Blowjob

Part 2 of ? I forgot to mention some key parts of my family. My mom she works 12 hours a day on the week days and 8 hours on Saturday, and off Sunday. My older sister Sara is about 6'1 with long brown hair and curves that would make you jizz in your pants, her face kinda looks like Jessica Alba but 10 years younger. She is very smart but don't expect her to make you laugh she has no sense of humor at all. know for Kelly. she is about 5'5 her body is perfect for a 15 yr...

Michael had planned the night well. He had told Silk he had to stay late for an a meeting and so she had said she would meet him later at his house but that she had to stop by her apartment to pick up a few things. This was perfect for Michael’s plans. Silk had mentioned that the idea of rape sort of excited her. A controlled situation where she knew there was no real danger. Michael knew many girls actually found this erotic and didn’t mind indulging her fantasy, but he also knew it worked best if it was early...

It had been a small gathering in Jinx's studio apartment. We had been sitting on Jinx's large four poster bed. When the ohers left, I stayed behind to say my goodbyes to Jinx, because this was the fist time I had met her. The four poster had been intriguing me. I had been looking at the carving at the foot , and I was intrigued. Er---ropes? I asked.. How did you know? The marks on the bedposts. Nice four-poster bed, by the way. Thanks. You're pretty observant. You into bondage? I hedged a bit. Not exactly into it. I've read some...

“Fold.”
 “Shit.” 
The guys and I had been playing poker in the den for only an hour and I was low on funds, I couldn’t believe it, I was on a losing streak. “Clairy, come bring daddy a beer.” I said, summoning my daughter over. She had been laying on the floor watching TV, it was normally not my weekend to have custody but Aileen had messed up the dates and I wasn’t about to cancel on the guys. Looking at my chips, now I wish I had. “Ok Daddy.” She said, getting up to go to the kitchen. I watched...

Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3. something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. 4. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. 5. an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. 6. Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case...

For those reading this story who have not read the first installment, I apologize for the lead in to this, part 2. It does drag a little to begin with, but if you read the first part and are starting on the second, think of it as the intermission between two feature films in a movie house. :) Comments about the lead-in aren’t needed because I think you will find the rest of this part of the story hot enough even for those who like it out there in Never, Never, Land. Any other comments are more than welcome especially any...

The Oklahoma sun was intenet on burning us out, I was thinking, as I drove up into the garage to unload my yard equipment. Mowing lawns for extra money is not usually too bad unless the temperatures stay over a hundred degrees for several days. This was the case back in 1980. I had just graduated college and was set to join the work force as a business teacher in Ardmore. However, some of my old lawn accounts had called and were needing their yards done, so I relented to help them out for the remainder of the summer. I figured...

This story is part true story (names changed) and part fantasy. You decide which is which. Kate couldn’t think about anything else. She wanted sex, she needed sex, and until she had sex she would be unable to regain her concentration for anything else. Her therapist calls it “hyper sexuality”, apparently another part of her OCD. After leaving work on Saturday, and finally done with a very non-productive week, Kate was ready to find what she needed. And contrary to her therapist’s opinion, it was not an anti-depressant drug. Kate went home, showered, and dressed. Then she headed out to find...

I awoke bright and early one Saturday morning to the wonderful sensation of a morning blow-job. It wasn't like my wife to give me head, but every now and then she did surprise me in this fashion when she woke up in a rather frisky mood. I enjoyed the sensation of the wet lips gliding up and down my pole and the hand fondling my balls, the hand felt familiar and not like my wife's so I finished rubbing my eyes and looked down to find my daughter Rosie lovingly handling me. Don't worry Daddy, Mom left for her work thing...

Lisa lifted the phone. Hi honey, she said. She held a hand over the receiver. You have to be quiet baby. It's Todd. Oh shit, Loretta said. My lips curled in devious delight. You know what I want? Lisa shivered. Ohhh, I have an idea. What? Loretta asked. What's she gonna do? I petted Loretta's head. Don't ask. Just watch your sister be naughty. Arching up, Lisa displayed her tits. And don't tell, she said. Her fat chestnut tits jutted over the frilled edge of her body stocking, knots of cum frosted between her angelic cleavage and clumped on her pearls...