My little sister was one of those kids who hated to wear clothes. Until she was 8 or 9 when ever she was home she was naked as could be, only put on clothes when we had guests. Even after she started to wear clothes, she didn't wear much. loose shorts and tank tops, with nothing under neath.

Now I'm 5 years older then her so, it always bugged the hell out of me. I'd be playing Halo with my friends and my naked sister would run by. Very embarrassing for a young teen.

We live on a large plot of land in a rural area, the closest neighbor is a couple hundred yards away. And thank fully hunting in very restrictive in the county. So we grew up in the woods. We had a nice spring fed pond on the property so we had no need for a swimming pool.

I was 18 just graduated high school, and waiting for college to start. The day was hot, the days were averaging in the high 90's all summer. With nothing to do I headed to the pond for a dip. And that is when I truly started to see my sister as something else. I was just getting ready to drop my shorts when she popped out of the water. Naked as the day she was born and looking like something out of a porn.

It was around noon so The sun was bright and right overhead. So I didn't see her face first, I just saw her nubile body, clean shaven and glistening. The desire for her just clicked on in my head. I knew it was her, she still only wore underwear when she had to. I had seen her various bits often enough to grown use to them. But knowing it was my sister it never aroused me.

So here was my sister walking towards me naked, me wearing only a pair of thin board shorts. As she walks past me she winks, says "Careful you'll put out an eye with that thing." and slaps my ass. I had full tent action going on, and I couldn't help but watch as she picked up a towel I hadn't seen and heads home, still naked. I did the only thing I could. Jerk off and took a swim. She was gone by the time I got home, went to a friends who lived near by. life went on as normal for a few days.

It was a week later. My parents slept in the basement, my sister and eye had rooms on the second floor. We also had a shared Game room, where we kept the game systems and a big screen. It was late, parents in bed, I was heading to the game room for some late night Call Of Duty. My sisters door was open a crack and as I past I heard a sharp intake on breath. I peeked in.

Her lights were off, but the screen of her laptop gave me more then enough light. She was on her stomach facing away from me. Her ass in the air and naked. She was staring at the porn on her laptop, and fucking her self with a hair brush. A week earlier I would of just left, but instead I shoved my hand in my shorts and played along. I had the absolute perfect view, almost like it was arranged. I watched as she finished and collapsed on her bed. I went back to my room and finished my self before going to bed. That was Thursday night.

Saturday night our parents were going out. Some sort of banquet for the company my dad works for. They would be gone all night, and if they drank too much would get a room. This wasn't uncommon, our parents stayed out occasionally, I would stay home to babysit. Of course My sister normally would go to her friends house for the night. But my parents expected me to be home just in case.

So it was 5pm when she walked into my room wearing her normal house attire. A pair of my old gym shorts and a too big tank. She comes up to me and without any shyness asks, "Do you have any condoms?"
Me, "Yeah why?"
Sis, "I want one Duh."
Me, "Why do you want one?"
Sis, "To use. I'm planing on giving up my virginity tonight."

My mind was reeling. We weren't super close, but we had always been upfront and honest with each other. I was the one who told her about sex when she started to show interest in boys. She had walked in on my with a girl more then once. And I wasn't the time of brother to try to stop her. I knew if she had her mind set on it nothing would stop her. I should just be glad she was using protection. So I got one from my night stand and handed it to her and said, "I won't stop you, but are you sure your ready? Are you sure he's the right guy?"

Sis, "I'm ready, I've been waiting for a year now. And I know he would never do anything to hurt me, he loves me."
Me, "Are you sure? Do I know him?"
Sis, "Yes and yes."
Me, "Who is it?"

She smiled, pulled off her shirt, dropped her shorts and right before she kissed me said, "You moron." The thought 'this is my sister' never once went through my head. My hormones took over and I kissed her back, running my hands over her body. We made out standing in the middle of my room for some time. When I needed more I picked her up and tossed her onto my bed. It took me 3 steps to strip and join her. I was far too aroused for drawn out foreplay. I went straight for her bald pussy. I know it's cliche but she tasted sweet. She locked her legs around my neck and her fingers in my hair. She climaxed quickly, and I drank it all in.

She was going to go down on me next but I couldn't wait. I grabbed a condom, she helped me put it on, and eased myself into her. She moaned loud as I went further into her tight virgin pussy. I had enough sense to go slow and not pound her silly. Going slow is the only thing that kept me from blowing my load in the first 5 seconds. She kept asking to try different positions. Once we got to doggie I was more the ready to blow so I told her to finish me with her mouth. I went at it like a porn start, which means I doubt she had ever sucked a real one. But she didn't gag much, and when I told her I was about to come she took it all in her mouth.

We laid in bed together for sometime, before either of us spoke. Sis, "That was fun."
Me, "Yeah, it's been too long for me."
Sis, "At least my first time didn't suck."
It was about now the whole fucking my sister started to settle in. She must have seen my face because she started to laugh, "Calm down. I'm not telling anyone, and I know you wont. I was serious about what I said, I've been planing this for a year. It was just sex, I'm on the pill you used a condom, so it's all good."
Me, "We shouldn't have Your my sister."
Sis, "Oh shut up. Did you like it, Yes. Was it fun, Yes. Were we safe, Yes." She smiled at me again, "Are we going to do it again, Yes and tonight."
I was done for, I was never able to say no to my sister.

After that we got very close. We didn't go after each other all the time. In fact after that first night it wasn't a regular thing. But we talked more and spent more time together. She promised me she would be very picky about any future guys. She even got me laid by one of her super cute friends, which turns out get her laid by the same super cute friend.

I was inspired to right this, because we just fucked a few hours ago and I felt like sharing.

I want to be in a threesome with two lithe, nubile, bisexual teens. I'd either have a heart attack from the exertion, couldn't get an erection from the excitement and the girls would kill me, or one would beat me to death for cumming too soon. I'd die happy, though.

I have a recurrent fantasy about being an old-time southern plantation owner with a bevy of nubile black women as house servants. In this fantasy, the black women are dressed in French maid outfits and have been trained to speak in a French tongue, so that when they please me during the night, I would hear the cultured moans and murmured words of a classy French woman. Sometimes I imagine two or three of these black ladies pleasing me at the same time, using their cultured French tongues to good effect.

Is this a racist fantasy, or is it just a healthy interest in the Southern plantation lifestyle?

Anyone have this full video of this gif? Jaelyn fox from Nubiles

so i work at a local state college...graduated there 9 years ago... still hanging out day in and day out... hot ass nubile college girls all over...
the hardest part is during the summer, we have running start kids come here.. most are 16-18... walking around in short ass skirts or short ass shorts... WITH their parents right next to them... right in my building where i work every day... what am I supposed to do? i can't stop thinking about wanting to get them away from their parents and "show them the ropes" around here...

long story short... I have gotten a bit more familiar with my spycam on my smartphone... anybody interested???

I must confess i was just in the pool with my young niece and your sexy friend, i took every chance i could to grope this young little slut. When she wrapped her legs around my head for chicken i couldn't help but feel her young pussy grinding on my neck. Then they wanted to take turns being thrown and she would stick your young nubile breast in my face so she could stand on my knees while holding my shoulders to jump, to top it off they wanted to play basketball with our floating hope and every chance i could guard her i would grind my cock on her young and tight ass, i couldn't help but get hard and i think she noticed

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18 y. old nubile male looking for any aged woman in the greater philadelphia area to fuck as much as possible. Thick, lengthy cock and good body. Me in the picture. if interested do not hesitate to reply.

I confess that last summer I worked as an adult counselor at a summer camp. The everage age of the kids was twelve to fourteen. Late at night I was taking a walk down by the river and came upon a couple of young girls making out.

I could just barely make out their naked nubile bodies in the full moon. The noise from the river covered my approach. I knew I could lose my job and be branded a perv for life but this was just too much. I had a pretty good vantage point but wanted a better look and maybe a wank. I took off my sneakers to be quieter and tied them up in the tree so I could find them later. Or maybe not. I had a mission at this point.

I snuck up pretty close to them. At my age I felt such a perv crawling on all fours in the dark to sneak up on young kids doing something so innocent. I knew then and still know this is a once in a lifetime shot.

I am on my knees watching them through the brush. Get my hard on out and start stroking. They are tonguing each other like mad while they jam their fingers up their little twats. I could just barely make out their little landing strips of fur in the twilight....God if I get caught I am so done. My girlfriend, my job, sex offender for life....I just don't care my dick has never been this hard in my life.

The older one grabs her younger partner by the hips and tosses her over like a sack of potatoes and makes her get on all fours. Definitely a future bull dyke in the making not that you would know it now by looking at her puffy little nips and downy soft pussy hairs. She cravenly starts some of the most vicious analinguous on her wimpering girlfriend I have ever seen in my life. I move slightly to my left for a better view and a stick cracks...OH SHIT.

They immediately cease their porn star antics and turn back into frightened little children. That stick might as well have been a fifty thousand candle power flare. They stare at me wide eyed. They stutter, stammer finally Meagan the young one starts to cry a little bit and says "are we in trouble" I can just start to see her lower lip shake a little bit. My mind races as to how I can turn this around. I can't stand as they will see my now gigantic hard on. I see their heap of clothes is nearer the river to me, a good diversion. I tell them to get dressed. Immediately like a couple of little puppets they jump up and run for their gear. I am barely able to stick my dick back in without it becoming a zipper casuality.

Enboldened I stand up behind my bush and walk towards them. They haven't even managed to find out whose panties are whose at this point. They stand naked in front of me humiliated. I stared deeply at their young naked forms in the moonlight. A chance like this would never come my way again in my life. Meagan almost sobbing at this point begs me not to tell anyone. I tell her it is standard for something like this that I will need to file an incident report and their parents will be informed. If I don't I can lose my job, etc. She says the magic words. 'please I will do anything.' Amanda the older thirteen year old always did have the look of a dirty slut. At the moment she is a a dirty and somewhat scared slut. I unzip and point my rigid cock at her. "anything huh".

Both their eyes grow wide. They are both speechless. I walk closer and grab her hand and pull it towards my cock. She holds onto my shaft to scared to move. I gently put my hand on the back of her head and push her maybe a little too roughly towards my stick. Now she is on her knees staring at her dirty little fate. I push a little farther and she takes the head in. At first I have to do all the work pushing her head back and forth on my cock but after a minute or two she starts to really get into it. Obviously she has done this before. Big surprise there. Meagan is standing a couple of feet away crossing her arms over her little mosquito bumbs. I look her in the eye. I almost feel bad as she is only twelve but I need her to be part of this to encourage her to keep mum. I motion for her to come closer. I gently stroke her soft downy hair and tell her everything is cool. Don't worry. She says she has never done this before. I tell her don't worry it all comes natural. Slowly I push her to her knees. At this point I almost need a pry bar to get the greedy little cock pig off my junk. This girl is destined to be a true whore. I tell Meagan to do just what she saw her friend doing. She opens her mouth nervously and starts slow and deliberate. Oh man I really want to prolong this but her mouth is honey. Hot melted honey....just then I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and there is a seven foot bigfoot glaring at me. In its left hand it is holding my sneakers and with its right finger is shaking an incriminating index finger at me. Oh shit! A witness! I fumble in my pockets which are at this point around my ankles. Ah yes. I pull out my Gerber field knife, open and stab for the neck. He wheels in pain and a dark red arch of blood splatters across the girls nude bodies. He clutches his neck and stares at me with firery red eyes, canine teeth bared. I need another distraction. I grab Amanda the dirty slut and toss her at the feet of the Sasquatch. This gives me enough time to pull up my pants so I can fight like a man. I back up to the river as I know that apes hate water and what can this be other than a giant ape. He approaches me with a fury. I take another stab and he slaps the knife out of my hand and laughs a deep guteral laugh. With one hand he grabs me by the neck and pushes me to the ground as he deliberately chokes me I can feel the life ebb from my body. At the edge of conciousness I can see Meagan coming out of the darkness I try to tell her to run but this ape is choking me after all.

I hear a thud and another and another the giant hand lets go and the ape falls into the water Meagan is standing over me with a rock almost as big as her. I shakily regain my composure. I stand up and pry the rock from her trembling hands and toss it into the raging current. With no small effort I drag the hairy beast into the water and watch it drift away. I tell the girls to clean up in the water. I can tell Amanda is still a little pissed at being used for a diversionary tactic but hey at least we survived. And being a little whore she will get used to being treated badly by men.

As we walk back up the trail to camp I know there is no need to tell the girls to keep quiet. Meagan still emails me every couple of weeks. What a neat kid. In a few years she will be legal. I think I will marry her. After all we developed such a close bond that night that can never be broken.

i been happily married for about 12 years now. until recently but i will get to that. i married my high school sweetheart because it was the right thing to do when i got her pregnant. well after 12 years of marriage i found out the child inst mine. so the past 12 years were basically a betrayal by my bitch wife!

but do not worry fellow motherlessers. because that woman works very late and takes a lot of cross state business trips i get a lot of alone time with her daughter. as you can probably tell we are separated but still living together.

i do a lot of nasty things to this little girls since i found out she really isn't mine, how great is that. having a little 12 year old girl who love you dearly call you daddy.
this girl turns me so on reminds me of her mother when i first met her in middle school. i have in fitted the guest room with mirrors on each wall in the house which i call our little play room. at her nubile young age she has developed a nice slender body just like her mother and i take advantage of this by making her dress up in the sexiest underwear i can buy which i keep hidden. it gives me a powerful rush whenever she screams daddy. the harder she cries the harder i pound on her. i make her sleep with me when the other woman is away on a trip. i make her suck me off till i fall asleep. in the mornings when shes fast asleep i like to slip it in which ever hole depending how she slept.

half way writing this confession i got so turned on i woke her up in her sleep with my cock in her mouth. god since i am not her real father, when she is legal i will find a way to make her my new wife.

I confess my nubile young daughter did not come home from a slumber party last night. Should I file a missing persons report, or do any of you guys know what happened to her?

Going to my aunt and uncle’s house

I was smoking pot and driving around aimlessly after work on a Sunday when I found myself on my aunt and uncle’s street. My grandmother was staying with them in a cool situation where she could watch over things and live rent free and not be alone as she was getting a little frail. My aunt had MS and was now confined to bed and had lost some mental capacity so my grandmother could sit with her as well. My grandmother was so much fun that I kind of searched her out when I was high just to share a couple smokes with and have some laughs.

I approached the front door and I had to laugh at the somewhat strange architectural details that my over active uncle had recently added to the house. Even though he was a close minded Reaganite I had to give it to him, two, sometimes three jobs and still found time to tinker on both his house and his cars. I heard loud music from the door but still knocked just to be polite. With no answer I just walked around the side to my aunt’s room as there was a patio there with a sliding glass door. When I approached I could see that my grandmother was asleep next to my sleeping aunt. I just could not bring myself to rap on the door and scare the hell out of my grandmother. So I retraced my steps to the front door and tried the door, it was surprisingly open, I let myself in.

As I walked in the music I heard was now blasting from my younger cousin’s room. My cousins had always just existed out there, somewhere, I was not that close to either of them. The older of the two had just recently married a born again Christian whom I thought was a sociopath. The younger of the two sisters had just recently moved back from her aunt’s house because this school district was better and grandmother was now here to look after her. The last time I was here her sister had serenaded me with Neil Diamond from the same room that this monstrous sound emanated from. I was not that surprised as my grandmother had told me over the phone that this younger cousin was a wild one strutting about in barely nothings that were inappropriate for such a young girl.

Then it struck me this was My Band’s record that was blaring down the hall. I approached her door and knocked saying” hey it’s me, sorry but I just let myself in” and “what’s up Lynn?” There was a little noise and whispering before she turned down the music and opened the door. As I stepped in I was surprised to see she had a friend over, it seemed I had stepped into a make-up party. I was feeling pretty full of myself at this moment....I was pretty sure she did not realize I was in the band she was just listening to so loudly…we were a bit obscure with credits and the other singer worked at a popular record store and was the public face of the band. I knew she had never seen us play and I was sure I would have picked her friend out of the crowd if she had seen us. I said “hey I sing that song”

They were both skeptical, though my cousin had an inkling that I was in a band she did not realize that I was that guy that she had heard so much about. I had a reputation as a lady’s man some deserved some just gossip. I matured slowly in high school so these early twenties were the time to make up for lost time. After a bit of questioning and a singing demonstration they realized the truth …I was the nameless and as yet faceless object of their desires.

Sheila her friend was the first to realize that I was not fucking with them. She went from inquisitor to flirt in less than 50 seconds, it was great. I slowly sat down on the desk chair as the two of them aimlessly twirled around the room in that weird uncomfortable dance that people do. They were both so cute, Sheila had on an oversized t shirt that came to her mid thigh, and the thin material accentuated her breasts which did not appear to be restrained in any way. Lynn was wearing a wife beater style t shirt that readily showed her smallish breasts that were topped by large nipples that were beginning to be engorged by both the awkwardness and revelations of the past couple of minutes. Her butt was barely covered by satin panties that were not appropriate as my grandmother had earlier informed me. I was getting a little hard for sure, I was glad I was sitting down.

Lynn was the first to break the odd silence she asked if I had seen grandma or her mom yet, I told her they were both asleep she and Sheila cracked up wondering how they could sleep through their private rock show. I had to laugh as well. I then asked them what they had been up to and they told me they were just checking out some new make up that they had just bought. Coming closer to me Sheila asked me which lipstick I preferred she bent over so I could more readily see the difference between her soft pink upper lip and her more frosty pink lower lip. As she did so I was treated to a wonderful view down the oversized t shirt. I asked her to move in the light to better see the difference in her lipstick giving me a better view as one entire breast came into view with the most perfect areola; pinkish and puffy like it had further to grow. Her auburn hair was lit from behind and as she fluttered her eyelashes and sniffled her turned up nose I felt like I was in the company of an angel. I was trying to be cool and I stammered out something about the color not being as important as the taste…how punk huh?

She kissed me quickly and asked me to lick my lips. I liked the pale color more, it was less make up tasting....she smiled and said cool she thought it was less tacky too. My cousin was getting agitated by the attention I was giving Sheila so she declared herself hungry and walked out of her room to go to the kitchen. I hesitated but figured if grand ma did wake up it was better to be in the kitchen with my cousin than in her room with this hot little chick. I walked into my wacky uncle’s idea of a useable kitchen; all the food was organized into plastic bins stored above the counter too high for anyone but him. My cousin was standing on the counter trying to get the cereal bin down. As I approached my head was at the same level as her knees I gazed up at her tight satin panties covering her mound. It seemed as though she had pulled them up before climbing up, I suppose to close any butt gaps, the end result was even hotter as her labia was clearly outlined in the thin material. Another side effect of her garment adjustment was a splay of curly blond pubic hair which peaked out from either side between her legs. As I approached she stumbled back a bit from the weight of the bin. I moved forward quickly and without thinking raised my hand up to steady her, grabbing a handful of her lovely melon shaped buttocks my hand kind of slid under her panty as I steadied her. My cock was semi hard again.

She laughed and said it must be because “I just smoked some weed with Sheila before you got here… can you help me down?’ Sure I replied not sure how to hold this scantily clad cousin of mine to bring her down off the counter. I decided legs would be best so I picked her up and slid her down my chest to the floor. This would have been pretty innocent except she put her arms around my head as I did this and her mound was smashed into my face as she shifted her weight towards me then her pretty and taut belly then her erect nipples and finally her beautiful face and blonde hair that smelled of fresh apples. My cock was very hard and straining against my thin vintage khakis. She leaned into me and whispered ‘you are the rock star’

She turned away just as quickly and walked to the fridge to get some milk for her cereal. Sheila turned the corner and jumped up on the counter beside where I was standing. ’whatcha eating Lynn’
She asked absently even though it was pretty obvious. She then pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. I gazed down at her angelic face and realized that she was flashing me an unobstructed view of her transparent white panties barely covering her auburn pubic hair and perfect lips protruding between her thighs. She was looking at me intently to see where my gaze was falling I somehow looked her in the eye until she broke off our stare down to ask for a taste of Lynn’s cereal. She pulled her knees apart and gave me an even more expansive view, as I stared I could barely make out a slightly dark patch forming between her delineated lips. By now I was pressed against the counter to keep my prick from being the next topic of conversation. Lynn was now talking about a new ‘New Order’ album she had just bought and asked me if I had heard it yet. I hadn’t because I had not gotten used to the idea that Ian Curtis had died. She said I should just listen to it.

Off we went back to her bedroom; I followed so as to hide my willful penis. I fell into the desk chair again and brought one leg up to sort of even out the situation. Lynn put the album on and cranked the volume again. It was catchy and very danceable. Lynn then reached down to grab Sheila’s hand and pull her up to begin dancing. At first it was a normal new wave dance thing not that sexy except for their beautiful jiggling breasts moving to the beat. Then Sheila shimmied over to where I was sitting; at first she tugged on my arm to join them then giving up and just dancing with my arm. The first song ended and she wrapped my arm around herself and sat on my lap as if to rest between cuts. The second song started and I expected her to get up but instead she turned around and gave me the strangest and hottest look. She stood and walked over to my cousin and whispered something in her ear that made Lynn giggle and smile followed by an emphatic affirmative nod of her head.

Lynn then walked over towards me, she gently but firmly took my raised leg and pushed it down and put my hands to my side like a stripper preparing me for a lap dance. Flashdance aside where did my innocent little cousin come up with this special knowledge? I stopped wondering and just started enjoying the view as she backed off and turned around and began gyrating her hips to the techno beat. Side to side then back and forth I watched as her perfect little melon shape buttocks moved and shook. I looked over towards Sheila but she was busy with some scissors transforming her shapeless t shirt into a new wave micro mini skirt. First she cut a large v shape into the neck then skillfully removed the short sleeves shaping it more like a loose fitting wife beater then through a series of knots she tightened up the bottom half into a formfitting mini dress.

My cousin was now facing me and stepping closer as she did so she ran her fingers up her ribcage and lightly brushed her nipples which were erect and begging for attention. She leaned towards me and placed her hands on my thighs and swiftly brushed her breasts against my face. It was amazing the will power and restraint I was showing but she was my cousin and she was a little jail baitish. Next she lowered herself onto one of my thighs, facing me she looked directly in my eyes as she lightly pressed her barely covered sex back and forth across the length of my thigh. Her mini skirt completed Sheila now stood a few feet behind Lynn with a look of anticipation that was indescribable; her puffy nipples were pressed against the thin t shirt material pulled tight from her skillful knotting. She had also cut an egg shaped hole which showed off her tan tummy and her breasts were dangerously close to exposure from the work she had done cutting off the sleeves. Lynn got up and tagged Sheila to continue the performance. She was more than ready striding confidently towards me she first leaned over and gave me the obligatory face smush with her breasts then turned around and started shaking her ass as she pulled up her newly minted skirt to expose those cute translucent white panties that were just a puff between the tan lines from her bathing suit. The look was delicious.

She shook her ass to the beat swaying back and forth, I was hypnotized. Slowly she worked her way back closing the distance between us until her ass was inches from my knees. She then straddled my legs and smashed her ass into my stomach and slowly rode up to my lower chest. She was on her tiptoes and her face was on my knees her arms were stretched along my calves with her hands loosely holding my ankles to steady herself.

The view left me breathless. The small dark patch had grown, her panties now wet with desire, one of her breasts pressed against my upper thighs had come free from the loose t shirt I could feel her nipple on my knees. I was beginning to lose control. The music stopped. She slid down my chest and sat on my hard prick rather unceremoniously. Just like a stripper during break I half expected her to light a smoke. Were these girls teasing me or were they for real? My mind was reeling.

The next song was a ballad of sorts and the answers to my questions came in short order. She stood up and reached down taking me by the hand to the bed and sat me down on the edge for the next level of couch dance as now she had footing on both sides of me. First she knelt with her thighs on either side of me and gave me a longer and more meaningful face full of her breasts holding each erect and puffy nipple in turn next to my mouth though still restrained by the t shirt her breasts seemed to come alive with an independent mind. Her nipples kept getting harder with each passing second my hot breathe giving them just the sensory feed back that they craved. I was pretty much consumed by these developments until I felt hands moving up and down my thighs I looked around the side of Sheila to see my cousin kneeling down in front of me.

Sheila pushed me back and shifted herself up till she was sitting on my chest, a whole different view all new sensations. By now I was pretty sure it was game on I could feel my cousin sitting on my thigh pressing her heated and probably wet pussy in a slow grind her fingers were tracing the out line of my cock throbbing against my thin pants. Sheila’s pussy was encased in her wet gauzy panties which were drawn tighter still from sliding up my torso. So close to my face I could smell her desire and see the outline of her clitoris rising from her swollen and glistening lips. With my new take on things I began to use my hands to get acquainted with these now obviously seductive and nubile princesses. Any thoughts I had about this being an elaborate tease were erased when my cousin effortlessly unzipped my fly and freed the snake. My hands went straight for Sheila’s breasts freeing them easily through the newly created t shirt design scraping my fingers across her puffy nipples this brought out a moan of pleasure that I had been waiting for, my other hand searched for my cousin’s ass to push her pussy harder into my thigh her now soaked underwear wetting my khakis. I brought my hand down across Sheila’s abdomen until it rested at the ribbon that ran across the top of her panties she was now moving again pushing her way up until her dripping pussy was directly over my face. I noticed that whatever liquid desire that was not absorbed by her panties was beginning to run down her inner thigh with my tongue I licked this trickle just for a taste of what was to come. She moaned again and greedily pulled her panty to the side exposing her glistening auburn silky pubic hair and her engorged labia. My tongue immediately reached up to brush against her pussy lips. She trembled with excitement I flicked the tip of my tongue across her erect clitoris it was as if my tongue had become an electric prod each touch setting off wave after wave of new love juice and spasm. My cousin meanwhile had finished with her feathery strokes on my dick and was now licking my crown like an ice cream cone this was quite nice. I finally freed up my hand to begin slowly fingering Sheila’s tight and wet puddle of desire alternating gentle licks across her lips with teasing flicks on her clitoris. This began to take on a rhythm of its own she was panting and murmuring over head. Using my thumb on her clitoris I finally stopped the tease and pushed the button setting off a tremendous orgasm through her body. My cock was ready to explode but I really wanted to fuck these chicks now but my cousin was really going to town on an amazing blow job. Sometimes you can just tell the difference between a technically good blow job and a love blow job this was all love and lust greedy without needless speed absolutely perfect. I came. As I came back to my senses I could hear my grand mother shuffling down the hall toward Lynn’s room. Lynn bolted upright and quickly opened the window pulling in the screen in one deft motion. I climbed out thinking I was probably not the first to use this mode of exit. Bummer I did not get to talk to Grand ma but what the hell I can always come back.

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

On the Christmas eve of 2012 I was at my family friends house, drinking and eating a roast etc. I had been talking online with my best friends sister for some time prior, casual innocuous talk about boys, school and stuff (BTW I'm 19 and she's 15), and was at her house that night, along with her, her brother and family - along with my family and one other. We all got quite drunk and retired to my friends room; there was a large group but the number started to dwindle as the night went on. After a while my friend passed out and it was just myself, the sister and her brother. We began to watch a movie, all on separate chairs, but a blanket covering myself and the sister. I was quite drunk and playfully stroked her feet and fingered her sock bands, after she extended them onto my lap under the cover - she seemed to be unaffected by this, not registering it at all. Her brother fell asleep on the chair, head tilted back mouth open. We spoke for a short while deliberating over what to do now - both being fairly drunk still. We decided to start another film but put the laptop on the floor and lay down. We were laying in a spoon position - I had to peer over her body to see the screen - but not touching, quite distant from one and other. She was re-adjusting the laptop for a better place and the cable was accidentally pulled - it turned off and it applied complete invisibility to the room. He disembodied voice declared we should go to bed. I thought she was then going to leave to her own room. She did. But returned a few minutes later with a bundle of blankets and resumed the position she was previously in, laying next to me. We didn't talk after that, assuming the guise of attempting to sleep. Throughout this period we would shuffle and accidentally graze or touch one and other. Mistaking cover for her garments I would finger them, hoping her flesh would be perceptible through the fabric. It came to a point where I knew we were facing each other, although completely dark, I could feel her breath and heart beat - it was pacing. I was still quite drunk, and although I knew my friend and his brother were only metres away, I moved closer to her lips. I knew what the implications of my actions could potentially be, but I knew she wanted it and so did I. I rubbed my lip gently against hers to see first if she really did mind, but she remained and instead persed her lips and we kissed; her lips were slightly dry and it started very gently, presumably both knowing how wrong what were doing was. After a few seconds of his I rested my hand on her hips and pulled her a little closer to me, I could tell from the way she extended her hand she was supried to, and definetley not used to, the strength. [I should describe what she looks like: average height but proportional athletic build, nubile perky bum,small a cups, also quite waisty but thin, Half Asian, Glasses, cute face.] We started to kiss as if she was any girl, and the groping followed. For a long while I was cautious, never going under clothing, certainly not going near her breats. After a while started to feel her skin; stomach and lower back. After feeling no objections I moved on to her bum, over clothes. It is the one part I had always had tactile fantasies about (I saw her bum through her semi-transluscent pj bottoms, breifly exposed to intense light rendering them apparently fully translusent, once on a holiday a year and a half before that started our conversations.)I hovered over it registering the perfect and un-suprisingly tough contours of her bum. I squeezed and ran my finger over her crack. She now started to reciprocate the touching, but in a very evidently inexperienced way, flinging her arm around me, limp hugging and the likes. After a while of this enveloping each other, and me spending an inordinate amount of time groping her clothed bum, I decided to put my hand into her trousers and feel her bare ass (during this she was prostrate, facing and kissing me.) It was soft and it felt divine. I ran my hands up and down her - she must have been very aware from my rapidity and force I was making the most of the time - and after a while wanted to atleast get a feel of her tits. I was doing the usual routine of bum to waist and up to the ribs, where I would usually begin to repeat the procedure, but this time continued until I reached the edge of her bra. At this she started and pulled my hand down. After this, I abandoned hope of that and continued as usual. The form was quite small against mine and at lapses of kissing, we would assume lover's positions and in one of them fell aleep. Regrettably. I woke the next morning and she wasn't laying next to me, i walked about the house and it turned out she had gone out. I took this oppurtunity to leave. This has since happened 2 more times and we have remained in virtual contact. If anybody wants to hear I am eager to get it off my chest - this expounding has a distinct taste of shame.

I am watching womens gymnastics, and I confess that I am SO envious. If I had a flexible nubile body like that, I would totally devote my life to being a slutty whore... well, maybe not a "whore", I would give away more than I sold!

Im not some sexy young nubile blonde, but a slightly overweight 50yr old. Lst night i had my best nights sex ever. I went to a friends party, didnt know she was a swinger but i do now. There was 8 people there 3 ladies and 5 men.
After a few drinks the talk got onto sex and i relised what sort of party this was, i cofessed i had never done anything like this but i was intrigued.
My friend took me to one side and asked if i wanted to join in, but she would understand if i wanted to go, i said i would try but might not go all the way. She asked if i wanted to try something new, and she would stay in room so no one got too carried away, i agreed but said if i dont like whats happening i will just get up and stop it. We agreed and i let her lead me to her bedroom. She asked me to strip and lay on the bed, when i did she blindfolded me and said i was ready, i knew she was there so relaxed slightly.
After what seemed like ages i heard some one come into room, a pair of hands very lightly started stroking my body, avoiding my sensitive areas, but just getting close enough to tease, my body was shaking with nerves and excitement, and the person stroking my body was very good, making me shake more and more. Then a second pair of hands touched me, i gasped with the thought of 2 people touching me, and my friend watching. One very gentle hand started stroking round my pussy, teasing it just brushing it lightly with their finger tips, the other pair of hands were teasing my nipples.
I was on the verge of cumming without even being touched properly when both pairs of hands stopped. i felt the bed move and knew they had both got up, but never heard them leave, i put my hand onto my pussy, i so wanted to cum now, but a hand moved my hand away, and a hand went onto my pussy and started stroking my swolen clit, i was gasping and panting then a hot wet mouth took my clit, and a tongue was flicking it, and teeth gently nibbling it, my orgasm was building so fast now, a finger slid in my pussy and i started to cum immediatly, my juices running between my cheeks, over my arse and everything.
When i finished cumming a soft gentle tongue was cleaning me up, i felt hot wet liquid landing on my tits and face, i knew what this was and my pussy started pumping again, as i was cumming again somebody removed my blindfold.
I looked round and saw 3 men hard cocks in there hands wanking over me, one obviously had already shot his hot load over me, i looked down and saw my friend between my legs, looking up at me, her chin was wet and shining with my juices.
I never knew i was bi, didnt know she was like that but i know i want more

I run the park at nights. I like the cool breeze, the moonlight dappled leaves, and the incredibly beautiful naked ladies that lay on the lawn. There's always 5 or 6 of them, blondes with big tits and tight bodies. I stop all the time to look at them, I don't interupt them. Once I did, they told me they were meditating and breathing in the moonbeams, it keeps them looking young and beautiful. One of them told me that she was 60 years old and she was the youngest one. They are a group of lesbian lovers who cohabit a house near mine, and they have sex all day and then absorb moonbeams for food at night.

Sometimes I wonder how they live like that. They are at peace with the world, just laying there. They all look 20, 22 at most. Budding beauties, but they're all so old as well. I think about them fucking each other during the day, sliding their nubile, sweat-slicked bodies over each other in sexy-time goodness. Sometimes I want to join them, living their lifestyle and sliding my own sweaty body into their sticky, sweaty pile, and then laying all night drinking in moonbeams.

But then I run. i love the night, it's peaceful and the sound of my feet crunching the gravel is crisp and fresh and new. It's reinvigorating, and makes me want more. I couldn't stay in a life like that, just sex with beautiful women. I want more. I want to fight demons and slay dragons. I want to sail the seven seas and dance down Las Ramblas naked and drunk as a lord.