My Wild, Sexual Sisters and I, Veronica Love (Group Sex)

My dear reader, this is the memoir of my sacred pleasure. I will tell you everything, but there’s so much! Where do I begin? I guess at the beginning.

I was the middle of four daughters growing up in Jacksonville, Florida.  My hot sisters and their sexual escapades caused trouble for my poor, dear half-Italian Mother. No doubt they were incredibly beautiful budding in their adolescence, as was I.

First Mother had a hard time keeping my highly sexual older sister, Vivian, under wraps. Vivian was gorgeous, but not the prettiest of we sisters, maybe being the oldest. But she was lovely nonetheless, exuding an intense sexual aura like that of an Italian movie star with her shapely curvy body and thin waist topped by perky breasts. Her almond- shaped green eyes were like magnets that pulled any boy in toward her sultry, olive skin topped with flowing, thick brown hair. And she had the desire to please.

[MF] Blue balled because of her Father, [Almost Caught]

I’ve been reading for a few months now and never had anything to add to the mix, I finally have a story I thought was funny to share

My GF and I have been dating since junior year of HS, We both go to the local community college and we only have a semester until we get our AA degrees. This story took place after class on Friday.

My GF, El, and I have both have Intro to Theater for our MWF afternoon class. We normally will go out for lunch afterwords and go back for our last class, that day however, we both decided to go back to her house which was only about a 5 minute walk away from the college. We didn’t see any cars at her house so we thought we could be a bit more adventurous at her house. We were making out on the couch for about 10 minutes when she said she wanted to have sex, I was nervous at first because I didn’t know her parents schedule and they’ve only just met me a few months ago because she wasn’t aloud to date in High School. She convinced me that no one was going to be coming home and that if I wanted to do it we had to do it now because we had only 20 minutes till we had to start walking back.

[MF] A Cold Summers Night

It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.

“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”

Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”.

Alison The Amazon [mF]

I was 19 at the time and home from uni on summer break. It was a hot July night and my stepmother, Julie, had her friend Ms. Stevens over for drinks and a swim. Now Mrs. Stevens was one hot milf. She was a divorcee without any kids. So technically, she was a cougar instead of a milf but you get the point. She was slightly older than my stepmother. If I had to estimate I would have said 46 but looked ten years younger. She was, as my grandfather would say: a tall glass of water with legs that went all the way to the floor. She was about 6 feet tall, solidly built woman with a tremendous set of D cups, a curvy 165 pounds. A true amazon with long red hair and blue eyes. She was very tan. I was upstairs in my room watching them lounge in the pool on and off from behind the shear curtains of a window.

At about 9 o’clock my stepmother calls out my name. She is a bit impatient if you don’t answer right away. So I get up and opened the window that faced the pool in my room and stuck my head out.

Uber Driving Slut Mom Fucks Young Football Players [M/F] [Group]

Hi Y’all,

Well I guess you can only go so long without being recognized as the Uber driving slut mom. I live outside of Joint Base Lewis McChord in Washington state. Just yesterday when after dropping the kids off at school I decided to turn on my Uber app and see if I could make some money before needing to complete some errands and clean the house some. Within seconds of turning on the app there was a request just down the street. It was a young guy who turned out to be late for high school and his dad had used his account to order a ride. It’s not often I pick up such a young rider.

As soon as he got in the car he said, “Holy fuck, you’re Jen that Uber slut aren’t you? I follow your Twitter, Tumblr and Reddit posts!!”

As I’ve said before I’m sometimes hesitant to admit it but he seemed to be so certain that if I denied it, he never would have believed me. So I admitted I was and smiled back at him. He was a young buck of a kid who I learned later played football.

[M]outh Stu[F]F

I remember graduating from college and feeling nostalgic about leaving my safe space… I was embarking on a new journey, and I was going to miss how easy it was to sleep with sloppy college girls. From that point on, I would be dealing with adults, people who were smarter and would see through the bullshit. In college, I was fishing with dynamite, and now I might actually have to learn how to cast a line. That all changed when I cashed my first six figure commission check. I was introduced to an entirely new genre of pussy, the high class ho. Women who were in their late 20’s early 30’s, armed with fake tits and a lady suite, they worked hard but kept their eye on the prize. I noticed that a lot of them actually came from money, but they were looking for a pawn. A stand in to do the heavy lifting while they focused on yoga and the launch of their online lifestyle brand…. I couldn’t blame them though, if I looked that way, I would have done the same exact thing.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 1

(Abigail)

If I had known there’d be eight inches of hot lawyer inside of me before the end of the week, I’d have asked to take Monday off. Instead of making that call, I’m about to walk into a law firm. But first, some context explaining why I’m buried six-feet under a mountain of crap. Gender equality is a fantasy, just like karma.

There I am, two weeks ago. I’m doing my deep breathing after washing off the last of my smudged mascara and runny nose. The right amount of pride and stubbornness held my chin up and rolled my shoulders back as I splashed cold water over my face. I was sure as shit not letting that asshole see that he got to me. Tears were normal, but what happened that day in the store manager’s office was not.

It felt innocent at first – smiles and laughs and an open air for discussion. But big flapping red flags should have been raised when he said, ‘let’s lock the door while we discuss salary.’ Intuition, you have failed me.

My first threesome was a fail : [mff]

Yesterday I posted a story of a successful threesome I had with two hot young girls. I figured I’d write about my first one. One that I’m not so proud of. I’m new to Reddit and was surprised at how many people read and commented on my last story. With my line of work and circle of friends, I tend to hook up with a lot of girls and have some wild stories but never really get the chance to tell anyone, at least not in so much detail. Reddit is an interesting place to tell stories and people seemed to enjoy the last one, so here’s another one. This is the story of my first threesome, told exactly as it happened. (Except, I used fake names for the girls)

I met “Meg” at a swimsuit line launch party. It was at this sick three story beach house and had a jazz band and a huge spread of catered sushi. She was one the models for the brand and was being paraded around the house in a bikini and they were showing her off to the various buyers that were there. Meg was 19, blonde, had a beautiful face and THE most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I’m not exaggerating either, it was immaculate…the perfect size and the perfect shape. Her breasts were size c maybe, and perky like a healthy 19 year old should have.

[MF] One time my neighbor was looking out or me

Been lurking for a long time. This is one story I’ve been wanting to tell.

Years ago, I lived with my uncle while going to college. We lived on a street with a great neighbor, Michelle. She’s not who this story is about, but she definitely defined MILF in my young mind.

After losing my virginity at the end of high school, sex was very infrequent. I had to work and pay my way through school. It made it hard to find spare time and make new female friends. And, as you will read, I may have missed several opportunities because of over thinking things.

Michelle was an awesome neighbor. Her porch was the social center of much of the street. After living there a few years, we had come to know each other well. She knew how busy I was and of my struggles with the ladies.

On weekends, my uncle would usually stay at his girlfriend’s house. I would usually go out to the clubs on Friday or Saturday night with no worries about getting in late.

Fried Chicken Girl [BBW] [Oral]

She was huge: six foot tall, short hair, a roll of fat bulged over her shoulder and there were so many folds on her torso she looked like a naked Zoidberg. It was in a Popeye’s that they met. She actually approached him. Although, she was morbidly obese, her personality did not reflect her dumpy body.

“Hi there! Never seen you here before. You new?” she said to Calvin.

“Just stopping by for some jambalaya and spicy fried chicken. This is the only Popeye’s in the county,” said Calvin.

“I know, I’m here all the time,” she said.
Calvin looked at the workers’ face and can tell that they didn’t like her there. They looked at her with disgust.

“Would you want to share a bucket of chicken with me?” asked Calvin.