Party Planning -Taking a chance pays off with a show. [F] [strip]

Sometimes all it takes is saying something.

My friend was coming to me for advice on what to do to help her fiance have a really great bachelor party. It was a difficult thing for me to give solid advice on as my own bachelor party was a total bust. We were talking about different things back and forth, deciding on what would be cool. There were times when it was difficult to concentrate around her. She was about five foot six. She spent tons of time hiking and taking kayaking trips. All the activities gave her a toned body that was in great shape. Her legs were long and lean but not skinny. Those legs lead right up to a great ass. Her breasts weren’t huge, but that gave her the opportunity to go without bras on many occasions. I was thinking of her without her bra when the winning idea hit me.

“I’ve got it.”

“What? Because I’m starting to get frustrated.” She didn’t have tons of patience for planning.

“You can’t have him go to the strip club right now, but YOU be the stripper for him.”

My Busty Aunt Rebecca- Went to my aunt’s house to fix her laptop..

“Sorry to bother you,” Emma repeated again.

“It’s okay,” I smiled at her, “If anything happens again, call me.”

With a wave of my hand, I turned around and walked down the street.

It was a warm April day; a light breeze gently touched my face and body. I passed Jefferson Street, past the magnolia bushes. A sweetish smell hit my nostrils. Jackie lived here; she was my mother’s work colleague. Once I was fixing her laptop too. Jackie is about 40 but have a very youthful appearance.

An image flashed in my memory: Jackie in a white top and short shorts. Weather was especially hot that day and she didn’t wear a bra, so I could see the nipples showing through her top.

I felt my dick was hardening on. God! I wish I could slap those nipples with my schlong!

There was no one at home, probably my mother and stepfather left somewhere on their own business. I made myself an orange juice and went into the living room. I turned on the air conditioner. A large, almost the entire wall, French window of the living room overlooked the south side and during the day the air warmed up rather quickly, especially in such sunny weather. It was very bright here. The living room space was literally flooded with sunlight.

The Executive Assistant, Latin_Luver

Elizabeth was the new executive assistant to Mr. Copeland, an up and coming business director for the company. She was a little intimidated by him, because when he talked to her, he looked her right in her eyes.

She tried hard to look back into his ocean blue eyes, but whenever she did, her hearing faded. She was afraid that her eyes would betray her and reveal her attraction to him. He had those broad shoulders under that suit jacket and when ever he bent his arm, hints of his bicep would show.

While I sat at my desk, he had a habit of standing in front of me and talking. I had a notepad and would periodically gaze over at his bulge. Was it boxer briefs, boxers, no underwear. Sometimes she could see the head of his cock, perfectly outlined in his pants, and would have to turn away, forgetting how much time she spent staring.

Mr. Copeland liked to compliment her on things, “good job on the power point, your perfume smells nice, thanks for staying late.” I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I made sure what he needed was done.

The Taylor Family 4 – The End [Incest, though you’ll notice it’s no longer *just* lesbian incest]

**First half of part one is** [**here.**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/) **The second half of part one is** [**here.**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul5jr/the_taylor_family_1_the_end_my_version_of_a/) **Part two is** [**here.**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jumuk4/the_taylor_family_2_a_lesbian_incest_romance_yet/) **Part three is** [**here.**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jv6gvt/the_taylor_family_3_lesbian_incest_and_let_the/) **And the first half of part four is** [**here.**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jv6pcn/the_taylor_family_4_the_beginning_incest_though/) **Yes, this was another long one that had to be split in two.**

It was the sort of scene that normally only happens in pornography, certainly not the kind of thing anyone would expect to find occurring in a quiet suburban neighborhood in real life, but the fact remained that it actually was happening in this one.

And it was a scene that no reasonably objective observer could have possibly described as anything less than delicious, beautiful, and erotic.

Lying sprawled on her back across her own bed, Ann found herself in a position she had never imagined that she would ever be in, but one from which she never wanted to stir.

The Taylor Family 4 – The Beginning [Incest, though you’ll notice it’s no longer *just* lesbian incest]

**To see the previous parts – go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/) **for the first half of part one, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul5jr/the_taylor_family_1_the_end_my_version_of_a/) **for the second half of part one, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jumuk4/the_taylor_family_2_a_lesbian_incest_romance_yet/) **for part two, and go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jv6gvt/the_taylor_family_3_lesbian_incest_and_let_the/) **for part three. This part is another extra long one and so I had to break it in half again.**

Sunday morning came and once more the girls slept late behind a closed door.

Standing at the door to the garage meanwhile, Ann watched with a wan smile as her husband backed his big sedan out. He had his clubs in the trunk of the car and was on his way out to the course to meet some friends for a few rounds of golf, not expecting to return until some time late in the afternoon.

Quite frankly, Ann was just happy to see him go, knowing that something really special was due to happen once she and her children were alone.

As soon as she saw the garage door start to lower, she immediately put her husband right out of her mind and raced away as fast as her legs could carry her.

The Taylor Family 3 [Lesbian Incest – And let the fucking finally begin!]

**To see the previous parts, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul3w5/the_taylor_family_1_the_beginning_my_version_of_a/) **for the first half of part one, go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jul5jr/the_taylor_family_1_the_end_my_version_of_a/) **for the second half of part one, and go** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jumuk4/the_taylor_family_2_a_lesbian_incest_romance_yet/) **for part two.**

“Hey, Ruthie? Did it seem to you like Mom was acting a little odd?”

Kristen was not watching where she was going, looking back over her shoulder even as she was dragged along by the hand by her little sister. Somehow, she managed to avoid walking into anything as she was guided at something just short of a dead sprint up the stairs and into the bedroom the two teens shared.

“Never mind that now,” the other girl answered, propelling her sister towards one of the beds while she paused just a moment to throw the door shut behind them.

“But . . .”

Ruth reclaimed her sister swiftly, an arm going around her waist to guide her over to one of the two beds, sitting down together on the edge. As far as she was concerned, there was something very, very important that the two of them needed to be attending to right now and it wasn’t a discussion about their mother’s antics.

Tied and Unstreesed (BDSM) male’s pov

You call me after work and tell me your so fucking stressed cause today just hasn’t gone right at all. Every client you spoke to today has been an asshole and karen the bitch in accounting keeps bitching about some report. I tell you to not worry cause ill make sure you are able to destress when you get home. You see the GPS telling you it will take 25 mins to get home and you can’t wait till you walk through the door to whatever surprise I have for you. In your mind your thinking it could be some ice cold margaritas or maybe a nice warm bath. Perhaps I have some blankets on the couch to cuddle with. By the time your car starts rolling up the drive way your mind is on singing along to the jams on the radio. You walk up to the front door of the house and find out the door is unlocked and you remember what I said. As you walk in you smell the food cooking in the background and automatically let out a sigh of relief. Just then as you finish your deep breathe you hear me walk into the living room. I got on my lazy boy pants and an open shirt showing off my abs to you. I tell you I’ve taken care of everything for the night and all you needed to do was sit back and relax. I tell you I just finished mixing everything into the slow cooker and dinner will be ready in 45 mins. As I make my way across the living room you notice a black rope hanging out of my pocket and right as you notice it you knew exactly how we were gonna spend the next 45 mins. You look back up to my eyes and give a small smile. As I reach out for your hand you give in and reach out for mine. Next thing you feel is both my hands wrapped around you grabbing your ass. I start to lead you to the bedroom and tell you to remove your blouse and bra and to only remain in your tights and underwear. Right as you slip off your bra I reach for your hands and begin to tie them behind your back. Leaving your breast exposed and your body visible. I tell you that I will do my best to ease your stress and give you a nice sensual massage. As I grab some oil from the bed side table and pour it into my hands. I next begin to rub it into your chest and begin cupping and massaging your breast. With each squeeze you let you a gentle whimper and moan. I begin to pitch and squeeze your nipples releasing wave after wave of sensation going all over your body. I begin to hear you moan a little louder. You begin to tell me how your starting to get wet and that you wanted me to… but before I let you finish the sentence I stop and look at you to tell you that I will do what I want to destress you.

[MF] [rom] [hus-cheat] IN PRAISE OF OLDER MEN – A 22-year-old woman has an affair with a 50-year-old married man. An older man sex story.

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For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e-mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if neither of us was what the other expected.

I knew the basics about him he was 50 unhappily married, fun to talk to, clever with words, wore glasses, and was shorter than me. He knew I was 22, single, taller than him, also wore glasses, and just looking for some fun, and that was as far as it went. Oh well, I thought it’s a bit late now, the plane had just landed and in 10 minutes we would each find out for sure.

Melbourne was its usual summery self, raining and cold, thankfully the plane pulled up at one of those moveable tunnel things and I didn’t have to walk across the tarmac in my summer dress, feeling very nervous I walked out of the tunnel, I saw him before he saw me, so I had a chance to watch him for a bit, ok, so he was short and balding, but he had a nice face, and his eyes lit up when he spotted me.

[MF] [mast] [voy] [medieval] THE CONTEST – In a time, long ago, forced to marry, a young woman devises a test for her suitors. A medieval sex story.

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“Daughter, you know I love you very much and I respect your intelligence, but you must marry and marry soon. Your sisters insist.”

The young woman nodded and made a sour face. “I have found no man I can respect, father. I have tried, honestly.”

“I know,” he said. “But I am going to stage a tourney for your hand.”

She shook her head. “Please, for the right to court me but not, I hope, to marry without my consent.”

“Very well, to court you. But I want you married by next month, three weeks. Understand?”

“What sort of tourney?”

“Athletic mostly, some chess perhaps, wrestling, quarter-staff, archery. That sort of thing.”

“I would like to add an event. One I would conduct personally.”

Her father wrinkled his forehead and waited.

“Ejaculation, sir.” She smiled. “Ejaculation for both distance and quantity.”

“You jest!”

“No sir. I insist. The man I choose must be capable of pleasing me and of fathering your heirs. Oh, and size of his, what shall I call it… member, eh?”

Just roommates, right? Part 2 [MF]

The next day I wake up and my cock is still throbbing. Last night seemed like a blur, but I still need more. Not wanting to change the dynamic with my roommates, I decide to text my girlfriend to see if she wants to hang out. I need to use someone and release all this energy bubbling up inside of me.

I flick my finger slowly up and down the head of my cock, teasing myself, as I think about last night. She had the tightest little pussy I’ve ever had, and the feeling of her juices go all over me is still reverberating around my consciousness. I start stroking my cock, thinking that she’s probably in her room. I really need to see her. To feel her against me again and ease the tension inside of me.

I know I shouldn’t but I cant help it. I need to feel her pussy slowly stretch out and convulse around my thick cock. I need to pin her down and fuck her until she can’t take it anymore. Until her body’s shaking and she can’t handle another orgasm. To see her tits bouncing, as I hold her in place with my hand over her mouth, using her holes as I please.