Ass To Mouth


Best Friends

They were friends for over 30 years, you could say best friends, sharing every conversations, and at time in great depths. It was one of those mind meeting conversations the start of the fantasy was created. This was to be the most imaginative venture they had ever come up with. I'm a smaller slender male, 5'7", 180 lbs,32" waist, and I must say not in bad shape for the age of 55, a slight belly and receding hair line.

Stranger From The Net Fucking My Wife Hard

Having tried several MFM threesomes and a touch of fem on fem we decided to find some horny hung rampant male to claim all my wife's holes as his own. We trawled the net looking for mr right and finally found one, a soldier called Mark from Yorkshire. We chatted on line for a few weeks and exchanged photos of various body parts before we decided to meet, one Saturday night. We decided to defuzz and remove all pubic hair before he came over at nine pm that same evening. We had plans of dp, spit roast and lots of other stuff all involving two cocks and various objects then disaster struck. I had an allergic reaction to the veet and burnt my cock.

Wartime Comforts

After the monstrous Chaos Space Marines had attacked Manorus 4 of the Manorian Star System, Private Drax Weston had been sent out with the third company to protect the planet and it's humanoid occupants. The battle had lasted nearly three weeks but the Adeptus Astartes were successful in pushing the two platoons of world invaders out of the star system. There were nearly sixty casualties and thirty deaths in the Marine's ranks but the mission was deemed a success. The efforts of one upcoming hero in particular caught General Flanning's attention. Pvt. Weston had witnessed his commanding officer's Rhino evaporate under harsh photon fire.

Leanne (Chapter three)

Barry was indeed, able to cobble together a group of his friends who jumped at the chance of fucking Leanne. After all, the girl was a legend in the pub and was the subject of conversation and conjecture almost nightly, usually with a good amount of embroidery to the story. Her fame had not diminished in the slightest. And, like fishermen's exaggeration of dimensions, Leanne was capable of swallowing twelve inches of throbbing gristle. Reality says that she managed, perhaps, six inches at best. What wasn't embellished at all, was her willingness to accept cum, in copious amounts. The problem proved to be a location suitable for the occasion.

Leanne (chapter two)

"Where the fucking hell have you be..." Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo, his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck. "What the fuck happened to you?" He yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. "Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you're covered in goo. Where have you been?""Having a fucking good time." She answered and pushed past him. "What is that supposed to mean?" But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor. "It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.

April

April is a successful young lady. Has no shortage of money and to all intents and purposes, is switched on and in tune. But, she has a darker side, a reckless abandon that threatens to ruin her health and life. Sooner or later, April will find herself in a situation that will prove to be one step too far... or, she will be saved from her self by exactly the same situation but with a far better outcome.

Bi curious? Not any more

Bi-Curious? Not anymore. Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let's say I'm in my later forties. It is an out an out lie, but for the sake of my ego, please bare with me. I have been married to the same woman since I turned 19. You do the math, but it equates to very many years. During this time, we have managed to produce a couple of kids, bring them up and got shot of them as they branched out on their own.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned....." Awakening. The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of "Hail Mary's" by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was.

Interview with a rapist

Interview with a rapist. Imagine an interview room, painted green and cream as so often is the decor of the Police and municipal buildings. Imagine a stainless steel table, square, shiny from use and bolted to the floor. Three chairs surround the stained table top, cheap aluminium, easily replaced. Two large Police detectives face a grubby little man, unshaven, dirty and somewhat dishevelled from the poor treatment he alleges he received at the time of his arrest. The following is the one sided responses to their questioning:It didn't start out that way, just sort of happened. I didn't leave my house thinking I am going to go out and rape the shit out of someone today.