She just laid there, too drained and exhausted to move. Reeking of sex. Breath with the sent of genitalia. Dried semen stuck to her hair from the night before. Her own juices resting along her heaving breasts with piercing nipples and dripping down her own thick lips. Some not even her's, but of other women; not sure of how they got there. Thinking back to h...
"There is an interested party," Aaron had said earlier in the evening, "but he will contact you." Jane remembered these words as she bent to unlock the old Saab's trunk. She unceremoniously dumped her textbooks into the dark interior and grabbed a worn copy of ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST. The rumbling that had punctuated her instructor's lecture only a few moment...
"PETER!" My mother was standing in the doorway to my room. "I asked you if you'd drive Mrs. Gonzales home. What's the matter with you?" "I guess I was just day dreaming Ma." Actually I had been basking in the afterglow of a great jack-off session in the bathroom and hadn't heard Ma the first time. "Sure, I'll drive her home." "Good! I have to pick up Ameli...
This story is pure fiction. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the surroundings are very real. However, nothing that transpires between them in the story is real; even if it were they would have never admitted it. This a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner having sex with othe...
*Hisssssssssssss......* The sound emanating from above jolted me out of my sleep. I blinked my eyes, trying to fully wake up. "What the... where am I?" I tried to move my arms, but they were immobilized by my side. I begin to panic, wondering what the heck I'd gotten myself into this time. Then I heard another rumbling above me. *Hissssssssss pbbbbbblllt*...
I pulled up to the nondescript house and put my car into park. My mind was racing, my stomach full of butterflies, and I had honestly considered simply driving off as I sat there in the idling car for nearly ten minutes. I had been talking to a woman online, Nicole, for a few weeks now. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and had no difficulty in manipu...
She got up and threw the hair brush down. It was wet and smelled of her pussy. She had to do something to take care of the craving that was driving her crazy. She needed to come. Needed to. She thought for a while. Maybe she could go back to the Sholeesa delegation. Maybe one of them could help her needy cunt get its relief. Carla sat on the armchair in t...
Adrienne is so unlike my wife; she isn't a slick model type. She has an earthy farm-look, large boobs and a low hanging ass. I found her look so sensual, and was frightened because I have fantasized fucking her. Oh, did I forget to mention that I had never cheated. We were four couples playing tennis at our friend's home. During the game, Adrienne went to h...
Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year's added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her. "Sorry,...
Disclaimer: All persons having sex are over the age of eighteen. This story contains smell/odor fetish, facesitting, female body hair, lactation, interracial sex, age fetish, gentle female dominance, watersports, excessive female cum, sleeping between the legs of smelly women, a fat older black woman, and a really, really fat, really, really older black woma...