Well as promised here it is chapter two. Well I can handle slow changes to a person but very sudden ones that’s a different matter. I know Marg had a very good birthday present, a very large guy called Mo. It was supposed to be just a one-night thing that has now gone a little further. Its now about five days after Margs first black cock. And there have bee...
This is a true story. Names were changed to protect the Coach's memory. Football season was over and so was my high school career. We'd won the County title; taken thrid place in the state tournament; and I had a scholarship to State College to play ball. My life was programmed to succeed; and I had Coach Joe to thank for it. I owed him quite a few favors;...
Read the first chapter if you haven't already, this will make a lot more sense. This chapter is a little shorter than the first, due to the need for character introduction, etc in the first chapter. Hopefully subsequent chapters will be a little longer than this one, but I am aiming for more numerous, shorter chapters than a few massive ones. I think it is e...
You (female) asked me what my fantasy is. Well, let me try to explain it: I say yum, yum. My sexual sweet tooth can be satisfied rather plainly. It's getting orally sexed. And like that, ... that's my fantasy wish! So there it is, in a nutshell. Receiving head, and plenty of it--that's my happy, pie in the sky, storybook ending. Hence, what more can I tell...
Well, I'm finally giving in and giving them names, much as I am loath to do so. These are fake names. It would be too risky to use the real ones. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. * Seth didn't call me that night. I kept checking my phone, looking for a missed call, a voicemail, even a text from him. Nothing. Jen told me not to worry, a...
At precisely 4:00am, my eyelids open. Thirty minutes remain. I'm lying on my side in a luxuriously soft king size bed, fully naked save for my lover's arm, still draped over me from last night's intense sampling of new positions straight out of the kama sutra, and a pair of black thigh high fishnet stockings. My attention turns to my lover's body, behind m...
"Good morning Mrs. Browning" John said in his velvety slow voice. "Good morning John," she replied with the ease of one who was talking to a long familiar employee "How are the children doing?" "Fine Ma'am Beth is doing well in college and Sky's practice is taking off" he answered her with an obvious pride. John had worked for Amanda Browning for almost t...
Sitting in front of the computer, she listens as the teapot begins its slow journey to a long shrill whistle. Rising, she pours a cup of the boiling water over the tea bag, watching as the steaming water begins releasing the much anticipated morning tea. It had only been but a few hours ago that she had lain her weary head upon her feather pillow, not one...
I'm an older guy; I don't look anywhere near as old as I really am, but I'm in my mid fifties. I'm active and healthy, and haven't' succumbed to "middle age spread". I'm also the "Handy" guy in the neighborhood. I used to have an old schoolmarm living next door, but she finally moved out and a new neighbor moved in. She was mid thirties, and she had a daught...
Stepping out of her towel, Carmen crossed the room to find her panties. They were lying jumbled under the desk in her bedroom where she'd kicked them off to masturbate. White cotton and covered in tiny red hearts, Carmen's panties barely concealed her hairy treasure. She'd been apprising herself in the mirror, the matted dark of her bush visible under the st...