Clay could only struggle to remain upright after his release, his shaky hands now clenched at the front of both of the coach's thighs to support himself, his forehead resting slightly below the right side of Coach Dunc's hip. The kids breathing was labored and heavy, his face flushed a bright red beneath the layer of sweat that had formed during his unexpect...
Disclaimer: All persons in this story are above the age of 18. It should be assumed that all sexual experiences are between people above the age of 18. This story includes diaper wearing as a sexual fetish, diaper wetting and sex between consensual parties all above the age of 18. The next day started as normal. The girls got up and took showers then d...
My freshman year of college I rented a room from an elderly widow. Mrs. Tyler was in her early 60's, tall and plump with gray hair and a gentle smile. I was happy with the arrangement since her house was only five blocks from campus, she was a great cook and rent was less than half of what the dorm cost. But the primary reason I lived with Mrs. Tyler was bec...
That night as I lay in my bed, I tossed and turned in a restless sleep. My mind was alive with thoughts of her, thoughts of pleasing her, thoughts of submitting to her, thoughts of running my hand along her hard flat masculine chest, tweaking her small manly nipples, breathing deeply of the musky male scent of her armpits. The contradiction between her femi...
No one would ever believe that I fucked Jonathon. He and I are not very well matched. I have beautiful curves, 36-24-40, long dark hair, and a baby face. I'm not snobby but I have to admit, I come from a good family, I was accepted to a good college, and Ricky, a star athlete at Cal Tech, has been following me around like a puppy. Every one knows me, I'm pre...
Duncan Cyrus, age 26, Artist It was time for me to take a step. A risk that I should have indulged in my teens. That step of rebellion against the regime of parents and authority figures. That's right, I wanted to get a tattoo. Ok, I lied. I was convinced or conned to get one. Remember the high school, Asian girl, ok, her name was Meifeng. She preferred ju...
May 29, 2006 There comes a time when one realizes that their formative education was flawed. I have known this for years when I realized that the smell of natural armpits was a sexual turn-on for me and not repulsive as common knowledge would have us believe. Since that revelation, that our American sensitivities actually go against what we should natural...
Lynne crashed the thick wooden paddle again across Willoughby's bare buttocks... "I struck blood!" she said triumphantly. Willoughby was sobbing. Lynne, at fifty-four, was still a blonde vamp, her boobs pushing against her pink top. Her husband, about sixty, had his chubby form across her knees, his suit pants and underwear around his ankles. So many of...
How can I look away? I saw you walk into your room as I was shutting the curtains for the night. I watched you as you stretched your arms up pulling off your shirt emphasizing your flat stomach. Your ripped, flat, lick me on your way down stomach and I just paused not able to look away. As you walked across the room towards the windows, I watched you unb...
Peewee was extremely horny. He was a virgin, but was very ready for his first sexual experience. Unbeknownst to his friends, Peewee was very curious about gay sex. It had started innocently enough, with him watching his classmates strip for gym and enjoying the many different styles and colors of underwear. Peewee especially enjoyed the trim and full cut box...