Falling for my son's séxy teacher (7)Stephanie couldn't believe that she was sitting on the sofa in her own house, kissing a woman. She always loved kissing, but nothing had ever turned her on like Kelly's lips. Suddenly, she imagined Kelly doing the same thing between her legs. A moan escaped her lips.As if Kelly had read her mind, she pulled away and whispered, "I want to kiss the lips between your legs.""No, Kelly," Stephanie whined. It was a weak protest and sounded like she couldn't control what was going to happen.Kelly didn't wait for an answer and reached under the afghan to push Stephanie's skirt to her waist."Kelly, we can't... David... he's...""He's asleep already." With that, Kelly slipped to the floor and onto her knees. She pulled the afghan from Stephanie's lap."Oh God," Kelly gasped as the woman's lower half was uncovered. Her vagina was swollen, and the sparse pubic hair was smeared with her copious juices from top to bottom.Stephanie's eyes were wide as she w
FALLING FOR MY SON'S SÈXY TEACHER (8)Stephanie could think of nothing but Kelly over the next several days. She couldn't believe how good it had felt to have her mouth on her pussy. She could almost still feel Kelly’s lips on her. While she was satisfied, there was an excitement burning inside her. She also felt selfish.She had never been a taker. Just the opposite—she had always been the giver, to her husband, her son, or anyone else who needed her.Now she felt guilty for letting Kelly please her with her mouth while she had done nothing in return. Since Kelly hadn't called in several days, Stephanie worried she might be angry with her. Suddenly, she had to call her, to tell her… something. She wasn’t sure what. But she had to talk to her.It was almost 8 p.m., and Kelly was still at school. Report cards were due in just a few days, and she still had papers to grade before she could fill them in. It was always at this time of the semester that she felt hyper and out of control. Ho
Falling for my son's séxy teacher (10)~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~~Stephanie swallowed hard and looked at the dark outline of Kelly's wet pûssy in front of her face.The heat radiating from Kelly’s body was almost overwhelming. She swallowed hard and leaned in, her lips brushing against the slick folds of Kelly’s pûssy.Kelly let out a soft moan, her hand slipping beneath the desk to tangle in Stephanie’s hair, guiding her movements."That’s it," Kelly said, her voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that."Stephanie’s inhibitions melted away as she worked, her tongue exploring every inch of Kelly’s wet heat. The taste of her was intoxicating, a desire that drove Stephanie to please her even more.Kelly’s breathing grew heavier, her soft moans filling the quiet classroom. Her hips began to move in time with Stephanie’s tongue, her body demanding more."You’re so good at this," Kelly murmured, her voice breaking slightly as she reached for the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly. "Don’t stop.
Falling for my son's séxy teacher (11)Stephanie could feel her pulse hammering in her chest, the anticipation building as Kelly sensuously rolled down her other stocking, taking her time to savor every motion. The blonde’s hand briefly brushed against her glistening mound, drawing a quiet gasp from Stephanie. Kelly slipped her black heels back on, standing at the foot of the bed like a vision of sinful seduction. Her lips curved into a playful smile as she reached for Stephanie’s ankle, lifting it gently. “I need to keep you exactly where I want you,” Kelly said in a low, teasing voice. Stephanie swallowed hard, her breath hitching as Kelly tied one stocking snugly around her ankle and fastened it to the footboard. The silk was firm yet soft, holding her in place without discomfort. “Kelly…” Stephanie began, but her voice faltered when Kelly turned her attention to the other ankle, repeating the process with deliberate care. “Shh,” Kelly whispered, pressing a kiss to Stephan
On her knees for four men; the perfect cóck sucker. (1)Yesterday, Lisa had been a suburban wife and mom who drove a minivan. She was in a somewhat boring but secure and monogamous marriage. Today, she was naked, on her knees, and surrounded by cócks. Lisa was 32 years old and had an angelic face. Her long dark curls cascaded to the middle of her back. She was five-foot-four and weighed no more than 125 pounds. She had a tiny waist and big boobs. Despite the size of her bouncy tits, her hourglass figure had even more sand at the bottom. Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl. In public, Lisa always seemed to wear a sports bra that showed off her bountiful cleavage. She paired that with tight yoga shorts. She wore this attire despite the fact that she had quit yoga class after two weeks because she found it painfully boring. In truth, she liked the way her tits and ass looked in the outfits, and she loved the attention she got when wearing them. Sh
The perfect cócksucker (2)Over the rest of Lisa's sophomore year, Ross and Lisa would "study" twice a week. In fact, their "study" sessions continued long after they no longer had a class together. They never fûcked. In both their minds, that would have counted as cheating on his fiancée. Once or twice, Ross had eaten her pûssy. But mainly, he would go over to her room. They would hang out for a while and then she would suck his cóck.Lisa never had any romantic expectations from their relationship. She just liked hanging out with Ross. And she loved sucking cóck. And not just his cóck. Lisa sucked no less than four cócks each week for at least six months during her second year of college. That number went even higher in her junior year.Kneeling in front of a willing man felt so natural to her. Lisa enjoyed the feeling of a hard dîck in her mouth. It thrilled her and made her pûssy tingle.She relished the creamy texture and taste of jism. Like fine wine, every guy's seed had a uni
The perfect cócksucker (3)She blinked at the note, confused. Then, she looked around the parking lot but did not see anyone who looked suspicious.She crumpled the note and put it in her pocket. After a few days of nothing out of the ordinary happening, Lisa speculated that maybe the note had been put on her windshield as a random prank. After all, the note did not have her name on it. Maybe, it wasn't meant for her. Some teen could have placed it there as a mistake. The hopes about randomness evaporated when Lisa received another handwritten note says later. This one was included with a flower delivery to her office. Her assistant Chase, a cute 22-year-old Latino incapable of growing a decent moustache yet, handed her a long white box, containing a single red rose. The enclosed card read:To the cock-sucking skank,I left on the thorns because I know how much you like pricks. But does Simon know?Lisa frowned. This was serious. Whoever sent the note knew about her past, knew
The perfect cócksucker (4)"Take off your clothes!" She said with a raised voice. Simon looked at his beautiful wife with surprise and asked, "What's gotten into you?""Your dick in about two minutes," she replied.Simon swiftly took off his clothes. Lisa pushed him backwards onto their king-sized bed. She crawled between his legs and inhaled his cóck.When Simon's dick was hard and coated in her saliva, she lied down on her back next to him, spread her legs, and said, "Fûck me."Within minutes, Simon slid his throbbing dîck into her sopping wet cunt. She let out a moan. As Simon began thrusting in and out, Lisa moaned, "Fûck me harder."Simon picked up the pace and force of his strokes. In response, Lisa cried loudly, "Harder!"Again, Simon quickened his pace and increased the force. Still, it was not enough. "Harder!" she yelled.Then, he jackhammered her pussy with all he had. Lisa began screaming "Yes" repeatedly. Simon covered her face with a pillow to muffle the sound, to avoid
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