**Author’s Note: This story contains some bondage elements. I’ve never been into that sort of thing, and I’ve never been to a club, or even read a book about it. All I have is daydreams and porn. So, if I got things mixed around in my fictional club, yes, it’s my fault. No, I’m not into it enough to try it myself. Yes, I’m a coward. But, I liked the setting and scenario, so here it is. If you’re not into kinky sex stories involving group sex in a
***My first story. Comments are appreciated to help improve writings. Thanks!!***
I woke up one morning and signed on to AOL as I always do to check my email. The familiar voice saying “You’ve Got Mail” didn’t surprise me; I always had mail. Almost all of it was junk but the last message caught my eye; It was a message from a website I had an account in.
Curious, I double clicked to find a message from an older man finding interest in my profile and in me and wanting an
Ryan was in the kitchen eating his breakfast watching her. She was wearing her nightgown which didn’t leave much to the imagination, pretty much see through. It flowed all the way to her ankles and clung very nicely to her womanly figure accentuating her large, full breasts. Every move she made, made her big titties sway from her body, Ryan so badly wanted to get up from the table and squeeze them.
Until IT happened. She bent down from the waist to reach for something under the kitchen
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AN ILL-DEFINED QUALITY, something in her expression unsettled him. Despite the differences in their ages the girl was disturbing, made him feel distinctly uneasy. A hint of a smirk lifted the corner of her mouth while her pale-green, penetrating eyes bored into his and gave the impression of being able to recognise every dirty, sordid thought that had ever crossed his mind. He didn’t know her well; they’d never been close while she was growing up. She was his brother’s
After Nick and Tom left the room, Scott stared for some minutes at his mom’s naked body.
The woman was breathing deeply, still passed out from the long wild fucking. Her swollen breasts were ondulating on her chest; her left arm was stretched out over her head, showing the delicious curve of one ivory-white armpit.
The boy tore off his shorts and briefs and stood naked in front of her sleepy mom: his shaft was jutting up, in all its hardness, from his hairy crotch.
He was still aroused
Authors note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Enjoy! D
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Michael sat chewing his straw as he wondered about the mixture of longing and disgust he felt as he watched the group of girls on the other side of the canteen. It was a bright day and the shine from their finely cared-for hair and skin gave them a cinematic glow that made them all the more captivating. His twin sister, Brittany, was with seated amongst them, seemingly just another beautiful face in the
I rolled off of Shea and pulled the blanket over us. I was in shock and didn’t know how to react. Not only had I just fucked my own sister, but on top of that, we just got caught by her 2 roommates. This was bad. As I struggled to find something to say, my sister spoke up calmly.
“Shit Megan, you were right. At the end there I thought I was going to black out.”
“I fucking told you!” said Megan excitedly. “Between his cock, his body, and his technique, I
Mom and I hadn’t been up to visit Aunt Sandy, Uncle Bob and Cindy in three years, but I hardly had to wonder what Cindy would look like: our mothers were identical twins, and Cindy looked just like me: tall, slim, redheaded, and small-chested.
Well, not exactly: seeing her with her hair cut short was a surprise. So that’s how I’d look with short hair, I thought.
There were hugs all around. These were really the only family Mom and I had. Dad was a soldier and had died before I
Part 3.
I went down to breakfast after a quick shower with my mind still working out some ideas. Dee and Kristen were already gone, probably at cheer practice since it was Saturday morning. As I ate my cereal, I was wondering what the range of the portal spell would be. I carefully lifted my book, and slowly pushed my finger into the portal. I could tell it was still working, but I felt nothing with my finger, even though I was in it over an inch. “Crap!” I said, as I realized she
“You won’t have even have to deal with his cock at all,” Susan said. “I’ll handle all of that. I just need you to be eye candy and help out on the rubdown. And you’ll get half.”
Jenny listened to her college roommate’s pitch skeptically but curiously. Susan had been putting herself out on an online classified advertising site for “sensual massage” for a few weeks and had brought back a good amount of money. Now one of her customers was