Back room Stories

Growing up in a small, conservative farm town had a its benefits. But experiencing different cultures, seeing the world, and really expanding my personal boundaries are not some of those things. By the time I was 28 years old, I had finished college, had a master’s degree, and was back teaching math in my old high school. And I was bored! In spite of having been the “popular jock” back in my high school days, as well as b...

I studied each muscle in that slender neck as her mouth meticulously devoured her lovers swollen pussy. Each motion had specific intent, evidenced by the expressions on the lucky recipients face. The room was filled with perverted spectators but you could tell, these two were alone. I forced my way into their cerebral world. My own pussy began to quiver and open as if it was my cunt being eaten. As they finished, I slippe...

It was another hot, dry Texas day - the kind of day that made water thirsty. The countryside hadn't seen rain in several weeks. And the hot westernly wind picked up the sun-baked soil and threw dust into the air, making breathing even more difficult. It was 120 degrees outside, a temperature that broke the old record for the hottest day by two degrees. Nothing with any common sense was moving around outside in the stiflin...