My looser brother got him,his wife and there baby evicted so my wife and i have been letting them rent a room in my house what my jack ass brother doesn't know is i have an arrangement with his wife he pays 500$ a month and she is my little fuck toy and gets her pussy filled a few times a week by me  and some times my wife her and i have kinky 3 sums as well i know my brother has a tiny dick he always has so his wifes pussy is very tight and she has told my wife and i she cant cum from fucking him 

Last night I found my brother's fleshlight and masturbated to it.

I've always had a BILF fetish, and I'm constantly dropping hints I'd let him fuck the shit out of me. Sometimes I feel like he gets them and gets excited at the idea, but isn't sure if it'd be too risky to actually atempt something. Last night he was sleeping at his girlfriend's house and I went into his room.
I was looking for his underwear drawer, where I was planning to hide one of my used panties. However, when I opened it, I saw a fleshlight. It had apparently been used recently, since it wasn't exactly 'clean'.
I took it back to my room with me, and came sooo hard rubbing it against my wet pussy. The idea of him cumming inside it, and then having it rubbing on me like that and making me cum all over it too was driving me insane. I also kept thinking he was probably fucking his girlfriend at the same time, completely unaware of what I was doing, which was even better.
After I was done, and had gotten it all wet and juicy, I put it back in his drawer, along with the panties I mentioned before.
Do you think he'll finally get the message? I hope he likes this little gfit.

See, here’s the thing. I have a choice. I have an old jerking buddy who’s going to be in town this weekend and I have a chance to get off with him. More than jerking, he’s one of the ones I can suck and 69 with. We’ve done it every couple of years for a few years now.

On the other hand, there’s a GILF who comes into my place of work. Tiny thing. 70+. 5 foot. Maybe 110 pounds. Great taste in clothes. Former New York party girl circa 1970. I complimented her shoes yesterday, these great patent leather and calf loafers. Black. High dollar. Bright socks. She told me about them. I told her I thought they were kinky and she said, “Kinky, huh?” and then she asked me out for a drink.

The problem is that my buddy will be here for just a few hours on Saturday evening on his way through. Not even for overnight like he usualloy is. My GILF friend asked me out specifically for the same few hours. I can either risk turning her down and go for a sure thing and cum with someone who knows how to get me off OR I can hope to get to strip my little gremlin granny down to her loafers and get kinky. Hinted at but not a sure thing. Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. 75 or no, she’s fit and tight. I’d like to see just how tight.

I confession that I can’t decide. Cock or cunt. I haven’t had this problem since I was a lad, banging a brother and a sister (No, not and never at the same time).

A brother I met on the Internet made love in a hotel and insisted on making a video for me. Let's play a little bit. What do you think?You can ask me out😘😘

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

round 3: again my mother was drinking so i wait for her to go to bed to transform me, but this time it took me too long to transform and my mother had already passed out, how boring since i have to wait 5 hours before returning to my normal form. mommy's pussy is very warm and i fall asleep for 1 hour waiting and my brother comes into the room and starts talking to my mother, i don't pay much attention to it but my surprise would come when my brother pulls down her panties and stays looking at my mother's pussy. (i am transformed into my mother's pussy and i still have 4 hours to go before returning to my form, i desperately try to get my mother to wake up but it doesn't work she is snoring and she won't wake up, oh no now what will i do i am stuck in this form and i can't do anything). my brother begins to insert the tip of his penis inside me little by little i begin to get wet and i can't help it, i just want to escape !!!  It doesn't take long before he starts to aggressively introduce it, my mother between her snores begins to release very light moans, I also begin to feel very good, my brother continues like this for 30 minutes without stopping and I am already surrendered to him, ecstasy invades me and it feels very good, my mother continues moaning between snores. 30 minutes later my brother finally cums and the bastard makes me a creampie, he goes back to his room. I wait all creamy because of him for time to run out. Once I return to my body I enter my mother's room and begin to talk to her but nothing, she continues snoring so I lie down next to her and begin to introduce my penis in her pussy it is still creamy and warm, OMG my mother's vagina feels incredible (I do not blame my bastard brother for what he did to me).  I continue fucking my mother and she keeps moaning and snoring. After a while I can't take it anymore and I cum in mommy's pussy. I return to my room satisfied.

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Good sisters lock their brother's little cocks and keep the 🔑 

Almost want to send this to my sister. Shes 8 years older than me. And i have to say there has been many things said and done by my sister. That i have questioned my entire life. Little comments here and there that just were so strange. Like i remember one time she told me that she blieves that in a past life that instead of me and her being brother and sister. She really believes that me and her were husband and wife. Anytime i ever get interested in a woman. When she finds out she gets so pissed. Like as if i was cheating on her. And another thing that  happened about 8 months ago really made me start to think my sister wants to be with me. Well she works from home and always works in her pajamas all day. Well her husband got a job working a state away so he was gone during the week. Well not long after he started working away. My sister starts texting me to come to her house she said i have some stuff for you to take. I said ok and went over there about a hour later. Well when she answerrs the door shes not in her pajamas like she always always wears during the day. This fucking time she had her makeup done her hair in a poney tail and wearing a tank top which my sister has big tits. So when she wears shit like that her cleavage is honestly really nice to look at. And wearing a fucking skirt! I mean really though a damn skirt. She did this everytime i went when her husband was away at work. Theres other shit i cant remember at the moment. But what do yall think is going on? Am i trippin or is my sister trying to passive aggressively come onto me? This is a real story btw theres no fucking way im taking the time to type all this shit for some bullshit story. Im literaly trying to figure out if my sister is coming onto me. I almost want to do something to see how she reacts. Or do like her and make little comments. 

I was at a wedding this week with my girlfriend. Also at the wedding was an old girlfriend that my current doesn’t know about. And just before the wedding, do you remember the homeless woman I told you about who gives me head in her camper in exchange for groceries and small amounts of cash? She is so good at what she does. Which is nice because my girlfriend doesn’t like to give head so hers is barely foreplay.

So, yesterday I woke up with my girlfriend at her house. She looked so good coming out of the shower that I couldn’t resist. When we were done, she showered again, told me to keep my hands off until after the wedding. She still looked good.

She went out the liquor store and to the dry cleaners and then downtown to pick up the gift. On my way home to change, I stopped at Walmart and picked up a few groceries. My girlfriend works tonight after taking yesterday off, she works in a care home and they’re short-staffed, so I wanted to have something over to my side chicks truck and trailer for this evening. She’s going to be moving on to a new town before the end of month after visiting some friends in Kansas for Labor Day so I want to get as much head in as I can before she wanders away. Still haven’t gotten to fuck her but if I do, I’ll let you know. Got her a refill on her propane tank at the Home Depot and dropped off the groceries. In exchange for a blowjob, of course. Where my girlfriend isn’t fond of giving head, and quite honestly isn’t good at it, my side chick loves it. She turns on the air conditioner in the trailer, gets naked, takes down my pants, and away we go. She doesn’t always swallow but yesterday she did.

Went home, got changed, then picked up the little woman and went to the wedding.

My current girlfriend was talking to the bride, and the bridesmaids, and who knows who else. They’re all her friends and I didn’t know anyone. I was merely a Plus 1. Sitting at a back table while the little lady was socializing I was joined by that ex-girlfriend, who was also a Plus 1. Her brother is a friend of the groom’s. Long story short, in a changing room at the event venue, I end up with her with her dress up, panties down, hands around her still small waist, bumping up against her bigger ass, deep in a pussy that was so much wetter than I remember it being, getting a quickie in. Maybe four minutes. I’d already cum twice that day and probably didn’t squeeze much up into her but it was good enough for both of us. Her panties are still in the pocket of my suit coat.

Three different women in one day. I’m pretty sure I haven’t done that since I was 19. So, what 40 years ago? All of those would be grannies by now. I only got to fuck two of them (yesterday) and one of those was just tearing off a quickie, but damn it, there’s no reason to give up. Older, balding, grey, and I still have a little pull.

I’m going over to the side chick’s tonight. If it comes up, I hope I’ve recharged enough. I don’t know though. Might have to take a night off. Feels good to be able to say that.

Little brothers girlfriend has made me spill so much seed.