A Right Royal Rogering

It'd been a few weeks since Evan had fucked Dan's wife for the first time. Ever since then he couldn't get the excitement out of his mind of meeting with her behind everyone's back. He was a bit of a douchebag, but the ladies loved that anyway, so it was no skin off his back. Confidence was everything. He sat at home with his feet up on the coffee table, his phone in one hand and a can of beer in the other. Mandy lay in front of him in a downward dog pose atop a turquoise yoga mat, waving her rear in the air in nothing but her underwear but there was only one thing he had on his mind. Noel had just sent him a message. 'You free tonight babe? Dan is out with the boys tonight, so we've got a free house.' He tapped away with a reply almost immediately. 'That sounds like a great time to me. I'll be over as soon as I can.' Dan glanced up at his wife's ass, scanning the outline of her pussy pressed up against her panties. He'd love to get her

Tammi kneeled before me; I smiled, "Take off your shorts and top." Tammi stood and slinked off her (girly) top and shorts, revealing a sexy little bikini, with tie-strings at the sides. He/she was so cute. "That's your favorite?" "Yes Mistress," said Tammi. "I mostly wore this bikini with the girls. It was their favorite. It gave me the best tan lines." "Show me your tan lines." Tammi smiled, and lowered the bottom, (and out popped her hardening cock), then pulled the bra strings, and it fell away. I'd never imagined a boy/girl could be so cute. Her flat boyish breasts highlighted with little white triangles....her cute little boy boobies. "Turn around," I said. Her pouty little butt had the cutest bikini tan. I just wanted to grasp each cheek...(Rex would be doing that soon enough). Across Tammi's back was a clear bra line, and a smaller white line on the back of her neck, (partially hidden by Tammi's should

This is a continuing story, please see : Emma's stiletto seduction Emma's stiletto seduction Pt. 02 Emma's stiletto seduction Pt. 03 Comments welcome They'd had sex before, but this was different. They were outside for one, finding themselves in a shelter on the promenade of an English seaside town. It was late, past midnight, with dark skies and still a hint of rain in the air. It threatened more. A tall middle aged man was standing over his partner. It had been a matter of weeks since he had learned that an average, rather boring work colleague was actually a lifelong transvestite called Emma. He had not planned this, and it was somewhat of a surprise to find he had just been sucked off for the third time in four days. A small, goth transvestite was sitting quietly. It had only been a matter of weeks after she'd had a dream about an average, rather boring work colleague from accounts. On Wednesday she had made a successful attempt to seduce him. She had just suc

"So, this is your fiance?" I walked a predatory circle around the young man in front of me. He was heroic in his proportions, with huge legs, arms, shoulders, and a massive, muscular ass. His skin was milky white, other than a few stripes of red on his ass, chest, and beefy thighs, and his head was covered by a latex gimp mask, which only offered a hole through which I could see some plump, pink lips wrapped around a black rubber ball gag. He breathed noisily through two small holes aligned with his nostrils, and I heard him passively whimpering in his deep, soft voice, as if humming along to the mantra of some incomprehensibly deep submissive meditation. His thighs were fastened to his calves with several straps of sturdy leather, forcing him to sit on his heels. His legs were dutifully spread, and between his legs was a pulsing nub locked into brushed steel, held in place by thick prince albert and guiche rings. The restrained cock lifted the cock cage out in front of the

In the summer of 1975, I and three of my college friends decided to each buy one of those $175 Greyhound Ameripasses available then. For that price, one could ride anywhere in the system over the course of a month. We had seen those ads with Fred McMurray, of all people, urging people to Go Greyhound. So we did. Except, with all of that traveling power in our hands, we over-planned the trip. We left New York's Port Authority Bus Terminal on July 1st. After that, we took a hugely circuitous route that eventually brought us to Yellowstone, then Salt Lake City, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. Three times we rented cars to go to Yellowstone, Yosemite, and the Grand Canyon. Of course, that gave us way too much time on the buses and not enough at our various destinations. One doesn't realize how large this country is until one is slowly, painfully crossing it in a land vehicle. And unlike a train, there was nowhere to go inside a bus. There were meal stops, usually three of those p