CONTINUATION: A Christmas I'll never forget Amber guided my legs open even more and leaned her head in. She kissed from my knees to my panties, up and down my inner thighs as my hands came to rest of the back of her head. I felt her hands slide up and reach to my sides again, as she grasped the material of my panties. She pulled on them hinting for me to lift my hips up to get them off.As nervous and panicked as I was, I obliged and lifted my hips. Amber was staring at me deeply in the eyes as she was slid my panties down my legs, until they were completely off.Her mouth went right back onto my thighs, while her hands slid up and in-between my legs, touching my bare pussy for the first time. I gasped when her fingers hit my clit, as her mouth was seductively kissing and licking its way up. Before I could even say yes, or no, or wait, or be concerned, or do anything. Amber's mouth crashed against my dripping wet pûssy. Her tongue slid up from my slit to my clit in a long slow draw
Continuation: A Christmas I'll never forget I opened my mouth and placed my lips over her Pûssy. Then, I swirled my tongue around in circles, almost making figure eights as I heard her start moaning louder and louder. I had no idea what I was doing, but I know what I liked done to me, so I was trying to suck it as if I had all the experience in the world.As I lapped my tongue against her pussy, I got her dripping wet. Her soft moan above me only seemed to get me more excited. "Jennyyy. Jennyyy." She whimpered. I love the way my name sounded on her lips. I wanted to hear more of that. To hear her moan it loudly. So, I flicked my tongue over her slit. Up and down. I flicked it in as much as I could and sucked hard on her wet folds. "Jenny...." Her moans were begining to get louder as she held my head firmly against her pussy. The only noise in the room, was her light moans and the sounds of slurping and sucking as I continued eating her out.A few minutes passed and I reached ou
It was the night before Christmas and her workplace was hosting a mini Christmas party. Tara stood by the window, watching the road. White flecks of snow danced across the window overlooking the parking lot, swirling in the glow of the streetlights.Tara sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned away. Walking back to her desk, she trailed her fingers along the string of Christmas lights lining the hallway wall. There is no way I’m getting out of here in time for the Christmas party, she thought with a heavy sigh, her lips forming a pout. Of all the days to run late, tonight was the worst. Everyone was going to be at the party, including her long-time obsession, Dr. Brian Taylor.For three years, Tara had been his personal nurse, working closely enough to memorize the subtle, woodsy scent of his cologne—a scent that was almost as delicious as the man himself.Tonight, she had secretly hoped that with the help of some booze, she might finally get the courage and convince him to spend
CONTINUATION: TARA FALLS FOR HER BOSS ON CHRISTMAS EVE Brian looked over his shoulder and she followed his gaze out the window to the parking lot.There was a light covering of snow on her car, now, as it continued to fall. He angled his head toward the front office, silently communicating that he wanted to take this to his office where it would be more private.Tara nodded, following as he grabbed her hand and led her to his office. They approached the end of the short hallway and Tara couldn't help but laugh as she saw her artwork on Brian's office door.She had stayed after work one day last week to decorate his door with Santa Claus with a very unflattering, but still adorable, picture of Brian's face that made it look like he was saying "Ho, ho, ho!".She had even created three little elves with goofy pictures of Tara and Brian's two medical assistants, Sarah and Kay. It was hilarious and, of course, he loved it. Brian looked back at her and smiled as he realized what she was la
I don’t really think of myself as a whore. I don’t think I seem like one either. So, it was a little surprising when someone offered me money to have sex with him. The offer came out of nowhere, so sudden and unexpected that I didn’t take it seriously. The funniest part? The offer came from someone I used to babysit while I was in high school.I was at the library, hunched over a stack of books, trying to cram for a midterm when Michael walked in. I didn’t notice him at first, but then I heard someone pull out a chair and sit across from me. “Hey, stranger,” a familiar voice said. Looking up, I blinked in surprise. “Michael? Wow, it’s been a while!” He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I figured it was you. Still have your nose buried in books, huh?” I laughed. “Some things never change.” Michael was taller now, leaner too, but he still had the same boyish face I remembered from when I babysat him and his younger sister, Jill. It was strange seeing him
I was surprised that at 20, Micheal was quite naive about sex and I was strangely proud of myself. Somehow, he wanted this to happen with me. He knew that I wouldn't try to embarrass him when he asked me. As awkward as it was when he initially mentioned what he wanted to do with me, I now realized that he trusted me to be sensitive about it. Soon, my mood began to shift, I felt a sense of responsibility growing within myself. I wanted to please him, not because he paid me. I wanted to please him because I truly cared for him. Maybe not as a boyfriend or someone that I was romantically involved with, but because of something on a deeper level that I didn't quite comprehend fully. He leaned in to kiss me again and as we broke off our kiss, I asked Michael if he wanted to lay down in bed. He gave me a worried look. I asked him what was wrong. Michael suddenly had a fearful expression on his face and told me that he forgot to get condoms. I raised my wrist so that he could she it an
"Are you all packed up babe? " Dave asked as he checked over his own bags to make sure he had everything."Almost. I'm just throwing in a couple of last minute things. I'll be ready in about twenty minutes." Erica responded with excitement in her voice. "I can't wait until we're snuggled up in front of a warm cozy fire drinking hot cocoa and wine!"She glanced out the window and watched the first few snowflakes of the incoming storm begin to fall."You best get a move on, girlie. We want to beat the storm." Dave urged, with a playful swat to Erica's butt. She giggled and squealed dramatically. He gave her a deep tender kiss before he left their bedroom, dragging his luggage to the lobby of the apartment building.Forty-five minutes later, they were in their car heading for the mountains. The drive was a few hours, but Dave hoped they would miss the worst of the snow coming in and cut some time off their travel. He looked over to his beautiful wife. She was beaming from ear to ear.He t
A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 2He wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed her passionately. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue softly prodded, asking permission to enter her mouth. Erica opened, granting him entry. Dave's hands roamed her firm body. His fingers brushed against her hardening nipples. He lifted Erica up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down softly. His mouth explored, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She ran her hands through his shaggy brown hair as she arched her back. His mouth found her nipple, and he teasingly circled it with his tongue before clamping down, causing Erica to moan loudly.Dave pulled away long enough to strip off his own clothes and free his rock hard length. Erica ran her hand down him and wrapped her hand around his girth and slowly began to stroke him. Dave moaned loudly and positioned himself over Erica again. His mouth found hers once more kissing her deeply. Erica moaned and
Brenda gets a tattoo and a cock (1)Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, tipping the bottle back until the last drop slid down her throat. The sun was slipping lower, painting the sky with streaks of deep orange and pink over the ocean. It was her sixth bottle, and the warm buzz in her veins had melted away any lingering tension.Dan reached into the toss-away cooler beside them, pulled out another bottle, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her with a lazy grin."Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda teased, her voice playful as she tossed her thick, glossy black curls over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her full lips curving into a smile that showcased a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped—inevitably—to her chest.The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts—full, round, and straining against the too-tight
Lesbian Confessions (2)Emily's freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big, goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. "Time for the tour!"I chuckled and followed her inside. She'd sent me pictures of her new place when she first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style—the living room was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia, with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television stand.Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch, along with comic books and Egyptian history magazines.The whole house smelled of incense.I inhaled deeply. "What scent is that?""Aphrodisiac," Emily smiled. "It's my favorite."Ho
There are moments in life that change you forever—when you stop being who the world expects you to be and start becoming who you really are. For me, that moment was when I fell in love with a girl.My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I’m in love with a girl.Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying and the most enlightening event of my life. For the longest time, I thought something was off with the way my brain worked. Every time I had a "boyfriend," I felt so... wrong. There’s no other way to explain it. I felt wrong.I moved around a lot throughout my school years—five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my seventh-grade year that I had my first crush on a girl. Her name was Sammi, and she had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember walking to lunch holding hands with her cou
My Sexy Cowgirl ties me up (2)She nodded with a smile. "I have some lube in the bedroom"I took the hint and placed my hands on her hips as we made our way into the room. I was fully ready to fuck her. Within minutes, I had applied the lube on my erect cóck and I was stroking it. She was still smiling as she laid on the bed and spread her legs wide before me. Her pussy glistened with wetness, and she licked her lower lip, eying me. "Ready to own this pussy, huh?" She cooed. I grinned, as I drew close to her and slowly thrust red my lubed fingers into her tight cunt. It was two at first, and I began to slowly twist and flick it, causing her to moan. This went on for a few minutes, and my fingers were fast becoming wet with her juices. Before she knew what was happening, I stopped and grabbed my throbbing cóck. Then, I pressed its head against her entrance. "Don't tease me, please" She begged. "Fuck me already!"She didn't have to ask twice because I was already thrusting my way
"I wish you were here," I murmured into the phone, gripping my bag tighter.Valerie’s soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "Me too."But she wasn’t. And as I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, the weight of that absence settled in. It was Thursday. Just one more class stood between me and the weekend in town—a weekend I wanted to start with her beside me.Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she rode my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless...and the view was breathtaking.Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment where I could taste her and feel her warmth on my tongue.Reality struck, though—I had to present my design to the class that morning, and time was running out. It came down to either grabbing breakfast or taking care of the problem myself.The latter was my only choice because there was no way I was walking into the cafeteria with a
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (4)"Are you going to fuck Mommy, or what?" I demanded."Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right," he said, as he placed his hands firmly on my hips and began rogering me in earnest.I hadn't had a dick this big inside me since college, and I'd almost forgotten how good being fucked by a big cock could feel. My husband used to make me come back when I was married, although more times than not it was with his tongue, but this time, I could already feel an orgasm rising after just a few deep thrusts.I moaned after just over a minute of being fucked by my son, "Oh, yes, baby, give it to Mommy... give me all that dick.""Do you like it hard?" he asked. He was slamming into me now, his body colliding into mine with each stroke."I love it hard, son," I moaned. "Now fuck Mommy good! Fuck me just like you fuck all your other sluts!""You're volunteering to be my slut? To join my stable?" he asked, not slowing down at all in his relentless attack on my feve
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (3)He slid his dick back into my mouth, and I resumed bobbing like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming again, trying to ignore that he was my son, and to focus instead on his huge cock in my mouth.He answered, "She said that once you saw my cock now that I'm grown, it would only be a matter of time before you had to surrender to it."As I bobbed, my desire to give him a blow job consumed me. I couldn't help but think that was exactly something my sister would have said about me, and what I would have said about her, if I was being totally frank with myself."She also told me I could very easily have my own personal live-in Mommy pet," he added, his hands grasping both sides of my head.Those words were so shameful, yet... all I wanted was his cock in my mouth, and soon inside my long-neglected pussy."Do you want to become my Mommy pet?" he asked, pulling out of my mouth."What's gotten into you?" I asked, avoiding the question, and looking up
A Young Man enjoys Fûcking Older Women (2)"What are you sorry about?" I asked. "Having sex with almost every single one of my friends? For having sex in my house when I'm not home? For supplying women with opportunities to break their marriage vows?""Actually... just for you finding out," he admitted."Excuse me?" I asked, getting more pissed. ."They're the ones choosing to break their marriage vows, and that's entirely their choice," he shrugged, obviously not thinking it was a big deal to fuck married women. "That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock. God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come to me," he justified. "At least they do the first time, but then they're on my list.""That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock.God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come and proposition
It was Monday, April 1, 2025. I was working late and it was fast approaching evening when my son, Henry texted me:What time will you be getting home tonight?I looked up at the huge pile of work that still cluttered my desk, sighed, and responded: Likely a couple more hours. I'll order pizza for us before I head out.He responded: Sounds great. Love you.It was sweet that my eighteen-year-old son always texted 'love you' at the end of our conversations.I texted a response: Love you too.Then, I returned to my paperwork. Not even a minute later, I received another text from my son, this one was very different.It read: Need cock?My eyes went wide... especially when I saw the attached picture of his cock—his impressive and erect cock! It was about seven inches long, and thick.I didn't know what on earth to do. I assumed my son had intended to send this inappropriate pic to some girl. But with that said, who the hell would he text those blunt two words to? And that pic?Nobody that I