When I first got married, I honestly thought I could remain faithful to my husband Jared. I was wild and sex crazy before we met, and I was sure I had gotten that out of my system. But not long into our marriage I realized that one dick would never be enough for a cock craving little slut like me.
At 20 years old, I guess my sex drive and need for variety still control me. It's not that I don't love my husband, I just don't think he can fill all my desires. My pussy is always aching for cock. I simply must have a dick when the urge hits. Jared can't always be there, so I have a long list of backups.
We have been married for only 15 months now, and already I have fucked 11 other guys behind my husbands back. The first incident happened when the guy next door came over to borrow a wrench for something he was working on.
My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind wander...
Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were cock. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new tricks... all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and scream in lust.
The winter storm had moved into the ranch country just after lunch, bringing cold, wind and snow. The radio had predicted near blizzard conditions by nightfall. Joe had brought the horses in to spend the storm in the protection of the barn, the cattle had been fed and their water tanks cleared of ice so they could drink. Finally he could head home to spend the stormy night with a good book and the radio.
Joe was born and raised on this ranch and wouldn't think of doing anything else; he loved his life. He had looked forward to his wife coming home this night, as she did most Friday evenings, but she had called to tell him she would be staying in town to attend the volley ball game; their daughter was a player. She spent the week in town with their daughter to send her to school. And if this storm became as strong as they predicted, his wife and daughter would likely spend the entire weekend in town too.
Joe looked forward to weekends and the regular fuck he got on Friday nights. His 6'2" frame squirmed in the pickup seat, thinking of the pussy he would miss. The squirming and his thoughts made his 45 year old cock swell. He rubbed his crotch. "Calm down big guy, you ain't getting any tonight," he told his cock, as if it had a life of it's own; which it seemed to have at times!
Joe had been a janitor at Wickman School For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasn't the greatest, being a young single guy he didn't have many needs. Besides, the scenery at the school was nothing short of spectacular! The little bitches that attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance. As far as they were concerned he didn't even exist, but that was okay with him because it gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby; trying to see these little sluts with their panties down!
There were really only three places that Joe knew the girls got naked at, in their own dorm rooms, in the bathroom showers, and in the main gym locker room showers. After careful evaluation, Joe soon figured out that the gym shower was by far the best place to make his attempt, as all of the girls would be totally nude. The bathrooms had stalls and the girls wouldn't be totally disrobed, and it would be almost impossible to see much in the dorm rooms, and it would be much too risky for the limited rewards.
Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the thin white girl as he thrust deep inside her hairless pussy.
A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this one of another white girl, but this time sucking on the knob of a huge ebony cock. The girl in the picture was very young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years old, but the look on her face was that of absolute satisfaction and submission.
I had to take my summer vacation with my parents. There was nothing else for me to do. I had wanted to go with a couple of guys from my college class, but I simply didn't have the money to do what they wanted to do. So, just to have a vacation and get away for a while, I went with my folks to the mountain lake they liked so much. The home that they had bought was pretty small, just a cabin, really. It had a tiny veranda that actually served as a boat dock. It was a neat place; I liked the solitude. But, there was my sister.
Two years younger than I, she always wanted me to take her out on the lake in our small rowboat. I actually thought about taking her out there and leaving her on the lake and swimming back, it irritated me so much.
My folks jumped my shit about my attitude. You know the drill, "She's your sister, blah, blah." Yeah, so I took her out on the lake with me. It wasn't really so bad, but a drag nonetheless.
Hated her always hanging around. That is until one day, I really began to love it.
I had always fantasized about getting caught masturbating. Something about it really turns me on. A few times I know of, I have been watched, but never straight up caught, until now. Tonight my fantasy was to come true, but a little differently than I had always imagined.
I recently went to stay with my sister Lisa in San Francisco for about a week. She lives with her best friend Tammy, who I have wanted to fuck ever since I was 14. Tammy and my sister were both 21 then, and I was 23. Tammy would flirt with me, but it never amounted to anything except a good jack-off session for me afterward.