Who has the sexîest bóóbs? (3)We were discussing breasts," said Michelle. "What sort of breasts do men find sexy. Well really, which of us has the sexiest breasts?""Wow" was all I managed, then continued. "Not all men find the same thing sexy.""Then let's take a sample of one" said Sandy, who I had found out had a degree in mathematics."You want me to score you and your friends' breasts on some sort of scale?""Yep""No way. One of you will think I am lying and trying to get into her pants and the other three will hate me.""No, we promise to accept your honest assessment and we will all still lust after you afterwards," said Sandy laughing."If I am going to do this, I need to do a serious analysis," I told them. "I'll need to perform multiple tests.""What sort of tests," asked Michelle, who seemed to be the least enthusiastic."I don't know yet," I told her honestly. "But any of you can pull out at any time and will retain the points accumulated to that point.""What do you mean
Who has the sexîest bóóbs? (4)I took Michelle first, kneeling behind her. I undid the ties on the sides of her bikini and threw it aside. She was wet and ready, and I pushed into her quickly and deeply as I spread her arse cheeks, watching her push back against me as I thrust into her. She was moaning and crying out with pleasure, occasionally looking up at Sandy and Heather, who were watching us intently. Sandy had her hand inside her bikini, obviously playing with herself. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out and moved to Debbie, who had already taken off her bikini bottoms and was on her knees waiting for me. "Fuck me, just fuck me hard," Debbie told me. As I pushed into her, I watched as Michelle rolled onto her back and slipped one hand between her legs, fingering herself and playing with her clit while pulling on her nipples with the other hand. Debbie was tight and wet, making the most amazing sounds of pleasure, crying out without caring if anyone heard her or tha
Author's note: This story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.I first met my wife at a party where she was the center of attention, fûcking one well-hung guest and blowing another. And she kept repeating that pattern, again and again. I had spent a good part of that afternoon impressing a few of the women attending with my love for eating pûssy.Since I'm a little bigger than average in the dîck department (8 inches), they appreciated pretty much everything I offered them. I was taking a recuperative break from my actions when I wandered into the room where Marcella was engaged.It was clear that she was into it. I was sitting back on an easy chair, cold beer in hand, cóck beginning to awaken as I watched this big woman take on man after man in all her various holes, never seeming to slow down except for some amazing orgasms that had her shouting and screaming.There were at least three men waiting at either end, slowly jerking their cócks and clearly expecting their turn. And
My wife made me a cócksucker -2"Obviously, you are more than interested—you are excited. I can't remember ever having you cum so quickly!""Me either. I admit, the idea of you watching me suck some guy's cock has been a hidden dirty fantasy. Obviously, not hidden anymore. Tell me—there was this thing you did when my cock got to the back of your mouth. What was that? Just before you swallowed it.""I yawned. Or at least went through the motions. It opened my throat. Now that you know the secret, we had better move to the next step."With that, she reached into her nightstand, grabbed something, and rolled out of bed. "I'll be right back," she said, ducking into the bathroom.She emerged a moment later, but now she suddenly had a dick. "Get over here, mister, and get on your knees."She was in charge—there was no doubt—so I got out of bed, moved in front of her, and sank to my knees on the soft carpeting. My cock had jumped to attention once again."This is my cock, and I want you to m
My wife made me a cócksucker -3Marcella moaned . “I forgot to tell you, Adam, that Xander’s an amazing kisser. Let him kiss you!” I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations, letting Xander take charge of my mouth. Meanwhile, my hands were at work on the growing bulge in his pants.I knew he was big, but there’s a difference between hearing a number and feeling a hot, hard, thick côck. Soon, my hands were at his belt, undoing it, unbuttoning his pants, and unzipping them. I reached inside, under his boxers, and put my hands on his big dîck.It was electrifying. Some sensations were similar to mine—the feel of the skin, the moisture at the tip—but he was inches bigger and thicker. His cóck somehow seemed hotter than mine, and his balls were definitely larger. “Well, cocksucker, take it out and get to work,” Xander commanded. “You know what my nutt tastes like. Now it’s time to get it from the source. Suck my dîck!” I freed his monster rod, and it jutted out of his pants.
"How long have we been sleeping?""The sun is setting, so a couple of hours."I rolled over in bed and snuggled deeper into Jacob's armpit, enjoying our extended afterglow. "I'm living in a fairy tale. You are my prince.""I don't have a white horse.""You have my heart."We pressed our naked bodies closer together under the sheet.He laid his hand on my bare chest. "Thump thump.""Make it beat faster."Jacob leaned over and suctioned his lips around my puffy nipple. "Thump thump. Thump thump," he murmured. Then he slid his free hand across my thigh and rubbed my clit.My hand found his balls. I caressed them with my fingertips.He halted his gentle touches, reached under the mattress, and yanked out a wrapped condom. "They're everywhere." He worked it onto his cock and presented it to me for further petting.Between tender kisses, we fondled each other’s swollen parts as our bodies undulated on the bed, the friction of our entwined legs stimulating our groins, my hard nipples brushing
This story is about the first time I watched my wife have sex in public, but it wasn't with me. It was with several men. We had been married for 15 years, and with three kids, it’s hard to get alone time as often as we did when we were first married. We are moderately conservative people who enjoy a good dinner, good friends, and a good bottle of wine. In January of last year, we had an opportunity to arrange for the kids to stay at neighbors’ houses overnight. We decided to do something a little different for the occasion, so we reserved a room at an upscale hotel nearby. The plan was to go to a restaurant near the hotel and then return to the hotel for a nightcap at their lounge. Diane put on a simple black dress with thin straps that showed off her bare shoulders. The dress ended halfway down her thighs, making her legs stand out in her high heels. It wasn’t too revealing, but it was undeniably sexy, showcasing her figure perfectly. Diane, at 5’3”, has a great figure, shapely
My Wife's first gangbang (2)As the song finished, they definitely got the biggest cheer! Di came directly to me as the song ended. She pulled her dress back in place but left the straps off. I tightened the zipper just enough to keep her dress from falling forward again.As we waited for the next song to start, we were all talking. I kept my arm around Di. The hint of sexual tension was thick in the air. No one seemed to know what to do next or what we should—or shouldn't—do.The moment was exciting, and everyone was lively as another round of drinks was mixed. Another song started, and Ted took Di's hand. I think he had the hots for her from the beginning when he had suggested Di dance with Mike down in the hotel bar.As they danced, he turned her so her back was to him and completely unzipped her dress. It immediately fell to her waist. Di caught her dress and looked at me, and I just smiled.Ted began to pull her hands away from her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. Now, sh
Brenda gets a tattoo and a cock (1)Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, tipping the bottle back until the last drop slid down her throat. The sun was slipping lower, painting the sky with streaks of deep orange and pink over the ocean. It was her sixth bottle, and the warm buzz in her veins had melted away any lingering tension.Dan reached into the toss-away cooler beside them, pulled out another bottle, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her with a lazy grin."Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda teased, her voice playful as she tossed her thick, glossy black curls over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her full lips curving into a smile that showcased a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped—inevitably—to her chest.The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts—full, round, and straining against the too-tight
Lesbian Confessions (2)Emily's freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big, goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. "Time for the tour!"I chuckled and followed her inside. She'd sent me pictures of her new place when she first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style—the living room was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia, with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television stand.Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch, along with comic books and Egyptian history magazines.The whole house smelled of incense.I inhaled deeply. "What scent is that?""Aphrodisiac," Emily smiled. "It's my favorite."Ho
There are moments in life that change you forever—when you stop being who the world expects you to be and start becoming who you really are. For me, that moment was when I fell in love with a girl.My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I’m in love with a girl.Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying and the most enlightening event of my life. For the longest time, I thought something was off with the way my brain worked. Every time I had a "boyfriend," I felt so... wrong. There’s no other way to explain it. I felt wrong.I moved around a lot throughout my school years—five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my seventh-grade year that I had my first crush on a girl. Her name was Sammi, and she had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember walking to lunch holding hands with her cou
My Sexy Cowgirl ties me up (2)She nodded with a smile. "I have some lube in the bedroom"I took the hint and placed my hands on her hips as we made our way into the room. I was fully ready to fuck her. Within minutes, I had applied the lube on my erect cóck and I was stroking it. She was still smiling as she laid on the bed and spread her legs wide before me. Her pussy glistened with wetness, and she licked her lower lip, eying me. "Ready to own this pussy, huh?" She cooed. I grinned, as I drew close to her and slowly thrust red my lubed fingers into her tight cunt. It was two at first, and I began to slowly twist and flick it, causing her to moan. This went on for a few minutes, and my fingers were fast becoming wet with her juices. Before she knew what was happening, I stopped and grabbed my throbbing cóck. Then, I pressed its head against her entrance. "Don't tease me, please" She begged. "Fuck me already!"She didn't have to ask twice because I was already thrusting my way
"I wish you were here," I murmured into the phone, gripping my bag tighter.Valerie’s soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "Me too."But she wasn’t. And as I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, the weight of that absence settled in. It was Thursday. Just one more class stood between me and the weekend in town—a weekend I wanted to start with her beside me.Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she rode my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless...and the view was breathtaking.Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment where I could taste her and feel her warmth on my tongue.Reality struck, though—I had to present my design to the class that morning, and time was running out. It came down to either grabbing breakfast or taking care of the problem myself.The latter was my only choice because there was no way I was walking into the cafeteria with a
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (4)"Are you going to fuck Mommy, or what?" I demanded."Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right," he said, as he placed his hands firmly on my hips and began rogering me in earnest.I hadn't had a dick this big inside me since college, and I'd almost forgotten how good being fucked by a big cock could feel. My husband used to make me come back when I was married, although more times than not it was with his tongue, but this time, I could already feel an orgasm rising after just a few deep thrusts.I moaned after just over a minute of being fucked by my son, "Oh, yes, baby, give it to Mommy... give me all that dick.""Do you like it hard?" he asked. He was slamming into me now, his body colliding into mine with each stroke."I love it hard, son," I moaned. "Now fuck Mommy good! Fuck me just like you fuck all your other sluts!""You're volunteering to be my slut? To join my stable?" he asked, not slowing down at all in his relentless attack on my feve
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (3)He slid his dick back into my mouth, and I resumed bobbing like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming again, trying to ignore that he was my son, and to focus instead on his huge cock in my mouth.He answered, "She said that once you saw my cock now that I'm grown, it would only be a matter of time before you had to surrender to it."As I bobbed, my desire to give him a blow job consumed me. I couldn't help but think that was exactly something my sister would have said about me, and what I would have said about her, if I was being totally frank with myself."She also told me I could very easily have my own personal live-in Mommy pet," he added, his hands grasping both sides of my head.Those words were so shameful, yet... all I wanted was his cock in my mouth, and soon inside my long-neglected pussy."Do you want to become my Mommy pet?" he asked, pulling out of my mouth."What's gotten into you?" I asked, avoiding the question, and looking up
A Young Man enjoys Fûcking Older Women (2)"What are you sorry about?" I asked. "Having sex with almost every single one of my friends? For having sex in my house when I'm not home? For supplying women with opportunities to break their marriage vows?""Actually... just for you finding out," he admitted."Excuse me?" I asked, getting more pissed. ."They're the ones choosing to break their marriage vows, and that's entirely their choice," he shrugged, obviously not thinking it was a big deal to fuck married women. "That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock. God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come to me," he justified. "At least they do the first time, but then they're on my list.""That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock.God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come and proposition
It was Monday, April 1, 2025. I was working late and it was fast approaching evening when my son, Henry texted me:What time will you be getting home tonight?I looked up at the huge pile of work that still cluttered my desk, sighed, and responded: Likely a couple more hours. I'll order pizza for us before I head out.He responded: Sounds great. Love you.It was sweet that my eighteen-year-old son always texted 'love you' at the end of our conversations.I texted a response: Love you too.Then, I returned to my paperwork. Not even a minute later, I received another text from my son, this one was very different.It read: Need cock?My eyes went wide... especially when I saw the attached picture of his cock—his impressive and erect cock! It was about seven inches long, and thick.I didn't know what on earth to do. I assumed my son had intended to send this inappropriate pic to some girl. But with that said, who the hell would he text those blunt two words to? And that pic?Nobody that I