It was an ordinary day and evening, but the night would be anything but ordinary. My sixteenth birthday had just past and mom's birthday was in a couple of days. My brother had arrived home between military assignments for his month-long leave. Immediately after he got his diploma, he enlisted. Mom had converted his bedroom to an art studio for her painting activities, so we had to share the double bed in my bedroom durin...

During the following week, Kathy and I had several conversations about what might happen and how we were going to keep our minds open to all the possibilities and just go with the flow. We were still having our daily sexual dose of fucking and cum eating. The day finally arrived. We were both excited with anticipation of what might be. The door bell rang at seven o'clock sharp. Kathy and I both went to the door to greet o...

Friday night had been an eye-opening experience: our first foursome. The next day, Kathy and I began a long 'soul-searching' talk about what had transpired the night before. Kathy initiated the conversation, "Am I wrong? Or did you enjoy fucking Pat a little too much?" How could I counter my wife's directness except by answering truthfully? "Yes, she's a beautiful woman who knows how to suck and fuck. Did you enjoy her to...

I had spent the last three days staring at this scrap of paper. After what had happened, I wasn't sure what I should do, or if I should do anything, it was plain as day - 555-873-3201. What the hell! I called the number. It rang. Someone picked up. "Hola, jello." It had to be her with that slightly broken-English response. "Silvia?" "Si, this is Silvia." Holy shit, she had actually given me her real number. I was nearly s...

Sycamore Street, 873 Sycamore to be exact, was a street like any other street except on that Friday night. I was home alone. No boyfriend, no date, girlfriends busy, nada, sooo... that meant the only sex I'd be having was between me and myself. Being sixteen wasn't turning out to be all that sweet after all. Let me back up a bit. My name is Karrie, sixteen, a sophomore in high school. I'm not a virgin anymore. My boyfrien...

Post Nirvana - oh my god, my Mom had turned into an insatiable siren. She couldn't get enough of my cock even when Dad was around. We had finished dinner. Dad went into the living room to watch the news, and like he does, he dozed a bit. Mom winked at me then motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen. Her hand fondled my cock then she dropped to her knees and began sucking me with Dad less than thirty feet away. It w...

Do you remember how you looked forward to Christmas? Well, that was the way Kathy and I approached the coming Friday. Our nightly routine had begun to seem a little ordinary, however, on the plus side, it was a huge improvement over our previous sex life. Like the days before Christmas, this week dragged by, but Friday finally arrived. At breakfast, I could tell that my wife was hyper-excited about what might happen that...

Can you have too much oral sex? I don't know, but my Mom and I were going to find out. Once we dove into our oral relationship, it was non-stop oral gratification. We were both running around the house horny as hell. After my dad went to bed, I'd usually eat her delicious-tasting pussy in the study before going to bed. I made sure she had at least two or three orgasms during the day while I had a couple. She was actually...

New York City: the place where careers are made and dreams are crushed. I was still in the dreaming phase. One thing for sure, I needed a place to stay. This city was noting like my hometown, Iowa City, home of the University of Iowa. With my Fashion Design degree in hand, I was ready to make my name in the fashion industry. After scouring the apartment listings, I found a place on West 134th street. It would be close to...

I think I'm a typical married guy. After we got married, our sexual activity dropped off dramatically to maybe once a week. If I had done something to upset the little lady, the frequency was even less. Sex became weaponized and was used as punishment for whatever perceived slight had occurred. Many times, I didn't even know what the initiating event was. I can hear all you ladies thinking, "What a typical 'guy thing' to...

In desperate need of an 'afternoon pick-me-up,' I stopped in a strip mall's Starbucks. While my Expresso Frappuccino with three expresso shots was being assembled, a woman stepped up behind me. With her approach, the air swirled about me like a localized whirlwind. A cloud of her presence activated my olfactory sense as I inhaled a whiff of her perfume. It was a scent I recognized. It was my favorite, Riva Gauche by VSL....

With the overnight deluge and the precipitous temperature drop, the lake had taken on a surreal look. A slight, misty fog had formed from the little cloud, streamers radiating from its surface. The tree limbs drooped from the midnight torrent. The air smelled like fresh pine. The sun hadn't made it over the tree line, so everything seemed to be covered in pre-dawn shadows. You know when you wonder if the sun is really goi...

I'd been in a euphoric fog all weekend. I'd never had orgasms so strong, long or frequent as he'd given me. I was just going through the motions of living because my mind was thinking about the height of pleasure he'd provided me. I felt so contented. I was really calm about the whole thing, which is totally abhorrent to my personality. I guess it was blissful acceptance. I couldn't find a good time to talk with my son ov...

I thought we had a typical family, my husband, two sons and myself. My boys had grown up. One was married now and the other just finished his first year in college. We always tried to make sure there was family time no matter how hectic our schedules were. It was important, but this year, it just wasn't going to work out. You see, it was supposed to be our normal July vacation to our Utah lake cabin, but my husband had an...

I saw her on the first day of college. When she walked in the door of the freshman American History class, I was thunderstruck by her beauty. Long brown hair the color of cinnamon that shimmered in the filtered window light of autumn; long legs covered barely by a mid-thigh mini-skirt and a white blouse that hugged her ample breasts. Her skin was light brown the color of Grade A maple syrup and suggested that she might be...