See chapter 2 where my father-in-law fucks me while my wife is away on our honeymoon with her black lover. For those of you who wanted to know what happened to joanie in the final chapter of "It Could Be Worse", the mystery is solved. ***** Part 3: Tomorrow, I thought to myself happily. Lee Anne will be back tomorrow. And her black lover, Leshaun. I...
"Now for your turn" leers the old bull, stroking the mushroomed head of his gnarled old cock. The old man starts to get hard again and grabs the husband's head. He slams his cock back in the husband's mouth, brutally facefucking him. "Is that what you want Sissy? To be Daddies pantied cocksucker? "The husband chokes and gags on this vile old man's big cock,...
It's gotten to the point that I'm chained to my obsession to a fat bottomed girl. I've allowed myself to be molded into that mate Sheila wanted. I mean before Sheila I was a woman chaser. A woman with a big ass fascinated me, aroused me, and now I'm a slave to my fetish. Sheila dominates every aspect of my life. Me queering off for her is just another way fo...
"Ooh, yeah, fuck me, baby!" Dawson screamed, as his husband was fucking his hole. But for Christian, it was just another rote fuck with his husband. He loved that Dawson was a verbal bottom who loved getting his hole plowed, but Christian wanted to top sometimes too, and Dawson didn't like foreplay either. He wanted to get right into the fucking. Still, Chri...
I heard the door open and my wife stumbled in. It was late but no later than her usual night out with the girls. She staggered into the bedroom and I could see in her eyes that she was drunk, which was also the norm for her weekly girls night out. I knew what would come next. She peeled her clothes off and left them in a pile beside the bed which creaked...
Summer break from college. My plans were just to work and work up some good party money for the upcoming semester. My buddy Jim and I had worked at the summer camp where we were counselors and in between summer jobs we got together to party some. Most of the time this consisted of us making plans with girls and something always fell through. Some nights were...
Just a little background on me, this may help you to understand my stories better. Then again it may not. I am a white male who grew up in the suburbs, in a nice quiet neighborhood. I went to a private school my whole life, and I guess you could say lived a somewhat sheltered life. My upbringing was a catholic one, which meant everything was a sin or wrong t...
Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** I've always been curious about gay sex. It might not have been a top priority, but I found myself fantasizing about something gay once every day or two for my recent years. I liked ass play, and fingered myself while I jerked off pretty regularly. I got tired of the preparation and cleanu...
Along the Shore – Part 3: Rainfall He stood there shivering in the middle of my living room. His white shirt was completely see-through, revealing his toned body that I had previously witnessed. It was hard to tell the difference between the water that was dripping from his drenched hair and tears that were coming out of his hazel eyes. His head was down, c...
Like any twenty-two year-old guy whose girlfriend had just dumped him, I was at a bar, drowning my sorrows. I didn't know the bar. Not wanting to run into any acquaintances, I'd picked a dive a few miles from my neighborhood. I'm not much for hard liquor, so I was slugging down beers and spending almost as much time going back and forth to the john as drinki...