*The Worm Turns

Intro:*

As you remember in the last saga my husband had begged me to turn him into a cuckold. As things turned out I found out that he wanted to see me fucking other men, and not just any men, but black men with big black cocks. It was a torturous decision for me, but as I loved Billy so much I finally made contact with a black man on Billy”s favorite adult web page, and ended up making a date with Jamul M. Washington that lasted the whole weekend. And that weekend my husband, dressed in a sissy French Maid”s costume became my favorite cuckold, and I in return became his favorite dirty white married slut for black cock. (more…)

I kissed my way back up Sarah’s body until our lips brushed together. She opened her mouth to taste herself on my lips and tongue. Her legs went around my waist. She shifted until my hardness pressed against her juicy gash and her petals opened around me. The swollen tip of my manhood pushed inside her.

“Do it to me, Jim. This time I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me hard, to slam your big cock deep into my pussy and make me scream and beg for more. Fuck me, Jim, fuck me hard… now.” (more…)

“Authors Note: This is the conclusion of a two part story. Although this story stands on its own, you might be interested in reading the first part, Wet Miranda’s Sperm Swap.

The story so far: I am having group sex with my boyfriend Rick, my friend Donna, and her boyfriend Sam. Donna and I are exploring a kink called sperm-swapping, which is the act of sharing come. Donna gave my boyfriend Rick a blow-job. Instead of swallowing his come, she dripped it into my mouth before we French kissed; then I swallowed my boyfriend’s come out of her mouth. We then switched partners, and I gave her boyfriend Sam a blow-job. Finally, I dripped Sam’s come into Donna’s mouth before kissing her and then watching her swallow her boyfriend’s come out of my mouth. For the next round, Donna wanted to simply switch partners and do the same thing again. I had a more kinky idea, which you will soon be reading about…” (more…)

Amsterdam was soon over and all six of us returned to our daily routines and I”ll bet the others, like me, soon started to think of the things that had happened and that might happen in the future.

As it turned out James was the one who phoned me one morning and suggested some lunch so that we could chat over “a little idea” he had.

I was intrigued and very soon we were sat at a pub by the river enjoying real good food and an excellent bottle of red wine. “Do you remember Mary and that black dildo in Amsterdam?” James asked, “Certainly,” I replied “she was still talking about it when we got home, telling me how good it felt and how she would like to try the real thing”. (more…)

I awoke with an erection. This didn’t surprise me much, as I could feel Lily’s lips wrapped around my cock. Her head was bobbing with a practiced, easy motion, and I let my hands stray down to get tangled in her uncombed, reddish brown hair. I looked around and found that Molly was next to me, upside-down in the sleeping bag. I lifted the covers a bit and peeked inside. Lily’s thighs were open, and her sister was greedily eating her out.

I pulled Molly’s shirt up and away from her hips. Clawing at her panties, I was desperate to get inside and taste the rich flavor I knew was hidden there. I pulled them down to mid-calf and inhaled deeply. She was already quite wet, with sticky fluids and sweat merging in the tangles of her dark red pubes. (more…)

It was one of those beautiful late January days. You looked out the window and saw the azure sky dotted with a few small puffy white cumulus clouds and were deluded into believing that it was a warm summer day. It was the kind of day that makes me think of flying my nearly new hot air balloon up amongst the clouds, drifting along with those majestic cotton balls, a part of the sky.

One step outside though and the daydream evaporates in a flash. When the temperatures are this cold, not even a snowmobile suit could keep you warm. Open the door and any thoughts of flying a balloon dissolve. Still, for the last month, I had been thinking. Thinking of plastic sheets to keep the balloon envelope out of the snow so it wouldn’t get wet and mold when it was packed up. Thinking of how to bribe a crew to get them to help. Then I’d go outside and freeze, and put away any thought of flying. (more…)