A bit of whimsy about how a married young man discovers his true identity. For well over 4 years Tom had been fucking my wife Cindy on a regular basis. Not only was I aware, and not only did I condone their activities, I sometimes joined them. But only in a periphery role. That role was clean-up man. I think by now we all know what that entails. First, lick the bull’s cock, then, and only when he is satisfied that I’d done my job well was I permitted to suck my reward from Cin’s cunt. When something like that goes on for so long, it’s bound to be exposed.…

I’m only seven months older than my stepbrother. I had often seen him naked and he had seen me, in the same way, many times as we grew up together. As we reached our mid-teens, we would both masturbate in our own rooms, privately.One day, however, I was home from school in my room, naked, lying on my bed masturbating and had forgotten that I hadn’t closed my door. I was in the heat of passion and moaning when my step-brother arrived home. He was standing in my doorway watching me deeply engaged in my moment of pleasure with my eyes shut tight, engrossed in getting myself off.He came in,…

I had been polishing my skateboard on the front porch when my best friend Stevie came by on his mountain bike. He had just finished his paper round. I was gingerly positioning an image of the Cuban flag across the base of the board.”Fancy riding downtown? There’s something I want to show you in Jake’s deli.””Sure, as soon as I’ve finished this transfer.”I fetched my bike from the garage and called out to tell Mom I was going off with Stevie. “So what’s up?””Wait and see, Lawrence. But I’ll give you a clue: I’ve been taking French lessons.”I nearly crashed my bike into the side of Mom’s car. “You’ve been WHAT?”But…

Between my junior and senior year of college, I got the offer to do an ecology internship deep in the woods of New England. I jumped at the chance, knowing it would be a great educational experience as well as an excellent networking opportunity, and who wouldn’t want to spend three months getting paid to hang out in the woods? So come the end of finals in May, I packed up my Jeep and drove up into the deep woods. My grandparents lived in a similar environment in a different New England state, so I spent much of my childhood in places like this and loved spending time in the woods…

“I’m curious.”Bobbie looked up from the sink. Behind her was Karen Majors, the supervisor for a different department than the one she worked in. “About?”Karen smiled, “You were getting out of your car next to me this morning. I wasn’t looking on purpose, but I saw a shiny purple jewel where I wouldn’t have expected to see one.”Bobbie’s face flushed as she tried to demure, but as she was told on several occasions, she should never ever play poker because she lacked a poker face.“It’s okay, Bobbie, I said I was just curious.”Bobbie found her voice, “Curious about what?”“It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing and…

I sat in a smallish office in one of two chairs on the receiving side of a large oak desk. I perched on the edge of my chair. Felt the rancor and frustration of the man sitting next to me and my heart fluttered in my chest in panic. The sensation was intensified by the restrictive corset that seemed to force my lungs up towards my throat in its quest to push my breasts up onto a platter for any passing man to ogle.I berated myself for so many bad choices. Why? Why could I simply not be quiet and do as I’m told? Other people (other women I correct…

I am Fred an old piss-fetish guy who is also a devotee of old grannies preferably fat and hairy. In my 60 years, I have only ever found an old gal who also shared my fetish, so I am trying one last time to find another. Of course, my only way was a contact site and I found one that included some nice old ladies up to 80 would you believe? My profile read; Nice, fit old guy 70plus with large bladder, would like to meet a mature lady for lasting satisfying watery friendship. Looks and body size are not important, but being willing to be adventurous is. I attached…

With Grace and Lexi joining us, this company got too large for me. That they can all use me excited three people the most–Hazel, Grace and Lexi, the three people who hadn’t used me, apparently. Hazel had, but not to the utmost depth. Coming this far, it was now a long night, but that didn’t bother me as much as the excitement around me. It was a loud chattering that could bring unwanted attention, but they didn’t seem to care. They were immersed in the moment and only cared about having me as entertainment. Mistress was a hero for owning me and having me serve her and her friends. Hazel…

This is a tale of the daily struggles of the Scarlet Troopers, my names Emma I’m a Captain and leader of a squad of highly trained and highly motivated fit young female horse mounted soldiers, we wear uniforms that intimidate our enemies and show them how lithe and athletic we are. The uniform is the envy of our adversaries it consists of a skintight red lycra catsuit, black leather riding boots, black leather belt, black cropped jackets and riding helmets. Our female assets are on full display the jackets finish at the waist so our bottoms and lycra clad vaginas can be seen by all, this shows the other women…

There are two versions of this story- Route 1 and Route 2 This is Route 1 Its typically Bazzle- there is smoking and drinking. Please let me know which version you like. As ever I have read through this several times, some gramma will have slipped through the net. Life Decisions- Adult Beginnings Laura’s Route 1 Chapter 1 Home Time Laura slowly brought her car on to the driveway, the black tyres crunching loudly as they gripped the grey granite gravel chippings. She wiggled her hips forwards and with a huff at the extra effort, pressed her chest firmly against the groaning seatbelt. It was all an attempt trying to…