I peek out of the locker room door. Everyone has left. Nervous, I feel apprehensive about leaving the safety of my hiding place. My pussy is soaking wet. I think of last week when I was taken. I hated him for it. Yet every time I thought of him tearing my leotard, my desire to be retaken rages within me. I have not told my boyfriend yet. He has left for a year. We talked on the phone every night. He said he could hear som...
The little sleepover with two equally horny playmates the other day left my testicles drained and I mostly sleepwalked through the week. I woke up Saturday morning knowing I needed to mow a couple of lawns on what was promising to be a sweltering late-summer day. But then I remembered that one of the lawns belonged to hot Mrs. Candace Johnson. My morning wood surged, and my nut juice stirred. I headed for the shower. The...
"You're so good with them, Claire," Jason said, handing her the typical two twenty-dollar bills. "Thanks for watching Adi and Jay tonight. This time of year, it is so hard for me to get home at a regular hour." Claire looked up at him with her wide, innocent eyes. "It's no problem, Mr. Wyatt. They're great kids." Jason noticed the faint blush that crept up her cheeks. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her chest,...
The Birthday Heidi was the captain of the school 1st team netball squad, standing 5’10 with light brown hair and deep blue eyes, with a lithe figure, and small firm breasts she had the perfect combination of looks and an easy going confidence belied by a kind and thoughtful nature which made her popular with both teachers and pupils alike but certainly not someone who would change to please others. For the last year she h...
When Thomas finally joined Janet in bed, he tried to avoid waking her. He harbored guilty feelings about fucking his neighbor, Kate, and hoped to avoid a confrontation. His stepmother had seemed nonplused upon his arrival, but she also had a knowing smirk that could have meant many things. It wasn't as if Thomas and Janet were in a romantic relationship. Even though their bond was as a stepmother and stepson, it was more...
I was born in England in 1946 and emigrated to Canada in 1968. I've had many adventures and experiences in my life including a rich and varied sex life. I turned seventeen in 1963 but was still woefully lacking in sexual experience but I was an accomplished masturbator. I was sexually attracted to any reasonably attractive female, especially older women many of whom were neighbours. One lady in particular monopolized my w...
The funeral was officially a thing of the past. That didn't mean that the mourning was over, but Thomas was happy to have the last few weeks done with. The death of his father, Glen, and subsequent events surrounding his sudden illness had exhausted both him and his stepmother. Despite the kindness of friends and neighbors, the preparations for the funeral and memorial had been emotionally and physically draining for both...
Although, I wanted, probably needed, to go and see Grace, I felt guilty about what I had done the previous week and, I knew, intended to do again. I had said and done the most awful things to her and, although I did not think that I had done anything wrong, I also felt that in some way I must have. I was only nineteen and nowhere bear as sure of myself as I think I sometimes seemed. I had quite brutally fucked and abused...
Kelse When I was younger, I was never very popular and if it wasn't for my asshole brother, Chad, I wouldn't have even met my best friend. Chad and Karin's relationship began before I met her, Chad being the allegedly cool older guy and Karin being young enough to still be impressed by a guy with a reliable car. As much as I didn't get along with my brother, I detested his most recent snob of a girlfriend so when he asked...
Lying naked on the couch, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my climax, I watch Mrs. Jones and the coach ascend the stairs. The sound of their footsteps fades as they disappear into the hallway, no doubt headed for my parents' bedroom. My mind wanders back to the memory of spying on them having sex on my parents' bed. It was wrong to invade their privacy like that, but that night set off a chain of events that...
Kneeling naked before the coach, who sits on the couch, his cock spent and limp after his release, I feel my pearl throb with unfulfilled need. It aches for his touch, tongue, and lips to bring me to the same ecstasy he just experienced as his cum adorned my face. Mrs. Jones sits beside me, her bare, ample breasts rising and falling with each breath. I steal a glance at her, my heart racing as excitement mingles with a sh...
After being caught by Chan, I tried to avoid her for as long as I could. I took it easy the following day, although I did entertain a couple of women. There were also several public displays that I watched in those “off the path” clearings in the woods. Chan was back at it with her nightly show. This time, it was with two women. They were a couple that I had seen before, so the other two women had a bit of a rapport with...
I lock eyes with my babysitter, Mrs. Jones, who is kneeling naked between my volleyball coach's legs, her hand firmly gripping his shaft and her mischievous smile aimed directly at me. My tongue darts out, moistening my lips, as I imagine the coach's cock sliding between them, filling my mouth, and coating my tongue with his flavor. "Mmm..." I unintentionally moan, biting my lip and clearing my throat to hide it. "Amy, my...
As I'm lying on my back on my parents' bed, Mrs. Jones' wet and velvety tongue glides along my delicate folds. Her exploration sets off a fire within my core, causing my hips to buck in response. It feels so good! With each flick of her tongue, she delves deeper into my quivering sex. Every lustful slurp feels like a sinful indulgence, savoring my essence as if it were the most delectable delicacy. Gasping for air, I arch...
Dressed in only a sheer pink babydoll that barely covers my buttcheeks with no panties underneath, I walk barefoot downstairs and into the kitchen, where my babysitter, Mrs. Jones, is slicing up fruit for breakfast. Her hips sway in a seductive rhythm as she hums a soft melody. My mother's silken robe clings to her supple figure like a second skin, accentuating every curve. I can't help but notice how she's pinned her red...
