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Sudden Abduction

This is my first time writing ANYTHING.. Least of all erotica, all comments are welcome and if you have a suggestion for part two let me know 🙂 In the mean time though, enjoy.

Fiction

Reading Allowed, Pt.8

READING ALLOWED, Part 8
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day had worn on, her jaw aching more by the hour, her stomach growling, her body cold and bruised and her head more often than not in one of his toilets, Marie’s frustration had grown and grown. She’d even started to feel like she was justified in snooping around in his study. After all, she’d given up her whole weekend for him and he hadn’t even seen fit to stay at home!
Marie hadn’t been able to form any kind of resolve about how she was going to behave when her Master came home, other than the vague idea that she certainly deserved some attention from him and would be prepared to communicate just that if she didn’t get any. But her resolution wavered the second she sensed him in the bathroom. He’d startled her, standing there so quietly while she worked, squashed up against the toilet for all the world as if she were embracing it. She’d dropped the cleaning brush and it had splashed her, and just like that, she was at a disadvantage. As usual.
As she’d struggled to kneel the way he liked, Marie tried to cope with the confusing riot of emotions that she was feeling. On the one hand, she was still mad at him, anxious to show him that she didn’t appreciate his leaving her; on the other, his presence overwhelmed her, intruded even on her carefully nourished anger, and all her instincts were screaming at her to throw herself at his feet and show him her joy and relief that he’d returned. Her desire to have her suffering acknowledged by him warred with the desire to suffer still more, to do anything he wanted as long as he would smile at her and tell her she was a good girl. She could feel him studying her and trembled. Her urge to grovel grew stronger as he approached her, overpowering her with his presence, torturing her with suspense. As he gripped her chin and raised her face to look in her eyes, Marie had panicked, terrified he’d be able to see her every disloyal, petulant thought, and then she had made the terrible choice to show him her anger.
How quickly he’d put her in her place, she thought miserably now. In truth, he’d had all the power from the moment he’d come into the bathroom, had controlled her more efficiently with just his presence than his chains had been able to do throughout the long day. He stood before her and her body shook with the desire to kneel; he humiliated her and she craved his approval beyond every other need. She had tried defiance just this once, confronting him with nothing more than the look in her eyes, and his reaction had been immediate, painful and devastatingly effective. Marie had realized again, with excruciating clarity, that her attitude was still all wrong. It was her privilege to be allowed to spend the weekend with him, her undeserved honor that he was willing to teach her. After all, she hadn’t been a very good slave…
She clung to his ankles, her forehead resting on his feet, trying to control her sobs and hoping against hope that her obvious contrition would mollify his displeasure with her. At long last, he spoke.
“You’re getting toilet-water all over my shoes.”
The mildness of his tone, with its bare hint of amusement, filled her with such relief and delight that Marie felt like scampering around the bathroom and wagging her tail like the good little doggie she wanted to be for him. But she made herself hold perfectly still for a moment, then slowly raised her face to his again and, trying very hard not to smile, said, “I’m sorry, Master.”
Yes! His expression was now one of bemused affection; he was no longer angry with her! Oh, thank God.
He grabbed a hand-towel from a nearby rack, roughly dried her face and hair with it then threw it down on the floor beside her. Marie knew he was expecting her to use it to dry his shoes.
Instead she once more lowered her head….and began licking them clean.
It didn’t take long—less than a minute—to complete the task, but something about it, the complete and utter abasement of kneeling at his feet, naked and in chains, licking toilet water from his shoes, was setting her on fire. She had no time to analyze it—all she knew was she had to have his cock in her mouth—now.
She sat up. Her eyes flickered up to him once—he was frowning down at her, but not angrily. He seemed intent, as if he was trying to guess at her thoughts. Feeling suddenly sure of herself, Marie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the front of his pants where his erection strained against the fabric. She nuzzled her cheek there and looked up at him again, holding his gaze this time. “Please, Master,” she said, “may I suck your cock?”
They were both a little stunned. Marie couldn’t believe how strong and confident her voice had sounded. Her pussy flooded with moisture at the sound of the words; her eyes sparkled with excitement. Even though he’d just spanked her, even though her hair was wet with toilet water and she was naked and chained, this felt right.
As for her Master, he couldn’t get his pants open fast enough. He’d think about what her behavior meant in a few minutes—right now, he focused on Marie’s hot, talented little mouth as she bent to her work. Good God, it felt like she was trying to swallow him whole!
Marie was overtaken by a strange sort of frenzy. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock in her mouth. Her captive hands reached for his balls and her fingers lifted them, rubbed them, and squeezed them gently all the while her face was pressed against his groin, her throat full of him. She massaged the spot below his balls and her tongue went into overdrive on his shaft.
This was one time he wasn’t worried about coming too soon. He thought he was going to die of pleasure… He lost control as he came, grabbing her head and thrusting himself violently down her throat. She swallowed gamely, and when he finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard, she was kneeling there smiling at him.
He could hardly believe it. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She’d begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he’d ordered her to, but this was different. He’d never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she’d been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he’d just given her a present.
What was it about this girl that she’d gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he’d come home earlier than he’d planned, anxious to see how his little slave had fared in his absence. He’d had to conceal a hard-on quite a few times throughout the day, every time he pictured her humping his fingers as she had this morning or the desperate, pleading look on her face when she realized he was going to leave her bound and frustrated. What a homecoming he’d gotten! And they still had all evening to spend together before he really ought to be getting her back to campus. They’d eat first—and then he had a few things he wanted to try.
Her Master hadn’t said anything, and he’d only given her the briefest of smiles, but Marie knew he was pleased with her. She tensed just a little as he reached down and hauled her to her feet—grabbing her elbow this time, instead of her hair—surely that was a good sign. He tossed her over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry and headed for the stairs. Marie felt a little panicky as she realized that, with her hands bound by her neck, she had no way to break her fall if he dropped her, but his grip was firm and the feeling subsided. Now, as he entered the kitchen—the scene of her imprudence that morning—she just had to worry about what he would do with her next.
It seemed that they had both learned a lesson from that morning’s encounter: when they reached the kitchen table he simply put her down next to his chair, lifting the table leg to secure the end of her leash as she took her kneeling pose. He said not one word to her about cooking, and Marie allowed herself a small grin as she watched him preparing dinner.
It was a simple meal; he steamed some rice and saut? a few chopped vegetables, tossing in some bits of cold chicken from the refrigerator. But he added spices like a master chef–a pinch of one, a sprinkle of another, tasting and nodding to himself. The air began to fill with a deliciously complex aroma and Marie was forcefully reminded that she’d had nothing to eat since breakfast, unless she counted her Master’s come. If she still had her ball-gag on, she knew, she’d be drooling all over herself. As it was she simply swallowed hard, kept her position tight and her attention on him, hoping that her stomach wouldn’t gurgle and embarrass her as it had that morning.
Yet even though she was famished, not to mention ragingly horny, she became aware that underlying all the physical and emotional turbulence lay a very unfamiliar sensation: serenity. Her needs were no longer her concern—her Master would take care of them in due time, and that’s all she needed to know. She felt a contented smile creep across her face.
Her smile only widened when she saw him reach down into a cabinet next to the stove and bring out a shining aluminum dog bowl. She knew it was for her, and she brushed away the troublesome thought that it already been there and not purchased especially for her. Maybe he used to have a dog. Or maybe…no, she would not think about that. This moment—now—was all there needed to be.
She gave him her most loving smile as he set the bowl, filled to the brim with steaming food, on the floor beside her before setting his plate on the table. She followed him with her eyes and then her body, shuffling around on her knees to remain facing towards him as he pulled out his chair and sat. She gave not the slightest glance to her bowl of food—it was not hers until he said it was.
When he was settled in place he turned to look at her, and to Marie it was obvious that he was pleased with what he saw: that his slave was simply waiting, giving him her complete and silent attention. He actually beamed at her and caressed the side of her face with his hand, and Marie felt as though she would melt with happiness. After a moment he withdrew his hand and said, “You must be starving, princess. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you, Master,” Marie replied, wishing she could kiss him just then. She turned away and bent down to her bowl…and was quite pleased to discover that he had placed it so that while she ate she would be displaying her upraised ass and pussy for his pleasure. She began to eat.
Marie’s hands had reached out automatically to steady herself as she bent over the dog bowl, only to be jerked back by the chains holding them to her collar. She was suddenly mindful of her discomfort again. She hadn’t been able to straighten her arms for hours, now, and the urge to stretch her elbows was driving her crazy. Marie tried to focus on the food, which was fragrant and delicious and which she was eating way too fast, but her mind kept wandering. Would he let her spend the night again? She could get all her homework done tomorrow, if she was diligent, and it would be totally worth it if he’d fuck her again tonight, and hold her like he had last night as she fell asleep.
Before she knew it, Marie found herself licking the bowl clean. She’d scarfed her dinner down with undignified haste, and blushed rosily as she realized her Master had probably only taken a few civilized bites by now. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound…Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.
Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she drank, waiting until she had finished it. He, she saw, was drinking from an expensive-looking bottle of red wine. A few more minutes passed while he savored his wine, then he stood and retrieved a clean dishcloth, wet it, and came back to clean Marie’s face. She blushed anew. She certainly hadn’t been worried about keeping her face clean while she ate, she realized now. She was vaguely surprised that he did it silently, making no attempt to humiliate her further. Was that because he had more challenges in store for her later this evening?
Marie watched as her Master performed only the most rudimentary clean-up of the kitchen. Leaving the dishes for later didn’t seem like his style, and she smiled to herself, imagining that he was in a hurry to play some more with her—his toy.
She wasn’t far off, if she’d known it. The impromptu blow job in the bathroom might as well have never happened for all the difference it made to his cock, which was again hard as a rock. He deliberately kept the wine bottle in one hand while he freed Marie’s leash from the table leg and led her into the living room. He knew from experience that if he had a few more swallows he’d be able to last a lot longer, and he definitely wanted to drag this next experience out as long as possible.
Leaving Marie kneeling in front of his oversized arm chair, he set the wine down on the end table there and went upstairs to get a few supplies. He was pleased to see, on his way back down, that her eyes hadn’t strayed from the stairway; she was avidly watching for his return. The apprehension in her gaze was adorable, and as he sat in the chair in front of her he took a moment just to look her over. Then he leaned forward and unlocked the chains at her wrists.
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she tried, with excruciating slowness, to straighten her arms for the first time in hours. He let her struggle for a moment, then he reached for her hands, saying, “It’s easier if you do it all at once”—and yanked her arms straight before she could react.
Marie gasped, but as the blood flowed freely into her stiff joints, she saw that he was right. She flexed her arms for a few minutes, unable to keep back a sigh of pleasure as the pain and stiffness eased.
She wasn’t going to be relieved for long. “Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, “and give me your hands.” She obeyed, turning her back to him and holding her hands behind her. He cuffed them together, then used a leather cinch he’d brought down on her upper arms just above her elbows, pulling it tight and watching her shoulder blades point out and her back arch, hearing her gasp. He bent to unlock the short chain between her ankles then said, “Face me.”Perfect. His little pet, arching her back to relieve the strain on her arms, looked as if she were presenting her tits for his pleasure. He was also surprised and pleased to see that she’d spread her knees apart after he’d unlocked them, and he could already see the telltale sheen of moisture on her pussy. She was panting, but whether it was from arousal or the pain in her bound arms he couldn’t tell. He leaned back in the chair and took a sip of wine, then said, “What did you think about today, Princess?”
Her eyes flickered up to his–then she lowered them modestly. “I missed you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “And did you like cleaning the house for me?”
Marie only debated for a second—he’d know if she lied, she reasoned—but she couldn’t look at him.. “No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“It was—I was bored, Sir,” she stammered. He could tell she wanted to add something, so he waited. “But—but I’ll be happy to do it again, Sir, if you let me.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
“Because I like…obeying your orders, Sir.” Her voice nearly died at the end of her reply, but he was satisfied. This must be the result of the epiphany she’d seemed to have in the bathroom earlier. Unquestionably, she’d been angry with him before he came home, but now she seemed to have come to a better understanding, and acceptance, of her role as his pet—all on her own. However, it couldn’t hurt to give her some additional encouragement.
“And I like giving them to you, pet,” he said, smiling at her. “You did very well today.”
He watched her face glow with happiness for a moment, then he brought out the nipple clamps. These were a different pair than the one she’d worn last night; they had a gentler bite, but came adorned with tacky pink plastic hearts that dangled on a thin, short chain about an inch and a half long. Remembering her face as she’d looked at the purple, heart-shaped paddle in the store, he guessed that wearing these would humiliate his princess more than wearing the plain ones had. Indeed, she looked chagrined at the sight of them, but bravely maintained her posture, her chest still thrust towards him invitingly. He took advantage of that for a few minutes, fondling and teasing, and she didn’t flinch from him even when he twisted and pulled her nipples, although she winced and whimpered a little. He even slapped her breasts a few times, noting that they were just large enough to bounce when he did it. This was going to be great.
Her face flamed as he attached the clips and she felt the dangling hearts brushing against the underside of her breasts. He thought he’d never get tired of seeing that blush. He jiggled her breasts, just to rub it in a little, then very deliberately removed his pants and boxers and leaned back in the chair. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his fully-erect cock, and she actually licked her lips, making him want to laugh. “Climb on, princess,” he said, some of his amusement leaking into his voice.
She looked at him like she wasn’t sure he was serious, then stood up eagerly and way too fast. She teetered for a moment, throwing one foot behind her to catch her balance, then more carefully moved toward his chair. He helped her, reaching for her waist and settling her over his lap, her knees balanced on the chair’s seat on either side of him. There was plenty of room for her legs on the wide seat, and she looked down into his face as she hovered there, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance. Her pussy, visibly wet, was mere inches from his upthrust cock, and they were both breathing heavily already. “Two rules, Princess,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “First, you can come as much as you want—but you have to tell me, every time. Second, I want to see these—” he flicked the dangling hearts on her nipple clamps “—in motion. If they stop moving, we’re done. And, Princess, break either rule, and I will punish you.”
He watched her shudder with desire at his words. “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn’t linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could rely only on her leg muscles both for balance and to move over him. Her tummy muscles clenched with her efforts to keep upright and not tip forward or backward.
She’d only humped him twice when she suddenly threw her head back, moaning, “Oh, oh God, Sir, I’m going to come!” Her cry ended on a gasp and he felt her clench on him, felt the rush of moisture where their bodies were joined, and it was all he had not to come himself. “Keep fucking me—keep going, Princess,” he rasped, restraining himself from grabbing her hips and setting his own rhythm. She started humping him furiously as she rode out her orgasm, her head back and her mouth open, and he watched a fiery blush spread over her face and down her chest. She didn’t seem to be breathing, but just as he was going to intervene, she sucked in a huge breath of air and slowed down slightly.
The slower speed was almost better. He could have sworn she was clenching on him each time she rose up, her pussy squeezing every inch of him as if it were afraid to let go. He had no idea if she was doing it on purpose or not, but that, combined with the sight of the clamps bouncing on her chest, had him close to coming again within a few seconds. He couldn’t resist reaching up to pull on the clamps, and that set her off again, and as she started to come she cried, “Sir, oh, I can’t help it, I’m com—” Again, she lost the end of her sentence as her whole body tensed in rapture. It lasted even longer this time, and when it finally stopped he was gripping the arms of the chair in a desperate attempt to hold back his own orgasm.
She didn’t slow this time, but continued to fuck him rhythmically, at an almost frantic pace. She was putting all she had into it, slamming her pelvis down onto him with each thrust. Her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her face was beet red. Her thighs must have been burning by now, but she obviously had more in her. He wondered what some dirty talk would do to her, so he tried it, growling, “Oh, yeah, fuck me, you horny little cunt! You can’t help yourself, can you? Such a dirty slut!”
It worked—she howled as she started to come again, just barely managing to gasp out, “Com—coming!” before her pussy contracted like a vise. He felt her squirting again and suddenly couldn’t help himself any longer. He grabbed her hips and started slamming her down onto his cock himself, grunting as he neared his climax. She had recovered somewhat and tried to urge him on, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m your dirty slut!”—and then she felt his hot load filling her, and lost herself again. He might not have seen it, so lost was he in the throes of orgasm, but that she lost her balance, tipping backwards as she closed her eyes against the surprising onslaught of pleasure. He had to quickly shift his grip to keep her upright, and even as he experienced his final shudders of pleasure, he was thinking of how much he’d enjoy teaching his slave a lesson about breaking the rules.

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Fiction

Camping Trip [1]

Maybe the first of a series? For all you people who just want to get-off, skip to the starred line, you sex-fiend.

True Story

Ripe For Picking – Part 1

The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

Fantasy

Hot neighbor affair 5

In the morning, when I woke up, I felt a sudden urge to pee. I got out of my bed and head out of my bedroom to my bathroom. As soon as I came to the toilet seat I found out my cock still had Monica’s lipstick all over it. My balls were too smeared with a couple of lines of that luscious red lipstick. I did what I came for, washed my face with a few hands of cold water and I tried to take a deep breath to replay what really happened last night. I was really happy because I did a thing that every teenage boy these days wants to do. I fucked a milf. Well, not really fucked in a physical term, it was more of an in-the-mind fuck. I knew I have to go shower myself, but then I felt really hungry so I decided I’m going to make myself a sandwich and some coffee first. That was the plan for a start of a brand new day.
As soon as I came to my kitchen, there was a note on my kitchen table. It wasn’t the note that really took my first sight I made when I entered the kitchen. It was the thing holding them. The note was in a bright orange stiletto. Right there on my table. I was very intrigued with this kind of an announcement. First thing I did I took a glance at my clock on the wall and it was already half past ten. I really slept like a baby. Then I heard a little music coming from outside. As I rushed to my window to see what is happening I stopped at my table just to take my message holder. As soon as I leaned over the window I realized my neighbor was already awake. She even took one speaker from her stereo and mounted it on her window. She was even playing some funky house and I was very pleased how my day started. I took the note from her shoe and there it wrote: “Hi! Thank you for last night… I would really like to make tonight’s show even better. If you agree, please come and lie on your chair like you did yesterday. And yeah, please take my heel with you…” Then she made a kiss on the bottom. A kiss full of sparkly gloss.
As I read the whole note again and again as if I have to learn it for my school recital, I came to my living room and the first thing I did I sat on my couch. Then I realized she left her tights on my couch. As I touched them my first thought was “Wouldn’t it be fine to try them on..? ”. I really had a big urge to do that. I’m no cross dresser but this is what I felt. I got up from my couch and started fondling with those tights. I pulled them right over my legs and as I pulled the upper part over my ass my dick started pumping.
– “Your ass looks much better in them than mine! ” She said from my window.
She scared the hell out of me so I really didn’t feel ashamed of my outfit. I didn’t know what to do, it was already too late to run.
– “I might do, but your legs really look much better wearing them don’t they..? ”
– “Well, if we gave you some heels…”
– “No, no, I don’t do that! ” I started defending. “This was just out of curiosity…”
– “I don’t mind baby, I don’t mind at all! Are you coming out..?”
– “Yeah! I have to take a shower first, I feel really dirty…”
– “Ok, but don’t come out to get a tan in those tights, wear something tight… or nothing…” she said as she turned around and went away. I went to have my so much waited shower and as I came to my bathroom I was still wearing her tights. They felt really good, as almost I’m wearing her on me. I turned around to see my ass in the mirror and she was right. My ass did look good in them. I laughed to my reflection in the mirror and took them off.
My shower felt so good. I could be under that stream of water for ever but I had something much better in my sight. As I got out of my shower I looked myself again in the mirror and I saw I don’t have to shave yet. I quickly went to my room to find something tight, the second option; not wearing anything was off course out of the question. As I went through my drawer I found a pair of black tight boxers. I haven’t wore them for a while because they were really too small. I decided to wear them. As I pulled them on with some more power than usual, I found out they were so tight that they stretched so much they became almost completely see-through.
– “Let’s see what does my slutty neighbor think about this?” I said as I went to my backyard.
There was already a glass of juice beside my chair. And I realized she pulled it a little closer to her part of the backyard. Probably to have even better view of the show that’s about to happen. I lied down and started putting my lotion on me. As soon as I was finished with rubbing the lotion, I lowered my sunglasses and started checking my sexy neighbor’s backyard.
I was out for some time and I started to question myself did I come too early or something. She wasn’t coming out so I tried to remember what she wrote on the note but as always I forgot about everything that was written. I turned my head to my side and I tried to get some rest than. After around fifteen minutes, I heard the music stopped. There was a moment of silence then I heard something that really lightened me. It was “Deja-vu” from Beyoncé and Jay-Z. I was always for a little bit of Deja-vu. She didn’t want all of our neighbors come to see the show so she turned the volume down but we could still hear it pretty clear. I was obviously some r’n’b – soul – hip-hop compilation of hers. Because she came out pretty soon waving her hips as she really enjoyed it. This time her basket was full. She wore some tight, low waist hot pants made out of a pair of jeans. They were cut under her ass so much you could see almost half of her ass. They looked more like some type of Brazilian bikini. I knew they were home made because she removed the whole waistline too. At front you could see the edge of her bush coming through her opened zipper and at her back her black thong fell out as she knelt to the floor. She was wearing a pair of black open toe heels that had some rivets mounted at her 5 inch + heel. She tied her tight T shirt right under her tits, and she was wearing no bra. You could see her nipples poking, trying to get out. She started pulling out all kinds of sexy lingerie in all colors of the spectrum. After she pulled out more than a dozen pairs of thongs and laced panties, she pulled as much bra’s. Then she hanged a lot of stockings with all kinds of patterns. This was a real show, and It was made all for me. Then she pulled out a black fishnet body suit. As she hanged it she went to see me.
– “Is everything ok baby..? Do you like what you see..? ”
– “I very much do, madam, please continue… ”
She blossomed as she heard my words. She turned around and made a step to the side with her left leg, so she was standing pretty wide. She than leaned all the way to her front her boobs touched her knees. The part of her pants that should cover the part through her ass to her pussy was nothing but a tiny strap of jeans barely keeping the front and the back end together. She same happened with her thong strap, she moved them aside with one hand and then pressed the other on her pussy. She didn’t even remove her hand but with a slight twist of her middle finger she slid it right in. She pulled it out and in again for a few times and I could really see how wet she was. Her long middle finger was soaking wet as she pulled it out. She turned around and went straight to the side of my chair, knelt down and asked me.
– “Do you want to taste my pussy honey..?”
– “I sure do madam!”
She than once again stuffed her middle finger to her pussy all the way till her palm was pressed on her outer lips. She then pulled it out and took it straight to my mouth. I sucked on the whole finger and the taste was delicious.
– “You look so hot in those pants boy!” she said as she looked at my bulge. “I’d fuck you so hard right now… but… there’s more I want to show you and try with you before that”
– “I agree madam…”
She went back to her basket and pulled out a pair of red, cut-out tights, than a pair of white ones and a pair of tiny fishnet leggings. The sun was almost at her part of the backyard so she just turned the drier a little more for me to see it better. She hanged all of her clothes in an order so I can see every little thing. Then she turned around and said: “Enjoy baby… until later… ”. I was very pleased with what was on my sight and I didn’t want to leave but the sun started to burn my skin and I had no sun lotion on me so I went in and took a shower again to cool down my skin. And my thoughts. As I was doing this, I left all of my doors opened… not much has passed and she was at my door, looking at me and licking her lips. I turned down the water and turned to face her. She was now in my bathroom, her back against the wall and legs spread wide. She had her right hand on her pussy and her left was coming all over her tits. I put some shower gel on my hand and started rubbing all over my chest and my stomach. As soon as my hand reached my dick she lowered her ass to the floor and started fondling her pussy harder. I stroked my cock slow so my kinky neighbor could enjoy every move I make. My dick was all foamy so my hand really felt like some girl’s soaking pussy. As I was doing it I was watching Monica and I noticed she started fucking her swollen pussy with her finger. She then lowered her other hand to her clit and she instantly rolled her eyes and then closed them. She opened her mouth wide and stood like that for a second, her hands still working hard around the epicenter of my lust. She than looked at me for the last time and started shaking. A hard orgasm went through her body as she mounted her second finger to her pussy. She didn’t move for some time than looked at me lustfully.
– “You make my pussy so horny boy… you’re making me crazy!” she said and turned around. She was out of my house as a lightning. I was still stroking my dick but had no show in front of me so it really wasn’t such a joy as if she was still right there. I turned around and finished my shower. I came to my room and there was a note on my bed. She must’ve did this before she came to my bathroom. She wrote: “Tonight, at 10 o’clock, come to my room, I’ll leave all of my doors and windows open… just for you… ”. “Ok, we’re moving the show to her apartment than…” I said to myself. I wasn’t liking the change of our position because I felt pretty confident at my apartment. I didn’t know how would I feel under her roof, on her territory, under her rules… but, I wasn’t missing this there was no chance!
It was around 3 pm and I just washed my dishes and the glasses from last night. We drank almost the whole bottle while performing our little shows for each other. I didn’t even notice our glasses being filled. So I took the other bottle she brought and I left it in my fridge so I don’t come empty handed tonight. I was just about to go and get ready and go out to buy her something when I heard a commotion in the next door apartment. I rushed to my window to hear better but all I could hear was a man and a woman fighting, I couldn’t find out whose voice it was. It kept going on and on so I finally gave up and I hoped it was not my sexy neighbor. But I was wrong. As soon as I had put on my t-shirt and my pants I heard a knock on my window.
– “I’m sorry baby, but we have a problem…” she whispered.

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Happy and gay! – Part 1

This is a story about my one and only gay lover. I was never gay and I still am not. I haven’t ever been with any other man other than my lover. Though girlfriends I had a plenty. I still love women, but this guy turned me bi curious.

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The Beast Within Chapter 2

The second chapter of “The Beast Within”, a story about a young man bitten by a wolf who then transforms into a beast. He seeks out the nearest person to unleash his desires upon… His Mother. The second chapter takes place from the point of view of the mother.

Fantasy

It happened at the dormitory

It happened at the dormitory ( The Latina slut )
Let me tell you a little Story about a young man, a beautiful Mexican girl and what happened last summer.
Her name was Amarillis. Amarillis Pereira de la Olivera. She was one of the most beautiful girls, or women – she was at least 25 – the whole campus has ever seen. She had raven smooth hair, bright hazel eyes, very tender, natural tanned skin and nice, well shaped 34 C breasts. Amarillis was very proud of her perfect body and to assert her slinky body, she always wore micro-mini-skirts, often combinated with black jack- or thigh boots and very tight belly tops with a deep neckline, mostly without any bra underneath. Further she had an ability for a bottom shaking walk; so no wonder that nearly everyone she passed by gazed after her.
It was Friday afternoon when Amarillis left the lecture theatre. “Finally it’s Weekend” she thought while she toddled downstairs, carrying some folder under her arms.
Steve Millet and Ron Stuard watched her narrowly from behind going down the stairs. Steve and Ron were both some fellows of Amarillis, both were smart guys but no one of them ever got closer to her than it is normally the case among friends.
“Uh, she’s so hot, isn’t she!?” asked Steve without expecting an answer
“Yeah, fuck…yeah Steve, she is!”
“I think I should ask her if she is free this weekend…” Steve broke into a run, not knowing what he should say when he would speak to Amarillis in a few seconds.
“Yeah Steve yeah…..you’ll be sent packing…..” Ron shouted after him…..but Steve ignored it.
Steve reached Amarillis after a few seconds and walked beneath her without saying a word for a moment. But then he dared to begin.
“Hi Amarillis, it’s weekend again at last….and splendid weather, too…”
Amarills looked a little surprised at his sudden fellow.
“What?….Oh ya….”
“Ahmm, what I wanted to ask…is….ahh are….are you free this weekend??”
Amarillis got more surprised than she was anyhow and looked up to Steve. Steve started to flush a little but then he noticed something like a twinkle in her pretty brown eyes.
“Yes sure Steve…What about this evening? Would 8 be fine?”
Steve could see the bright smile on her face.
“O wow, well, 8 is perfect!”
“Cool, then I’ll meet you at 8 in my dorm…..c-ya Steve” With these words she faced away and crossed the plaza to her dormitory.
Steve stood a while on the spot and couldn’t believe that he would date the hottest chick of the campus tonight.
Amarillis unlocked the door of her dorm and occurred. Inside, she let the door shut and threw her folder in the corner. Amarillis thought about to take a rest, so she set the clock, got undressed and jumped totally nude onto her bed.
After two hours of sleeping, Amarillis woke up in her bed. She felt the lighter draft which caressed her body softly and she became aware that her nipples got rock hard by touching from the draft. She enjoyed the little breeze for a while but then remembered that Steve would come over soon. “Shit, I’ve got to get dolled up a little” she thought, jumped out of her bed and rushed into the bathroom. She took some toothpaste on her brush and started to brush her teeth. As she looked up in the mirror she saw her tits bouncing because of her brushing activities and a bold smile rushed all over her face. After she coped with brushing her teeth she stepped into the tub and turned on the water. She felt the refrigerating water that crackled down on her skin. Her both hands touched lightly her whole sexy body and she laid back her head and held her face right into the water jet. She took a little bottle from the brink of the tub and squeezed some shower foam in her hands. She soaped her arms and moved them from hugging herself from her waist upwards over her stomach unless she reached her breasts, where her fingers circled around her nipples until they got hard. From circling her nipples she proceeded to squeeze her firm breasts together and finally she moved one hand, over her foam covered stomach, down again. As her right hand reached her crotch, she slowly shoved it through her legs, to her cunt and beyond until she touched her ass from below, while the other massaged and squeezed her tits alternately. When she withdrew her hand up to her lower stomach she felt the slippery wetness between her legs and let out a soft moan. Amarillis took the showerhead out of the retainer and set down on the brink of the tub. She splayed her legs and spread her puffy lips with two fingers. Next she started to caress her chesty clit with the water jet. Amarillis commenced breathing harder and louder and finally she gave a loud groan. A slight prickle came up in her lower area which intensified slowly until it encroached upon her whole body. She was tensed and squeezed a sustained moan through her throat. Fast as lightening she turned off the water, dropped the showerhead and stuck two fingers into her tight, wet and hot cunt. She hammered her fingers in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder; when she moaned out once more, a big load of cum gushed out of her shaved pussy. Her whole body quivered and she slid down from the brink and laid on her back in the tub; with her tushy in the wet spot of her own cum.
“Oh my God, that was awesome…caramba” she thought while she pant for breath.
She stood up and got out of the tub. Then she took a bath towel from the frame, wrapped it around herself, covering from her breasts to high on her thighs, higher than any skirt she had ever worn, and left the bathroom. As she dried her hair she still could perceive her sexual craving. All her cogitations circled around Steven and what she would do with him tonight – a bold smile rushed over her lips. When Amarillis had a look at the watch she thought “Uhh just half an hour left – I better get dressed…….for now!!” Then she dropped the towel and began do dress. When she finished, she eyed herself in the full-size mirror from all sides. She wore a black micro-mini-skirt with black thigh boots and a too small, deep neck lined, belly top which squeezed her firm breasts together and for the reason that she didn’t wore any bra underneath, she could see her erected nipples through her shirt.
In the meantime Steven went down the 3rd floor of the dormitory and approached
slowly No 317; Amarillis’ dorm. He took a last deep breath, checked his clothes again, and knocked on her door. Just a second later, as if she had already one hand on the door handle, Amarillis opened him up.
“Hi Stevie,…..I’ve already waited for you” she said with a high voice as she gave him an amicable hug. Steven felt how her firm breasts were pushed against his chest.
“Oh God….what an awesome feeling” he thought as their embrace dissolved.
“Come in and have a seat,…wanna something to drink?? – Whiskey-Cola??” Amarills asked as she shut the door and walked over to the fridge.
“Yeah…that would be cool” Steve sat down on the couch while Amarillis opened up the fridge and got two tins of Whiskey-Cola out of it. After that she sat down across form him and opened her tin. She took a big sip and asked “So what would you like to do this evening?? Anything scheduled??”
“Not really….” he replied.
Then they started to talk a while; about these and that, God and the world but through the whole conversation, Steven got only eyes for her nice breasts and nipples which were pushed through her tight shirt. Amarillis noticed that for sure, but she agreed with it for a moment.
“Hey…you are staring at my tits, right?!”
Frightened he looked up in her face and felt caught red-handed. He flushed a bit and babbled something, but no word left his mouth.
“Come on….! Wanna touch them?” she said with a bold grin in her face.
“What…what do you mean?” Amarillis could hear the unease in his voice.
“What you mean ??” Amarillis replied.
“DO-YOU-WANNA-TOUCH – THEM?” she repeated herself very slowly.
“What the hell is going on here” Steven thought, didn’t knowing what to say; but then she bent over the table, took his hands and pushed them against her tits.
“Do they feel good?”
“Wow…nice…it feels nice…and so firm” Steven felt that his cock was getting hard while touching her tits, and obviously his little friend agreed with him.
Amarillis sat down again and noticed the tent, that was built up between his legs – and that teased her, too.
For a short moment it was silent in the room but then Amarillis rised to speak.
“Now…would you like me to put my shirt off?” she asked.
Steven nodded as if he were remote-controlled.
“Hmm…but it wouldn’t be for free….what about…ahh…twenty bucks?” Amarillis added.
For a moment Steven seemed to be petrified but then, still like remote-controlled, he opened up his wallet and gave her what she wanted.
Slowly Amarillis pulled her shirt over her head. Steven saw her firm, round tits, each one coroneted with a rock hard nipple.
“That are nice tits,…your so damned sexy” Steven whispered and he felt that it wouldn’t take much longer, and his cock would tear up his pants.
Amarillis enjoyed how Steven was staring at her body; she squeezed her tits together and gave him an arch smile.
“And what about dropping your skirt? How much would that be?” Minute after minute his unease turned into certitude, probably also because of his horniness.
“Hey…you dirty, dirty boy;…hm…let me see…ahh, another twenty!” she answered.
Again he placed the money on the table and thrusted it over to her while Amarillis stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it drops on the floor. Steven still enjoyed the show and noticed a kind of a wet spot on the white panties between her legs. Amarillis squeezed her tits again and moved one hand down, over her plain, trained stomach, till she reached her panties. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and stuck one finger in her wet, slippery cunt. Still standing in front of him, she let out a soft moan. Amarillis pulled her hand out of her panties, stuck her finger into Stevens mouth and gave him a taste of her pussy juice. Steven sucked a bit on her finger and moaned as he tasted the slight salty flavour of her juice.
“Wanna see some dirty things that I do when I’m alone?”
Steven nodded once more “Please…show me you dirty Latina.”
“But what about some more money, mi poco caliente amigo?” she asked with a Spanish accent in her voice.
Without losing a second he threw everything he had got left on the table.
Amarillis gave him again a bold smile and dropped her wet panties quickly; she turned around and walked over to her bed. Totally nude, but still wearing her thigh boots, she laid down on her bed, spread out her legs, moved her hand down to her cunt and rubbed it a bit, while the other was massaging her tits.
Steven couldn’t resist any longer, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down over his knees and started to stroke his rock hard cock while he stared at the masturbating hot chick in front of him. Both let out a loud moan. Steven spied how Amarillis slid two fingers into her tight hole and finger-fucked herself softly. In the same rhythm she finger-fucked herself, he stroked his cock and imagined he was fucking her. Steven heard that smacking-noise that was created by Amarillis’ fingers, sliding in and out her wet pussy. Again, both moaned out loudly. Suddenly Amarills stopped playing with herself and got out of the bed.
“Come over to me and fuck me, Steven…I wanna feel you deep inside my wet cunt!” Amarillis said with a soft voice.
Fast as a lightening Steven pulled off his shirt and went over to the waiting girl. Amarillis bent over and propped her arms against the bed. Steven rubbed her clit with his cock from behind and then he stuck into her tight and warm cunt. Amarillis moaned out louder than ever when she felt him penetrating her slippery hole. His shoves got harder and faster while he adhered with his hands to her hips. Again this prickling feeling came up in Amarillis body and she pressed her face right into her bed while she moaned out loud. When Steven shoved her faster and faster his cock popped out of her cunt. In this tick, Amarillis squirted out two big loads of cum onto the carpet and Stevens’ shoes. Although she barely couldn’t breath, she turned around and got down on her knees and started hard to suck his cock. After a few seconds also Steven couldn’t hold it any longer and jerked off in her mouth. He felt that Amarillis kept going on sucking him dry; she won’t waste only a drop of his jizz. Amarillis gulped it and wiped off some pearls of his juice, which dropped down on her tits. Even this she liked off her fingers and said “Thank you baby …I hope you come around now more often”
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Mom Took the Family to a Nude Beach

What I am about to tell you happened last year. I never expected to share it with anyone, but I read a family incest story in this site and decided also to share our incredible experience with the readers.
My name is Janet, I am 39 and I am married to Logan, 48. We have two kids, Teddy, 17 and Allie, 15. I consider myself a beautiful woman, I exercise daily and my family genes helped: I have shoulder length light brown undulated hair, shapely legs with round, firm thighs, a round ass that I still consider my main seduction weapon when I walk sensually, and C cups that I like to show in generous, yet compatible to my age, cleavages. My body is already starting to pay a tribute to my age, my breasts are starting to sag and my ass is getting bigger and less firm than it used to be, but I consider myself still in good shape.
I am not saying this to brag, but to explain what happened in the family when my son Teddy reached puberty: I started to see the way he looked at me differently, he stared at my body when he thought I was not paying attention, and sometimes I even caught him trying to hide his erection. I took it to the natural and funny side and tried to play, sometimes even teasing him by walking more provocatively, and also keeping my standard comfortable shorts and top at home in summer time, sometimes without a bra, and the most provocative ones when we were alone at home. The situation was escalating and he became even bolder: he rubbed himself on me in the kitchen pretending to be casual, he slapped my ass playfully when coming in stealthly, he came to my room out of the blue trying to catch me in my lingerie, or came to talk to me after the shower when I was wrapped in my towel. I was always prepared and never let him catch me naked, but something inside me was finding it funny and exciting.
Sometimes, when I was in the mood, I wrapped the towel high around my body, showing all my legs close to my pubic area, or as an alternative I showed a big chunk of my bosom, and stayed there like that casually, talking to him naturally. Teddy was already a mature teen, but he looked like a young boy in these situations: he flushed, became nervous, tattered and didn’t know what to say or what to do with his hands. Many times I saw his erection, and then I found an excuse and ended our little game, flattered that he would feel that for his old mom.
We kept playing innocently like that for a long time. Once, Teddy came into the bathroom when I was in the shower. He needed some shaving cream from his dad and that situation was not unusual for the four of us, as far as we have a mist glass shower box that shows a silhouette, but nothing much more than that. On top of that, my body was all covered in lather. I felt a tingle down there and decided to tease him: I opened the box door just a little bit to give him some very discreet view and asked him to bring me an extra towel, as I had to dry my hair. When I approached to get the towel he was bringing me from above the door, I pressed my boobs against the glass, and it must have been quite a show for him outside. He looked very disturbed all day long. Sometimes I thought I should better control myself and stop those games, Teddy was almost a grown man, I was his mother, and it was very inappropriate for us to keep playing that way. Even in an innocent and platonic way, I felt guilty about teasing him. On the other hand, I blamed my husband, and I will tell you why:
Logan and I have been married for almost 20 years. I was very young and fell in love with the handsome, confident man and he fell for the pretty, happy, young woman everybody loved in our small town. Logan had already left college and was working in the big city, while I had to give up my college dreams to work and help supporting my family. Soon came the kids and we had a happy marriage until five years ago or so. Logan is an accountant in a big firm, is always stressed, working too much, including in weekends, gained some weight, and our sex life cooled down a lot. Many times, when we went to bed, I undressed in front of him and he showed no interest at all, and that frustrated me as I am a very sexual woman and I believe I have a sexy body. One night, when we were preparing to bed, we started talking about Allie, who was 11 or 12 then, how she was growing up, how her body was taking shape with the curves, her breasts and nipples starting to grow, and so on. Logan was wearing only his boxer shorts, and I noticed a full erection. That night, we had torrid sex, and he was very hard all the time. Our sex live improved a bit since then, and whenever I was horny and couldn’t seduce Logan I started talking something about Allie – that she bought a new bra and that I thought her boobs would be bigger than mine, how beautiful she looked in her new lingerie, how I saw a boy staring at her at school – and it never failed.
Well, for several years it worked fine for us: Logan had a close relationship with Allie – they talk all the time, hug, cuddle, he calls her Princess and he calls him The Wizard – and Teddy and I have behaved the same way: we are close and have something special, play here and there, he calls me Gorgeous and I call him Handsome. We all had a close parent/child innocent, platonic relationship, but it helped fueling my sex life with Logan in bed. Yes, fantasies existed, but that was all.
A few months before our adventure, some things started to change: even with these little games and fantasies, our sex life really cooled down and I felt depressed and in need. Once, I saw Allie and Logan watching TV, hugged, and to be fun I sat on Teddy’s lap. Big surprise: he immediately developed a big hard-on. It was weird, I couldn’t jump, scared, so I stayed a while feeling his cock pressed against my ass, and to my surprise he held my waist and somehow adjusted his hardness between my thighs, I was probably hurting his hard penis. I felt a wave of heat, said something pretending to be funny – nothing related to that, of course – and left to my bedroom. Once I got there I went the shower and masturbated compulsively thinking about my son’s hard dick.
Vacation time was coming close, and we always decide together where to go. I started to feel more sexuality in our day to day relationship, yet innocent, and then – by chance – I read an article about naturism. It rang a bell. I did some research, and when we got together one evening after dinner I suggested going to a nude beach. Logan initially did not understand well and immediately objected, saying that we always travelled together, as a family, and he saw no reason to change that. ‘Terrible idea’ – ha said. However, when I said that it would be a perfect and enticing experience for the whole family, and obviously it would be for the four of us, I could see in his eyes he was figuring Allie naked. The kids hadn’t said anything yet, but I saw in Teddy the same expression – thinking about me naked, of course. Allie is a sweet girl, always easy going and adaptive, but she said: ‘Do I have to be naked in front of Teddy?’ ‘I don’t care, you are ugly’ Teddy provoked, and Logan jumped in to protect her: ‘You are pretty, Princess, I am sure all your friends would like to have a body like yours.’ ‘But I am ashamed of my boobies, they are growing too much!’ I wish I had boobs like yours, Allie, but I could get them only with plastic surgery’, I added. We all laughed and we had a unanimous decision: the nude beach! Logan and I had good sex again that night.
I did my research and chose a nice resort. Clothes were mandatory in the social area and optional in the pool, but the beach was nude only, I did not want to leave any chance for changing of plans or regrets. I booked a secluded 2 bedroom bungalow. While I did the planning, I was feeling horny: finally I would see my son’s body since he’s grown up and – more than that – he would see me totally naked. Other men would see me too, and it worried me a bit. Finally, the big day arrived and we flew in to sunny resort. We arrived in the afternoon and chose to relax in the pool, to adapt first. Logan got his big bathing trunks – a big turn off – but Teddy saved the occasion with his speedos. I had a smaller than usual bikini, that I thought more convenient for the occasion, showing more boobs than usual, and bottoms decently covering my ass and pubis and a 2 inch stripe on each side. Allie won the prize: she was gorgeous in a small bikini, a small triangle covering her nipples and aureole but showing a considerable part of her perfect breasts, and small bottoms with small triangles in the front and in the back, held together by a tiny string. I noticed Logan and Teddy had a literally hard time in hiding their excitement.
I mentioned that Logan is an overweight man, but I didn’t tell about my kids: Teddy is 6”, black hair, brown eyes, with a nicely shaped body, as he plays football, basketball and swims in high-school. Allie is a gorgeous girl: blonde, blue eyes, 5”5, slender with long legs but with the right curves, with a nicely shaped ass and the wonderful breasts I already mentioned. When the kids were swimming, I asked Logan if it would be weird to be naked in front of them, but he said he thought it would be a good opportunity to be closer to them. ‘Don’t you feel that Allie can look at you in a different way, and Teddy can do the same to me?’ I insisted. ‘I don’t think so – he said – why?’ ‘I don’t know. Imagine you helping Allie undress, and we all stay on the beach naked, and eventually you hug naked…’ ‘We don’t have to hug.’ ‘Well, we hug all the time, do you think we have to behave differently here?’ ‘No, I don’t think so. Why, would you like Teddy to hug you naked?’ ‘Yes, I would, why not?’ He seemed a bit uncomfortable and said: ‘Well, I hope he hugs you in the front and keeps some distance.’ When I heard that, I snapped pretending to be mad instead of aroused: ‘That’s enough, Logan. I just wanted to know if you were willing to hug Allie when you see her big tits.’ I saw a tent forming in his shorts and we changed the conversation.
After dinner, we came back to the bungalow. We had had a small problem – they only had 2 bedrooms with 1 king and 1 queen bed each, instead of 1 king and 2 doubles – so it was decided that Teddy would sleep in the sofa bed, in the living room. It was even better, I thought, there was enough sexuality in the air to let the kids sleeping in the same bedroom. Logan and I were watching TV in the living room when we heard something in the room, it seemed they were arguing. I went to check and Allie was already in her short summer nightgown and Teddy was teasing her, telling her to undress, saying she would not need clothes as we all would be nude in the morning. She was mad and said she didn’t want to be naked in front of him. When he saw me he said it was just a joke, he was just willing to see her reaction. I saw it was nothing serious, but Logan came in to see what was going on.
I told Logan that it seemed that we all were a bit uncomfortable with that new situation, and proposed to do a little rehearsal. ‘What do you mean, Mom?’ Allie asked. ‘Well, we can undress and try to get used to that, when it’s only the four of us, and nobody else.’ Teddy and Logan remained quiet, until Logan said: ‘If you all agree, it’s OK with me.’ Teddy agreed too. Allie just nodded, and I asked Logan to help her. Logan approached her and at that time I felt Teddy’s fingers touching my hand, and we held hands. Logan gently held Allie’s waist and asked ‘Is it OK, Honey?’ and she nodded again. He took the gown and removed him carefully over her head. There was my daughter, beautifully sexy, in small, semi-transparent panties and bra, and we all staring at her! Logan looked like he was going to devour her with his eyes. I shivered thinking about what was going on in his mind. He tried to compose himself and told Teddy to help me. I don’t know why, as the idea had been mine, but when Teddy turned to face me I said ‘I will do it.’ I untied the lace of my top behind my neck and there they were, my boobs barely covered by an erotic lace bra just in front of my son’s face. I unbuttoned my tight shorts, waved my hips sensually, and removed them, showing matching small, provocative panties. I was the center of the attention now, and I took a quick look at the tent of Teddy’s shorts. Allie broke the ice, saying ‘Well, only the girls do this? What about you guys?’ Logan took off his t-shirt and Teddy followed suit, showing his shaped chest.
Teddy was always joking and playing games, but he was quiet and seeming uncomfortable. He tried to disguise, but kept looking at my body and trying to hide his boner at the same time. I was so aroused I felt a damp spot in my panties, and I was very sure Teddy had noticed it. Logan took his trunks off and there he was in his big and ugly Fruit of the Loom underpants. Allie moved her hands backwards to unhook her bra, when Teddy surprised us all: ‘Let’s stop that.” He said – and darted to the living room. We tried to call him, but he said he would do that in the morning. Of course, I knew he didn’t want to show his hard cock jumping out from his slips if he removed his shorts. We all dressed again and came to the living room, where Teddy was already watching TV, sitting in the couch in a way to hide his hardness. After a while Allie went to sleep, and soon Logan and I also went to our bedroom. I put on a sexy baby doll, hoping Logan would be excited that night, but he soon was snoring when I was still in the bathroom dealing with my facial creams. I remembered that the extra pillow and linens for Teddy’s sofa bed were in my closet, so I took them and went to the living room to help him out.
Teddy was still watching TV and playing with his iPhone. I told him I would help him setting his bed, and he stood up. Before I did that, I told him how warm it was there and went to the air conditioning dial to check the temperature. I leaned a bit to do that and I could feel Teddy’s eyes piercing my ass. We were both setting the sofa bed and he was staring at me all the time. ‘Stop looking at me that way, young man!’ I said, pretending to be angry, but really enjoying it. ‘Why not? You look hot, and I will see you naked tomorrow anyway.’ ‘That’s not the problem, son, you must have maturity for that situation, we will be with your dad, Allie and with a lot of people.’ ‘You are pretty – he tried – can I see your bra again?’ ‘No – I snapped – and I am not wearing a bra anyway.’ I could see the bulge in his shorts growing, and I was aroused too. ‘Just show me your cleavage’ he insisted. I pulled down my baby doll, giving him a good sample of my upper bosom. ‘I can’t see it’ he complained. ‘I think it’s enough, look at that. You will have to control yourself at the beach tomorrow.’ I said, pointing at his erection. ‘I know, Mom, that’s why I am asking you: I want to be accustomed to that now not to make a fool of myself tomorrow.’ The young rascal had an answer for everything. ‘While I think about that, what happened to you back there in the bedroom?’ I asked, not that I didn’t know. ‘I was ashamed, Mom. I had a big erection and I didn’t want Dad or Allie to see it.’ I noticed he did not mention me seeing it. ‘What about me?’ ‘I don’t know, Mom, we are closer, I am not ashamed of you the way I am of them.’
We were speaking in a very low voice, lower than the TV, so I was sure nobody was hearing us. I became bold: ‘I will show you my breasts if you take off your shorts.’ I was excited, but I also wanted to check if there was something wrong with him. He nodded, and I told him to follow me to the porch: our bungalow was secluded, so no one would see us there, and we would be alerted if Logan or Allie woke up. There was also a light dimmer and it would be perfect. I dimmed the light close to dusk, and we stood in front of each other. There was no return: I took both straps on my shoulders and took them down, revealing my big boobs. Teddy stared, mouth open, and it seemed he did not believe in what he was seeing. ‘Now it’s your turn.’ He slowly put his shorts and slips down and his hard cock jumped out, indecently pointing at me. It was my time to stare: it seemed very, very hard. It looked like a normal size from what I could see in the dark, certainly bigger than his father’s, with a big head and beautifully very straight, like an arrow. We stayed there for a while, frozen, enchanted, staring at each other’s half-naked bodies. I broke the ice: ‘Do you like them?’ He grinned ‘Yes!’ ‘I see’ and I pointed at his hardness, and we both smiled cheerfully. ‘Let’s go to sleep now, and try to prepare yourself to be more controlled tomorrow. Give me a hug.’ When I said that, I realized I was in automatic mode, as I always tell him that when we say good night, but I was not going to back off now. So he did, and I felt my son’s body heat against by breasts. I shivered and pressed him harder, and then I felt his cock sliding up my belly, incredibly hard, hot and sensed the wetness of his pre-cum above my belly button. I kissed him good night in the cheek, we parted, put on our clothes again and I went to my bedroom. I was in flames and made some noise trying to wake Logan up, I needed at least a quickie, but he kept snoring. I thought about masturbating, I even touched lightly my swollen pussy lips, but I needed a cock. I slept thinking about one, but not my husband’s: I dreamed about my son’s dick.
When I woke up, Logan was no longer in bed. Teddy was still sleeping in the living room, and I heard voices in the other bedroom: Allie was wearing a small bikini, it was a G string half stuck into her beautiful round butt cheeks, and she was showing it to him, who was sitting in bed. ‘Good morning, guys, what are you doing?’ I said. ‘Good morning, Mom’ she said cheerfully ‘I am showing Dad some bikinis I brought. Funny, I have never worn so small ones, but it really doesn’t matter here, right?’ and she giggled. She was gorgeous, and I became jealous. She went to the bathroom to change and I asked Logan if he had seen her naked. He promptly denied, but added that it wouldn’t have mattered as we were going to a nude beach. He was aroused, though. I went out to wake Teddy up. After a light breakfast, we all went to the so awaited beach.
We were greeted at the entrance of the nude area by a middle-aged couple, of course nude, who brought us to a cabin where they do induction for newcomers. The man oriented us about the rules, do’s and don’ts, told us about the great experience with nature we were about to face, and finally said that it would be better for us to undress there in the first time, in a more controlled environment, as it would be easier to adapt. I felt a chill, but Logan said ‘Well guys, that’s time’ and he and Teddy started to undress: t-shirts, shorts, and there they were: Logan in his big white underpants – I couldn’t believe he came to a nude beach wearing underpants – and Teddy in his speedos. Allie and I removed our throws and stayed in our bikinis. We looked at each other for a couple seconds, and then Allie naturally removed her bikini bra exposing her beautiful, big boobies. I did the same and I could see that the boys were undressing too. It seemed we tried not to look at each other, afraid of the possible involuntary reaction. When I finished, I took a glimpse around and I saw Allie taking a look at her brother’s cock, who seemed to be under control until then, as Teddy was still looking down organizing his clothes. Logan looked at Allie and I saw not an erection, but he was a bit engorged. He tried to control himself and went to talk to the hostess, who was naked but did not have a very appealing look. I removed my bikini bottoms, turned, and when Teddy saw me totally naked, my big boobs and for the first time my totally waxed pussy, he couldn’t help and had a massive hard-on. I was red, ashamed, but the hosts said it was perfectly normal particularly in families who saw each other naked for the first time, that everything was going to be fine. He also told Teddy to go to the washroom to wash his face with cold water. Allie was totally naked and apparently feeling easy. I saw her gorgeous body and noticed she had trimmed her light brown pubic hair, leaving a small patch covering her pussy lips. Logan had also observed her and was trying to control himself and hide his arousal. Teddy came back after a few minutes, and his half-limp cock and a drop in the tip indicated he had jerked-off. We all walked to the beach.
Near the entrance there was a garden with a bar, tables and a lot of shades and patio umbrellas. There were couples, families, kids, people of all ages and shapes, and I started to feel more at ease. I felt some guys staring at me and Allie – probably more at Allie – but it didn’t bother me. Our host had recommended us to find a more remote hut or umbrella, to have more privacy and adapt more easily. When we were walking to the place the boys were distracted and I saw no reaction, but I noticed Allie peeking at her dad’s and brother’s cocks. Once we got there, however, it was inevitable to look at each other and when Logan finally looked at Allie he had an immediate erection. I was the only one to notice, though, as he immediately turned around and sat down. Teddy was fighting hard, I noticed him looking at me and then somewhere else or moving to do something else to avoid a hard-on. Soon, we got more accustomed to the situation and started making comments about the place, other people, making jokes, laughing, and started having a good time.
Allie decided to sun tan in a mat and, as she is very white, she asked Teddy to help her with the sunscreen in her back. He did, and when he went spread the lotion down close to her ass he had another hard-on. I knew it was not allowed, so I approached and gave him a towel to cover it. When he finished, I told him in a low voice to go to the washroom again and relieve himself, as people would start noticing it. I was close to him and saw he was getting bigger and harder. ‘It doesn’t help, Mom. What do you think I did when the guy told me to wash my face? But then I see Allie, and I see you, you are so hot, that I can’t control myself again. Maybe if you come with me and help…’ he provoked. ‘You are becoming cynical, Teddy, you know it’s not allowed.’ But I was very aroused, and I took a quick look around: Logan was not paying attention to us and Allie was lying face down. ‘I will tell you what: take a look at my boobs, take a look here – and I quickly opened my legs a bit and showed him my pussy – and when I walk away look at my ass. Then you go there and think about Mommy!’ I stood up and walked provocatively back to the shade. Teddy immediately ran to the washroom, trying to cover his erection with the towel, and stayed there for a while.
We eventually spent a wonderful day. We stayed under our umbrella, sea bathed – feeling the salted water in your private parts without any clothes is amazing – walked along the sea, talked to people. Teddy obviously looked at other women and at Allie, but I noticed I was still the one causing more trouble to him, and many times he had to try to control or at least to hide his boner. Many men stared at us, and to my surprise Logan didn’t care much, but I saw he kept a close look at Allie’s body all the time and he also had to control himself. Finally, we came back to the bungalow. When we dressed to leave the nude area, Teddy said it was funny to put clothes on after staying naked all day. Allie agreed, and Logan suggested: ‘We can stay naked at the bungalow, it will be funny and we will be more used to that tomorrow.’ We all agreed.
When we arrived, Teddy removed his speedos. Logan looked at him like he had forgotten it was his idea, but said he was going to shower, and went to our room. Allie, in her bikinis, went to hers to do the same. I was only with my small bikinis, and turned on the TV. Teddy came naked in my direction, as if looking for the remote, and casually told me to undress. I said I would, but I’d rather shower first. He said it was not fair, as the deal was to be naked at home and he was the only one. I agreed and removed my top, just in front of him, and he obviously started having another erection when my boobs jumped out close to his face. ‘Naked means no clothes, Mom, remove your bottoms.’ He was right, we had been naked all day, so I did it. I held my bikini bottoms in one finger and smiled ‘Happy now?’ He looked at my bald pussy and his semi engorged cock became instantly an erect mast. ‘Control yourself, Teddy, you can’t do that all the time. It’s wrong!’ I complained. ‘Mom, you are pretty, very sexy, I can’t avoid it.’ ‘You have to do it before someone comes in and see you pointing that to me.’ ‘Mom, I had to control myself all day long, let me relax now that we are all alone here.’ ‘No, it’s wrong because you get aroused when you look at me naked.’ ‘No Mom, I got horny when I saw a lot of hot girls, including Allie.’ ‘Teddy, my son, I know you, I’ve been observing you: you may have been aroused many times, but you only have a big erection when you look at my pussy. Is this what you want, your father seeing you hard like this because you are looking at my cunt?’ I never speak obscenities at home, and he was shocked. ‘No, Mom, I am sorry.’ ‘How can you handle that?’ I asked. ‘Hug me, Mom, and I will go to the lavatory and relieve myself again thinking about you, as you said.’ I knew it was wrong, but I looked at his hard drooling dick, heard the water running in both suites and I opened my arms, smiled, and said “Come here, Sweetie!’ My boobs were pressed against his chest and his cock right up against my belly. We stayed there for a few seconds, and when we split there was a string of pre-cum from his penis to my belly button. We laughed and I removed with my fingers. I was feeling wet, hot down there. I heard Logan turning off the shower, and I risked: ‘One more hug, and I will go showering. Your dad must be coming soon.’ We did again, but now he lowered himself a few inches and when I realized his cock slipped into my wet thighs, rubbing against my pussy. He did not penetrate me, but it was captured between my legs. He split our hug, leaned back, held my ass with both hands and kept looking at my pussy against his prick. I was shocked and stepped back, releasing him. I was out of my mind, and I held his cock, first hesitating, than tightly, marveled with his hardness and heat. Teddy, on his turn, grabbed my boobs. I caressed his shaft, feeling all its length, and suddenly it seemed I had woken up: Logan should be coming in any minute. ‘Now go masturbating, relieve yourself!’ I let him go and went to my bedroom.
I had just sat down in my bed when Logan left the bathroom, naked. I was crazy about Teddy, I needed his cock inside me, and I had made a plan: I had to throw Allie into Logan’s arms. ‘Where are the kids?’ He asked. ‘Teddy is in the living room, Allie must be finishing her shower. Take a look at her and see if she is all right with all that.’ He gladly complied and left. I went showering and thinking about my plan, my nipples hard and my pussy in flames.
When I left the room, Logan was naked in the couch, watching TV. Allie was at the small kitchen, casually
wrapped in a towel. Teddy had just left the other bathroom and sat naked in bed, pretending to play with his iPhone but actually looking at me, who was also naked. I sat close to Logan. ‘It’s so funny to be this way, isn’t it?’ I teased. I moved to get a magazine on the coffee table and gave a good pussy and boobs show to Teddy. ‘Come on, Teddy, come here and join us. Logan, bring your daughter here, help her with that towel.’ Teddy came and sat at the sofa bed hiding his cock with a cushion and Logan went with his exposed cock to join Allie. ‘Come on, Princess, let me help you getting rid of that.’ She didn’t react and he removed her towel, but she still had her tiny G-strings on. ‘That’s not the deal – he said – can I help you here?’ She nodded and he knelt down with incredible agility for his size and removed her panties. When he stood up, he was hard, and she stared at his cock, so close to her pretty body. ‘Allie, sit at the sofa with your brother. Logan, come here’ I commanded, and I patted the cushion close to me. When he did, I slid a finger along his cock and asked pretending to be naïve: ‘Why are you like this, Darling?’ He didn’t answer. ‘Teddy, put that cushion down” I said. So he did, showing his hard cock too. ‘Allie, we are the only girls here. We have to find out why these big boys are behaving this way. What do you think?’ She shrugged shyly. ‘Do you think your dad was like this before taking off your panties?’ ‘A kind of’ she said. ‘But do you think you got him bigger?’ ‘Sure’ she agreed. ‘Logan – I asked – is she right? You got harder when you saw her naked pussy?’ ‘We can’t help you out – he dodged – it’s a lady’s game.’
‘Let’s try a new test – I continued – Allie, we will hug them and see if they can get any harder, OK?’ They all nodded. ‘Logan, as far as you were directly influenced by Allie, you hug her and I hug Teddy.’ My coup was coming to the end. We all raised and I approached Teddy. We had already practiced it, but Logan and Allie didn’t know that. We started the first way, my boobs against his chest and his cock up against my belly. Logan and Allie did the same, with some difficulty because Logan is much bigger than her. He initially kept some distance below, like a father should, but held her close when he saw us. I whispered in Teddy’s ears: ‘Put it in between my legs again” and so he did. Logan and Allie were having a good time, but when he looked at us and saw what we were doing he was startled for a moment. Allie saw it too, and she surprised me: she hugged her dad’s neck, raised her agile body, and accommodated his cock also between her thighs. Logan smiled like if he was in heaven. Teddy kept moving, rubbing his hardness against my swollen, wet pussy lips, both hands holding my buttocks, while Logan did the same to our girl, supporting her ass with both hands.
To my surprise, Allie split their hug and for a second I thought everything was ruined. She was flushed. ‘Mom – she said – this is not fair, they show what they feel, but we burn inside, it’s impossible to resist any more!’ ‘Yes, Sweetie’ I said. She sat down at the sofa, held his father’s cock, and started caressing it in all its length. Then, she looked at me, than at Logan’s, and put the head in her mouth. Teddy and I had split to watch the torrid scene. When he saw his sister blowing his father, he turned me around and tried to fuck me from behind, right there. I laughed, telling him to be calm, but he kept holding my hips and poking his cock blindly. I moved two steps ahead, put one foot on the couch, one leg standing up, bent over, took his prick with one hand and guided him inside my soaked pussy. I was so horny and we both were so wet that he came in in one thrust. I moaned deeply when I finally felt that beautiful hard cock, my son’s dick, inside me, and Logan and Allie awoke from their trance and saw that we were fucking right there. She had a big chunk of Logan’s cock inside her mouth, and he held the back of her head with one hand and fondled one boob with the other. She stood up and he started caressing her pussy, her usually small pink lips already swollen. I watched the show with Teddy pumping inside me, an incredible sensation, and I had my first of many orgasms. She sat down, opened her legs, and said with a sweetest smile; ‘Come to me, Daddy, I saved myself for you, I want you to be my first man!’ He looked puzzled, as if not believing in what was going on. He knelt down, opened her legs, and said: ‘Let me moist and relax you first, Honey’ and started licking her, first softly, than with powerful licks from the base of her small pussy to the top of her clit.
When she was ready, he raised her hip with a cushion and aimed his drooling cockhead at the small entrance of her vagina. They quickly fit closely and he started to move slowly, very carefully, caressing her boob at the same time. In a couple minutes she grimaced, groaned, and the head was in. Logan kept moving carefully, more and more, and soon he was all inside her. She smiled when she felt it, looking at him. When I saw that I started moving back and forth, making Teddy pumping me more and more. He kept filling me with his meat, and fortunately he could remain hard and hold his ejaculation after having jerked off four or five times during that night and day. Allie was moaning loud, yelling, probably a mix of pain and pleasure. I got even hotter, shook my body even more, and I came again.
Logan tried to find a more comfortable position for Allie, so he sat leaning back and told her to sit slowly on his dick. So she did, facing him, and soon he was going inside her again, but she was able to control the penetration, moving slowly up and down. His cock was pink with their juices and a small stream of blood. I did the same, told Teddy to sit down and sat on his lap, plunged his hard cock deep into my womb. I sat with my back to him, so he could hold my boobs and I could keep watching the other show. I kept moving up and down like crazy, my boobs jumping, shaking on my son’s cock like a slut. Teddy held my waist and pulled me down strongly, my ass smashing his pelvis. Logan started moaning, held Allie down, his cock deep inside her and he came. She was screaming all the time, so I did not know if she came too. I decided to end the game, and started yelling to Teddy: ‘Fuck my big pussy, Baby, go deep into Mom’s pussy, give me that big hard cock of yours all into my cunt, fuck me, my son’ and I started shaking, coming again even more violently, and at that time he flooded me with his warm spunk. Logan and Allie had stopped, she leaned and rested on his body, smiling, her forehead on his, and I could see sperm flowing outside her pussy mixed with her honey and blood.
We all stayed there, cuddling, quiet, until Allie stood up, got her father’s hand, and said: ‘I have to wash myself, come with me and then we stay in my bed’ and they left, hand in hand, fluids still flowing down her leg. Teddy was still inside me and he was still hugging my boobs, and I felt him starting to harden again. The wonders of youth, I guessed, and I was flattered that I aroused him that much. I could also use some more comfort and intimacy, so I took him to my bedroom. Once we got there I hugged him again, closely, tightly, feeling every inch of his fit body against my curves, my boobs crushed. We kissed for the first time, our tongues probed each other deeply, he grabbed my ass and pressed my pelvis against his cock while I felt his hard buttocks. Finally I threw him in my bed and started licking him like a bitch and her puppy. From his neck and chest I went down to the belly and then took his cock into my mouth, initially licking the tip, the full head delicately, and then swallowing it all. I relaxed my throat as much as I could and felt with pleasure the massive cockhead and a good part of the mast in my mouth. It was hot and pulsing, smelling a mix of our odors, tasting pussy and sperm. My pussy was tingling, and I accommodated my body on top of him to start a 69. He opened my pussy lips and deepened his tongue into my already stretched vagina, licking the whole length and probing deep inside. He licked the engorged clit with his lips, and it gave me a great pleasure. He was good! He opened my buttocks and tasted the outside of my asshole too, and I shivered with pleasure, while I kept blowing him, holding his big balls and I started playing with a finger inside his cheeks.
We stayed there with great excitement for minutes, and I needed a hard cock again. I lay back in bed, opened my legs and pulled him on top of me. We hadn’t tried that position before. He positioned himself, I raised my legs over his shoulders, and he leaned and penetrated me easily again. In a second he was pumping furiously, his balls hitting my pelvis with his movements, his eyes wide open looking at my happy face and my bouncing boobs. We did that for a long time, until I felt I was too stretched and wet for him to come that way. It would be his sixth orgasm or so in one day, anyway. I smiled, pulled him out, and said I had something better for him. ‘Have you ever had anal sex, Sweetie?’ I asked. He opened a big smile and said no. ‘No problem, I will teach you.’ I turned, knelt on all fours, lowered my boobs to bed, and asked to lick my asshole. So he did, and I told him to probe his tongue in and drip a lot of saliva. Once I felt my asshole wet, I told him to lick and then to insert carefully first one, then two fingers, while playing with my pussy with his other hand. When I was ready, I told him to stand up at the edge of the bed, open my buttocks and aim his cockhead at my asshole. ‘Don’t move – I said – I will fuck you to begin with, and I will tell you when I’m ready.’ I started moving back and forth slowly, relaxing my asshole, feeling his cock stretch me. I like anal, and soon his cockhead was in and everything was easier. I increased my speed and my movements while he kept standing still, and I said ‘Now, Baby, start fucking Mommy’s ass!’ And so he did: he held my hips and pumped, first more carefully, and when he was confident he was not hurting me and that I was moaning with pleasure and telling him to fuck me deeper and deeper, he started fucking me like crazy. ‘It’s so tight and hot, Mom, so good!’ he said. ‘Yes, I like to feel you in there too, Sweetie, you are so big.’ His pelvis and balls hit violently, noisily, against my ass and I felt wonderfully replenished by my own son’s dick. After a couple minutes he increased even more his thrusts, held me stronger, pushed deeper, and yelled ‘I am coming in your ass, Mommy, I am coming’ and I felt his throbbing dick dropping his sperm inside me once more. I started orgasming too, yelling ‘Yes, Sweetie, it’s so good, Baby, fuck Mommy’s asshole, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fill me your spunk, I like your big cock in my asshole…’ My orgasm took forever, and we both collapsed, he on top of me.
We stayed there for a while, catching our breath, sweating, happy, relaxed, a wonderful feeling. We were a mess, so we showered, came back to bed, and spooned to sleep, his finally limp cock resting against my ass and his hand holding my boob. During the night I woke up twice with his hard cock poking my ass. I happily left him fuck me once more in my pussy and let him come once in my mouth, and for the first time I swallowed his sweet warm sperm. He did want to fuck my ass, but I was too sore to do it again.
In the morning, I woke up and went to take a shower. Teddy was still in bed, but when I left the bathroom he had already left. I came to the living room wrapped in a small towel. Teddy was in his speedos watching TV, and opened a big smiled when he saw me. I leaned over to kiss him good morning and he grabbed my ass when I did that. Logan, wearing shorts, was brewing coffee. He was happy and kissed me good morning in the mouth when I came to help him with breakfast. Then, to our surprise, Allie came in: naked, gloriously showing her pretty body, her gorgeous boobs with still hard nipples and her red, swollen pussy. She was disheveled, walked a kind of funny, and had a big smile in her lovely face. She kissed Teddy, Logan and myself in the mouth and smelled like sex when she did that. Then, she asked why we were not naked. We all smiled and undressed.
We had a great week at the nude beach, which changed our lives forever!

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Sex With My Broken Heart

Sex With My Broken Heart
My nails strum your back transmitting chills round your skin
My lips burn yours sending throughout your body absolute lust
Something cold in my clawing nails makes this feel like a sin
You can’t help but feel as if there is something absent in my flawless thrust
I barely speak a word during our blistering entanglement
Still your itch tells you to pursue deeper into my flesh
Even though this heat I exhibit seems cold and vacant
You care not the emotion I cloak, as long as you get your rush
So I hide into myself and allow you to persist
You feel me as if I am ice and not a torrid fountain of yearning
You are damned in your high and venture on with out resist
Slowly a thought impregnates your brain and you begin learning
Not in love with you will I fall
I am exploiting your molestations as a band-aid
I am wounded and you are the first to kiss better it all
I do not want proclamations of adoration to be said
Have sex with my broken heart and forget that I am in pain
Just for tonight fuck me like it will save my soul
Perhaps by morning this ache will finally be slain
And when we part ways, stories of this night will never be told

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GUY WHOSE WIFE SLEPT WITH TIGER WOODS

A couple was on their honeymoon, lying in bed, about ready to consummate their marriage, when the new bride says to the husband, “I have a confession to make, I’m not a virgin.”
The husband replies, “That’s no big thing in this day and age.”
The wife continues, “Yeah, I’ve been with one guy.”
“Oh yeah? Who was the guy?”
“Tiger Woods.”
“Tiger Woods the golfer?”
“Yeah.”
“Well he’s rich, famous and handsome. I can see why you went to bed with him.” The husband and wife then make passionate love. When they get done, the husband gets up and walks to the telephone. “What are you doing?” asks the wife.
The husband says, “I’m hungry, I was going to call room service and get some food.”
“Tiger wouldn’t do that!” she claims.
“Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?”
“He’d come back to bed and do it a second time.” The husband puts down the phone and goes back to bed to make love with his wife a second time. When they finish, he gets up and goes over to the phone.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
The husband says, “I’m still hungry so I was going to call room service to get some food.”
“Tiger wouldn’t do that,” again she claims.
“Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?”
“He’d come back to bed and do it a third time.” The guy slams down the phone and goes back to bed and makes love to his wife a third time. When they finish he’s tired and beat. He drags himself over to the phone and starts to dial. The wife asks, “Are you calling room service?”
“No! I’m calling Tiger Woods to find out what’s par for this damn hole!”

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