Nike sex stories

Kenny & Deanne Play Doctor I grew up in the 1970s during the time of "sexual enlightenment." It seems like I had always known what sex was about. My parents quietly and unemotionally explained the basics of sexuality, and answered my questions openly.

Degrading A Young lady Rebecca was 22, tall and blonde, but was a virgin and had never been kissed because guys didn’t like her arrogant attitude. Whilst being very insecure on the inside, she portrayed a snobby personality and ‘looked down’ on others.

Alone Time: Jean and Lou Lou's father Bill and Jean's mother Joy have recently gotten married. They have very little time to be alone with each other though. Today Jean has devised a plan to drag Lou out of the house to give her mother some time to get to know her new husband a little better.

One Day's Work Bethany Taylor couldn’t believe her luck. The eighteen-year-old had been wanting to break into modeling and even decided to forego college to pursue her dream. She naively thought it would be a slam dunk for her – a 5’4” natural blonde, lithe but with perky C-cups and a cute ass.

Friendly Skies I am Josh, a 31 year old who lives in Los Angeles and works for one of the prestigious universities out here. My life could have been headed in an entirely different direction had a basketball injury in my senior year while playing for the very college I now work for not happened. At 6'2" plus my muscular frame I was ideal for the sport.

Under her spell It was an ordinary Thursday afternoon and I was alone in my room, fully engrossed in massacring my friends on my computer, when suddenly my bloody rampage was rudely interrupted by my younger sister barging into my bedroom.

Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part III “We need to talk” was all mom said. The proud smile had vanished from her face and was replaced by a serious, almost grim expression. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I had thought our parents would be glad they wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.

Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part II Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part I My aimless wandering had led me to the small playground, where finally I sat down in one of the swings. I had not realized how long I had been sitting there, lost in thought, until my growling stomach reminded me I hadn't eaten since breakfast, ten hours ago. As I looked at the time, I was surprised to see how much time had passed since mom and I had exited the bath house.

The Wedding Gift I had spent the last day and a half travelling halfway around the world to come home and marry my childhood sweetheart. I had known Julie nearly all my life, but we sort of lost contact when she moved to another city to go to university.

The taboo challenge I was meeting Anne for a drink to celebrate the end of the week. Like every Friday afternoon, we met in the bar across the street for margaritas and salted pretzels. I had already ordered cocktails for two and was waiting for my friend to arrive.

Sheepshaggin Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m twenty years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast. Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university.

Sharing a shower with Mom It was the summer after my highschool graduation, and my dad had decided our family should go on this camping trip. A few years ago he had bought a tattered vintage 1960’s caravan and he had spent most of his free time on its restoration.

Payback In a matter of seconds, one’s life can change forever. This is the story of how precisely that happened to me, when a dream I didn’t even know I had, had just come true. This transformative experience befell me on what might have been a typical Sunday afternoon, a day that actually started off quite dull and frustrating…

My Sisters’ Tits I grabbed Vanessa’s waist with both hands and slammed my hips into her heart-shaped butt, forcing the air from her lungs and making her squeal out loud. She twisted her head around so she could look at me as she gaspingly spurred me on to fuck her even harder.

Creatures of the night Marshal John Harris was doing his evening round through town. He could almost taste the anxiety in the air, as he knew the whole town was dreading to face another night with the creatures. It was getting dark; the boys and girls ought to be already locked up in their cribs.

 If I had to pinpoint one thing in my life that struck true, undiluted fear into me, it was flying.

I was a senior year of high school and I needed a date for prom. I hadn't even planned on going to prom; but the "this isn't an option Justin" from my dad stopped that thought. He still thinks I'm gay and I can't convince him otherwise; which meant I had to find a date, or he was going to flip out.

 It was early in the afternoon when I rolled up the driveway and parked the dented old rental in front of the garage. Ordinarily I wouldn’t be coming home at this hour, and this time it wasn’t exactly by choice either.