One day, My sister, who was also a cheerleader, stormed into my room while I was in my bed, on my laptop watching, ironically, cheerleader p**n, and jerking off."Oh shit, wrong room." She exclaimed. I gasped, dîck in hand, completely humiliated to be caught jerking off, "Get out!" "Oh shit," she laughed, clearly quite drunk but realizing what I was doing. After a pause, she added, looking at my fully erect dîck, and smiling, "Nice package you've been hiding, little brother." I was only three minutes younger than her. Although we were twins we are complete opposites. She had the looks; I got the brains. She was a bitch, I was a nice guy. I repeated my demand, as I hid my raging hard on, behind my computer "Get out." "Oh, I've seen many dicks before," she quipped."Well, I don't care to know that," I shot back."What ya watching?" she asked, moving closer to me. "Anime p**n?""Just leave," I demanded, still mortified to be caught in such a compromising position. She grabbed my
Cheerleading Slut (2)When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting.There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art.My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin. A beautiful contrast of white against brown. I flipped through a few more pictures of Janice pleasuring Kara's breàsts and noticed that Janice's face didn't show the same embarrassment as she did when she was getting photographed with her breàsts. No, her eyes were glazed over as though she was in utter awe of the beauty of the black breàsts she was pleasing.There were a couple more pictures of Janice kissing Sophia's small, perky breàsts; the smug smile on Sophia's face and her hands on the back of Janice's head. In
Cheerleader slut (3)The last picture was Janice's. Her butt was not too big or small, not fat or skinny, was enticing... an example of what simple beauty is, not the fake generic anorexic look showcased by today's models.I pondered whom I would fûck if given the chance. Oh, I would definitely date Janice if the option was there, but in regards to fûcking and losing my virginity... well that wasn't as black and white (pun intended). I stared at their asses like I was at the Louvre trying to decide which my favourite was: the La Grande Odalisque painting or the Sleeping Hermaphrodites sculpture; as well as my biggest disappointment, the Akhenaten which didn't live up to my expectations. Well, I went to France on my grade 11 travel tour. I couldn't pick a favorite, each painting, each sculpture being so symbolic and distinct on its own, defining a time in history. I couldn't choose between two completely different women, although I compared Sophia to the Akhenaten, a little disappoi
Cheerleading Slût (4)I pulled my cóck out, slowly stroking it, imagining watching the lesbian sèx that was happening in my sister's room. Although Sophia was way too anorexic to be sèxy, her face was beautiful and seeing her buried in my sister's cûnt, or her mouth wrapped around my cóck, was enough to get me hard instantly.Eventually my sister got close. She moaned, sounding vulnerable for the first time, "Don't stop, so close."I could vaguely hear her breathing getting heavier and I began furiously pumping my cóck trying to time my own orgasm with hers."Yes, oh yes," Samantha moaned, "God, I love your tongue."I had seconds before I was going to erupt myself as I imagined it was me lapping away at her shaved pûssy."Oh, oh, oh, yessssss," Samantha gasped, as she reached orgasm and a couple of seconds later I followed suit, my cûm rocketing straight up in the air in salute.After a moment, as I leaned back on my chair spent, Sophia said, "You do have a sweet tasting box.""And yo
Cheerleader Slut- (5)"I did not," she said, before adding, clearly still annoyed I gave her a facial, "fuck, I hate cûm.""You'd rather I fill your mouth next time?" I asked."There won't be a next time," she defiantly said.I laughed, moving to her, "Oh, Samantha, let's not pretend you can resist this.""Yes, Eddie, just show your dîck to a girl and she will become your slut," she sarcastically responded, although she did indeed glance down at it once again."Actually, that is exactly what I am assuming," I nodded, again standing directly in front of her."You're just like the rest of them," she said, tears suddenly forming in her eyes as she shifted from defiant and angry to emotional and vulnerable."No, I'm not," I shook my head, suddenly feeling guilty for taking advantage of her when she was at her most vulnerable.Tears began streaming down her face, something I had never saw from her before, as she babbled, "They fûcking cheated on me.""I know," I said, pulling her in for a
Cheerleader Slut! (6)"How bad do you need this cóck?" I growled.."So bad." She gasped. "Beg For it!" I ordered, as I made an attempt to pull my cóck out of her ass, seeing that it was already half way in."Eddie... please.""No. Don't call me by my name. Call me something different." I said, already enjoying what was happening. I had never seen by sister being this desperate before. It was something I was willing to take advantage of. "Please —" She whimpered, arching her back. "What's my name? I'm your master. Your ass belongs to me, and I'll fuck you anyhow I want to." I said. "Do you understand, Bitch?" "Yes, Master..." She gasped again."Good."I said as I slid further into her needy back door, feeling similar and yet completely different to the sensation of her mouth. Oddly, my first thought was 'I wonder what it would feel like in her pussy?' I chuckled to myself at how greedy I was getting instead of focusing on the reality that I was losing my virginity, well my anal vi
I had been working in the hotel bar for about a year when this unfolded. I’d always had a huge crush on one of the receptionists, Nina. Although she usually smiled when I spoke to her during the rare moments our breaks overlapped, I hadn’t pursued anything. I didn’t want a work relationship to turn awkward. Nina was from Spain—a tanned, dark-haired, gorgeous woman about my age. This all went back to a Friday night and what we saw and guessed. I was working a long shift in the bar, starting at 4 p.m. About an hour into my shift, a couple walked in. My attention went to the wife first—she was stunning, and her sports bra top naturally drew the eye. I refocused instantly and welcomed them both to the bar. As they approached, I noticed they were clearly married. It looked like one of those romantic Friday night getaways I’d seen many times.The man ordered drinks, and while I prepared them, the wife moved to sit on a lounge chair. She was dressed head-to-toe in sportswear, and her L
A hotel gangbang gets the staff hórny too. (2)I replied, “You are wild. Next time, let me hold the camera.”Reception was clearly quiet, and the bar wasn’t much busier. Nina’s response came back within seconds.“You can hold the camera if you want. I was beginning to hope you’d do more than that.”I sent back an aubergine emoji, feeling bolder than usual.The next time I looked up from serving, the husband was on his own again. I must have missed when Suit Guy left. I messaged Nina, “I think the stud left.”She confirmed it and added, “Just had a complaint about noisy sex from a room on the floor below your ‘friends.’ They didn’t know which room, fortunately. Imagine having to front someone about that. Lucky lady, I say!”I shot back, “Is that one of your fantasies, then? A stranger, a friend, or maybe a lesbian encounter?”After a while, she replied, “You might be surprised by what I’d consider, in the right circumstances with the right person. This is weird flirting, by the way.”I
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