My fetish about women’s lingerie started innocently enough.
When I was four years old, I entered the only bathroom in the
house, and found my mother standing bent over the toilet pulling
on a long-leg panty girdle, then hooking up nylons. That sight
is burnt into my mind even today. Read the rest of this entry →
My name is Dave and I am a fortysomthing divorcee. My
ex-girlfriend Linda came home and caught me fucking my
buddy Larry in the ass. It was ok if that bitch fucked
other guys. Hell she had fucked Larry a bunch of times.
But if I turn out to like dick, well that was to much for
her. She threatened to leave me if I didn’t quit fucking
guys. Where the fuck does she get off. Well I found that
out sometime later when I caught her getting fucked by the
next door nieghbor Janice. Janice is almost fifty but she
is still hotter than hell. She was wearing a strap-on
dildo and fucking Linda doggy style. Read the rest of this entry →
I will be a senior at the University of Georgia this fall,
and because I’m an only daughter, my parents let me take
this summer (my last) off without having to work. I’ve
been staying with them and simply relaxing. Read the rest of this entry →
One evening, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal
with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut
through the vacant lot beside the house.
My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the
porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I
silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was
originally planning to jump out and scare them, but then I
decided I wanted to hear what they were saying. Read the rest of this entry →
I was raining and thundering like crazy outside. One of
those freak August storms. Melody had gone to bed a couple
of hours ago and Bill and I were just headed downstairs to
the guest room. I really can’t explain it but storms like
these turn me on if not into a horny little slut. All I
want to do is fuck and cum screaming like a banshee. That
why we were now in the guest room so that Melody up on the
second floor wouldn’t hear me. Just as Bill closed the
door I was on him and had his sweats down to his ankles and
his already growing cock in my mouth. Melody is
thirteen-years-old and turning into a real knockout. Read the rest of this entry →
