This is a story of what happened to me my first Christmas away from home. I had just turned 19 and had just started courses at the local community college that fall. We didn't have a lot of money in my family and my parents were already working hard to make ends meet, so in order to stretch out my funds, I got a job working at a supermarket bagging and carrying out groceries. I didn't mind; my parents were already sacrificing and this was my way of pulling my weight, doing my bit. The plus side was I could afford a better car. I'd swapped my '57 Bel-Air for a souped-up '69 Chevelle SS, so this made me happy. This was the only thing that made me happy, however. I missed those days back in high school, where I was the big football hero. I missed Tracy, a hot ... Read More»

Oh, I was young at the time. I had just graduated from college and was doing the backpack thing with my friends through Europe. We had gone down to Greece and Italy and were now in the South of France. We had already gotten past our inhibitions about going topless, and were thinking we were so sophisticated. Poor by the South of France’s standards, but sophisticated. And that’s what got me into trouble. Where my friends were satisfied sitting on the beach and watching the money walk by. I wanted to be a part of that. So off I went, flirting with the men and women on the beach. Asking where the parties were. Asking who was who and trying in a way to fit into the whole scene. Not putting my top on when going to a bar, dressing only in a thin sarong over my thong ... Read More»

"Honey," my wife Cindy said, smiling, "did you have a good time last night?" Stretched out on the bed in the morning sun I recalled the events of the evening before. A vision of Cindy repeatedly fucked by five black NFL bulls rose before me. I remembered lying underneath my wife, my nose not an inch away from a meaty black prick shoved up her dripping vagina. "Yes, love. I had a wonderful time." "I thought you did, darling. I hope you didn't mind my leaving you for last." "You know I like to be teased. I was sure tense after all that waiting. It made for a glorious cum though." She laughed. "I knew it would. I've never seen you so prolific. You were spurting like Old Faithful!" She was ... Read More»

I hated camping. I really did. But Tom and Justin insisted we take an annual trip to the woods, mostly in retaliation for Sarah and me dragging them to the theatre once a year in an attempt to cram some culture into their thick skulls. Considering the fart jokes currently being exchanged between them, it had been a vain attempt. Sarah looked at me and rolled her eyes in commiseration. She hated camping even more than I did. The woman was lost without a hair dryer. “Cheer up, Lee,” Tom said and gave me a sock on the arm. “At least you don’t have to sleep on the ground this year.” Justin and Sarah had purchased the huge, four-door truck we currently rode in, as well as a large, ancient camper shell that seemed determined to tip the truck ... Read More»

Her finger lazily traced a peacock feather that ran down the length of Peki's back. Her eyes went to a pile of clothes that now laid on the ground. What a day they had she thought to herself as she remembered telling Peki they were going to go shopping. Peki was a bit excited and showed it by making them ride the elevator up and down 4 times. She could only laugh and giggle as she watched Peki's expressions at seeing and experiencing things for the first time. It was a fun experience as even the simplest things she took for granted in her every day life also seemed new because of the excitement in Peki's eyes. The pile of clothes on the floor represented a $1200.00 dollar monument in futility in buying clothing for a slave. She had bought her 5 complete new ... Read More»

This is a story of about the most fun that I’ve had with a couple while single. Before I start, I should say that I am a bisexual male, and really enjoy expressing that part of myself from time to time. Anyway, I had been very sexually inactive for a long while, and found myself perusing the craigslist personals, wondering if they actually worked for anyone, when I found an add asking for a man to help with massaging a posters’ wife. Intrigued, I replied, and found a prompt response, including the longed-for phrase “we are bi friendly”. I soon found myself driving toward a strangers’ house, simultaneously nervous and extremely turned on. I never could quite figure out whether it made me hornier or more calm, knowing that they could turn out to be some sort ... Read More»

I first saw him as we boarded the plane. He was about my height, about my age. There was that eye contact that men make. Yeah, I see you, I don't think you are a threat, I'm not being antagonistic, I know who I am. They were the things men do with their eyes. He was one row ahead of me and in the aisle seat on the other side. During the flight, I had to piss a couple of times. The first time, I was coming out of the john when he was going in. We were face to face and I noticed him looking at my eyes more than he needed to, like he knew me from somewhere. The second time, he was coming out and again he looked right into my eyes. I think I nodded a little in recognition then. When the plane landed, I stood up and he did too, and we were right next to each ... Read More»

Our child was on a sleepover, so we could fuck like cats: loudly. Yay! I was having a very good night for an old fart. She never gives extra credit, so I believed her when she said that she came four times. We did several positions. And there was an interesting moment, when I touched her anus with my finger. She liked it. "Mmmmmmmmm," said she. We were on the drooly family couch mostly nude. I was wearing only socks, sitting with my ass at the edge. She wore a red derby and straddled me with her knees in the wells and her feet on my thighs. My mouth and both hands were nearly overmatched by her big brown breasts. Oh, yes, she is a Harlem girl, sweet and dark and tough and smart. And mostly funny. I'm a tall skinny white guy. Then I put a hand ... Read More»

One evening I was online when someone wanted to start a chat with me. It was a bi guy who enjoyed cross dressing and having viewed his online profile I said "Hi" and we got to talking. He was married guy named Mike and he had a very understanding wife who allowed him to meet men and allow him to explore his feminine side by dressing up. His wife did not participate with him and none of his explorations happened at home. During our chat he explained he'd just bought a pair of long, nearly thigh high, boots and he longed to be fucked whilst wearing them. He was off that week and wondered if I wanted to meet up with him for some daytime fun. I said I'd love to but I'd have to arrange a day off work but I promised I'd get back to him the following day. ... Read More»

100% Fiction, Changed all the names but myself to keep the people private. A little bit about myself, my name is Zephyr, im 18 years old, have medium short brown hair, blue eyes, I am 5'8 and not that skinny and not that fat. This story starts as me and one of my closest friends Glen and his friends are going out to the beach. I have waited long for this since I have a huge feet fetish and like Glen's feet the most. Glen is pretty tall at 6 foot, had short black hair, he is 20 years old. He has muscle in his arm and is strong but is a tad fat. Anyway, so when we get there we had to take everything from the car and go find a spot, it was hard work but Glen was wearing a sleeveless shirt which made him look hot. Since he like to talk to his friends I just ... Read More»

We had been sixteen and so incredibly beautiful. Despite our teenage insecurities of being too fat, the photograph proved we had both been stunners ten years ago. Germaine; or Gemmy as I preferred to call her; and I must have been the envy of the world in our post-pubescent years. And now, aged 26, I’m sitting in my kitchen and reminiscing about that somewhat confusing but extremely pleasing summer of 1994, when Gemmy and I had been introduced to one another by our parents. My father Alan, a bank manager, had struck up a friendship with a fellow colleague – Jack. Before long, Jack and his wife Tanya were started popping round to our mansion for Sunday Lunch, then Christmas breakfast and Easter Dinner. It was specifically during the Easter Dinner that I got to ... Read More»

Since sex had all but beeOver the next year of Kris and Tracy's steamy affair practically under the noses of his wife and son, many changes had taken place in the household. First, Kris had gone out of town on business, leaving Tracy in a lurch and very, very horny. n practically nil between her and Gus since their son was born, his father was more than compensating in that department. At least with Kris, she didn't have to fake orgasms. While Kris was out of town and Gus wasn't giving her any dick, Tracy spent a lot of time with her vibrator, thinking about the nights she and Kris would sneak into the den downstairs and fuck each other's brains out while their partners slept upstairs. She figured she may as well get herself off since no was around ... Read More»

The first lash of the cane upon Gail's bare ass was astonishingly painful, as was the second and the third, which followed fast upon it. The slender, petite, young woman gasped, gritting her teeth, as tears sprang to her tightly closed eyes. Her cock and balls, which lay between her creamy thighs, were incongruous, given the rest of her obviously feminine charms. Behind her, Gail's husband, Kevin--they had been married for three years now, to this very day, having wed when Gail was eighteen and he was nineteen--studied the angry pink lines that the rattan cane had created across the sleek expanses of his target's arched mounds. His cock twitched and stirred, as it always did when he contemplated the effects of his handiwork. His wife had a lovely bottom. The ... Read More»

My parents are gone for the day. I am home from college for the summer and have not yet found a job, so I had decided to spend all day lounging around before I begin my job-hunting tomorrow. I knew the men coming to fix our air conditioning were coming at 8am, but still, I am sleeping when I hear the doorbell chime downstairs. I fly out of bed, still in my tank top and boyshorts, snatching my black silk bathrobe and throwing it on as I rush to the door. I am not awake by any standard, and brush my tussled hair forcefully away from my face as I open the door. I clear my throat and smile sheepishly as I open the door, tugging the slinky fabric across my breasts. I am greeted by an older gentleman; most likely well over fifty years of age, with a few signs of ... Read More»

The next day, Sunday, I woke up and remembered what had happened. I sort of, I don't know, braced myself, I guess, preparing to feel weird. Or awkward. Or grossed out, or ashamed, or whatever. Something. Something bad, you know? I mean, seriously, think about it - I'd just been given a blowjob by my own sister, and I'd finger-fucked her to orgasm. Didn't that make us like insane sexual deviants or something? Doomed to years of psychotherapy at the hands of dour men with glasses and white coats? Seriously disturbed, they'd write on their clipboards. Sick and twisted beyond all human reckoning. The thing was - I didn't feel that way. So what did I feel like? Well, I still felt like me, at least. I still felt like a normal teenage boy with an addiction to ... Read More»