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Six stories of sexual exploits
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
FIFTIES FETISH
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I often see myself as a helpless young girl who has been kidnapped by a
group of young hoods back in the fifties. I am taken to a garage by three or
four boys who make me kneel down on the hard, dusty floor while my hands are
tied behind my back. Then I am undressed, slowly, by all of my abductors.
The first one begins playing with my blouse, while I gaze up at him
helplessly. He sticks his hand down the opening of my blouse and squeezes my
nipples experimentally. Suddenly, he rips my whole blouse open, making me gasp
in surprise. My nipples are standing up under the material of my bra and he
sees this. Smirking, he starts to pinch them through the material of my bra
making me cry out. Then, another boy lifts up my skirt and digs his nails into
my inner thighs. A third boy is undoing his fly in front of my face while I
tremble and sigh, excitedly. The second "abductor" has hand inside my panties
and he's rubbing my feverish clit with fast, excited movements.
Next thing I know, I'm being forced forward by two of the hoods, so that I
fall with my ass sticking up, my hands still behind my back and my sore knees
supporting my whole body. My legs are spread, violently, from behind, while
someone else tears my panties off with a sudden careless motion. I can feel
hands running up and down my thighs, settling on my wet, hungry cunt and then
moving away. As I kneel forward, I succumb to the tremors of ecstatic pleasure
that are coursing through my legs and my body. The boy who has been standing
in front of me, jerking off on my face forces my mouth open with his fingers
and shoves an enormous, thick penis into my mouth, while I feel someone else's
hands exploring the insides of my pussy. My muscles tighten around his fingers
and my mouth begins to work up and down on the cock. I begin sucking in and
out, going down on it as far as my throat will let me, snaking my eager little
tongue around and around the erect member in circles. His hands are holding on
to the sides of my cheeks and he begins to thrust into me, controlling the
movements of my mouth so they suit his pleasure. It feels incredible to have
this huge, throbbing pole shoving its way into my mouth, while I get finger
fucked from behind. I'm making these little whimpering smothered noises while
he fucks my mouth and I feel something thicker and warmer pushing its way into
my pussy. Lunging his cock deep into the cavity of my throat he comments on my
elasticity, exhorting the boy to fuck me without mercy since I'm "just a slut"
and I "probably deserve it." When I feel the gigantic, thick member splitting
my insides in two, I start to explode. My cunt is tightening around his cock,
and my mouth is full of throbbing meat... its utter bliss. The cock in my
mouth seems to fill me up completely and come out the other end. Soon both
cocks are pounding and pushing and filling me up. My wet pussy is contracting
orgasmically around the cock that's pounding me from behind and my mouth is
getting hungry for the taste of sperm. Sensing my need, the boy in front of me
lets forth with a huge gush of sweet cum and grasps my ears firmly in his hand
splashing his love juices all over the back of my mouth as he fucks me
violently. My open mouth becomes a vessel for yet another cock, while I
continue to get pumped from behind. When the second load of cum has been
deposited in my willing mouth, I feel myself being grabbed by the waist from
behind and fucked violently, while my unseen lover runs his fingers over my
breasts, rubbing my nipples with the palms of his hands and plunging himself
deeper and deeper into my pulsating hole. When I feel my orgasm building up,
he starts pumping fast and hard, slapping my bare ass with his free hand and
calling me vile, filthy names. We cum together, he riding my wet, throbbing
pussy while I wriggle up against his cock, trying to get as much of him inside
me as possible.
KISSING COUSINS
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The first time I made it with my cousin, Marla, I was seventeen years old.
We were on an "overnighter" at her place and her folks were downstairs watching
TV. We spent the whole night in her cramped single bed, doing 69. She licked
my throbbing pussy to perfection until I had come at least four times and I
explored her own sweet stuff for the rest of the night. I should add that Marla
tits that look almost fake, they're so perfect. And I'm a 5'2" brunette with a
super-sensational body that never quits. As you may have noted, Marla is the
less energetic in our coupling. I could eat and lick her sticky cunt for the
whole night--until I fall asleep on her crotch, in fact. Her tongue, on the
other hand, does get tired--not that her technique has ever tired out. Marla
eats my pussy better than any man. And that, unfortunately, includes my
husband, Paul.
Marla and I are both married now, in our late twenties. We look as
sensational as we did when we were teenagers. Our husbands are both friends
and we go on these double vacations together. Last summer, Carl and Paul
decided to go fishing. We were staying in a cottage in the Adirondacks and, as
soon as we saw the guys getting out their fishing rods, we gave each other the
"evil eye." Marla knew just what was on my mind: we hadn't slept together for
weeks--maybe months--and we were HORNY. We locked the cabin door behind the
men (to "keep intruders out" we told them) and settled into out usual monkey
business. Only there was a catch. Marla's husband is heavily into dildos:
he doesn't get fucked by them, but he loves to fuck Marla's pussy with a dildo
until she comes, quivering and shaking all over the bed. I should point out
that, while Carl is very good at playing with props, and Marla is very
receptive to all kinds of pleasure, there is one area in which he's definitely
not too proficient. he has an enormous dick but he can't keep a hard-on for
more than three minutes without coming! (Now what kind of a husband is that, I
ask you? Paul, at least, can keep up a good, steady, hour long humping. It's
just a question of getting him in the mood ... which isn't often.)
As I lay on my back, rubbing my clitoris feverishly and feeling my swollen
pussy lips getting wetter and hungrier for Marla's tongue, she pulled a thick,
black vinyl dildo out of a little suitcase and started lubricating it with her
own pussy juices. Then she shoved it, hard and fast, into my cunt, making me
moan and scream with delight. It felt incredible. I was experiencing all the
pleasure of having a gigantic, ten inch prick inside my snatch as well as the
obvious benefits of having a gentle, considerate female lover who is sensitive
and smart as well as sensual.... Marla made me come and come with the dildo.
I came so much I collapsed on the bed, waking up to find Marla tidying up the
"remains" of our afternoon sport while our men pounded hysterically on the
cabin door. When everything was back in its place, Marla opened the door. Our
husbands were kind of puzzled but I really think that they believed us when we
informed them that we'd both been napping. Nipping is more like it, but I
honestly don't think Paul or Carl would believe that girls could do such dirty
things together. Since that occasion, I have had ample opportunity (which I
have used) to return Marla's favor. Now, we love to get it on with "Carl's"
dildo, and she gets a very special kick out of knowing that Carl is fucking her
with the cock that has been inside her "kissin' cousin's" cunt.
MARITAL BLISS
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My wife has an identical twin sister who is just incredible. Her name is
Marnie and Trixie, my beloved lady, loves to get it on with the two of us.
Trixie and Marnie both wear their hair long, and full to their asses and they
both possess the most dynamic, stacked figures this sides of the state line.
Everywhere they've ever gone together men fell out of their car windows trying
to get a closer look. At 5'7" they're both impressive, with their stupendously
curved asses and their long, shapely legs. To make matters worse, both gals
like to dress up in similar clothes so I've had some experiences that were
pretty confusing, to say the least, in my time.
One day, I came home from work to find what I just assumed was my wife,
sitting on the living room couch wearing her bath-robe and a pair of white,
high heeled slippers with little pom-pom puffs on the toes. She was reading a
magazine and exposing most of her bare cleavage while she read. When she
opened her mouth and her robe, I realized that this was not my wife, but her
sister, up to some kind of prank. Now, at this point, let me interject that
I'd never made it with either her sister or the pair of them and I had no idea
that I was ever going to. Marnie, however, had other ideas. She undid the
robe, exposing a golden, honey colored bush of pubic hair that made me gasp.
She was as identically attractive as Trixie, in every way and I had to find out
what her pussy tasted like. I fell onto the floor, in front of her and started
probing her moist, pink cunt with my tongue. To my delight and surprise,
Marnie tasted just like Trixie, only a little better because she was a novelty!
Marnie began to grind her cunt against my tongue, so that I could feel
her excited, horny bud getting hard and swollen with each successive lick.
Moaning and sighing she began to run her fingers through my hair with frenzied
strokes and pulled my face closer to her pussy.
"Lick my lips," she whispered, directing my eager-to-please tongue
downward. I licked up and down the sides of her lips and savored her sticky,
nutty aroma, while she gasped and heaved against my face. When she came, I
slurped up all her juicy offerings like a grateful pet and ran my tongue around
the entrance of her pussy for good measure.
Who should come in the door, minutes later, but my gorgeous wife, Trixie,
carrying a bottle of champagne and a--you guessed it--a new vibrator!
"I thought we should make a party of it," she announced.
I was truly surprised because I expected her to be mad at us! As it turned
out, the two temptresses had planned the whole occasion together, behind my
back, and I was the butt of the joke.
We partied in the bedroom all night and I watched Marnie getting Trixie
off with her tongue, while Trixie went down on me. Then I fucked Marnie while
she played with the vibrator against her clit and came pulsating all over my
happy, but hard cock.
Trixie loves to watch me fucking her sister and her sister loves to eat
her out, so you can imagine the obvious gymnastics that transpire when Marnie
comes over to visit. I was even thinking, the other day, of moving Marnie into
the house, but I doubt if Trixie is that liberated or that generous... 'til
next time, I plan to be a very happy husband.
TRUE LOVE
My brother and I have been lovers for the past six years. He's 22 now and
I'm three years older. I'll never forget the first time I caught him
masturbating. I was supposed to be at cheerleader practice, but hadn't been
feeling too well, so I came home early.
The stereo was on really loud and that's probably why Dave didn't hear me
walk past his partially open bedroom door. His school books were sprawled all
over the bed, but I could see that instead of doing his math, he was studying a
magazine that he was holding very close to his eyes. The magazine was called
something like Ram Rod, and there were two naked men on the cover playing with
each other's cocks. I was shocked. I wasn't that clued in on my brother's sex
a homo. While one hand held the book steady, the other was toying with his own
member. As stunned as I was, I couldn't take my eyes off that throbbing piece
of meat between his legs. As he pulled harder and harder on his cock, I
started to get more excited with each passing minute. I knew that if I didn't
rush back to my room and pull my skirt up and start playing with myself,
chances are I would come right in the doorway, only a few feet from my brother.
Both of us were certain to be embarrassed if this were to happen.
On my tippy toes, I sneaked down the hall to my own room and closed the
door behind me. I literally jumped on the bed and threw my clothes off, I was
so excited about what I had seen. On one hand, I was upset that my own brother
could get off on such fag material, while, on the other, I pictured him sucking
on a big, hard cock, and fucking some other dude up the ass.
Several days went by and I tried to forget what I had seen. It wasn't
till I saw Dave doing his exercises in a brief pair of swim trunks that I
positively knew that I had to have him, even if it did mean committing incest.
I walked over to Dave, and since it was a hot day, I offered to towel off
his body. Throwing hesitation to the wind, I lubricated my finger in my mouth
and slipped it up his ass. "I can't believe you're a sissy with the equipment
you have here." I sort of nodded in the general direction of the bulge in his
trunks. "I guess it's just that I don't have any girlfriends," he confessed,
after I confronted him with the fact that I had seen him looking at the queer
magazine. "Suppose I were to be your girlfriend, would you stop looking at
those awful magazines?" At first, Dave didn't know how to take my offer. He
just couldn't believe I was serious. He changed his mind, however, when I
offered to get down on my knees in front of him and suck his cock until he
came. Dave took me up on my offer. I told him to stand up so I could pull
down his briefs. As I pulled them down slowly, his prick jumped out stiff as
a rock. I pushed him down to the ground and slowly ran my tongue around the
head of his erect penis. I licked a strait line from his winking asshole to
the tip of the head. Slowly I inched my mouth down the length of his pole,
savoring the taste of it. I rolled my tongue around his head as I went down
further. Dave was moaning from the bottom of his soul. I wanted him inside
me, NOW. I stood up and removed my mini-skirt, (I did not wear any panties,
just for the occasion.) I stood over his stiff cock, and he begged me for
relief. I eased down on him, feeling his head part my lips and push its way
further into me until it was all the way in. It was delicious, I could feel
the throbbing of his stiff piece. I removed my top so he could play with my
nipples. We were moaning and groaning together as we began to peak. I was
riding him up and down, faster and faster, and he was pinching and squeezing
my hard breasts. My muscles began contracting and releasing as I began to
come. He let go of his load of semen and I had the best orgasm of my life!
I could feel the liquid run out of me as I fell down onto his strong chest.
We've been lovers ever since. Some folks think we're absolutely
perverted, but love is love, even if Dave happens to be so closely related.
THE GREAT OUTDOORS
My wife is a stunning creature as far as I'm concerned. Wanda is 5'2" in
her bare feet and she has shoulder length blonde hair, a near perfect set of
knockers and legs that are a knockout. At the beach in the summer she has
just about every guy who isn't queer gaping at her. You can actually see the
bulges in their swim suits.
The reason I mention the shore, is because Wanda and I are lovers of the
great outdoors. The truth is, every opportunity we get we head for the
mountains to get away from it all. Wanda works for a large publishing house
where the pressure is always on, and I am an accountant and have to look over
columns and columns of figures all day long.
There is something extra special about making love on the sand or in the
grass. To know that you can be caught at any moment, is a particular turnon.
Several times, Wanda and I have looked up expecting to see only the sky.
Instead of the heavens and the clouds we will see a strange face peering down
at us.
Instead of getting up we just go on doing what we were doing before we
were discovered. Both Wanda and I admit to being exhibitionists and it doesn't
worry us or cramp our style knowing that we aren't alone. On the beach one
day, we had wandered off to what was a secluded spot. Amidst the dunes we
shed our swim suits and began to hug and pet like newlyweds. Wanda tells me
she particularly likes to feel the sand scrape against her ass as I fuck her in
as they would go. I was applying a good deal of force as I was especially
horny that day--maybe because of the heat--and felt like I could fuck all
afternoon.
With the heat beating down on my back I plowed my ole lady into the sand.
I even imagined the hot, white substance getting into her tight crack and
making her feel uncomfortable. From the way she was thrashing about on the
sand, it was obvious that the effect she was undergoing was rather a rough one.
Suddenly, over my shoulder I heard a rustling. I was aware of eyes spying
on us and I was about ready to stop fucking and see who it was that interrupted
us. However, Wanda pulled my face down to hers and whispered in my ears for
me to go on, to pay no mind to our uninvited visitor. "If he wants to watch,
that's his business. Maybe he'll get off on it!"
You can imagine my surprise when I let go my stream of semen and looked
behind me. What we thought was a lone man was in reality three well built
life guards. Two of them were real studs, while the third was a lovely young
lady.
Sex outdoors is terrific, especially when you're being watched.
INTIMATE IMPROVISATION
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I'm a thirty-six year old television, film, and stage director. I've
noticed (and experienced) in the past five years that there has been sharp rise
of, shall I say, fraternization between directors and actors, especially
actresses.
The myth of the casting couch has always been overstated, and in the
1960's, what with the women's movement, sexual activity between male directors
and actresses was at an all-time low. Lately, however, it's been on the rise.
I've had a number of sexual encounters lately which I think prove my point.
I remember one incident which occurred while I was casting a stage play in
Chicago.
This blonde actress, about 5'9", with tits so ripe you just wanted to
pare and suck them dry, came in for an audition. She read from the script, but
honestly, I wasn't even listening. As she walked about the stage during the
reading, her tits bounced freely, wildly, beneath her thin, cotton sweater. I
could see the outline of her nipple as it enlarged and retracted underneath.
Though her voice was soft, there was something unusually provocative about it.
I had her do some improvisation. I said, pretend you're on the telephone
and you're about to tell your boyfriend that he no longer pleases you, that
you're in need of new excitement, a new turn on. Very slowly, as if planned,
she lowered her hand to the crack in her bluejeans. Rubbing harder against her
crotch, she began saying tentatively:
"All I want, Roger, is for someone to make love to me with the passion I
deserve."
She listened silently, pretending to hear his response. She spoke again,
with more certainty.
"I don't feel you inside me often enough. I think maybe you don't care.
There are so many times when I open my mouth at night and want you inside me,
but I'm afraid to ask for fear you'll turn away."
My hard-on was practically pushing its way through my pants because we
both knew she was turning me on as well as doing her improvisation.
Needless to say, I gave her the part. About a week into rehearsals, I
asked her to stay late one night. I mentioned that she was very good at
improvisation, and maybe we could do some among ourselves to see if it would
be a good idea for the entire cast. We remained there for three hours.
She sat right next to me, casually letting me feel the warm smoothness of
her tit against my elbow. I suggested we do the same improv she did for the
audition. She began by telling me the same general thing: how I don't pay
enough attention to her, etc.
I responded by telling her I thought she was cold. Even though it was
only an improvised scene, I believe she took what I said a bit personally, as
if to say, how would you know?
Moving closer, she pressed her firm tit against me. Immediately, her
knife-like, pointy nipples extended. As her small pricks of desire pressed
into my arm, she whispered to me that many people have called her many things,
but never cold.
She unbuttoned her blouse, taking about twenty seconds between each
button. Each opening revealed a little more of her swelled breasts. By the
fourth button, my eyes began to delight in the creamy area surrounding each
nipple. It was a rich, light brown color, spotted by several tiny goose bumps.
Then she let her blouse fall to the floor.
Huge tits, bigger and plumper than I imagined, with very long, smooth pink
nipples. Standing up, she let her swaying mammaries fall over my head, then
fall lower and scraped across my cheeks and mouth. I began sucking in all the
tit I could. My hand instinctively reached for the crease in her jeans. Using
her left hand, she helped me pop the button, and both out hands lowered the
zipper. For a moment I was fixated on her thick patch of slightly moist pubic
hair.
We both took off the rest of our clothes.
"I think you'll find," she whispered, "I'm not cold."
As I lay on the floor, she bent over and furiously rimmed my cock. At the
same time, I jammed my teeth into her wet pussy, invading her snatch with my
tongue like a hungry animal. Suddenly, she jumped up, placed her watering,
sticky pussy over my cock and humped like an urban cowboy. Fucking up and
down, she began bellowing and yahooing. Her mouth began dripping with saliva,
which flung over half the room.
There's something about this decade that's bringing raw sex out of these
actresses I encounter. Maybe they're totally liberated to do whatever they
feel. That's all right by me. As I say, directing isn't what you do, but how
you do it.
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