Over the next several weeks, Max and Brenda followed a similar routine. On Mondays and Wednesdays, when her children were at school and her husband at work, Brenda would put on a skimpy, sleeveless dress with high heels, tie her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and paint her face with lots of makeup and lipstick. Max told her he liked his suburban white wive...
Max spread her white asscheeks apart and looked at his new prey: a pink asshole and a wet, pink pussy. He stuck a finger in her asshole, and Brenda panicked. "Not there," she cried. "Too big." "Easy slut," Max said with a laugh. "I'm just getting the lay of the land. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Right now I want your married wet cunt." He po...
It happened, not quite like this but very close. It was so fucking erotic watching my young wife grinning at me, totally into it, getting fucked by another man. She was riding his big fucking cock totally naked, telling me how fucking huge he was and how good it felt inside her. "Oh, God, baby. He is so fucking huge," she said, grinning as he gripped her...
(This is my first erotic story. Please let me know if you like it. It was cathartic to write.) * Jessica is deeply enthralled in her book when her doorbell rings. She gets up and grabs a basket, opens the door. Two girls in their late teens stand in front of her wearing cliche Halloween costumes; a nurse and a cop. Jessica says, "Aren't you girls a lit...
As always, Max had studied the route. Him and his young wife were going to drive from Miami all the way to New York, and back again. He worked for a car dealership that specialized in classic used imports. They had a shipment that came in which included a 72' Polloi, which was the soviet response to a Jaguar, a poor response, but a response nonetheless. The...
If you are under 18, please stop reading and delete this document immediately. This story is pure fantasy. It does not relate to any real events, either past, present or future, and is only suitable for persons over the age of 18 mature enough to understand, and distinguish the difference between fantasy fiction and real-life. ***** Jake didn't remember e...
It had been four days since Brenda's encounter with Pastor Max, and life had returned to normal. At least from a casual observer's point of view. Brenda has been ushered out of the church after Max dropped a second load of cum in her married pussy. She asked if she had time to freshen up, but he sternly told her it was time to leave. And Brenda has alrea...
Morgan Stiles is a forty-something redneck who was born and bred in West Texas, and lately, he and his wife Kirsten Simpson-Stiles have been having problems. Kirsten is originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and finds it hard to adapt to the life of a Texan housewife. Morgan works at the Bank of Lubbock, which is basically a puffed-up credit union trying to...
Brad knew he had to work quickly to get Jerri into a new phase of life before she got too settled. He had a simple theory. Being the good girl wife that Jerri was, she would never succumb to the fantasy if she were given time to think about it. It would have to be a surprise. Some conniving would have to take place. Brad knew what he had to do. Little did...
A week or so later, Dan was on a conference call when he saw his Message light illuminate. When the call ended, he hung up his telephone and punched in the code to retrieve his messages, surprised to hear Kelly's voice. He was surprised to hear from her so soon. "Hi, Dan. It's Kelly. Give me a call when you get a chance. Mike's out-of-town, so you can call...