Hank sat dejected in the chair in front of Coach Johnson’s desk.  On the other side of the desk sat his college football coach, his elbows on the desk with his head in his hands. Hank was not feeling much like the star quarterback at this moment.  He wondered if he was even going to remain on the team, or hell, he may lose his scholarship as well, fuck, he thought. “Coach, there has to be something that can be done,” Hank...

  Lucy and Stevie had a very open relationship. He knew she loved sex and had arranged many nights where his friends had fucked her. They had planned to go to a party on Saturday night that was not far from Stevie’s house. She could go dressed and really went for it—sexy lingerie, false boobs, wig, makeup, jewelry, perfume and a very short dress. Lucy loved guys getting excited over her. Little did she know what to expect...

After pulling a second watch patrol shift, I dropped into Fred's Cop bar around midnight. I was hoping there would be a few Badge Bunnies looking for companionship, for a drink, and possibly a roll in the hay. The selection would be slim due to the late hour. The Bunnies looking for a serious fuck would have arrived around 9 pm. Fred's is a quiet bar in a quiet neighborhood. Most patrons are Law Enforcement Officers looki...

  Chantelle clearly had a good idea of what she wanted and how she wanted it. It had been mentioned by Ryan how Chantelle liked to be the more dominant female in a girl-girl situation. This was becoming apparent from the moment Dan sexily slammed me on the bed, ramming his horny tongue in my mouth and giving me his naughty, cheeky grin. Chantelle mounted the bed on her knees, energetic and direct about where she wanted to...

Here is a real cuckold tale about my own wife.  All photos are of the real wife, who has many sexploits beyond this single event (topics for later).You may find that one job that she took was extreme.In the mid 1970s, she had attended many swinger functions. But one of the club owners had a different idea about what to do with off nights at his establishment. While swingers almost always required couples and exchanges, th...

Cindi, my fiancée, and I were in Paris on a business/pleasure trip the night I stumbled upon the adult book/video store. After a day of business meetings, I wanted to stretch my legs and see what Paris had to offer, but Cindi begged off. "I don't feel like going out, but you go ahead. Come back and get me if you find anything interesting." I said, "Okay," never realizing what the night would bring. When I stepped out of t...

Arriving in the living area of the studio apartment, I'd preset the mood by having the lights dimmed and candles lit, an eclectic mix of music set on the speaker and bed and sofas set invitingly with scatter cushions flung around haphazardly.Still perplexed and perched over Bill's shoulder, I heard a devilish giggle from Chantelle. I felt her tender, soft hands slide up my legs toward my buttocks before she caressed my ch...

I'd known Dan had a thing for a group sex fantasy for almost as long as we had been together, which was five years of fun, great adventurous sex and very little cause for argument.  We were very similar in lots of ways, the main reason why our relationship worked so well.  The group sex idea was something that just didn't one hundred percent resonate with me. I wasn't sure what it was exactly about it that got under my sk...

“All rise! Court is now in session. Justice Alison Londerwan presiding.” “Be seated,” said the judge. Rumple’s lawyer leaned over and said to Grace, “Oh, God. Judge Londerwan has a reputation for being a real hardass! If she decides against us, you may all wind up in jail!” The judge in question was a slim, fit woman in her mid-forties with shoulder-length blonde hair and a stern countenance. “Mr Timor, is the prosecution...

She couldn’t catch her breath. He’d been gone for half an hour. There was nothing to distract her but the occasional muted comings and goings of hotel traffic: the whir of luggage wheels on plush carpets, muffled cell phone conversations and the occasional laughter of partners entering and exiting the secret world of their rooms. Who would believe what she was doing in hers? Like a Catholic schoolgirl, she sat in the stra...

The sun was just peeking over the horizon as Sandy took her first sip of coffee, sitting on her back porch. It was 6:00 am. She had left Francine in bed to get some more sleep. Sandy was so energized that she was surprised she’d actually gotten the four hours of sleep that she did. She was thinking about the last day and what an amazing awakening it had been. The morning chill made her naked skin rise up in goosebumps and...

My name is Jessica.  I always thought of myself as a fairly normal girl, growing up in a fairly normal family in a fairly normal neighborhood.  My parents were conservative and my mother taught me to be a lady, crossing my legs in multiple circumstances for multiple reasons.  In my high school years, she would point out examples of a few girls in the neighborhood who “ruined their lives” becoming pregnant or having a repu...