Swingers who play regularly with others will invariably run into all kinds of craziness- it’s the nature of the beast that when people get naked, you just cannot predict for sure how it’s going to end, and whose body is going to end up on the floor! However, some situations outshine the rest in terms of pure batshit craziness, and I have one for the ages to tell you about.
Author: Fiftyandclueless
Sex Doll Threesome [Twisted]
Those two ladies were asking for it, lying together in a pile in the back of my friend Chet’s closet, looking up at me with those huge glittering blue eyes, their perfect features locked in a permanent lusty grimace, their large mouths open and inviting, each surrounded by a perfect set of soft, lush red lips.
I looked around over my shoulder to make sure the three of us were alone, even though I already knew we were. I had been house sitting for my buddy Chet for two days while he was away at a family gathering. In that time I had searched and rummaged through all of his shit, had gone through all of his hidden porn magazines and movies, and masturbated endlessly until those things had lost their allure. I had searched, found a stash of weed, found some compromising pictures of someone maybe his cousin or something, found his diary and had read it, and then after I had found a small notebook with some passwords, I hopped on his computer, figured out his log in credentials, and nosed through all of his shit, including some sex pictures with his ex wife, and a few videos of him getting head from a friend of his Kim, who I recognized. I saved all the pictures and video to my own flash drive, and closed up his computer.
Double Teaming Tesla and Twain – a Jessica the Time Travelling Slut™ Story
By J.K. Jones
Nikolai Tesla’s Laboratory, 33 South Fifth Ave., West Broadway.
March 4, 1894 4:15 p.m.
With a deep bassy throb, the portal opened for exactly 3.14 seconds, and a beautiful woman stepped through it, and into the room.
Jessica straightened up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; she then reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders.
The two men in the room watched with shock and surprise on their faces. One of them was tall, dark haired and mustachioed, with a Eastern European cast to his narrow features. He was in a white laboratory coat, with the sleeves rolled up. The other man was shorter, wider, dressed in a fine suit with a white shirt and bow tie. He had a wider face, pointed nose and big, American eyebrows and mustaches. His hair was salt and pepper, and his hands were wrapped around a beer mug.
Grumpy Pete’s MILF tenant (What happens when you don’t have your rent when you should.) [old/young][LL/tenant][blowjob]
By J.K. Jones
Grumpy Pete looked up as he was walking home from the HandiMart. He gripped the 40 ounce beer bottle in the brown bag a little tighter as he noticed two hinky looking men strolling down the street toward him. His wrinkled, weathered face scrunched suspiciously as he squinted to see if he recognized the two who approached.
No such luck. “Old man…,” one said, nodding politely in greeting, and then the two were past him, ignoring his withering stare. Harrumphing, Grumpy Pete moved slowly across a cross street. His house on Laptide Drive was a five block stroll from HandiMart, where he liked to buy his cheap beer, smokes, Lotto tickets and occasionally a chili dog with onions. He was a spry old bugger, barely 71 years old, and liked to make that walk at least once a day. When he was feeling particularly thirsty for more beer, he made it more than once daily. Pete turned off the sidewalk and moved up his driveway, looking at his house and wondering how long it had been since he had painted it.
Crackhead Blowjob
By Rodney Robertsen
Harry picked up a cute blonde crackhead named Amy, walking down a suburban street, her skinny legs sticking out of cut off shorts, her thumb held out casually to hitchhike.
He knew she was a whore, and didn’t take long to get to the point. “How much for a cum in the mouth blowjob?” he asked, after she got into my car. “Forty bucks?” she said. He handed her two crumpled twenties.
She pointed. “Pull over and turn into the park there. Harry quickly drove the car into the local dog walk, which at this hour was nothing but a deserted parking lot. “Seriously, you are going to do this for me here?” he asked.
Amy nodded, her tongue darting out. “Yes, I’m going to suck your cock too. I live for dick in my mouth.”
Harry looked down at the big console between them. Fucking Japanese engineers! “Back seat?” he asked. Amy laughed and nodded, and both quickly got out and then back in the car, in the back seat.
Upstairs – A MILF Fantasy – Part II – “Serious Fucking” (Transformed in one night into an anal and piss slut)
By J.K. Jones
Emily’s hand in mine was smooth, slim and warm, and pulsing with life as she almost dragged me up the stairs to the second floor of her house. Her sexy ass was bouncing right in front of me, her legs long, smooth, naked. I could smell the heady aroma of a turned on woman, with a tinge of alcohol. Her hair was long, thick, and showed signs of recent brushing, less wild than ten minutes ago when she had come rolling in drunk and disheveled from a night of drinking with girlfriends and fending off creeps.
Emily turned her face as we arrived at her bedroom door, and her beautiful large brown hazel eyes flashed with lust and urgency. Pragmatically, I noticed that during the five minutes she had been upstairs, she had touched up her make up. So the act of letting her robe slide to the door to show me her fine, naked, aerobics-built ass and legs, and asking me if I wanted to go upstairs with her, as spontaneous as it had seemed, was probably something of a planned seduction. However, it had worked with acute efficiency.
Upstairs – a MILF fantasy
By J.K. Jones
Threesome with a vampire and sexy werewolf (First half) – Part 4 of 4 for Halloween. True life adventure, of course. ;P
By J.K. Jones
As Elsa and I drove through the night back to the outskirts of Budapest, she sat in the passenger seat, her cool fingers idly sliding back and forth on my forearm. I focused on the narrow country lane we were following, still tired and slightly mind-blown from spending the afternoon engaging in all manner of kinky sex with two undead ladies, the pale, beautiful vampire Elsa, and her friend for centuries, the shy, leathery, but really lovely undead Egyptian mummy Jurrat. I came three, maybe four times, slid my cock endlessly in the cunts and asses, and then the mouths of both ladies, fucking them with all the gusto I felt, as they creamed and creamed through dozens of orgasms. They acted very appreciative of my hard cock, attacking me with relish (which made sense since neither had threesome like this in at least a hundred years, they told me later). However, they were also very much into each other, lapping at each other’s sopping cunts, sliding small fists into each other’s butt holes, and spanking and slapping each other’s tits as I fucked one or the other.
Threesome with an Eastern European vampire and a cursed mummy- Part 3 of 4, just for Halloween :)
By J.K. Jones
I arrived in Istanbul the evening after leaving the slim, elegant, lusty vampire Elsa in Budapest, spending the day napping on the train as it moved south along the Black Sea toward its final destination. Stepping into this ancient city was somewhat anticlimactic, as I was met by business associates at the station, whisked into a chauffeured limousine, and taken to a modern hotel where a conference was to begin the next day. I did not meet any locals, and spent a few hours at the hotel bar drinking with some crass American expatriates, but my heart was not in it, and I excused myself early, and got into bed before midnight. My mind was still reeling from the impact of discovering two nights ago that a ghost world of lost souls existed, and that long-deceased souls still moved about yearning for lost love and harboring fears of God, and then the next night, in Budapest, making the acquaintance of a cool skinned, beautiful dark-tressed lady who, in the middle of amazing sex, had revealed herself to be strigoi, or as humans called her, a vampire.
I had been shocked, and had blurted “Are you going to kill me? Drink my blood?”
Sex with a Vampire (Part 2 of a 4 part Halloween series). [vampire] (I’ll post Parts 3 and 4 tomorrow)
I rolled out of the quaint Kecskemet train station in central Hungary on a 7:30 a.m. train, headed south. I stifled a yawn as I sat back, and watched the cityscape slowly changing to pastoral fields as the train began its day-long trek. The yawn indicated lack of sleep, and not attention, a result of me staying up much of the night having sex with a gorgeous blonde ghost named Barbara. I was still trying to process my memories of that encounter, which apparently started in a dream, and ended in a cool pile of ectoplasm on my bed, and a slight mess on the sheets. I had ducked and run in the morning, skipping breakfast, and getting a cab down to the station, to hop on the train, and leave this spooky scenario in my rear view mirror.