Flowers freshly blooming, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the noise of the first birds chirping made for a beautiful early spring day. Carson had the windows down and country music blaring as he cruised home from school in his run-down pickup that he worked tirelessly on to keep working. Carson was a senior in high school. His blonde hair fell down just above his eyebrows and his blue eyes pierced through anyone he look...

Tell Sir to fuck him good, Miss. The implications of those words sent to his phone from Beth were still making their way through Ben’s brain as his university tutor’s husband dropped his business trousers to reveal navy briefs, bulging at the crotch. “Do you know what the rule is when Smita picks a new fucktoy?” the older man asked while his audience focused on the dark, damp patch visible where the head of his dick was p...

“How do you like my wife’s cunt, boy?” Patrick growled in Ben’s ear, giving his left buttock a fifth spank. His hips thrust forward, with nowhere for the shockwave to go other than into Smita since Ben’s cock was still buried in her pussy, being milked of the last drops of his young seed. “Answer!” SMACK! “Did you enjoy fucking my wife?” To Ben’s great credit, his first thought was of the older woman beneath him rather th...

As many of you know if you've read my stories before, I love to watch my girlfriend get fucked but she never knows that I'm aware. She's not on board with me watching in the room, so I always have to find a way to make it happen. Every time she gets fucked behind my back, it just happens to be by huge cocks that make her squirt everywhere; I love it but it makes me so jealous because I can't make her do that. Cassie is no...

Green hedges flashed past the passenger window, occasional gaps and gates giving Ben glimpses of the fields of Warwickshire, the distant trees rendered grey by the March rain. Really not much to keep his attention from Smita’s wedding ring, glinting on her light brown finger below a deep red, painted nail whenever she turned the steering wheel. I really shouldn’t be doing this. He tried to steal a glance at her unseen, bu...

JOANNA It's my son's school play today. Backstage, teachers and parents rush fussily from here to there amid a flock of costumed kids. It’s not how I usually allow myself to get. But I'm the class's resident Journalist Mom and I’ve let them suck me into this fully. The play's star and guest of honor happens to be an alumnus who went on to become a moderately famous rock climber, and with him, he brings the attention of th...

It was Monday, the first day of my sophomore year at university.  While walking to Bradford Hall to attend my first class of the day, I was thinking about how right my decision had been to move with my parents to Florida and attend university there instead of staying in our native England. Of course, I missed my friends and life in our town, but the past year had been wonderful and I looked ahead to an even better year. K...

Ms. Roberts was a fairly new professor at her established university. She taught anatomy and physiology for the upperclassmen, the serious students, some would say. She was strict but fair, always giving opportunities for extra credit and extended office hours to help her more dedicated students.  She had noticed one student in particular as he sat at the front of the class each session, furiously taking notes, biting his...