Pegging with Olivia and her GF

"Brace yourself, Olivia - I'm going to give that lovely cunt of yours one hell of a pounding!"

The 7-year-old squealed with shocked delight at her mother's words, not noticing the smile that Carol had shared with Laura. Olivia had looked forward for months to being fucked by her mother but now that the time had come she was becoming increasingly nervous, wondering how she could possibly take the thick phallus of Carol's strap-on in her tiny holes.

Doing Cassandra hard 3.

Despite my anger at myself for not being able to control my desires when I had an "urge" I often used my body, Mom's body, for amusement when I had nothing else to do. To tell the truth, I certainly enjoyed sex when I wasn't being compelled to do it. In that regard I was a normal teen age boy. I loved the touch and feel of Mom. Running my hands over her body was an absolute joy.

An Historian Discusses Sex-Slavery

I sat down with an esteemed historian this afternoon to discuss his findings about American slavery. I told him that I was wrestling with a bit of a conundrum trying to figure out why it was that slavery remains so powerful within the psyche of most black men and women.

Why is it that if you call a man or woman a slave on a street corner they'll go crazy on you, yet if you mention slavery and chains in the bedroom they turn into a wild and insatiable sex maniacs? Why does the mention of slavery and chains still get afro-americans so angry, and yet so sexual aroused?

Mark and Merianne and I

As mentioned, I had decided to have some portion of my fun in the past, and in other places, and as other people. It was time to give it a try. I had just finished setting up Mark and Merianne and I returned to my office, locking the door and telling the assistant that I didn't want to be disturbed for about fifteen minutes. That, at Reward's one hour per second rate (I assumed the rate could be adjusted to anything, but this one would do), would allow me to enter another life for a month. I had often fantasized, as have many other people, about life on a primitive, unspoiled tropical island - so I thought it would be nice to pick out some such place.

Rhythm Method

Laura is the narrator's wife and the initiator of the sexual contact between her husband, herself, and their sexually frustrated neighbor Sharon. This story is told from Laura's point of view. I wrote this story so that it can be read as a completely separate entity from IHON without any loss of what is going on. However, if you read the first story, this one will no doubt be enhanced.

Alan loved fucking his sister

The evening light cut through the mini blinds in Alan's room, creating streaks of orange, red and yellow. There was complete silence throughout the house except for the sound's of strained breathing and the rhythmic squeaking of Alan's bed. Alan loved fucking his sister, she was the tightest piece of ass he had ever had, the vise like grip of her pussy was like magic on his cock, and when he came it was like nothing he had ever experienced in his 17 years on this earth. Erika equally enjoyed fucking, his cock was the longest she had ever had and she almost passed out when ever he went down on her. Every since they began fucking six months earlier they had never missed and opportunity to fuck.

Welcome to Wonderland

Christie and her friends walked into the majestic old house. Christie's mother had just purchased the old house and they would be living there for a few months during the summer. The house supposedly belonged to Lewis Carroll when he was a teen. Christie had no idea who that was, nor did she care. She really didn't want to live in England even if it was just for a summer. She did however bring some of her friends with her for this long vacation. Christie's mother was a real estate agent and her job was to fix the old house up and sell it by September.

Nitemares and Fantasies: Uncle Hank and the Boys

Iąm bi-racial, that is my Father was white, and Mom was a very, very lightskinned Black woman. So I got my Momąs good luck, and thanks to my Father, if I had wanted to, I could have łpassed˛.

But Mom, she was really proud of being Black, and when Dad ran off shortly after my birth, we went to live with her darker skinned relations in a farming community in Georgia.

Alien sex story

Robert watched Debbie step into the archway and vanish, only to appear a moment later moving through the throng of people, beings and creatures who flowed by the invisible barrier that separated the lounge from the rest of whatever this place was. He felt his heart rise into his throat as she disappeared from view, and stood, staring, at where she had passed out of sight around the frame of the window or opening or whatever it was. "Awwww"