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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 2: “The Fourth Pill” Joey shifted on his bed, bored. Horny and bored. Hanukah had come early this year, so he’d celebrated early with his parents over Thanksgiving break, and now they were off touring Europe for their 30th wedding anniversary. His family had moved after he’d graduated high school, so even though he still kept in touch with some of his high school buddies they weren’t anywhere near his folks. He grumbled to himself as he lay there, only half paying attention to the Michael Bay explosion-fest on the TV in his bedroom. It had seemed perfectly fine, staying in the apartment by himself for six weeks over Christmas break, but had hadn’t counted on how fucking boring it was going to be. Campus was empty, there was no wrestling going on, and he was…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 We sat, stunned. Shea had just dropped a bombshell on us. My mind was racing. I turned to look at Sandy. Eyes closed, head back, resting on the cushions of the booth, she looked contended. Her hand continued to rest on my thigh. “Daddy,” she whispered, her head rising off the cushions, eyes opening as she leaned to me. “Do you suppose she is really interested in us? Both of us” she continued? She groaned softly. “I have never been with another woman,” she whispered. Her eyes flashed “Daddy, can I have her,” she queried? “Will you have both of us,” followed quickly. Her fingers dug into my rigid cock, squeezing hard, stroking slightly. “Please Daddy,” she whispered, leaning to kiss my cheek. “We don’t know her from Adam,” I retorted. “I don’t know what we should…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I was half awake when I heard Terry calling me from his room. I had not been in there since the first day, figuring it was the one place he might want some privacy, but he rarely shut his door. I wandered in and he was naked and hard again, dick in hand. “Had morning wood, figured you’d like another show,” he told me. That seemed a little presumptuous, but fuck, he was hot. He had his legs spread wide and I could see that spot behind his balls that intrigued me. I decided to sit near the foot of his bed so I’d have the opposite view of him from the night before, and maybe not get any jizz on me this time. He must have been working at it for a while because it was…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It’s been four months since the night my three housemates grabbed me, held me down, stripped me, tickled me, measured me and jerked me off. It had all begun early in the year with some verbal teasing and taunting about how small I was. I am only 5’5″ and shy of 100 pounds. Mark, Sam and Chad are all good looking, well-muscled jocks. Mark is the biggest at about 6’3″, 220. Sam is next at 6’1″, 200. Chad is the smallest, but still almost twice my size, at 6’0″ 180. They called me Little Guy and poked fun at my slight stature. Over time, the verbal torment had begun to turn physical. They pushed me around, measured my height, checked my pants and shoes for sizes and generally humiliated me. They started to wonder aloud if I…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I awoke slowly, feeling refreshed and energized. I had finally slept with my Daddy, after wanting to for so long. I felt Kari against me, still sound asleep.. but my Daddy wasn’t in bed any longer. I could hear the water running in his bathroom. I got up slowly trying not to wake Kari, and headed into the bathroom. Without any announcement, I step into the shower behind my father. “Hi Daddy.. Mind if I join?” I said as I began rubbing his back.. “Uh, no sweetie.. I guess not.” He answered hesitantly. I could tell my father was having second thoughts about what we had done earlier. I didn’t want him to feel this way.. I grabbed the soap and began to lather his body, paying special attention to his groin.. I could feel him growing…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My daughter Wendy met Mahla at a training college where she had been a student for some weeks previously. Mahla was an exchange teacher from Fiji over to complete some further education programs in Melbourne. They got on so well that when Wendy suggested she stay at our place instead of the school appointed hostel, she didn’t hesitate. While technically a Fijian Indian, her father was a Swedish national who, as it turned out, left her mother with more than romantic thoughts before re-boarding his freight ship some twenty three years earlier. The combination of her parents’ physical attributes had rendered in her an olive skinned, finely featured beauty which acted like a constant doorbell to my affections every time she showed up at the house. It was when she showed up at our pool one afternoon…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My little Suzy was well on her way to becoming her Daddy’s ideal slut. After our trip to the mall, she really started to take to her new wardrobe of short skirts, tight or low-cut shirts, and no panties. Her mother was outraged to have that nubile eighteen-year-old body flaunted in front of her — in her very own house too. She had tried for so long to keep Suzy covered up that she thought that teenage rebellion was the reason for the sudden change of wardrobe choices. Not only was Suzy enjoying the wardrobe of a little whore, she also greatly enjoyed the activities, and I quickly found out that her pussy was wet at almost all hours of the day. She was ready to take her Daddy’s cock whenever I felt the need for her…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My mother’s friend asked me to come over to her house to clear the yard and help her around the house. Her own daughter’s weren’t worth a damn and had left her to do it herself. She was about 45, being a couple years older than my mother. I was getting ready to start at the University and could use the extra money. Besides I liked her and really hated that she was stuck with two worthless kids by a more useless ex-husband. I’d brought a change of clothes to shower there because I’ve known the woman all my life AND my mother loved to watch me play games and stuff but NEVER wanted my sweaty, stinky self in her car. I still have memories when I was 12 and beginning to notice why women were interesting…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is the fourth chapter in the story of Amy and Matthew. I apologize for this latest instalment taking so long, but I hope you will enjoy it, and I plan to get back on writing more regularly. I hope you enjoy. ***** “Easy there!” Amy felt a sharp kick and her words came out in a gasp as she did her best to stay standing in the well-lit room. The wooden walls were painted in a warm orange colour, and a small cardboard box rested at her feet, newspaper bundled up inside as packing material. She looked down at herself, the light-blue dress distending noticeably now that her belly had grown quite large. She brought a hand down to rub her stomach gently as she spoke with a soft voice. “Don’t hurt mommy, dear. I know…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 1 We have planned everything down to the last detail. The only things she does not know is when it was going to happen and that someone was going to help me. For you to understand why I need help, I should explain. Between us, our running joke is that I am her wimpy butch, which of course is said with love. Of the two of us, I do look more butch. I enjoy placing my hand on the small of her back as we walk, opening doors and generally making her feel protected and cherished, for she truly is. In public I do tend to be very protective of her and if given into stereotypes, I am butch. I know no one would believe it by looking at us, but she, though very femme, with…