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We’d been messaging each other, on and off, for what seemed ages, just a bit of mild flirting really, especially as I was in my late sixties and he was only nineteen, at least that’s what Steph told me, although he looked a lot younger than that in the photos he sent me!!! I must confess that I’d always been a bit ‘wary’ of going with a twink as, in my opinion, they did seem to be a bit too promiscuous for my liking. I’m a fine one to talk, mind you as I’m not usually that fussy xx Anyway, back to the story and how we came to be in Steph’s bedroom having sex. I was more than turned on by the… Read more

I’m pretty sure, up until then, the pair of us had never seen a five pound note, even in our wages, but I can still remember that it was dark blue and big, well it seemed big at the time. Mr Vaughn had told us that, if we were good, the men would give us a five pound note and all we had to do was what we’d did to mr Vaughn and his friends, lots of times before. Carol and I had sat, as ordered, very quietly, in the back of mr Vaughn’s Morris traveller with him driving and his friend Arthur, in the front passenger seat. We’d all met at his ‘shop’ around eight o’clock that evening and had dres… Read more

I was recently talking to another ‘hamster’ about my complicated sex life, well not now, but about ten or fifteen years ago. You’ll have to bear with me on this as it takes a bit of following, but hang on in there. Firstly I was married, well I still am although, as I worked away at that time we could lead fairly separate lives. I was lucky if I saw my wife more than once or twice, for a long weekend, every couple of months. Most of the time, when I wasn’t working away, or at least the time my wife thought I was, I stayed and slept with Sandra who, if you’ve read any other of my reminiscence… Read more

It was a beautiful late summer day in Santa Monica and i spent my last day walking, with Steve, along the lovely seafront boardwalk, having a few beers and reminiscing about the old times back in Bristol. Steve had arranged a going away party for me that evening and had invited some special friends over to make the evening go with a swing. One of the guests was Steve’s girlfriend Monica who I’d met at the dinner party a couple of nights previously and was a bit of a stunner. Steve had met her as an ‘e*****’ and they had become more than good friends over time and although she didn’t do ‘that’… Read more

I’d arranged to meet Debbie, over the Severn bridge, in a lay-by on the A48, to the north of Chepstow, in the late afternoon. The midday heat had now subsided and it was now a beautiful temperature. I always try to dress a little tarty and today was no exception as I had on my favourite pink summer body con mini dress, just a black bra, a thong and, probably, sillily, quite highish red heels, but I did feel good!! I didn’t have to wait long for Debbie who, I have to say, as she stepped out of her car, looked even more tarty than me, positively whory. Having said that, Debbie, with her very fem… Read more

My ‘activities’ up the park seemed to have played a big part in my sexual education during my early teenage years. I can remember a particular incident that happened during those hot summer months. Like I’d mentioned before our ‘gang’ used to meet, on the grassy slope, behind the bowling green. The girls and boys, in the main, started the evening in separate groups, the boys usually played a game of football and the girls just gossiping. It wasn’t till it getting a bit darker did we all get together and, not always, start ‘playing’ around and disappearing off into the bushes!!! There was a w… Read more

She looked amazing, absolutely oozing sex appeal and so so desirable!! Kaylee had just arrived at my hotel bedroom door, precisely on time and looking exactly as we’d agreed, dressed as a sophisticated street whore. A tight red satin basque top, short tarty black mini skirt, black sheer stockings and red high heeled ankle strap stilettos completed the stunning tarty look. Kaylee’s tall, well in her heels really tall but her slim feminine shapely body and legs that men can only dream off and I just knew, that moment, that I’d made the right decision and that the evening was, I’m sure, going to… Read more

Chapter one I’d been going to Ibiza for my summer holidays for several years now and just loved the sun, the sea and the sexual freedom that seems to exist on this idyllic island. In the past it had never been a problem cross dressing on an evening. 2009 was no different. I'd been into Ibiza Town on the last three nights, dressed as my alter ego, Suzy and every night I seemed to be getting more brazen and dressing more and more like a whore. The first couple of nights I'd just tested the waters and wore just a simple clothes, like a tee shirt top with a pair of skin tight jeans and heels. B… Read more

The next day we were again confined to camp learning more basic scouting skills but the next day, the five of us, were waved off for another days hiking, which again lasted only about a mile or so before mr Vaughn swung into view to pick us up and take us to the farm. This time there were even more men there and even a couple of women too but again, like the men, certainly over fifty. Mr Vaughn told Tony and myself that we were not to come into the barn when everyone else went in as today was a ‘special’ day but to stay in the lounge. The previous time we’d been to the farm mr Vaughn had… Read more

Things were very much on the change, regarding Carol and myself and we only went to Ian and Susan’s house, together, two or three times more although I did carry on going around on a Wednesday after college on my own to fuck Susan. Carol was increasingly being manipulated by her sister Linda and, to a lesser degree, by her pimp boyfriend Leroy and it seemed, whenever, I went around to see her she was out with the pair of them and I found out that she’d handed her notice in as a machinist at the factory and was now ‘on the game’, with her sister, full time, basically Things were definitely cha… Read more

As we’d both agreed, Carol and I steered well clear of Ian and Susan’s house, for a couple of weeks although we did see them, now and again, in the park when we walked Carols family pet. When we did see them they tried to persuade us to pop around one evening and clear the air but Carol wasn’t having it, whereas I was starting to miss Susan’s cunt even though I was getting enough, fucking Carol nearly every night. One evening, during the walk, Ian really worked on Carol, promising all sorts of things, gifts and the like, but, mainly, that he would be much more gentle with her, just ‘normal’ se… Read more

I suppose I ought to tell you a bit more about Carols sister and how she became part of the story. I’ve said before that I couldn’t remember her name but after racking my brains, I got a feeling that it was Linda, so we’ll stick with that name, for now anyway. Linda was about four or five years older than Carol and looked more like her mother, with dark hair as aposed to Carols blond locks, slimmer too, bit taller but with the same large breasts that Carol now had and a pair of stunning legs that seemed to go on forever. What made Linda special though, was not just her beauty but how she dre… Read more

Part one of this story regarding my meetings with Ian and Susan were mostly true or as best as I can remember them but as this story continues I may deviate a a little from the truth. Carol and I continued to visit Ian and Susan’s house usually on a Thursday night but sometimes on a Tuesday as well. Our visits usually followed the same routine in that Susan would invariably meet us at the door, always wearing either something ridiculously sexy, totally obscene or even completely naked but never without her signature red stiletto heels. Ian would be in the back room waiting for us, Carol in p… Read more

I’d already told about my girlfriend Carol, her dog and her mothers antics with it (see K9 antics story). Well, again as I’d mentioned, I used to meet Carol two or three evenings a week, in the local park, when she walked the dog, pretty well always, ending up, either in the bushes or somewhere secluded where she’d invariably wank me off and I’d give her little pussy a good fingering. It was probably the summer of 1960/61 when we started bumping into and then strolling along with another dog walking couple called Susan and Ian. They were older than both of us, probably in there early thirties… Read more

As I mentioned before in one of my earlier stories, on a Monday night I used to go to scouts and afterwards Barry would pick me up on his motorbike and take me back to mr Vaughns for some ‘fun and games’. Well once a year, during the summer holidays there would be an annual scout camp, for a fortnight, in the countryside. The would usually be about fifteen to twenty boys led by ‘skip’ Thompson, his wife, a couple of other adults and two or three ‘older’ scouts, aged about twenty who sometimes took there girlfriends. I remember going to a camp near Yeovil, another one on the south coast but the… Read more

I was probably about fifteen or sixteen, at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was still at school when it happened. I was going out with a girl called Carol who was about the same age as me if not a little older but quite advanced sexually for her age. We used to meet on an evening when she took her family dog for a walk to the local park. We would invariably end up in the bushes that surrounded the park for some heavy petting which always involved her wanking me off and me fingering her pussy. The dog, which was a family pet and a big one, was a cross between an Alsatian and a Labrador, and alw… Read more