เข้าสู่ระบบI kept my eyes closed under the spray, but I felt her watching me.Marissa stood just outside the glass, clothes in her hands, staring at my cock. It was already half-hard again, heavy and swinging with every small movement. I didn’t cover myself. I never did when she looked at me like that.I could almost see the memory hitting her the same way it always did.The first time.Senior year. Our parents had only been married a few months. I’d come home from wrestling practice, stripped, and stepped into the shower without locking the door. I was already stroking myself when she walked in for laundry. She froze. I saw her through the glass — eyes locked on my fist working my cock. I should have stopped. Instead I kept going, harder, watching her watch me. When I came, thick ropes shot almost two feet and splattered the tile. She didn’t move. Her hand just slid under her sundress and rubbed between her legs while she stared at the mess I’d made.She didn’t leave. She opened the shower door
I pushed open the front door of my parents’ house, dropped my rucksack on the foyer floor, and called out, “I’m home.”Three hours on the road from Vanderbilt. Final exams done. Summer stretching out in front of me. All I wanted was a few quiet months before sophomore year started.I barely had time to brace myself.Marissa’s head appeared from the kitchen. The second she saw me she let out a loud squeal and came flying down the hall. She launched herself into my arms the way she always did, wrapping her legs around my waist like she was claiming me.I caught her easily and laughed. At six feet and solid from the gym, I had no trouble holding her. She was only five-four, slender but soft in all the right places, with those heavy D-cups pressed tight against my chest.“Jesus, Marissa....”She didn’t let me finish. She was already kissing my neck and jaw, laughing against my skin.“You’re finally home,” she said between kisses. “I’ve been waiting all damn day.”I set her down. She staye
She proceeded to kiss my more and said, “Yes Jake anything, as long as I can feel your cock pumping inside me.” She went into her purse where she kept a travelers sample of Vaseline. She said she uses it as lip balm. Hmm? I decided not to even bother and question it. Anyway, she walked back to me and placed the Vaseline in my hand. I said, “Before I fuck you, you are going to have to get my cock ready. Are you willing to prepare my cock to fuck you?” She said, “Yes baby, tell me what you want me to do.” I said, “Here, get down on your knees. Take my cock in your hand. OK, now pull the skin back gently. Yes, that’s it. Now take it into your mouth and suck on it slowly. Make believe it’s a lollipop.” She did as I commanded. All the while look up at me listening out for more instructions. I told her, “Take my dick out of your mouth. Go lower and lick my balls slowly. Lick around my sac down to my asshole. Stroke my cock while you do it.” She followed every instruction to the letter
There I was, sitting on the bed and my cousin walks past me naked. God she was so beautiful. She walked into the shower and left the door open. She probably figured “what’s the point”. While she was in the shower I took my cock out and starting stroking it. I just kept imaging her washing her hairy pussy and her big tits while she was thinking about my hard on. The shower stopped and she came out with a towel wrapped around her body. She sat right next to me as she dried her hair. By this time I had already turned on the television and was lying back on the bed with some pillows propping me up. While she was drying her hair, she turned her head at such an angle as to look at my crotch. She stared at it for what seem to be a long time. Knowing that she was looking at my dick just got me harder (if that was possible). My cock twitched once or twice and I know she had to have seen it. Another minute went by when she surprised me again. She said, “Jake, remember we said we could tal
My name is Jake and I’m 30 years old. I just landed a new sales job on the east coast. With the new job I visited Florida a lot. Every time I go I try and visit family, even if it’s for an hour. I love it when my 18-year-old cousin comes to greet me at the door. Kathy is somewhat of a tomboy. Always wearing grungy clothes to cover her body up. But I’ve been watching her grow up and I can see that it has been increasing hard for her to cover up those huge breasts that she now had. On every visit she would always hang all over me. Trying the sweet little girl routine probably trying to get me to go shopping with her so I would buy her something. Of course I would always give in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. On this trip I was told that I would have to spend a week during the summer for training on a new product and that my hotel and airfare was all paid for. I told my aunt that I would try during the week to visit but that I might be tied up this time. Well, she told my
Ten years of marriage ended with almost no ceremony. I had ignored the slow erosion for so long that the final break felt less like a shock and more like the inevitable settling of a house whose foundation had been cracking for years. We parted without the usual bitterness. What remained was a quiet, almost guilty sense of relief—and the sudden freedom I had once only allowed myself in daydreams.Three weeks passed before I considered dating again. I was never the type who thrived in noisy bars or crowded parties, so the internet seemed the least intimidating option. I posted a simple profile, the kind every recently single man writes, and began answering a few of the “women seeking men” listings. Most exchanges died after a message or two. Then one reply arrived that didn’t.Her name was Kelly. A thirty-four years old mother of four, living in the same small town. Divorced for several years. We traded emails for a handful of days. She claimed she already knew who I was; I still h
I froze right there on the marble platform, still dripping with oil and cum, my legs shaky. My heart slammed against my ribs as the sisters rushed me toward a heavy tapestry on the far wall. “Quickly, hide!” Sister Veronica whispered, pushing me behind the thick fabric just as footsteps echoed do
I froze, Father Ren’s thick cock buried deep in my ass. My heart slammed against my ribs as Father Elias stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the entire scene — me bent over the altar completely naked, Ren’s cock stretching my asshole, Sister Veronica’s fingers still buried in my pussy, and
I hesitated even as Father Elias locked the confessional door. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Father Elias… this is madness. I just came from confession with Father Ren. I’m still… I’m still full of his cum. This is wrong. What if he finds out? What are you really trying to
I slipped through the side door of the cathedral just after midnight, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pussy was still sore and tender from the night before, yet it was already wet again, aching to be used. Father Ren’s cum had long dried on my skin, but I could still feel it's trace. I







