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
He inhaled her musky scent and stabbed his tongue deeper to taste the sweet nectar waiting. Hearing her gasp with approval above him, the doctor spread her glistening p*ssy lips open with his fingers while he lapped at her with fury, letting her luscious taste wash over his palate. Sabrina gripped and clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved slowly on her, almost teasing her by not hurrying. She could feel the little button at the center of her sex throbbing and pulsing, aching for his touch. Finally, he gave in to her need and swiped his probing tongue directly over the pearl. Skyrockets went off in her head, and her entire body went rigid against him. Dr. Burrows was also enduring carnal rushes of desire. His cock was fighting for room in his pants and needed release. While one hand continued to hold the writhing woman pinned down and spread open, his other hand deftly removed his shoes and soc
HOW I FÛCKED MY BESTFRIEND'S MOTHER (5)I let out a low grunt. Then, I whimpered softly as she ran a finger on the tip of my dripping cóck head which felt like a raw nerve. Fuckkkk!It felt crazy that I was in this position with Marks mother when he laid next to me, deeply asleep. What if he woke up? I wondered. But I didn't wonder for too long because I soon began to squirm in the bed, moaning as she ran her hand across it."Let's get it nice and wet." She whispered.She began to stroke it again and it felt even better as her hand slid along my now slick cóck."Do you feel good, baby?""Hmm-mm" I groaned into her palm."It sure feels could, but can you jerk yourself off?"Before I could say anything in response, she let go of my cóck and rose to her feet. My heart raced. Then, she shot a quick glance at Mark before she lifted the sheet up, keeping her hand over my face. Next, she leaned over the bed and put her face over my cóck as her mouth opened wide before it. My eyes felt li
How I Fûcked my Bestfriend's mother. (4)••••••"Damn it." I said softly."Because I will, I'll get on my knees and blow your cóck the way those girls at school haven't learned how to yet. You ready for that Steven, you ready to fûck a real woman?"Was this really happening? A part of me was waiting to wake up in the small twin bed Mark had set up for me in his room with a raging hard on. Another nasty dream about Melanie, the red hot milf. But her hand in my hair felt real and so did her hot breath on my neck."I've been waiting for you Steven. I told myself that the next time I saw you, I would do what I wanted to do last year. Well, here you are in my house, looking damn good, better than ever. Honey, I want to take you for a long hard ride. That is if you want to?"Her lips pressed against my neck and I heard a pathetic whimpering sound and blushed when I realized it was coming from me."Ohh, I like that." She purred, "That just from a kiss? What are you going to sound like when
(How I Fûcked my Bestfriend's mother -3)LATER THAT EVENING"Fuck!" Mark yelled, "Watch out for that...""Goddamn it!" I exclaimed while watching our guys get blown up in their jeep, "How the hell did he still have anything left in that tank?""Maybe he found ammo." He sighed, disgustedly putting his controller down and taking a swig of Mountain Dew, "That's the third time these idiots beat us.""No, kidding, what the hell are they, professional mercenaries?" I removed my headset not caring if the clowns we were playing heard me or not."Nah, he said they just have no lives." Mark laughed listening to them talk on his headset, "They want to know if we want to play together with them in a four on four.""Yeahh, sure." I said, "But I need to take a leak and give my eyes a couple of minutes off.""Sure, just give us a few." Mark said, then leaning back in the old car seat he had gotten at the scrap yard and used as a gaming chair. Then, he started playing a solo game."Man, don't you eve
HOW I FÛCKED MY BESTFRIEND'S MOTHER (2)I remembered countless nights of sleeping over, sitting on the floor of the living room, watching movies or playing video games while sneaking furtive glances at Melanie. She would lie on the couch, either watching TV with us or reading.She never dressed provocatively, but she had no issue wearing shorts that emphasized the word short or the little dresses she wore when she went to sit by the beach—dresses she would often leave on when she came home.Melanie was a dance instructor and had the legs to prove it. My eyes would run up and down those legs, imagining my tongue doing the same. At night, when I knew Mark was asleep, I would slip into the bathroom and jerk off, thinking about those legs—as well as her lips—wrapped around me.I hadn't seen Melanie in nearly a year. While at school, my fantasies had shifted to the numerous hot young coeds I saw every day. But after less than five minutes of staring at her ass, I was reminded why she had
(A young man has a late night encounter with his bestfriend's mother)I was nineteen years old. A legal adult. I’d survived a year of college two thousand miles away, managed my own schedule, did my own laundry, and didn’t starve to death. And yet, according to my parents, I still couldn’t be trusted to stay home alone for two damn weeks. Ridiculous. With an annoyed sigh, I stuffed the last of my clothes into the suitcase and yanked the zipper shut. My smaller bag—packed with essentials like my iPod, Samsung tablet, and a couple of books—sat next to it, mocking me. Two weeks of exile at my grandparents’ house. Two weeks of early dinners, nosy questions, and no freedom. And for what? Because my parents thought I’d throw a massive house party the second they left for their cruise? Like I had an endless supply of girls just waiting to flood through the front door? Please. I hadn’t even been back long enough to reconnect with anyone. Chelsea and I had broken up two months before t
Have you ever been fucked in the most random place ever?If so, then let me tell you a quick story of how I became the personal slut for my colleague at college.Don't judge me!******(This morning)So, we have 15 minutes between classes, but he's persistent.He grabs my hand and pulls me into the men's room on the third floor of the physics building."This is crazy," I whisper, my heart pounding. "We're gonna get caught!""Nobody ever comes up here," he murmurs, his lips already dangerously close to mine. "Besides, I know you want it..."He knows I'm a horny little slut. Fuckkk. He knew I wanted his cock in me.Our backpacks hit the floor. He pins me against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine, his tongue teasing, demanding. He knows I like it rough. He knows every little trick to drive me insane.I can feel the hard line of his cóck through his jeans as he grinds against me.He grabs my butt and my tîts, teasing my nîpples through my tee shirt.He takes my hair out of my ponytai
Fucked by the sperm donor (6)Andrew cupped her breasts, his gaze dark with hunger. They were just as he had imagined—full and soft, with stiff pink nipples that stood like tiny pencil erasers, begging for his attention.Lily gasped as Andrew's lips found her skin, his slow assault beginning with teasing kisses and firm strokes. Her body tingled, anticipation curling in her belly as she looked down at his dark lips enveloping her sensitive peaks.Andrew enjoyed playing with his prey. He was experienced—his body count easily exceeded a hundred women—but Lily, of course, didn’t know that. His health checks were all clear, not that she thought to ask.He had a thing for white women, and the thought of planting his seed inside this loving wife made his blood rush south. Still, he knew he had to pace himself, to hold back and be respectful—at least for now."Sorry," he murmured against her skin. "This will be a lot easier if we're both turned on."Lily bit her lip. She was nervous, but her
Lily fucks the sperm donor (5)The drive to Andrew’s apartment passed in a blur. Lily’s mind raced, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. Janine, full of energy, tried to keep things light.“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this! It’s going to be wild.”“Yeah, wild,” Lily echoed, her heart pounding. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t get too crazy.”Janine laughed and nudged her. “You’ll be fine. You’re in control.”When they arrived, Janine led the way. They rode the elevator in silence, tension thick between them. As they reached Andrew’s floor, Janine turned to Lily, her expression serious.“I’ll be in the living room. Knock if you need anything. You got this, Lil.”Lily nodded, took a deep breath, and walked to Andrew’s door. Her nerves fluttered as she knocked. A moment later, the door swung open. Andrew stood there in a fitted T-shirt and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy, a warm smile on his face.“Lily,” he greeted, stepping aside. “Great to finally meet you.”“Hi, Andrew.” She
Lily fucks the sperm donor (4)“Of course,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed. “What’s up?”Lily took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “You remember how we talked about alternative options? Well... Janine and I discussed something that might help us.”David’s expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. “What do you mean? Did you find another doctor?”“No, it’s not about a doctor,” she began, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s about a donor.”“A donor?” he echoed, his voice edged with confusion. “What do you mean?”“Janine has a friend,” she explained carefully, pulling her phone back into her lap and scrolling to the photos. “His name is Andrew. He’s successful, healthy, and... well, he’s quite attractive.”Lily hesitated, watching David’s brow furrow deeper as she pulled up the pictures. “He’s a stockbroker, and I thought you might want to see for yourself.”She held her phone out to him, and David took it, his eyes scannin