Sex stories, Page 20

First part “How do I know this face? Where did I see him? Well, I just can not remember: Ah, it seems today at the institute. And yesterday too. And, like, in the subway: It seems, still in the store. I wonder what he wants? Quite a handsome guy, slim, sporty-looking, blond. Maybe you want to meet? ". With these thoughts, Alice was driving home. Upon entering the lighted entrance, the first thing she saw was her recently remembered blond. A wave of indignation swept over the girl: “How did he know where I live? What audacity!". Much to Alice’s great surprise, the young man suddenly fell on her knees in front of her with a cry: “Madam!”

Hello girls and boys smile For a long time I did not write about my experience on the topic, or to be more precise, for several years, although I have been practicing zoo for quite a long time. A lot of things have changed in life and the topic has been a little bit departed, even for some time it has not been practiced. But last summer everything began again and I would say with new, brighter colors and sensations. It so happened that it was not very good with finances and I couldn’t go to rest in overseas countries, I finally went to Crimea. She stopped in the private sector in Alushta very close to the sea. The first few days enjoyed the hot sun, sea, fruit and wine. But after a while, something became lacking and it became boring, and men, in the literal sense, are of little interest to me. Out of boredom, I signed up for a horse ride, which eventually changed all my rest and reanimated my old passion for zoo. Well, in order.

That evening we said goodbye to the guests who were left to hang out at the wedding table and drove to the car, where our first wedding night was to take place. If you could imagine how often I imagined her, then he puts me in my arms in the room, lays on the bed, starts to unfasten the buttons and hooks on my wedding fee one by one. He kisses my skin, cherries, strawberries, and then, with utmost care, enters me. And so I become a woman and his legitimate wife. After all, I even took care of my virginity for this, so that he was sure that I loved him.

I study at university in the first year. We live in a three-room apartment in the city center. Parents work in the same firm, father works as a commercial director, and mother works as an accountant. Dad often goes on business trips, including abroad, and mom does not go anywhere. When dad is on a business trip, mom often returns home with one of their employees. They retire in the bedroom and have sex. I spy on them, mom knows about it. “You just don’t say anything to your father,” she once asked me, “this is all nonsense, albeit pleasant.”

Prologue: This is my first story not only in the Internet, but in general and in principle. Everything written in a clean and accurate presentation of what actually happened. Please do not judge if such a desire has arisen. It's summer. July was this year so hot that it seemed to go crazy from time to time. I am an agronomist, I am 38, my wife is 37, my son is 18. We live not bad enough. And his wife, Marina, commanded that they had not gone to the sea for 3 years, it was time for rest. Of course, I resisted at first as best I could, well, not mine, heat, the sun is awkward, a lot of people, noise, and chaos. But for a long time I could not contradict.

My name is Sergey, in 1994 they called me into the ranks of the armed forces, I first got to the training center for half a year, and from there straight to Chechnya to the motorized rifle unit, it was just hell, I stayed there for four months, then we were transferred to one of the units, which was located in the Russian outback, the first settlement was 15 km. Mom wrote to me that she wanted to come to see me, I wrote to her so that she wouldn’t come far, but mom wrote that she would come anyway. My mother was then 38 years old, she worked at the children's hospital as a pediatrician, she is 173 cm tall, with big breasts, an appealing lady says about these. A few weeks passed after my mother wrote me a letter that she would arrive.

His mother-in-law, generally taken to scold. And so they say she, and son of a bitch in general, interferes with life, and intervenes not in time in family matters. But I love my mother-in-law. Also, at our wedding, when I invited her to the dance, everyone clapped drunkenly and said that I was a cunning man, I know how to roll over to my mother-in-law, shuffle her to please her. And, really, she really liked my attention. Only as I danced with her, I noticed that she was nestling too tightly against me, as if I were her, and not marrying her daughter. And I’m a groovy peasant, and besides, I’m not waiting for, when we and my newly-minted wife find ourselves in bed together, where I will finally draw my soul on her, I’ll follow my sexual desire that has been tormenting me for a long time.

Just a couple of months ago, I got a job as a warden at a women's prison. The work is not dusty, I was engaged in the rehabilitation of those who need to go out soon. Somehow I was sent with three prisoners to clean the territory. I had to watch over them, and since I had good relations with these ladies, I was sure that there would be no problems. We went into a barn for a tool and the three of them just attacked me like hungry animals.

My wife and I started a repair and he came to an end. There is a painting left - and as a result, the scent of the solvent dissolves. We decided to spend the night with my wife's parents. They lived five minutes from our house. My relations with her relatives were not very good, especially with my wife's stepfather, a lover of a drink, and after that they didn’t price themselves. There was nothing common between them and their mother-in-law. My wife was on the robot that day. I quickly painted everything and left the windows open and went to my mother-in-law. My wife and I agreed to six she also fit, I did not want to listen to moralizing alone.

My wife left for the next trip. I thought: here is the joy. A few free days of proud loneliness. You can go fishing on the go. At home, all alone no one is waiting, and no one will grumble that some of them hang around in the middle of nowhere and do not know what they are doing. In words, it’s kind of like fishing, but the fish are brought in so much that the cat doesn’t have enough worms to kill. And therefore, leaving, threw me podlyanu. At the time of his absence, invited her mother to visit. That is my beloved mother-in-law. I'm not lying at all about my love. My mother-in-law is a wonderful woman in all respects. And the character is normal, and good attitude to the son in law. Yes, and the age is still quite normal, a bit over a fifty dollars has gone. And the figure has kept.

From the moment we and the mother-in-law broke from the chains, we could not live as before. We observed each other differently, behaved differently. We could play the fool. For example, somehow, when her husband was watching TV, R. I. was talking to him, half looking out of the bedroom room, while I, lifting her robe, silently pulled her vagina on a big dick. She liked it. She took up so much that when I came home from work earlier than others, the mother-in-law closed the door from the inside with a bolt so that none of ours could open it outside. Then she walked into their little room with her father in the meantime, I followed her. Her beloved pose was a stand on its side. She lay on her side, flexing, sticking out her hip, bending one leg at the knee, and putting it on the other. This girl was already preparing herself in advance: her anal passage was already peeping from the lubricant, her pussy was clean and smelled good.

I want to tell one amazing story. Perhaps she looks like an inept invention, but in her everything is true. To invent, in the end, it is possible and plausible ... PART 1. It was a long time ago - in the distant 70s. I have an aunt, her name is Anya. "Aunt Anya" - so I was taught to call her. She is a great aunt to me, not my own, but in childhood it didn’t matter to me: all children have aunts (it seemed to me), but I didn’t understand the details of kinship. When I was born, she was 7 years old, and she loved to nurse me - a living toy. “Aunt” Anya didn’t feel like a soul in me — she gave the little girl all her time, forgetting everything in the world - all dolls, all her friends. Then her family went away somewhere, taking her with her, and I forgot about her. They returned after five or six years; I was already in the 4th grade, tried to smoke (ingloriously) and considered myself a “man in the house”. It was summer in vacation. When we were introduced again ("here, Maksik, your aunt Anya. Do you remember her?"), I looked at the 16-year-old girl standing in front of me - in my boyish eyes she fully deserved the title of "aunts", having a tall stature, " an adult "figure and beauty ... in the latter I had no doubts: I already knew that there are beautiful girls, but the beauty of" aunts "differs from their beauty ... and so - the name" Aunt Anya "brought back to my mind vague memories of affection, caring and warm; I looked with interest to Aunt Ana in the eyes, I saw in them delight, affection - and I was embarrassed.

“In the morning I woke up wildly excited. Before my parents arrived, there were a couple of days left, and so I drank wine all night and watched porn on a big TV. All morning I thought to give someone today, I wanted to fuck more than usual. Having come to school, I tried to hide my internally excited state. talked with friends, but in my head twisted shots from porn movies that I watched at night. Many familiar guys with fleshy huyami hurt or just skipped, so I thought for a long time who would empty the eggs.

Michael was very proud of his dog Sultan. He was a boxer with a good pedigree who won a lot of medals at local shows. Their eternal rival was Yuzetta - a bitch of the same breed, belonging to a beautiful and sophisticated Sophia. Two dog breeders always politely greeted each other at meetings, but they never talked for a long time, until once Sultan first won the first prize. After that, Sophia approached Michael and asked how he felt about mating their pets.

A door slammed behind Olga. A member of her husband continued to fuck my ass, which for that night fucked so many times. This time, sex did not bring me pleasure, and I thought only about one thing, he would have finished soon. The relationship lasted about half an hour. Victor forced me to change poses, which I was glad. Since it is not always possible to penetrate the entire length of the penis. And he, according to my estimates, was 19 inches. In the end, he lay down on the sofa, his cock stood with a stake, and he ordered me to sit on his ass with his ass. I took it in my hand and sent it to my long-suffering hole. I did not have to ride long. After a few minutes he shouted:

Our daughter Marina went to school last year. September 1, I met her teacher Elizabeth Andreevna. A young girl who has just received a diploma of higher education - my daughter's class became her first class in all senses. She was like a teacher in my view - tall, in a strict dress, with glasses, hair gathered into a braid. During the year we met with her many times - at parental meetings and holidays. But we never managed to communicate without witnesses. And in June, after the end of the school year, in the office started a repair. We painted the desks, the floor, and the windowsills. Two women and one man left in the evening - and we were left alone. Elizaveta Andreevna stood on the windowsill and repainted the frame. Going down, she stepped into a chair and staggered. I stood nearby and caught her in time - otherwise the teacher would have fallen down. So she found herself in my arms. Feeling solid ground under her feet, she pulled away from me and blushed. “Thank you,” she grunted, embarrassed, and carried the brushes to the corner where the can of solvent was. “You're welcome,” I replied. - From the smell of paint my head and spin. It's time to wrap up today.

All the good time! That's all the same I decided to tell my porn story as we fucked the teacher in the first year of the institute. All this was quite a long time ago, seven years ago. But still I think you will be interested. At that time I was almost an excellent student, I spent a lot of time studying, I regularly went in for sports and was popular with girls. In general, was in authority among our course. My friend Vovka studied with me both at school and at this university, naturally at the same faculty. For all the time of our friendship, we have done quite a few business cases with him, but I remember this case all my life.

My stepsister is 37 years old, although she looks to be a maximum of 30, her name is Julia, she has been married for 16 years and has two sons, 18 and 9 years old. She is a gorgeous woman, with excellent forms and about 180 cm tall. Breast of the third size, tummy almost flat, although she gave birth to two, but this is due to her fitness classes. Her ass and thighs have long attracted the looks of a male. And since she works as a head of the sales department in one reputable construction organization, then the style of her clothes corresponds to her status.

I love your mouth not for a smile. ********** Your tongue, sharper swords .. Words can hurt the soul. I try not to listen to him. After all, anyway the moment will come When yielding to lust. In your mouth you take my dick. And you take the mind in captivity. Leaving me in memories. Your lips are puffy touching And like your clever tongue Rising to the top from the base Brought a wave of charm And with him, my sweet sigh. And then frequent breathing, Pleas not to stop striving And the body of a mad shiver will erase the remnants of possession By reason, by understanding that here is reality and what is lying.

I did not expect that the mistress, almost the wife of my institute friend, decide on this. This time I stayed at the best hotel in Sofia. We sat well in one of the Sofia restaurants, drank wine and talked a lot for life. Svetla was too active and Yurik said something to her several times in a language I, fortunately, do not understand. We hooted sweetly with local wine and about eleven went home. I caught a local taxi and arrived at the hotel. Not the best Sheraton in the world, but the best in Sofia. I was quite excited and was already thinking about local girls, but suddenly the bell rang. Called the porter from below.