I'd not seen Kelly in a few weeks, not since our text exchange. I didn't think she was avoiding me, though she may have been a little embarrassed by the frankness of our exchange. Understandably so, it was very candid. I saw her parents leave their house and decided to visit her. I think she was a little shocked to see me at her front door. She didn't look too well as I asked how she was. "Nothing has changed," she replie...

I found myself getting emotionally attached to Paula, possibly more than was healthy. I'd liked that time we'd spent alone together, simply holding, and cuddling each other. It was post-orgasm, so it did have a special meaning, but it had an intimacy about it that transcended that. I was struggling a little with my feelings, I'll not deny it. The relationship was borne from sex, and for sex, I should be happy with just th...

It wasn't like I was avoiding my neighbours, quite the opposite. I just waited until I was pretty horny before I got myself into a position to visit. I knew that the price of fucking her was giving him the cock he wanted, I'd come to terms with that too. Any contact with Samantha was a definite bonus, of course, I was more than happy to make up for her boyfriend's strange shortcomings. I wanted to give them room though, n...

I was outside painting, when Paula, my neighbour, appeared at the fence. "You got a minute?" She asked. I, of course, had more than a minute for her, as she took the short walk to my back garden. She was dressed for work and looked sad. I put my hand on her arm and asked her if she was ok, she looked at me, a little tearful. "My husband came out to me last night, he's gay," she whispered. "The day after we ruined his orga...

They returned three days after their daughter had her oral desires filled, and I'd not seen her since. I'd spotted his car, but not seen either of them. I did wonder whether he'd told her he'd sucked me off in the garage. I was also a little curious about whether their daughter had told her mum anything too. I doubted she'd tell her dad. It's not a father/daughter conversation, not in my head at least. That being said, no...

My phone buzzed…... "I'm beginning to regret having my tits done." "Why Kelly? They're magnificent." "No guy ever looks beyond them, looks at me. I'm just tits on a very short, fat stick." "I looked beyond them Kelly, yes I enjoyed them, but I went beyond* "I know, I know, I enjoyed it too, no one else cares though😔" "You kept up your anal training?" "No, no one cares about my ass, or my panties, or my pussy, or me, just...

It was, of course, impossible not to talk to my neighbours, even if I had licked her pussy. Even if he had sucked my load and swallowed it, how could I not? It wasn't like I'd not been a willing partner in both of those. I'd not been forced and I can't deny my orgasm. Even so, it was a little awkward when I met him next time, I was walking passed as he was washing his daughter's car, pretty normal stuff. I stopped to chat...

I liked my neighbours. He was a friendly guy, always willing to help, and never any hassle. She was his long-suffering wife, ample chest and a joy to see about, especially in the summertime when her cleavage was often on display. I'd fantasized about those tits enough and often admired her bras on the line drying. He was a useful guy to know too, a good handyman, something I'm most definitely not. He often gave me help wi...

I'd examined the contents of the bag Lisa gave me carefully over a few days. The ball-splitting cock rings and large butt plugs gave me a clear indication of the pleasures that awaited me, and her. Three days after our drink together, I received a small parcel. Opening it revealed a package Lisa had sent. It contained a soaking wet pair of her pink panties in a sealed bag, a simple message attached: "Show me." I opened up...

It had been about four years since Lisa and I had gone cycling together. A few very eventful rides they were, too. I'd always managed to be behind her, watching her curvy ass smother that seat. If someone can be jealous of a bicycle seat, then I was that guy. It came as a surprise when I received a text from her, I didn't think she'd kept my number. She was remarkably well-informed as well. Lisa was a long-term divorcee,...

It had been a week since Kelly and I had fucked. The memory of it was rarely out of my mind, getting my hands on her tits had been a fantasy of mine for years. Getting to fuck her was something I thought I'd never do. I smiled broadly when I received her text. "I've bought new panties, red lace." I replied by reminding her of our deal. I have to see them, as I'd paid for them. I was expecting a picture back, but no, my ph...

It didn't take long for the texts to appear. Pleading with me not to show the video and offering me my money back. I didn't want my money back, I wanted my money's worth. The texts became ever more desperate, telling me how she could lose her job if that footage was leaked. The stuff she had on me would just be an acute embarrassment, bad, but not life-changing. The video I had, showing her seemingly about to suck a cock,...

I still saw Kelly, albeit infrequently, but thought it best to keep my distance after I had cum in her bra cup. She'd told me she'd filmed me for a while, I hoped she hadn't, but had no way of knowing. I was washing my car when she drove past, dropped her window and called me over. Feeling nervous, I approached her car window. She wasn't smiling. I looked at her, and a hint of cleavage greeted me. I'd seen much more of th...

I'd known Kelly for years, since she and her family moved in twenty years ago. She was a pretty child, with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, always happy, I always thought she'd grow into a pretty woman, marry, and make some guy very happy. I never did understand why she was still at home, with her parents at 33 ish years old. She wasn't perfect by any means, she was a short girl, barely reaching five feet, but so what?...

What's that on the floor? It looks like...oh, they're her panties. They were the ones she'd been wearing all day yesterday. Inspecting them, sweat stains, and some pussy juice too. Holding them to my face, tasting them, smelling them, my cock getting harder. I can't resist, slipping into those stained panties, my cock strains the waistband, thoughts of them being next to her pussy and ass for hours. Stroking myself, balls...