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My Mom's Disgusting Boyfriend II

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:55:26 +0300

He was really close now. �Ohhh�. Ohhhh�. Cum for me, Trey� I want you to cum inside my pussy!�

The next thing I knew Trey was fucking me so hard that I thought my body would be bruised in the morning. He then gave one final, powerful thrust and I felt him absolutely EXPLODE inside my cunt. Falling in a sweaty heap on top of me, I felt several powerful squirts deep within my cunt.

I lied there with Trey�s penis still inside of me, unsure what to do next. My eyes were closed and I could distinctly smell the aroma of sex. After a minute or so, Trey sighed loudly and rolled off of me. My body was tingling all over and I felt his jism start to leak out of me.

He rose from the bed and I heard him fumble around for his underwear. Trey subsequently gave my tit a quick squeeze before whispering confidently into my ear, �This is just the beginning, Jessica.� With that, he walked out of my bedroom, presumably to go back to my mom.

That was the start of a 6 month odyssey which almost destroyed my family.

My Mom's Disgusting Boyfriend

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:52:24 +0300

I slowly turned my head toward Trey in disgust. He was smiling from ear to ear. What a cocky bastard, I thought. The nerve of him, talking to me that way with my mom, his girlfriend, in the next room.

�How dare you talk to me that way!� I felt the blood rushing to my face. �You know my mother happens to be in the next room!�

�You won�t tell your mom, Jessica,� Trey interrupted. �You know why?�

I looked away from him.

But Trey continued anyway, �Because you would have done so by now! You know as well as I that it�s too late. Besides, do you really think your mom would believe you over me?�

Just then my mom walked back into the room with the drink. She sat down next to Trey on the couch and snuggled up to him.

�Ok, Sweety, let�s play the movie.�

Throughout the rest of the evening, Trey made knowing glances at me while I tried to ignore him. But he was right, I wouldn�t tell my mom or anyone for that matter. Like anyone would believe me anyway�

Roommates or More? 2

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:46:35 +0300

"What about Gina?"

"Oh, Jake, Gina is just a fuck-buddy. So was that doc I told you about. They mean nothing emotionally. I find I am getting all my emotional fulfillment from you. So, I will not be going with Gina any more. I will not be fucking Dr. Big Cock. I will be here with you."

"Sounds like the start of a perfect relationship," I said.

"Yeah, and who knows it might actually lead to you know what."

"What?" I said in mock ignorance.

Megan lay on top of my, my erection pushing against her pussy, my hands on her ass.

"Oh, it will come to you," she said as she moved up and down my body, rubbing her warm lips against my cock.

I am praying it finally will.

Roommates or More? 1

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:43:15 +0300

"It seems kinda' crude to call it a dick or cock after I felt it. It just seemed sorta pansy."

"Whatever you call it, Meg, I enjoyed your touch. And, you're not a bad pisser, once you got the hang of it."

I moved to the sink to wash my hands as Megan dropped the seat, pulled down her pants and bikinis and peed. I looked down to see a gush coming from the beautiful pussy that I had trimmed. Too bad, she felt comfortable in keeping it in shape and didn't ask me to help her again. She wiped herself dry, and stood, not bothering to pull up her clothes. As she was washing her hands, she looked at me in the mirror.

"I guess that's another barrier we've crossed."

"Yeah," I agreed, "But you are never going to watch me take a dump. Never!"

She howled and said, "Deal."

We said good night and I went into my bedroom. I stripped and was adjusting the fan, when Megan came in.

hat's What Friends Are For (part5)

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:33:59 +0300

Author's Note: So there you have it, my First Time debut. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it as it was a break from my last contest story which was pretty dark. As I always say Lit is a free site and the only payment we receive is in the form of votes and comments. This is also a contest entry to please take the time and vote! As always, thank you for reading and supporting my work. Its readers like you that keep me writing! Lovecraft68

hat's What Friends Are For (part4)

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:31:47 +0300

"Thank you. You're"�I laughed�"damn, Samantha, where have you been hiding this?"

"It's been right in front of you for a long time, you were too busy looking at everyone else."

I wasn't sure how to reply to that, but Sam didn't seem to be waiting for an answer. Lifting her leg, she asked, "Want my shoes on or off?"

I looked at the hot red stilettos and thought of her keeping them on, but I caught sight of her toes which were now painted red. The thought of having her completely naked outweighed how sexy the shoes were and I smiled. "Off."

"Do the honors," Sam said, placing her heel on my thigh.

I grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg, my eyes fixed on the red patch between her thighs that showed a dark spot in the middle where her pussy was soaking through. Goddamn, she was into this!

Forcing myself to pay attention, I unsnapped the strap around her ankle and slowly slid the shoe off. I stared at the butterfly tattoo and on a whim kissed it.

"Do that again."

hat's What Friends Are For (part3)

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:27:37 +0300

Sam had been my best friend for years. Although I did think she was pretty and once in a while had a dirty thought about her, I had never really thought of her like that.

On the other hand, I'd never seen her dressed like this. She looked damn good and I knew she cared about me. I wouldn't have to worry about experience and�

"I won't tell anyone," she added. "No one needs to know, and after, if you want to go slut around, go ahead, but at least the first time will be the right way."

"Sam, I�" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I can't do this with you. I appreciate it, but ... we're best friends. I don't want to�"

I opened my eyes to see Sam unbuttoning her dress. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend."

Sam reached the last button just above her waist and opened the dress to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Holy shit," I whispered at the sight of her bare breasts.

Sam wasn't big on top, but they her breasts were perky, perfectly round, and her pink nipples were erect and less than a foot from my face.

Sam let the dress drop to the floor.

hat's What Friends Are For (part2)

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:25:14 +0300

Sam had made that remark today, that I was different around�

I jumped when my cell rang from the coffee table in front of me. Grabbing it, I saw it was Jim, who after Sam was pretty much my closest friend.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered. "You got nothing better to do on a Saturday night besides calling a guy?"

"Hey, Justin." He didn't sound happy. "Hey, man, I need to talk to you."

"What about? I�" I stopped when I heard several people laughing and yelling in the background. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Mackerel Cove in Jamestown."

"Mackerel Cove? Hey, Jen was up there today."

"She still is. That's why I called you."

"What's going on?" I sat up on the couch.

"Look, Justin, this really sucks for me because you know you're my bud, but I'd be an asshole if I didn't say anything."

"About what?" I felt my stomach tighten. "What's going on?"

"Me and Josh ran into Jen and her friends up here when they were cleaning. She said if we helped out we could hang out with them at her uncle's house on the beach, and party. So that's where we are now and ... Justin, you know Rob is up here, right?"

"I ..." I took a deep breath. "Jim, get to the point."

"Point is, Jen was drinking from the time we got to the house at five and she was out of control. Hanging on all the guys, dancing around. Shit, she took her top off at one point."

"Jim, are you fucking with me?" Even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer, I had to ask.

"Justin, we've been friends since fourth grade. You think I'd joke about this?"

"No, I ..." I swallowed hard. "What about Rob?"

"Well, after she pretty much cock teased most of the guys there with some bumping and grinding. She pretty much gave him a damn lap dance, then grabbed a bottle of Captain someone brought, and the two of them went into the house."

That's What Friends Are For (part1)

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:23:31 +0300

"Why are you staring at my foot?"

I looked up. "Huh?"

"You keep looking at my feet." Sam wiggled her toes. "Something wrong with them?"

"No, they look fine."

"You think my feet are fine?" She laughed. "You have a foot fetish?"

"Of course not!" Not wanting to be teased, I turned the conversation in another direction. "So why do you do that?"

"What?" She frowned, looking at her feet. "The tattoo?"

"Yeah, that and the nails and the ring. You hardly ever wear sandals, even when it's hot, so what's the point?"

"The point is I know it's there and I like how the ring looks." Sam shrugged. "I do it for me, not anyone else."

I grinned at her. "What about foot boy?"

"I didn't get the tattoo for him. I had just gotten it when I met him." She winked. "But he said it made a hell of a bull's-eye."

"Eww!" I scrunched my face up. "TMI!"

Sam giggled. "But anyway, it's about what's on the inside, Justin�not the outside."

"I get that with feelings and stuff, but why does it matter with looks?"

"Because vain people are shallow people." Sam reached out and put her hand on my leg. "But you're different, though. You dress like the cool jerk, but you're a great guy."

"I don't dress like�"

"Bullshit!" She pointed at my sunglasses. "How much were those things?"

"A hundred, but they're Foster�"

"Mine came from the dollar store and they do the trick." She pulled on my shorts. "What brand are these?"

"They're�" I started, but she continued.

Comforting My Neighbor's Daughter

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:20:10 +0300

She had a dreamy look on her face and wasn't moving very fast but I got her to put her panties back on to stop any more cum leaking from her and I helped her button up her blouse so that her tits were covered again. Taking a hairbrush from her bag she slowly brushed her hair while I make myself presentable. All the time she seemed to be watching me, a sparkle in her eye. Just then the doorbell rang and I quickly looked around my kitchen and I saw some of our glistening juices on the chair and floor which might give the game away.

"Come on Cindy, that will be your parents," and I grabbed her hand, leading her into the hall. Just before I got to the door Cindy stopped me and faced me and surprised me by kissing me hard, her tongue seeking out my own in my mouth.

Almost at once she backed off and exclaimed "Thanks Mr Matthews, that was the best night ever!"

Stunned for a moment she turned around and opened the door to her parents. Cindy immediately walked out telling her parents how helpful I had been and that I had be a true gentleman to her.

I could barely look her parents in the eye as they thanked me and left to take their eighteen year old daughter home, little knowing that her young tight pussy was full of my warm cum.

I closed the door as they left and let out a big sigh as I realized how close I had come to be caught fucking their daughter, but then my lips turned into a big grin as I recalled the evenings events and the feeling of being sucked off by Cindy and the amazing fucking of her young body. I hoped she would be back for more.

"Ohhh...Mommy," I Groaned 3

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:13:33 +0300

They planned their future! They all knew they'd found what they needed, found what they wanted. Why look for something you already have? Something never to be replicated with anyone else. They were hopelessly in love.

Two days later, with the three of them naked and wearing wild flowers in their hair, Christine, standing ankle deep in the warm ocean, held a bible in her hand and married her children, blessing their union. Then Patty took the bible, the minister's place, and married her mother to her brother and now husband.

And Bobby's first baby started to grow in his mother's womb.

Patty transferred to the local University that fall. She refused to leave her husband or mother.

Bobby didn't have to break up with his girlfriend; Cathy's mother told her over the summer that she had slept with Bobby.

Bobby graduated the next spring. One month after his daughter Stephanie was born.

Of course they summered the next year again at the ocean. Patty and Bobby both drank from their mother's milk laden breasts. All three made love endlessly.

Patty missed her period that July.

They didn't return to their city home that second fall. Instead, the three of them moved to a new town, a smallish Midwestern town half way across the country. A town with a good university. Where they weren't known. They became just a normal family � a man and his wife, living with her mother, a baby...more to come...and perhaps not so strangely they lived happily ever after...

THE END

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"Ohhh...Mommy," I Groaned 2

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:12:01 +0300

"Really? Oh yes mom...I mean Chrissie," Bobby said as he jumped to his feet and took his mom's hand.

At first they danced conservatively, their bodies apart, Bobby's left hand extended and holding his mothers right.

"You're a good dancer mom."

"You sound surprised. I was like the best dancer in my high school young man," she said as she dropped his hand and put both her arms around his neck.

"You fit me...Cathy's so short," Bobby whispered as his mother nestled her head between his shoulder and neck. And when he'd put both arms around her back and gently moved her so they were lightly touching from breast to groin, he added softly in her ear, "you smell so nice mommy, so nice."

Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, hungry, wet bites that sent blood coursing madly up his cock, and then he moved his hands to her firm bum, pulling her against his urgent need. They danced two dances plastered together, swaying as one, his prick proudly poking his mom....

"My turn," Patty demanded as the second song ended. Chrissie conceded her place to her daughter but Bobby could see the reluctance in his mother's eyes, and for a second had to fight the urge to simply throw her on the bed and have her.

"Can you dance big sister?" he finally asked Patty as she moved into his arms.

"Noooo, of course not, I'm just dumb Patty," she pouted as she melted against her body.

"You're beautiful," he whispered back.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You've always been the one."

"I have?"

"I'll be your first," he promised.

"What?" she whispered liquidly in his ear, of course knowing exactly what he meant.

"Your first man. In you, filling you...this," he said hoarsely as he grabbed her hand and forced it between them, forced it under the elastic belt of his shorts.

"Ohhh...Mommy," I Groaned

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:09:31 +0300

"Well, you touched my chest," he said, a broad grin on his handsome face.

"Pig," his excited sister replied.

"They're much nicer than Cathy's," he said as he lay back on the bench and looked up at his sister hovering above him.

He was wearing a pair of those thin, school grey, cotton gym shorts that come with an inner mesh that keeps a man's cock and balls from spilling out and down his leg. But as he lay on his back, repeatedly lifting the heavily loaded bar up and down above his chest, her eyes continually strayed to his groin, to his thick penis that was clearly outlined each time he arched his body off the bench to lift the weight.

He touched my breasts! My little brother touched, gosh, squeezed my breasts, she thought as she watched him. Her skin was still burning where his fingers had been, she could feel her nipples straining against the thin cloth. Don't look at it, you're becoming a slut, she continually admonished herself as she imagined putting her hand into his shorts and seizing his manhood.

As he pressed the heavily laden bar up from his chest he looked up at his sister standing above him, her hands ready to catch the bar if he needed any help. Her legs were spread and as he strained to lift the bar his eyes were continually drawn to the small patch of yellow cloth that sat at the juncture of her legs just inches from his eyes.

He could see her little slit outlined under he thin cloth, felt himself getting harder and harder as he watched the three or four rogue, curly, dark black pubic hairs that peeked from under the cloth.

After twenty-five minutes of heavy lifting he finally stopped. "You're sweaty," Patty grimaced even as her finger traced Bobby's six pack stomach.

"C'mon...lets go swimming...I'll carry you," he announced, then lifted her effortlessly in his arms and started running towards the breaking waves.

"Bobbbbby!" she squealed in protest even as she put an arm around her brother's neck and leaned her cheek against his muscular chest.

He threw her out into the surf and then as she surfaced coughing felt him pull her against him. Felt his cock hard against her mound. "Don't!" she ordered as he lifted her and again tossed her into the swirling sea.

She surfaced six feet away from him, laughing now, knowing a breast had slipped from its cover, then watched as her brother's eyes latched on to her dark, hard nipple. She took her time covering her jiggling orb, even stretched her nipple before slipping it under the yellow cloth.

"Much nicer than Cathy's," he finally said.

Three Days of Watching my Wife Fuck 3

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:05:06 +0300

She then gave an example that wrapped up perfectly her already perfect moral synopsis saying, "Try imagining us being in a room with two attractive twenty-one year old females, with you fucking them both time after time, after time. Once you get past the sex for a second, you might realize that it's possible that you could begin to develop feelings for one of them, and married people don't do that, Scott. I certainly don't like the feelings I've had here recently."

Feeling like a bionic jackass by now, I walked over and pulled her to me apologizing to the maximum. We hugged and held each other for at least five minutes. I began telling her how much I loved her and continued apologizing for pushing the situation and the fact that I purposely kept it going with no regard for her feelings whatsoever.

The reality of what she was saying was crystal clear. I'm sure it would have been different if we hadn't kept it going. Several times I did notice them overtly caressing one another as they made love, passionately kissing, caressing, and holding onto one other. When this all started, they simply fucked and when it was over, it was over. But in hindsight, if I had snapped into reality for a second, I would have noticed that it truly did develop into more than sexual intercourse between her and Stan.

As she explained her position, it was like a light bulb went off in my mind. I think it was more of a situation where I basically ignored it, choosing to keep the experience going rather than face facts. But the writing was clearly on the wall, and she was right.

Gina then said she was going to take a much needed shower and off she went. Not more than a few minutes after emerging from the shower, she began packing our things and, within thirty minutes, we were in our car driving home. She was utterly exhausted as she curled up in the passenger seat and fell fast asleep. She slept for six hours straight barely moving at all. I too was flat smoked and barely able to keep my eyes open as I drove, but I continued, thinking that if I just got us back home, we would somehow be back to normal.

It took many hours getting back home, but after consuming what I'm sure equaled three gallons of coffee, we made it.

I thought it might be weeks before she and I made love again after how many times she had intimate intercourse with me and the young men we had met, but a few hours after arriving at our home, we both rubbed up against one another as we passed in the hallway, and instantly began violently grabbing and tearing at one another taking our clothes off. We just dropped right in the hallway and had the wildest animalistic sex we had ever had in our home.

I'm sure some have skydived, bungee jumped, driven a Lamborghini 200 mph, or even flown on the space shuttle, but they never experienced what Gina and I did during last year's vacation.

I can't tell you how many times we've discussed that vacation since. Funny thing is though; we've never got more than a few minutes into the conversation before we both wildly begin sexually attacking one another.

We discussed trying it again next vacation, but every time we get worked up we find ourselves fucking. Somehow we always come to our senses telling ourselves, "It was a one time experiment. It was a one in a trillion series of events that fell into place. Our marriage is still intact, and we'd like to keep it that way. Why on earth would we risk anything else?"

Yes, we always talk the good talk, but who am I kidding? The power of that experience will never leave our minds, and inevitably the tumblers will someday fall into place again... and I'm certain neither of us will be strong enough to fight it.

Three Days of Watching my Wife Fuck 2

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:03:10 +0300

Gina at this point had disappeared once again into the bathroom, as she began taking off her fingernail and toenail polish. She was fanatical about matching polish. She told us several times, "Hang in there, I'll be quick."

To me, I knew that meant ten minutes tops. They both were already feeling no pain, but I continued allowing them to partake of our alcohol, and they did big time. At one point Stan mixed a drink and walked to the bathroom, and just reached his arm in the closed door, saying, "Here, polishing your toenails can be a stressful thing I've been told you might need a drink."

They both giggled when and said, "What a gentleman, now go." It was almost as if everyone, including these young men, was trying to forget the previous night had ever occurred, or at least pretending to.

A couple of times Gina came out and grabbed another color of polish making a playful face at us as if to say, "Kiss my butt, I need my perfect color." Let me tell you, when she pranced out with her beautiful dress three-fourths up her beautifully tanned thighs, with it perfectly hugging her ass, everyone went silent.

She was stunning. There was no shred of doubt in my mind that they were immeasurably turned on by her being the sexiest older woman they had ever met, but most assuredly they were more turned on by the fact that they had both fucked her less than twenty-four hours before.

The ten minutes I suspected she would be tweaking her nail polish turned into more like forty minutes, especially now that she was talking to her mother on her cell phone. Gina, even while speaking to her mother, at one point said, "I'm out, bring me another."

The two guys almost fought to see which one could take her another drink first, when one spilled half the one he was carrying just taking it to the bathroom, while the other spilled half his reaching it in the door.

Gina finally came out after hanging up with her mother. I could tell she was as bubbly as ever and in a great mood as she said, "Oh, I see you hogs forgot about me again and decided to drink without me."

They both again began making her a drink as she smiled at me with a wrinkled nose as if she had two slaves. One of the guys then began to say, "We should actually wait until about 10:00 P.M., because you are sitting elbow to elbow with people before then. You'll have to wait for a half hour to get a refill on the crab plate."

Gina got a bummed look as she heard that and began saying, "We need to slow down on our drinking or we'll be crawling in that place." As she said it, she took a huge drink of her "Cape-Codder." We all began razzing her telling her to practice what she preached.

Around 10:30 P.M., and after lots of playful banter back and forth about who was drinking too much, one of the young men said, "We better be careful or we might find ourselves in the same situation as last night."

Gina was taking a huge gulp as he said it straight at me replying, "You realize that's not happening again; is it, Scott?"

Three Days of Watching my Wife Fuck

mybb@mybb.ru (Skyorg) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 00:00:47 +0300

She kept repeating as she playfully shoved with her right hand and blocked his hands with her knees, "No you can't have them; you're going to thank me tomorrow. You can't have them, you're all too drunk."

After a short while watching, I became wildly turned on by it, eventually blurting, "I know how you can get the keys."

He turned and joking said out of breath, "Hurry, tell me please. God she's strong."

One third of my reply was the alcohol talking, while the other two thirds was my overwhelmingly intense fantasy speaking, when I uttered, "You're just not reaching in the right spots."

He quickly laughed saying almost out of breath, "I can't get to her hand, she's friggin strong as hell."

I then replied, not quite knowing how Gina would react, "Tickling won't get them, but groping might."

Gina's mouth dropped slightly as she replied with a half smile, "Oh, nice, Scott, you just told a guy to grope me. Do you want to see them drive like this?"

I slammed back the rest of my drink and said, "No, I just wanted to see him grope you."

It was obvious I had made her a little angry and knew she was more than buzzed. After staring at me for a reaction, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, asking me "How's that, honey? Guess what? He still doesn't have the keys."

All but one of the guys began nervously laughing putting their shorts back on and gathering their things, with one chuckling as he exited the back door, "Hey if you get the keys and she doesn't kick the living shit out of you, we'll be back in the room, come get us."

The one inebriated guy, Brian, who stayed behind quickly began laughing telling his friend Stan, who by the way nervously still had his hand held to Gina's breast, "Um, I don't think the keys are on her boob. Ya might want to keep looking."

Now if you remember, Gina's entire mental makeup won't even allow for her to back down. Somewhere in her brain there is an executable file that reads, "Pissing_contest.exe/default/run/dam/the/consequences/."