Bobbi is David’s wife. Bobbi and David are best friends, and have been since long time. They have a wonderful relationship, the envy of their many friends. They can make each other laugh, they have more common interests than just about any couple they know, they do almost everything together, and they have a great
I first fucked Karen at the sit-in. I knew I was going to fuck her. She was a beautiful redhead, nineteen years old, a nursing student. I first laid eyes on her in the Mathematics Building— laid eyes on her ass, that is. Her skintight bellbottoms beautifully displayed her round, compact, tight ass. The jeans
When Cynthia touched his arm, the semi he had been sporting for 45 minutes instantly sprang into a full mega-boner. He squirmed a little in his seat, his cock uncomfortably trapped by his jeans. Cynthia smiled at him. “I think I might finally be getting it!” she said, relief evident in her eyes. She pushed
I’m a 23 year old guy that is just a pervert. This all started when I moved into a neighborhood that had mostly older people. I have never had sex with a mature women a lot older then me before. Most of my sexual experiences where always with girls around my age, except one. When
He faced me again, “You sing about anal sex but have you ever taken one in the ass? You gurgle and choke the words when you tell the audience about how to suck cock but have you ever swallowed? My guess is no because your message isn’t getting through, you don’t have the actual experience,
This is a true account of how my wife and I began our current ‘Open marriage’ lifestyle. We realize that an open marriage is not right for everyone but it has worked out great of us. Although I have only been with three other women. Two of those were at a swing party we attended.
Who would have thought that something as simple as a phone call, could turn into a moment of pleasure to be remembered for the rest of your life? A couple of years ago I was working in a small convenience store. My boss was this lovely voluptuous divorced woman in her forties. She had a
“Hello Mrs Melon” I said aloud as I walked through the living room. “Oh hi Tommy” she replied. “Is Steven in?” I asked. “No, he’s not coming back ’til tonight, he’s gone out with his father. Well, how have you been?” she asked as she pointed for me to take a seat. Mrs Melon, was
The story is challenging enough, that is, how the whole thing developed. Having not had meaningful sexual intercourse with my wife for some years now, well, I began thinking about HER needs. Perhaps toys and a variety of penises were the answer, however I further thought perhaps something deeper was involved here. What my wife
This happened after I told my best friend that I had met some other girl and fallen in love with her. I came downstairs that night to find her on the couch crying. My heart melted with tenderness and I sat down beside her, hugging her and stroking her hair, telling her everything would be
Before last night it had been three or four weeks. Last night he was really horny. He fucked me for almost three full hours and his cock felt like a steel rod. No wonder he left me so sore And I lost count of how many times he and I came. All I know is
She was bound by the contract to do the forbidden… Mr. Sam was adamant and wanted a one night stand with me. As we were bound by the agreement we have to give whatever demanded by Mr. Sam. So we had to agree to it. On the day both of us came to Mr. Sam’s
Kyle and i decided to grab a bottle of whiskey one friday night because we planned to go to his friend Mitch’s house party, which Kyle had been asking me to go to with him because he had a ‘surprise’ for me waiting there in the Mitch’s bedroom closet. We drank the bottle and stumbled
This is my first story and it is based on a personal experience but it is not entirely true as I did add up to make the story better I’m just a young boy and I’m about to turn 18 and my mom’s friend whose name is Lisa, actually I would call her Mrs. Carter
Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend. There are times when you don’t need to