Wedding Day: Cousin would be [M]ine before anyone else – India; true story (Pt. 4 – Conclusion)

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As is custom, I’ll briefly summarise the previous parts. If you’re reading all parts in one go, feel free to skip ahead, although it’s barely a few lines.

So, in 2014, I’d met my cousin Varsha at a family wedding. Somehow we had to share a bed and blanket, and we ended up being sexually intimate.

Back home, we began a long distance affair which lasted a couple of years and then slowly fizzled out. We hadn’t talked in over a year, when in 2018 I received the news of her marriage, fixed for December that year. One phone call, her soft voice, a few mixed signals by her, and my feelings had returned.

When I finally went to her place a day before the wedding, we ended up in a room together by chance. I proceeded to, amongst other things, make love to her asshole and pussy with my tongue and fingers, till she came all over my face. I was so satisfied by the idea of pleasuring her that I didn’t even feel the need to ram my cock into her, even though I was rock hard. I realised that more than animalistic lust, I had a soft corner for her. I kissed her softly, and left the room.

Preggo [Mast-F]

Amélie was at work when the first really bad urges hit, so she tried to ignore them. If she tidied the receptionist desk, that should be distracting. It wasn’t. She was so horny she couldn’t stand it, and so pregnant she literally couldn’t stand up for much longer. When she sat back down, her butt wiggled against the seat.

“Stupid hormones,” she told herself. A glance at the clock told her that she wasn’t even close to her morning break. Someone from the next floor up would come down and relieve her reception duties for 10 minutes. 10 minutes would be more than enough to really relieve her, but Amélie didn’t think she could wait 45 minutes for her break.

She couldn’t leave the phone or the desk. There were surveillance cams everywhere she looked. Ever since the cyber attack, when the servers were hijacked and ransomed, the company was paranoid about security, and allergic to privacy.

Starting to feel a little panicked, Amélie looked around the desk and her area behind it. There was a claustrophobic store room just a couple feet from the desk. If she went in there, she could at least relieve herself…

The Diary-Chapter 1

The Diary

It was a warm summer night. Mollie was asleep, her voluptuous tits lay loose, in a thin, white tank top. Her ass was dressed up in a pretty, red lace thong, her favourite. She wanted to feel sexy, and that she did, and looked the part too, because Mollie had a secret. She was a lesbian. Now whilst this was no issue, she didn’t know how her parents would react to knowing their little 18 year old girl, was living a life that they never expected. However, Mollie slept comfortably, knowing her parents were far away, on a vacation to Spain. She wasn’t alone though.

A few rooms over, was her sister Freya. Freya was a year older, and the sisters were so alike, you could almost mistake them for twins. They had the same, mid length, straight brown hair. The same Lapis blue eyes. The same pretty, silky, rosey pink lips. They were both around 5’3 , and they both had the same shapely, smooth, pert and perfect breasts, however, Freya’s alluring ass was slightly bigger than Mollie’s.

My Captor [Rape, piss, slave, F/MM ]

My captor.

I used to live in a sun drenched village near the coast. I would take walks on the beach and wonder through the woods. I enjoyed my life, some of the elders though I enjoyed it to much on account of my size. I’m not fat but I am plump, I love food and my father made sure I never wanted for it. He was a banker in our town and a well-respected one at that. Most men in the village didn’t mind my extra padding anyway as it gave me some of the biggest breasts in the town. Those that did mind kept it to themselves especially when I would sing in the church choir. They would stand in awe watching me belting out those notes that seam to come so hard to all the other girls. My life was good, sweet wine, delicious meat and pastries and not nearly a care in the world. Until that cold morning when the ships came.

New Neighbor (A Touch Series) [F] [Masturbation]

I know it’s a complete and utter stereotype to be turned on by a man in uniform but I can’t help myself—I’m a sucker for pressed slacks, tucked in shirts and matching boots. Throw a badge in there and I’m *drooling*.

Another thing that really gets me wet is well-built guys with thick muscles who enjoy working out Weight Lifting, Cross Fit—anything of that nature will do. But they gotta be rippling and thick. Skinny guys just don’t do it for me. I’m a tall girl, thin with curves where you want ‘em so I can’t be riding a skinny guy—I need a guy who can *handle* me.

I moved into a new apartment last weekend. How does this have anything to do with what I just told you? Let me tell you.

I was waking up on my first morning in the new place, anxiously waiting for my coffee to brew, my eyes not even fully open yet when all of the sudden I hear thudding. Repeatedly. I can’t figure out what the noise is so I’m taking a few steps towards my front door before freezing and listening again. I do this until I’m all the way at my door, ear pressed to it, my breath baited.

Hot Spring Camping Group [MULTIPLE, Heterosexual, Bisexual]

Hot Spring Camping Group [MULTIPLE, Heterosexual, Bisexual]

I was with a group, camping at a natural hot spring for the weekend, Friday and Saturday night. The sign up required the medical check and lack of std verification; they said that contraception was your own responsibility.

The group was comprised of 10 couples (including myself and my girlfriend Nicole) and 5 people running the event; Staci the director, Stacy the resident geologist, Marni the volunteer, Jerry the area manager, and Jake the assistant.

Upon arrival were directed to the camping area and arranged our RV’s and tents in a large circle around a central fire pit and seating area. We were told to join in comfortable clothes at the fire circle in 20 minus for the greeting ceremony.

At the fire circle Staci, asked everyone to circle the fire pit and sit down and get comfortable. Jake brought out a few extra chairs, as everyone gathered round. Standing in the circle, Staci started disrobing, prompting the rest to reveal as much as was comfortable. Staci reclined back int her chair and moved her hands all over her body, pinching and clutching her nipples and delving her fingers inside her glistening pussy. After a long silence of watching Staci, people began exploring their own bodies.

Honeymoon With Mom – an 80s porn tribute – Chapter Ten [FF, FM, MMF, Incest]

**CHAPTER TEN**

***One year ago…***

As befit a yacht outfitted for orgies, the tanning couch on the aft sundeck of *Katmandu* was plushly upholstered and big enough for half a dozen people to use at once.

At this moment Nicole and Mai Jacobsen lay on their sides in the center of the couch, kissing passionately and caressing one another’s naked bodies in the warmth and brilliance of the midday sun. They mirrored one another, each with one leg outstretched and the other cocked high at the knee so that they could be easily penetrated from behind. Marc Jacobsen was fucking Nicole while Brandon’s prick was deep inside Mai’s pussy.

The two well-hung young men, each inside the other’s mother, fucked the women in rhythm so that with each thrust into their pussies Nicole and Mai were pressed snugly against one another, their tits and tummies rubbing together wonderfully.

“Oh yes,” Mai breathed. “Your son is an fine young stud, darling, with a beautiful cock. You should be a proud mother.”

[Group] Young couple goes the the swingers club and shares for the first time.

My girlfriend at the time, Sara and I were in grad school and had been dating a while. One night we were talking about our fantasies and spicing up our sex life and I half-jokingly mentioned a threesome. To my surprise she fired right back and said “Sure! but who’s the other guy gonna be?” I told her that wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but we discussed it some more and determined that being with another couple might be fun. We soon ruled out anyone we knew, since we were both pretty reserved outside the bedroom and could never handle the awkwardness of asking a friend. We lived in a smaller college town, and the swinging scene we found wasn’t very vibrant for people our age. We chatted online with some couples, but never found the right situation to go all in.

A Married [M]an’s 4th Confession: My First Viagra Fuck, With a Craigslist [F] Stranger on the Road

This is the story of my first post-viagra craigslist encounter, a most enjoyable one that took place on a road trip. There probably were some craigslist misfires between this one and the one I described in my third post, but I don’t remember them. But craigslist assisted me in more ways than one, for this and subsequent encounters. How I miss craigslist!

As a man in my early 50s, I was experiencing the effects of ED more and more. I was not ready yet to discuss this with my doctor, fearing my wife would notice the pills and ask about them. We weren’t intimate often and I did not really need them to do the same old things she and I were up to … me eating her till she came then fucking her for a short time until I came or she puckered out. She never came that way. And we never fucked more than once a session.

Thanks, Dad! (Part two) [Mf] [Fatherly] [Genital Inspection] [Adoptive Daughter]

My initial plan was scrapped. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to drug Sophie and Ella in order to strip El down to have my way with her. I felt bad enough sneaking around to get a glimpse of Soph bringing Ella to the most beautiful orgasms. Adding rapist to the list of shitty dad and disgusting pervert was just too much. So I suffered weeks of El in tight tops without a bra and tiny shorts that outlined her ass and pussy, resorting to long showers and retrieving El’s panties from the wash to sniff and rub my cock with.

I was blessed with a fresh pair as she came by while I was gathering laundry. She literally stopped me as I was walking out, “Wait, I just went for a run and wanted to change, can you wash these for me too, dad?” she asked. I nodded and waited outside of her room so she could change and she came out in a new outfit, throwing the soiled ones in the wash then kissed my cheek, “Thanks, Dad, you’re the best!”