Slowly, I was waking up. Yesterday had been an amazing day, but at my age, it was more tiring than I had imagined. I had slept soundly all night, but now I was feeling a delightful sensation on my penis. My eyes opened, and I saw my new slut, Lyn, with my still flaccid cock between her lips. Her tongue was swirling around the head, and it began to stiffen in her mouth. Throughout our many, many chats over several years, s...

The pub was crowded and noisy. When I got back with the drinks, she wasn’t there. I raised my eyes in question at Trish as I sat down, but she just shrugged. Quin looked just as mystified. We chit-chatted as we sipped our cocktails – not easy with all the boisterousness going on around us. And each of us separately wondered where my girlfriend had got to that was taking her so long. Several lengthy minutes later, face flu...

Katy had started dating an older man, Jayne had noted, and she would watch from her front bedroom window when they returned for their dates. From her bedroom, she could see directly down and into the front seats, the perfect view. Jayne leaned up against the window for a slightly better view, her breath condensing on the pane, a finger pressing her erect little button through the white cotton, hard! Jayne eagerly watched...

It was New Year’s Eve – again. My parents were away celebrating with friends and not expected back until sometime after they’d recovered – which I sincerely hoped would be the afternoon of New Year’s Day at the earliest. So, I had the house to myself – always an advantage if, like me, you were a horny nineteen-year-old only child and didn’t have anywhere to go with your girlfriend. Opportunity knocks and all that. I was k...

Her mouth was wrapped round my cock, and I couldn't fucking think. She’d been at it for a few minutes now, slow and steady, eyes gazing up at me, staring into my soul. I was already close, embarrassingly close, but I didn’t want her to stop. She was good. Too good. I was sitting back on the edge of her bed, shirt unbuttoned, jeans shoved down past my knees. She was kneeling on the carpet between my legs, dark hair falling...

She had an Irish accent and was in her mid-thirties. She moved next door a few months back with her husband and three kids. Her husband was a petroleum engineer, so his job brought them here to the Houston, Texas, area. The heat of the Southwest caught them unprepared. The weather in Ireland is much milder than in Houston. It was late July, and the temperature was 101 with 80% humidity. Mrs. Kerry stayed inside with the a...

Rachel Hathaway, together with her husband, Mitch, swiftly established a friendship with me upon my initial arrival in town. It seemed rather peculiar to befriend Rachel. She serves as the principal of Bear Mountain High School, where I was set to teach biology. Mitch, on the other hand, taught calculus at the same institution. Throughout my career, I have been teaching at the school and coaching the boys' cross-country t...