Nathan and I were at a hot  club  drinking and dancing, when we noticed a beautiful sexy looking lady out on the dance floor,  she  had  on  a  short skirt,  shear white blouse and high heels and she was dancing real sexy.  Nathan said to me, ” Man look at that doll baby,  look at those leg’s.  And I  said  back  to  him,  “Yeah and that ass! Wouldn’t you  love  to get your tongue in that  I was really  attracted to this woman,  and said,   “I have to dance with her if  I can get by her husband.”

So I went over to their table and introduced myself, then addressing Russ,  Christina’s husband,  I said,  “You have the most beautiful lady in here,  would you mind if I danced with her?.”  
 
Russ said, Sure, it’s OK with me I enjoy watching her and she wears me out anyway!”

So we started  dancing  to  a  slow  song and I can’t believe how sexy she feels,  so soft and warm, she moves in  real  close  and I can feel  her  whole body pressed against me, the scent of her is intoxicating and I start to get hard. She moves her leg in  between mine and rubs it against my dick,  her very blue eyes look  into mine, and with a sly little smile and says, “Am I the cause of that?”

I say  “Well I don’t get a chance to dance with such a beautiful and sexy woman often!”

“Thank you for the complement,  but my hubby thinks I should try to be sexier, he says I should be more daring and experimental, he says I’m not slutty enough!” 

“Maybe  tonight  would  be  a  good  time for you to experiment,  and  I’d  make  a good Guinea Pig!”  I said rather wistfully.. 

She laughs and says, “I don’t want to experiment with a Guinea Pig, I like man much better!”  

“How about two men”, I say,  “My friend Nathan over there thinks your the sexiest lady he’s ever seen, too!”   

Christina  look’s  over  at him and says,  “Wow he’s so big, sometimes I fantasize about a big black stud,  he’s certainly handsome!” Read the rest »

Time for a little fun, she said with a clever smile. Pulling a pair of leather cuffs out from the bottom dresser drawer, she turned, looked at me appraisingly, as if to say, “Are you ready.”

It had been a long time, since they had come out. It had always been her wearing them, but I wasn’t too into it, so they just never really got used again. Now it seemed that it was going to be my turn. I smiled back, wondering where this was going, but ready, ready for a change from our normal routine. I slid back against the black steel bars of our headboard, holding my hands against the corners.

She quickly straddled me, buckling the cuffs tightly and clipping them to the outermost corners. They were way out of reach and the buckles were tighter than I ever put them on her. I was pretty trapped. I got a bit of a chill, but it was followed by a strange quiver in my stomach and I could feel my cock harden quickly.

Her smile has even larger as she began to kiss my stomach, leading down to my jeans. Reaching up, she slid her hands under my shirt and ran her nails down my side, bringing them all the way down to the button on my pants, opening it and pulling down the zipper in one smooth movement. Grabbing them by my hips, she pulled both them and my boxers off at the same time, dragging them across my hard cock, letting it flip out like a spring.

Finally, after they were all the way off, she walked across the room, dropping them carelessly on the floor, and opened a drawer on her dresser. Reaching in, she pulled out 2 long cotton scarves and slowly turned around; her appraising looks suddenly a bit more serious.

My cock was hard as a rock. The feeling of being tied down, that quiver of excitement was still running through me. This was completely new. I hadn’t seen her like this before. Reaching across the baseboard, she softly touched my right ankle. I extended it out for her, offering it with a smile. She tied it pretty tight. A bit more than I expected, but not enough to hurt. She tied the other just as tight. Pulling them even tighter against the corners of the baseboard, I was left spread-eagle on the bed tightly. I could hardly struggle.

As she stripped off her clothes, doing a bit of a striptease, I waited in anticipation. Crawling up on the bed, she reached for my cock, holding it tight as she kissed and licked my waist and inner thighs.Slowly, she brought her tongue up the side of my cock and then, in one smooth motion, engulfed my cock, bringing her lips all the way to the base, the head flowing right past the back of her mouth and all the way down her throat. Grabbing my balls with one hand had supporting herself with her other, her head bobbed up and down on my cock.

Faster and faster, stroking with her fist, running her hand under my balls and stroking up and down my inner cheeks, pulling her face to the base of my cock, slamming her lips to my body. I slammed back, trying to keep up, then the reverse, I could feel myself ready to cum, I pulled back, but she wouldn’t stop, I told them to hold up, I can’t hold back; she didn’t listen. She pounded over and over, pulling her face to me, my cock passing into her throat over and over. Her breast slamming into my thigh. I convulsed like a freak. I came all the way down her throat. She sucked it so had I though she was going to pull off my cock. Keeping it all the way down her throat I came buckets right into her stomach.

Slowly, she allowed my cock to slide out of her mouth, falling off of her extended tongue. I felt both wonderfully good and quite guilty. All of this preparation and she didn’t even get a cock in her. Damn. Well, I thought, it isn’t my fault she couldn’t stop sucking my cock like that. I leaned back and shut my eyes, my cock falling to the side, shrinking back to its normal size. She kissed my inner thighs, my hips and my pelvis, ignoring my face; no kisses for me.. No cuddling, just a hell of a cocksucking. She stood up and walked out of the room.

Lying there, I closed my eyes and fell into an exhausted, post orgasmic sleep. Soon I felt a mouth on my cock. I smiled, not opening my eyes. I could feel kisses on my neck, but the blow-job didn’t stop. My gut did a quick flip as I opened my eyes, startled. Niki was kissing my neck, blocking my view. Who the hell was sucking my cock.

She pulled back, a huge grin on her face, she moved to show me. It was her best friend, Monica, naked, sucking slowly up and down my cock. Holy Shit. She was so hot it was just crazy. My semi hard cock got a sudden burst of energy. Niki leaned over and dangled her breast over my mouth. I sucked furiously, bucking my hips into Monica’s mouth, feeling the back of her throat. Good Lord, that was a hell of a surprise.

The breast pulled back. Niki rolled over onto the side of the bed and slid under Monica’s chest, Monica dropping her breast into Niki’s mouth. That was a first. Niki pulled her down to her, sucking like crazy, reaching between her legs, kneading her mound. Monica lifted one knee onto the bed, the other foot on the floor. I watched as Niki slid a finger into her, then two. Monica began to fuck her fingers, sucking and fucking. I struggled, wishing I could feel Monica’s breast, wishing I had a better view.

I arched my back, closing my eyes and feeling the sexual fantasy a few feet away. What seemed only a moment later, I felt Niki leave, looking up, I saw her, walking toward Monica, wearing a strap-on, walking up behind Monica, leaning down and sliding in into her. Monica shifted back, not stopping her tremendous blow-job, pushing the dildo into her, Niki leaned forward, lying up against her back, buckling her knees and thrusting the dildo into Monica with… with… with a practiced deftness. This wasn’t a first. This wasn’t new. Oh God, I was so fucking turned on.

My wrists were straining against the cuffs, Monica suddenly stopped sucking, pressing both hands against the bed, pushing against Niki as she pounded against her. Both moaning like animals. Pulling apart, Monica swung her legs over me, dropping herself directly onto my cock. Oh my god she was soaking wet. Her pussy was like a pool of hot liquid, squeezing me, pulsing with her convulsions and thrusts. Niki pulled herself up onto me as well. Straddling me, her back to Monica, the dildo wavering ominously in front of me, slapping against my chest as Monica bounced up and down on me.

Monica pulled her hands around Niki’s breasts, kneading me, pinching and twisting her nipples. Niki’s cunt was oozing across my chest, Monica leaned farther and farther forward, the dildo slid up, now pressing itself against my neck, My whole body now sliding up as their slamming rhythm gyrated, my own struggling pulling up, the bonds on my ankles stretching. Niki reached forward, grabbing the headboard, the dildo, now hitting my cheek, my eyes looking down on it apprehensively. Somehow it was turning me on. This dildo, sliding against me, the wet juice of Monica coating my face.

Niki looked down at me, “Suck it.”

I paused, barely being able to keep up with Monica. 

“Suck it you Bitch!” she reached down and pressed the cock against my lips. It was hot. soft. wet. I opened my mouth and let it slide on my tongue. The taste of pussy overwhelming. She pressed it in and out of my mouth. It was so real. I knew it was just rubber, but I could feel the veins, the head, the heat, the firm softness, the pussy juice ran down my chin as she pushed harder.

My eyes were tearing as it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but she kept pushing. “Swallow it, swallow that cock.”

I don’t know how, but I managed to start to swallow. She pushed it right down my throat. I gagged, but no sound came out. The cock was filling my throat. She pulled back, but pressed it right back in. Over and over. My eyes were tearing so much I couldn’t see. The gagging had stopped. I began to push into it. I began to suck, pounding right back.

She pulled back, “That’s good, good. Did you like that, did you like sucking cock?”

I stared up, my eyes streaming, unfocused, “Y-yes.”

“Say it, tell me what you like,” she said firmly.

“I-I like it…”

She reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off the headboard. “SAY IT! Say, ‘I like to suck COCK.’”

“I like it! I liked sucking cock,” I stammered.

Monica had stopped, lying next to me, her eyes closed after having had a huge orgasm with out me even noticing. Niki slid back, down between my knees. Monica bent over, and took my cock back into her mouth.

I could feel the juices of her orgasm and saliva covering me. I was soaked with their slime. Her forearm holding her up, Monica slowly sucked my aching organ. Niki leaned forward and pressed the head of that strap-on against my ass.

Holy shit… no, that wasn’t gonna happen. I pulled back as far as I could, but the bonds held me. I had pulled myself up on the bed so far that the bonds on my legs were stretched tight. She pressed harder. The juice covering me didn’t help, it just guided it in. Monica, was holding me still while she sucked.

“Just deal with it” she said with a grin. I had no choice, I couldn’t hold my self up forever, I fell back, right onto the dildo. It hurt like hell. I pulled back again. “What the fuck!?”

“Shut up!” she said, giving me a sudden push. Ouch, fuck! “Just let it in…”

I had no choice, I was exhausted. I couldn’t hold myself up. I loosened up and allowed it in. The cock pressed in farther. She pulled back, but pushed in again. I tried to pull back, but she followed. Now I had to let it in further. She was forcing me to fuck it. Forcing me to push it into myself.

In is slid, further and further. The rhythm of my short escapade beginning to mimic normal sex. Monica’s sucking began to speed up. Deep-throating me. I pressed myself onto the cock. All the way in. I let it in. I allowed it to fuck me. I fucked back. I closed my eyes. Pretending it wasn’t happening while fucking back into it, enjoying it. Fucking. Thrusting, bucking.

Suddenly a blindfold came across my eyes and was tied tight. The fucking and sucking continued. A heavy body got onto the bed and straddled me. It was masculine. It was no woman. I couldn’t move. He was to fuckin heavy. his cock slapped my cheek.

I heard Niki, “Suck it! Suck that cock.”

I was confused. I don’t know what happened, but I just opened my mouth and let this huge cock slide in. It didn’t taste like pussy. It rode up along my tongue, filling my mouth, hitting my throat. Pressing hard against the back… I opened up my throat and let it down. It was long. Oh God it was so long. All the way down. I suddenly felt his balls on my chin. Pulling part way out, he was still down my throat, push back pull out, slapping against my chin. Niki’s fucking my ass was crazy, I pushed in and out, the cock pushed in, I couldn’t see.

The dildo pulled out of my ass entirely. The bed shifted again. The dildo was back. Bigger, hotter, strong arms pulled me on it. I pushed back. I knew this was it. I knew it was a real cock. I was sucking like a madman. I jammed down on this cock pushing it in, pushing it pushed back, balls slapping on me, the cock in my mouth filling me, the cock in my ass pushing, filling… “Oh God fuck! Fuck!” Slam. “Suck it! Oh fuck. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!”

Clenching down, I felt my balls convulse, My ass squeezed that cock as it pushed in farther than ever. The mouth in my cock pulled back and a hand stroked it like crazy. The cock in my mouth exploded, cum filling my throat, my mouth, shooting out of the corners of my cheeks. My own cum blasted out like a geyser, flying across my own chest, Pulsing, I could feel the cock in my ass expand and get hot. Cum was filling me. My own cum, again, flying across my chest.

Both cocks pulled out slowly. The hand left my cock. I lay there, soaked sweat, juices and cum. The bed shifted as people got off. I was dizzy, seeing stars. I don’t remember what was happening. I passed out. Alone on the bed. Tied down, not even realizing that they weren’t done. I wasn’t done.

The office was quiet when she entered. She was nervous, as she had never been to see this doctor before and it was such a personal matter.

She rang the bell on the desk then and waited. In a few minutes a tall, well built men entered and smiled at her. She had never been as absolutely taken with a man on first sight before.

“May I help you?” he asked.

“Yes, I am here to see the Doctor?”

“Ah, good, why don’t you come right in?”

He led her into the back office and into a small examining room. It had all the standard stuff in it. 

“Disrobe and put on a robe, please,” he said, leaving the room. “The Doctor will be with you in a few moments.”

She stripped then waited for the doctor. Her problem was sex. She had been unable to orgasm with her new husband, no matter how hard she tried. She had been faking it since their honeymoon and was now desperate for a solution. For the last six months she had been masturbating in the bathtub or in bed after he left for work, her only release.  Read the rest »

Atlanta has a large Indian/Pakistani community, which is a boon for fans of South Asian men like me. There are also a lot of Indian students here on visas, though of course there aren’t as many as there were a few years ago.

A month or so ago, I decided to hang out at a university in the downtown area to see if I could find some action. Although I had had sex with a couple of Indian and Pakistani men before, I hadn’t gone cruising like this and was unsure what the results would be.

After a fruitless afternoon spent loitering the library and the campus, I decided it was time to give up and go home.

By now it began to rain heavily, as it often does this time of year. I waited with a group of students just inside the doorway for the rain to subside. One of the guys standing next to me was Indian. He was a little older than most of the students, perhaps in his early thirties. He was about 5′7″, had a stocky build, a dark complexion, and a neatly trimmed goatee. Read the rest »

The following is an actual true to life experience brought to you in a layman’s writing style. My wife Cheryl and I would like to share our sexual  experiences with your readers. This is a second marriage for both us and when Cheryl and I began dating  we were also dating others as well.   

Cheryl and I began sleeping together on our first date, actually we had returned to her apartment after a movie, and while I was trying to get up the nerve to try something she started rubbing my cock through my pants. Feeling it’s swelling she unzipped my trousers and gave me the best blowjob I’d ever had. And to make things even better she wasn’t a spitter, and swallowed every drop from me.

I knew that if she would go down on me on our first date that she was also doing the same for the other men she was dating but we were not as yet in love with each other so it really didn’t matter to me. In fact I found the idea of her screwing other men strangely arousing. Read the rest »

I’m a southern girl; I grew up around blacks all my life, and even though there’s always been a barrier between the races I’ve had a secret desire to fuck some of the black studs I knew in school and around our neck of the woods.

So at the age of 29 after seven years of marriage, when my husband and I felt it was time to add some spice to our lives and it wasn’t a huge jump for me to think about making my secret fantasy a reality. My husband, Tony, after looking at all the stuff I’d downloaded for the past year or so seemed very aroused by interracial sex, and wife sharing in general. We had fantasized about having one or another black man I knew in a threesome many times when we fucked.

Then one day Tony began suggesting that he would really like to see me fuck a black men. I didn’t know how to go about finding the right guy, I didn’t want to catch any nasty diseases and since I wasn’t into the bar scene I didn’t really know any of the black men in our area. Read the rest »

Jaimy was off on another adventure. She could not believe how her life changed after meeting the mysterious man on the internet. Jaimy’s husband, Lorenzo frequently worked late at night. Jaimy entertained herself by going in and out of adult chat rooms on the internet. 

Over a month ago, Jaimy met her mysterious man in one of those chat rooms. She was reluctant to comply with his demands to email him separately. After all, Jaimy was a 33-year-old Mother of three children. Although she kept herself in great shape with a daily exercise routine, she and Lorenzo were very conservative in bed, always making love in the missionary position. 

Jaimy was a room mother for her children’s school and attended church every Sunday. Entering into a relationship with a stranger via email was just out of her character. Still, Jaimy was drawn to his firm tone in his email and continued to email him. 

He never identified himself as anything but Lady Killer and Jaimy was required to call him, “Master” in all of her emails. Lady Killer was very direct and sexual with her, something she did not experience with her husband but found herself wanting.

Jaimy’s relationship with Lady Killer began innocently enough until he started sending her off on adventures. At Lady Killer’s instructions, Jaimy never worn a bra now and always wore thongs. She had never owned a pair of thongs until her emails with Lady Killer. He would make her dress slutty and send her on little adventures in the nearby town where Jaimy did not know anyone.  Read the rest »

After about two months of sending e-mails back and forth, we have agreed to meet. That afternoon you receive a package at work. There is a blood red rose attached to the package by lace. You pull at one of the ends, and lift the cover. After you pull up the top, you see a card placed on top of the contents. You carelessly put the top of the box back on, and as your heart starts to flutter, you go and shut the door to your office. You go back to the box that I sent you, and open it again, this time taking the time to read the card. “I wanted you to have something special to wear tonight. I can’t wait to finally see you. Be ready by 6:00 Love, Ejac.” 

You put the card aside and pull out the black velvet dress with small roses embroidered in it. You hold it up against your body, and twirl around your office, the light fabric brushing against your cheek. You wonder quietly to yourself what my touch is going to feel like. Will I be soft and tender, will I be strong and rough? Will I gently kiss your neck just above your collarbone; right where it tickles just slightly, Will I wrap my arms around you and squeeze you so you can feel the strength in my arms and chest? Will I offer sweet nothings in your ear or command you around like a slave? As you stand there with your new dress daydreaming about our night together, you start to feel a tingle in your belly, and realize that you are starting to get wet in anticipation.  Read the rest »

I consider myself to be very lucky. Debby, my wife, is the most amazing woman I have ever met. She’s smart and funny, loving and kind. There are days when she makes me laugh so hard my sides feel like bursting. She is everything I ever wanted in a woman, and that’s not to mention the way she looks. Oh boy! 

When we’re out and about men turn and stare at Debby. They notice her long lithe legs, her luscious breasts, and her silky black hair, which cascades down around her shoulders. Yep, I’m one lucky guy. 

Compared to some of my previous girlfriends, Debby is also a bit of a nympho. We have sex at least once a day, more if we can get the kids out of the way. We have enjoyed toys and videos, and we have even had sex in places that others might find a bit kinky (that time in one of the cubicles in the ladies at the local pub was wild!).

But it was an ex-girlfriend, Holly, who gave me the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I don’t hide this from Debby. I’ve told her all about it more than once. We both get off on it, so much so that we’ve even talked about trying to recreate the experience. It all happened one summer, eight long years ago, when I was just twenty. Read the rest »

In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however this year, Cara felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on. Carson and Dylan were talking and drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit. They had been friends for over fifteen years. They had been college roommates whose friendship had been furthered when they married girls that were also close friends. 

Dylan was especially watchful as his friend’s wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back. Since Cara was lying with her head toward the cockpit, he enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage. On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, he thought he saw a nipple. Dylan was already enjoying the trip. 

It was early September. They were making their annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where they would leave the boat for the winter. Usually there were four of them, but this year, due to a work related issue, Dylan’s wife, Ella, was not able to go. The others thought they should reschedule the trip, however Ella wouldn’t hear of it. Ella teasingly asked Cara to watch out for Dylan. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he behaves,” Cara said.

The first day had been fairly quiet. They had spent the early morning provisioning and making last minute adjustments to the boat. They had left Beaufort about noon. It had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day so Cara had gotten on her bikini and laid on the deck, getting a little sun. 

Around four, as the sun lost its tanning rays, Cara retied her top and announced that she would start some dinner. Carson teased her, that being the only wife on board, she had to do all the wifely chores. 

She teased him back by putting her arm around Dylan and saying “Sounds good. I might enjoy a few of my duties.” 

Carson laughed and quickly responded, “I didn’t mean that!”

Cara and Dylan chorused, “Damn, too bad!!”

They were all very fun loving. Even though each of the women had experienced a number of lovers before meeting their husbands, they were good and faithful wives. However, marriage had not stopped any of them from flirting. The two couples were so flirtatious with each other that someone who did not know them would have trouble determining who was married to whom.  Read the rest »

Her breathing shallow, gasping slightly, the sensations running through her body so exquisite it’s almost as though she’s floating.  Still fighting to remain in control, her orgasm very near, her lover, her master, has given her an option, a command really.  This weekend, if she gives herself completely over to his desires, his pleasures, his satisfaction, in the end, when he’s ready, she’ll receive her pleasures.  It’s been over a month since her last orgasm, although she’s been excited, ready to burst, she’s been denied.  Having felt him release into her body many times during this past month, she’s been denied her pleasure, well that may not be completely true, she’s been denied her orgasmic release, pleasure, she’s had lots of pleasure, more than ever before, she’s just not been allowed to feel that grand finish she so craves. Read the rest »

Awhile ago, I talked to this 38 year old marry man named Curtis. Curtis was toned, very good looking, and Latin. I really wanted to get with him for awhile, and one morning I was logged on the net till like 3:00 am and he popped on. It was his time to go to work, but we talked and set up something for the following day. I was psyched.

Even though, he’s a little older than me (I’m 18); he’s very hot and I just wanted to have him inside me. The plans were, for me to have sex with him though, two of his buddies had to get in me too. I was cool with that.

The next day, I woke up and got myself ready for abusing my ass was going to take in the next couple hours. I got to Aaron’s house, who was Curtis’s friend, at like 9am. It was very early and he lived in a highly residential neighborhood and it seemed like every lawn was getting cut around him. So, I get in and Aaron had a very good body, was about 40 years old - we start small talking and he told me Curtis was going to be late, because he was trying to find another buddy of his to come. Read the rest »

It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang. 

I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,” she said, “This is Camila. Is Alex there?” 

How nice! I thought, a sweet sexy sounding woman’s voice to talk to. But she was asking for another guy. 

“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, “but you’ve got the wrong number.” I hung up. But that voice stayed on my mind and I wondered what she looked like.

Minutes later the phone rang again. When I answered it I was surprised and pleased to hear her voice again. She asked the same question. Only this time, I thought I would be a bit flirtatious, and see what happened. 

“No, Camila…. Alex isn’t here but if you don’t mind my saying, I truly love your voice and I’d love to entertain you even though I’m not Alex.” 

She laughed at my response and asked my name. 

“I’m Robert. But you can call me Bob.” 

She giggled a little and said, “Well, Bob. Your voice sounds pretty sexy.” 

We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a lot about each other. Camila told me that she was a 39-year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainer at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking for her friend, Alex, to spend a few hours with to relieve her of her misery.  Read the rest »

I had only met David earlier that week, in a local bar and grill. I was alone, and so was he. We began to talk as we ate and drank, and learned we had many common interests. For one, he had a sailboat and I loved to sail but had no boat. 

As we continued to talk, the TV over the bar showed a short segment on hypnotism. I said I was trying to learn hypnotism, while David expressed skepticism that it was even real. One thing led to another. We moved to a booth in the far corner and I was able to hypnotize him and leave a post-hypnotic suggestion in his mind. I woke him, said it was no use, that I couldn’t hypnotize him, and we finished our drinks while arranging to go sailing on the coming weekend.

Saturday morning was clear and warm, but nearly windless. Still, I convinced David that we should go out. Perhaps the wind would pick up later in the morning. We motored out miles from land and other boat traffic. Perfect for privacy, I thought to myself.

David was standing by the tiller, steering with his right hand and talking. He was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and boating shoes. He had a good slim physique, and the bulge in his shorts held my interest. Here goes, I thought. Then, aloud: “David-boy, David-boy, the sailorman.”  Read the rest »

“This is perverted.” Alley thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Alley, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie kept fighting the urge to peek.  Images of being caught peeking in flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too. Of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Alley quietly opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare room.  Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.
  
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see Bob kneeling behind his girlfriend, Kristy, who was also Alley’s friend.  Bob had a handful of Kristy’s hair, from behind, and his body was pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Kristy’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Kristy was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip.  Alley felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs.
 
Bob moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Kristy with a long, even movement.  Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Alley’s friend, and her hips move back instinctively, forcing Bob’s shaft deep inside her. Read the rest »