“I would like to thank all of you who have taken the time to read my stories and to give me feedback. This story is from my memories and is 90% true. I do not remember the exact dialog between us and have tried to insert what probably was said and I am sure I was more clumsy and stumbling with my real words than appears here. If you wonder why this story has the “fetishes” I can only say that “It is what it is, because it was”. Shirley infected me for life, with an appreciation for natural women. I am amazed that today if a man prefers a woman to remove all of her body hair it is normal and if he prefers her in her God given state it is a fetish. I would love feedback. If the lady from Arkansas who sent me feedback on Part one will do so again, I would like to correspond with you on ideas and thoughts. Thank you again for reading.” Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for December, 2009
Mom’s Friend Was My First Love Ch. 04
I ended chapter three by saying that it was the end of the story of that first day when I lost my virginity. Actually, Shirley, who was the ever practical farm girl, lay there with me cuddling and kissing for a half hour and then she and I got up and dressed and finished out a long day working on the farm. When I went home that night at almost 9 pm I was dirty and sweaty and my penis and testicles were sore. I was a happy 19 year old and slept like a log that night.
The next day I arrived bright and early at the farm and Shirley met me at the gate again. Today I was going to be mowing another hay field while she raked the next field and began bailing. She had the water jug and had packed sandwiches in an old army pack. We walked arm in arm to the machine shed where the tractors were parked. Once inside she spun me around and pulled my head down to her lips. The kiss lasted for several minutes and was soft and warm and deep. She tasted of tobacco and cinnamon and as we kissed she ground her groin into mine giving me a painful erection. Today she was wearing a white blouse with the tails out and I ran my hands under the loose shirt and caressed her breasts and nipples. Read the rest of this entry »
Her Awakening Ch. 05
After her experience with Penny, Victoria found herself to be insatiable. It was like that experience had triggered something primal in her. She spent all of her alone time thinking of sex and how else she could please her lovers and herself. This posed a problem when her husband came home. She couldn’t just call Jake when her husband was home. She no longer dreaded her husband leaving on his trips, she now wished for them. Her husband had come home a few days after her tryst with Penny. He had barely put his luggage down before he grabbed Victoria, taking her to their bedroom and attacking her. However, like always, before she could even begin to enjoy it, he let out a groan and came inside her, and rolled off to get a shower. The next day her husband announced that his boss had promised him that he would not make him travel for at least a month since his last trip was so long. Read the rest of this entry »
Hillary: The Summer of ‘92 Ch. 05
*Hillary: The Summer of ‘92
Part 5
From Benjamin Dornier’s Journal
Sunday, July 18, 1992*
The weekend on the seacoast with my family turned out to be far less of a problem than I’d expected. Between the fact that my wife was having her period and some contentious issues among some of her family members present, she and I had little time for intimacy. And the fuss going on among family members kept her distracted enough to keep her from noticing whatever discomfiture - and guilt - I may have been showing. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Gonna Be Fine
Chapter One
It had started so innocently. I had been in my favourite chat room, just fooling around in my own virtual way when my private message box flashed up. “You are funny” it said. I looked at the senders’ nickname and it was one I didn’t recognise. Wary at first I replied “Thanks. You have caught me on a good day.” About thirty seconds later came the reply “Lucky me. Wanna chat?”
On that fateful first night we must have chatted and joked and laughed for about two hours and not a hint of sexuality was in the air. To be honest it made for a please change. Read the rest of this entry »
Harmony Hill Ch. 05
“Dwight, my mother used the word “dreamy” when she was a teenager. I know what she meant when I saw him climbing out of the pool. Red Speedos, pecs dripping water, green swimming goggles over his brown eyes, a flat belly oily with sunscreen, his black hair slicked back. Sleek as an otter, gorgeous as Mark Spitz or Greg Louganis, the same sparse v-shaped physique sculpted by swimming. Muscles popping out all over him. Sitting in the chaise lounge I was so wet, not from the water in the pool, let me tell you. I had to restrain myself from sticking a finger in my twat.” Read the rest of this entry »
Grandma Celine
A SATURDAY MORNING WITH CELINE
It was 7 AM on a sunny Saturday morning. I woke up, showered quickly, and returned to bed. I looked fondly at the woman sleeping on her stomach: her pink night gown was bunched around her waist, revealing her perfectly rounded meaty buttocks. Her blonde hair was sprinkled liberally with gray, befitting a middle-aged grandma. I gave her a long back, thigh, and buttocks massage. The lady turned her head towards me and asked:
“Darling, do you know what today is?” Read the rest of this entry »
Fucking Fatties In Florida Ch. 05
“How could you do that, Mother? How could you let that man rape my little girl?” Peggy angrily accused Helen. Helen’s thick and hefty mid-thirties daughter had arrived in Fort Lauderdale to confront her mother about the deflowering of granddaughter Laurie in a passionate week of sexual awaking for the pudgy eighteen year old. As a cock-ready fifty year old, hefty-babe, thick-cunt lover I had been actively banging grandma for well over a month, and had the joy of popping her granddaughter’s cherry a few weeks back. And now the middle of the three generations of chunky sluts had come to town, too. Read the rest of this entry »
English Aunties Ch. 02
English Aunties – Part 2
With no comment whatsoever, 2 pairs of old fat legs open revealing their hairy bushes…
I threw my clothes off in an instant, revealing an almighty errection – due, no doubt, to the DVD of their heated nights – and asked politely:
- So, who wants it first?
I expected an icy atmosphere still, but somehow the whole throwing my clothes off, the errection and the silly question seemed to have made them forget about what just happened a couple of minutes away as they both burst out laughing: Read the rest of this entry »
Country Life Ch. 02
When Inga and I came to the house from our first encounter we met my mother. She looked at me searchingly, smiled but said nothing.
Did she know already? Did she know that her friend Inga had turned me into a man? I became beet red in my face and fled to my room.
Dinner was trying. I thought that everyone was looking suspiciously at me. When I happened to meet Inga”s eyes she smiled at me and I thought that everybody wondered why. Remarks from my sisters suddenly had an underlying meaning. Of course it was nothing, only my bad conscience. Read the rest of this entry »