It was a brisk autumn day as Karl Chapman, Dagwood Strewth, and Jessibelle Dillas met in the lower atrium of the Northern Tropics hotel. They had been invited to spend the three day weekend at Aeryn and Edwin's fathers resort while it was getting refurbished from the summer bustle. It was essentially a merger of a glorified motel combined with a small water park and botanical gardens. All put together it was a very successful venture, likened as a small scale theme park. The trio had reached consensus that a day at the pool was in order and as they walked down the hallway they chatted excitedly with Dagwood rolling the drink cooler behind them. Despite being the one 'officially' after Jessibelle, Dagwood Strewth felt like more of a chaperone than a suitor as ... Read More»

Traffic was backed up for miles. Didn't look like I'd be going anywhere anytime soon. So . . . did I want to sit here reliving the sweaty hour and a half I'd just spent in a Motel 6 with a big-breasted, long-legged nineteen-year-old fucktoy ? Or did I want to fantasize about the hot sex I was going to have later that night with my wife after I'd told her about this afternoon's steamy fun ? Hmmmmm . . . It was a toss-up. Lori, Laura, Dori, Donna ? What was the girl's name this afternoon ? I couldn't remember. Truth was, I hadn't wanted to know. I specialized in screwing cash-strapped college girls. I find them online, and I pick a new one every week - no repeats - not ever. They looked good, and their bodies were taut and firm. And they did whatever I told them ... Read More»

We had been swinging marginally for about 9 of the 10 years we had been married. We tried 4 somes but they were not satisfying to me at all as i did not get to watch her as much as I wanted. We then settled in on MFMs and MMFs (yes there is a difference). That went along real well for a couple of years until we met a real •••••••. Then we did nothing for a while. We moved from Asheville to Mooresville and heard about CVE in Gastonia. One Saturday night we decided to go over and WATCH a movie. We arrived about 10 pm and 4 beers into a six pack of Plank Road Ice House. She was a little relaxed, and looking gorgeous as usual. She was wearing a red blazer, short plaid kilt skirt and stockings. I had already gotten her out of her panties playing with ... Read More»

Your knees buckle as you realize you're not wearing your own nightgown. To make matters worse you are confident that I know that the nightgown belongs to Jenn. How could you have made such an obvious mistake?! You gulp hard and decide to be honest. "I have something to tell you about last night after you fell asleep babe," you say quietly as you climb onto the bed. "I'm sure it can't be that terrible Vix," I respond as I take your hand and pull you to me. With your head resting on my chest and my arms wrapped around your body you relive the previous night with Jenn. Your body tingles at the memory of your lover's touch causing the hair on your arms and neck to stand on end. "Actually," I say pulling your lips to mine, "I have a bit of a confession as ... Read More»

"I specifically requested iced tea, didn't I, Nick," Cleo Carson asked her husband!?! "I think you did," Nick replied with a small smile of his face, "anyway that's the way it sounded to me!!!" Cleo Carson stared coldly at the frightened young woman who they had just hired as their maid and cook, and in a small voice she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Carson, I thought I heard you ask for coffee, if you want me too I can go get the tea!!!" "My dinner's already been ruined by your incompetence," she snapped while turning her attention back to her husband, "what do you think I should do with her, I'm at my wits end!?!" Laural Grant stood silently next to the table while her boss upbraided her, and much to ... Read More»

Peggy, and Susan were friends that roomed together at a local college dorm. My story begins when one evening they invited Kenny, and I over for a couple of beers. Peggy was a rather large girl, and neither one of us entertained the notion of sleeping with her, and Susan had a nice body but she was not a very pretty girl. Both of them have sweet personalities which is about their best trait. So even though neither of us would be getting laid my dance card wasn't exactly full either, we decided to go just for the beer. We arrived at their room about 6:30. We had planned on drinking all their beer, and then moving on to a more happening party. Peggy answered the door in a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt, her round face was red and breath reeked of alcohol. ... Read More»

Sara came home from work late, tired and cranky. It had been a long day at the end of a long week, and her feet hurt as she kicked off her shoes at the door and slumped into her favorite chair, her briefcase dropped at her side. Jeff, her husband, saw her sitting there from the kitchen. "Rough day?" He asked. "I don't even want to talk about it." She said. Both in their 30's, they had only been married a few years. But they got along well and shared similar tastes where it really mattered. "Have you had dinner?" Jeff asked. He was tall, with brown eyes, and broad shoulders that Sara loved to cuddle against. He still played softball on a league in the weekends, and was in good shape. "I had a late lunch. I'm not very hungry," she replied. "I just want ... Read More»

I was taking a break from mowing when Nick called so I finished the last of the yard work and put the mower away. As I finished up I began to wonder what kinds of things Cindi might want to show me. Was Nick just trying to make sure I was satisfied with my computer? Being a good salesman? Did she know about that afternoon? Did she care? Should I pretend like it didn’t happen? What kinds of neat computer tricks is she going to know? These questions and more were running through my mind when they pulled up. Nick waved and called out a hello. I waved back and watched the two getting out of the car. Cindi was a hot little number with her long brown hair pulled back in a braid. I had a brief image of holding that braid while she sucked my cock. She had on shorts ... Read More»

A-DICK-TION УMother, IТm so embarrassed!Ф Heather whined. УCanТt we please just go home?Ф УI promise to be a good girl, really I do!Ф УIТm sorry, dear,Ф Beth Peters replied gently, Уbut IТm afraid that weТre way past the point of no return.Ф Heather sat glumly in one of the three leather easy chairs that formed an arc around the front of the desk of Nancy Rogers, who was the headmistress of The Private School For Wayward Girls. The sullen eighteen year old and her mother sat silently while waiting for Mz. Rogers to make an appearance. Heather glanced at the clock on the wall and offered hopefully, УMaybe she forgot about our appointment, mom!Ф УI donТt think so, dear, her secretary said that sheТd be in shortly.Ф Again the two women fell silent until the door ... Read More»

This story is narrated by 18 year old Martin, a boy in a distant occupied city... The year is 1988... Dad was a head of the local resitance against the invading army. Alas, as all resistances in the region, our city's resistance was swiftly crushed by the invading army. The name of General Boulos was putting fear in the hearts of our citizens from coast to coast. No city was able to defend itself against his marching army. And not before long, our city fell under the attacks of one of his elite platoon. The invading army arrested most men of the resistance, killing anyone who resisted arrest. In less than a week, our city's homes were reduced to women and c***dren under 18 years old. All the men were crammed in the old hangar at the skirts of the ... Read More»

It must have been about two weeks ago that this story took place. I went to work at the gas station, just as I always did. It was one of those hot days where the sweat pours off your forehead, like tears from a young widow's eyes. It was almost lunchtime, and I was sweaty and parched. The bell rang as customer number 28 drove up to the pump, and that is when I first saw her. There she was with her flowing long blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body like you only see on the Internet. "Twenty dollars please," she said with a smile, as she adjusted her sun glasses. As I leaned over to take the twenty from her hand, I couldn't help to notice her perfectly, perky breasts. They were peeking out of the top of her silky blouse, taunting me. She caught my gaze ... Read More»

My name is Candy and Brandon and I have been married a little over a year now. At first our sex life was great, I think it was because we were so new to each other. Nowadays it has become more of a chore and the sizzle is definitely gone. I find Brandon so sexy, so I am not sure what the problem is. We have tried renting pornos and we will get hot and fuck within the first half an hour and then it is over. I long to have Brandon run his long tongue between my pussy lips and suck on my clit. He just does not seem to want to satisfy me anymore. I was at a loss as to what to do and then a co worker of mine suggested a sex therapy class that changed her life and put the spark back in her marriage. She told me the next class was this weekend and invited us to go ... Read More»

This is a fictional story. All characters are completely fictional. Today is my 18th bday! And in my f****y that means I get to go out and find a girl that will have sex with me, my b*****rs. This has been a f****y tradition since way back from my great-great-great-great granpa had started the tradition back in the late 1800's. I am the youngest of 14 c***dren. All boys. My mom is 73 years old and was a very fertile woman. She had me when she was 55. You could say I was an oops baby. My oldest bother is 57 and the closest b*****r to me is almost 15years older then I am. I was quite a shock ro my parents when mom became pregnant at almost 55. The first time I found out about this tradition was when I was about 13 years old. My mom caught me making out with a ... Read More»

More Fun with Benoit Sylvie and I spent a relaxed day shopping and strolling along the streets in the and Marais sections. We stumbled onto an exquisite small shop specializing in maternity clothes, and Sylvie bought me three outfits. Although they are not really needed at home on the boat, I am planning on wearing them to school on the days I'm called to substitute. Since Sylvie plans on getting pregnant herself once my baby is born, she will certainly be wearing the same outfits herself. Since my readers are certainly more interested in fucking than clothes, I'll skip ahead to our hotel room after dinner, where we again found ourselves naked with Benoit. Sylvie wore the garter belt and stockings, as he said he found them to be very stimulating. I had ... Read More»

It had been a long day, and a frustrating one. As representative for a major Information Technology group in the Research Triangle of North Carolina, my job took me all over the eastern US with great frequency. By 9pm this particular evening, I had arrived home four hours late after having been diverted twice, I was tired and ready for a hot bath, a cold drink and some relaxation. I smelled the strawberrys-and-cream scent that Gloria favored as soon as I opened the door. The odor brought a smile to my face. Gloria often left little surprises for me to find whenever she knew I was on my way home. I had called her from Chicago much earlier in the day, letting her know that I had once again been rerouted by the airline. "I'm sorry, baby. I know you wanted ... Read More»