Eddie and Patricia Get Started

Apr 02 2014

Eddie can very clearly remember when he first thought of his mother as an object of his desire. Oddly, it wasn’t even his idea: it was his father’s. Eddie normally didn’t get along very well with his father, who often seemed cold and distant. But he was secretly very grateful for everything his father taught him that day.

Eddie’s father had taken him out for a father-son camping trip. The camping trip wasn’t his father’s idea, but was Eddie’s. It was Eddie’s mother, Patricia, who cajoled her husband into taking their son out for the trip. It was to be a short overnight stay in the mountains. Once they got to the camp site and set up, Eddie’s father had started into the liquor, and shortly became fairly drunk. Eddie had heard that drunk people told no lies, so he started testing the situation by asking his father questions about Eddie’s favorite topic: women.

It didn’t take long for Eddie’s father to become visibly frustrated, and start into a long, rambling, drunken lecture about what women want. At least it started out that way, but Eddie quickly realized that it was actually about his mother.

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Negotiation

Mar 17 2014

David was bitchy as hell. He was playing some sort of videogame in the next room and I was trying to study. I told him to shut up like 17 times, and he would, but five minutes later, he was yelling again. Something about campers and newb-tubes or whatever. I wasn’t even paying attention any more. I just knew I lost my concentration every time he screamed.

“Mom!” I yelled into the phone after dialing her number. “I’m trying to study! And Dave’s in the next room screaming at some random idiots online! When are you guys gonna be back!?”

Mom and Aunt Clarissa were in Minneapolis, shopping. They’d left that morning, leaving Dave with me to play his games. They told us to fend for ourselves and drove off.

“We’re gonna be back tomorrow. Probably in the afternoon. We told you that six times.”

“But I have to study!”

“You’re a big girl, Beth. You’re sixteen. He’s fifteen. You should both be mature enough to settle this. Handle it.”

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Samantha’s Not-so-alone Time

Feb 18 2013

I should have known it was too good to be true. Mom and Dad said they would be out shopping all afternoon. But I figured I didn’t have to worry about them. Without fail, no matter how long they said they would be gone, it was inevitable that it would be twice as long as they predicted before they got back. If they were just “running to the store for a few things” and said they would be back in fifteen minutes, it would be a minimum of thirty, if not forty five or even an hour. This time they said they would be gone “a couple of hours.” Therefore I knew it would be many hours until they returned, probably not until well after dinner time.

“You sure you don’t want to come along?” My mom had asked.

“No, I’m just gonna hang here, maybe watch a movie or something,” I said.

“We’ll be gone for a couple of hours,” my dad added. Yeah, right.

“OK Guys. Take your time. I love you both.”

“Call us, or text us if you need anything Samantha.”

“I will, Mom.”

“We love you too, Honey,” My dad told me. “And remember to lock the door when we go, Sammie. You’ll be here all alone.”

“OK, Dad. Although, I am seventeen, in case you forgot. I have been home alone before. But of course, I’ll throw the deadbolt as soon as you’re gone.”

My little brother Bobby had slept over at his friend Drew’s house the night before. They had soccer practice, or little league, or bowling … something like that … that morning. Then he was spending the rest of the day with Drew’s family, which he does all the time. I was sure that after whatever activity they had (soccer, kite flying, etc.), they would all go to get something to eat, or for ice cream, or to a movie or something like that. My mom said Bobby was staying at Drew’s again that night, so I didn’t think I had to worry about seeing him at all. Besides, he’s loud as hell, so I felt certain that if he came home unexpectedly, I would hear him from the moment he entered the house.

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Halloween Horror

Jan 27 2013

Penny’s cheerleader costume was attracting more attention than she anticipated. She wore the vest top without the requisite turtleneck sweater underneath, plus she left the top three buttons undone. Her D-cup breasts put a tremendous strain on the remaining two. The vest was spread so wide that her nipples were barely covered. Once when she was dancing a whole tit popped out. The skirt wasn’t much better. Her husband, Rick had her shorten the pleated little number by five inches. Instead of being mid-thigh it just covered her pussy. He had wanted her to go to the party commando, but that’s where she drew the line. In reality, the panties didn’t make much difference. She wore the smallest white see-through thong that she owned. When she bent at the waist it was invisible. All you could see was her glorious ass.
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Francesca’s New Life

Oct 19 2012

The morning after she sold her graphics design business for a sum large enough that she could comfortably retire, Francesca Weaver looked at herself naked in the mirror and considered what she wanted to do with herself, and her life. She was forty-two, married but childless, and she and her husband Edward led mostly separate lives. Her looks were undiminished, and though she had never been conventionally beautiful, she knew she was sexually attractive, with high cheekbones and an aquiline, regal profile. In her stocking feet she stood nearly six feet, with long light-brown hair she usually pulled back into a patrician ponytail. Her 34C breasts and her ass might have sagged a little, but only a little, and her exercise regimen kept them in shape.

In her youth Francesca might have been considered a little on the scrawny side, but she was now merely slim. Oh, her youth, she thought. Her wild, lusty youth.

She raised her arms above her head lazily, and admired her smooth, sleek body. After years of shaving and waxing, she had indulged in laser treatments that gave her a form utterly free of body hair: not under her arms, nor on her legs, nor on or around her delectable pussy and ass.

She liked what she saw. And she was determined that many others would see it, and like it, and enjoy it also.

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Jonelle’s Obsession

Aug 30 2012

Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the thin white girl as he thrust deep inside her hairless pussy.

A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this one of another white girl, but this time sucking on the knob of a huge ebony cock. The girl in the picture was very young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years old, but the look on her face was that of absolute satisfaction and submission.

Then her eyes were focused upward, looking directly at the face of the black man who was feeding the girl his erection. Jonelle’s cunt contracted, the first sign of the deep orgasm that shook her body. Her finger flew over her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to get lubrication for her hot little nub.

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Doing the Babysitter

Aug 11 2012

I’ve been married to my wife for a few years and we had a boy. Krista, our latest babysitter was a cute sixteen year-old girl from down the street. She lived about four or five blocks away.

She took to coming to our house after school to play with our son, and to help my wife. When I would get home from work, usually at about 5PM, Krista would go home to eat dinner.

We didn’t use Krista too often for formal baby sitting, since we didn’t have a lot of money, and couldn’t go out too often. She was a god-send on those rare occasions when we did go out.

After a couple of weeks of dropping in, I became aware that Krista didn’t rush out when I got home, as she had at first, and my wife did ask her to stay to dinner several times. Even then, she was great, as she helped with the dishes, while I went in and played with the baby.

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Can I come in for a while?

Aug 04 2012

“Can I come in for a while?”

The girl from across the street asked when I opened the door.

I lived in a small single house in a cheap neighbourhood that was full of new families and single parent homes. Across the street there was a row of attached townhouses that stretched nearly thirty units in one block.

Living with her single mother, she was about fifteen at the time and she was locked out of her house when she came home from school.

I had answered the doorbell and there she stood wearing her very alluring catholic school uniform (white blouse and too-short plaid skirt) and carrying an armful of books. She told me that her mom was at work and no one else was at home and she had forgotten her keys.

I was twenty-nine and single at the time. I was working as a night manager at the local cable company and had just gotten out of bed. I answered the door with nothing more than a bathrobe on.

I let her in and told her to have a seat, watch some TV and offered her a soda. I couldn’t get over how hot she looked — long brown hair down her back, big blue eyes, a really cute smile and flawless white skin. She had a very womanly body with ample curves everywhere. Nowhere near fat; just a fully formed young woman’s body. She will be a heart breaker for sure.

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Jane Swings

Jul 13 2012

While our child is away visiting her grand parents my wife and I experiment with the swinger life style for the first time.

For the first time in since her birth, our daughter wasn’t at home. My parents had finally convinced me that putting her on a direct flight would be okay, and with a tearful wave at the excited six-year-old, we watched her board the plane for San Francisco and her grand parents for a two-week visit.

It was as if my husband Don had become a new man. We always have had a great sex life, a child didn’t change that, but he suddenly couldn’t get enough sex.

It started in the car on the way home from the airport, with him rubbing me through my ever-increasingly damp panties while I tried to maneuver the car. I had my first orgasm as we pulled into our driveway, and I was barely inside the front door before he ripped my panties off and shoved his stiff cock deep inside me.

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