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High times

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I couldn’t believe how fucking hot my sister is. She’s absolutely stunning—long toned legs, smooth golden skin that glows, a tiny waist that curves out into the most perfect plump heart-shaped ass, and full perky tits that bounce teasingly with every move. Her face is pure sex: big sparkling eyes, soft pouty lips, and that sweet flirty smile she gives me that makes my cock twitch instantly. She knows she’s gorgeous, and the way she carries herself in those tiny outfits drives me wild with perverted thoughts.I waited until she stepped out of the shower and left the bathroom, then slipped inside like the depraved brother I am. The moment the door clicked shut, I spotted her old crusted thong crumpled on the wet tile floor, the crotch panel still molded perfectly into the shape of her juicy cunt. Thick, pearly-white creamy discharge had dried into glossy streaks and flaky patches, tracing every soft fold and puffy lip, with a deeper sticky spot right where her clit had rubbed all day. The fabric held the exact imprint of her pretty pussy like a filthy cast of her wetness.My cock was already throbbing hard. I snatched up the thong and shoved the crusted crotch straight into my face, burying my nose deep in the molded shape. I inhaled greedily, letting that warm, sweet, tangy scent of her wet cunt flood my lungs—rich feminine musk mixed with creamy girl-juice. “Fuck yes… smell your hot sister’s pretty pussy,” I groaned, dragging my tongue slowly across the dried crust, tasting the faint salty-sweet flavor while picturing her perfect body spread open for me.The scent was so intoxicating that I couldn’t stop there. I pulled my aching cock out and started stroking furiously while keeping the thong pressed to my face. It only took a minute before I was panting, balls tightening. I aimed the head of my dick right at her toothbrush sitting on the counter and blew a thick, heavy load all over the bristles—ropes of warm cum splattering and coating them completely, mixing with the leftover toothpaste. Some even dripped down the handle. I milked out every drop, making sure her toothbrush was thoroughly creamed with my load.Heart pounding with how fucked up this was, I quickly wiped the excess off my hand, stuffed the thong back onto the floor exactly where I found it, and slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Her cunt stench was still thick and warm in my nose, clinging to my face like a dirty secret.The second I stepped into the hallway, I bumped straight into her.She was standing right there, fresh from the shower, drying her long wet hair with a towel. She wore nothing but a tiny pair of tight booty shorts that rode high on her smooth thighs and barely covered the bottom curve of her perfect ass. Her perky tits jiggled under a loose tank top, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She looked so fucking sexy and casual.She smiled at me with that sweet, everyday sisterly smile, still rubbing the towel through her hair. “Hey bro,” she said in her normal, cheerful voice, exactly like she always talks to me. “You okay? You look a little flushed.”Her big sparkling eyes locked on mine while the heavy stench of her own crusted cunt was still burning deep in my nose, mixing with the memory of my cum on her toothbrush. I could still taste her dried pussy cream on my lips from licking the thong.“Yeah… I’m good,” I mumbled, trying not to stare at how those tiny booty shorts hugged her plump pussy mound.She tilted her head cutely, still smiling. “What’s for dinner tonight? I’m starving.” Her voice stayed so sweet and normal, completely unaware (or pretending to be) while my face reeked of her wet cunt and her toothbrush sat there covered in my fresh load mixed with her own dried discharge.Before I could answer, she gave me a little wave and headed back toward the bathroom. “I’ll be quick—I just need to brush my teeth before bed.”I froze in the hallway, cock still half-hard, as she disappeared inside and closed the door. A minute later I heard the faucet running, then the soft brushing sounds. She was brushing her teeth with my cum smeared all over the bristles, probably tasting the salty mix blended with whatever was left of her own crusted pussy juice from the thong I’d rubbed on it earlier. The thought made my stomach twist with perverted shame and lust.A few minutes later she came out, lips shiny, still in those tiny booty shorts and tank top. She walked right up to me, smiling brightly as she flipped her now-dry hair over her shoulder. “Goodnight, bro,” she said in that same sweet, casual voice, leaning in just a little so her perky tits brushed close. “Sleep well. See you in the morning.”

I reconnected with an old friend through a job we both worked and it set into motion one of the hottest times of my life. During this time im 37. After getting along so well he asks me to roommate with him in his double wide that is sitting on 10 acres of land.  He is 41, His girlfriend, 43, of several years also lives there and so does his tween daughter. So his da7ghter had come up to the workshop when we pulled Saturday shift.  I was around her a year prior to moving in and she was familiar with who I was. Now the rooming situations were that he and his old lady (who was built like a linebacker pit bull and ignorant as a bag of rocks) have their bedroom in the front near the entrance then you walked through the kitchen into a living room and his daughters room was more like a extension of the livng room and the trailer has a  large glass wall dividing the living room wnd her room and thatbwall imitatined French lattice windows where you could see into her ro9m. Directly outside her door was my barn door style entrance to my room that i was renting at the end cap 9f the trailer, furnshed and with a private full bath. So settling in was intresteing because I use and parTy. His girl is so dufuking cute and small and tight and adorable and she latches onto me for attention several weeks after becoming comfortable around me since her father is normally busy also getting high.  The daughter is enrolled in cheer and gymnastics so in my freetime around tyenhouse im constantly being hounded by this sweet faced 75lb brunette girl who decides im cheer coach. Now im taking a knee and lifting her up by her feet so she can practice balancing. My friend likes the friendship we develop and encourages the behavior. I then have to sit through handstands and cart wheels and dance routines and im acting un engaged and slightly annoyed but inside  I am having intense visions of co platelet destroying this perfect u touched treasure. She would have me throw her onto my bed in the covers and I would fantasize how it would be if I snatched her up tied and bound and gagged the little tart and instead would throw her onto my bed with a raging hard on in a circumstance she didn't quite understand the gravity of just yet. Never the less I was having g my fun each night l8ghting up high as giraffe pussy and furiously masterbatingnto these thoughts. I would sneak into the kitchen and listen to my friend and his live in fuck for a while and they seemed very vanilla no verbal domination or submission in fact I do t think they ever explored that stuff. Now there came a night we're his daughter had come home and was found to be bullying other girls at school and also receiving bad marks and after dinner she was t9 be disciplined. I bee lined to my room and the family went to their room. She was sentenced to 10 spankings with the belt. Oh my god when I heard her beg for mercy up until that still quiet ⏸️ that erupted into  yelps and screams from the crisp contact of leather on s9ftnskin got me harder than i had ever been and i vowed to install a camera to gather footage and watch it for my personal enjoyment and horniness  the next chance I got. N6 weeks passes and still she is fucking up and I have the stage set. When I got to the footage it's her being directed by dad to undress from her shorts. The cute little rear end wiggles out of its denim prison and she has on mickey mouse graphic panties. Next thing she is being ordered to also m lower that article of cloth and the most perfect tiniest hoiney emerges from that damn mouses facade. Her mound is exquisite but only briefly shown as she 8s doubled m over the edge 9fnthe bednwith that shapely the little athletic ass blinked out. Then co es the pleading and looking back to her father and thatbdeo8cous anxiety wrought on her face and in her eyes. Blows land and she is snsqueezing her eyes shut and balling her little fist together and sticking her arms straight away behind her.while shuddering after each impact bracing for her father's next stroke. Omg what a scene to behold. So that becom3s a corner stone in my spank bank and lives goes on. Weeks pass and the my roommates gf has her birthday come up and they lay a surprise chaperone upon me while they head to Oklahoma to gamble. Ho-lee=fook next thingni know I'm in charge of the daughter and two m of her cheer girlfriends maybe over night depending on the substance intake. I'll continue with more soon. 

I did a lot of boring babysitting for cash in high school. I confess that when I was an 18 year old senior things got interesting. A couple I worked for came home quite late and a bit tipsy. I'd already put their little ones to bed & was just hanging out. They were very appreciative and had really enjoyed a night out. It had been a while since they'd had a "date" night. Since I was walking distance, they asked if I'd like to join them for a night cap. I said sure & we drank & chatted.
The wife was always affectionate with me but tonight she was positively flirty! She touched my thigh several times while making points & we sat snuggled into the love seat with her husband on the adjacent couch. They let slip that they hadn't had much sex lately due to work/family committments. I expressed shock since they were so hot...(30's, fit, geat bods) I even joked that while straight they were so cute I'd fuck both of them. They laughed and the wife looked at me and said that she'd definitely go lez for me too!
At this point I was tipsy too and very horny. I can't believe I asked them if they would like to do more than flirt and took my top off. The wife wasted no time & we started making out as the husband gort naked. He came over & I sucked his big cock while she got undressed and stripped off the rest of my clothes. We ended up having a threesome right there on the floo! We couldn't risk waking anybody up by going upstairs. The wife and i even ate each other out...guess we weren't THAT straight lol! We did it one more time before I graduated & I had sex on the side with the wife a few more times. So much fun!

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I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

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Fresh picked from Mom's garden, highly doubt I could eat it all in one sitting but maybe I can take it all sitting on it...

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Something about those knee highs

There was a spring that I went with my family on a trip to a national park. We stayed outside of the park, at a campground, and drove all around to do the touristy stuff. These days I might be one of those weird people that actually get along with their family and don't mind the time together. The campground was nice and each loop had a few cabins and space for RVs but the best part was that you couldn't see any of the other campers from your little lot. A few cousins and I ended up in a cabin so the RVs wouldn't be so packed, (knowing this place - no - not an incest story). This is all context to tell you that there was only one communal bath-compound thing.

Glory Holes. I'm not going to try to surprise you all. Its dicks in holes in walls so dicks can get into other holes. The women had their half of public bathroom / showers and so did the men. Anyone in a cabin didn't have a shower, and my little node of the family trip only brought our pop-up which my parents were in. It was an AMAZING place (I have gone back and the whole loop was moved, and bathrooms updated). I spent the whole first day running, hiking, biking all around the campground which is what led me to the showers. When I went in the showers were full, and I was only hoping to get a rinse down before dinner and then go back for a real shower later. I stalled for time by ducking into one of the stalls. I sat down on the pot and sent a text to my parents knowing them i'd be about 15min late, and set a reminder for myself. The hole wasnt in my stall, but I did hear some other people tittering about it as they told their friends on the way out. I had gloryhole experience before, once, and itd been an experience. Not exactly fun but hot then and hotter in retrospect. I scooted out real quick and checked in the empty stalls until i got to the one with the hole, second from last stall.

It was an old stall wall that had been repaired a few times already and was only just attached to the wall. plywood had been screwed to both sides to hold the toilet paper racks on. They had, of course, been broken off and a hole made in the plywood. I flushed the toilet (gross) and waited for a shower to open up while trying not to let my heart beat out of my chest. To help I was going to scroll through my feed but the bathroom door opened and my eyes snapped to the hole and were transfixed on the wierd beige green of the opposite stall wall. I remember I could see someone had tried to scratch the swastika on the wall but fucked it up, and then tried to scratch out their mistake. The stupidity of it made me laugh by accident and i think that was what made that person enter the opposite stall. I also think they knew about the gloryhole because the guy came into the stall already unzipping his shorts and his dick was already half hard. He was a white guy, some kind of labor worker judging by the insane farmers tan he had going on. He was older than i was, as most of the guys i serviced on that vacation were, but his was the first; somewhere near the end of his college days i guessed. i fully admit to getting on my knees as soon as the stall door opened, at first so i could get a better view but - yeah, i know how that sounds. he paused for half a second but was flattening his hips against the wall and shoving his dick through almost instantly. 'get it, bitch' he said in his most 'street' sounding voice. It was bad enough that i noticed how fake it sounded, which made me laugh again and at this point, fully coming to the cold sober realization that i had easily agreed to his demands. my laugh was more like a hum around his dick and he cooed in response. I'd had gloryhole experience before, and gay sex, but really nothing that let me stay in control, but this was all control. This stranger just had to belly up to the wall and enjoy whatever i did, or be sad with what i chose not to do. i could do what i wanted in that stall and, for that lucky guy, i used myself on his cock. As soon as it was hard i was trying to get it farther and farther down my throat. He whimpered quietly while people came and went around us and i alternated between swirling my tounge on the head of his dick and making the sloppiest mess of my mouth that i could; his cock inching down my throat each bob of my head.

I could smell the sweat of him from the warm spring night. he made the smallest thrusting motions that i found adorable. I wished the hole would have been bigger than it was because right then i really wanted to slip a hand around behind this guy and finger his ass too. i was so super charged on lust i mumbled "i want it' around his dick. In truth i wasnt having all that hard of a time, he was maybe 5 long and not super thick. he was veiny though and feeling the blood pulsing in the veins of that organ was getting me very, very high. I thought he was cumming, and he might have...at first. the hot splash i was expecting hit my throat and not knowing that i could, i opened up my throat to simply take it. the stream got stronger after two seconds and i realized he was pissing directly down my throat and into my stomach. I could feel it splashing and filling me up. it was a shock, and gross, and rude and- and- and....it was so so hot. i couldn't handle the gross shock and the gross revelation at the same time and i puked. the guy laughed, packed up and was out of the bathroom before i had time to finish heaving. a horrible thought occured to me and i checked the timer id set for myself; 8 minutes left. desperate and scared someone would know what happened to me I peeked out from my stall at the showers. they were small things with a privacy curtain, a tiny room to leave your clothes, and the shower - two were open. I literally ran in and rinsed myself off as best I could and made it back in time for dinner. I packed those four or five minutes up and put them on the 'do not disturb' shelf in my mind for a long time after that and went on about life. It took me years to wrap my head around how i felt about it - but i wish i could make myself relive it, and stay on him.

After dinner I was still having small panic attacks that someone near me would say i smelled like piss. every sip from my drink reminded me. i caught myself wondering if anyone i knew would do something like that to someone else. would they enjoy it? I waited until later in the night before heading back for a proper shower. with my towel and shampoo under arm i looked around at our campsite loop and noted eight RVs with as many cabins; all looked to have some kind of occupancy. There were at least four other families i saw in our loop alone, and the one directly across from ours looked full earlier that day also. I wondered how busy the bathroom would be during our stay, and how likely it was that it might be too busy for what i was hoping for. nobody came in while i was taking my shower, or the half hour i sat in the bathroom stall after that.

It was early the next morning, when i stopped in after a run. my stall was open so i went in and finished peeing before anyone else came in. I sniffed reflexively. Im still not sure if I was hoping pissman would come back or not. The first person did their business and left but someone came in soon after them, and more after that. I looked at my watch. 8:20am. I'd be in residence at 8am sharp most days after that, but someone did enter my companion stall. He was taller and had on basketball shorts which he pulled down right away and started to piss. I was suffering flashbacks and being in that stall, with the smell of pee baked into the floor, and hearing it hit water made me gag. I stood up, the movement caught the other guys attention in the exposed hole. I watched him back off and put himself away quickly. I very sensually approached the hole, aware all he'd be able to see was the Y of my crotch, and swayed side to side a little. I could hear him say something, but i did get 'oh shit - something - real.' I think he didn't think they were real, which made me smile. I know how to use my smile. squatting down I put my mouth right to the hole so he could see my grin and blew a small kiss his way. he couldn't see who i was, i know that, but it was still a terrifying rush. I was hooked. he was cute and put his crotch to the hole, shorts and all, which was its own kind of hot; kissing dick through clothes and feeling it get hard is fun too. eventually i stopped when he wasn't taking his shorts down and frowned. he backed up enough to see my frown and paused. his hands were shaking like a leaf. I still think it was his first time with a guy. Eventually I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to. "uumm, fine." he said weakly, then leaned down and whispered to me "just the tip".

the next second his dick was through and I knew right away it wasn't going to be just the tip. It was, for about two minutes, I stayed on his cockhead like glue and he melted against the wall. Then i started to go a little deeper on him and that made his cock jump every time i did. I could hear him whispering something every time i went down but if he was complaining I couldn't tell. it went on like this for five or six minutes, lavishly slobbering over and sucking this absolute stranger's cock and i was in a total fog. I could have stayed there all day. Someone knocked on my friend's door, I was beginning to think he couldn't cum becasue he knew i had to be a guy, but the knock on the door shocked him and he jumped which sent his dick down my throat and it started erupting with rope after rope of thick cum. my partner said "Yaaaaah!" when the knock came at his door. Poor guy had to be terrified he'd been caught. The person that knocked laughed uproriously at my partner's little scream. He packed up fast and bolted out too.

I spent a lot of time in that stall that trip, and a good bit in the showers. Im sure there were seven total partners i had, and i remember the details about them all, if anyone is interested.

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This is a really real, all genuine life experience of mine. I can't prove any of it becuase im not a moron who takes selfies for proof.

You can ask me about ANY of these details, or more, and I'll be happy to chat. I've left some descriptors out that might make it more fun.

I have more stories so there will be more of these. it feels good to unload this memory somewhere else besides my own thoughts.