All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Introduction: I was flesh grabbed; double daddy manhandled, body mauled, as I had never been before. Well, I suppose I’d never been explored by two guys simultaneously.*************************Family, it’s who you are. When I was young, nuclear was the standard with two biological parents. I didn’t need a DNA test; I looked like my mum: the same chin, the exact sharpish nose, honeyed blonde hair and her sparkling light blue eyes. As a teenager, thankfully, I got her great boobs too. A nuclear family, alright, very appropriate, it split and exploded.But I’m getting ahead of myself. In high school, I became aware of friends with only one parent, a mum or kids living with their grandparents. Then my dad and mum divorced, and I became part of a new unit with a step-dad a year later. Then at college, the realisation there were friends in same-sex adult households like Matt, a cool gay dude with two lesbian mums. Anyway, I was tolerant because it didn’t directly involve me and my home wo

Since I moved here 2 years ago, I was 16 and my parents would always be at work. So as they are at work I stay at my neighbors house. He 56 years old with light chocolate skin. He is tall about 6'2 muscular built, very handsome. I help take care of his house and errands.My name is Jamie, I am light skin with a cute petite body. I am 4'11 and weigh 98lbs. I've always been attracted to older men. When I started helping old man Marcus I noticed him always looking at me. So I would purposely drop things to bend over in front of him.When I clean his house he would take a nap. He always slept naked he told me this. I would peek on him all the time. One day I think he knew I was speaking on him, when I went in to peak he was rock hard. I gasped and stood there as he played with it. It mad me soaking wet.Later that week was my birthday. Yay I finally 18. I go over to Marcus house and cock dinner, he has some music playing and dancing. I go to walk by him as he bumps me, grabs me to dance w

"You are very wet, Katie. Is this normal?" he asks, as I feel him delving deeper inside me."Oh, ..................yes" I gasp, half reply, half pleasure. " I'm like this most of the time...thats why I am worried that its my bladder". My face is now hot and flushed." I see" he replies. He looks down at me and smiles, as his fingers are now pushing in and out of me, in deep rhythmical motions, and I know that this is no longer simply an anatomical examination. He is actually masturbating me! I can’t believe my luck! I never imagined it would go this far!“And how does this feel?” he asks, as I look up at him, trying to keep control of my urge to scream. “Do you feel any pain when I do this?”My hips involuntarily rise up off the table, to meet his thrusting fingers.“Ahh..ahh..no..no pain,” I gasp, as the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me fills the room.“Well, that’s a good sign”, he replies, studying every detail of my wet, gaping pussy as he pushes his fingers deeper in

Introduction: The story of a tutor in his 40's and his 17 year old teen student crossing the line during a fateful stormy night while being watched by their neighbour. A story about carnal desires and the taste of youth.********************I was like anybody else, a healthy 17 year old. There was nothing awe inspiring about me. I was 5'2, outgoing, had a big social circle of friends who adored me, had a loving home, a good education and cute looks.With my soft caramel skin, pink full lips, long black hair that reached my waist, my tiny hips and luscious supple breasts, I wasn't the most gorgeous being around, but I could still turn quite a few heads. Back then, I had a tutor. He was a plump looking old gentleman, 5'8, 42 years of age who home tutored mathematics to a few freshmen in college.He lived with wife and twin kids. I had been studying under him for two years by that point. He was a very nice and friendly guy. He'd properly praise students for doing a good job and would he

I lay in bed thinking. What the fuck happened last night. I look at the side of the bed where it all started. Wait… no it didn’t start here. it started at the club. Now I have to go over every detail to see if I missed something.I went to the club around six to meet Tony and Tony. Alright, one I call Anthony. We meet every Friday at the same time for their prime rib dinner special. We don’t have to even order. Our table is set and our drinks are already waiting for us.I’ve known the owners for years and Madalin the owner’s wife always takes care of us. Prime rib, baked potato, and my veg. is corn. There is nothing like a rib that’s about two inches thick and cooked to a beautiful medium-rare. You don’t need a knife.After dinner, we usually hang out and wait for the band and see what skirts come in. This day, they both bailed on me for some strange reason and I found myself sitting at the bar alone.Eight o’clock and the place was filling up and I contemplated leaving but figured I’