#Doggy Style

This all went down a few years ago. I was about 23, and my best friend was Mia. We'd been tight since our senior year of high school, practically glued at the hip. Our bond got even stronger when I started dating the best friend of Mia's boyfriend. Mia and I were always out and about. Most weekends, we'd hit the bars or clubs with our crew of girlfriends. Sometimes our boyfriends came along, but usually, it was just us, living it up. One summer, we planned a weekend getaway to my boyfriend's family's beach house. The idea was to head out Saturday morning and come back Sunday evening. Besides Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, a few other friends from our group tagged along. We ended up with 11 of us total. We rolled up to the beach house around 1 p.m. in four cars. The sun was blazing, so we threw on our swimsuits and hit the ocean right away. After some drinks and a barbecue, we started a rowdy game of beach volleyball in the shallow waves. It wasn't just about the game - there was a lot of playful shoving and "accidental" touches. I felt hands graze me more than once, but I just smirked and kept going. Mia was the same, brushing it off with a laugh. Eventually, two of the other girls bailed, leaving just Mia, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, two other guys, and me in the water. Mia and I were on opposite teams, and the guys loved tossing the ball our way, then diving in to steal it, their hands brushing against us. During one chaotic play, Mia's bikini top snagged on a piece of driftwood, yanking it aside and nearly baring her chest to everyone. She didn't flinch, just adjusted it with a grin while the guys whooped and hollered. They started ribbing Mia's boyfriend, teasing him about her "showing off." He just laughed it off, so the jokes fizzled out. The game kept going, but the guys seemed more focused on tugging at our bikini strings than hitting the ball. At one point, my boyfriend pulled the tie on my bikini top, and it came loose, floating in the waves. I clamped my hands over my chest, laughing as the group howled. Mia was giggling too until her boyfriend yanked her top loose, leaving her exposed. We stood there, covering ourselves, cracking up. The commotion drew the others closer, curious about the noise. They started cheering, and after some coaxing, the two other girls jumped back in. Sure enough, their tops were untied in seconds, and they covered up like us. We started messing around, playfully bumping into each other or covering one another's chests with our hands, all while laughing. The guys were practically feral with excitement. After a while, the guys swam closer, tickling us to make us drop our hands. It was a struggle to stay covered, and I definitely felt some bold moves under the water. Then Mia's boyfriend, Lucas, grabbed my shoulders and dunked me under. I couldn't fight back without exposing myself, so, in a panic, I grabbed him by the crotch, squeezing hard until he let go. I surfaced, gasping, while he groaned, clutching himself by the shore. Everyone roared with laughter when I shouted what I'd done, and that ended the game. We retied our bikinis and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling. But something lingered in my mind - the moment I'd grabbed Lucas. I could tell he was half-hard, and it felt... substantial. Mia had always bragged about him, but I figured it was just talk. Now I wasn't so sure. Later, I ran into Lucas inside the beach house. We started joking about the volleyball chaos, but then he said something that stopped me cold. "I knew you had an incredible body - that grab was worth the pain just to get a closer look." I froze, unsure if he was serious or messing around. Not wanting to seem shaken, I fired back, "Thanks, but I doubt you saw much. From what I felt, though, Mia wasn't lying about you." He stepped closer, pinning me against the wall with his arm. My heart raced - I was terrified someone would walk in and get the wrong idea. "Ava, you've always driven me crazy - today just pushed me over the edge." - "Lucas, don't be stupid - someone could see us, and it'll be a disaster." He didn't back off, closing the distance until I had nowhere to go. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into me through his shorts, warm and unmistakable. My body betrayed me, staying still instead of pulling away. His hand moved lower, cupping my bare skin under my thong bikini. "Lucas, stop - this is a mess waiting to happen." - "Ava, don't play - you feel it too. We've known each other too long to pretend." He wasn't wrong. Before I started dating his friend, Lucas used to complain to Mia about me, saying I was trouble. Mia and I were wild back then - we'd compete to see who could hook up with the most guys at the club. She settled down with Lucas, but I kept at it until I got with his friend. In another world, I'd have jumped Lucas without a second thought. But he was Mia's boyfriend, and she was right outside with my boyfriend and the others. I shoved him back, but he grabbed my arm. "I want you, Ava - I know you'll keep quiet. Let's find a moment to make this happen." He let go, and I bolted to the bathroom, locking the door. I was a mess. The buzz from the drinks was gone, replaced by a storm of nerves. Lucas had just crossed a line, and I was torn - part of me wanted to shut it down, but another part was screaming to give in. Someone knocked - it was my boyfriend, checking on me. I came out, blaming the drinks for my shakiness. We rejoined the group, but I was distant, avoiding Lucas's eyes, my hands trembling. That evening, a few friends left after dinner, leaving just Mia, Lucas, my boyfriend, and me to stay the night. I wanted to flee, to put distance between me and Lucas, especially with Mia and my boyfriend around. By 6 p.m., we were drinking again. The guys fired up the grill, playing cards and sipping beers while Mia and I hung out nearby. After dinner, the others left as planned, leaving just the four of us. I caught Lucas stealing glances, which made my stomach churn. Later, after chatting on the deck, Mia said she was turning in. Lucas followed, making a joke about "seeing if he'd get lucky." My boyfriend and I talked a bit longer before he headed to bed. I said I'd stay out a little, needing air, but promised to join him soon. I needed to clear my head. My thoughts were a whirlwind, and I was already plotting how to make something happen with Lucas. The fear was fading, replaced by a reckless curiosity. I went inside as the bugs got bad and the air cooled. The house was silent. Heading to the bathroom, I tried to hear if anything was happening in Mia and Lucas's room. No sound, but light glowed under the door. When I came out, the light was off, and it was quiet, so I figured they were asleep. My boyfriend was passed out in our room. I lay next to him, wide awake. Then I heard movement in the living room, like someone was slipping outside. My window faced the yard, but the blinds blocked my view. I was sure it was Lucas, confirmed by the flick of a lighter - Mia didn't smoke. My gut told me to go. I threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed my cigarettes for an excuse, and headed out. I barely smoked, so it was a lame cover, but it was something. Lucas smirked when he saw me. I asked for a light and sat next to him, saying nothing. He started to talk, but I hushed him, nodding toward the window. He got it, took my hand, and led me to a bench about 25 yards away, where we could whisper. Before he could speak, I said, "Lucas, not here - nothing happens here. Back in town, we'll meet up and figure it out." He ignored me, grabbing my hand and placing it on his shorts. I didn't pull away, feeling him grow hard under my fingers. I kept my hand there, knowing the darkness would hide us if anyone came out. I started stroking him slowly, both of us silent. He was rock-hard, bigger than my boyfriend's, and my curiosity spiked. I wanted to see it but didn't dare. With my other hand, I tugged his waistband down, slipping inside to feel his warm, pulsing length. He shifted, making it easier. I moved my hand gently, my nerves electric, glancing around to ensure we were alone. Then Lucas pulled his shorts lower, fully exposing himself. His hand pressed my back, guiding me down. I resisted for a second but gave in, taking him into my mouth. His skin was hot, salty, and I felt him throb as I moved, my tongue tracing him. It lasted maybe a minute before I snapped out of it, realizing how insane this was. I sat up, and Lucas groaned, "Don't leave me like this, Ava." I hissed, "Are you out of your mind? " His erection stood there, bold in the open air, while I looked away, pretending nothing was happening. He grabbed my hand again, guiding it back. I stroked faster, feeling his body tense. Soon, I felt the warm rush of his release on my hand. I wiped it on my sweatshirt pocket, stood, and hurried inside. I slid into bed next to my boyfriend, my pulse hammering. The next morning, we acted like nothing happened. It was overcast, so we left after brunch. Lucas barely glanced at me, which eased my nerves. Back to normal life, I thought the beach house was a one-off until Lucas texted me, starting casual but quickly bringing up that night. He didn't beat around the bush, and I didn't dodge. "You said we'd meet up back in town - when's that? " "Lucas, it's too risky - let's just forget it." He pressed, then said, "Tomorrow night, Mia's got a friend's engagement party. You free? " I was - no work, no plans. I caved. "Tomorrow, 7 p.m., meet me at the park by the pier." The day crawled. At work, I was distracted, replaying what might happen. I told my boyfriend I was meeting college friends to prep for a nonexistent summer class. He didn't question it. At the park, I stayed in my car, nerves on edge. Lucas saw me, got it, and climbed in. I was direct. "Lucas, we go to a motel, do this, and never speak of it again." He nodded, a glint in his eye. I drove to a motel I'd been to before, not far away. In the car, Lucas's hand found my thigh, sliding under my dress, his fingers teasing my skin as I gripped the wheel, my breath catching. We barely closed the motel room door before we were on each other, clothes flying off. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, our tongues tangling as we stumbled toward the bed. I tugged his jeans down, and when his erection sprang free, it looked less impressive than it felt that night, but I didn't care. I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting him as he groaned, his hands in my hair. He started talking, low and rough. "God, Ava, you little tease - how many guys have you driven crazy like this? Everyone wants a piece of you." His words lit me up, my body responding as I worked him, lips and tongue moving deliberately. After a few minutes, he pulled me up, stripping off my dress and bra. He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth on my chest, sucking and biting gently. My breasts weren't big back then, but he devoured them, his tongue circling as his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers moved expertly, slick with my arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. I arched into him, gasping, as he worked me until I was trembling. I handed him a condom, and he rolled it on. I climbed on top, guiding him inside me, feeling him fill me completely. The thought that this was Mia's boyfriend sent a twisted thrill through me, heightening every sensation. My boyfriend didn't cross my mind - this was about Lucas and me. I rode him, slow at first, then faster, my hands on his chest, his hips meeting mine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm, his groans mixing with my moans. We switched positions, him behind me, then me on my back, legs wrapped around him. When I sensed he was close, I told him to lose the condom and finish on my chest. I took him in my hand, stroking fast, feeling him pulse as he spilled across my skin, warm and messy. We collapsed, catching our breath, and talked like it was nothing. After a bit, Lucas started touching me again, his fingers trailing over my body. Soon, I was back at it, taking him in my mouth until he was hard again. He grabbed another condom, and with me on all fours, he entered me, deep and steady. His hand teased my backside, a finger circling as he whispered that my boyfriend had bragged about me being open to it. I knew Mia wasn't into that, though she'd tried it with Lucas early on. He tested the waters, but when I tensed, he focused elsewhere, thrusting harder until he pulled out, finishing on my lower back, warm streaks hitting my skin. We lay there, talking about what we'd done. I was firm - this was a one-time thing. But Lucas pushed back. "Ava, we both know this isn't over." It was late, so we dressed and left. I dropped him at his car and went home. For nearly a year, we carried on in secret, behind Mia and my boyfriend's backs. I'd hang with Mia, then make an excuse to leave, meeting Lucas at his place, a motel, or in my car, depending on how much time we had. With my boyfriend, I'd do the same - dinner, a movie, maybe a quick hookup, then I'd say I had to study early. I'd meet Lucas before going home. Other times, I'd claim I was out with work friends. At our peak, we were hooking up two or three times a week, sometimes for just 20 minutes. Once, I went to a motel with my boyfriend, left, and came back an hour later with Lucas. The clerk gave me a knowing look. Months later, I broke up with my boyfriend and started seeing someone from work. Soon after, Mia and Lucas split too, and I phased Lucas out. He tried to keep it going, but without the secrecy, the thrill was gone. The forbidden was what fueled me. Mia and I drifted apart over time. She moved across the country, and we text occasionally, but I haven't seen her in years.

I've shared plenty of my intimate escapades, often with partners I've connected with multiple times, savoring every second. This time, though, I'm diving into a one-off encounter - a fleeting, electric moment with someone I never saw again. But let me be clear: this was someone I'd known for years, someone who'd always sparked something in me. That evening, I checked in with my partner before heading out to a rooftop lounge. We have this mutual understanding - it's not about asking permission but ensuring we're on the same page and know each other's whereabouts in case of emergencies. So, I met up with my girlfriends at the lounge, ready for a night of fun. It was live music night, with a band playing soulful covers, perfect for losing ourselves in the rhythm and lyrics. My friends and I ordered cocktails - mojitos and martinis flowing freely. A group of guys approached, offering to buy us drinks. We didn't know them, so we politely declined. As the night wore on, more drinks in hand, they sent over a bottle of prosecco as a gesture. We sent it back, keeping our vibe tight. One of the guys seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him through the haze of music and laughter. Around 1 a.m., the lounge started winding down, so we decided to hit a nearby dance club just a short walk away. The club was buzzing, and it seemed half the lounge crowd had the same idea. We danced, laughed, and sipped more drinks, completely caught up in the moment. The DJ gave a shout-out to our table, which made us cheer wildly. During a break, the DJ sauntered over - and I recognized him instantly. His name was Marcus, a former colleague from my old marketing gig. Marcus was striking - a bit husky, not too tall, with warm brown eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged charm. I'd always found him attractive back in the day, despite his stocky build. We got to chatting, and he mentioned he liked to invite women to join him on the DJ platform to keep the energy high. He called up a few other groups, then us. My friends and I climbed up, moving to the beat. The chemistry between Marcus and me was palpable - our playful glances and synchronized moves had my heart racing and my body tingling. The cocktails and pulsing music had me burning with anticipation. We stepped down after a bit - rules are rules - and kept dancing below. The guys from the lounge reappeared, sitting nearby, their eyes locked on us. We ignored them, lost in our own world. My partner called to check in, and I assured him I was fine, promising to be home later. We hung up. One of the lounge guys approached me. He looked familiar, but in my buzzed state, I couldn't pin it down. He wore a navy blazer, was tall and wiry, with a faint scar above his eyebrow. He asked me to dance, and I agreed. After a couple of songs, we parted ways, returning to our tables. Marcus kept sending shout-outs our way, and our eyes kept meeting, each glance stoking the fire inside me. My imagination was running wild, and I was already so turned on. The guy in the blazer asked me to dance again, and we did, our bodies close but not too close. By 4 a.m., the club announced they'd close unless tables ordered at least $250 worth of drinks to extend the night. We pooled our cash, and more cocktails arrived. One of my friends, Lily, was practically asleep at the table, while the rest of us kept the party going. The blazer guy came over again, saying he'd reserved a private lounge area and invited me to "chat." I knew it wasn't just about talking, but curiosity - and a spark of excitement - led me to grab my clutch and follow. In the dimly lit lounge, he introduced himself as Nathan, but his friends called him "Stretch." Then he hit me with a shocker - he was my partner's cousin! Yes, you heard that right. He explained he was the son of my partner's aunt's cousin, and we'd met at our engagement party and a few family barbecues. I was stunned. He confessed he'd always found me attractive and leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, saying I didn't want any drama. He respected that, offering to walk me out later. I said I'd stick around a bit. We left the lounge, and, true to his word, we only talked - nothing more. Still, the forbidden thrill of it all had me aching with desire, though I knew I couldn't act on it without risking trouble. The club was nearly empty by then, with only a few stragglers left. We decided to head out. As we were leaving, Marcus gave us another shout-out and queued up a final track. He jogged over, asking us to wait so he could drive us home after his set. Lily was out cold, Ava was ready to leave, and Zoe had an early shift, so we couldn't wait long. Marcus insisted on driving us, and we agreed. Stretch watched as I climbed into Marcus's SUV with my friends. We dropped my friends off one by one. I was the most sober - or so I thought, especially after the cousin revelation snapped me out of my haze. After the last drop-off, Marcus said he'd forgotten his hoodie at the club and asked if I'd come with him to grab it. I agreed, enjoying his company and, let's be honest, drawn to his rugged charm. He parked, then invited me inside for a quick drink. The club was deserted - just us, the neon lights casting a soft glow. He poured me a bourbon, and we talked, the air thick with tension. It was nearly 6 a.m., and I said I had to go, thanking him for the great conversation. He asked if I was sure, then closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips firm and warm. It was the moment I'd been craving, but I played it coy, murmuring, "I'm taken." He smirked, saying he knew - he'd seen my partner drop me off at work before and didn't care. His hands roamed my body, urgent and hungry, squeezing my curves as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hand over his jeans, feeling him harden under my touch. He peeled off his shirt and pants, revealing his stocky frame, and I followed, stripping down to my lace bra and panties. Our kisses grew frantic, tongues dancing, as I pressed myself against him. I climbed onto the bar, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He grabbed an ice cube, slipping it between his lips, and knelt between my legs. The icy chill against my most sensitive spot sent shivers through me as his tongue swirled, the cold melting into warmth. His fingers teased my entrance, sliding in just enough to make me gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - the ice, his lips, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm, drawing soft moans from me as I gripped the edge of the bar. Then it was my turn. I slid his boxers down, and - holy hell - his member was short but impossibly thick, like nothing I'd ever seen. The tip was small, almost delicate, but the shaft was a challenge, broad and heavy. I started slowly, my lips wrapping around the head, tasting him as I worked my way down. It was intimidating, but I took my time, savoring the way he groaned. He guided my head, urging me deeper, and I obliged, my jaw stretching to accommodate him. My tongue swirled along the underside, and I felt him pulse, his grip tightening in my hair. I kept going, even as my jaw ached, lost in the intensity of pleasing him. I pulled back, breathless, and he asked if I was enjoying it. I nodded, my voice husky as I said, "Hell yes." He positioned himself between my breasts, and I pressed them together, letting him move against me. The friction was electric, his groans fueling my own desire. He asked if I had protection, and I dug two condoms from my clutch. To my shock, the first wouldn't fit - too tight for his girth. We tried the second, stretching it carefully until it just barely worked. I leaned against the bar, one leg propped on a stool, my body open to him. He positioned himself behind me, easing in slowly. The stretch was intense, a mix of sharp pleasure and a hint of pain, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. But the angle wasn't quite right - he couldn't go as deep as I craved. I guided him to the floor, laying him on the pile of discarded clothes. Straddling him, still in my stilettos, I took control, guiding his thick length into me inch by inch. My hands braced on his chest, I moved, slow at first, then faster, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, then my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him, the sensation sending sparks through me. It was incredible, but my heels were killing me, and I needed more. I shifted, leaning against the bar again, urging him to take me. We tried, but the angle still wasn't perfect. I dropped to my knees on the floor, arching my back in my favorite position - on all fours, ready for him. He knelt behind me, sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness opening me up as he moved, his hands gripping my hips. He tugged my hair gently, a light spank landing on my skin, and I moaned, begging for more. The rhythm built, our bodies syncing, but his length kept him from hitting that deepest spot I craved. I rocked back against him, matching his thrusts, determined to feel every inch. We went at it for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of it. I shifted again, lying on the clothes, legs spread wide. He teased me with his fingers, circling my clit with slick precision, making me writhe. I begged for him, and he obliged, lifting my legs to his shoulders and sliding in. His fingers kept working my clit as he thrust, slow and deep, then faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my nails digging into his back. His pace quickened, sweat beading on his brow, his face flushed as he moved harder, faster. My moans filled the empty club, mingling with the faint hum of the neon lights. He hit his peak, his body shuddering as he groaned, collapsing against me. He'd finished, but I was still on edge, my body humming with unspent desire. He lay beside me, catching his breath. I excused myself to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. When I returned, we were both dressed, my stilettos back on. He drove me home, the silence between us comfortable but charged. He mentioned he worked weekends at the club and invited me back. I smiled, saying I'd had fun but hadn't quite gotten there. He promised a next time. I never returned while he was DJing, though. At home, my partner was fast asleep. Still buzzing, I needed release. I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up, and grabbed my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I pictured Marcus - his hands, his mouth, that impossible thickness - and let the toy work its magic. My fingers circled my clit, the vibrations pushing me higher until I shattered, my body trembling as I finally found my release. Exhausted, I showered, made coffee, and started the day. My partner didn't seem to notice when I'd gotten home - or so I believe.

I'd been working at the electronics store for over two years when my coworker, Mia, celebrated her birthday. Our manager, Lucas, who lived alone in a sleek downtown loft, offered to host the party. A few months earlier, I'd had a wild night at the storage unit after hours, fulfilling part of my boyfriend Noah's fantasy of watching me with multiple guys. Since then, Noah and his friend Jace had been hooking up with me whenever the mood struck. It was about four months after the company's Halloween rager, where my two supervisors, Gavin and Seth, had taken me after the party. We all planned to head to Lucas's place for Mia's bash. It was a spontaneous thing, so most of us were still in our black-and-red store uniforms. We left work at 7: 30 PM and carpooled to the party. The loft was buzzing with music, drinks, and laughter. By 1 AM, Noah texted to check on me, and I giggled, slurring, "I'm fine, babe - be home soon." My coworkers overheard and, sensing I was about to bounce, poured me a few more shots of bourbon. We were all pretty tipsy, and the other women had trickled out, leaving just me and Mia, the birthday girl. Mia was a bit younger, short, with thick curves and a round ass that the guys always noticed. I'm petite too, but leaner, with a tight frame that seemed to draw stares. Our uniforms - black slacks and red polos - were snug. My pants clung to my hips, accentuating every curve, and my polo hugged my chest, hinting at my perky breasts. That night, Lucas and Gavin, the supervisors who'd already had me, plus four other coworkers, kept tossing flirty comments my way. When I said I'd leave but wanted to dance with everyone first, their eyes lit up. At work, I'm all professionalism-nobody suspects my secret hookups with the bosses or that I've been with multiple guys. So, when I let my guard down, it was like flipping a switch, and they were all in. One coworker, Tyler, called out, "Don't leave, Ava, you're keeping the party alive! " The energy got electric, and another guy, Nate, said, "Damn, your tits look amazing in that shirt." The bourbon had me bold, so I smirked and teased, "Oh, you think so? " He grinned, saying, "Hell yeah, they're perfect." Someone yelled a dumb viral phrase, "Tits for the team! " and I laughed, my fingers drifting to my polo. I popped open the buttons, letting my breasts spill free, and gave them a playful shake. Gavin, the supervisor who often drives me home, stepped up first, his hands grazing my chest as he leaned in and whispered, "We're all gonna fuck you tonight, Ava." The words sent a jolt through me, memories of the storage unit flooding back. I met his gaze, smirking, and said, "Big talk - let's see." Turning to the others, I purred, "What, you guys don't want in? I've got plenty to go around." There were seven guys, but one was Mia's fling, and they'd slipped off, probably to a hotel. That left six, their eyes burning with lust. They taunted, "You think you can take us all? " I licked my lips, scanning them, and said, "Guess we'll find out - what do you think? " They didn't know how wild I could be. Hands reached for me, tugging at my clothes. I stood in the center, my fingers brushing their bulges, and one by one, they unzipped, their hard cocks springing free. I wrapped my hands around them, stroking slowly. It had been over two years since that insane night at the storage unit. Seeing six throbbing dicks, all for me, sent heat pooling between my thighs. I dropped to my knees, taking Tyler's cock first, my tongue swirling around the tip before I sucked him deep, my lips stretching as I bobbed. Hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples. Someone - Nate, I think-slid fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them just right, making me moan around the cock in my mouth. I moved to the next, Lucas's thick shaft, slurping eagerly while the others stroked themselves, watching. Lucas and Gavin, flexing their supervisor status, claimed me first. Lucas sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking onto his cock, gasping as he filled my tight pussy. My hips rocked, grinding slow and deep, each thrust sending sparks through me. I turned to Gavin, my voice husky, and said, "You too - get in my ass." His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, moving behind me. I leaned forward, still riding Lucas, and felt Gavin's slick tip 2D or 3D. Gavin spit on his cock, rubbing it against my asshole. I stilled, letting him ease in, inch by inch, stretching me until I was impossibly full. The others watched, jaws dropped, as I took both cocks at once. One guy, Dylan, muttered, "Holy shit, this is like a fucking porno." With Lucas in my pussy and Gavin in my ass, I started moving, my body finding a rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming - two thick cocks sliding in and out, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. I moaned like a bitch in heat, my voice raw, "Fuck, you assholes - I'm your slut, use me! " That set them off. They pounded me, Lucas gripping my hips, Gavin's hands digging into my waist. My tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached out, grabbing Nate's cock, jerking him off while I rode. The others crowded closer, their hands everywhere-tugging my hair, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples until I screamed. The guys took turns, swapping places. Tyler and Nate went next, flipping me onto my back on the couch. Tyler slid into my pussy, his thrusts deep and relentless, while Nate pushed into my ass, slower but just as hard. My body shook, stretched to its limits, but I loved it. I reached for Dylan, sucking his cock, my tongue flicking the underside as he groaned. The others stroked themselves, waiting their turn. My pussy clenched around Tyler as I came, a shuddering orgasm that left me gasping, but they didn't stop. Nate's thrusts grew erratic, and he pulled out, shooting hot cum across my ass. Tyler followed, filling my pussy, his groans mixing with my whimpers. The last two, Jake and Sam, wanted their shot. They positioned me on all fours, Jake in my pussy, Sam in my ass. Jake was rough, slamming into me so hard my body jolted forward with each thrust, my clit grinding against his pelvis. Sam matched him, his cock stretching my already sore ass, but the pain melted into pleasure. I was lost, a moaning, writhing mess, my body theirs. Dylan stepped up, shoving his cock in my mouth, and I sucked greedily, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. My fourth orgasm hit, my pussy and ass clenching around them, and they lost it. Jake came hard, flooding my pussy, while Sam pulled out, spraying my back. Dylan finished in my mouth, and I swallowed, licking my lips as I collapsed. I was a mess, cum dripping from my pussy, ass, and chin, my body trembling. They'd done everything they'd probably jerked off to while ringing up customers beside me. They never dreamed they'd all fuck me together. I lay there, spent, on Lucas's couch, their cum pooling beneath me. After a bit, I mumbled I had to go. It was nearly 3: 30 AM. Gavin, who lives nearby, offered to drive me. In the car, he grinned and said, "Ava, you're a fucking legend - we need this again." I smirked, wiping smudged lipstick from my face, and said, "Keep your mouths shut - and I'll be your party slut whenever you want." Noah was passed out when I got home, oblivious to the state I was in. A couple of days later, he asked about the party. I showed him a blurry photo Lucas snapped-my polo unbuttoned, tits out, grinning like a fiend. Noah went feral, fucking me hard as I whispered how I'd been their whore. Now, at every work event, I go solo. Lucas and Gavin can't get enough of my wild side, and after most parties, they whisk me to their place or a cheap motel. I text Noah I'll be late, then spill every detail later, showing him the photos or grainy videos they take. I'm their slut-bosses, coworkers, all of them - and I fucking love it.

In the heart of Illinois, where the summers are as hot as they are humid, I found myself at the tender age of 18, on the cusp of womanhood, yet still a naive young girl. The annual fair and festivals were in full swing, and my cousin Jake, a strapping 20-year-old from a small town 80 kilometers away, had come to stay with us. The festivals were drawing to a close, and the excitement of the past days had left us weary. It was a sweltering August afternoon, the kind of heat that clings to your skin, and we found ourselves at a loss for what to do. We had just woken from a short nap, a brief respite from the late nights and early mornings, and were lounging on a wooden bench in the coolest part of the porch. In an attempt to shake off the boredom, I suggested to Jake that we take my father's old Harley and ride out to Green Meadow, a farm located 28 kilometers away. He agreed enthusiastically, and we set off, the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs. I rode on the back of the motorcycle, my arms wrapped tightly around Jake's waist. As we left the city behind and hit the open road, I pressed myself closer to him, my breasts pushing against his back. I could feel the heat and hardness of his body, and it sent a thrill through me. I let my hands wander, slipping them beneath his waistband to feel the growing bulge in his pants. After half an hour of riding, we arrived at Green Meadow. It was a beautiful place, with towering sycamores and fir trees lining the paths. There was a well and a fountain, the water rich with iron from the soil, and at the end of the site, a simple chapel dedicated to the Virgin of Consolation. We found a secluded spot behind a hedge, the grass soft and cool beneath us. Jake told me how beautiful I looked, how desirable, and how much he wanted to make love to me. I confessed that I wanted the same, and we began to explore each other's bodies with tentative touches and playful pinches. There was no one around, and we were free to indulge in our desires. I kissed Jake passionately, and he responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming over my body. He unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra, his mouth finding my nipples and sucking them gently. I moaned in pleasure, my body aching with need. Jake asked me to lie back on the grass, and he knelt between my legs. He spread them wide, his eyes drinking in the sight of my wet and glistening pussy. He lowered his head and began to lick and suck at my clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as he continued to lick and suck at my clit. I could feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, I exploded in a shower of sparks and stars. Jake didn't give me time to recover. He stood up and quickly shed his clothes, his cock standing proud and hard. He knelt back down between my legs and guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out as he fucked me with a desperate urgency. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, urging him on. He reached between us and began to rub my clit, the dual sensations sending me over the edge once again. As I came, I felt Jake's cock swell and pulse inside me, his hot cum filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding. After a brief rest, Jake asked me to suck his cock. I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed up and down. He groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in my hair. I could taste his cum, salty and musky, and it only served to turn me on even more. I reached down and began to rub my clit, my fingers moving in time with my mouth. I could feel another orgasm building, and I knew that I wanted Jake to fuck me again. I released his cock from my mouth and looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire. "Fuck me, Jake, " I begged. "I want you inside me again." He didn't need to be told twice. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, and I cried out in pleasure. He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out as he fucked me from behind. I reached down and began to rub my clit, the dual sensations sending me over the edge once again. As I came, I felt Jake's cock swell and pulse inside me, his hot cum filling me up for the second time that day. We collapsed onto the grass, our bodies spent and sated. We lay there for a few moments, our breath slowly returning to normal. As we dressed and prepared to head back home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the day's events. It had been a day of firsts, of exploration and discovery, and I knew that I would never forget it. When we arrived home, my parents asked us what we had been doing. I told them that we had gone to see the chapel and had spent some time enjoying the cool grass of Green Meadow. My mother smiled and said, "That's how I like it, daughter! Enjoy nature! " I couldn't help but smile back, knowing that I had done just that. I had enjoyed nature, and I had enjoyed Jake, and it had been a day that I would never forget.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a sensual ritual designed for unrestrained pleasure. I could feel how much you were reveling in the moment, your breath hitching as you explored me with your lips, your body quaking with delight just from the taste. It was an exquisite, almost magical sensation - the way your mouth alone ignited a spark, sending a shudder through you without even needing more. Your eager, deliberate attention, savoring every inch, triggered a rush so intense it left you trembling, and when my fingers slipped inside, finding that perfect, sensitive spot, you erupted in a radiant, soul-shaking climax, your gasps echoing in the dim light. Your thighs clenched around my hand, your body writhing as I teased your chest, my lips tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin, tugging gently with just the right pressure. The intensity of your grip was almost painful, your muscles tightening around my fingers as you surrendered to the dual sensations of my touch inside you and the heat of my kisses. You arched, moaning, your voice a raw melody of pleasure, every nerve alight as you lost yourself in the overwhelming bliss. Then, I entered you - thick, unyielding, pulsing with a desperate hunger, craving the way your warmth enveloped me. Your lips parted in a soft plea to shift, to feel me from a new angle, and you moved with a grace that stole my breath, positioning yourself on all fours, your curves an invitation I couldn't resist. The sight of you - open, vulnerable, your body glistening with anticipation - was a vision of pure desire. I pressed forward, sinking into you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch as I filled you completely. Your body responded instantly, a low, guttural moan escaping you as waves of pleasure coursed through you, your hips rocking back to meet me, eager and unashamed. The heat between us was electric, your skin flushed, the rhythm of our bodies a perfect, primal dance. I moved deeper, wanting to lose myself in you, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust with a steady, unrelenting pace. The soft collision of our bodies sent sparks through me, your slickness coating us both as you pushed back, urging me on. The tension built, a delicious pressure coiling inside you, and I could feel it - the way your muscles tightened, the way your breaths turned to cries, sharp and desperate. You were teetering on the edge, and I was right there with you, my own release looming. When I whispered a warning, your voice broke through the haze, urging me to let go. The moment I did, it was cataclysmic - a hot, overwhelming surge that flooded you, triggering your own climax, a fierce, uncontrollable wave that left you shaking, your cries filling the room. Our combined release spilled over, a messy, glorious testament to the intensity, as you gasped my name, claiming me in that raw, untamed moment. Another pulse hit you, your body convulsing, drawing out every last shudder until you were spent. You collapsed, your body still humming with aftershocks, the sensation of me lingering inside you like a fading melody. I slipped away to clean up, my legs unsteady, the evidence of our passion still warm and vivid. You lay there, panting, your skin damp as you wiped away the remnants, pulling a sheet over yourself as the high began to ebb, though the glow of satisfaction pulsed faintly in your core. Reality seeped back in, cold and grounding. You were in a hotel room with a man who'd just unraveled you completely, a stranger who'd mastered your body in ways that left you dizzy. He was an artist of pleasure, making you lose track of how many times you'd shattered in his hands, each peak more intense than the last. Your legs trembled, weak from the marathon, your throat parched from the exertion, yet your body sang with contentment. You could've gone again, pushed further into that blissful abyss, but he was done - his energy spent, his body soft and sated after pouring himself into you twice, leaving you awash in warmth and ecstasy. Your mind was a blissful blank, tethered only to the man beside you, the architect of this euphoric haze. A flicker of frustration crossed your thoughts - why was this so rare, a stolen moment once or twice a month when your body craved it constantly? You murmured a goodbye, your legs barely cooperating as you staggered to your ride. You paid, stepped out, and made it home, collapsing onto your bed after a quick gulp of water to ease the dryness in your throat. Sleep claimed you swiftly, deep and unbroken, your body wrapped in the lingering warmth of satisfaction. Tomorrow would dawn, a new day, but this feeling - this radiant, all-consuming bliss - would sustain you, at least until your body demanded more.

I've always wanted to write down a story, and two weeks ago, something wild happened that gave me one worth sharing. This is my first shot at it, so bear with me. I'm Jake, 28, married, standing at 5'10" with a solid build - not a gym rat, but my years of rowing have left me with a strong back and shoulders. My hair's dark blonde, my arms are decent, not ripped but not skinny, and my legs are sturdy from years of sports. I've got a firm backside, or so I'm told. Here's what went down two weeks ago. My wife, Chloe, is average height, with generous, heavy breasts and a thick, curvy lower half - her hips and ass are a showstopper, perfectly matched by her toned thighs. She's eight months pregnant, so her mom, Margaret, came to stay with us to help out around the house, giving Chloe a break while I'm at work. Chloe still heads to her office job a few days a week. Margaret, 59, is short, maybe 5'2", with an even fuller figure - her backside is rounder than Chloe's, her breasts larger but softened by age, carrying a natural weight. Margaret had been with us for four days. I work the graveyard shift, so I only catch her when I drag myself home at dawn or after I wake up in the late afternoon. On the fourth day, Chloe had already left for work when I got back, leaving just Margaret at the house. She was in the shower when I walked in. I trudged to our bedroom, tapped on the bathroom door, and called out. Morning, ma'am, I'm home, - I said, sticking with "ma'am" like I always have, even now that she's my mother-in-law. Hey, good to know, hon! I'll be out in a sec to whip up some breakfast, - she replied, her voice warm. No need, I'm probably just gonna crash, - I said, exhausted. No way, you're eating first. Hang tight, - she shot back. I slumped on the bed, waiting maybe five minutes. When she stepped out, she came over, planted a quick kiss on my forehead, and headed downstairs to cook - still wrapped in a short bathrobe that hugged her curves but covered everything. I followed, plopping down at the dining table. Then I heard a clatter - a fork hitting the floor. I'll get it, ma'am, so you don't have to bend over, - I offered, but the words caught in my throat. Margaret had already squatted to grab it, her robe riding up, baring her full, rounded backside. The sight was unreal, her curves even more pronounced in that position. She stood, the robe still hitched above her hips, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Got it, no worries, - she said, turning. She caught me staring, flushed red, and tugged the robe down. - Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm mortified. It's all good, ma'am, don't sweat it. We're family. It's not like some random guy saw, - I said, trying to sound casual. She plated up breakfast, and we talked about my night at work. I thanked her and headed upstairs to sleep, but that image - her bare, voluptuous form - was burned into my brain. It stirred something primal. Trying to unwind, I started touching myself, scrolling through some steamy online stories. Midway through, a twisted idea hit: what if Margaret walked in? I left the bedroom door half-open, stripped naked, and lay on the bed's edge, fully exposed to the hallway. I stroked slowly, deliberately, waiting for her to come up. When I heard her steps on the stairs, I let my eyes flutter shut, peeking just enough to see. Margaret stopped at the door, her gaze locked on me. She started to move toward her room but doubled back, standing still, watching. I expected her to do something bold - maybe touch herself or step inside, like in those fantasy videos - but she just stared, expression unreadable. I picked up the pace, letting the thrill carry me, and finished with a shudder, my release spilling across my chest. I opened my eyes as she slipped into her room, leaving the door ajar. Seizing the moment, I stood, still naked, and walked to the bathroom for tissues, acting shocked when I "saw" her. Ma'am, crap, I'm sorry! I thought you were still downstairs, - I said, covering my groin with my hands. She looked rattled but said, - It's fine, Jake, really. This is your house. You do you. Still, my bad, - I said, playing it up. - While I'm here, got any wet wipes? I, uh, made a mess. - I knew she had some in her room. Yeah, let me grab 'em, - she said, starting to move. No, I'll get them, - I cut in, dropping my hands to reveal my semi-erect length. I stepped to her nightstand, grabbed the wipes, and started cleaning myself right there, my pulse hammering. I was nervous as hell but too deep to back out. Can I ask you something, ma'am? - I said, voice low. She didn't look away, her eyes flicking over me. - Sure, hon, anything. Did you like what you saw back there? - I asked, point-blank. She froze, cheeks flaming, struggling to respond. It's okay, you can tell me. We're tight. This stays between us, - I said, stepping closer. I... God, it's been forever since I felt that kind of rush, - she admitted, voice shaky. - My husband hasn't been able to... you know, in years. We gave up. But seeing you, my heart was pounding. My body lit up. I wanted to... to come closer, to touch you while you were there, eyes shut. But it's wrong, Jake. You're my son-in-law. Chill, no one's gonna know, - I said, voice steady. - Let me make you feel alive again. I rested my hand on her head, gently guiding her toward me. She hesitated, eyes wide. This is so messed up. If Chloe finds out, she'll despise me. You'll split up, - she said, almost pleading. She won't. Just do what you wanted to do back there, - I urged, firm but soft. She leaned forward, taking me into her mouth, her lips warm and tentative, no hands. Within moments, I was fully hard - about 7 inches, thick and heavy. She struggled at first, adjusting to my size. It's too much, I can't take it all, - she gasped, pulling back slightly, her breath ragged. Just keep going, ma'am, you've got this, - I said, my hand lightly pressing her head. - Don't stop. Stop calling me ma'am, - she said, voice husky. - Call me Mama. It... it gets me going, hearing you say it while I'm doing this to my daughter's man. Alright, Mama, keep sucking. I want all of you, - I said, my own voice catching. I pulled her up from the chair and set her on her knees. She dove back in, reaching for me, but I guided her hands to my hips instead. She gripped me, pulling me deeper, gagging as I hit the back of her throat, her saliva coating me. Damn, Mama, you're a pro. Bet you were a firecracker back in the day. Now you're gonna be my firecracker, - I said, half-growling. I helped her stand and told her to strip. She peeled off her robe, revealing heavy, sagging breasts with wide, dark areolas and a soft, curved body. I laid her on the bed, latching onto her nipples, sucking hard until she moaned, her hands clutching my hair. I moved lower, kissing her smooth, freshly shaved skin, her scent musky and intoxicating. My tongue explored her folds, teasing her clit, and she writhed, already soaked. Oh, God, don't stop, - she begged, voice desperate. - My husband never did this. I've craved it forever. Keep going, please, deeper. I worked her with my tongue, flicking and sucking until her thighs clamped around my head. She came hard, a gush of release soaking my chin - something Chloe's too reserved to let loose. Put it in, now, Jake! - she demanded, her voice raw. Anything for Mama, - I said, sliding into her in missionary, slow at first, her warmth gripping me. I sucked her breasts, biting gently as I thrust deeper. Then I flipped her over. - Let's do it like Chloe's favorite - doggy. She got on all fours, her full ass high. I kissed her curves, teasing her tight ring with my tongue until she squirmed, begging. I entered her again, gripping her hips, each thrust making her moan louder, her body shaking. Yes, Jake, I get why Chloe picked you, - she panted, five years my senior. - Show me everything you do to her... and what you haven't. Her words were like fuel. Alright, Mama, you're mine now. I'm gonna do whatever I want, but first, you're giving me something extra, - I said, lying back. - Sit that perfect ass you flashed at breakfast on my face. That's what I'm craving. She straddled my face, her weight settling over me. I devoured her, my tongue alternating between her slick folds and her puckered ring as she ground against me, her moans muffled by her thighs. After a while, I put her back on her knees, thrusting deep, my hands digging into her hips. I spat on her back entrance, easing my thumb in, pumping fast. She didn't flinch - she arched back, moaning louder, urging me on. I pulled out, lined up, and slid into her ass, something I'd never done with Chloe. The tightness was unreal, her gasps turning to cries of pleasure. I thrust until I couldn't hold back, finishing inside, my release spilling out as I pulled away. I caught it with my fingers, bringing them to her lips. Eat it all, Mama, - I said, voice low. She did, her eyes locked on mine. I cleaned up with the wipes, showered, and collapsed into bed. It's been over a week, and three more times when Chloe's been at work, I've hooked up with Margaret, each encounter pushing the boundaries further.

When I moved to Seattle for grad school, I stayed with my older brother, who lived with his wife, Lily, in a cozy Craftsman house near the university. Lily was magnetic - her laugh could light up a room, and she had this effortless grace, with curves that seemed sculpted to distract. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but it was the way she moved, hips swaying just so, that made it hard to look away. One rainy night, I woke to strange sounds echoing through the house. Barefoot, I padded down the hall, drawn to a faint glow spilling from my brother's bedroom. The door was cracked open, and curiosity got the better of me. I peered inside, my breath catching. A dim lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows over Lily, who was on all fours, her body rocking as my brother moved behind her, their rhythm primal and intense. Her soft moans filled the air, each one syncing with his thrusts. My heart pounded, and I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away. Heat surged through me, and my hand instinctively wandered, mirroring the intensity before me. Then my brother's hand met her skin with a sharp smack, and he let out a low growl, his body shuddering. Lily shifted, turning to take him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. For a fleeting moment, her gaze flicked toward the door - I ducked back, pulse racing, unsure if I'd been caught. The next morning, Lily brought me coffee at dawn, her usual routine. I was still groggy, no classes until the afternoon since my seminar didn't start until 3 p.m. Around 9 a.m., she returned with another mug, this time wearing a silk robe that clung to her like a second skin, sheer enough to reveal every curve. She slid onto my bed, nudging me over, and said, "So, last night - did you like what you saw? " I played it cool. "What do you mean? " She leaned closer, her voice teasing. "Don't pretend. I caught you watching us - me and your brother." "I was out cold all night, " I said, dodging. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Sure you were. I saw you when I turned to... finish him off." I gave in, my guard dropping. "Alright, fine. It was hot - the way you moved, the way you took him." Her eyes gleamed, and she shifted, her back to me now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her. She'd climbed into my bed before, but it was always casual, platonic - until now. Emboldened, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against me so she could feel my arousal. My lips found her neck, tracing soft kisses along her skin, then grazing her earlobe with my teeth. She pressed back, her hips rolling subtly, urging me on. I kissed lower, along her spine, then back up, whispering against her ear as her breath hitched. She turned to face me, and our eyes locked - then our mouths crashed together, tongues dancing in a hungry, desperate tangle. The kiss deepened, all heat and need, as I slid a finger between her lips. She sucked it slowly, her gaze never wavering, and I moved to her chest, kissing one breast, then the other, teasing her nipples with gentle flicks of my tongue. I wet two fingers in my mouth, then trailed them down, slipping them inside her warmth. She gasped, her body arching as I moved slowly, exploring her depths with a steady rhythm, feeling her tighten around me. Our kisses grew frantic, and I slid lower, my lips brushing her stomach, pausing to swirl my tongue in her navel. When I reached her core, I inhaled her scent - musky, intoxicating - and let my tongue glide over her, tasting her sweetness. I teased her folds, then plunged deeper, my tongue stroking inside her as my fingers resumed their slow, deliberate dance. I found her clit, circling it with soft licks before sucking gently, increasing the pressure as her hips bucked. My fingers moved faster now, curling just right, and her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets as she fought to stay quiet. Her body tensed, trembling, and with a stifled cry - "Oh, god" - she came, her release warm and abundant. I savored it, lapping gently, letting the taste linger on my tongue. Climbing back to her mouth, I kissed her deeply, sharing her essence as our tongues intertwined. "Taste how good you are, " I murmured, and she moaned into the kiss, pulling me closer. "Now, " she whispered, her voice raw with want. I positioned myself, my arousal throbbing, and entered her slowly, savoring the way she enveloped me, tight and warm. Each inch was deliberate, her breath hitching as I filled her. We found a rhythm - deep, unhurried thrusts, my hands gripping her hips as she met me move for move. "Harder, " she urged, her nails digging into my back. I obliged, driving deeper, the bed creaking beneath us as our pace quickened. Her moans became pleas - "Yes, like that, don't stop" - and after what felt like an eternity of building heat, we shattered together. Her walls pulsed around me as I spilled into her, wave after wave, our bodies trembling in unison. I stayed inside her, softening, until she shifted, her lips wrapping around me, drawing out every last shudder with slow, deliberate sucks. She lingered, teasing with her tongue until I was spent, then curled against me. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair, and we drifted into a hazy sleep, tangled in each other. I woke an hour later, her body still pressed to mine, her skin slick from our earlier passion. My hands roamed, tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs, finding the warmth between them still glistening. I teased her there, then slid lower, my fingers circling her tightest entrance, slick with our mingled fluids. She stirred, a soft moan escaping as I eased one finger inside, then two, moving slowly to relax her. I kissed her neck, her spine, murmuring, "I want this - I want all of you." She didn't pull away. I took my time, stretching her gently, my lips never leaving her skin - her ear, her shoulder, the small of her back. When she was ready, I positioned her on her knees, her body open to me. I pressed myself against her, easing forward with care, the tight resistance giving way as I entered her, inch by slow inch. She gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I paused, whispering, "Breathe, let me in." I held still, letting her adjust, until she rocked back against me, urging me deeper. I moved then, slow at first, each thrust measured, feeling her stretch around me. "More, " she panted, and I gave it to her - harder, deeper, my hands gripping her hips as I set a relentless pace. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness gripping me as I plunged in, pulling nearly out before driving back, the rhythm building to a fever pitch. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her voice raw - "Yes, break me, give it all to me." I lost myself in her, spanking her lightly, tugging her hair to pull her into a messy, hungry kiss as our bodies slammed together. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing, and I followed, releasing deep inside her with forceful pulses, filling her until we collapsed, breathless. She turned, taking me into her mouth again, cleaning me with languid strokes, her tongue swirling until I was hard again. We didn't stop - that day, I skipped my seminar, and we devoured each other, messy and unashamed. Her taste, her scent, the way she moved - it was raw, primal, unforgettable. It marked the beginning of a hidden affair, a tangle of stolen moments that stretched two years until I left my brother's house, carrying the memory of Lily's wildfire passion with me, a secret etched into every fiber of my being.

Working as a live-in nanny wasn't my grand life plan, but it paid decently and let me save up for a cross-country road trip I'd been dreaming about since high school. Taking care of a four-year-old boy was manageable - messy, sure, but nothing I couldn't handle. The real headache was navigating his parents, particularly Jake, a 48-year-old contractor with a gravelly voice and a habit of keeping things professional - until he didn't. I'd landed the gig through a friend of a friend who knew his wife from yoga class. For nearly a year, it was textbook: regular schedule, cash in hand, polite nods in the hallway. But Jake had this way of staring - quiet, intense - that always left a weird knot in my chest. It was a chilly October evening in 2024 when his wife got called out of town for a family emergency. Jake was stuck late on a job site, so they begged me to stay overnight. I'd had plans to meet a buddy for drinks, but I caved - extra pay's hard to turn down. Still, I was simmering by the time the kid finally passed out. The house was still, just the hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of settling wood. I was sprawled on the sectional, half-watching a true crime doc on my tablet, legs kicked up, when I heard the crunch of gravel outside. Jake had warned me he'd be late, texted some apology about traffic, promised a fat tip. I'd shot back a curt, - Fine, - already counting the minutes till I could crash in the guest room. The door swung open, and his scent hit me first - cedar and sawdust, baked into his flannel and skin from a day swinging hammers. I flicked my eyes up without moving. Dark green Henley stretched over his broad chest, worn jeans hugging his thighs, a leather jacket slung over one shoulder, stubble shadowing his jaw. He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair and gave me a tired grin. You're a lifesaver, Tessa, - he said, dropping his keys on the hall table. - I owe you big for this. Yeah, well, he's asleep, so it's not total chaos, - I replied, shifting to sit up straighter. Jake ambled to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and cracked it open. He leaned against the counter, took a long pull, and watched me over the bottle. Want one? Unwind a little? I'm good. Long day. Just wanna sleep soon. One won't kill you. I bristled. Pushiness was a pet peeve. He clocked my expression and smirked, undeterred. Had you on my mind all day, - he said. That so? - I muttered, eyes back on my screen. Yeah. Got me so worked up I had to rub one out in the truck. My fingers froze on the tablet. I looked up, sharp. Excuse me? You heard me, - he said, voice steady, casual. - Jerked off thinking about you. Shock hit first, then rage. I could've slapped him, bolted, called him out. Instead, I stood, fists clenched, and jabbed a finger at his chest. You're a pig! He didn't budge, just held my gaze. Chill, - he said, low and even. - You're hot as hell. Not exactly breaking news. Do you even realize how messed up that is? Sure do. You've got a wife, you jackass! And you've got a body that won't quit. Go to hell! I turned, grabbed my hoodie off the couch, and stormed toward the stairs, heart slamming against my ribs. This wasn't happening - not in this house, not with him. But as I passed, his hand shot out, catching my elbow, halting me mid-step. Don't act like you don't feel it, - he murmured. I stood rigid, breath shallow, staring into his dark eyes. I said I got off thinking about you, - he continued, stepping in close. - But not the details. His voice dropped, husky, his breath brushing my ear as he leaned in. Pictured you in that red sundress from last month, bent over the porch railing. I swallowed, throat dry. You're full of shit. Nope. Snapped a pic when you weren't looking. Used it. My skin prickled, anger mixing with something else. You're a fucking creep... He nudged me back against the wall, slow and deliberate, his frame towering. Don't be mad, - he whispered, lips grazing my temple. - That dress clung to your ass like it was begging me to stare. I remembered that day - hot, sticky, me watering plants outside. I should've pushed him off, cursed him out, left. But my pulse raced, legs locked, a heat blooming low in my belly. What if I tell someone? He laughed, soft and dark. You won't. Why not? 'Cause you're eating this up. I glared, hating how my silence betrayed me. Then he pressed his hips forward, letting me feel him - rock-hard through his jeans. I wanna fuck you, Tessa, - he growled. - Name your price. You're vile, - I spat. And you're a goddamn knockout. I didn't answer, but I didn't move when his calloused hands slid up my sides. Tell me to stop, - he said, fingers teasing the hem of my tank top. - Mean it, and I'm done. I didn't. His grin widened. He bit my neck lightly, then shoved a hand down my leggings, rough fingertips finding me slick already. Knew it, - he rasped, smug. - Wet for me. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside, thick and insistent, curling against me. He gripped my ponytail, yanked my head back, and crashed his mouth into mine, all teeth and hunger. You gonna let me have you? Yes or no? I shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. That's a yes, - he decided. - Get down. He released me, and I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I fumbled with his belt. His jeans hit the floor, and there he was - hard, veined, throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me forward. Open that pretty mouth, - he commanded. I did, wide and willing, taking him slow at first - tongue swirling over the head, tasting salt and musk, lips stretching around his girth. He groaned, hips twitching, guiding me deeper until I gagged softly, saliva pooling, my hands braced on his thighs. Fuck, yes, - he hissed, voice wrecked. - Suck it like you mean it. I did, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing faster, letting him hit the back of my throat. His grip tightened, controlling the pace, low moans spilling out as I worked him, messy and eager. Minutes blurred - five, ten? - until he hauled me up, eyes blazing. Enough, - he growled, spinning me to face the couch. - I need inside you. He shoved me forward, bending me over the armrest, and ripped my leggings down with my underwear in one brutal tug. His hands spread my thighs wide, exposing me, and I felt the air cool against my dripping heat. Stay right there, - he ordered. His tongue came first, hot and greedy, lapping at me from behind - long, firm strokes that made my knees buckle. He gripped my ass, spreading me wider, burying his face deeper, sucking my clit until I whined, nails digging into the upholstery. Goddamn, you taste good, - he mumbled against me, voice muffled, then plunged his tongue inside, fucking me with it, relentless. I moaned, loud and broken, pushing back into him. He pulled away, stood, and I heard his belt clank as he lined himself up. Then he thrust in - hard, deep, stretching me full in one go. I cried out, the burn delicious, his thick cock splitting me open as he started pounding, hips slapping my ass with wet, rhythmic smacks. He grabbed my hair again, twisting it around his fist, arching my back as he drove harder. Tell me you love this, - he demanded, voice raw, thrusts brutal. I love it, - I choked out, dizzy. - Harder, please... He obliged, slamming into me with force that jolted the couch, his free hand clawing my hip, anchoring me. His cock dragged against every nerve, thick and pulsing, filling me so completely I could barely think. He leaned over, chest slick with sweat against my spine, growling in my ear. What are you, huh? - he panted, teeth nipping my shoulder. Your dirty little slut, - I whimpered, lost in it, feeling him throb inside me. Damn right, - he snarled, and fucked me like he meant to break me - deep, punishing strokes that had me shaking, teetering on the edge. Then he groaned, loud and guttural, pulling out to finish across my ass and lower back, hot spurts painting my skin as he jerked himself through it, breathing ragged. I slumped forward, spent, a shaky - Fuck... - slipping out as aftershocks rippled through me. He stood there, one hand still on my hip, the other milking the last drops from his cock, smirking down at me like a conqueror. After a moment, he tugged his jeans up, slapped my ass hard enough to sting, and chuckled. That's worth triple pay. I laughed, breathless, face mashed into the cushions. Asshole. You're fucking incredible, Tessa, - he said, voice still rough, wiping sweat from his brow. I grinned, too wrecked to argue, body humming. He sank onto the couch beside me eventually, and I crawled over, curling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, kissed my hair, and slid a hand under my top, cupping my breast, thumb brushing the nipple in lazy, possessive circles. Jake stirred first, groaning as he stood and shuffled to the bathroom. The shower kicked on. I grabbed a tissue from the side table, wiped his cum off my skin, and dragged my clothes back on, still buzzing. He came out in a towel, hair wet, and I was already zipping my hoodie, ride app open. I headed for the door; he followed. See ya, - I said, tossing him a sly smile. He held out a hand, grinning. After all that, a handshake felt absurd - like sealing a contract. I squeezed hard, spun on my heel, and slipped out into the night.

The relentless heat battered the town. The sun's rays scorched anyone daring enough to roam the streets, lounging in the warmth or kicking a soccer ball around. Mouths grew parched, desperate for a drink, while bodies dripped with thick, heavy sweat. I trudged along slowly, unmotivated, almost overwhelmed as I neared the park. When I arrived, I couldn't believe how crowded it was. I longed for the days when you could jog peacefully around or through the park without the annoyance of so many people - now buzzing around like irritating ants, aimless city-dwellers flooding the place with their presence for lack of anything better to do. I'd come to buy the ring I'd spotted last time - a sleek silver one with a coiled snake design that felt distinctly vintage to me. When I reached the vendor's stall, I was thrilled to see he still had it. I slipped it on, paid him, and left feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. After that, I tried to switch directions. The throngs of people wandering around like vacationing tourists were starting to grate on me. I veered off whenever I spotted an opening to escape, letting myself be drawn by faint guitar strums drifting from a distance. As I walked, the sound grew louder and clearer. A sharper crowd had gathered around a punk band - "Rusty Gears" - gearing up to play. I found a spot under a big tree to shield myself from the sun, which, though starting to dip, still blazed fiercely. I settled down beside the trunk. The band was killer. They played raw, gritty punk - nothing fancy, just pure street vibes. The crowd was mostly young folks, with a few older ones mixed in - all cool, laid-back people with good energy. Some were coupled up, others gripped beers, and a handful, like me, puffed on joints, the smoke curling lazily from our lips. Man, that band could shred. A bit later, two girls showed up - both in oversized shades, cropped jeans, and a vibe that screamed confidence. One of them caught my eye instantly. From then on, my gaze bounced between the band and her - that tight yellow crop top showing off her midriff, those dark skinny jeans stopping just above her ankles. Her curves stood out, especially that jaw-dropping backside that seemed to demand attention. As time passed, I could barely peel my eyes off it. Lighting my second joint, the earthy scent thickened around me. Some people wrinkled their noses and shuffled away, but others - like her - seemed curious. When she glanced my way a second time, I pulled the joint from my mouth and held it out to her with a grin. She hesitated, turning back to the makeshift stage. I followed suit, but moments later, she came over and took it. Our eyes locked again. "Any good? " I tossed out, breaking the ice. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Keep it, " I said. "What's your name? " "Jess. You? " "Tyler." "You from around here? " "Kinda, " she said, pointing vaguely north. "Like ten blocks that way." "Same, but more the other direction, " I replied, sparking up another joint. I couldn't stop staring. She wasn't as standoffish as I'd first thought. After a bit of chatting, her friend - who'd been a few feet ahead - didn't notice Jess had stayed back with me. She scanned the crowd, traded a quick word with Jess, then wandered off again when Jess waved her away. The sun had set, leaving the sky a deep, dusky blue. Emboldened, I leaned in and went for Jess's lips. She flinched at first, caught off guard by my move, but then she kissed me back hard. My tongue found hers, and they tangled together, hungry and wet, as our lips pressed eagerly against each other. We tilted toward one another, propped up on one hand each, the other roaming freely. I'll admit, it didn't take long for me to get worked up. My jeans tightened as she brushed my thigh and waist, mirroring my own wandering hands, though I was a little bolder. Her friend shot us a sideways glance, then looked away when she saw what Jess was up to. She bit her lip - maybe jealous - but had no choice but to turn back to the band and fend off some guy trying his luck with her. Jess kept kissing me, and by now I was so turned on I risked sliding my hand over her ass, half-expecting her to swat me away. Instead, she let out a low, electric moan right by my ear. The darkness was my ally. Determined to make the most of it, I jumped up, grabbed her hand, and tugged her toward the back of the stage - a wooded spot with plenty of cover, dark and deserted. We stumbled over, laughing, and ducked behind some porta-potties, shielded by trees. I pressed her against one, yanking my jeans down as she dropped to her knees, ready to take me in. I took a final drag of my joint as Jess gripped me, her hand working me with a fierce rhythm. Fully hard, I groaned as her tongue joined in, teasing and tasting. The mix of the weed's hazy buzz and her eager mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. She took me deeper, her lips and hand in sync, pulling me in and out with a steady, hungry pace. I ran my fingers through her hair, guiding her now and then, my eyes drifting into the shadowed void as ecstasy built. I felt the edge coming and stopped her. Her eyes met mine - wild, determined - and it lit me up. I tugged her top up, kissing her chest, savoring the firm, perfect nipples that drove me wild. I didn't care about size; it was all about those, and Jess had them just right. We stood, and I alternated between her breasts and her mouth, kissing her recklessly as she stroked me, my length primed and aching. I slid her jeans down to her ankles - tried to get them off completely, but she shook her head. She didn't stop me, though, when I dropped lower, tasting her, my tongue diving into her heat. She was already soaked, and I lapped at her clit, relishing her stifled gasps. The band's riffs still pounded from the other side, the crowd cheering each song's end. But all I heard were Jess's muffled moans as I devoured her, her body trembling with every flick of my tongue. Nothing got me going like this, and I could've stayed there forever - until she gasped, "Enough, Tyler, come on, do it." I stood, pressing myself into her, sinking deep. She cried out as I filled her, my hands gripping her ass while I thrust hard and fast. For a second, I snapped back to reality - we couldn't take too long. That urgency only made it hotter. Her moans pulled me back under. I kept going, relentless, as she nibbled my ear, her legs wrapping tighter around mine. "Now, now, " she begged, and I lost it, spilling into her with a final, shuddering push. Spent and sweaty, we fumbled to fix our clothes, then stumbled out together to find her friend, who'd long since given up tracking us.

During my summer break, I always needed to supplement my allowance. I was 19, owned an old pickup truck, and it guzzled gas like nobody's business. With nothing better to do, I took a job at a hotel - mostly schlepping luggage to rooms and the like. The hourly wage wasn't exactly generous, but I did alright for myself. I was friendly, quick on my feet, and that earned me some decent tips. One afternoon, a sleek, vintage Cadillac rolled up - a real beauty, despite its years. I hustled over, opened the door, and out stepped a silver-haired guy, sharp-looking for his age. He tossed me the keys, told me the bags were in the trunk, and asked me to bring them to his room. Then he was off to the front desk without a backward glance. I parked the car - a sweet '72 DeVille with a smooth purr - in the lot, grabbed the luggage from the trunk, and headed to the desk to get his room number. Up I went to Room 214, but the guy wasn't there. I set the bags down by the bed and sighed - there went my shot at a tip, or so I thought. Still, driving that Caddy for a minute made up for it. The day dragged on with nothing much happening. Just before my shift ended, the guy from 214 called down to the desk. He ordered a late-night sandwich, a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, and a shot of bourbon. Since nobody else was on bellhop duty, they asked me to handle it. I loaded up a service cart with his order and took the elevator to the second floor. The door to 214 was cracked open, but no one answered my knock. I pushed it wide, rolled the cart in, and heard a voice from the bathroom telling me to set everything by the armchair. I did as instructed, plated the food, and poured a glass of wine. I was about to leave when my eyes landed on the bed - a mess of sheets and a DVD case sticking out. Curiosity got the better of me, so I picked it up. It was some flick by a director named Falcon - never heard of him. The back cover made it pretty clear what kind of movie it was, though. I was flipping through the pictures when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, and there he was, grinning ear to ear. "That part of your job description? " he asked. My face went tomato-red - I'd never been caught like that before. I stammered out an apology and made for the door, but he stopped me. "Hold up, " he said. "First, you haven't gotten your tip. Second, how about keeping me company? Or are you off the clock? " I mumbled that this was my last run of the night, still unsure what I was getting into. "Then stick around, " he said. "There's enough food for two, plenty to drink, and we can watch that movie together. Name's Richard - nah, call me Rick." Something in his tone told me he wasn't big on no for an answer, so I nodded. "Not hungry, " I said, trying to keep it casual. "No problem, have some wine then." He poured two glasses and handed me one. "Bottoms up - loosens things up! " We downed it in one go. Over the food, we chatted about random stuff, and before I knew it, the bottle was empty. He finished eating, then poured us each a hefty shot of bourbon. I'd barely touched hard liquor before, but the night was already off the rails. "Down the hatch, then we'll watch, " he said. I tossed it back, and this time it hit me like a freight train - warmth spreading, head buzzing. I wasn't drunk, but I was definitely feeling it. He rewound the DVD and hit play. The movie kicked off with some guy showing up at a place in New York. Didn't take long for it to dive into a scene - my first glimpse of a gay flick, and it was wild. The action was intense, raw, and loud, and I couldn't deny it was getting to me. Rick wasn't watching the screen - he was watching me. He poured another bourbon and slid it my way. "Cheers! " I knew the drill by now and knocked it back, eyes glued to the TV. My jeans were starting to feel tight. "Strip, " he said, blunt as hell. "It'll feel better, and I wouldn't mind seeing what a kid like you's packing." The booze had me loose enough that I didn't even argue. I peeled off everything but my boxers, barely taking my eyes off the screen. "I said strip, " he barked. "When I say it, I mean it." So I ditched the boxers too, and there was no hiding how into it I was. Rick noticed, of course. Onscreen, the New York guy was going at it again, round who-knows-what. Rick started shedding his clothes too - mid-sixties, I figured, but in damn good shape. When his briefs hit the floor, I couldn't believe it. Nice equipment, perfectly proportioned. He stepped close, right in my face. "You've been watching long enough to know what's next. Take it in your mouth." Half-dazed, I opened up, and he slid in. The bourbon had me relaxed - first time or not, he went deep, and I handled it. He moved slow, grunting in a way that sounded approving. My own situation was rock-solid, more than ever before, but he didn't touch me, and I was too busy to care. Then, just like that, he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. There I was, sprawled out, not sure what to do. I turned back to the screen - still hot as hell (I still dig those old Falcon films; the new stuff doesn't do it for me) - and started messing around solo. A few minutes later, he was back. "Time to wrap this up right. Lie on your side - I'm gonna take you." He handed me a little bottle - some stuff called Rush - and told me to exhale hard, then snort it deep through each nostril. I did, pulling in so much I nearly blacked out. Then I felt him push in, no hesitation. It hurt, but I was too far gone to care. I was floating somewhere else as he started moving. The sting faded, and every thrust got better. "Turn over, " he said. "From behind now." I rolled, and he went back in - no pain this time, just steady, relentless rhythm. It was unreal: the movie up front, him working me from the back. After what felt like forever, he pulled out again. "On your back." I had to hit the bottle one more time first. He lifted my legs high, lined up, and waited till I finished sniffing before slamming in. My knees were by my ears - I could've almost reached myself. He went hard, finishing fast, unloading inside me. He collapsed on me for a second, then sat up and grabbed me with his hand. Three or four strokes, and I was done, exploding. "Mouth open - swallow, " he ordered. I couldn't resist - I took it all, gulping down more than I thought possible. When I was spent, he let me drop my legs. "Go shower, " he said. I didn't argue, scrubbing off the night in a long rinse. When I came back, he'd cracked two beers from the minibar. We chugged them in silence. "Good time, kid, " he said, tossing me a folded bill. "Here's your tip. Now get out - I'm beat." I stumbled out, only checking the cash in the hall. A crisp hundred.

My name is Paul, and I'm 28 years old. My mother-in-law, Margaret, is a 52-year-old woman. She's a very attractive woman with a beautiful chest and a lovely ass. I've caught myself looking at her and thinking about how great it would be to have sex with her. Margaret lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment. One day, I went out with my friends and decided not to go home late to avoid arguing with my wife, so I went to my mother-in-law's place instead. I rang the doorbell, and Margaret answered. She was wearing a nightgown, and I told her I didn't want to go home and decided to spend the night at her place. My mother-in-law made me a bed on the couch in the living room, and her bed was nearby. She walked around the room in her nightgown, and I couldn't help but stare at her. I realized that I wanted her. After we went to bed, I couldn't sleep because I was so turned on. I sat on the edge of the couch in my underwear and started talking to Margaret, telling her how much I loved her and how attractive I found her. She was lying on her bed, facing me, and I could see her face in the dim light. I couldn't resist anymore, so I got up and approached her bed. "What are you doing? " Margaret asked me. I didn't answer; I just lay down next to her under the blanket and looked at her. My penis was ready to burst out of my underwear. I felt that Margaret was also turned on. I moved closer to her, hugged her, and kissed her on the lips. "No, we shouldn't do this, " she whispered, but I couldn't stop anymore. I started kissing her face, neck, and hands, and I touched her breasts. Margaret didn't push me away too strongly, and I knew she was enjoying it. I realized that she wanted me to make love to her. I took off my underwear and pushed my penis against her body. "Oh no, why are you doing this? " Margaret asked me, but I was beyond reason. I just wanted her. I lifted up her nightgown and saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started touching her vulva and felt that she was very wet. I knew she wanted me to put my penis inside her. Margaret didn't say anything; she just breathed heavily, and her eyes were closed. She wasn't resisting much, and I knew she was enjoying it. I leaned over her, spread her legs, and pushed my penis inside her. "Maybe we shouldn't do this; it's not right, " she whispered, but I was already inside her. I looked into her eyes and pushed harder, and my penis entered her wet vagina. Oh, it was amazing! Her vagina was tight and hot. Margaret closed her eyes, and I started moving faster and faster. My mother-in-law moaned as if it was her first time having sex. After a while, she started moving her hips, and we were having passionate sex. My balls were slapping against her ass, and she whispered, "Oh, Paul, it feels so good! " I was working hard, and my penis was entering her fully. It felt amazing, and I knew I was going to come soon. I pulled out my penis, turned her over onto her stomach, and asked her to get on her knees. "Why do you want to do it this way? " Margaret asked me. I told her I wanted to do it from behind. "I've never done it this way before, " she said. I turned her over, told her to get on her knees, and approached her from behind. I saw her naked ass and realized that I was having sex with my mother-in-law, but at that moment, she was just a woman, and we wanted each other. I put my penis inside her vagina from behind, took her ass in my hands, and started thrusting hard. She moaned, and it was amazing! Margaret moaned like a young girl. I saw my penis entering her wet and hot vagina, and I wanted more and more. After a while, we changed positions again, and I was on top of her. I lifted her legs and put my penis inside her. We were having sex, and I felt that my woman was grabbing my hands strongly. I felt that she was coming, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I released a stream of sperm inside her vagina. After that, I lay down next to her, and we were both silent. I turned to her and said that it was amazing. Margaret replied that she hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time and that it felt great. We started kissing, and I felt her body; it was hot. Soon we fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up, and Margaret wasn't in bed. She was talking to someone in the kitchen. It was her sister who had come over. Margaret came into the room, and her sister looked in and saw me sleeping in Margaret's bed. "What's going on? " she asked. "Did you sleep together? " Margaret said that I had just moved from the couch. My underwear was on the floor next to the bed. I think it was clear what had happened. When her sister left, Margaret came to me. "Are you sleeping? " "Can I join you? " she asked. I opened my eyes, lifted the blanket, and Margaret took off her robe. Under the robe, she was naked. Seeing her, I just wanted her again. My penis got hard. Margaret lay down next to me, and I started kissing her without saying a word. She hugged me, and I could see that she wanted me again. I lay on top of her, and she spread her legs. I put my penis inside her amazing vagina, and Margaret whispered in my ear that she had never had sex like that before. I came inside her, and Margaret came with me. It was a wonderful night and a great morning.

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."

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.

At the place where I work we hire pretty girls between 18 and 25 years old to advertise our business on the street. Most of these are young girls who have never worked before and are looking for a job so they can earn some money for the first time. This story is about one of those girls that I paid extra money to have sex with me. She was an 18 year old blonde, owner of one of those delicious looking little butts that makes you want to get your hands on her. She had finished school a few months ago and was looking for a job. We hired her because we saw a lot of enthusiasm for her work, plus she was very pretty and would attract a lot of attention dressed in black tights. I was in charge of paying her every Friday and I assure you that her face would light up with happiness the moment she received her paycheck. It happened that one Friday night I told her that I had her money in my car and that if we went there I would pay her. When I got to my car, which was in the back of the place, I told her I had something important to say so I made her get in the back seat and I sat next to her. I then took out an envelope with money from under the front seat and removed the money I had to pay her. I paid her and she asked me what I wanted to tell her. Me: You would like to earn 400 pesos extra. Her: and what should I do? Me: I don't want you to be offended by what I'm going to tell you and it's all right if you say no. Her: well, that's fine. Me: you wouldn't like to give me a blowjob for 400 pesos. She was silent and began to touch her hair showing some hesitation to respond. I noticed that in her and tried to convince her by offering her the 400 pesos in my hand. Me: It's easy money and it's only for a few minutes. She looked at the time on her phone and told me the following. Her: my boyfriend is coming in fifteen. Me: we have plenty of time. Her: well that's fine. She grabbed the money and put it in her wallet which she then took it out. After that she tied up her hair and I pulled down my pants and put my arm on the back of the seat to enjoy what was going to happen in the best way. First she grabbed my cock with her right hand and gave me a tremendous handjob until it was hard and ready to be eaten. When she did that she bent over, put her head down and started sucking my cock. As he sucked me off I ran my hand down his back and then rested it on his head. Plus it turned me on a ton watching her head go up and down as she ate my cock. It was the best 400 pesos ever. It didn't end there, I wanted to fuck her so I took another 500 pesos from the envelope and asked her if she would let me put it in for that amount. Me: Do you want to earn another 500 pesos? Her: and what do I have to do now? Me: have sex with me. Her: do you have a condom? Me: Yes, of course. Her: well, that's fine. She put the money in her purse and after a few sucks she put on the condom I had. After that I put her on top of me, pulled down her panties and thong and fucked her sitting down with her hands on the back of the front seat and mine clutching her waist. It happened that while I was fucking her sitting down, 15 minutes had already passed and supposedly her boyfriend was already there. Then at that moment this young lady's phone started ringing and she decided to answer it with my cock inside her body. It was her boyfriend who had called her to find out where she was but she said "sorry for not telling you earlier but I have to stay here to do some extra work" and the boyfriend said "do you want me to wait for you" and she looked at me and said "don't worry, my boss will take me home later". After that phone conversation I continued fucking her but this time I put her on all fours on the seat. To finish I grabbed her by the waist and started to give her strong thrusts until I ended in a hellish orgasm. After the fuck I had to drive her home and she was silent for the whole trip until when she arrived home she told me the following. Her: thanks for the ride and for the extra money. Me: not at all. She opened the door and before leaving she told me with a smile "I liked what we did".

You've seen those women in their forties who go to the gym and that even if they have a little bit of belly, they're still very hot and if you put them on all fours you can get into them like a horse. I don't care if they call me an old lady eater because the only thing I want to do with my 25 years is to stick my dick in every woman who crosses my path. As I was telling you when I went to the gym I met two women who were friends and who I thought were really hot, so I told them things and they played dumb telling me that I could be their son and I didn't care if I could be their son or their grandson, I wanted to fuck them, so I kept insisting and one day I took one of them to my apartment and it was spectacular because she was sucking my dick for a long time and she told me that her husband didn't have a big dick like mine. Then I put her on all fours and I entered her like a horse and the woman was really cool with me and let me cum inside her and as I was really horny with her and her friend I exploded and I must have expelled half a liter of milk inside her pussy. What happened then is that at the gym we were very affectionate and her friend did not understand anything, she asked us several times "what's going on with you" because all that day we were half attached and when we were not doing exercises I grabbed her waist and touched her a little not to say that I rested my bulge on her ass. Then I took her back to my place and we fucked like rabbits again but this time she let me come in her mouth. A few days later the friend found out about the things we were doing in my apartment because the other one told her and then she said to her in a slutty voice "I also want a man like that and to do those things to me too" and I reacted to her request and said "if you want you can join us" and the woman spoke to me again in a slutty voice and said "ok". Then we left the gym and went to my apartment. We got there and we sat on the couch, me in the middle and them one on each side. I started kissing them and touching each one's tits and then I pulled down my pants and they started sucking my cock between them and it was quite a show how they were eating my cock, they were two milfs desperate to suck a dick. Then I pulled down their tights, put their little asses side by side and started to fuck them alternately, several times I had to slow down a little because I was very excited to have two big asses in front of me. I couldn't hold on for long though, I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and I ended up inside one of them. Then they cleaned my dick with a blowjob and left satisfied with having fucked me. Then it became customary for the three of them to go to my apartment after gym to spend some time fucking.

Pausing my anecdotes, I will tell one that my friend Carlos told me happened to him. Carlos has been my neighbor for as long as I can remember since we were little. Carlos and I have a neighbor named Celia, she is about 42 or 43 years old, she is short, about 1.55 meters tall, light brown skin, green eyes, and she has a good body, a nice ass and round, shapely tits and nice looking legs, she does not exercise, she is a mother of three children and has a husband, for the neighbors Celia is very respectful and dedicated, that is why when my friend told me the story I did not believe her. Carlos used to go out to water the trees around his house and he would see Celia come out to the street and smile at him, he thought she was flirting with him, a typical teenager who thinks that any smile is a flirtation and an insinuation, one day when Carlos was on his way to work he went out to catch the truck when he found Celia in his car. Ce: Good morning Carlos, where are you going so early? Carlos: good morning I'm heading to work I'm going to take the truck because I'm running a little late. Ce: let's go I'll give you a little raite Carlos didn't miss the chance and got in the car Celia was wearing a pajama type robe where her legs were showing, on the way they talked Celia asked him if he had a girlfriend and was going out, to which Carlos answered no, he asked her about her husband. Ce: my husband is traveling, I think he will be here in 15 days. Carlos: and you have been alone for a month. Ce: Yes, I haven't been here for a while and here I am. Carlos: And how do you put up with it for so long? Ce: Well you see, sometimes you have to touch yourself to hold on, hahaha. Carlos: Well that's enough with masturbating, but lack of confidence Celia hahaha. After that comment everything was silent for a few minutes. Ce: Oh Carlos, what are you saying, you are just a young man, and how do you think I'm going to do that? Carlos: Maybe a young man will remind you what good sex is. Ce: You don't really believe that. Celia took a detour and we headed to a motel on the outskirts of town. Ce: I don't know if I'm right, but I'm really looking forward to it, I've already spent some time without anything. Carlos: don't worry, I know you're right and there's nothing wrong with this anymore. We arrived at the room she was a little nervous and tense, I began to massage her back to relax her body, I took off her robe, she was wearing a green thong type panties and a white bra, I began to kiss her slowly, I started kissing her slowly, I took off her bra and her dark brown tits came out with a dark nipple, I started kissing, sucking and sucking it slowly, she only moaned and threw her head back, I started kissing her abdomen, she felt tickled, then I took off her thong and when I was going to give her oral sex she said: Ce: what are you doing what are you going to do. Carlos: relax, I am going to give you oral sex. Ce: My husband has never done that to me, I just climb on top of him or vice versa. Carlos: Relax, you let yourself go. Her vagina was very wet, she was excited, I slowly started to give her oral sex, she moaned and her body arched feeling pleasure, she grabbed my head and told me "don't stop, keep going, keep going". She finished in my mouth, all her fluids ended up inside my mouth, she said: Ce: woao that was great I feel my legs are very weak, I have never felt such pleasure. Carlos: you haven't felt it because you have never been treated like a woman. Ce: I just climb on top of my husband and when he finishes the action is over. Carlos: How boring, now he's going to know what sex is. I put her on all fours and started to penetrate her, at first it was slow and with love, then when I heard her screams and moans my penetrations were hard with so much force that my body collided with her, in such a way that we both finished at the same time. She lay down and told me she couldn't take it anymore, I laughed and told her "now you go upstairs". Ce: Let me rest, I feel that my legs are not responding. Carlos: now you are being treated like a woman. Ce: What rich pleasures. Carlos: what worries me is that I didn't use protection. Ce: Protection? If I'm not sick. Carlos: no it's not that, what if you get pregnant. Ce: hahaha pregnant? I'm 43 years old and I can't get pregnant, besides, my husband and I don't take care of ourselves and we can't even have children. Carlos: Well, that's all there is to it, let's go for revenge. She got on and started to move up and down sometimes to the sides, I squeezed her vagina and that way it felt like it was very tight as if she was almost a virgin, she did not stop she was like a bitch on fire, she finished so she slowed down in rhythm and stayed still moaning and saying "ahhh ahhh" slower and slower, which I did I laid her down and started to penetrate her until I finished inside her. We lay there talking about many things, we had several encounters later on. That was what Carlos told me, the truth was that I didn't believe it because Celia was a very serious and quiet woman, until later I believed everything. When he said to me: Carlos: wey I got Celia pregnant. And: You're crazy, how could that be possible. Carlos: he talked to me in the morning and told me "you are going to do it dad, but I don't want you to say anything, I don't want to ruin my marriage and this is going to be as if my husband had done it to me". The truth is that I didn't believe it, in the end Celia was pregnant with a boy, she had him, he looks like his mother, but he also has Carlos' features. Celia's husband is happy because he never thought he would be a father again. The boy's name is José Carlos, my friend says that they have had other encounters, but this time he is no longer worried because Celia is operated, and Celia after the pregnancy has a better body, now she is the mature woman that everybody wants...

For Antonio, the return home represented the worst part of his day. After long hours of exhausting work, destiny forced him to face a bus full of passengers. Traveling on his feet had become an unavoidable routine for him. Fatigue settled into his body, and the mass of crowded people seemed to drag him along in a constant stream of strangers. The return trip stretched on for about an hour. And after forty minutes of travel, a good number of passengers had already disembarked. Nevertheless, all the seats were still occupied, although Antonio was at least grateful that he no longer had to endure the cramped ride. From time to time, he closed his eyes to give his eyes a brief rest, although his feet still found no relaxation. There was a fleeting instant when he let himself drift off into a split-second dream, but fortunately, he woke up before rushing to the ground. He decided then to keep his eyes wide open, making sure to avoid any possible accidents. His gaze began to scan the interior of the bus. He observed people sleeping with their mouths open, couples engaged in passionate kisses and friends sharing lively conversations. However, his attention was immediately arrested when he came across the most impressive buttocks he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. The owner of such an attribute was standing less than a meter away, dressed in sportswear: a polo shirt, shorts and sneakers. It was evident that he had just finished a soccer match, as indicated by the dried sweat on his face and the dirtiness of his attire. Antonio stared too long at that ass, which made the owner of such a magnificent attribute take notice. He stared at Antonio, who, surprised, turned his face away in embarrassment. The transport made a stop at the antepenultimate stop, and an additional group of passengers disembarked, freeing several seats. Antonio quickly settled into one by the window, silently pleading that the owner of those captivating buttocks had also disembarked. The embarrassment he felt was so overwhelming that he opted to pretend to sleep, hoping to avoid any eye contact with that individual, just in case he was still on board the bus. After a while, Antonio noticed someone occupying the seat next to his, and immediately felt the touch of that person on his leg. As he watched out of the corner of his eye with astonishment, he realized that it was the same boy with the amazing buttocks. Among all the seats that were unoccupied, he had chosen to sit right next to him and was rubbing his leg. Antonio thought it was too good to be real. It was clear that this young man was interested in him. Antonio responded to the rubbing with another rub, and instantly, they exchanged complicit glances. The bus stopped at the next-to-last stop, and this time, unlike the previous stop, Antonio fervently hoped that his seatmate would not get off there. The young man remained by his side, and the vehicle continued on its way. Antonio wanted to strike up a conversation, introduce himself, inquire his name and, above all, indulge in the passion he felt, but he was unable to do so. An old woman occupied the seat behind them, so he had to wait until he reached the last stop to engage in conversation on the street. In the meantime, they continued to play suggestively. The rubbing persisted, not only with their legs, but also with their hands, which further stoked her excitement. Finally, they reached the last stop. As they got up, they both made an effort to conceal their erections, although the young man with the magnificent buttocks found it more difficult, given that he was wearing sports shorts. Luckily, the few remaining passengers were more concerned with getting off the bus and returning home, so they paid no attention to the young man's arousal. Antonio and the boy with the noticeable buttocks walked in silence for a short while, side by side, until they were away from the rest of the passengers. Antonio: Hello. Nalgón: Hello. Antonio: What is your name? Nalgón: Pedro. Antonio: Nice to meet you, Pedro. My name is Antonio. Pedro: Likewise. Antonio: How old are you, Pedro? Pedro: I'm 20. And you? Antonio: I'm 27. Have you just come from playing soccer? Pedro: Yes, today I had a championship with my university classmates. Antonio: Really? And what are you studying? Pedro: Pharmacy and Biochemistry. Antonio: Interesting. I studied administration. By the way, do you live near here? Pedro: Actually, my stop is the next-to-last one, but when I saw that you weren't getting off, I decided to continue the trip with you. I wanted to meet you. Antonio: And I wanted to meet you. I was begging you not to get off until the final stop. Pedro: Hehehehe... Well, I didn't, and here I am. Antonio: You know, I thought you were upset when you realized I was looking at your ass. Pedro: Hahaha... No, I was rather flattered when I saw the stupid face you made. Antonio: Hahaha... But you have to admit you have some nice buttocks. And as you say, I was an asshole when I saw them. Pedro: Yes, I know. My friends joke about it in college. And I think one of them has a special interest, but I prefer not to get involved with people from the university to avoid problems. Antonio: That's fine with me. And well, since I like to be direct, and since we seem to like each other, what do you say we go to a quieter place? Pedro: To a hotel? Antonio: I know one near here. Pedro: Let's go then. Once inside the hotel room, Antonio could not contain himself. He put Pedro against the wall to kiss him, ignoring his request to let him go take a shower first. He told him he was turned on by his sweaty scent as he kissed him. Her naughty tongue explored Pedro's mouth with passion, her hands firmly squeezing the buttocks that stood upright above the shorts. Although Antonio's hands were of good size, they seemed not big enough for that imposing ass. Then he knelt down and got Peter to turn on himself, sliding the shorts down to reveal those impressive buttocks. It was, without a doubt, a wonderful ass: round and completely hairless. Antonio spread Pedro's buttocks and buried his nose in desperation. The warm breath on that spot made Pedro moan, and Antonio's undulating tongue made him moan even more. Occasionally, he would stop licking him to nibble on his buttocks. Antonio seemed determined to savor every inch of that ass. Pedro was clearly excited and eager for the next phase. He told Antonio that he wanted to feel him inside him and he didn't have to ask more than once. Antonio put on a condom he had bought at the hotel front desk and penetrated Pedro unceremoniously. This was exactly what Pedro liked, and Antonio was more than willing to satisfy his desires. As he rammed him intensely in doggy style, he pulled his hair with one hand and spanked him hard with the other. After about fifty minutes, with their bodies bathed in sweat and Antonio still inside Pedro, they were both on the verge of climax. Between gasps, Antonio whispered to Pedro, asking him where he wanted his milk. With a leering look, Pedro replied that he wanted it on his face. Antonio hurriedly removed the condom and, with precision, aimed it at Pedro's face, covering it with a thick layer of semen as a choked moan escaped his lips, culminating a dirty, kinky and deliciously pleasurable encounter. After that experience, Antonio and Pedro never rode public transportation together again, but for Antonio, the ride home was no longer the worst part of the day. From then on, finding a companion to make the route to a hotel, as he did with Pedro, became his favorite pastime.

I was in a shopping mall, when I ran into my friend's sister, (the one I fucked days before). She; Hey, what are you doing here... She asked me while giving me a kiss on the cheeks. Me; Hi... I greeted her and kissed her back... Walking around, I was bored at home. Her: Do you mind joining me... She asked... I came alone and I need someone's opinion. Me: I don't know... I answered hesitantly... What if someone sees us? She: Are you afraid of that?... She whispered in my ear... We fucked with my brother. I remained a few seconds surprised and immobilized by her comment. Me: Okay... I was right to answer... I'll go with you. She: Great... She squealed happily. We went shopping for summer vacation clothes. Shorts, tank tops, bikinis, etc... We went into a store and she started looking at clothes and gave me what she was going to try on. When she had several garments, we went to the fitting room. She went into the first one she found empty. That fitting room, luckily for me, had a broken lock and the door wouldn't close, so I kept an eye on it to make sure it didn't open. From time to time, she opened the door a little, so I could see her undressing, with the door between open, delighting me with her tits, as she didn't take off her panties. My cock was about to explode in my belly. She tried on the first bikini and it looked great on her. It covered just enough of her tits and the panties were almost between her buttocks. My cock kept wanting to come out. Every bikini she tried on made me hornier, until I couldn't resist any longer. I looked around and there was no one in the fitting rooms, so I walked in as she was taking off her last bikini and grabbing her from behind I fondled her tits, while kissing her neck and back. I pulled down my pants and boxer shorts and my cock jumped like a spring. My brunette bent down and getting on her knees started to blow me. Before I cum I gestured to her and released all my cum on her tits. I made her sit on the changing room bench and spreading her legs I ate her pussy until her cum flooded my mouth. We put our clothes back together and checking that no one was there, we left the fitting room and picked up the clothes she was going to buy, she paid and we left the store. On the way home, in the car, I put my hand on her crotch and started to masturbate her over her clothes, making her moan with an orgasm. We were in an almost abandoned industrial park, as most of the warehouses were closed and abandoned. I entered a dead end street. I turned off the engine and she immediately grabbed my cock over my clothes. She unbuttoned my pants, and pulling out my cock she kissed it, licked it, and put it in her mouth. I felt her lips move up and down my cock. We moved to the back of the car and as soon as she got into doggy style position, I pulled down her pants and panties and inserted it into her pussy little by little while fondling her tits under her shirt. She started moaning as soon as I put it in. After a while of pumping, I pulled it out and cum between her buttocks. She wiped it off with a klinex I always carry in the car, we pulled ourselves together and continued on our way home.