Taboo Porn Stories Page 512
My last class ended at 2:45 pm. So I sat in my classroom grading papers from other classes and waiting for Amy to return at 3:00p.m. I was still stewing over our exchange earlier in the day and would do my best to control my temper.
I told her to be here promply at 3:00 pm and no later. She had a habit of defying my authority and this time it looked like it would be no different.
3:00p.m. came and went and no Amy. I wondered where she could be was she smoking in the girls room with her other friends, or did she just ignore me and get on the bus and go home instead of reporting to my classroo... Continue»
What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy. She lived on a small farm just over a day's ride from the nearest town, which was small in any case, just a church, a saloon, some stores and a few houses. She lived with her three older step-b*****rs and her Pa (who was really her step-father - her father died just before she was born and her mother just after she turned 10), and a few farmhands: four black men and a fat white man who bullied them. They were fairly poor, she hardly ever had new clothes, only her b*****rs' old c... Continue»
I suppose it all began with a compliment made to me by my best friend, Linzi, on our way home from school about six months ago. I had just gotten myself a date with Bobby, the best looking boy in the class. Linzi was happy for me and not at all envious when she said:
'Becky, you're such a beautiful girl. I'll bet you could have any man you wanted in, like, the entire world.'
I smiled appreciatively but said nothing.
'Well, any man except one that is,' Linzi added.
I was a bit put out by this remark, following on as quickly as it did from her previous praise. And I think my puzzled ... Continue»
AN ILL-DEFINED QUALITY, something in her expression unsettled him. Despite the differences in their ages the girl was disturbing, made him feel distinctly uneasy. A hint of a smirk lifted the corner of her mouth while her pale-green, penetrating eyes bored into his and gave the impression of being able to recognise every dirty, sordid thought that had ever crossed his mind. He didn't know her well; they'd never been close while she was growing up. She was his b*****r's daughter.
"You OK, Uncle Pat?" she asked, breaking eye contact and flinging herself onto the sofa in a confident wh... Continue»
She danced with beauty and grace. Her 18-year-old body was at its bloom of womanhood, and was the envy of all the others in her class. She was dancing in what would be her final recital with this dance company, as the following Autumn would bring her to a distant state and university.
Her 20-year-old b*****r sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He had laughed at the 4 and 5-years-olds doing their cute dances in their cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others crying for their mommy, afraid of being in front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the "grades" of the ... Continue»
We moved, my daughter and I. We loaded up the a U-Haul ourselves. Everything was going great. We unloaded everything at the new house and returned the truck to the dealership in our newly adopted hometown.
But then my daughter fell face-first from a few feet up from the back of the truck with an arm full of moving blankets. You know, the kind that are used to protect furniture. She was carrying the blankets to their U-Haul office so that the dealer could count them.
But the fall broke both her wrists and several of her fingers. The blankets cushioned her face and upper body
She ended... Continue»
“I don’t want to fuck around in your mother’s bedroom. “
“Come on… It’ll be fun !!” Tina half pleaded with me and tugged at my arm.
I reached up and cupped one of her perfect breasts squeezing it gently and making her shudder and sigh. This had been quite an audacious day as we had spent most of the day mentally sparring first as mortal enemies and later exploring one another’s bodies as out and out lovers. Tina had evolved right before my eyes fr... Continue»
Pregnancy risk sex goes beyond simple barebacking.
Barebacking is basically a selfish, lazy thing -- don't want to wear a condom, and just want to appeal to one's own pleasure. One can bareback with birth control, and not risk pregnancy (or at least, lower the risk).
Pregnancy risk sex requires stalking the woman and getting familiar with her menstrual cycle, and watching carefully for signs of ovulation. It also requires arguing against birth control, so you know she's fertile. You fuck her for the days before she ovulates, and every day till a few days after, just... Continue»
ANOTHER NIGHT OUT
After being stuck to house and work for a loooong time, I recently decided to go to New York City for a night of fun. Just before I was ready to leave the house I realized I had nothing planned for the
evening, because of this I was a little reluctant to go out and I thought I would postpone this trip for another day. As it later turned out staying home would've been a huge mistake!
After a little encouragement from my husband I finally decided to go. Hubby is always eager for me to go out; he knows that I rarely come back home without an exciting story.
I got on... Continue»
I had a lot of fun when I was a k**. Not all boys get to wonder around the house in a bra and panties anytime thay want. Mom was real good letting me explore my sexuality. And I took full advantage of it, I think my cock was hard twentyfour hours a day after that first time she caught me playing with myself and told me it was allright and I could do it anytime I wanted to. The first few times felt strange but really turned me on so I got comfortable real quick. We would be sitting in the livingroom with the tv on and before I knew it my hand would slip into my panties and i'd start stroking ... Continue»
Well instead of writing about my exploits for when I was a young man with Kate I thought I would update you on my latest craving… My auntie.
Well it started years ago when my uncle married this lady lets say her name is…. Sarah (You never know she may stumble across this) and fuck was she sexy. Small frame, medium sides tits short blonde hair and an ass to die for. Many a nights were spent masturbating over her; I also managed to steal a pair of her pants and sniffing them while jerking it off.
Well fast forward to 2011 and she is getting divorced so she is alone mo... Continue»
My Aunt Sarah came to stay with us during the summer of 72 while some major renovations were being done on her house. She was a very attractive woman in her early 30's, tall and slim with curly red hair and a great body. School was out for the summer and I spent most of my free time just lounging around our pool and swimming when I wasn't out chasing after girls. One afternoon Sarah joined me at the pool while my parents were at work. She laid by the pool getting some sun while I swam. She looked so good in her bikini with her full round breasts and long beautiful legs. I swam for a while then... Continue»
My user name on xHamster.com is machineted1965. I'm forty six years old. I'm involved in a sexless marriage. I love my wife who is three years younger than Me. Shes a tiny little lady 5' 4", 110 lbs. Red hair and fair skin. We've been together four and a half years and have been married for a little more than a year. We've been having problems lately with her son, and his dad. Who is still jealous of our marriage after all this time. He's always making physical threats, and causing problems over stupid shit that is none of his business. Due to all the stress my wife is constantly ill, and n... Continue»
The way young Manley got started fooling around with Patricia Preston
wasn't all that different from the way any local eighteen-year-old boy
made out with an attractive thirty-six-year-old woman. If you lived in
Tuttleville, you'd know there was a lot of that going on. A stranger
however, would never realize it.
The women of Tuttleville - and the teenage girls too - were rather
clanish. They didn't take to strangers. Men from out of town, business
men, traveling salesmen and the like, came away with the impression
that the ladies who lived there, were pure-minded, well behaved... Continue»
Paul T. Findley was deep in thought as he browsed through the mountain
of documentation Laura Stevens had dumped on his desk. "You have enough
material here for a dozen books," he said, glancing up at the
attractive young woman who sat across from him with a satisfied smile
on her face.
"I believe in being thorough," she told him. "I've got everything I
need to start writing. I have all the facts on Dorothy Baker and her
son Mark, Mary Anne Overton and her son Brian, Jennifer Henderson and
her son Jamie, Irma Thatcher and her son Michael, and Patricia Preston
and her son Man... Continue»
All the big publishing houses are not located in New York City. One of
the biggest, Findley House, has its offices in a much smaller city,
Denton, because its founder and chief stockholder, Paul T. Findley,
wanted to be able to get off to the mountains or the seashore, without
spending all his time traveling. As the company became more successful,
due to the fact that it printed a good many books of a sexual and
erotic nature, Findley House soon took over the entire sixth floor of
the Palmer Building in downtown Denton.
In Paul Findley's spacious and luxurious office, best-sel... Continue»
There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special privileges. If
anyone could have seen what he was doing at that moment, they would
have agreed that no other eighteen-year-old boy could have gotten away
with such a thing like that. But that might not have been quite true.
In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage boys doing the same
thing. But anyway, he did have special privileges. That was evident
when he crawled into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put
his hand on her cunt.
What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would have expected
With the coffee pot in her hand, Dorothy Baker went over to the kitchen
table where her two good friends, Mary Anne Overton and Jennifer
Henderson were sitting.
"More coffee, girls?" she asked.
"Not for me, thanks," said Mary Anne. "Hadn't we better be going? When
there's a sale on, the store might be crowded."
"We have time. It's still early," Dorothy replied. "How about you,
"Yes, I will," said Jennifer. "Say, why don't we give Irma Thatcher a
call and see if she'd like to go with us? We can pick her up on the
"That's a good idea," said Dorothy. "O... Continue»
I was 16, and my half-s****r was 29, at the time of this story. I've always thought she was a good looking girl, as I grew up. She was blond, with cheeks that dimpled when she's happy, and a great body. My dick would go into a quivering mass of excitement whenever she came around, like a few months ago at a f****y picnic. She had on white shorts, and a short, loose blouse. Of course, she had a bra on, but you could see her nipples tenting her bra at times.
I watched as my b*****r-in-law pushed her high on the swing. s*s was working her beautiful legs up and down, keeping the... Continue»
It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in Tuttleville that
evening he would have assumed that most of the people who lived there
went to bed with the chickens. He would have been right, even if they
didn't go right to sl**p after they got into bed.
Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas,
was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs
windows. At number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in
the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Dorothy
Baker was giggling instead of s... Continue»