Sarah and Liz were two 18 year old schoolgirls all decked out in their green blazers, green skirts, green leotards, white collared shirts, green socks, and black shoes. Liz was medium skin toned, medium tits with sharp pointing nipples, brown hair, brown eyes and a slender build. Sarah was a redhead with big tits, fair freckled skin, athletic body from gymnastics and blue eyes.They were both rich one a daughter of a lawyer and the other a daughter of a prison warden. They were coming home one September day late from school due to working on a project. The Catholic School was strict and the two young ladies were well disciplined. They were walking on a nature trail to go home when Liz had an ...
I have longed to find a man that would have sex with me for years now. I have thought about being with a man for a long time and every time I think of sex thoughts of a man making love to me and filling me with his manhood flood my mind. I have had sex with women many times but it leaves me lacking and needing more. I have only had sex with a man once before and that one time was just a blow job. After I finished giving him all my loving I was hungrier than ever for the touch of a man. To be used and loved and filled with another man's cock. I love the taste of cum and sucking cock is a huge turn on for me. I almost cum in my pants when I think about it.
Taking my mouth from his nipples, I kissed and licked my way down and over his belly, as I got to the top I could see a welcoming sight. His cock was straight up looking for me and had a nice droplet of pre-cum, when looking down the length and to his balls, where they were heavy hanging between his ass cheeks. Then his thighs beefy and soft waiting to squeeze and warm me as I go about my work. My tongue licked up the pre-cum as I continued mt way down, turning my head so I could lick and bite at the shaft as I continued. Hurry he said I want you to eat my ass first then swallow me, at this point he was to excited to hold off any more.
I meet her on a classified ads section of the internet three months ago. Our communications had evolved to a hot sexy teasing of each other, we often found ourselves excusing ourselves to take a cold shower, but each time it would end up the same, cold showers and at times self gratification. Leaves were falling outside and the weather was talking of a large nor-eastern approaching by the weekend. Agreeing to meet for drinks, after work Friday night, we were both nervous but looking forward to seeing each other in person and seeing what was our next step. We meet in the parking lot of a local pub, greeting each other with a hug before walking in.
They were friends for over 30 years, you could say best friends, sharing every conversations, and at time in great depths. It was one of those mind meeting conversations the start of the fantasy was created. This was to be the most imaginative venture they had ever come up with. I'm a smaller slender male, 5'7", 180 lbs,32" waist, and I must say not in bad shape for the age of 55, a slight belly and receding hair line.
She was very pretty. A very pretty girl, with pretty eyes. But Michelle Wisks had these beautiful rounded breasts I was so in love with, until the day she caught me spying on her. And then, she punished me and saciated me with her "friends". I was in the gym. When our classes ended, I spied when the girls where changing clothes. "I bet Brigitte has masturbated a lot this week, her pussy is horny and reddish", but I had no time for this, since Michelle, with her red haired pussy, was fingering herself nicely and sweating, accompanied by three other girls. These girls were very pretty too, but I was concentrating on her cunt.
Occasionally, just occasionally, role play in the bedroom takes on a whole new intensity and, instead of role playing; the person becomes the role and is taken to another dimension. Occasionally, what starts out as a fantasy, stitched into a session of sex, soon becomes a situation, where anything becomes possible. Where inhibitions are left behind and the participants are removed from the real world of stresses and strife to a place, totally overtaken by the acts of present and future, lust and promise of fulfillment. The following is one such event; where the players become the played and all plans become secondary to the unfolding events, where the scene is the lasting real part of a fiction.
The high school I went to was divided almost 50 / 50 along racial lines. That is, about half the students were white, and about half were "Indo-Canadian", either Hindu or Sikh. This might seem a bit odd to any Americans reading this story, but I assure you that it's true in at least a couple of places on Canada's west coast, where immigration from India has been rapid in recent years. I wouldn't even mention it, except that when I started hanging out with Rina, I immediately took a bit of heat from our respective racial communities. My friends really gave me a hard time about hanging around with a "packie" girl. I didn't let it bother me too much, because I had a huge crush on Rina.
I find you, cowering outside my window. What are you doing lurking in my bushes, you pathetic toad, I inquire of you. Oh, Goddess, you reply, I have missed you so much. It's been far too long since I have had the honor of serving your lusciousness. Did you forget, I respond, that I dismissed you four months ago? Everyday, you answer, that detail does not escape me & it fills me with sadness. I shake my head at you. There's a reason, I say, I rid myself of you. I doubt you've changed much in the time you've been away. I really have no use for you. I turn to go back into the house. Monica, my Goddess, wait, please, you implore me. I look over my shoulder at you. Your countenance is pitiful.
It had been another long day at work and Dee still had to go home and cook dinner for the family. Dee had now been married for 10 years to her second husband and though she was happy the predictable routine was making her feel restless with wonderment of what she may be missing. Her first husband had been controlling and abusive which left her with 2 children and a self loathing. After 5 years of struggle as a single divorced mother when she met Paul and fell in love. Paul helped her see how good of a woman she was and that she had nothing to do with the disrespect she got from her ex. Soon she felt love for herself too and after a year they were married in a small ceremony.