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realoldbill
Over 90 days ago
Male, 154

Stories

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Making My Sister

An eager male makes his younger sister his sex slave.

At her “sweet 16” birthday party my sister’s friends got together and gave her this very realistic dildo. I mean it’s realistic if you think there are some foot-long cocks out there. The thing is huge and curved like a banana and made of stuff that really feels like skin. And it has a big set of balls in a wrinkled sack as a kind of handle and a head that looks like a helmet. I found where she hid it two days after the pa...

The New Girl

My son and I enjoy the girl I bought.

Old Silas came puffing into the station that morning looking worried. His antique pick-up with piled full of his junk and a few pieces of furniture. He came into the office with a pretty girl by the wrist and sat her down. “Bill, my buddy, what’ll y’give me for her? I got to get out a’town.” “What’s wrong?” I asked, admiring the youngster on the chair in her tight t-shirt and grimy Levis. She was barefoot and her hair a t...

Doing Sis a Favor

Older sister and younger brother take each other's cherries.

Billy, come here,” my sister demanded. “I need a favor.” So I stopped what I was doing and crossed the hall. She was lying on her bed, naked, one knee raised and smiling at me. I blinked at her and waited, feeling my cock tremble, unable to stop looking at her soft mound. My sister was super hot, a college freshman with a killer body, a fine athlete and a real brain. She smiled at me and licked her lips. Her pussy’s brigh...

At the Beach

A substitute chaperone finds the job worth doing.

So, to celebrate their high school graducation, I got dragooned into driving my sister, three of her squealing friends and one mother-type chaperone down to the beach for a week in the sun, and then going down to fetch them the next Sunday. The early-morning trip would have been a lot easier with earplugs, but Mrs. Prentice, whose daughter Patricia was a beauty, seemed to be used to the clamor. I found their little cottag...

At the Beach

A proxy chaperone finds the job worthwhile

So I got dragooned into driving my sister, three of her squealing friends and one mother-type chaperone down to the beach for a week in the sun, and then going down to fetch them the next Sunday. The early-morning trip would have been a lot easier with earplugs, but Mrs. Prentice, whose daughter Patricia was a beauty, seemed to be used to the clamor. I found their little cottage and they piled out squealing while I unload...