they exited the video store. “I haven’t cum yet, and I’m so worked up, you’re going to have to take care of me soon. Let’s find the mall restrooms.”
Sarah smiled and knew that she was as irresistible to him as he was to her. “Gee, Uncle Bob, I don’t know what you mean. I don’t have to go to the bathroom right now.” she said and looked up at him with as innocent a look as she could muster. It worked, because Deadeye smiled, put his hand on her back, and started propelling her across the mall towards the large map in the middle of the lower level.
They found the location of the mall restrooms and went in that direction. They found them down a narrow hallway off to one side. Deadeye didn’t even look to see if anyone was in the men’s bathroom, just held Sarah’s arm and led her into it and into the handicapped stall. The restroom was completely empty.
As Deadeye hurriedly unbuckled his pants, he realized that he had been really turned on from the time the enema started. He said to Sarah, “I need to cum soon, my little cum slut slave niece. Uncle Bob wants to cum in your mouth and have you drink his cum. Now get on your knees and show Uncle Bob how you like his cum.” By the time he finished saying that, his dick, already approaching full hardon, was out and waving at the young girl.
Sarah smiled and dropped to her knees as Deadeye watched enraptured. She took his dick into her mouth immediately, took it all the way to the bottom, and sucked it all the way back out until she made a large popping sound. “Uncle Bob?” she asked like a little girl while staring up at him, his dick in her hand and laying against her cheek.
“Yes, dear” he said.
“Will you stick this big dick in my tight little ass later?” Sarah asked, a sly, almost evil grin spreading across her face.
“Yes, dear, Uncle Bob will stick his big dick in your tight little ass later. Right now, however, you need to suck off your Uncle Bob until you swallow all his cum.”
“Mmmm” was her answer as she took his dick back in her mouth.
She took it all the way into her throat, then slowly sucked back up to the head, swirling her tongue all around it as she came up. Deadeye leaned his head back and moaned. Damn, she was a good cock-sucker. He let her take over his dick, and she did, sucking and slurping and trying to get him off quick. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and ran her tongue across his balls slowly, dragging it and making them tighten up in anticipation of releasing their cum. She then just took his dick and started fucking her mouth with it. She laid it on her tongue and just started going back and forth, back and forth. Deadeye grabbed her head and assisted in fucking her mouth. He was now in one mode… reach orgasm as fast as possible. She could feel the buildup beginning and suddenly rammed Deadeye’s dick into her mouth all the way and started sucking and swallowing. That drove Deadeye over the edge. He held her head still for a second as it hit, and then his jerk reflex kicked in. He spasmed and shot his load deep into her throat once, twice, three times before relaxing a little and releasing the last few squirts. She swallowed it all and kept lightly sucking until she was sure she got it all.
“Thanks, Uncle Bob,” she said as she stood up. “I love the taste of your hot cum. But I have a problem.” Sarah said as she stood up.
Deadeye looked at her questioningly. “What?”
“I’m dripping all down my leg.” Sarah said. She turned sideways and showed Deadeye the inside of her right leg. There was a long trail of pussy juice running down it. Deadeye raised the front of her skirt, looked at her pussy, and put his hand up to it. It was absolutely soaking.
“You really are a sexy minx, aren’t you?” He said with a smile.
She grinned back. “Aren’t I supposed to be, Master, Uncle Bob?”
“Yes, you are, but you are going to have to wait a little longer, because I am going to tease you until you beg to be fucked in the middle of the mall.” Deadeye grinned.
But Sarah looked up at him and said “Uncle Bob, my fuck master, will you please, please, please fuck me in the middle of mall? Please, please, pretty please with my cunt juice on top?”
Deadeye laughed. “I’m shocked, my cute-assed little niece.” He reached down behind her and pushed on the butt plug. “I can’t believe you are such a hot, nubile, little fucking whore. Now let’s get out of here.”
They left the restroom and walked back into the mall at just the perfect moment. Deadeye spotted several young teenage boys playing grab-ass in the middle of the main mall corridor. They had to be only 12 or 13 years old.
He led Sarah over to the escalator that was in the middle of the mall and waited at the bottom, watching the young boys. He noticed that Sarah seemed to eye them hungrily. The boys were playing around near the escalator, but not close enough for Deadeye. He decided to take matters into his own hand, so to speak. He got a dollar out of his pocket and “accidentally” dropped it on the floor. He turned Sarah to face him and said “Bend over and pick that up, from the waist.” Sarah gave him an evil grin and bent over to pick it up like he asked. The skirt was just short enough that they should be able to get a hint of her ass and maybe more under the edge of it.
Deadeye watched them closely and one boy definitely took a long look. Sarah stood back up and handed him the dollar. He took the next step. He led her toward the escalator and watched slyly as the one boy passed along his information about the possible bare ass and pussy of the young schoolgirl. They all gathered and headed for the escalator right behind them. When they got to the escalator, Deadeye turned to eye the young boys. They tried to not look like they were trying to look. But Deadeye made sure they looked. He looked right at them and slowly lifted Sarah’s skirt until they could see that she was naked. The bottom of the butt plug was also visible and Deadeye ran his hand over it briefly, felt Sarah jerk slightly, and then released her skirt back into place. They were all staring, mouths agape. Deadeye and Sarah were at the top by now and stepped off and started heading back toward the front of the mall.
Deadeye had another idea. He asked Sarah to stroll on ahead and look into a clothing store. He hung back and waited for the young boys to try to pass nonchalantly. There were 4 of them. As they started to pass, they tried not to look at him, as if they were actually embarrassed to have witnessed it. But Deadeye spoke up and said, “Did you like seeing my niece’s ass?”
They stopped, a little shocked and confused for a moment. Then, one of them was brave enough to say something. “Is she really naked under that skirt?” The others just stood and looked at me and then up at Sarah a couple of stores ahead and then back at me.
“Yes, of course.” Deadeye said calmly. “I wouldn’t let her wear underwear today. It’s her punishment for being a bad girl earlier this week.” He lied. “Would you like to see more?”
The one talking to Deadeye seemed to be the bold one, but even he hesitated, either because he was shocked by the question, or concerned that this adult had some clever scheme to embarrass him. The other boys seemed to bow to this one’s wishes.
“Yeah, I think so.” He finally said.
“Whadda you mean?” Deadeye asked sharply. “Either you do or you don’t, what’s it going to be? You want to see my young niece’s bare ass and pussy or not?”
He looked up and said “Yes”, but it was still a little sheepish.
Deadeye grinned. “Wait here”, he said, and he walked over to Sarah.
“Okay, my sexy little slave girl, here is the deal. You need to act like you are my niece, who is in trouble, and is being shown off to these young boys, got it?”
Sarah’s eyes widened a little, then she got a devilish grin and said, “Yes, sir, Uncle Bob, my master.”
Deadeye led her back past the boys and they stared as she went past. Sarah kept her eyes down, acting like a chastised little school girl. Deadeye said to them, “Follow a little ways behind us to the men’s room downstairs.”
Deadeye and Sarah entered the men’s room and it was empty again. He led Sarah over to the sinks. “Put both hands on the sink and bend over slightly.” She did. “A little more” Deadeye said, making sure that her skirt was just at the edge of her ass.
The door opened and slowly, tentatively, the four boys came in. They still seemed unsure about what they were going to see and if they were going to end up in trouble for doing this.
“Stand over here” Deadeye directed, pointing to a spot on the floor about three feet behind Sarah. They immediately obeyed, now seemingly entranced by the young ass almost peeking out at them. Deadeye walked over and yanked her skirt up over her ass, putting it lewdly on display for them. They all stared. One licked his lips and another instinctively reached for his growing dick. Deadeye smacked her lightly on the ass. “Pretty nice ass, eh boys?” he asked.
“Uh-huh” was all he got back from a couple of them.
“You know what this is?” Deadeye asked them, putting his finger on the butt plug. They just shook their heads and one boy was squirming, trying to reposition his hardening dick. “This is a butt plug. Women who like to be fucked in the ass use them, and some, when being punished, are forced to wear it. Right, Sarah?!” he demanded.
“Yes, sir, Uncle Bob” she answered.
Deadeye then reached down and slowly slid the butt plug out of her ass. Her ass closed slowly and one boy suddenly jerked and came in his pants. He got so embarrassed he left the room. That only left three, all of them sporting boners, just like Deadeye. He then slowly replaced the butt plug, and Sarah moaned and said “Thank you, Uncle Bob, for disciplining me”. Deadeye loved the way she played along.
Deadeye then reached down and ran his hand over her ass and said “Her ass is so soft and smooth. It’s just beautiful to touch and fuck. I bet you boys have never touched a girl’s bare ass before, have you?” The remaining three just shook their heads. “Well, then come over here and feel these gorgeous globes. You guys need to know about this stuff.” I looked at Sarah in the mirror and she loved it. She had a big grin on her face and her eyes were flashing like she was in heaven. “Oh no, Uncle Bob” she meekly protested, “Don’t let those boys touch my bottom”.
At first they stood rooted to the floor. Then one of them moved over and put his hand on her ass. He was rubbing this dick through his pants and he, too, came in his pants. He stood for a moment and then, probably thinking it was protocol based on the first guy, also fled the room. The other two both came forward, one reaching out and touching her left cheek and one touching her right cheek. They both moaned and reached for their dicks.
“If you take your dicks out” Deadeye offered, “this little slut niece of mine will jack you off.”
They stared at Deadeye, but didn’t stop feeling her ass. One of them even started feeling the butt plug. Finally, one undid his jeans and fished out his dick. It was small, but hard. The second guy decided it must be alright, and did the same. Sarah, however, did not move.
“Sarah” Deadeye commanded sternly, “Turn around and take care of these two young dicks. I want you to make them cum right now!”
Sarah straightened up and they dropped their butt-feeling hands, but neither took their other hand off their dick. When she turned around, she looked at the two little dicks and said, “Here, boys, let me take care of that”. She put her hands out on the two young boys’ dicks. They relinquished control of them and both moaned and jerked at the feeling of a young girl’s hands on their dick, probably for the first time ever.
One of the boys came within two strokes and started shooting his cum all over the place. It was pointed at the other boy as they were partially facing each other and he reacted like it was acid and jumped back, saying “John, watch out man!” However, John was not paying attention. He was jerking and jerking, his eyes closed as he came so hard he almost collapsed on the floor. Sarah just smiled. When he was done cumming, he very quickly pulled his pants up to rush out the door.
The last boy was doing pretty well at lasting a while. The final straw was when, after the exit of his friend John, Sarah turned back toward the young boy, smiled, lifted her cum-covered hand she had used on John, and licked it. That set this young fellow off like a roman candle. He came hard and had quite a lot of spunk for a youngster. It was blasting all over the floor as Sarah held it pointing away from her so as not to soil her shirt and skirt. As soon as he finished he exited as fast as the rest of them.
Sarah looked over at Deadeye, smiled and said “That was just yummy. I just love showing off for very young boys and jacking off their little dicks.” Deadeye smiled, knowing that she loved talking dirty to him to excite him and get him turned on.
“Lift your skirt” Deadeye commanded. Sarah obeyed. Deadeye stepped forward and ran his hand through her slit. She was soaking and dripping. “Are you ready to cum now?” he asked her.
“Oh, my god, yes, Master… I mean Uncle Bob. I need to cum soon.”
“That’s fine, my young cum lover, but you’ll have to wait for a little longer” and Deadeye grabbed her arm, leading her out the door to take her back to the hotel.

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Debbie 1

Debbie
By Greybeard
My girl friend, Debbie, had a somewhat unusual childhood that I
thought might be of interest to some of you.
When Debbie was only one and a half, her mother dissappeared. Her
father married again, to a slender attractive woman who Debbie always
adored, even though she was disciplined regularly from about the age
of eight until she left the house to marry at age 19.
Her stepmother used a strap on her and to this day, the sight of a
leather strap sitting on a table will cause Deb to blush and shake.
Debbie had two younger half brothers—when she was 13 years old,
Jimmy was nine and Billy was seven. What was unusual though, was that
although Deb was subjected to frequent strappings and spankings, her
younger brothers were never required to undergo corporal punishment.
She was the only one who got it on the behind, and even though it
didn’t seem fair, that’s how it was and she never questioned it.
It was Deb’s step mother who usually took charge of the
punishment, although she would get occasional spankings from her
father as well. For the most part, her stepmother did not require
that Debbie take her clothes off to be punished, but she was sometimes
required to remove her things afterward so that Mom could inspect the
degree of damage that had been done.
Since the strapping frequently was accomplished while Debbie was
wearing just shorts or a short dress, and the target area often
included her legs as well as her bottom, she often had to wear blue
jeans to school the next day to cover up the bruises.
Most punishment was instantaneous after whatever offense she was
being chastised for, but sometimes, if she was out with her mom,
Debbie would be told that punishment would be forthcoming. Debbie
says it was especially humiliating to be told by her mom that she was
“going to get it” when they got home as she could not stand the
anticipation.
The punishment sessions usually took place in either her parents’
room or her own room and although in the early days her younger brothers did not usually
get a chance to see Debbie being punished, they could hear her cries
and the sound of the strap. They would often giggle about it
afterward and she knew that they told their friends that Debbie had
“been whacked on her fanny” or some such thing, which made her cringe
with embarassment when she thought about it.
Although for the most part Debbie’s younger brothers did not see
her get spanked in her younger years, there was one occasion in particular that she
described to me when they were present for her punishment. Debbie was
already driving at least, in the neighborhood, when she was 13, and one afternoon after school, in trying to back into the garage, she managed to run over a wagon that
belonged to the two boys. When her Mom saw what had happenned, she
marched Debbie into the house while holding her firmly by the ear.
“You’ll pay for this young lady,” her stepmother said, striking
terror into Debbie’s heart, but her mom told her that she would wait
until her Dad got home before the punishment would commence.
When her father got home, the two parents conferred for a few
minutes alone, after which, Debbie was told to report to her parents’
room, and the boys were told to be present too.
When everyone was seated in the room, Debbie’s mother went and got
the strap. Then she told Debbie to take off her clothes, “All of them
young lady, I want you naked in front of everyone.”
Debbie couldn’t believe it. But she was too afraid to refuse. As
her younger brothers looked on in astonishment, Debbie took off her
sweater, her wool skirt, her half slip, her shoes and bobby socks, and
then her brassiere and her little pink cotton panties. She hated the
boys seeing her naked body like that.
“Now bend over and grab your ankles,” said Mom, which meant that
from behind, Debbie’s bottom hole and her genitals were clearly
exposed. In total degradation, Debbie was smacked again and again
with the leather strap until she was bawling her eyes out while her
two brothers and her father looked on.
Finally her step mother stopped. She made Deb walk over to each
of her brothers and bend over and show them her reddenned bottom close
up. Mom asked each of them in turn whether they thought Debbie had
been punished enough. Both the boys giggled, but said yes, she had
had enough.
When she bent over in front of her father, however, it was another
story.
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” he said,
“get over my knees right now.”
He then proceeded to give her a thorough hand spanking on her bare
behind, and this time she bawled like a baby. When her father was
through, Debbie’s stepmother made her stand in the middle of the room
so everyone could see her nakedness. She then ordered Debbie to run
in place with her titties and bottom cheeks bouncing up and down while
everyone counted out loud to one hundred together. When they reached
one hundred, Debbie was allowed to leave the room and go to her own
bedroom. She says she didn’t sleep at all that night and cried into
the early morning hours.
Debbie was allowed to stay home from school the next day after her
punishment, but that evening it became obvious that her brothers had
told all the kids they knew what had happenned.
There were several anonymous phone calls for Debbie that night,
boys calling up and saying, “Are we going to see your red behind
tomorrow?” or “We hear you like to show everyone your bare bottom, can
I see it?” and things like that. Debbie went back to school the next
day but it was more than a week before she was able to look anyone in
the eye, kids or teachers.
Debbie is now in her thirties, but I have no trouble picturing her
as a teenager. In fact, I have seen some very sweet pictures of her
in her teen years. She still has a slender body, and a cute little
bottom, and whenever I think of this story, I get excited and often
make her take off all her clothes and drape her naked body over my
knees for an old fashioned bare bottomed spanking, which is what I am
going to do right now.
Her brothers still live in this town. Do you think I should
invite them over some time to watch?

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Imelda: “I don’t wanna go camping!!”
Albert: “come on baby, it’ll be fun. 3 days of nothing but beautiful natural scenery. It’ll be great!”
Albert and Imelda, a couple of about 1 month were planning on going camping and one day after continuous arguing about going or not, Albert was finally able to persuade Imelda to go camping with him. The plan was to leave on Memorial Day weekend, which was 2 weeks away. The day finally arrived and Albert headed to Imelda’s house on a Friday morning. Once there he called from inside his car.
Albert: “I’m waiting for you in front of your house babe. Do you need help bringing anything out to the Jeep?”
Imelda: “no, I got it.”
After hanging up Imelda opened the door of her house and Albert got a look at her. She was wearing Jean-booty-shorts, with a tiny shirt that barely covered her full D breasts. The sight of such a beauty walking to his car got him excited in no time. She opened the door and they both greeted and kissed hello. Once introductions were done. Albert turned on the car and headed to the woods.
Imelda: “are we there yet?”
Albert: “almost just a few more miles”
Imelda: “this is going to be no fun.”
Albert: “come on baby cheer up, the fun hasn’t started yet.”
After a few more minutes they had finally arrived. They both got off the car and started unloading their things. Once they had all they need they headed to the woods where a 3-mile hike awaited them. As they hiked the 3 miles they saw all kinds of creatures that seemed to greet them as they passed by. After about an hour they reached their destination: a beautiful lake that seemed endless with a few trees surrounding the crystal clear lake. Imelda looked at Albert and smiled at him. thanking him for bringing her along because now she was convinced that se was going to have fun.
Albert: “ok, before we get too distracted by all of this, we need to set up camp. I’ll do most of it. I just need you to help me by holding things.”
Imelda: “ok”
Albert started by putting up their tent, doing the sleeping bags, setting up a fireplace and collecting wood. This took them almost all morning. Once done they both sighed and held hands as they kissed in front a picture-perfect scenery. After about a minute of their passionate kiss Albert broke the kiss.
Albert: “do you want to go for a swim?”
Imelda: “you didn’t mention that we were going swimming, so I didn’t pack a swimsuit.
Albert: “well, there’s nobody around; you can go skinny-dipping.”
Imelda: “yeah right, and have all the fishes nibble at my nipples?! No thank you!”
Albert: “come on we are already here and so far you’ve seemed to like it. Why not just keep the up beat attitude and go in skinny-dipping.”
Imelda: “ok, but only if you do it too.”
Albert: “ok.”
They both headed to the tent were Imelda went in first and removed her clothes as Albert waited outside. Once she was done she came out wearing nothing but a towel that she had wrapped around her huge tits. However the towel wasn’t big enough to cover her tits and bottom at the same time so she came out covering her pussy with her hands. Albert almost got a bonner but controlled himself so that she wouldn’t notice. They had never had sex before so she stilled covered herself from him. Albert went in and removed his clothes immediately. He took a towel and wrapped it around his waist. When he came out he found out Imelda was already in the water and her towel had been left behind in a rock near the lake. He hurried to the lake and left his towel in the same place as she had. He proceeded to go inside the water. He swam to Imelda where he wished he could se her in all her beauty.
Albert: “Water’s nice”
Imelda: “it is! I’m so glad you convinced me to come!”
Albert: “not a problem baby, wasn’t gonna leave with you anyhow! No matter if I had to tie you up and hike all 3 miles with you on my back!”
Imelda: “hahaha! I’m so glad I have you as a boyfriend.”
She got closer to him and kissed him. She got so close that she felt his dick floating next to her pussy. Albert felt this too and his dick started to throb to life. The kiss got more passionate and Albert’s erection increased. He couldn’t resist her any longer and he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her closer to him. Imelda grabbed his waist and they continued to kiss. This all happened to fast and they were loosing buoyancy, they finished their kiss underwater and when they ran out of breath they came up for air and started moving closer to shore. Imelda was still hesitant about letting him see her breast. So they stayed deep enough so that they could reach the sand underneath them but the water still covered her breast. Once there they continued their kiss and Albert started to grab more of her ass with one hand while the other one mover up to her boobs. Once his hand reached her boob he cooped it and began massaging it. Imelda started to moan very quietly and this made Albert massage her boob with more fervor. The louder she moaned the harder he massager her boob and squeezed her ass and the harder he did it the more she moaned. They finally got out of the water and Albert got his first look at Imelda’s gorgeous body. Imelda’s D-size boobs looked magnificent, specially when the water from the lake running down them. Her half-dollar size nipples were hard and pointy. Her wet jet-black hair contrasted her olive skin. Her pussy was nicely shaven and Albert couldn’t tell if she was wet because she was horny or because of the water. After admiring her body he grabbed the towels and set them down on the grass near the rock were they had left them. Albert, already on his knees, grabbed Imelda by the waist and pulled her close to him. Albert then got near her pussy and opened her lips with his right hand fingers. He stuck his tongue out and gave Imelda’s pussy a lick. Then with the middle finger of his left hand he rubber her clit and Imelda started to moan.
After a few minutes of rubbing her clit he started to lick again. She tasted sweet and her pussy radiated heat to his face. No doubt she was horny now. Albert moved his Left hand up and started to massage her tits. Imelda wasn’t moaning anymore she was almost screaming. And the more she screamed the faster Albert licked, and the faster he licked the harder she moaned. Imelda couldn’t take it anymore and she pulled Albert’s head from her pussy. He grabbed her ass and started to lay down while pulling Imelda with him. She sat on his face and he started licking again. Then she decided that it was her turn to please him and she turned around creating a 69. She sucked and he licked. They continued this ritual for what seemed an eternity. Albert was getting closer to cum and warned about it yet she didn’t seem to care and kept bobbing until her came inside her mouth. No matter how much he cum she kept swallowing and sucking. She sucked him dry. She then turned around and kissed him. Albert could taste his cum in her mouth but right now he was in too much pleasure to care what her mouth tasted like.

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Masturbating with Amy, Chapter One

Amy and I were friends, but one day a frank and explicit conversation led to our first intimate moments.
First story ever written. I’d like to hear constructive criticism since I’d like to write more.