Meanwhile, Stacey went out with Ron. She calls me as she gets home. She tells me everything. She went out with Ron, but whenever he asked her what she wanted to do or eat, etc, she replied ‘whatever’. To everything. This soon drove him crazy because he didn't know what to do. He told her that that was her classic behavior. So when Ron kept shaking her head when he gave her options for what to do, he got furious and suddenly drove straight home and Stacey went to her mother's house. She was a bit shocked but even excited. OMG. As Stacey tells me everything, I can't stop laughing. And as I can see she is extraordinarily amused and excited. I can hear from her breathing that she is excited and happy. Then, the first step was successful, next we need to approach each other's boyfriends. A couple of days later I found an excuse to meet Ron. He is a computer genius so I messaged him on F******k. "Hi, Ron. Sorry for bothering you. You know a lot about computers, right? So, can you help m
Finally, Paul comes at the door and he looks sheepish as he says, “You are acting ridiculous.” I'm standing in his driveway, wearing a mackintosh and nothing underneath. Not even a bra or panties. I'm ready to be his and get back into his arms. He is so stern and aloof that it turns me on more and more. Then he tells me, “Our marriage hit a dead end and you're bad all this time. I know you hung out with another man, a married one, behind my back! So, you'll probably be punished for that, but not now. Now I need rest. Now I need to stay peaceful. You can't be the peaceful good woman, I want? Well, then you lost me!” I bump him back into the house. Once we are inside, I turn around, lock the door and make my mackintosh fall. He likes coy women eh, I can be coy I think to myself as I plead in a submissive tone, “Please, Paul. Forget what happened! Take me…” He takes me by the hips and kisses me hard. Then he makes me turn and starts to spank me so hard I feel pulsating pain travel a
"This was all a plan?” Ron asks. "How, what do you mean?” Stacey asks, shocked, and dumbfounded at being caught. "Yes, yes, yes, now that I see you two together, I understand everything! You did it all! You set a trap for us, you came together to ruin our lives.” Paul says. "No way! Never, never, never! It was so you could love me again like you used to. So that you could see me for what I am.” I say, bursting into tears and throwing myself on my knees at his feet. Paul sees me at his feet and pats my face. He gets closer and closer with his member and legs to my face. Then he looks at Stacey who is also on the verge of bursting, then looks at Ron and nods at him. Ron comes closer too. I have their trousers in front of me. Ron also gives me a little slap on the face. Then winking at Paul, he says, “Maybe they should be punished?” "This joke will cost them dearly, for sure,” Paul replies chuckling. She stands back, shocked, and says 'No, no, no. Ron takes off his belt and tells
And he sticks it in my wet pussy with all his power. As he enters and exits I feel the wet skin of my cunt open and unravel towards him. It's all a matter of pressure, I've wanted so much to become the slut or MILF my husband would want to fuck, that feeling the weight of my best friend's husband's cock is such an amazing experience that I can't control my excitement. In fact, I feel my pussy reacting to every stimulus. As Ron then gives me a taste of his penetration, he then comes close to me, caresses my ass, sticks a finger in the back, and then leans over to me and starts talking to me, “So? Do you like it? What did you learn from all this? I liked you like this, you know? Just the way you are, I wouldn't have changed you for anything in the world. I wanted you back, slutty, willing, and submissive as you always were.” And as Paul talks to me, Ron doesn't stop. His pelvis keeps thrusting against my ass like it's the last time he's ever fucked in his life. Paul wants me to answ
Luke and I have been engaged for about 5 months. I'm very excited about it, I'm involved, I like him, he's a very popular guy at school, he is cool, he is good in history and math, he is nice, in short, I'm happy to be dating him. High school, everyone knows, is a tough place. You have to pave the way for your future. Everything you'll ever be in life starts here. I'm red, curly, petite, with green eyes and my measurements are 32-24-32. Mum says I'm too small, I should put on some flab, but Luke likes me like this. I'm aware of it and I want to be as he likes me. Luke is sometimes a bit elusive, but you know that first stories in high school are always difficult at first. In the morning he picks me up from home by car and drives me to school [my mum agrees, fortunately :)]. Then, he drops me off at the entrance of the high school, I say goodbye to my friends and he goes in front of the basketball court. And there are his friends. Man. His friends. His group of friends is the real
I am all excited about the news about the mountain and I absolutely must share it with my friends. While he is distracted, I write them a message. They will be devastated and sooo jealous. Luke then settles down in front of the video games, on the couch, and leaves me there. Standing in the kitchen where I feel like a jerk.Every time I don't know how to move, I go all the way to the living room and sit next to him. And I look at him playing. After he plays something like an hour or two, he generally tells me I can play too. So I try to do something. I play with him for a while and first he laughs because I always make so many mistakes and then he gets fed up because the game doesn't go on as I lost so easily.Usually at that point I go home because my brother picks me up, but today he couldn't, so my mum will come by an hour later. Luke remembers t
He goes back to playing, he doesn't talk much but I don't think he's angry with me. After all, men don't get angry about these things, do they? Aren't they famous for being super relaxed? Always? "I have to go downstairs. My mum is here.” I'll tell him. "Well, I'll talk to her about going to the mountains then.” I try talking to him again to get his attention "Yeah? Bring two friends,” he replies, looking only momentarily towards me and resuming his gaming session again. Inside a joy lights up all over me. He doesn't want to dump me. He wants to be with me! "All right, all right. I'll let you know.” I say heading downstairs. I get into my mum's car, "how did it go, honey, how are you?", she asks me, I answer "fine", I close the door, and off I go, I'm out of danger. To go to his house in the mountains actually scares me less. We'll have fewer opportunities to be alone, we'll be in a group, my friends will be there, and it'll be fun. I spent the next day packing. Deciding exactl
"Oh God, thank you! But how did you know I was scared?” I asked him surprised. "I watch you all the time, Lynda,” he said and winked. "What? Okay,” I replied and kept quiet because I honestly didn't know what to say. The fact is, we're leaving altogether. Luke gives me a look, a kiss, and says, “Don't shout too much in the car, you and your friends while you're chatting. I will sit in the front with Brad so I can choose the music. I say ‘okay’ and we all get in the car. Lawrence sits with me and my friends in the back of the truck. And we started chatting. He's nice and friendly. Lynn talks to him a lot because she has a little crush. I almost feel jealous. But that's absurd. I don't even know why it was happening. I have to try not to think about it. Luke is all I've ever wanted. Dark, statuesque. Lawrence on the other hand is leaner, blond with green eyes. He's definitely a great guy. But all the guys in the group are good-looking. Lawrence is probably the most unique, he has a
I then spread her out on the sofa with the pussy laid out on the wide pillow. I observe her examine her in a lustful way, before I immerse myself in her cunt, licking and sucking on her juices. My queen is somewhat dripping non stop, since her secretions at that juncture flow up to the anal orifice.I open the lube and apply ointment that I had previously applied on it for better lubrication. She counters me with a jolt, I am kneeling in front of her as she traces the clitoris in that fragrant cave, rubbing my tongue and with my lips sipping the fluids ooze from that fissure.She rambles, squirms, raves, squeezes her breasts, grabs and bends the pillow as if she wanted to tear it apart, bends over, writhes, while my cock conquers and subdues her mouth shut. Her outburst is intense and erotic and intoxicating, her pleasure she takes from her is indefinable and indistinct, as she screams unleashing her fantastic, lustful, restrained and dissuaded orgasm.
“You're the one who turns me on.” I tell her as I am moved by a surge of passion towards her.She nods to wait.“When are you going to show me your magic?”“You're about to see it” she says.And with her long-tapered hands, and long nails, she grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me. Hard. As if she wanted to possess me. As if to impart her power over me.She starts undressing, slowly, very slowly for me. I look at her abundant and fleshy boobs, lifted and comforted by weakened shoulder pads that press on the shoulders. She has nice bristling, pointy nipples that are free and have the air of being very sensitive.Her movements bewitch and conquer my ravenous thirsty eager gaze. Her hips are no different. With the graceful waist and the massive buttocks, currently surrounded by the thong and highlighted by the unprecedented and brutal vivacity of the color of the yarn, deliberately tight and alm
I wake up the next day with a beautiful sunny day lighting up the room. I immediately expect a visit from a beautiful nurse. Or, more importantly, my beautiful nurse, even though it seems incredible to me since she has already done the night shift.Nobody comes at all. I wait again. No one. Suddenly the handle bends, I wait happily, all excited. An old woman enters, all hunched over and bent over. A non-green, grey uniform, unkempt, white hair.My libido goes completely under my feet. Not what I expected, but never mind, there's breakfast. But even that disappoints me. The old nurse brought me chocolate and tasty things. Now I have a slice of bread and a piece of fruit. Water and a little of coffee.The old nurse is waiting for me to eat in front of her. I do. I look at her, she looks at me. I give her back the plates and I find my self again there waiting for some nice girls coming. Again, I wait patiently. No one comes.So, I go
She who possesses such a fabulous body is performing the sun salutation, or rather the waning sun salutation, a yoga exercise to relax the muscles of the back and legs I remain for several minutes admiring this dance of the ass, enraptured, and I notice the sudden tingling between my legs.I admire the right leg rising from the ground and extending in all its length towards the ceiling of the room. A celestial vision, the crack between her ass cheeks slowly widening, letting me admire the furrow of her cunt in all its splendour.I have my cock throbbing between my fingers and I feel that it is about to explode and in fact I see in the half-light four squirts landing on the fabric wrapping those buttocks. Taken aback, I try to put the rod back in my boxer shorts as it stubbornly does not want to go back in and I hear a rustle of fabric approaching my pram.I remain awkwardly silent when I look her moving like an ancient Greek gymnastic. Though suddenl
I hear the door open and see the usual uniform and her eyes and smile that stand like a lampara in the night on the dark sea, in her hand a basin that I could not see the contents but immobilized I could not help but admire the sinuous movement of her.She approaches the bed, places the basin next to my thigh, takes a gauze and pours a pungent transparent substance that I imagine is disinfectant. She puts on her gloves calmly, takes my cock between her fingers and calmly passes the gauze over my cock, which I feel calmly but tenaciously swelling.I get closer to her with my whole body. I want her. Remembering she didn’t refuse me touching her before, I take the courage and the curiosity to try again.I carelessly bring the tip of my thumb to the edge of the thong that has crept between her labia majora and I start to make small circles between the fabric of the thong and her slit, I certainly expect a handshake or a shout of denial but nothing.
I became the youngest professor in my science department at the University of Port New. You know, physics makes you cynical. It makes you look at the universe without seeing the magic of the talking stars. The celestial spheres that Dante, Shakespeare and the poets of the world have sung about. But only and only masses of gas, burning from miles away. To a physicist, relativity is everything. Especially in the area of relationships. I will never get married. I will never commit to a single person. Why would I do that? After all, there's no way to make two people happy forever. It's crazy. Monogamy is our absurd claim to civilization over nature. So I keep myself a bachelor and happy. In sex - as in love - all that matters to me is the adventure. is the roughness. The secret. The mysterious. The fear. In short, I only react - and get aroused - by strong emotions. Anyway, because I'm very young, I still have all my friends from university and my PhD and tonight, like every Thursday,
Thus, Paul comes closer and closer to me as he says, “You do like Lolita, don’t you?” “I think it's nice.” I say without looking him into his face. “I think it's sexy…” he says. “Yes. I agree.” I say, shyly in a small voice. “I think you are sexy.” He says as he grabs my hips. I moan and I turn to look at him. My face is sighing dripping with desire but because I would love to hold him tight. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me passionately. His erection pressed into my hips. I can feel his tool. It is fucking hard and fucking huge. 3 times John's dick. I am dreaming. He groans and pushes me against the wooden library on the wall. The hit scored my back, but I don't mind. I am aroused by it. My pussy is wet and I am incredibly excited. Paul's hands rake against my heavy breasts and belly and find the damp cleft between my legs. His touch is gentle but decided. Such a better sensation than John's touch. He takes me by the hips and makes me lie on his wooden round table. There
John goes to work. I go to the pool. Outside, in the backyard, I happen to throw a quick glance towards Paul's house. Closed. But that's not important. It happens. It's none of my business. I'm sunbathing and I hear some noise on Paul's driveway. It's none of my business.Then a female voice. After a second two female voices. I turn around and see that two girls are both kissing John. Man, what a scene. The girls are hot. Well dressed. They inspire passion inside me too.Paul intrigues me more and more. I am forced to admit I am desperately attracted to him myself. I find myself surreptitiously watching those two girls laughingly walk out of his house and wondering 'who knows what they feel after those intense long dirty sessions'. I wonder what happened. Phew. How hot it is. I leave the pool and get ready to go shopping. I pull out a long green summer dress to mid-calf and white heels. I am ready.Everyone at the market is as nice as ever and so I m
I run upstairs and repeat the outfit I had already worn earlier. But it occurs to me that in my hurry I forgot to change my underwear. I like to change them everytime I dress for hygiene reasons. So I undress completely, in a hurry, without thinking.When I turn towards the window, completely naked, I realise I haven't closed the curtains and for a second (which seems a very long time) I meet Paul's distant gaze. Shit! I immediately pull the covers and quickly change. I put on my blue silk dress and walk down the stairs, realising that I was all soaking wet.I was excited and I was sure about John. It's obvious. It's normal. We're probably going to have one of those special nights. I walk up to him in the hall, dressed like this, and see him smiling at me. I sit down to dinner and finish what I was eating, but get up to serve him ice cream. When I bring it to him, John stands up and starts to take off my dress. He slowly pulls it off me.Then, he tel