#Big Cock

I grew up in a quiet coastal village, married with two young kids. I met my husband, Lucas, at a beachside festival when I was 17, and we married a year later. Barely a year into our life together, his uncle, Marcus, arrived from the bustling city of Charleston. He was in his mid-forties, strikingly handsome with a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and a fit physique that made him seem younger than his years. Lucas welcomed Marcus warmly, setting him up on a pull-out couch in our cozy living room, as our small home only had one bedroom where we slept with our infant daughter. Marcus agreed to stay for a week, as Lucas had to leave for a fishing job three hours away, working long shifts on a boat. Lucas asked him to keep an eye on the house until he returned, and Marcus obliged. That first night, around 1 a.m., I crept out to the bathroom to relieve myself. The bathroom was adjacent to the shower, separated only by a thin curtain. In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, I caught sight of Marcus in the shower, his hand moving rhythmically, his body illuminated by the soft glow. His manhood was thick and imposing - unlike anything I'd ever seen, certainly not like Lucas's slimmer, smaller frame. My breath caught, a rush of heat flooding my body. My mind spun, arousal mixing with curiosity, imagining what it would feel like to touch something so formidable. I watched him step out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and head back to the living room. Heart pounding, I returned to my bedroom, grabbed a towel, and decided to shower, deliberately planning to pass by him. As I walked through the living room, I felt his eyes on me. I let the towel slip to the floor, bending slowly to pick it up, my body exposed, curves catching the faint light. His gaze was heavy, embarrassed but intrigued. I sauntered to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Stepping into the warm shower, my thoughts raced, a forbidden thrill pulsing through me. I lathered my skin, the soap's scent mixing with my anticipation. Then, I heard the creak of the floorboards. Turning, I saw Marcus, naked, his arousal evident, standing just outside the shower. He asked, voice low, if he could join me, citing the humid night. My eyes flicked to his impressive length, and I murmured, "No problem, " my voice betraying my excitement. He stepped in, the water cascading over his muscular frame. He moved closer, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching for him, fingers struggling to encircle his thick, pulsing hardness. The sensation was electric, his veins prominent under my touch. He gently rinsed the soap from my skin, his hands lingering on my curves, then wrapped me in a towel and lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to his makeshift bed in the living room - a soft mattress on the hardwood floor. He laid me down, the towel falling away, and parted my thighs with a gentle but firm touch. His eyes locked on mine as he entered me slowly, his size stretching me, a mix of pressure and pleasure that made me gasp. Each thrust was deliberate, deep, igniting a fire that had me clutching the sheets, my moans filling the quiet house. The rhythm built, his hips moving with a primal intensity, my body arching to meet him, lost in waves of sensation. He paused, breath ragged, asking if I was protected. I nodded, mentioning my IUD, and he let go, his release warm and overwhelming, spilling inside me, a slick warmth trickling down my thighs. He turned me over, his hands exploring, suggesting another intimacy. I hesitated, saying Lucas had tried it, but his size was nothing like Marcus's. He relented, whispering how much he craved my "perfect curves, " his voice thick with desire. We continued through the night, insatiable. His hands roamed my body, teasing my sensitive skin, each touch reigniting my arousal. I fell asleep beside him, our bodies tangled, his warmth pressed against me. Even in rest, he stirred, his hardness brushing my skin, his lips grazing my neck, whispering how he wanted more. I refused at first, but his persistence wore me down. He asked me to please him orally, and I did, my lips stretching, the act intense but unyielding. He begged again for more, and I agreed, setting the terms - I'd control it to manage his size. He lay back, and I straddled him, guiding him slowly, the stretch sharp and overwhelming. I winced, gripping his shoulders as he kissed my breasts, his tongue circling my nipples, sending shivers through me. He began to move, his thrusts powerful, opening me further, my cries a blend of pain and ecstasy. "Hold on, you're so tight, " he growled, his voice raw as our bodies collided, the sound echoing in the quiet room. When he finished, the intensity left me trembling, my body aching yet alive. Exhausted, I collapsed beside him, his now-softened form pressed against me. He murmured, "You're incredible, my sweet niece, " his breath warm against my ear. The next afternoon, Lucas returned unexpectedly, the fishing job canceled due to bad weather. Marcus, who'd planned to stay longer, packed up and left for Charleston. I was left with a restless ache, craving the intensity of that night. That evening, Lucas made love to me, his touch familiar but lacking the fire I'd felt. My body still sore, I endured, hiding my discomfort as he whispered, "You're so perfect, my love." It was my first betrayal, a secret that weighed on my conscience. Yet, deep down, I clung to the memory of that night, knowing no one could take away the thrill I'd tasted.

Decades back, I embraced the thrill of turning my husband into a cuckold, a secret I savored while keeping him in the dark. One of my wildest escapades was with my father-in-law, Frank, a man whose cock I rode so well he claimed I outdid his wife in every way. One afternoon, he called me to his lake house, assuring me his wife - my mother-in-law - was away, and hinting at a "naughty surprise" that would blow my mind. When I stepped into the lake house, Frank led me to the sunlit den, where a gorgeous woman in her mid-twenties lounged on a leather chaise, her curves spilling out of a skimpy red dress. He introduced her as Sasha, and my gut told me she was a professional escort, her sultry smile confirming it. Frank excused himself to "check something in the attic, " leaving us alone. Sasha didn't hesitate, eyeing my cleavage and saying, "Fuck, your tits are perfect - can I feel them? " I'd hooked up with women before but played innocent, giggling, "Go for it, but I've never had a girl touch me like that." Her hands cupped my heavy tits, kneading them through my blouse, her thumbs circling my hardening nipples as I let out a soft moan. I wasn't about to let her have all the fun. "Let's see yours, " I said, yanking her dress down to reveal a lacy purple bra barely containing her full, round tits. I pulled the bra off, her nipples stiffening as I sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. Sasha groaned, her hips squirming, and she retaliated by ripping my blouse open, her lips latching onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to make my pussy throb. I caught Frank watching from the stairwell, his bulge obvious. I beckoned him with a wicked grin - time to join the show. Frank strode over, and as Sasha's tongue flicked my nipple, I signaled him to get in on the action. He knelt beside her, sucking her other tit, his tongue teasing her nipple until she gasped, "Holy shit, this guy's mouth is fucking unreal." I knew Frank's oral skills were legendary from our past fucks, but I wanted more. "Frank, show Sasha that huge cock, " I purred. He smirked - "Only 'cause my favorite daughter-in-law's begging for it" - and unzipped his pants, letting his thick, veiny dick spring free. Sasha's jaw dropped. "Fuck, that's a beast - no wonder you're screwing your father-in-law." I laughed, "My husband's dick doesn't compare, and he's useless in bed." I told Sasha to face me, then pressed her massive tits around Frank's cock, creating a tight, warm channel. She moaned as he fucked her cleavage, his dick sliding between her soft mounds, pre-cum slicking her skin as his groans filled the room. Frank suggested we move to the master bedroom for more room. "What if your wife catches us? " I teased. He shrugged - "Might teach her a thing or two." We climbed the stairs, hands linked, and in the bedroom, Sasha and I stripped fully nude, our bodies glistening with sweat. We knelt before Frank, the alpha of our filthy trio, and took turns worshipping his cock. My tongue traced one side of his shaft, slow and deliberate, while Sasha licked the other, our lips meeting at the tip in a sloppy kiss. I sucked his heavy balls, rolling them in my mouth as Sasha deep-throated him, gagging softly as his cock hit the back of her throat. His dick pulsed, rock-hard, and he growled, "Baby, I need to fuck Sasha's pussy, but keep my girl entertained." We nodded, eager. Sasha spread her legs wide, her shaved pussy dripping as Frank slid his cock inside, stretching her tight hole. She moaned, "Fuck, your father-in-law's cock is so damn good - he's splitting me open." I climbed over her, lowering my wet pussy onto her face. Her tongue plunged into me, licking my clit with expert flicks, sending shivers through my body. I ground against her mouth, my juices coating her lips as she sucked harder, pushing me to a screaming orgasm that left me trembling. Frank kept pounding Sasha's pussy, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. I slid off, wanting more, and kissed Sasha deeply, our tongues tangling as her moans vibrated against my lips. Frank groaned, "You two kissing is so fucking hot it hurts." I got on all fours, my ass in the air, and Sasha's tongue found my pussy again, licking my folds as Frank pulled out of her and slammed his cock into me. His thick dick stretched my pussy, hitting deep, and I moaned into Sasha's cunt, my tongue circling her clit as she writhed. Her juices flooded my mouth as she came, her screams muffled by my pussy. Sasha gasped, "You're a fucking pro at eating pussy - better than most of my clients." Frank, still fucking me, chuckled - "She's paid to be good, so she better deliver." His cock drove into me with relentless force, each thrust making my tits bounce as I licked Sasha's clit, her second orgasm soaking my face. We shifted again, and Frank pulled out, ordering me to eat Sasha while he fucked me from behind. I buried my face in her pussy, sucking her swollen clit as Frank's cock slammed into my pussy, his hands gripping my hips. The sensation was electric - her sweet juices, his hard thrusts - and I came hard, my pussy clenching around his dick as Sasha moaned beneath me. Sasha wanted a taste of Frank's cock again. We knelt together, our tongues dueling over his shaft, licking up his pre-cum as he groaned, "You girls are fucking killing me." He exploded, hot cum splattering our faces, dripping down our chins as we giggled and licked each other clean. Frank's fingers found my pussy, teasing my clit and slipping into my ass, making me moan as we sucked his cock dry. Not satisfied, Sasha and I locked into a sixty-nine, my tongue deep in her pussy as she ate mine, our moans echoing. Frank watched, his cock hardening again, and then he positioned himself behind me, sliding his dick into my tight ass. The stretch burned deliciously, his cock filling me as Sasha's tongue flicked my clit, driving me to a mind-blowing orgasm. I screamed, my body shaking as Frank fucked my ass and Sasha's mouth worked my pussy, the dual sensations overwhelming. Frank wasn't done. He pulled out and told Sasha to lie back. She spread her legs, and he fucked her pussy with deep, powerful thrusts, her tits bouncing with each stroke. I leaned in, kissing her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned, "You two make this job so fucking good." Frank, loving her praise, fucked her harder, then pulled out, cumming across her flat stomach, his load pooling around her navel. Sasha and I kissed again, our lips sticky with cum, and Frank groaned - "You're both fucking incredible." As we lay there, sweaty and satisfied, Frank's hand lingered on my ass, teasing my holes. Sasha whispered, "You're the hottest slut I've ever fucked, " and I knew this wouldn't be our last time. Screwing my father-in-law was a thrill, but adding Sasha made it a filthy masterpiece, all while my husband stayed none the wiser.

Hey, I'm Lucas, and today I'm sharing a story about my girlfriend, Ava, and the night she got wild with one of her friends at a house party for a birthday. It all went down a few months ago. Ava told me she wanted to go to this big party with her crew - friends from college, some guys, some girls. I was cool with it and told her to have a good time. On the night of the party, she picked out a skintight, emerald-green dress that clung to her body like a second skin. It was short, barely covering her thighs, accentuating her long legs, and the plunging V-neck showed off her full breasts, practically spilling out. She looked like she was ready to turn heads. When it was time to leave, I drove her to the place-a massive house in the suburbs. I kissed her goodbye and watched her strut toward the front door. As the dress shifted, I caught a glimpse of the tiny black thong she had on underneath. My girl was dressed to kill, and something about it gave me a weird vibe. The house was packed, music thumping, and I knew it'd be a chaotic night. Call it a hunch, but I decided to hang around nearby, planning to slip in later when the party was in full swing and people were too drunk to notice. A couple of hours later, Ava texted me, all bubbly, saying the party was "so much fun" and she was having a blast. Figuring most of the guests were probably tipsy by now, I made my move. I pulled on a hoodie, popped a baseball cap on low, and slipped inside. The place was a maze of bodies-nobody cared about a random guy walking in, so I blended right into the chaos. The living room was a scene: some people were grinding on the makeshift dance floor, others playing a rowdy game of spin the bottle in a corner. I scanned the crowd but couldn't spot Ava anywhere. I wandered through the house, weaving past drunk couples and loud conversations. Eventually, I caught sight of her stepping out of a bathroom, her cheeks flushed, laughing as she joined the spin-the-bottle crew. The game was heated - dares were flying, people making out on the spot or disappearing into rooms for "private challenges" that lasted way too long. The bottle spun and pointed at Ava, then landed on the birthday guy, a dude named Mason. He grinned and dared her to go upstairs with him to a bedroom. My stomach dropped when Ava, giggling, said yes. As they stood, Mason slid his hand over her ass, squeezing it blatantly, and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. The group hooted, chanting for them to "take it upstairs." I was near the staircase leading to the second floor and had to duck into a hallway to avoid Ava spotting me. Heart pounding, I slipped into a random bedroom and found a walk-in closet with slatted doors, giving me a perfect view of the room. I squeezed inside, barely breathing, and - of course - they walked in, Mason shutting the door behind them. They didn't waste time. Mason pulled Ava close, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed her body, and he growled, " - You're such a dirty little tease, cheating like this -." Ava moaned softly, pressing herself tighter against him, clearly turned on by his words. Her hands tugged at his shirt, and the air in the room felt electric. They kissed for what felt like forever, tongues tangling, hands exploring. Ava climbed onto his lap as they sank onto the bed, straddling him. Mason's hands slid under her dress, gripping her ass cheeks firmly, and he delivered a sharp spank that echoed in the room. Ava gasped, her moan low and needy. He spanked her again, harder, and I could see her body tremble with each smack, her thong barely covering anything as the dress rode up. Mason's fingers traced the edge of her thong, teasing her skin before he yanked the dress up to her waist, exposing her completely. The black fabric of her thong was visibly soaked, clinging to her. He hooked a finger under it, pulling it aside, and started rubbing her slowly, his fingers circling her clit before dipping inside her. Ava's head tipped back, her moans growing louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He kept spanking her, each hit making her ass jiggle, the skin turning pink under his palm. I was frozen, torn between shock and something else I didn't want to admit. Part of me wanted to stop it, but I couldn't move. After a while, Ava slid off him, standing like she might leave, but Mason wasn't having it. " - You're not going anywhere until I've had all of you -, " he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her back to the bed. He pushed her face-down, and Ava didn't resist-she arched her back, practically begging for it. Mason positioned himself behind her, hiking her dress up further and tugging her thong to the side. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock-thick, veined, and easily twice the size of mine. Ava, still catching her breath, murmured, " - Please, use a condom -." He smirked, saying, " - Already on, baby -, " but I could see he was lying, his bare cock glistening with precum. Ava, too caught up, didn't check. He teased her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slick folds, making her whimper. Then, with one slow push, he slid halfway in, stretching her. Ava's hands clawed at the sheets, her face contorted in pleasure. Without warning, Mason thrust hard, burying himself fully inside her. Ava's scream was pure ecstasy, her eyes rolling back, mouth open, drool pooling on the pillow. " - Oh my God, it's so deep -, " she gasped, her voice shaking. Mason grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he started pounding her, his hips slamming against her ass. The bed creaked with every thrust, and Ava's moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained. He squeezed her breasts through the dress, then yanked the neckline down, freeing them. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust, nipples hard and pink. He alternated between groping them and spanking her ass, leaving red handprints on her skin. The sight was unreal: Ava, bent over, dress bunched around her waist, thong dangling to the side, tits swaying, one hand gripping the sheets while the other reached back to spread her ass wider, letting Mason's cock slide in and out of her dripping pussy with obscene ease. Her juices glistened on his shaft, and the wet sounds of their bodies colliding were almost as loud as her moans. Ava was unrecognizable, lost in lust. She started chanting, " - Fuck me harder, daddy -, " " - Your cock feels so fucking good -, " " - I'm your dirty little slut -, " and " - I love how big you are -." Mason leaned over her, snarling, " - You're a filthy whore, Ava. With an ass like this, you belong with me, not that loser -." He told her girls like her always end up as his toys, and from now on, she'd be his " - personal fuckpet -." Ava, dripping wet and trembling, moaned, " - Yes, I'm yours, whenever you want me -." That sent Mason into overdrive. He fucked her harder, the headboard banging against the wall, her ass rippling with every brutal thrust. Watching her like this-completely unhinged, acting like she was born for this-was messing with my head. I was hard, ashamed, and furious all at once. After a while, Ava peeled off her dress entirely, now stark naked, her skin glistening with sweat. She climbed on top of Mason, lowering herself onto his cock. She rode him slowly at first, her hips grinding, her pussy swallowing him whole. From my angle, I could see every detail - her swollen, pink lips stretched tight around his thick shaft, her juices coating him as she moved. Mason grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, and started thrusting up into her, fast and relentless. Ava's moans turned to screams, her tits bouncing, her hands braced on his chest. They switched again, Ava sliding down to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking eagerly, her lips stretching wide to fit him. Mason grabbed her head, forcing her down until she gagged, her throat bulging as she deep-throated him. Tears streamed down her face, but she kept going, slurping and moaning, her hands cupping his balls. When they were done, Mason pulled her up, put her on her knees, and said, " - Open your mouth, tongue out -." Ava obeyed, looking up at him with needy eyes. After a few more strokes of her sucking him, he groaned and came, shooting thick ropes of cum into her mouth. Ava swallowed every drop, licking her lips like she craved more. I thought that was it, but Mason had other plans. He pushed her against the closet where I was hiding and said, " - Now I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass -." Ava's never been into anal with me, so I expected her to shut it down. But she nodded, biting her lip, and said, " - Do it -." Right there, inches from me, Mason spread her cheeks, lined up, and thrust into her ass in one brutal push. Ava yelped, her hands slamming against the closet door, her face a mix of pain and pleasure. He fucked her ass slowly at first, letting her adjust, then picked up speed, his hands gripping her tits, pinching her nipples. Ava's moans grew frantic, her body shaking. He pulled out, flipped her onto the bed, and went back to her pussy, pounding her missionary-style. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Then he switched again, sliding into her ass, then back to her pussy, alternating holes with ease. " - You're my dirty little whore -, " he kept saying, pulling her hair as he slammed into her. Ava begged, " - Cum in my ass, please -." After a few more minutes, Mason put her back in doggy on the bed, climbing up behind her. He fucked her ass hard, then her pussy, then her ass again, stretching her holes wide. I could see how open she was, his cock sliding in effortlessly. They kept going, Ava's moans shaking the room, until Mason groaned, thrust deep into her pussy - not her ass - and came, filling her with cum. Cum leaked from her pussy, dripping down her thighs as she collapsed, legs trembling. Mason dressed and left without a word. Ava, still catching her breath, texted me to come get her, saying she was "over the party." She cleaned up, changed, and slipped out like nothing happened. I waited a bit, then "arrived" to pick her up. The crowd was buzzing-word had spread about Ava's performance, and Mason was showing off videos of him fucking her. On the drive home, Ava played innocent, saying she was wiped from "dancing all night." When I suggested we hook up, she brushed me off, claiming she was too tired. Tired from riding Mason's dick, more like. That night, some random number sent me the videos of Ava getting railed. I've still got them. And now she's always "hanging out" with Mason, calling him her "best friend." Yeah, a best friend who fucks her raw, owns her ass like she's his personal slut, and brags about it to everyone with the proof on his phone.

I have an older sister, Lauren, who's 41, six years my senior. She's been married for 13 years to a guy named Nathan, 43, strikingly good-looking, broad-shouldered, and quick with a grin that could charm anyone. They live in a quiet coastal town in Oregon with their three kids. Lauren and I have always been tight, the kind of sisters who share every secret, including the spicy details about our husbands. Nathan, according to Lauren, is insatiable in bed. After their third kid, she got a tubal ligation because his constant need for sex made it impossible to keep up without risking another pregnancy. Lately, she's admitted she can't match his stamina, and she's pretty sure he's been seeking satisfaction elsewhere. "That's just men, " she says with a shrug. She's also bragged about his equipment - over 8 inches, thick, circumcised, and always ready for action. Nathan works for a tech firm with its headquarters in Seattle, and every month or so, he travels there for meetings. Last week, Lauren called to say he'd be in the city for a couple of days and would crash at my apartment. I've always liked Nathan; he's fun and easygoing. My husband, on the other hand, finds him arrogant and avoids him whenever possible. With me, Nathan's always been flirty in a playful, almost sibling-like way. He'll sling an arm around me, tease me with a wink, or give my butt a light smack as he walks by, tossing out lines like, "Damn, girl, that body's wasted on your uptight husband." On Monday, Nathan texted from the airport, saying he'd land in time for lunch but had to bolt for a meeting right after. He rolled in around noon, greeted me with a warm hug and his signature butt pat, smirking, "You're making it real hard to focus on work looking like that." I laughed it off. I'd set the table already, so we dove into lunch since he was pressed for time. We bantered through the meal, trading jokes. He mentioned Lauren's been "less adventurous" in the bedroom, his eyes lingering on my figure. I was wearing a fitted crop top that showed off my midriff and clung to my full breasts, my nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. My high-waisted yoga pants hugged my curves, accentuating my toned thighs and the subtle outline of my pussy. Every time I stood to grab something, I caught him eyeing me, his gaze tracing my ass and legs. After lunch, I started clearing the dishes while he finished a glass of bourbon. I was rinsing plates at the sink when he brought over the last of the tableware, set it down, and stepped close behind me. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrists gently but firmly, pinning them to the counter, and pressed his body against mine. I felt the hard, unmistakable bulge of his erection grinding into my ass. "What the hell, Nathan? " I stammered, my heart racing. "Just doing what we've both been thinking about, " he murmured, his voice low and rough. His lips found my neck, planting slow, wet kisses that sent shivers down my spine. His cock, still trapped in his pants, rubbed against my ass cheeks, the friction making my yoga pants slide slightly. I squirmed, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened, and my resistance only seemed to fuel him. "Nathan, stop, " I protested, but my voice wavered. He spun me around, still holding my wrists, and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head, dodging his lips, but he didn't relent, trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my collarbone. He wedged his thigh between my legs, spreading them, and pressed his bulge right against my pussy. The pressure sent a jolt through me, and I felt a rush of wetness soak my panties. He tugged my crop top up, exposing my bare breasts - I hadn't bothered with a bra. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud. My nipples are my kryptonite; the slightest attention there melts me. I gasped, my knees buckling as he teased one with his mouth and pinched the other between his fingers. "Fuck, " I whispered, my resolve crumbling. I'd hooked up with guys before who got me this way, but Nathan was different - I'd always found him hot, and now he was unraveling me. I stopped fighting. He kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, hungry and commanding. I kissed him back, tasting the bourbon on his breath, my hands clutching his shoulders. In one swift move, he hooked his fingers into my yoga pants and yanked them down, panties and all, leaving them tangled around my ankles. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the kitchen island, and peeled the clothes off my feet. Spreading my thighs, he dove in, his tongue lapping at my soaked pussy. He sucked my clit, swirling his tongue in tight circles, then plunged it deep inside me, fucking me with it. My juices coated his chin as he devoured me, and I came hard, my hips bucking, a loud moan escaping as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He stood, kissing me again, and I licked my own taste off his lips, savoring the tanginess. He flipped me over, bending me over the island, my breasts pressed against the cold granite. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, warm head of his cock nudge my entrance. My pussy was dripping, aching for him. He teased me, sliding his tip along my slick folds, then gripped my hips and thrust in deep. I cried out, the stretch of his thick cock filling me completely, every inch pressing against my walls. He fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes at first, each one dragging a moan from my throat. "God, you're so tight, " he growled, picking up speed. His hands squeezed my ass, spreading my cheeks as he pounded into me, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the kitchen. I felt every ridge of his cock, the way it curved slightly, hitting spots that made my vision blur. When he came, his hot cum flooded me, triggering my own orgasm. My pussy clenched around him, milking every drop, and I trembled, gasping, as my body shook with aftershocks. "Fucking incredible, huh? " he said, catching his breath. I couldn't even respond, my mind blank from the intensity. He had to rush off for his meeting but promised, "I'm back tonight, and we're not done." He knew my husband was out of town, and I'd be alone. That afternoon, a friend swung by and dragged me to a nearby coffee shop. I didn't have time to change, so I went in my crop top and yoga pants, my nipples still hard and my pussy faintly outlined, drawing stares from every guy in the place. Still buzzing from earlier, I felt a mix of shame and thrill, like I was on display. My friend teased me about my "slutty chic" vibe, but I could tell she was jealous of the attention. Nathan texted later, saying he'd miss dinner due to a work event. Lauren called, and I told her he'd come for lunch and left in a hurry, adding that he'd be back late, so I'd probably be asleep. That night, I tried to sleep but couldn't. My body was still humming, my fingers drifting to my nipples and clit as I replayed the feel of Nathan's cock. I was soaked, desperate for more. Past 1 a.m., the buzzer sounded. I'd gone to bed naked, so I slipped on a silk robe and opened the door. Nathan stumbled in, tipsy, and immediately pulled me into a deep kiss, his hands roaming my body. We made it to the bedroom, where he stripped off my robe and worshipped every inch of me with his mouth - my neck, my breasts, my inner thighs. He flipped me into a 69, his cock hovering above my face, thick and veined, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I wrapped my lips around it, savoring the salty taste, my tongue tracing the underside as I sucked him deep. His balls were tight, drawn up close to his body, and I teased them with my fingers. Meanwhile, his tongue worked my pussy, sucking my clit and probing my entrance until I came again, my moans muffled by his cock. He positioned me on my back, hooking my ankles over his shoulders. He rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing until I begged, "Please, fuck me." He slammed into me, his thickness stretching me to the limit. With my legs up, he hit so deep it felt like he was in my core, each thrust sending shockwaves through me. My breasts bounced with every slam, my nipples aching as he pinched them. I came twice, my pussy spasming around him, before he groaned and unleashed a torrent of cum, the warmth filling me as his cock pulsed. My body convulsed, my orgasm so intense I nearly blacked out, my toes curling as I gasped for air. We collapsed, sweaty and spent. At 3 a.m., I woke to him fucking me again, his cock sliding in slow and deep as he spooned me. Half-asleep, I moaned softly, letting him take what he needed. We woke around 9 a.m., and he was hard again. This time, I was barely awake, so I just spread my legs, letting him rut into me. I didn't cum, but I faked a few moans to keep him going until he finished. Nathan still comes to Seattle monthly for work but now stays at a hotel, telling Lauren it's to avoid tension with my husband. In reality, it's so we can steal a few hours together. Each visit, we push further - toys, roleplay, even sneaking quickies in risky places. It's reckless, but the thrill and the way he fucks me keep me hooked.

One afternoon, I discovered my wife, Sarah, had left her email open on her laptop. Buried in her inbox was a provocative story from our tenant, Nathan, detailing their secret encounters. The emails they exchanged were dripping with desire, and now I'm sharing Nathan's account, a vivid recounting of my wife's hidden escapades. "Mrs. Sarah, I'm writing this to immortalize the moments we shared in your home, where I rented a room. These memories belong to us, and I want you to hold them close forever. One stormy night, I stumbled in late, a little drunk, with a friend. Our heated argument echoed through the house, and you, Sarah, marched upstairs in a fury, scolding us both. My friend slunk out, and you retreated downstairs, only to return to my room, your voice sharp with frustration. You perched on the edge of my bed as I sprawled there, still in my clothes. Your silky nightdress clung to your curves, and as you leaned forward, berating me, the fabric gaped, revealing the soft swell of your breasts. My body stirred, arousal coiling tight. When you finished your lecture and stood to leave, your foot caught on the rug, and you tumbled onto me, your hand landing squarely on the bulge straining against my jeans. Your fingers lingered, tracing the outline through the denim, and you whispered, ' - It's so hard, isn't it? - ' I unzipped my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock, and you wrapped your hand around it, your touch electric. ' - God, what a beautiful cock, ' you murmured, ' - thick, pulsing, so much bigger than my husband's - ' Your hand glided along my length, slow at first, then faster, your grip firm, teasing the sensitive tip with your thumb. My breath hitched as you worked me, my hips twitching upward. You didn't stop there. Your eyes locked on mine, you leaned down, your lips parting to take me into your warm, wet mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - your tongue swirled around the head, then slid down the shaft, your lips stretching to accommodate my girth. You sucked with a hunger I'd never felt, your head bobbing rhythmically, one hand cupping my balls, gently massaging. ' - I've never sucked my husband like this, ' you gasped between licks, ' - your cock tastes so fucking good, you bastard - ' Your words, filthy and raw, pushed me to the edge. My cock pulsed, and I came hard, thick spurts filling your mouth. You didn't pull away - you swallowed, your tongue flicking over the tip to lap up every drop, a smear of cum glistening on your cheek as you smiled. ' - So delicious, ' you purred, ' - I've never tasted my husband's like this - ' My cock stayed rock-hard, and you weren't done. ' - I've only ever had my husband's, ' you said, voice low, ' - but I'm not letting this cock go to waste - ' You stood, peeling off your nightdress, revealing you wore no panties. Your pussy was a vision, neatly trimmed, already glistening. You tugged my jeans off completely, climbed onto me, and guided my cock to your entrance. The heat of your tight, slick pussy enveloped me as you sank down, inch by inch, a moan escaping your lips. You began to ride me, your hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, then picking up speed, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your hands braced on my chest, nails digging in, as you ground against me, taking me deeper until I hit the core of you. ' - Fuck, what a perfect cock, ' you cried, ' - it fills me like nothing else - ' Your movements grew frantic, your pussy clenching around me as you chased your release, your moans filling the room. You came hard, your body shuddering, but you kept riding, your juices coating my cock. I gripped your hips, thrusting up to meet you, and soon I erupted, pumping my cum deep inside you. You collapsed briefly, then slid off, slipping your nightdress back on. You disappeared into the upstairs bathroom, then crept downstairs to your husband's bed, leaving me reeling while he slept, oblivious to his wife's passion upstairs. The following Sunday, you invited me for a lavish breakfast. I suspected it was a gesture of gratitude for the pleasure I'd given you, and you later admitted as much with a sly smile. The next Tuesday, I got home early, around four. You were in the living room, lounging on the couch, mid-phone call, gesturing for silence. When you hung up, our lips crashed together, urgent and hungry. We tore at each other's clothes, and I dropped to my knees, parting your thighs. Your pussy was already wet, and I dove in, my tongue tracing your folds, circling your clit with slow, deliberate flicks. You moaned, your hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. ' - You lick me so fucking good, ' you panted, ' - keep going, make me cum. My husband's never eaten me like this - ' I sucked your clit harder, slipping two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them to hit your sweet spot. Your hips bucked, and you came, your cries echoing as your thighs trembled around my head. We started fucking right there on the couch, but you pulled me up, whispering, ' - My bed's better - ' We stumbled to your bedroom, the one you shared with your husband, and fell onto the mattress. We explored every position - me on top, driving into you with deep, steady thrusts; you face-down, your ass raised, my hands gripping your hips as I pounded you; then on your side, your leg hooked over mine for a slower, intimate fuck. Your favorite was doggy. I positioned you on all fours, your perfect ass high, and slid into your dripping pussy, each thrust making your cheeks ripple. You screamed, ' - I love it like this, ' you gasped, ' - you hit so deep. Fuck me harder, harder! - ' Your pussy gripped me like a vice, and as I fucked you, I noticed your tight asshole, winking with each thrust. I grazed it with my thumb, and you moaned, ' - Oh, that feels amazing, do it more - ' I pressed my thumb inside, moving it slowly, then added a second finger, stretching you gently. You were wild with need, begging, ' - My husband's never touched my ass. I want your cock there. Fuck my ass, please - ' I coated my cock with your wetness and eased into your impossibly tight ass, the heat and pressure mind-blowing. I moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then picked up pace, your moans turning to screams of pleasure. ' - Yes, fuck my ass, ' you cried, ' - it's so good - ' I thrust deeper, and soon I came, filling your ass with my cum, your body trembling beneath me. We continued for two more months, Sarah, fucking nearly every day, each encounter more intense. When I was transferred to another city, our final afternoon was a marathon of raw, desperate sex. I'll never forget your greedy mouth on my cock, swallowing every drop of my cum; the way you shuddered when I ate your pussy, your sweetness flooding my tongue; how you rode me, your hips grinding with wild abandon; or the way you screamed when I fucked your ass, your body writhing in ecstasy. I fell for your untamed passion, and I'll always carry these memories with love."

May 2023. I tossed the story online without overthinking it. A half-empty iced coffee sat on my desk, my chipped teal nail polish glinting under the lamp, my arms freckled from lazy afternoons in the park. It was nothing groundbreaking, but ten minutes later, a notification popped up. - That coffee's got your name on it, huh? Bet it tastes better with you around. I smirked, caught off guard. Who was this Lucas? I clicked his profile, and his photo alone sparked something - dark curly hair, a crooked grin, and eyes that promised chaos and charm in equal measure. He had that rugged, self-assured look, like he could sweet-talk you into trouble and you'd thank him for it. We messaged for a few days and planned to meet up Saturday after my shift. The chats started light - music, movies, dumb work stories - but the vibe shifted, crackling with heat we didn't acknowledge at first. - You free late Saturday? - he asked after telling me his weekend camping trip fell through. - Out by nine. Dead tired, though. - Tired, but up for a drink? Maybe someone to keep you awake. - Drink, yeah. The rest... I'm not so sure. - Come on, Nora. You're saying no, but your vibe's screaming yes. - You're full of it. - Full of it, but I'll swing by if you tell me where. I laughed, playing coy, but my pulse was already racing. - Saturday, we'll see. But don't get any ideas. - Too late. Got a whole plan for when you stop pretending. - Cocky much? - You love it. His texts, that blend of brazen and playful, lit something in me. Alone in my room, I let my hand wander under my skirt, brushing lightly at first, then pressing harder. As we bantered, I slid my fingers deeper, picturing his hands, his voice. When he teased about showing up, I arched against my own touch, stifling a moan against my pillow. That Saturday, I slipped into a short black dress that clung to my hips, a cropped leather jacket, and, hidden beneath, a secret: a sheer black bra and panties with delicate lace edges. We met at a dive bar on the edge of town, perched at a sticky high-top with neon signs buzzing and jukebox tunes blaring. His greeting - a quick kiss on the cheek - sent a jolt through me. He was taller than I expected, smelling of pine and faint whiskey, a combo that made my thighs clench. We talked about everything: his side gig fixing motorcycles, my late-night poetry habit, the messes we'd both survived. But the air between us hummed, charged, like we were circling something inevitable. I twirled a strand of hair, let my sandal nudge his ankle, licked my lips slow. He watched, his gaze heavy, that grin saying he knew exactly what I was doing and was just waiting for me to cave. When he leaned in and asked if I wanted to check out his place, I shot him a half-glare: - Fine, but I'm not crashing. Just need a quick stop. We walked through humid night air to his loft. The door barely clicked shut before he had me against it, his mouth crashing into mine, all heat and need. His kiss was hungry, teeth grazing my lip, tongue claiming me like he'd been starving for it. I yanked at his flannel, buttons popping, while he peeled off my jacket and dress in one fluid move. His hands roamed, squeezing my waist, skimming my ribs. He left me in my bra and panties, then paused, eyes dark as he traced the lace with a fingertip, sending shivers across my skin. He knelt, kissing down my stomach, then pressed his mouth against the sheer fabric between my thighs. I was already slick, the heat pooling fast. He hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it aside, and his tongue found me - slow, deliberate licks that made my knees buckle. He gripped my hips, pinning me to the door, his lips and fingers working in tandem, teasing, then plunging deeper. My hands tangled in his curls, pulling hard as I gasped, my body trembling with each flick of his tongue. I came undone, thighs shaking, a sharp cry escaping as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He stood, wiping his mouth with a smug grin, and I shoved him toward the couch, my turn to take control. I straddled him, unzipping his jeans, freeing him. He was thick, hard, and I took my time, dragging my tongue along his length, savoring the way he groaned, his head tipping back. I teased lower, exploring with slow, wet licks, feeling him tense, his hands fisting my hair. - Fuck, Nora... you're killing me... keep going... When he couldn't take it anymore, he flipped me onto the couch, spreading my legs. He eased in, inch by torturous inch, letting me feel every bit of him. Then he moved, hard and fast, the couch creaking under us. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me to meet each thrust, his breath hot against my ear: - You're so fucking perfect... taking it like this... all mine. I clawed at his back, lost in the rhythm, the stretch, the way he filled me completely. He angled just right, hitting a spot that made me see stars, and I came again, screaming his name, my nails digging into his shoulders. He followed, pulling out and spilling across my stomach, warm and slick, his groans ragged. Panting, I sank into the cushions. He grabbed a towel, cleaned me up, then pulled me onto his lap. His mouth found my chest, latching onto my breasts through the bra before tugging it off. He sucked hard, teeth grazing my nipples, one hand kneading while the other pinned my wrists above my head. He alternated between soft licks and sharp bites, leaving my skin flushed and sensitive, my breath hitching with every tug of his lips. - Nora, next time I'm chaining you to my bed. I laughed, still dizzy. - Shut up and don't stop. He didn't. He worked my chest until I was raw, then we collapsed, limbs tangled, drifting off in a haze.

I'm married to Ethan, a man who's climbed the ranks at his tech firm, overseeing a dozen employees. I work part-time at a local bookstore while finishing my master's, which leaves me with just enough flexibility to juggle life - and the unexpected chaos I'm about to unravel. It was mid-January, the kind of biting cold that seeps into your bones, when Ethan left for a two-day conference (Thursday and Friday). We'd planned to attend a close friend's engagement party on Friday night, but with him stuck in meetings three states away, I faced it solo. The party was for Lily, a friend we'd both known since college, so bailing wasn't an option. I roped in my friend Claire to join me. That night, I felt reckless - I wore a slinky black dress that hugged my curves, cut low in the front and high on the thighs, paired with stiletto boots that clicked with every step. A few drinks in, I spotted Ethan's older cousin, Ryan, mingling near the bar. Ryan's 41, freshly single after a messy split, with joint custody of his three kids. He's got this rugged charm - tall, weathered skin from years outdoors, and a solid frame that fills out a jacket. We hugged, swapped small talk over whiskey, and I mentioned Ethan's absence, nodding toward Claire as my plus-one. The night blurred into laughter and clinking glasses. Ryan, Claire, and I stuck together, joined by a couple of his old buddies. Between shots, Ryan leaned in and confessed he couldn't stop glancing at Claire - her sharp wit and red curls had him hooked. I grinned, noticing how she kept finding excuses to ask about him. When the party wound down, Ryan suggested we keep the night alive at his place. We grabbed a bottle of bourbon and piled into his truck, a ragtag crew of five. I texted Ethan updates - he's never been possessive, just told me to enjoy myself. At Ryan's loft, we sprawled across his leather sectional, the bourbon flowing freely. Around 1 a.m., Claire's phone buzzed - her sister had a flat tire and needed a ride. She bolted, and though I offered to tag along, she waved me off. I stayed, texting Ethan that he'd be home by dawn - maybe 6 a.m. - after his red-eye flight. The group dwindled, and soon it was just Ryan, me, and his two pals. Someone slurred, "Truth or dare? " and we dove in, too buzzed to care. The dares escalated fast - one landed on me: "What's your type - rough or refined? " I smirked, heat rising to my cheeks, and said, "Rough, " picturing calloused hands and stubble. The room erupted in laughter. By 3 a.m., his friends stumbled out, and I dozed off on the sectional, the bourbon heavy in my veins. A shiver yanked me awake at 4: 30 - the loft's heat had died. Groggy, I shuffled toward the bathroom for a splash of water, but froze mid-step. The door hung half-open, steam curling out, and there was Ryan - naked, toweling off after a shower. His body glistened under the dim light, and my eyes snagged on him - thick, uncircumcised, hanging heavy in a way Ethan's never did. My pulse hammered, not from desire - not yet - but from the raw shock of it. Ethan's flight was landing soon; I'd have to grab him from the airport. I rapped on the doorframe, and Ryan flinched, cinching the towel around his waist. "Thought you were out cold, " he muttered. I stepped inside, voice shaky, "Hey, thanks for the throw blanket earlier - any chance you've got a spare bed? It's brutal out there." He nodded, "Yeah, I'll fix you up." Back in the living room, he tossed a quilt over the sectional. Then, casually, he asked, "Did you... see me in there? " I swallowed, nodded, and - blame the bourbon - said, "You're packing, Ryan." He smirked, eyes glinting, "That's just the preview." We laughed, a nervous edge to it. The air shifted. I tilted my head, daring him, "Show me the main event, then." He didn't hesitate - took my wrist, tugged down his sweats, and let it spring free. I dropped to my knees, mesmerized as it thickened before me, veins bulging, stretching past eight inches, maybe nine, with a girth that made my breath catch. He sank onto the sectional, staring at the ceiling, silent as I reached out. My fingers - then both hands - curled around it, barely encircling its heat. I stroked slowly, feeling it pulse and stiffen, a slick sheen forming at the tip. I was still in my black dress, boots off, a flannel shirt of his draped over me. "Boots on - lose the flannel, " he rasped. I complied, slipping the stilettos back on, shedding the shirt, the cold forgotten as my skin prickled with heat. My breath hitched as I leaned in, lips brushing the head, tasting salt and musk. I kissed along the shaft, slow and deliberate, down to his balls - tight, smooth, freshly shaved. My tongue flicked out, teasing, then I took him in, sucking gently, savoring the weight of him. Fifteen minutes melted away, my mouth working him as my thighs clenched, dampness pooling between them. I pulled back, stood, and our eyes locked - a silent fuse igniting. We collided in a kiss, fierce and sloppy, his tongue plunging into me, unbothered by where my mouth had been. I straddled him, his cock pressing against my dress, grinding so close I swore it'd tear through. My moans spilled out, imagining him splitting me open. His hands yanked the dress off, leaving me in a lace bra and thong, boots clicking as I shifted. He stripped bare, then attacked - lips on my nipples, sucking hard, teeth grazing as one hand kneaded my ass, the other roamed my ribs. He wasn't Ethan's cousin anymore - he was primal, mine, and I was his, lost in a haze of need. He shoved me onto the wider couch, and my legs fell open, an invitation. He hooked a finger under my thong, tugged it aside, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lashed at me - long, hungry strokes over my clit, dipping inside, slurping at the wetness I couldn't hide. I wasn't shaved bare - a soft patch lingered from weeks of neglect with Ethan - but Ryan devoured me like it was his last meal. I thrashed, nails raking the leather, gasps turning to cries as he sucked harder, relentless. He crawled up, kissing a trail - navel, sternum, collarbone - until his mouth crashed into mine again, tasting of me. He pinned my wrists, fumbled in his jeans, and pulled out a condom. A Viagra pill tumbled out too, bouncing on the floor. I smirked but said nothing - this was going all night. Naked, trembling, I begged, "Fuck me, Ryan, now." He sheathed himself, nudged the tip in - thick, stretching - then I grabbed his hips and yanked him deep. A scream tore from me as he filled me, every inch a shockwave. He thrust hard, hips slamming, a rhythm that rattled the couch. I clawed his back, yelling, "Harder! " as he bit my neck, licked my jaw, sucked my tits between thrusts. We fucked for hours - sweat-slick, animalistic. I rode him next, thighs burning as I bounced, his hands cupping my breasts, pinching until I whimpered. The condom vanished somewhere - I didn't care - and the bare friction sent me spiraling, climaxing once, then again, my walls gripping him as he groaned. He flipped me, jerking himself over my face, but I shoved him down, climbed on reverse, ass in his view, and sank onto him. His cock throbbed, then erupted - hot spurts flooding me, spilling down my thighs as I shook, a third orgasm ripping through. I collapsed beside him, kissed him deep, and panted, "Ryan, you're unreal. I needed that." At 7 a.m., he shook me awake - Ethan was banging on the door. Panic hit; my phone showed missed calls. I reeked of sex, scrambling into my dress as Ryan sprayed cologne everywhere. I texted Ethan that I'd crashed here, and Ryan let him in. I faked grogginess on the couch - Ryan had swapped the cum-stained cushions. Ethan kissed me, clueless, and we sipped coffee, spinning a tale of me dozing off. Later, as Ethan hit the bathroom, Ryan handed me my thong - it'd been under a pillow. "Keep it, " I whispered, "for next time." We left, Ethan none the wiser. Ryan and I still text - this wasn't our first slip, and I doubt it'll be our last. Another story for another day.

"Damn, you don't waste time, do you? " she laughed, her voice low and teasing. "Why would I? I know what I want." I could feel the rush in my veins, that reckless certainty driving me forward. I wasn't holding back - not with her. There was this electric arrogance in me, the kind that comes when you're dead sure the answer's already yes. We'd wandered through the city for hours, winding up at this secluded spot - a forgotten little garden tucked behind an old stone wall. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine. She picked a bench half-hidden by overgrown shrubs, brushing off another one because it sat under the harsh glow of a flickering lamp. I didn't care where we landed. The second we sat, I knew she was mine. The setting was just noise. "You're too good at this, " she murmured, her lips brushing mine as she pulled back from a kiss. "Am I? " "You know I shouldn't be here with you, right? " "Why not? " "Don't play dumb. I've got someone - Miles. I love him. You're just... you're here, and you know how to push my buttons." "And that's a bad thing? " "It is when it messes with my head." "Then walk away. Stop kissing me, " I said, leaning back just enough to test her. Her hand shot out, fingers curling into my jacket, pulling me back until our mouths crashed together again. "You're impossible, " she breathed. "Think about it, Claire. You love Miles. Fine. But you're starving for this - for me. It's not like you're gonna ditch him for some guy you're just hot for. So quit fighting it and let it happen." That was the key. Claire's resistance melted, and the quiet of that garden swallowed her doubts. Miles faded into some distant corner of her mind, irrelevant for now. My hands moved on their own, sliding up her sides, finding the soft curve of her breasts under her thin sweater. They weren't big, but they fit my palms like they were made for me - firm, warm, perfect. I squeezed, feeling her breath hitch, and that sparked something primal in me. She arched into my touch, letting out these quiet, shaky sounds that hit me like a drug. "You're a bastard, " she gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. "And you're loving it, Claire. What would Miles think? His sweet girl, melting on a bench with some guy's hands all over her? " "He'd lose his mind." "You're mine right now. You know that. And I'm so fucking turned on." She groaned, a low, needy sound that sent heat straight through me. I dipped my head, kissing along her jaw, then tugged at the neckline of her sweater, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. "Wait - not out here! " "Too late, " I muttered, ignoring her protest. "Please, someone might..." Her words cut off as my lips found her skin, kissing the swell of her breast before nudging the lace aside with my teeth. Her nipple was already hard, and when I flicked my tongue over it, she jolted, a sharp whimper escaping her. I sucked gently at first, then harder, rolling it between my lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin. My free hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing over the peak through the fabric, and she squirmed, her thighs pressing together like she could hold herself back. "Stop - oh God, don't stop, " she panted, contradicting herself. "You taste so good, Claire, " I growled against her skin. "Keep going, Ethan... please..." My mouth stayed busy, savoring every inch of her chest, while my hand drifted lower, slipping under her skirt. Her thighs parted just enough, and I found her - hot, slick, pulsing with want. I traced her through her panties, feeling the damp fabric cling to her, and she bucked against my fingers, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She reached for me then, her hand fumbling over my jeans, gripping the hard outline straining against the denim. "Jesus, you're rock solid, " she whispered, awe in her voice. "Get it out. Taste it." "No way - not here! " "Try me, " I said, popping the button open, unzipping slow enough to tease her. "Ethan, don't - holy shit, look at it." She stared, wide-eyed, as I freed myself, thick and heavy in the cool night air. "Miles doesn't measure up, does he? " "Not even close, " she admitted, biting her lip. "You're drooling over it. Biggest you've ever seen, huh? Now put it in your mouth." I guided her down with a hand on her neck, firm but not forcing. She didn't resist - just leaned in, her breath hot against me before her lips closed around the tip. The wet heat of her mouth was unreal, her tongue swirling slow and deliberate, then faster as she took me deeper. I groaned, watching her struggle to fit me, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. My fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on, and the sight of her - prim little Claire, choking on me in the open air - pushed me to the brink. "Fuck, you're incredible, " I rasped. "Miles doesn't know what he's got. Don't stop - keep that tongue moving. Look at you, can't even take half." I was close, too close, but I wasn't done with her. I pulled her up, her lips glistening, and growled, "I'm fucking you right here, Claire. Panties off." "No, Ethan, that's crazy! " "Off. Now." She hesitated, and I didn't wait. My hand dove back under her skirt, hooking her underwear and dragging it down her thighs. The flimsy thing hit the dirt, and I spread her legs, fingers plunging into her wetness. She was molten - tight, slippery, clenching around me as I worked her, curling my fingers just right. Her head tipped back, moans spilling out, raw and unrestrained, her body trembling on the edge. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, " I said, voice rough. "Yes - please - I'm so close! " I yanked her onto my lap, her skirt bunching up around her hips. I teased her first, dragging my length along her, slicking myself with her heat, feeling her shudder every time I grazed her clit. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, frantic bursts. I held her there, torturing her, until she was practically begging - then I thrust up, burying myself in one deep, smooth stroke. She cried out, loud enough to echo through the garden, her walls gripping me like a vice, hot and pulsing. I didn't hold back - drove into her hard, feeling every ripple, every clench as she unraveled around me. "Oh God - yes - Ethan! " "Fuck, Claire, you're perfect. Been dying to feel you like this." "You're wrecking me - don't stop..." "Take it, you're so fucking good" "Harder - please - I'm yours - split me open! " I was losing it, every thrust sending sparks up my spine, her cries pushing me higher. We were exposed, reckless - anyone could've stumbled across us, seen her riding me, heard her screaming - but it didn't matter. This shy, buttoned-up girl was a wildfire, insatiable, and I was burning up in her. "I'm coming - Ethan - I'm coming! " "Yes - fuck - let go! " "Ohhh - God - yes - yes..." "Shit - Claire! " We crashed over the edge together, a chaotic, shuddering mess. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing as she pulsed around me, and I followed, spilling deep inside her with a groan that felt torn from my chest. Her whimpers in my ear dragged it out, wave after wave, until we were both spent, clinging to each other. We stayed like that, wrecked and breathless, her sweater pulled down, skirt hiked up, my jeans shoved low. If anyone had seen us, we'd have been toast - no explaining this away. But the garden stayed silent, and we eventually disentangled, fixing ourselves up with shaky hands. I kissed her again, deep and possessive, a thank-you for the best night I'd ever had. I'd always known she'd be wild under that quiet exterior, but this blew every fantasy out of the water. When she noticed her panties crumpled in the dirt, she raised an eyebrow at me. I just grinned - I couldn't even recall when they'd landed there. But the thought of her walking home with me, bare beneath that skirt, was the cherry on top of an already perfect night...

I'm Jessica, 27 years old, married, with a curvy figure and a flair for turning heads. I've always been a bit of a tease - dressing in tight skirts and low-cut tops, thriving on the whistles and compliments from guys as I strut by. It's not just vanity; those looks and words make me feel alive, wanted. My husband, Ryan, and I used to have an electric sex life - at least four nights a week, sometimes more. We'd spice things up with adult videos, losing ourselves in the fantasy that we were the ones on screen, wild and uninhibited. Ryan had a solid job as a mechanic until five months ago when the garage downsized, and he was one of the unlucky ones let go. After weeks of dead-end applications, he landed a gig as a traveling sales rep for an auto parts company. Now he's on the road more than he's home. We've always been open-minded - before he lost his job, we'd hit the clubs every weekend. I'd slip into something slinky, and he loved watching me dance with other guys, though it never went further than that. It was our little game. But these days, I'm alone most nights, and my body isn't used to this drought. I've been getting by with a vibrator and too many glasses of cheap rosé. One Friday night, after a long week, I poured myself a drink - then another - stripped down, and fired up a steamy video. The scenes were intense: a gorgeous woman with a chiseled guy who knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn't stop imagining myself in her place, feeling every thrust, every touch. The wine, the pent-up desire, it all hit me hard. I passed out dreaming of it. The next morning, I stumbled into a cold shower, trying to shake off the hangover and the lingering ache between my legs. I spent the day in a daze, doing chores in a tiny tank top and cutoff shorts, no bra, just because I could. By evening, I was restless. I cracked open the rosé again, sank into the couch, and replayed the same video. Big mistake - or maybe not. It lit me up all over again, and this time, I wasn't settling for a toy. I decided to go out and find someone to scratch this itch. I showered, then dolled myself up - a black leather miniskirt that hugged every curve, a plunging red top with no bra or panties underneath, and stilettos that screamed trouble. I teased my hair into wild waves, layered on the makeup, and kept sipping wine until I was buzzed. Around 11 p.m., I grabbed my purse, half-drunk, and hailed a cab. "Take me somewhere fun, " I told the driver, a scruffy guy with a sly grin. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Looking for a good time, huh, sweetheart? " I smirked and nodded. "I know a spot, " he said. "Lots of girls go there to party - and make some cash on the side. I drop 'em off, pick 'em up at closing. I could introduce you to one if you're shy. Trust me, you'll have a blast. You in? " Intrigued, and too tipsy to overthink it, I agreed. "Fine, but pick me up at 3 a.m. sharp, " I said. We pulled up to a sleek, neon-lit club downtown. He told me to wait in the cab, then came back with a girl - Tara, he called her. She was all legs and confidence, with a warm smile. "Hey, this is the newbie I mentioned, " the driver said to her. "Show her the ropes, alright? I'll be back later." Tara winked at me, and we headed inside. The place was dim, pulsing with music, bodies grinding on the dance floor. We grabbed a table, and Tara broke it down for me - this wasn't just a club, it was a high-end escort spot. She explained the rates: dancing, drinks with clients, full-on hookups at the hotel next door. A waiter dropped off free shots, and I downed mine, the buzz mixing with a thrill I hadn't expected. I was already wound up, and this? This was gasoline on the fire. Two guys approached us - tall, sharp-dressed, and dripping charm. Tara negotiated a dance fee, and we hit the floor. My guy, Jake, pulled me close, his hands firm on my hips, his breath hot on my neck. "You're smoking hot, " he murmured, sliding his hands lower, cupping my ass. I didn't pull away - I leaned into it, heat pooling inside me. We danced through a few songs, then rejoined Tara and her guy at the table. More drinks, more flirting, Jake's fingers grazing my thighs, his lips brushing my ear. I was gone. "Wanna take this to the hotel? " Tara's guy asked, eyeing us both. She glanced at me - I nodded, heart pounding. She named a price, they paid up, settled our tab at the bar, and we were out the door. The hotel was steps away. Tara booked a room for four, grabbed condoms and lube, and we piled in. Jake didn't waste time - he tugged off my top, shed his clothes, and led me to the bed. Tara and her guy sprawled on the couch, sipping drinks, watching us. Jake peeled off his boxers, revealing a thick, impressive cock that made my eyes widen. He rolled on a condom, squeezed lube onto himself, then grinned. "Spread 'em, babe." I obeyed, lifting my legs as he slicked me up, his fingers sending shocks through me. He climbed on top, teasing my entrance with the tip, kissing my neck, my chest. Then he pushed in - slow at first, stretching me wide. I gasped, gripping the sheets as he filled me, inch by inch. It was overwhelming, delicious. He hit a spot deep inside that sent me over the edge, my first orgasm ripping through me. "God, Jake, that's so good, " I moaned. "You like it, huh, you little slut? " he teased, thrusting harder. "Love it, " I panted, lost in it. Two more waves crashed over me before he growled, "On your knees." He pulled out, leaving me empty, aching. I flipped over, ass up, and he kneaded my hips, my skin prickling under his touch. Then I felt his fingers - slick with lube - circling my ass, dipping inside. I shivered, pushing back as he slid into me again, fucking me deep while working my ass with his hand. "Look at you, loving this dick, " he said, voice rough. "Yeah, I do, " I shot back, owning it. "I'm your dirty girl tonight." That set him off. His pace quickened, his grunts growing primal. I clenched around him, rocking my hips, and we came together - a messy, shuddering explosion. We collapsed, panting, and Tara's voice cut through: "Holy shit, you two! That was insane! " She and her guy took the bed next, and Jake and I hit the shower. Soap turned to groping, and he bent me over, taking me again under the spray. Back in the room, we watched Tara finish with her client, then dressed and stumbled back to the club. Over a final drink, she grinned. "Not bad for your first night, huh? Being a slut's kinda fun, right? " I laughed. "Yeah, it was a rush. But I'm not coming back - this was a one-time thing. Thanks for having my back, though." We swapped numbers, and I told her I'm married - "Be discreet if you call." The cabbie was waiting at 3 a.m., smirking as I climbed in. "Have fun? " he asked. "Too much, " I said. "But keep it quiet - this was just a fling." He nodded, slipping me his card. "Call me if you need another ride, sexy." I got home, crashed, and woke up sore, satisfied, and - for now - done with adventures.

Emma flinched as someone grabbed her shoulder from behind. "Miss, hold up a second. I'd like to take a look in your bag." "And you, young man, don't go anywhere either. We've got some questions for you back at the office." A burly man in a dark jacket stood behind them, while another had positioned himself in front, blocking their path. "Damn it, " Emma thought, her stomach dropping - "Store security! " Jake tried to bolt, but the man in front snagged his arm with a rough yank. "Oh no you don't - stay right here! " "Can you identify yourselves? " the man behind them asked, his tone firm. "I don't have to show you jack! You can't even look in my bag, you creeps! " Emma's voice trembled with a mix of fury and fear. What if her brother found out? Or worse, what if they knew about the photos? Dread clawed at her chest, her pulse racing. The two men marched them out of the bustling storefront and into the back of the shop with purposeful strides. One opened a door, revealing a cluttered storage area stacked with boxes and odds and ends. Two doors flanked a small bench on either side. "Alright, missy, if you won't show ID or open your bag willingly, we'll just have to call the cops - they've got the authority we need. This whole place is wired with cameras. You're welcome to see the footage if you'd like." He gestured for them to sit on the bench outside an office door. "You idiot! " Jake hissed under his breath. "Why'd you have to shove more stuff in your bag? If the cops show, I'm screwed - I've got pills on me, and I'm already on probation! " His words stung, amplifying her panic. "Just play along, damn it - maybe we can still get out of this." Suddenly, one of the doors flew open, and a teenage girl stumbled out, her face streaked with tears. Someone shouted after her not to come back. Emma's anxiety spiked. She felt drained, desperate to escape - maybe even to sneak off and smoke something to dull the nightmare unfolding around her. "You, kid, head into that office over there, " one of the men said, pointing at Jake. "And you, miss, we've got some special questions for you." Jake stepped into the room labeled "Manager." Inside, a woman in her late thirties, dressed in a sharp blazer, sat behind a desk. The security guy followed him in. "Sit down, " she said, her voice cold and commanding. "We know what you're up to. We've been watching you for a while now. Those little stunts you've been pulling - filming in here without permission and posting it online - we're not fans. It stops now, and you're going to learn a lesson." The hulking guard snatched Jake's backpack and started rifling through it. "Hey, this is illegal! " Jake yelled, lunging for the bag. The guard swung a fist into his gut, dropping him to the floor. "Don't try anything stupid, kid. No witnesses, no backup - if you don't cooperate, we'll make this hell for you." "Look at this - a phone with a camera, and oh, what's this? Pills! " The guard waved a small baggie before handing the phone to the woman. She popped out the memory card and passed it to the guard, who left the room. "Alright, tough guy, " the woman said, leaning forward. "Time for a little chat." Outside, Emma sat waiting, the remaining guard's eyes raking over her. She tugged her jacket tighter over her chest, but his gaze lingered on her bare legs below her shorts. A thud came from the office, followed by Jake's muffled shout. The door swung open, and the big guy emerged, holding the memory card. "Get in there, sweetheart, " he barked. Emma slumped into a chair inside. The two men sat across from her at a desk, one tapping away at a computer. "You two are in deep - illegal recording, shoplifting, drug possession. When the cops get here, it's going to be a real mess for you. Shouldn't you be in class right now, anyway? It's a Tuesday." Her stomach twisted into a knot. Sweat beaded on her forehead. "Take off the jacket if you're hot, " the man at the computer said, his tone leaving no room for defiance. She shrugged it off, feeling their eyes crawl over her tank top and curves - predatory, possessive. "Quite a catch we've got here - nice figure, cute face. Too bad she's a thief and a junkie, " one of them sneered, edging closer. He perched on the desk in front of her, legs spread, his bulge impossible to ignore. The other grinned, oily and wide, as he finished at the computer and turned the screen toward her. "I'm your dirty little secret, " her voice purred from the speakers, her face on the footage smeared with something she couldn't bear to name, beaming with a twisted pride. Emma froze. "Now, kid, " the woman in the other office said, slotting a new memory card into Jake's phone and setting it on the desk, "we're going to make a video. Play nice, and you and your girlfriend might walk away." "What do you want from me? " Jake asked, curiosity overtaking his fear. She had a stern face, hair pulled back tight, and a no-nonsense air. For a woman in her late thirties, she was striking - faint lines around her eyes, bold red lipstick. She wore a crisp blouse under her blazer. She slid onto the edge of the desk in front of him, hiking up her skirt just enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. "If you do a good job pleasing me, we might skip the police, " she said, parting her legs to expose herself. Jake hesitated, then leaned in, his face brushing her warmth. She smelled faintly musky, but it didn't bother him. His tongue explored her, tentative at first, then with growing confidence. Back in the other room, Emma squirmed under the men's leering stares, the humiliating video looping on the screen. Her skimpy outfit felt like a betrayal now, leaving nothing to their imagination. "You little bitch, " one of them growled, undoing his pants and freeing himself. "Be sweet to us, and we might let this slide - but only if you're real good. We can see you're into it on that video. Prove it." She recoiled, but he stepped closer, his half-hard length dangling in front of her. "Look what I've got. It's gonna get bigger - bigger than your buddy's, too. Go on, touch it." Revulsion churned in her gut, but she forced herself to imagine Jake instead. Her hand closed around it, thick and pulsing. It disgusted her - the weight of it, the coarse hair on the man's thighs - but he groaned, clearly thrilled by her touch. It swelled in her hand, monstrously large, and to her shame, a flicker of curiosity sparked within her. Jake worked his tongue expertly, tracing and teasing the woman's sensitive spots. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping his hair, guiding him deeper. "Good boy, " she rasped. "Don't forget the rest." He hesitated, then gave in, letting his tongue roam lower, circling her with a mix of reluctance and arousal. She moaned, rocking against him, her fingers sliding under her skirt to join his efforts. Emma's ordeal escalated as the second man approached, shedding his pants and groping her chest. "Nice rack, " he muttered, tugging her top over her head. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and to her horror, her body responded, nipples hardening under his touch. "See? You like it, " the first man taunted, guiding her mouth toward him. She parted her lips, taking him in, her mind screaming as her body complied. Jake's face was slick with the woman's release when she finally shuddered and pushed him back. "Pants off, " she ordered, her composure barely regained. He stood, dripping and dazed, as she circled him. "I let you please me, and you're not even hard? " She grabbed him roughly, then whispered, "Stay still. If you handle this, you might get out of here." She knelt behind him, her hands exploring, then probing. He tensed as her finger pushed inside, a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure washing over him. Emma gagged as the men took turns, forcing themselves deeper, mocking her with every thrust. "Say you love it, " they demanded, and she choked out the words, tears stinging her eyes. They flipped her onto the desk, one pinning her down while the other spread her legs. "She's soaked, " he laughed, sliding into her. Shame burned through her, but her body betrayed her again, responding to their roughness. Jake groaned as the woman's fingers found a rhythm, pressing against something that sent jolts of ecstasy through him. He couldn't hold back - a thick drop escaped him, and she snapped, "Catch it! " Emma's cries grew desperate as the men pushed her limits, their hands and bodies overwhelming her. "Beg for it, " they snarled, and she did, lost in a haze of humiliation and unwanted desire. The woman straddled Jake's prone form on a tarp, her stockings framing her as she loomed above. "Drink what I give you, and you're free, " she said. A warm stream hit his hands, then his face, and he swallowed, the taste searing into his memory. "Clean up and get out, " she said when it was over. "Stay away from Emma, or this video goes public." Emma collapsed, spent and sticky, as the men finished with her. One handed her a USB drive. "Take this. It'll show you what your boyfriend's really like. Go home and rethink your life." Jake fled without a backward glance. Emma stumbled out later, clutching the drive, alone. In her office, the woman dialed a number. "Mr. Harris? It's done. Emma's ditching that loser and the drugs. She'll turn things around - trust me."

My mom had finalized her divorce just over a year ago, and it didn't take her long to remarry. The moment she introduced me to her new husband, I felt a rush deep in my core. He was tall, lean with just the right amount of muscle, sporting a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged edge. I could tell he was the kind of guy who didn't hold back in bed. I tried to keep my distance - and he did too, always acting cold and detached around me - but everything shifted one humid summer night. I caught my mom sneaking into the house with a guy and a woman in tow. Curiosity got the better of me, so I crept downstairs and peeked through the crack in the door. My jaw dropped when I realized she was tangled up with both of them, cheating on my stepdad without a shred of guilt. It flipped a switch in my head. If she could play around, why couldn't he? I was done pretending I didn't fantasize about him - about wrapping my lips around him until I couldn't breathe, tasting every drop, feeling him take me hard and fast. I wanted his face buried between my thighs, making me lose control until I exploded. The desire was eating me alive, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. So, over the next few days, I started testing the waters. When he'd get home from work, I'd "casually" be lounging in the living room - no bra, wearing tight crop tops that hugged my chest or short skirts that showed off my curves. He'd stare, his dark eyes intense, lingering on my body before looking away with that same stern expression. One Friday night, my mom left the house like she always did, off to hook up with someone new. I knew my stepdad would be home soon, and I wasn't about to let the chance slip by. The front door opened right into the living room, so I positioned myself on the couch, waiting. I had on a tiny black skirt and a lacy red thong that barely covered anything - my excitement already soaking through. Up top, I skipped the bra entirely, letting my breasts sit free, nipples hard against the thin fabric of my tank top. When I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I didn't hesitate. I spread my legs wide, slid my thong to the side, and started touching myself, slow and deliberate. The door swung open, and I kept going, even as he stepped inside - with a curvy brunette on his arm. Her eyes widened, but he didn't miss a beat. He stormed over, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me toward the laundry room while the woman bolted back out the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? " - he growled, his grip tight on my arm, sending a jolt of heat through me. "You were gonna screw that chick, huh? " - I shot back, locking eyes with him. His hold tightened, and I glanced down, noticing the bulge straining against his jeans. "Forget her. Screw me instead. I'll be your dirty little secret." - I leaned in close, brushing my lips against his jaw. He let go of my arm and grabbed my face with one hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks. "That what you want? " - His voice was low, rough. I let out a soft moan in response, and that was all it took. He spun me around fast, pressing my chest against the washing machine, my hips jutting out. He dropped to his knees behind me, hands kneading my ass. "This what you want, huh? " - He yanked my thong down in one swift pull, and I gasped as his tongue found me, teasing and tasting. His hands came down hard on my cheeks, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he devoured me. I couldn't stop moaning, my body trembling - until he stood, hoisted me up with those strong arms, and set me on the machine. "Spread 'em, " - he ordered, and I did, no hesitation. He dove in, his mouth working me over so good I could barely think straight. "Wait, I think - " - I couldn't finish the sentence. His warm tongue flicked faster, his stubble grazing my skin, and when he slid two fingers inside me, I lost it. My release hit hard, soaking his face, and he lapped it all up like he couldn't get enough. "Get over here." - He tugged me by the hair, pulling me down to my knees. With one hand, he shoved his jeans and boxers down, and I nearly drooled at the sight of him - thick, hard, ready. I took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly as he gripped my head, pushing deeper. "Take it all, you little tease." It was everything I'd imagined - rough, intense - and when he slapped my cheek with his free hand, it sent a thrill through me. I pulled back just to spit on him, then went right back to work, hungry for more. Before he finished, he hauled me up, bent me over the machine again, and spread me open. He spat on me, working a finger in slow, then another, making me groan loud. Then, all at once, he thrust into me - hard - one finger still teasing elsewhere. He pounded into me, relentless, spanking me until my skin burned. He flipped me around, sat me back on the edge, and went at my chest - sucking, biting, slapping my breasts with those big hands. I rocked my hips forward, desperate for more. "Harder, please - " - That seemed to light him up, because he went at me even rougher, smacking my face now too. "Fingers - back there, " - I begged, and he didn't waste a second. He turned me over, spread me wide, and pushed in - slow at first, then fast and deep once the sting faded. I felt like a total mess, and I loved it - knowing I was getting it from my stepdad in the damn laundry room only made me wetter. I started touching myself, chasing that high again. I didn't hold back - moaning, screaming, begging for it harder. His pace was brutal, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me, his breath ragged. "Cum there - please, " - I gasped, and with a guttural groan, he did, spilling hot and heavy. When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs. I turned to face him, kissing him deep, and he kissed back, lifting me with one arm while his other hand slid between my legs. He worked me with his fingers until I came again, shuddering against him. He licked them clean, then offered them to me - I sucked them slow, tasting myself. He set me down, gave my ass a final smack, and muttered, "Good little troublemaker. Next time, I'll have to punish you for scaring off my date." And that was just the start. Eventually, I even got with him and that brunette he kept bringing around whenever Mom was out - but that's a story for another day.

That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there. I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don't like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow. After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge. He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn't eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, "I don't want to receive handouts from anyone, ma'am." He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money. "Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can't pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you, " I said. "Thank you so much, ma'am. You don't know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work, " he replied. "No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I'll explain where you can start, " I said. "Are you living here alone? " he asked curiously. "No, I live here with my daughters and husband, " I said. "Your house is very nice, ma'am, " he said, admiring the place. I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity. After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely. "What's your name, sweetheart? " I asked. "I'm Rómulo, " he said, taking a break from drinking water. "Did you go to school back in Haiti? " I asked. "Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country, " he said. "That's great, it speaks well of you that you're such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti, " I said with a flirtatious smile. "No, ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend, " he said, smiling shyly. "I don't believe you, honey. It's incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn't had a girlfriend. How old are you now? " I asked. "I'm 18 years old, " he said. "Well, for me, you're a very handsome boy. Here, you'd have women crazy about you, including me, " I said, laughing. "Well, the truth is, I've never been with a woman, ma'am, " he said, blushing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, " I said in a low voice. "Excuse me? " he asked curiously. "Nothing, honey, come here and help me, " I said. I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other's bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it. My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip. With one stroke, he took off his pants, and just as I imagined, a huge cock hit my face. It was dripping with a sweet elixir from the tip, transparent and abundant, falling little by little from the tip to the base. His testicles, full of cum, were just as appetizing as that cock, so exquisite in appearance. That chocolate-colored cock, wide with veins well-marked that seemed ready to explode. I wondered what I would do with all that chocolate, it wasn't the first time, but it was always a challenge. I decided to admire it, to give it little kisses all over that huge trunk, I went down to his enormous black balls and started sucking them, while with my hands I tried to pull that huge cock. I decided to start the blowjob, licking his frenulum and glans, trying to put that huge head in my mouth, but it was too much, it hurt, I tried again and it was still too much, I decided to suck and suck, bite the trunk, while Rómulo, he was combing me, on the third try, I managed to put part of that huge cock in my mouth, "if you can, you're a great whore, " and I took it off, I was choking. I did the same procedure again, but this time with his big hands, he grabbed me so that I wouldn't come out of his cock, it felt bad, I felt like I was drowning, but I wanted to keep sucking that black cock, then he took it out of my mouth, while I coughed, he gave me some slaps with that huge cock, I went back to sucking his cock, and with my two hands I masturbated him, I went back to putting my tongue on his frenulum and glans, and then I bit them softly, making him scream, "ahh how good it feels, my love, you're a whore, you know how to give pleasure, you're a goddess, my love." A few minutes later, he put his fingers on the straps of my dress and let them fall on my forearms, leaving my breasts bare. When he felt my naked breasts, I moaned, which seemed to excite him. He bent his head and started kissing and licking my breasts, and at times, biting my hard nipples, he then lowered his hands to the lower edge of my dress and lifted it up to my waist, only and the tiny thong, leaving my vaginal hairs visible, his hands were already touching everything, and pulling my hairs hard, "you're very hairy, " he said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, I was at his mercy, he opened my legs wide, lifted my mini dress to the waist, started kissing my thong, which was already very wet, "mmm, it smells good, my love, " he gave little pats to my pussy, immediately he took off my thong, smelled it, wrapped it around his cock, and started licking my clit, with his thick lips he gave me good treatment, then he kissed my vagina, put his tongue in, gave little pats, "ahh how good it feels, my love, " I said, grabbing his hair while he bit me gently. Then he stood up, took me to the living room sofa, his cock rubbing against my pussy, which was already burning with desire, he started jerking off with my thong, putting it in my pussy, "it's very hot, my love, please put it in, " I screamed, "your desires are orders, my queen." He put me in the classic missionary position, his cock hit my clit, he spat on it, and first his head went in. "aaah it's hard, " I said. He put part of his trunk in, "aaah, yes, I like it, " I felt that he was going halfway. He took me by the waist and with one stroke, he put all his cock in, I screamed very loud, it must have been heard on the street. He took half of his cock out and put it back in, I felt like he was splitting me in two. He did this several times, then he lay on top of me, feeling that huge body of a bull, penetrating me, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked me like an animal in heat, "do you like it, bitch? " and I answered, "yes, don't stop." While he penetrated me, we kissed, he licked my face, neck, and our hands joined, then he lowered my long legs, opened them, took his cock out and put it back in hard, although now he was making circles, he was breaking my pussy and my thighs, he opened them very hard, then my back arched, he took me by the lower back and penetrated me very well, then he lowered my back, and I hugged him with my long legs. Rómulo, he picked me up, and I gave him good sentones on that member, then he took my legs and put them on his shoulders. "Mmm, fuck me like this, don't stop, " I said, "our flesh is colliding, his cock and my pussy are united in one frenzy." "Since you opened the door, I've wanted you, " he said. "I have you here, riding me, baby, enjoy, " I said. He pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard, very hard, my pussy was already irritated, asking for a break, but my lust, it didn't want us to stop, we lay down on the sofa, he on top of me, penetrating me, kissing me, he took his cock out and started licking my vagina, he spat on it, put a pillow behind me, and threw my legs back, he took them by my femoral and began to penetrate hard, and I moaned. "Damn, it feels so good, it's breaking me in two, " I said. My phone rang, but I ignored it. He let my legs and vagina rest, put his huge cock in my mouth, while I tried not to choke. He took me and laid me down, belly down, stretching my legs and hands like an X, he got on top of me, and also stretched, he penetrated me anally while he let fall his 100 k, of pure muscle, that cock was breaking me, we were the X in human form. "Keep going, it feels so good, give it all to me, " I said. He could hear the bed creaking, he bit my back, neck, he reached my orgasm. "AAAAAA I'm coming, " I said, I was completely satisfied and satisfied, we continued like that for several minutes, then he closed my legs, my hands continued open, he opened my asshole and put his hard, black cock in, he spanked and punished me very hard with his cock, now he was making circular movements, making the sexual act richer, we were bathed in sweat, I felt blood coming out of my ass, I was already very sore, but my macho kept moving, he took it out, opened my asshole with his hands and penetrated me, he did that many times, he said, "I'm about to come."

Early in the morning, the doorbell rang. Lisa was still asleep, so I opened the door. Standing in front of me was a guy I didn't know. He looked a bit strange: stringy hair, unkempt and kind of run-down. I guessed he was in his mid-twenties. He asked if Lisa was there. I replied that I would get her and went into our room to wake Lisa up and let her know. Our bedroom was a little unusually furnished: It consisted mainly of a landing, which was about the width of 3m. Lisa and I didn't have our mattresses next to each other, but mine was on the left and hers on the right, so we actually had separate beds. When we made love, we sometimes slept in her bed and sometimes in mine. However, we usually slept separately because we were both very active at night and therefore needed space. An arrangement that we both liked. So I woke Lisa up and told her that she had a visitor. I couldn't answer her question about who it was. I told her that I didn't know the guy, but apparently he knew her. I also felt a morning urge and briefly told her that I had to go and that she should put on some clothes (like me, she always slept in a T-shirt and panties) and check for herself. I then went to the toilet after telling the guy to wait a moment. He was still standing outside the front door. I didn't necessarily want to invite him in either. I then heard Lisa's voice and his through the toilet door, but couldn't understand a word. I assumed that she had brought him into the kitchen. I assumed she knew him from school. Without giving the guy a second thought (my God, was I still naive), I went back to our bedroom. I stopped in the doorway, thunderstruck. The guy had got rid of his clothes and was lying under the covers with Lisa. They were both making out wildly. My Lisa, the woman I loved, to whom I really would have given anything she wanted from me, was lying in her bed with this guy and making out with him! "What's going on here? " was all I could get out. Lisa briefly peeked out from under the covers and said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "That's Heiko from Berlin. I told you about him." Heiko didn't even look at me. Lisa then disappeared under the covers again. I was simply logged off. I was so perplexed that I couldn't think of anything to say and just went to bed. I was now lying just a meter away from her on the same platform, only she was in a different bed. I was actually used to her not lying in the same bed as me. But this time, not only was she not in my bed, she was intimate with someone else in HER bed. HER bed no longer had anything to do with our life together. At first I turned my back on them. But when Lisa's giggling didn't stop, I turned around and looked over at both of them. There wasn't much to see, though. I only saw Lisa's long hair and a lot of movement under the comforter. Then Lisa stretched her arms up out of the covers and the guy pulled her T-shirt over her head. She was naked except for her panties. I couldn't believe it. She was making out with the guy as if I wasn't even there. The worst thing about it was that it turned me on, a lot! I was shocked, jealous and totally horny at the same time. The term "confusion" probably sums it up best. And this confusion is still with me today. There was movement in the comforter again. At the bottom edge, I saw Lisa's foot push her panties out of the bed. She was now completely naked in bed with this guy. My emotions ran wild. The sight and sounds of her were already turning me on. But the jealousy was also quite painful. Suddenly Lisa turned to me and said, "Can you leave us alone for a bit? " That was direct! I actually wanted to intervene, but I didn't know how. I was paralyzed. All I could manage was a pitiful "No, I'm staying. After all, this is my room too. And I really don't like what you're doing there. It fucking hurts me." Lisa shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her lover. That couldn't be true! She was just ignoring me! Lisa's giggle slowly turned into a moan. The comforter slipped as Lisa bent her right leg. Her breasts appeared, as did her leg. The guy squeezed and kneaded her breasts really hard. I'd never done it that hard before. But she seemed to really like it. She moaned more and more unrestrainedly. It was maddening I wanted to scream at the two of them, bang the guy's head against the wall, do something else. But all that happened was that I got horny. And that was the real shock. She then put her leg up as Heiko lay on top of her. I could now see my naked Lisa from the side. I didn't have to wait long before her bedspread started to move rhythmically. The guy was fucking her in front of my eyes. The pain I felt at the sight was immense. At the same time, my little one was harder than ever. Lisa looked over at me briefly and smiled at me with glazed eyes. She was clearly enjoying being taken by Heiko. She looked me right in the eye and started to moan really loudly. She wanted to show me how much she was enjoying this sex. They looked really hot in this look. I couldn't resist the sight. It was beautiful and horrible at the same time. It burned itself into my brain in such a way that I still dream about it today. Sometimes this dream is really cool and ends up wet, the next time it's the same dream, only I'm scared and panicked and wake up all sweaty. Heiko's thrusts became harder and harder. He also started to moan now. I knew he would soon be cumming inside my girlfriend. Lisa was now really sticking her leg out from under the blanket and I could almost see him thrusting into her. Then came a loud sigh from Heiko. He squirted and Lisa moaned like I'd never heard her do before. It sounded strange to my ears at least. Then the movements under her blanket slowed down until the two of them came to rest in an intimate kiss. Heiko slowly turned away from Lisa. He pulled the blanket off Lisa at the same time. I also briefly saw his cock as he pulled it out of Lisa's cunt. It was really huge, at least in my eyes. Until then I had only known my own 18 cm cock, but now I was faced with a 22 cm strap with a mighty girth. You could see exactly how Lisa's labia slowly gave way as it slipped out. Another image that I still dream about today. I was stunned. Lisa was slow to catch her breath. Her breasts heaved under her deep breaths. She still had her legs spread. She looked so totally satisfied. I would have loved to take her in my arms, she was so beautiful at that moment. But I knew that I was out for the time being. I was deeply sad and insecure. "That was really cool, " Lisa said and turned to Heiko to kiss him again. "Your butt is all wet, " I thought. "It's just right for me, " she giggled and I saw her hand slide down Heiko's body to grip his cock again. She sat up straight and still had his part in her hand. It was no longer stiff, but it was still far bigger than mine. "And there came so much again! Do you always have so much? It's really gurgling inside me, " Lisa grinned and got out of bed. At the bedroom door, she turned around again and spread her legs a little. "It's all leaking out of me again! Can you see that? " she said to Heiko. I could also see his sperm leaking out of her and slowly flowing down her legs. As much as this moment hurt, I almost came. She only looked at me briefly and smiled. Was there a hint of mockery there? I can't remember today. It was a disturbing sight for me, Heiko just grinned lecherously. She stood in the doorway for a moment and let us look between her legs. Then she turned around: "I'm going to clean myself up." Heiko also got up and followed her. I stayed behind alone in my bed and cried for a while. When I didn't hear anything from either of them after 10 minutes, I got out of bed and quietly crept to the door. Everything was quiet in the hallway. The kitchen door was closed. That was unusual. Avoiding any noise, I went there and tried to look through the keyhole. What I saw took my breath away: Lisa was standing in front of the sideboard with her legs spread and Heiko was kneeling in front of her. She was watching closely as he touched her pussy and pulled her labia apart. "See, something's still coming out, " she grinned. Very slowly, he began to finger her. First one, then two of his fingers slipped inside her. "That's so hot. You do that so well, much better than... passscal....! " she moaned. I knew who she was talking about and my heart stung again. She began to gyrate her pelvis slowly, then faster. "Please do it to me again. I need your hot cock inside me now." She moaned. She was nothing like the girl I had known. He stood up and led my girlfriend to the kitchen table. The kitchen door was only ajar, so I opened it a crack. I now had a good view of both of them. He lifted her up, sat her on the table and spread her legs. He stood between them. At that moment, Lisa looked over at the door. I think she saw me, because a knowing smile crossed her face. I was shocked. And incredibly aroused. Now she was also talking about our intimate hours, even making fun of me to him. And she did this knowing full well that I was listening. I was getting horny from the way she was getting me down. She took his cock in her hand and inserted it herself. She moaned with Heiko as she did so. She started to spur him on and (deliberately? I really don't know) finished me off: "You totally fill me up. You're so big! " And then: "Do you notice how you bump into the top? That's really cool". I couldn't take it any longer. My tears were streaming down my face and I had a really hard boner at the same time. I was shocked, sad, hurt and horny to no end. I no longer understood the world. I didn't feel like jerking off, although I would probably have come within a minute. I quietly walked back to the bedroom, where I saw the wet marks in Lisa's bed again. I listened to both of them for a while as I lay in my bed, completely exhausted. At some point, Lisa came in briefly to get her and Heiko's clothes. She looked at me briefly and then, naked as she was, crawled over to me on the bed platform. She sat down cross-legged next to my mattress and looked seriously into my tear-stained eyes before telling me that Heiko had to go on today. I can't tell you how relieved I was at that moment. I wasn't going to lose her after all! But the next hammer wasn't long in coming. "I'm going to go to Marburg with him. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after, " she said, looking firmly into my eyes. I knew she wouldn't accept any contradiction. Of course, I tried to persuade her not to go. But she just said that her mind was made up. "You know, " she added, "it's so hot with him. His cock is so big, I just need more of it. You've seen how he takes me." She spread her legs a little so that I could see her vagina. His cum was still dripping out of her. "For me, it's like getting to know sex all over again. I just have to be with him for a bit longer." Grinning a little, she added: "It turned you on too, didn't it? " She lifted my comforter and looked at my hard-on. She took it in her hand and started to jerk me off very gently. I was no longer able to react. "Have you seen his cock? It's great! " she said with a loving smile. "Did you see how he really stretched me down there? At first I was afraid it would be too big for me, but then it was such a great feeling. And when he came, I could really feel it inside me." At that moment, I started squirting. My usual 3 - 4 squirts. The feeling was absolutely indescribable. The humiliation, a guy with a powerful cock did it to my girlfriend better than I ever could. "You realize that I want to experience that too." She wiped her hand clean on my bedspread and started to get dressed. She had left a real pool of his sperm next to my bed. "Do you love me? " I asked her.On the way out, she told me: "Yes, but we'll talk about it when I get back." She then drove to Marburg with Heiko. I don't know what got into me either, but I licked up Heiko's sperm and her pussy slime next to my bed and jerked off. After that I got totally drunk.

My name is Emily, I'm 32 years old and months ago I divorced my ex-husband, the reasons? Well, his arrogance and lack of attention to me added to the monotony of our relationship made us take that decision, the outcome was not peaceful, we both argued, we yelled at each other and we even threw things at each other... The truth is that I don't regret anything having separated from that ungrateful man. But what I will tell you today is not about my failed relationship, but about my best sexual experience so far. After about a week of divorce I decided to take the plunge and renew my sex life, with my ex-husband I hardly had sex and the times we had it did not leave me satisfied, it was more profitable for me to masturbate with a dildo than to fuck him. I had been talking for a few days with a childhood friend, a boy who used to be my neighbor named Tyrell, a boy of black complexion whose parents had moved from the United States to Spain. Actually I had always kept in touch with him since we liked each other very much, but since the divorce this contact had increased and now it was more frequent. And besides, I must confess that I was always attracted to him somehow, he was very strong and maybe he was not the most handsome of all but he was very cute and attractive, in fact during my adolescence I had fantasized about him, with his big cock sticking it all the way inside me having passionate sex, I was trapped by him. We decided to meet one night to go to a disco, I was clear about my goal, to have sex with him. I got ready, I put on a tight little dress, my appearance was as follows: Long dark hair and light brown eyes, a small mouth, but with full lips, with not very big breasts but compensated with a well shaped ass since I attended the gym and yoga classes so my body was very athletic and somewhat slim. The dress made me have a slim waist while widening my hips and cutting just below my buttocks making it very easy to lift it up and leave my ass in the air. I matched my dress with some black heels and a dark bag in which I left some lubricant for the occasion. And for more sluttiness, I decided to go without underwear, I was clear about my goal. Hours before meeting he told me that maybe a friend of his was coming, I was a little worried because I did not want it to be an impediment, I wanted to spend the night with him but despite my concern I accepted. It was already night and he came to pick me up by car, I got in the back since his friend was in the passenger seat, finally I could see Tyrell in person, he was more handsome than I remembered and had very wide arms, his friend was not bad either, both were well groomed and I have to say that I was feeling a very lucky woman for that situation. Already in the disco, after a couple of drinks to loosen up I started to approach Tyrell dancing next to him and sticking my body with his as much as possible in different ways but especially bitching him, and not only to him but I also allowed myself to do it with his friend who was called Tobias, I let myself go with both men of dark complexion and strong, dancing, joining my tits with their bodies or seducing them with my movements. In one of those moments I approached Tyrell and we started kissing while he and Tobias ran their hands over my ass, grabbing it, spanking it gently and slowly lifting my little dress, the three of us decided to take the next step. We got in the car, Tyrell was driving, Tobias and I stayed behind to kiss, he took off the top of my dress to touch my breasts while I stroked his huge hard cock over my pants, then I pulled them down along with his boxers and saw his erect penis, black and almost as big as my forearm, I took the whole thing in my mouth. I was giving him a blowjob while he pulled my hair aside and pushed my head so that his cock would go deeper, it was so long and fat that it didn't go all the way in, I was gagging from how deep it was going in, leaving my dick full of drool, but I kept on going at the same fast pace. The whole ride I had his cock in my mouth. When we got to the apartment and were already inside the three of us took off all our clothes, I saw Tyrell's cock that was just as big as his friend's, Tyrell lay down on the couch, I threw myself on his cock to suck it with the same intensity as the previous time. Tobias as he shoved his cock, which was still lubricated with my drool, up my pussy. The situation was surreal to me, it was like an erotic dream: I was eating my childhood friend's cock while his other friend grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, shoving his long cock deep inside my pussy, I was unable not to moan, I was in ecstasy of the pleasure I was experiencing, I had never been fucked like this before and this was just the beginning. Then we did an exchange, I went back to sucking Tobias's cock while Tyrell thrust and pushed me with all his strength while pulling my body against his, at this point my lips were so wet that they did not oppose any resistance on his big dick, the pounding of my ass against his hips could be heard throughout the room while my moans were hidden because my mouth was occupied with the other's cock. After finishing on the couch, we went to the bedroom, Tobias lay down, I got on top of him and after kissing him I put his cock inside my vagina, Tyrell was behind me, he used the lubricant that was in my bag, he passed his lubricated fingers through my anus getting them inside me while lubricating his cock and began to slowly introduce his cock in my ass, I could not believe what was happening, the sensations I was feeling and the sexual satisfaction I was experiencing. I could feel both cocks penetrating me at the same time, one going out and the other going in, opening both my orifices and causing me a slight pain that was disguised by the excitement I was experiencing. My sweaty body was being burst by those two blacks that were breaking me to my soul, Tyrell's cock was entering whole inside my ass feeling it inside my rectum, I was no longer conscious and just enjoying that wonderful experience. I moaned in pleasure, gasped in pain and begged for "more more more more" accompanying it with yeses every time they increased the pace and gave me harder, they called me a whore used me like a little doll and pulled my hair but I loved it. It all concluded with an orgasm and a squirting that left the whole bed wet and my legs shaking. I was almost crying with pleasure, but I was not finished yet. Tobias put me on the edge of the bed in missionary position, spread my legs, poured lubricant on my pussy, my anus and on his cock and without any precautions he penetrated my anus with his long penis. He played with my body as he pleased, increasing and decreasing the rhythm, pulling my hips towards his and pounding me with every thrust he gave, putting his penis completely inside me. I couldn't even keep my eye sockets in position from all the pleasure I was experiencing. Tyrell for his part was masturbating lying on the bed. He had certainly fulfilled my teenage fantasy, but in a spectacular and very surreal way. After a while of hard and accelerated penetrations Tobias took it out, Tyrell came and put it back in my ass restarting the accelerated pace that had his partner leaving him masturbating in front of me. We were like that for quite a while, while they switched back and forth to use my ass I was sticking my fingers in my pussy to masturbate and give me even more excitement than I was feeling until without warning I had another squirting while Tyrell was pumping me, he came up to my pussy and put his face in front of my squirt, then Tobias came and I soaked him the same way. I was exhausted, but they continued to use me like the submissive I was. Tyrell lifted me up with his huge arms, I hugged him, he shoved his penis up my vagina and Tobias shoved it into my anus while he grabbed my waist. Both strong men were pulling me up and down to get their cocks in and out of my orifices, I had nothing to do but enjoy the moment, feel my wet holes being violently drilled by them and moan like I never had before. My body was bouncing, I had no control over it, it was up to them to decide whether to shove it in deeper or faster, I was experiencing the best pleasure a woman could experience. "I'm going to cum" said Tobias, I replied "mails inside me" and they did. Tobias cum inside my ass, I felt his cock throbbing as he filled my rectum with his hot cum. Tyrell continued to penetrate me more eagerly after his friend pulled it out of my ass, I kissed him and then Tyrell and so on repeatedly until finally my childhood friend cum inside my vagina filling me with his cum. He left me on the floor, I lay down on the bed and felt the cum coming out of my orifices from both men who lay down next to me to kiss me, touch my sweaty body and tell me things like "how good you fuck" or "how hot you are". My night ended with a shower, I went to bed to sleep with my two men to wake up the next morning bursting. But, even so, no one was going to take away the satisfaction I experienced that night, I felt alive again and definitely, that was not going to be my last time letting myself be blown by those two.

I met my girlfriend Lisa when I was 20, still a few years younger. Lisa looked really great: 1.65m tall, long brown hair, two wonderful breasts and incredibly long legs. I have no idea why she fell in love with me. I'm also rather short, only 1.76m and only have a small willy. For those who are interested: It measures 8.5cm flaccid, or 18cm X 5.5cm stiff. I actually think it's quite pretty She was still a virgin at the time, unlike me. I had already slept with girls a few times. But these were only one-night stands on the shelf. That's how Lisa and I discovered sex in an incredibly beautiful and playful way. There were no taboos for us and so we tried out everything you can do as a couple and hardly got out of bed. Everything involved a lot of tenderness, but also a lot of fun and curiosity. I think that was the best time of my life. She did say at the very beginning of our relationship that she couldn't imagine having just one man in her life, but I suppressed/ignored that. She was still at school at the time and lived with me. At some point, she had a school trip to Berlin. I also received a letter from her almost every day in which she wrote how much she missed me. But suddenly I stopped getting letters from her. Instead, she called to tell me that she was doing really well but that she needed to talk to me when she got back. Today, my alarm bells would immediately go off, but back then I didn't think anything of it. When she was back with me, I naturally went straight to bed with her and slept with her. As we lay there cuddled up together, she told me the following: She was on the streetcar in Berlin when a guy sat down on the bench with her. He must have looked at her quite conspicuously, which didn't surprise me as she was wearing her favorite pants again. A kind of leggings or gym pants that were very elastic and fit like a second skin. Her long legs and her pussy stood out beautifully in these pants. Suddenly he put his arm around her and kissed her. She must have been quite turned on by the situation, being taken by surprise like that. A stranger who doesn't talk for long and just takes her. And all in public. He then got pretty rough. In the middle of the train, he kneaded her breasts through her T-shirt and also stroked her between her legs, but all with the fabric of her clothes in between. She told me that she was totally turned on by being groped in public like that. A few stops later, the two of them got off the train. They then looked for a dark entrance to the house and carried on there. The guy took off her T-shirt and bra. She said it was a very special thrill to stand half naked in the doorway. He kneaded her breasts and made out with her wildly. Then he pulled her pants down to her knees with her panties. She felt really at his mercy at that moment. This feeling turned her on so much that she also opened her pants and felt for his cock. She said that she couldn't believe what she was finding. Until then, she had thought that all men were equipped in roughly the same way. Until then, she had only known my part. But the guy's cock was much bigger than mine. While she was talking, she started to open my pants and jerk me off slowly. I was confused when I realized that her story was really turning me on. I was totally turned on, but also shocked. She grinned at me and continued. He didn't take long with the foreplay and immediately put his strap on her and slowly penetrated her. Lisa told me that the feeling was incredible. She could really feel him slowly stretching her vagina. She felt really full. It would have been like taking her virginity a second time. - That was right! I was the first and only person she had ever had sex with. My emotional chaos was indescribable. She told me that after he had penetrated her to the hilt, the guy had thrust really hard and that she had come twice when he finally squirted his cum into her pussy. Full of enthusiasm, she told me that he had squirted a lot. He must have squirted 7 to 8 spurts into her. Lisa didn't know that about me either. I only have 3 to 4 squirts when I come. The two of them stayed in their position for some time, he still in her pussy, until his cock slipped out of her limply. When he then pulled his cock out of her, a real gush of his semen came out of her vagina and dripped onto her panties, which were still hanging between her knees. She told him how naked and exposed she still felt. She found this feeling totally exciting. She then put her clothes back on, gave him our address and told him that she wanted to see him again. On the way to the hotel, she noticed how his sperm leaked out of her and soaked her panties and tight pants so much that a wet spot formed in the front. When she arrived at the hotel, she went straight to her room, where a classmate was already sitting. She saw the stain and asked with a grin if my friend had met anyone. Lisa then told her everything in detail. She was probably quite surprised that it was my girlfriend's first experience of this kind. Her friend found this feeling of being "filled" and the amount of sperm quite normal. She said that Lisa must have a pretty puny man at home and started to laugh. Lisa said that she was a bit embarrassed to talk about me and my cock. But after a while she had to smile about it too. She said she felt like a woman for the first time at that moment. Lisa then decided to call me and prepare me for this story. Her classmate stood next to her and laughed her head off. When Lisa had finished her story, I was completely exhausted. I had always thought that I satisfied her completely when we had sex and that I was actually built normally. For some reason, the story and her tender hand around my cock had turned me on so much that I was about to come. However, I was also deeply hurt and jealous at the same time. She realized this and tried to comfort me by telling me that my cock was also quite nice and that it was a one-off thing for her. After a few more questions, she said again that she had always said that one man wasn't enough for her in life. And that if he got in touch, she would want to meet him. The feeling of having a bigger cock inside her was so overwhelming that she really wanted to have it again. When I then wanted to sleep with her, she refused. But she wanted me to jerk off in front of her. She wanted to get a better picture of my cock, she said. I thought that was cool, but also quite humiliating, according to her report. In the days and nights that followed, she didn't want to have sex with me either. But every now and then she would tell me about her experience while I was wanking. I think it was four days later and we hadn't had sex with each other again when the doorbell rang early in the morning. When I opened the door there was a guy I didn't know. He looked pretty torn and asked if Lisa was there...

It's New Year's Eve, the company is having a corporate party today, everyone is standing on their ears, getting dressed up, and my friend Victoria and I are alone in the back room, but not for that. Victoria is 23 years old, super figure, the truth is that her breasts are a little small, but everything else causes men to get a boner, however, and women too, I adore her young, fresh body, and she does not refuse my caresses and answers me the same. On the holiday she wore a black dress, very light and short, and under it nothing but a thong, and to highlight her nipples we had sex in the back room, she had a couple of times managed to swim from my caresses, so the thongs are gone, it flowed from her, my fingers made friction in her and I massaged her cervix, and when I found and caressed the point gi she flew to another planet but then I heard some rustling, I turned around and saw the courier, a very young guy about 19 years old, he was standing crimson and jerking his cock furiously, obviously wanting to shove it into Victoria's open rose, but I couldn't let him do that, he could get my girlfriend pregnant, so I pulled up my skirt and made a permissive gesture inviting him to enter me. His cock entered me without any resistance and after a couple of minutes I felt him filling my pussy with cum, and there was a lot of it, and I felt it running down my thigh, and oh god, his cock didn't even think about falling, it entered me deeper and deeper, I started to cum, the walls of my vagina began to involuntarily contract, I felt that it hurt a little, but the strokes only became more frequent and I started to cum again, jamming into the beautiful, sweet cunt of my stunned girlfriend. The guy groaned and poured a big load of his young cum into me. A good start to the evening, I thought. After getting cleaned up and kicking the guy out, we went out into the hall, seeing Victoria and me, everyone was quiet, admiring our sexy bodies, Victoria's nipples sticking out through the thin material of her dress, my big breasts poking out from under the sexy outfit, the evening had begun. We were surrounded by men, offering us a drink on a brouderchaff, it was good that I had time to put in Victoria's purse, a pack of condoms, I did not want my girl to get pregnant from any of my colleagues. Everyone got drunk quickly, before I could offer little resistance the man I was paying attention to dragged me into the bathroom and his fingers were in my already wet pussy and he tore my panties and started to fuck me in the rack, I jumped off his cock and took it in my mouth, barely putting his huge cock in, it was not comfortable and I put my boobs out and let the cock between my tits, admiring this huge, red cock. He put me on his huge cock, we sucked together, his piston entered deeper and deeper, I was cumming over and over, my cunt began to slurp, accepting this huge piston, in my ear I had already allowed him to drain into me, but I wanted it longer and he felt it and slowed down the pace of coitus, and sitting on his cock I started to thrust and felt him involuntarily pouring his cum into me, it poured right into my uterus, there was a lot of it and I cummed again. Back in the banquet hall without panties, I noticed that the young man who I gave the first, sitting across from me and eating my swollen from fucking gudi eyes, I lifted my skirt higher and spread my legs wide for him to enjoy the sight and honored that my thighs are flowing cum, the previous partner, the guy lost his head, it was already midnight and I decided to go home, where my husband was waiting for me. I staggered out of the hall, put on my fur coat and went to the exit, this guy came up and asked me to accompany him. We got into a cab, during the ride he spread me out on the back seat and in a few shakes poured another portion of cum, I was tired and therefore did not enjoy it. When I got home I didn't wash my face and went to bed, my husband woke up and put his finger in my pussy, he understood everything, his finger was covered in cum, he put his smelling dick on me and started to fuck me, he spread his cock wide apart, when he finished he came long and long into me and turned away and fell asleep.

The dimly lit alley, hidden from the bustling city streets, was a canvas of urban art. Graffiti covered the walls as a colorful manifestation of the rebellious spirit. Here, in this gritty setting, Ann, a sultry attractive woman, met up with her longtime friend Rick for a secret rendezvous. She organized it to experience something that would ignite her passion and challenge societal patterns. Ann stepped into the alley, her heels clacking on the rough sidewalk heralding her arrival. Her body was the epitome of pure seduction, clad in a tight leather dress that hugged every curve, emphasizing her sensual figure. The hem of the dress barely covered her underwear, teasingly revealing her long, taut legs. Her dark hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her bright red lips curved into a mischievous smile as she spotted Rick leaning carelessly against the wall. Rick, a tall and stout man with a mischievous glint in his eyes, straightened at the sight of Ann. His gaze slid down her body, covering every inch of her sensual form. He was dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans, contrasting with Ann's provocative outfit, but his clothes couldn't hide his growing arousal. You look amazing, Ann, he murmured, his voice deep and husky. - But I have to admit, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you'd be with your husband tonight. Ann smirked, her eyes sparkling merrily. Oh, but I am here. My husband, Richard, is here, too. He's just watching from afar, waiting his turn. - she licked her lips, her gaze darting toward the nearest dumpster, behind which Richard was hiding, eagerly watching the scene unfold. Rick's eyebrows rose in surprise. Your husband knows about this? And he's okay with it? Oh, more than okay with it, Ann murmured, moving closer to Rick. - He likes to watch me with other men. It's his perversion, his little cuckold fantasy. And tonight I'm going to give him another performance. And, if you don't mind, let's get started. Saying this, Ann reached out and ran her fingers through Rick's hair, pulling his face closer to hers. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, full of hunger and desire. Rick's hands slid down her back, straddling her firm ass, pulling her closer. Ann moaned, her hands squeezing his shoulders, awakening his beastly strength. They broke the long passionate kiss to catch their breath. Ann's eyes shone with lust as she pulled Rick further into the alley, away from the dumpster where Richard was peeking at them. She pressed him against the wall, her hands moving to the zipper of his jeans. With customary ease, she unzipped his pants, freeing his erection throbbing cock. Oh, fuck, Ann, Rick moaned, leaning his head back against the wall as her soft hands encircled his hard cock. - You're incredible. Ann smiled slyly, stroking his tool in slow, measured strokes. This is nothing compared to what I'm about to do, " she whispered. - Richard loves watching me suck cock. He gets very turned on when he sees me giving pleasure to another man. With those words she dropped to her knees, her dress pulled up, exposing her bare thighs. Rick's cock was standing up and was very hot, Ann took it into her mouth, her full lips sliding down his shaft. She moaned, taking in its length, the vibrations of her tongue sending shivers of pleasure through Rick's body. He ran his fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm as she sucked and teased his sensitive flesh. Richard, hiding behind the dumpster, could barely contain himself. He watched his wife, his beautiful Ann, take another man's cock deeply into her mouth while his own cock whimpered with desire. He knew his part in this scenario and enjoyed the anticipation of what was to come. Ann pulled away, her lips glistening with Rick's pre-ejaculate. And now it's time for the main event, she said, standing up and turning to face the wall. She pulled up her dress, exposing her round, firm ass, and bent over, resting her ass against the cold brick. - Take me, Rick. Fuck me while my husband watches. Rick needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself behind Ann, his hands gripping her hips as he guided his throbbing cock to her entrance. With one swift thrust he impaled her, filling her cunt in one smooth motion. Ann cried out, with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock was so big it took her a while to adjust to it. Oh, yes! Fuck me, Rick! - she exclaimed, pushing away from him. - Richard, are you watching? See how good it feels? Rick began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm, driving his cock deep into Ann's moist heat. She moaned with each thrust, her body shaking with pleasure. Rick's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts through her dress, tweaking her hardened nipples. Richard, unable to hold back any longer, stepped out from behind the dumpster, his erection straining against his pants. He watched Rick thrust into his wife, his cock disappearing into her again and again. Ann's moans and cries of pleasure filled the air, and Richard fondled himself, unable to take his eyes off the erotic display. Ann, you're so hot, Rick growled, his breathing becoming ragged. - I'm going to cum soon, just like you want me to. Ann reached between her legs, found her clit and rubbed it in small circles as Rick's cock entered her. Yes, cum for me, Rick! Fill my pussy with your hot load! Rick's body tensed, and with one last powerful thrust he exploded inside Ann, his cum shooting deep into her. She cried out, her orgasm crashing down on her as she felt Rick's hot liquid jet inside her. He leaned against her back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Richard, feeling like he was about to cum, moved closer, stroking his hard throbbing cock with his hand. Ann, you're incredible. Now it's my turn, he said, his voice husky with desire. Ann turned her head, her eyes shining with satisfaction. Yes, my love. Come and take what's left of your wife's cunt. I want to feel you inside me. Richard, wasting no time, positioned himself behind Ann. He pushed his hard shaft into her, feeling the warmth of her well-fucked hole. Rick's cum provided extra lubrication as Richard began thrusting, his cock sliding easily into his wife's wet pussy. Ann's moans filled the alley. Richard's hands clutched her thighs, leaving red marks on her pale skin as he thrust into her enthusiastically. Oh, yes, Richard! Fuck me! Make me cum again! - Ann screamed, her body trembling with pleasure. Rick, standing next to Ann, reached up and began rubbing her clit, his fingers working in tandem with Richard's thrusts. Ann's moans grew louder, her body tensing as another orgasm built up inside her. I'm going to cum! - Richard moaned, his breath burning Ann's neck. - I'm going to cum, Ann! With one last powerful thrust, Richard poured himself into Ann, mixing his cum with Rick's cum inside her. Ann's body shuddered, her orgasm piercing her, she screamed, her nails digging into the rough brick wall. Richard, exhausted and satisfied, pulled his cock out of Ann, it glistened with her juices. Ann turned to face them, she was breathing heavily, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. That was incredible, Richard said in a husky voice. - Thank you, Ann. And you, Rick. It was quite a show. You're welcome, my friend. I confess I've never experienced anything like it. - Rick smiled. - Ann, you really are something special. Ann smiled, her lips still swollen from the passionate kisses. I'm glad you both enjoyed it. It was great. They walked out of the alleyway into the bustle of the city and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

The morning silence in the bedroom was broken only by my girlfriend Jeanette's low and disgruntled (by women's standards) tone of voice. She was sitting in front of the mirror on a small stool, putting makeup on her pretty young face. Her plump lips were saying something to me about my unfounded jealousy. - How many times can you pester me with your stupid questions, she muttered, staring into the mirror with an almost hypnotic gaze and applying something with a brush to her slightly puffy cheek, I'm sick of your complaints. This can't go on much longer. I lay on the bed and looked at her seductive, feminine body, covered in a homemade robe. Her right leg was thrown over her left, and the bottom of the robe was falling off, exposing her delicate thigh. The thought that she wasn't even wearing panties was suggested. Her luxurious hair was gathered in a bun, exposing her slender neck. Morning sex hadn't happened today, and my cock was extremely unhappy about it. I got out of bed and approached her from the side first. She interrupted her verbal outpourings and turned her gaze to me, her brush aside. Her big, expressive eyes stared at me pretentiously. - What else do you want to say? - she said. - Or... She wanted to say something else, but I was already behind her and lifted her off the stool and onto her feet, grabbing her sides with both hands. I pushed the stool aside so it wouldn't get in the way and started kissing her neck. With one hand I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her front, and with the same hand I fumbled with her tits, which I felt under her robe. Damn, they were so tantalizing. With my other hand I grabbed her juicy ass and squeezed it pretty hard, almost hurting her. - Come on, let go. I'm going to be late, Jeanette reluctantly tried to free herself from my shackles, placing her tassel on the table. Her voice became softer and squeakier. The hand that had been pawing her ass pulled up her robe from behind and snaked up Jeanette's crotch, fumbling for her pussy. She really wasn't wearing panties. The girl was already wet and ready to accept my 10 inch cock, who was tearing free stretching the front of the boxers. The other arm that was straddling Jeanette's front went over her back and bent her over, pressing her breasts against the table. The sight of Jeanette's bare round ass spread out in front of me and I immediately pulled down my panties. - Do you want to fuck me? - Jeanette asked in amazement, returning to her attempts to break free. I remained silent. My animal-level arousal was already leading me to her pussy. I had my cock in my right hand and my left hand was holding Jeanette to the table so she wouldn't pull away. - At least wear a cond... - Her phrase was interrupted by the fact that his penis was already halfway inside her, Idiot, I'm ovulating! Do you want me to get pregnant? I didn't care. The tender cunt seemed to be more positive than her grumpy mistress. Clamped tightly around my cock, she gave me heavenly pleasure, and I picked up the pace. - Let me go, you bastard, Jeanette said intermittently and excitedly, you'll pay for this, you bitch. Her angry phrases were interrupted by sobs and light moans. Jeanette was getting high. Her copious juices on my cock were clearly visible. I got tired of fucking her in the doggy style and I put her on the bed so that she was on her stomach. I laid on top of her and continued to have her. The pace was decent, my balls slapping against her clit. Jeanette's breathing became intermittent again, she raised her ass slightly - it looked like another orgasm had hit my sweet bitch. Jeanette surrendered completely to my will: no more name-calling or threats. That's the way it is with me: I don't cum for a long time in the morning. So she was guaranteed a sex marathon and late for work. Apparently Jeanette realized this and only moaned sweetly under me. I turned her over on her back and fucked her greedily in the missionary position. Her legs were spread wide, her tits swaying in time with my thrusts. She lay there with her eyes closed or opened them from time to time, rolled them up and closed them again. When another orgasm came, she wrapped her legs around me and fell silent. Finally, I started to cum. I was so obsessed with my favorite woman that I filled her with my cum without a second thought. My eyes went black and I lost touch with reality. I could hear from the slurping sounds that there was more than enough cum to keep this ovulation going. I was still lying on top of her, and my cock inside Jeanette's pussy was getting softer and occasionally shuddering after a strenuous but very satisfying work. Jeanette went to work with my cum inside her. No one had any idea how dirty and cynical she had been fucked this morning. Nine months later Jeanette gave birth to a little boy just like me. We became a happy family, and later we had more beautiful children, because I knew exactly how to knock up my favorite woman.

Ivan was exhausted after a long day at work, and all he wanted was to relax and rest at home. When he opened the front door, he caught an unexpected scene. His heart beat faster when he saw his wife Katya in a compromising pose with a strange man. The dining room was lit by soft candlelight, creating an intimate atmosphere. Katya, a pretty 35-year-old woman with long wavy hair and a full figure, was bent over the table, her dress pulled up revealing her luscious round ass. Her skin glistened with sweat and her moans filled the air. A tall, muscular man stood behind her, his hands gripping Katya's hips tightly. He was the epitome of raw masculinity, with well-defined muscles and an expression of pure lust on his face. Ivan froze, his eyes fixed on the sight before him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife, whom he considered the faithful companion of his life, was being fucked by a stranger right here in their home. The man's thick cock, impressive in its length, froze at Katya's pussy, ready to invade her moist depths once again. Katya, sensing her husband's presence, turned her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with desire. Ivan, darling, " she murmured. - Don't just stand there, come and watch this stud fuck me. Her voice was husky with lust, and her low tone added to the voluptuousness of her words. Ivan's mouth went dry as he realized this was no mistake. Katya wanted him to witness her infidelity. The stranger's eyes met Ivan's and he smirked as if challenging him. Without hesitation, the muscular man began thrusting forward, plunging his massive cock deep into Katya's waiting pussy. Katya sighed sharply as she was filled, her body shuddering with pleasure. Oh yes, fuck me! - she screamed. The stranger's cock stretched her pussy, and Ivan could see her juices glistening on his shaft as he emerged before withdrawing deep inside again. Katya's moans became more intense, each one echoing around the room. Look at that cock, Ivan, she exhaled, rolling her eyes in ecstasy. - It's so big, so hard. I've been dreaming about it all day. Her hands clutched the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood as the stranger pounded into her from behind. Ivan felt a mixture of emotions-jealousy, excitement, and curiosity. He couldn't take his eyes off as the stranger's hips slammed against Katya's ass, making her shake with each powerful thrust. The man's balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, bringing her closer to the brink of orgasm. Oh, I'm going to cum! - Katya screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. The stranger reached out and squeezed her nipples, sending her to the edge of pleasure. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock from her orgasm, wringing it out as she cummed, her moisture flowing down her thighs. The muscular man roared, his own orgasm building up. He pulled his throbbing cock out of Katya's hot pussy and pointed it at her face. With a roar, he released a stream of hot cum, coating Katya's lips, chin and neck with the thick white liquid. Ivan watched mesmerized as his wife greedily licked her lips, tasting the other man's cum. Come, Ivan, Katya said in a voice husky with pleasure. - Come and fuck me too. She ran her fingers over her face and licked them. Ivan, seized by desire, stepped forward. Katya giggled, a mischievous light lit up in her eyes. Now it's your turn, my dear husband. Show me what you can do. Ivan felt his cock harden even more when he realized that Katya wanted him to join in. Ivan let out a low moan, and without wasting any time, he pulled out his cock and stood behind his unfaithful sexy wife. He slowly entered Katya's heated pussy, his cock throbbing with desire. Ivan leaned forward and with his hands began to caress her large warm breasts while slowly making slow thrusts inside her. His hands roamed over his wife's breasts, squeezing her nipples and driving her crazy with pleasure. Fuck me harder, sweetheart, Katya whispered. - Make me scream. Ivan tensed, gripped Katya's hips tightly, and sped up his thrusts, filling her with vivid sensual sensations. His hips moved back and forth, slamming his balls into Katya's pussy with each hard thrust. Ivan's eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed him, he thrust with force into Katya. Oh yes, fuck me! - Katya exulted, panting. - Harder! Her husband's cock felt incredibly large inside Katya, giving her incredible pleasure. She moaned and shuddered as the wave of orgasm hit her. Ivan's body shuddered as he felt his orgasm build up as well, his balls straining harder and harder. He fucked his wife in a frenzy, thrusting into her with all his might. I'm coming! - Ivan shouted in a hoarse voice. With one last powerful thrust, he felt the incredible power of his orgasm overtake him. Hot jets of cum spurted inside, mixing with the remnants of Katya's juices. He pulled out his cock, glistening from his orgasm, and guided it into Kati's waiting mouth. She sucked it greedily, savoring the taste of her husband's cum. When she looked up at Ivan, her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, giving him a joyful anticipation of their further adventures.

My wife Tina had come up with something completely different for our vacation this year. She had booked a room for the two of us on a farm near Martendorf so that we wouldn't have to stay in a hotel for 14 days and be served from top to bottom. When we arrived, we were greeted by an elderly gentleman who looked my wife up and down, his gaze fixed on Tina's bust and he was probably imagining the most fantastic things, only when I cleared my throat did he take his eyes off Tina and lead us through a few corridors to our room. My wife asked me "Did you see how the old man looked at me? That was more than intrusive, the only thing missing was him feeling me up to see if everything was real." I laughed and said, "I bet he's never seen such a pretty woman with such huge breasts." We put our things in the wardrobe and went to check in again, but it wasn't as easy as we thought. The corridor that led to our rooms split several times and neither I nor Tina knew exactly how to get out, we decided to start on the right and soon came to the end of the corridor that was still under construction, the next corridor was much brighter and had already been partially renovated, but we hadn't been able to get through here either. Just as we were about to turn around and go back to the main corridor we heard this strange noise, it sounded like a rattling or gurgling, we kept very still and listened, yes there it was again this time more of a moaning, somewhere at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms someone seemed to have hurt themselves or was in pain, we walked on slowly to give the person any help we could. We could hear the moaning and panting more and more clearly and we were sure it was coming from the room at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar and Tina was there first and looked in cautiously, I saw her eyes get big and she held me back with her hand when I tried to push the door open, she pushed me back and held her finger in front of her lips to quiet me. She whispered as she told me that the old man from the registration desk was having fun with a cute young girl. I looked carefully around the corner and couldn't believe my eyes, the old man was leaning half standing, half sitting on a beam and a girl of about 18 was standing with her backside to his robe and fucking herself with his cock with relish, it was she who was panting and moaning so loudly, She must be on the verge of climax, her eyes are closed and her pelvis flies wildly back and forth, the old man hardly moves, he leans on the beam and only slaps her ass cheeks, which are already bright red, with the flat of his hand every now and then. The girl must be having a constant orgasm because she squeals and gasps and then falls back into a voluptuous moan. The old man lets her dance on his cock for quite a while until he suddenly takes the initiative himself and stands up, he pulls his cock out of the girl and I see the monster he is working her pussy with for the first time. Tina moans at the sight, she had never seen such a huge cock before. The old man turns the girl and helps her to sit on the bar, he lifts her legs up and aims his hammer at her cunt, the girl grabs the cock, guides it to her hole and the old man sears it to the limit with one thrust. As he thrusts, his sack slaps against her ass and Tina can hardly believe that the giant disappears completely into her cunt. After just a few thrusts the girl is already gone again, she has her arms around the man's neck and is fucking against this monster. I am amazed at the stamina and endurance of the man, who I estimate to be at least sixty-five, as he rams his rock-hard cock relentlessly into her cunt. He didn't seem to be interested in the little girl's tits at all, she had only undressed underneath. It was quite a while before the two of them changed positions again, the girl now stretched her ass towards him and pulled her buttocks apart, as the old man was so tall and the girl was bent over in front of him, he fucked her from above and we saw how the thick cock moved in and out of her shaved cunt. The swollen labia stretched around the mighty trunk and shone dark red. The old man was a horny stallion and Tina moaned as if she was being pushed by the cock herself, she was really carried away by the fuck and when the old man then stuck his thumb in the little girl's asshole and she moaned loudly "yes, go deeper, fuck my asshole", Tina was over the moon. She grabbed her crotch and pressed her hand against her cunt, the old man widened the girl's asshole with his fingers, he spit on it and made her sphincter submissive, the thick cock in her cunt and meanwhile two fingers in her rosette, the girl only babbled incomprehensible words and when the old man then put his stallion cock on her asshole and slowly pushed it in, I also stopped spitting. I was so tied up that I didn't even notice Tina's hand disappearing under her skirt and wanking her pussy, only when I heard her moaning and saw her body twitching did I realize that she had just had an orgasm. I had heard from colleagues that some women want to be fucked in the ass, but I had never spoken to Tina about it or even tried it and she had never complained. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, the sight of the young girl and how the mighty bolt stretched her tender hole left no healthy man cold, the old man accelerated his thrusts again, then pulled his cock out of the little girl and squirted with a loud grunt over her back. He spread his sperm with the glans over her back and ass cheeks as we carefully and quietly withdrew from the hallway. We went back to the room and when the door closed behind us Tina stripped the skirt off her hips, followed by the soaking wet panties and when I didn't undress quickly enough she said "Go on, I'm horny and want you right now." I stood in front of her, somewhat taken aback, and when I didn't move immediately she came towards me and started to open my pants. My cock was hard and stiff and a drop of anticipation had formed on the tip of my glans. When Tina threw herself onto our bed and spread her legs, I could see her cunt so clearly for the first time in a long time. The thick pubic hair was glistening with her juices and you could see the labia shimmering through it. My wife gave me the creeps, she had never shown herself so freely and without shame in my presence. I climbed onto the bed with her and scorched my cock in her hole, while I fucked Tina I thought of the little girl and how she was rammed by the old man, the whole thing had excited me so much that I coughed after a short time. Tina said it was nice, but she hadn't had an orgasm this time. While I wanted to get some sleep after the act, Tina put on her bathrobe and left the room for the showers. I didn't know how long I had dozed off but when I woke up again I was still alone, I didn't think about it for long but decided to go to the showers too. When the old man showed us the way to the showers on arrival, he didn't mention that they were communal, because when I stood in front of the door and looked for a men's and women's door, there was only a sign saying washroom. I pushed open the thick solid oak door and stepped inside, a swirl of fumes met me and I looked around first, everything was done here whether you wanted to do laundry or take a shower it happened here. The shower cubicles were at the back of the room and there were four of them, I walked past the washing machines and was just about to start shouting when I heard voices, I literally froze in my tracks and listened to the sounds coming from one of the cubicles, "no, not that's not - oh my God - yes, yes, go deeper give me more of that lovely cock" I clearly recognized the voice of a woman and crept closer to the cubicle. The voice sounded very excited and I suspected Tina was in there and was about to storm the cubicle. But first I wanted to see what they were doing there, I knelt on the floor and peered under the edge of the cubicle, I saw three legs in a puddle of water, two of which didn't belong to Tina, I carefully crept further into the next cubicle and climbed onto the shelf. As I carefully lifted my head over the cabin wall and peered in, my blood shot into my cock. The old man from the registration desk was standing between the thighs of a busty brunette I didn't know yet and was fucking her with long, deep thrusts into her hot hole. I was glad that it wasn't my wife he was fucking, but I watched curiously as they did it. He had lifted one of her legs and watched as his wet, shiny cock moved in and out between her labia, I was lucky that I remained undetected because the woman had her eyes closed and was fucking as best she could against the mighty trunk.Damn, the guy had stamina, first the young thing and now another hot woman in her forties.He stepped on the gas and his thrusts became faster and faster, the woman had a violent orgasm when he suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt, pushed her down by the shoulders and said "suck my cock and suck out the juice you horny piece" she fell to her knees a little dazed in front of him and swallowed his cock as far as she could with her sucking mouth. The old man literally fucked her down her throat, her juices and her spit mixed together and formed a creamy ring on her lips. The woman could hardly catch her breath with the thick cock in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out with every thrust of the man as if they were about to burst, her eyes were wide open and I was afraid of being discovered, but either she didn't see me or she didn't care at the moment, because suddenly the old man took his cock in his hand and began to jerk it violently. She sat in front of him with her mouth open, expecting his juice, his ass cheeks clenched and his pelvis jerked forward as the cream squirted across her face, his cum ran down her cheeks to her neck, his juice stuck in her hair and his cock kept spurting until she put her mouth over the glans and swallowed the rest. I thought it was disgusting how the guy squirts his sperm over the woman and then she takes the slimy cock in her mouth, swallows the juice and licks it clean, I had never made such a perverse mess with my Tina. However, when I wanted to get off the rack to leave, I only noticed that my little friend was sticking out hard from the bathrobe, the spectacle of the two of them had made me hornier than I wanted to admit. When I opened the door to our room, Tina was waiting for me, she was lying under the comforter and asked me where I had been, I told her what I had seen and what a sex fiend the old man was. I acted very indignant and also told her about the woman and how she had milked his cock. She shook her head in incomprehension, mumbled something I didn't understand and then turned away from me and fell asleep. I wanted to let her sleep in peace, so I went off on my own to get to know our vacation spot a little better. The farm was very large and as the various renovations were still in full swing, some areas of the former stables could not be entered. In the near future, rooms for around 500 beds were to be built here. I was curious about the construction site and entered the cordoned-off area despite the prohibition. I had been walking for quite a while and was heading back towards my room when I saw Tina crossing the yard, she was walking towards the containers where the construction workers were staying. I called her name but she didn't hear me, I just saw her stop in front of a container, knock, the door was opened and a tall man pulled her inside, two men who came from the building site also entered the container. When I arrived and wanted to open the door, it was locked, I wanted to wait until Tina came out again and didn't think anything of it at first that the door was locked. The container was in the middle of a small pine grove and when I looked around a bit I noticed the pipe that led from the container wall into a hole in the ground, it also smelled very strong here and on closer inspection I realized that this was a toilet container. I walked slowly around the box and suddenly heard voices coming from one of the vents. "Come on you horny bitch suck me and take it deep! " another voice said, "That's a horny pig, she's shaved and her cunt is swollen and soaking wet, you couldn't wait and rubbed yourself horny, or did your old man just get it for you? " I was frightened, only Tina and the men were in the container, I stormed back to the door, tugged and tore at it but nothing happened, I ran to the back again and listened, this time I heard moaning and whining from the opening and then a voice again, so you horny piece now I'll stick my cock in your ass, bend over and stick your ass up, then a loud, voluptuous moan and Tina's voice, yes, finally fuck deep ouuhhhh yes, you come too, I froze and couldn't move anymore, I listened intently at the ventilation slits and tried in vain to look through the thin cracks into the room. I ran to the other side of the container and discovered a narrow window at the top, I took one of the empty beer crates and placed it against the container wall, now I could see into the room through the open gap. I was left spitting when I saw Tina kneeling on the floor surrounded by men taking turns shoving their cocks in her mouth while a man serviced her from behind, I screamed like a spit and the men stopped for a moment, I screamed again for them to stop immediately and open the door, one of the men said OK and gestured for me to come to the door. I heard the latch click and before I knew it, the guy had grabbed me and pulled me into the container, he locked it behind us and held me tight, the container had three toilets and three pee bowls and it smelled strongly of urine. There were three others here with the guy holding me, who continued to stick their cocks into my wife, unimpressed by my presence. I wanted to protest and scream but when I saw the lust on Tina's face and she smiled at me as her cock was up to the hilt in her ass, I slowly realized that she wasn't being raped but had arranged this meeting. I indicated to the man behind me that he could let go of me. A little hesitantly he let my arms out of his iron-hard grip, the guys all had a physique like strength athletes and I would have expected such cocks on ponies. For me it was all like a dream, I just stood there and watched my wife give herself to these men. The guy who had held me stood at a piss basin and emptied his bladder, he didn't even shake off his cock when he went to Tina and pushed his half-stiff dick into her mouth, then he said "come and join in, your wife is a horny woman and she can take a lot, I couldn't move and just stood there, the man fucking her asshole was thrusting faster and harder and then he pulled his dick out and stood in front of her face, he moaned and shouted "go suck it you pig and swallow my juice! While Tina took the man's cock in her mouth and sucked on the glans with lust, the next one had stepped behind her and stuck his cock in her already fucked hole, the guy in front of her had the nipples between his fingers and pulled the heavy tits upwards, his hips swung back and forth and Tina gasped and blew as the cock almost completely disappeared in her mouth, his balls slapped against her chin and when he came, he grinned at me and pumped the juice down her throat. I stare stunned at my wife who, after the guy has withdrawn, looks at me and smiles as the sperm drips from her mouth. The next guy is there immediately and holds out his cock for her to suck, which Tina devours with relish. The guy who had shot his juice comes to me and says "Tina is a super horny woman, I wish I had such a dirty piece at home, but my old lady only fucks in the dark and then only every 2 months, you're really lucky with that woman! I knew what he meant but should I now be proud that my wife here in the toilet container let herself be fucked like a bitch in heat by construction workers? The woman I'd always thought of as staid and decent and with whom, as I said, I only had sex in the dark once every three months. I couldn't quite share his enthusiasm, although my cock was making itself painfully felt in my tight pants. How could it be that I got horny at the sight of this, was I a pervert or was I just telling myself all these moral concepts so as not to offend or conform to the norm? That was over now. The three guys changed positions, one lay down on the floor and Tina had to stick his cock up her ass with her back to him, her shaved cunt glistening with the juice of her lust and I felt a sting in my balls as the next guy stood between her wide-spread legs and penetrated her cunt from the front. The two of them fucked her with fast, deep thrusts and the man under her squeezed and kneaded her tits while the other twirled her stiff nipples between his fingers. The third grabbed her head and pressed his cock between her lips, so she was now fucked in all holes and moaned with lust, she obviously enjoyed being taken by the three of them and I wondered why I hadn't noticed anything of her fantasies and needs for so long. The fuckers changed positions a few more times before cumming one after the other all over Tina's face and tits. When the last one had finished his juice and joined the others to rest, my horny wife came up to me and said "nah my darling, now you know what a woman wants! She opened my pants and pulled out my stiff cock, I didn't care that we had an audience and I just let her do it, Tina knelt in front of me and sucked my cock deep into her mouth, her splattered face and the cum running down her body only made me hornier. I felt no disgust, just pure lust. I had just been piqued by the woman in the shower, but now the sight of Tina made me horny as hell. The four men were watching us and two of them were jerking themselves stiff again, I let them suck me for a while and then turned them around, I also wanted to fuck them from behind and put my cock in their asshole, the two men lined up in front of Tina and took turns pushing their smeared cocks into her mouth, these perverted guys stroked their glans through the cum on her body and then sucked the pistons clean again, my sweetheart devoured the greasy and smelly cocks as if they were candy canes, I couldn't hold on any longer at this sight and squirted deep in her asshole. My sweetie turned around and almost swallowed my cock and balls, she sucked and licked until the last bit was in her sucking mouth. Tina was insatiable and made our cocks stop again and again. She was only satisfied after everyone had shot their juice at least three times. So filled up we went back to our room completely satisfied, where she then told me how the gangbang with the construction workers had come about.