Cum Swallowing


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.

First fuck at the new home

We had just moved across town to a fairly new and nice subdivision. Soon we were invited to a meet and greet at the home of one of the neighbors. Basically, a human form of what dogs call butt sniffing. Neighbors complimented us on our lovely house and what not. Cindy let it be known that the privacy of the swimming pool, backing up to a "nature preserve" clinched it for her, saying that anyone who wanted to "peek in" would have to subject themselves to standing in a mosquito infested swamp. I think she had just told everyone that we ran around nude in the pool area. No big deal, who doesn't. She then said that our friends loved that about the place too.

Ron gets to fuck Cindy

We had met Ron and Kat at a neighborhood meet and greet. We had quickly established that the four of us were swingers and they had invited Cindy and I to their home that evening along with a few other friends. Kat and Cindy had agreed that the first party fuck of the evening would be the four of us. I had fulfilled my mission, spurting my first load of the evening into Kat. Kat had sucked on my cock for a while and both Ron and I were hoping for me to cum in her mouth as he watched and as Kat's cunt was being pounded by another "guest". But her pussy had greater need so I followed her request and stuck my cock into the pool of cum already inside her. Ron was more of a watcher than I was.

Wet Dreams

I know there has to be something wrong with this apartment. No one rents out a huge loft like this for one-tenth of the market value unless it's haunted or something. But since I haven't found a steady job yet, I don't really have a lot of options. This is all that I can afford. I search the place thoroughly, but I can't find anything obviously wrong with it -- no rats, no roaches, no bloodstains, and the plumbing and electricity both work. I go to bed feeling extremely lucky. When I wake up, though, it's a different story. My asshole is sore, like I've been ridden hard, but I broke up with my boyfriend months ago and haven't been laid since.

Rough Intercourse

I walked towards you slowly, I looked around to size up the environment before I slammed you against the wall with my hands squeezing your wrists holding you to the wall. The adrenaline had began pumping and I made sure I controlled my breathing as the adrenaline continued to flow. I tightened my grip on you and noticed the numerous photos of you on the wall, I noticed the cute innocent photos of the younger self and now looked at the vicious wild sexual animal portrayed in front of me who's only need was sex as you growled at me and tried to fight out of the position. I looked smug as I showed my strength as I overpowered you and kept you tight against the wall.

Sexual Experiences in the Shower!

I approached your house and knocked on your door, as I stood on your doorstep in the cold, I saw a slither of light protruding through the doorframe, there was no answer but the door was slightly ajar so I entered. I slowly opened the door and I quickly reached the top of the stairs, I turned right and approached her room, I walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor- her tank top and shorts and her lacey bra and underwear too. This led me to the conclusion that she was in the shower, so I quickly left her room and approached the bathroom and I knew from previous experiences that the lock on the door didn't work and also she had a phobia of being locked in a place.

The night on the beach

My hands ran over your body, as I cuddled you tightly, telling you that nothing would ever shock you again. I whispered in my ear for the go ahead and you nodded, I began to run my hands slowly down your body. Reaching your thighs and slowly running my fingers down them, I moved my hand up your dress to massage the inside of your thigh. I did it slowly, starting on the inside of your knee and moving inwards towards your body. I reached your groin area and stopped movement but I left it lingering. I began to kiss you passionately, slipping my tongue inside and began to touch your tongue with mine. Your hands ran down my body, unbuckling my belt and pull it off.

A night of pleasure

I walked towards you slowly, I looked around to size up the environment before I slammed you against the wall with my hands squeezing your wrists holding you to the wall. The adrenaline had began pumping and I made sure I controlled my breathing as the adrenaline continued to flow. I tightened my grip on you and noticed the numerous photos of you on the wall, I noticed the cute innocent photos of the younger self and now looked at the vicious wild sexual animal portrayed in front of me who's only need was sex as you growled at me and tried to fight out of the position. I looked smug as I showed my strength as I overpowered you and kept you tight against the wall.

Lady with a twist

I remember when Cindy, my wife, long time wife with a huge appetite for cock, had wanted to go to a hotel bar, pick up a guy, a complete stranger, and fuck him. Boy is that ever a short synopsis. I wrote a story about one of those adventures, something about wives who fuck other men. But not all sex stories in my world are about Cindy. Hey, I'm not a bad looking guy, I dress nice, talk nice, I get my share of attention. She just gets a lot more cock than I get pussy. But, that's the way it works. I even think she got more pussy than I did. Anyway, I was out of town on business, nice hotel-convention center actually, and depending on the convention, a certain kind of "girl" showed up.

The woman down the street

There was an older man who lived across the street and a few doors away. I dont think I ever spoke to him, but we nodded and gave each other small smiles. He walked without a cane, but slowly. Still he was tall, thin had a full head of hair and showed all the signs of once having been a good looking man. I was pretty sure he lived alone. After a while I saw him less and less frequently, and I suspected he might be ill, or worse. Then one day I saw a newer sportier car in his driveway parked next to his aging Lincoln. It seemed logical that this was one of his children, having come to look after things, or worse.