I can’t help it. I love my sister’s cunt, especially just after its been fucked. We always go on dates together and her boyfriends always think they’re going to get to fuck both of us. Imagine, two sisters! But not me. I’m a girls-only kind of girl. But we usually let the boyfriend watch while I get what I’m looking for after they fuck.
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Mom came into my room while I was jilling off. I was so into it I didn’t even notice it. But she didn’t let me finish. “You’re making so much noise, baby girl,” she said to me. “You’re turning me the fuck on.”
Who knew my mom could eat pussy so good?
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Every week, while my husband is away in Iraq, I send a new picture of myself and my growing belly. I always tell him to share the photo around with his platoon, cause one of them is the father. Maybe we’ll figure out which one when they get back.
My husband’s youngest girlfriend is 26, living on her own in an efficiency apartment outside New York, and is a horrible house cleaner. Today, they decided to fuck at her place, and brought me along to clean.
Usually when I clean one of Tony’s girlfriend’s house, there are some walls and a door between me and the two of them. But not here. (Well, except when I was in the bathroom, which didn’t look like it had been cleaned in months. And — ew — there was a weeks worth of tampons piled in the trash can.)
Most of the time I was right there in the room with them while they were going at it. Talk about distracting. I love the way my husband fucks. I wish he would do it to me.
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Margot and I got really close working in a field office for the Governor’s campaign. Late at night we got a little silly, sometimes we’d drink while stuffing envelopes. Sometimes I’d find myself admitting things I don’t tell anyone. Such was the night I told her I hadn’t gotten fucked since the beginning of the campaign.
"Not once?" she asked. I shook my head, the hours hadn’t left me any time for it. "Poor girl. But we can fix that."
"I don’t munch carpets," I said, "not that there’s anything wrong with that."
"No munching necessary," Margot laughed. I was glad she wasn’t offended. "But I had a dick in the car."
"A dick in the car? What do you mean?"
"Well, I put my toys in the car a couple of weeks ago, they never came out."
"So, you want to fuck me?"
"Oh baby, do I? I have since the first time I met you."
I was just drunk enough to let her.
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"Don’t be nervous," my girlfriend tells me. "Your dress is beautiful, your makeup is perfect and those red earrings are perfect for you. No one knows your not a girl."
"But all the guys keep looking at me."
"They’re looking at both of us. Cause we’re hot. I promise you someone will be over to buy us drinks really soon."
"But I don’t want a guy to buy me a drink. I’m not gay."
"If you’re dressed as a girl, and you make out with a guy, then its not gay."
"I’m not gonna make out with any guy."
"We’ll see, baby, we’ll see."
Our husbands were off playing 36 holes at the resorts two “Championship Golf Courses”; they’d be gone all day. My daughter-in-law and I were going to the beach.
"I’m going to go topless, Mom," she told me. "Why don’t you go topless too." It was strange how it made me feel whenever she called me Mom.
We only lasted an hour or so on the beach. And when we got back to the hotel rooms, she had me bottomless as well as topless.
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"Don’t kid yourself, honey," my wife says, "I’m not getting dressed up like this to go to church. I’m getting dressed up like this to get fucked. Fucked by a big black cock. Or maybe three. And I’m going to come home with their jizz dripping out of me. And I bet you can guess who’ll be cleaning it up?"
My mother has asked me a thousand times, “If all your friends decide to jump off a bridge, would you do it?” And every time I’ve said, “No, of course not.”
If, however, she ever asks me, “If you’re with your girlfriends at a pool party and they all decide to pee on the deck at the same time, would you do it?” the answer would have to be, “Every single goddamn time.”
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That my wedding lingerie the woman is wearing. The woman who had been tending bar at our reception not that long ago. My lingerie and she’s going to fuck my new husband.
I should hate this. Hate how he’s humiliating me already. But I am dripping wet with anticipation of watching.
My mother — who I know had been wearing panties this morning — wandered off a bit ago with my cousin Julian. Now she’s back and she certainly seems eager to confirm my suspicions about what they were about. “Micah,” she almost giggled at me. “Why don’t you go find your Uncle Steve? Then we can compare notes.”
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