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“Crawl.” I move on my knees across the rug until I’m between his spread legs. He frees his cock—already hard, thick, the head dark and wet. He doesn’t tell me to open my mouth. He just fists my hair and pulls me forward until my lips stretch around him. I take him deep on the first stroke. He holds me there, nose against his stomach, until my throat flutters and spit runs down his shaft. Then he starts using my mouth in slow, deep thrusts, guiding my head with both hands as he does so. “This is what happens when you sneak out,” he says, voice calm while he slides over my tongue. “You don’t get to run off to some boy who doesn’t even know how to fuck you properly. You stay here and you take i

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

Dec’s character appeared in the corner of my screen, and I aimed my BFG, or big fucking gun, at him. “You asshole!” I laughed maniacally as his character died again. “It’s not like you have to prep them,” I pointed out and checked out where I was on the map. “Yeah. You do.” His voice was incredulous. “I mean, girls don’t just magically get wet and ready for sex. It takes time, foreplay, prep. The guys who skip those parts are assholes and have no business hooking up with anyone.” “Maybe. But it’s fundamentally different with guys.”

Then he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and pushed back inside in one long stroke. This wasn’t the couch sex. This was deeper, meaner. He fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself. One hand fisted in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, ruthless circles. Every thrust slapped against my ass, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “Tell me,” he panted, voice rough. “Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about this cock.” “Since I was nineteen,” I gasped, pushing back to meet him. “In the shower. In my bed. Once while you were driving me to campus and I had my hand in my panties under my skirt.”

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Foreplay will last as long I want, I'll be the one to ask for the first cock in me. Apart from those guidelines, it's a free for all. I lie face down on the bed, arms crossed over the pillow, wearing a modest cover nothing tight or difficult to remove lots of easy access for anyone, almost immediately fingertips are stroking my calf's, passing the back of my knees and continuing up my hamstrings. These guy's are well informed if this continues someone could be getting her arse fucked! "Mmmmmm that's soon nice" I murmur my gratitude. I inhale sharply in anticipation of the fingers touching the bottom of my bum cheeks before carrying on up my body, but they stop just short and retrack their pa

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

I was already so close, so wound up from hours of teasing and denial, that the orgasm started building fast and violently. I grabbed his cock again and started stroking faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers fucking into me. Wet, filthy sounds were barely hidden under the blanket. Sophie slept on, completely unaware her boyfriend had two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her mother’s cunt. His thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, perfect circles. I came like a fucking freight train.