The first rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. The second rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. Third rule of M Club: No touching anyone but yourself. Fourth rule: No recording devices. Fifth rule: No clothing below the waist. Sixth rule: If this is your first time at M Club, you must masturbate. * * * Lisa sat in her 7th hour Calculu...
"I want to dance," my pretty wife giggled as she held my hand and tried to pull me into the crowded nightclub. Dancing wasn't my thing but my wife loved it, especially when she'd been drinking and we were both more than a little drunk. I shook my head and resisted her attempt to drag me into the club. It was getting late and I wanted to get home to finish...
My father left my mother and me when was only five. It was not the big deal that people made it out to be. My home life was as healthy as any other. That is until I got a new father, well step father. My mother remarried when I was in JR high. She married a nice man. Unfortunately that nice man had a not so nice daughter. My step father was always so proud...
Part 1 - Fishing for Strange Shifting and sliding through the crowd at this noisy lesbian bar, I felt like a sperm fighting its way up a moist, rubbery vagina. How's that for a mental image, Sparky? I wanted it gone as soon as it popped into my head. I ignored the looks I assumed I was getting from the femmes and butches and the slumming shy girls as I rub...
Jack woke up Sunday morning to a warm wet sensation around his dick. He lay there for a few minutes and enjoyed the good morning blowjob his pet was giving him. She was working him with plenty of saliva and plenty of tongue action, but wasn't taking it all like he knew she could. Since he knew she could handle it, he opted to take over and put his hand on th...
As they pulled up to Richard and Marion's house, Len was not happy about having to go to this party. He had come 800 miles for a weekend with his lover and now had to spend the first night hanging out with people he didn't even know. He was especially disappointed after seeing the surprise Astrid had for him. When he had undressed her in the hotel room he di...
This is my first all T-girl/Futa story, if you don't count Ch. 5-2 of my black power virus series. I love to get constructive feedback, so don't be shy about commenting. If I get enough positive comments, I may continue the series. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-cons...
All my wives were trophy wives. Without exception people would tell me that my wife was better looking than I deserved. Couldn't agree with them more. They were hot. They were so hot in fact that I couldn't hold on to them for very long without getting' burned. Takes a lot of money to keep a hot number happy. This story is about my third ex-wife. We had so...
Helen was stood at her sink in the kitchen, it was 6:15 the start of another day, she was preparing breakfast for her husband, son and daughter, they would be up in 45 minutes or so, one by one they would troop downstairs, mumble good morning, kiss her on the cheek and flop into their respective chairs, it was boring, boring, fucking boring, she thought. Un...
Timing. It was always about timing, Sandy thought, as she sat at her desk working on her calendar. It was the week before Valentine's Day, and although she had a date with her husband whom she loved dearly, he wasn't the man she knew she should be with. Since it was just past noon, which meant everyone was out grabbing lunch, Sandy gave herself a few minutes...