I stepped out of the shower to find my older brother Randy standing at the mirror. He passed me a towel and went back to his shaving. I started drying off, quietly ignoring the wayward glances that came my way. To be honest, I was casting a few back at Randy. My brother was a nicely built hunk of manhood and was wearing just a pair of pyjama bottoms. His big cock was partly erect and visible through the fabric. I wondered...
Peter had a dilemma. He had rather fallen in love, or was it lust, and didn't know what to do about it! Peter chided himself for being an old fool. He ought to know better at his age. After all, he was thirty-five, for pity's sake, not some lovelorn teenager "young, dumb and full of cum”, as his American friend and former brother-in-law Bart would have succinctly put it. Bart had been a steadfast friend, particularly over...
Mrs. Forde was indeed having at least as much fun as her daughter, perhaps doubly so. She was now on her hands and knees on her bed, positioned diagonally across the corner. The only thing she wore was her sexy little high heels, and her ‘I HEART BBC’ necklace. Standing behind her was Ronny, who was very much enjoying fucking Mrs. Forde doggy style. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs moving over her stunning ass. Ron...
It had been two weeks since my last encounter with Alyson. Summer had just begun, but the weather had already started to turn hot. I was hiding under a shady spot, feeling miserable and wondering what to do. I was two weeks away from heading to my new college, and all my friends were enjoying the last days of their childhood, as they liked to call it, away from home. They asked me to join them, but I didn't have the money...
The carnival had sprung up on the seaside almost magically, as if it appeared overnight. As I walked up, I took in the towering Ferris wheel and the scent of funnel cakes and kettle corn. Though I had been to similar traveling carnivals along the coast as a child, I had never seen this particular one before. It was only here for a short season before moving on, yet it had a strange air of permanence in its decaying rides...
It was hot and sunny at the beach, and after a swim, we lay on our blanket and soaked up the sun. Throngs of beach-goers surrounded us, including a pair of young men on the blanket next to ours. I had noticed them watching Sharon when we came out of the water, their hungry eyes taking in her curves and jiggly breasts. When she kneeled on the blanket to towel off, she smiled at them, appreciating the young men's attention....
So, a little background about us: I’m thirty, and my wife is thirty-one; both are Canadian but are of Indian origin. I was born and raised here; she moved here when she was seven. I’m 5’11, and she’s 5’6 in height. I would describe her body as slim-thick, and she’s curvy in all the right places; while I'm personally an “ass man,” and she has a fantastic butt, it's her F-cup breasts that were the first thing that caught my...
Chapter 11: Horsing Around with Daddy = "Get down! Hands and knees!" Startled by Daddy’s abruptness, I obeyed quickly, dropping onto the carpet, then lifting my head to gaze up at my master, who jerked my chain viciously, pulling my collar hard into my neck. "You’ve had a lot of fun with Mummy, haven’t you?" "Yes, Daddy." My voice felt guttural; the collar was half choking me, and I found speaking difficult. "Well, now it...
It started when Wendy made a comment: "I love sucking young cock." Marcus chuckled, leaning back on the sofa in Wendy's living room while she licked along the length of his swollen cock. He had stripped nude and spread his legs, watching Wendy kneel on the floor in front of him, and lay back with his arms on the back of the sofa. "Any young cock?" he asked. "Or just big, black ones?" Wendy giggled and ran her tongue over...
If I think back to some of my most memorable parties from my early and mid-twenties, this story always comes to mind. My friend Adam had rented a trailer for the summer; it was only a twenty-minute drive out of town. I found myself spending a lot of time there that year. It was excellent, summer nights drinking and celebrating not having to grow up yet. One day I left work, picked up some alcohol, and made my way straight...
The Chuffing The huffing and puffing, the rutting, and, oh, the continual chuffing. His enormous, fat, wide, long, drooling cock sliding into me - pounding into me - marking me as his, my womb wide open to his wild, animal-like ministrations. The chuffing. I say this as I am coming awake, or something, into a more conscious state from the perpetual, aching, swooning orgasm he has been giving me for the past thirty minutes...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I thought of being spit-roasted and roughly fucked by two guys at the same time, and my pussy started leaking again. Through the front window, I could see Charlie chattering away with a Black kid who was taller than he was but thinner. They weren’t looking at me, but talking excitedly to each other. And Charlie was right. Jaden was gorgeous! I still didn’t know what I wanted to do – but my body did. Feelin...
With a cup of coffee in front of me, I faced my day with little to look forward to. Since I had returned from my Jamaican adventure, I'd had to content myself with 'Black Jim,' my ten-inch dildo. I craved real BBC; however, hubby had been on me like a fly on shit since my return from my vacation. Clarence, the resort's owner, had made me a tempting offer to go and help him manage the singles resort where I would have had...
It was one of those languid summer afternoons so rare in England, when all one wants to do is to doze in the drowsy air, half drugged by the sweet scent of wild flowers, and lulled by the murmuring of the bees, busy in their task of gathering pollen. It was a time for pleasant daydreams of sensual pleasure, and Alice was lying half hidden in the long grass by the river bank, her reverie undisturbed by the lapping of the w...
I was definitely going to Hell for regularly banging the mother of one of my best friends. Andy was still unaware I was sleeping with his mom. I couldn’t get enough of her; she was my dirty little secret. Sex with a mature, older woman was impossible to resist. There were times when I felt guilt, but my penis never felt the shame, it did most of the thinking for me. One day Steve called me, It had been about five weeks si...
