He laid next to me on the bed, kissing my neck as I recovered from my orgasm.
I turned toward him, enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck, when I realised that he was still fully dressed.
Not only that, but I had already had two orgasms, and I hadn't even touched him yet. It was strange to me -- Jason always demanded that I stroke his cock before he would touch me.
I was so used to it that the fact that Mr. Davidson hadn't said anything yet was completely foreign to me -- the fact that he had put me before him was strange. As I realised it, I started to pull on Mr. Davidson's shirt, wanting to touch him, make him feel as good as he had made me feel.
He kept kissing my neck, and I pulled his shirt up. He moved his lips away from me as I pulled it over his head, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to him as soon as I had it off him.
My breasts were pressed against his chest and I could feel my hard n
He stared at me for a moment, looking slightly amused before I kissed him again. As I did, he pulled me down completely on his cock, thrusting up into me. I couldn't help but cry out -- he was much thicker than Jason was, and I could feel him stretching me. He buried his cock in my cunt, and held me still against him for a moment before he started to guide my movements, his hands never leaving my ass. I gasped as I moved against him. Jason and I had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Davidson was hitting places in my cunt that I didn't even know existed. Soon, Mr. Davidson's hands were just resting against my ass as I rode his cock, moving my hips hard against him.I gasped and moaned, feeling myself build up in a way I had never felt before. My movements started to get a bit more sporadic, but before I could cum, Mr. Davidson stilled my movements, his hands holding me firmly down against him.I looked at him, panting. "Please, don't make me stop," I gasped, trying to writhe again
A QUICKIE WITH THE MARRIED BRIDESMAID - 1At his cousin’s wedding last year, Jake found himself serving as one of the groomsmen, dressed sharp in a fitted black tuxedo that, he’d admit, made him feel more confident than usual. It wasn’t long before he met his partner for the wedding party dance—Anna, a bridesmaid who was already catching glances around the room.She was tall, slender, and radiated a confidence that had Jake intrigued from the start. Her long auburn hair fell in loose waves, and her bright eyes sparkled whenever she laughed.As they were introduced, Jake extended his hand. "Looks like we're stuck with each other tonight."Anna smiled warmly. "Seems that way," she replied, her gaze holding his just a bit longer than expected. "Hope you can keep up.""Oh, I think I'll manage," Jake replied, grinning.They quickly hit it off, bantering and laughing throughout the rehearsal and various pre-wedding events. It was playful, flirtatious even, though Jake kept his expectations
A QUICKIE WITH THE MARRIED BRIDESMAID -2The room was silent except her soft gasps and whispers of his name. She pulled her gown upwards, revealing her shaved pussy.A small lump formed in his throat as he ran his eyes over her core.Damn!It was trim and already soaking wet...just for him, he realized."Go on." Anna urged, pushing his head against her pussy. "Show me what that tongue can do."That was a challenge he was itching to accept.He lifted her with his arms and steadied her on the table, spreading her legs far apart. Then, he lowered his face again to her throbbing pussy and gently kissed at her juices that were already dripping down her thighs."Jakee.." She let out another moan, shuddering as she arched her back. Immediately , there was a sudden knock at the door.“Anna?” her husband’s voice called, a hint of worry in his tone.They froze, exchanging a quick, alarmed look.Anna’s eyes were wide, but she didn’t move.Jake whispered, “Hide. Now.”Instead, Anna simply relaxed
A QUICKIE WITH THE MARRIED BRIDESMAID -3"You don't tell me what to do, you cheating whore!"His curse words seemed to turn her on. She was a cheating whore! That was all she could ever be!His tongue ran over her pussy, flicking up and down as she wriggled her ass on the table.With every contact he made with her core, she was sure that she was definitely one step away from losing her sanity.Nothing made sense to her anymore.All she wanted was to feel his hardness pound away inside her. He increased the pace of the movement of his tongue on her and soon, her entire body began to shudder.Jake sensed what was about to happen.She was going to cum, and he couldn't allow that. Not until he taught her a lesson for cheating on her husband. He wanted to own her pussy while her juices dripped out.She began to shake as she felt herself approach a high climax. Jake stood up abruptly."Now, it's time to get what you deserve! But before that...I need you to beg for it." He growled.Her eyes
(Samantha, a sexy Asian girl is tied up at a beach.)Samantha heard the sound of her phone vibrating in the sand. Kind of hard to answer the phone when you can't move your arms. Even if they weren't tied behind her back to the chair that she sat in, it'd be impossible to say anything through the tape wrapped around her mouth."How does it feel? Are you comfortable?" Jason asked even though the look on his face suggested that he knew the answer. She felt the sand in her toes. That was the only comfortable part about it."Uh...!" Samantha moaned. She felt the ropes holding her legs together and she desperately wanted them apart.They had become much tanner after a few days in the tropical sunshine.Honeymoons are normally relaxing. They aren't supposed to be terrifying."Good." Jason seemed pleased by his handiwork. "I'm gonna be right back. I want to get coffee first. Don't go anywhere, Sam." He seemed delighted. They had dragged the chair onto the beach. Jason said it'd be fun.She c
"You're pretty good at this game." She took it as a yes. "Is it something that you'd find in a chest of sex toys?" "Yes." She couldn't see his face, but his hands were olive-colored. She guessed he might have been Persian. She tried to pretend like it didn't bother her when the hands went down to her thighs and grabbed the sides of her ass. "Is it something that you would use to stimulate a male?" The hands stopped moving. They came off of her. Thank God. Then she nearly screamed her head off when she saw the pocket knife. He cut her bikini top off with it. The remains of the bikini top were pulled off of her breasts. She was powerless to stop it. "No. No, please." She felt his cock on her shoulder. He had unzipped himself, and it rested on her shoulder like a warm, throbbing parrot. She felt it slide, and the moist tip of it kissed the side of her neck. "Forgot to mention. Every 'no' will cost you the removal of a garment. And you only have one left." She
Sabrina waited nervously in the reception area. The lovely young woman kept fidgeting with her long auburn hair and smoothing her pale blue sundress. She'd been building up the courage to make this appointment. Now, she had to keep focused on the reason she was here. The 27-year-old wife wanted to be a better lover. Even before her marriage five years ago, Sabrina realized she was inexperienced sexually. She loved her husband dearly and wanted desperately to please him—and herself—in bed. But her puritanical upbringing and somewhat sheltered social life had left her almost naive about sex. The problem was variety and experimentation. She had been raised with the idea that making love simply meant intercourse in the missionary position. Of course, now she had been married long enough to know that there were other "flavors" to sample in the bedroom's candy store. But she just could not let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy them. Her husband was patient and never tried to
"I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried about anything," she admitted. "What kinds of things do you worry about during sex, Sabrina? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?" "No, well... sometimes, maybe," she said, as the butterflies took flight again in her belly. She unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch. "You do have orgasms, don't you?" "Yes..." she said softly. "Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with your husband, or when you masturbate?" Sabrina couldn't help opening her eyes slightly and glancing at him. "Um, probably when I masturbate..." she whispered, feeling ashamed. "Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong? Did someone tell you that sex is dirty—especially oral sex?" "Yes, my parents. People at church," she admitted. "Can you have multiple orgasms?" "I guess. I mean, I think so," she answered, as if the question caught her off guard. "Good. Close your eyes again," the doctor said softly as he carefu
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