Bi-sexual

I arrived at the hotel with my friends. We were all on class trip to Washington D.C. for three days. Our school does this every two years with the seventh and eigth graders. Every yearnthe entire middle school goes to camp together, so I already know what its like to spend a few days together with these girls. I should probably give you some backgrounds. There were four of us in this room. There was me, Sayre, Mylene, Alana. We all goAlana to the same private school. Sayre is the farthest through puberty of all of us. She has c-cup breasts...

PART 3 It’s Thursday and Ed and Sheila still haven't called so I go to the swinger site and send them a message when I see they are online. I ask if they decided not to meet us as they haven't called. She doesn't write back for five minutes or so and my heart sinks. Just then my home landline rings and as I answer it I see Sheila Thompson displayed on the caller ID. I would have sworn I gave them my cell number I think as I say, Hello. Hi Rick, its Sheila from Swappernet. I just wanted to...

(A girl goes on a gameshow to win a million dollars, but ends up in bondage and becomes an owned slave who is trained, conditioned and transformed) It's Monday night and that can only mean one thing...it's time for Kneel or No Kneel! the announcer's voice boomed across the soundstage as thunderous applause from the audience erupted. Spot lights instantly came to life, shining hot lights upon the stage where I stood in silence. Now here's your favorite host, the one...the only...Horny Bondel! Thank you, thank you, it's great to be here for another episode of Kneel or No Kneel, Horny...

A week has passed. I am still in disbelief about what happened between my stepdaughter Nadine and me last Thursday night. Did I really cum inside her ass? Did she then really push my cum out of her ass and smear I it all over my body? Afterwards, did she really piss on my dick in the shower as I was cumming? Did I really stick my dick inside her ass and pee inside her ass while she was cumming? This all sounds so wild. So incredible. But I know it happened. It’s just hard to process. I have been fantasizing...

I was a freshman in a big city high school in the ‘70s and wasn’t surprised when in my first semester I had swimming and for “public health reasons,” all of the boys would do it naked. I had been warned by my older brothers and coming from a family of nine kids, including sisters and a continually nursing mother, I wasn’t shy, or a stranger to the nude body. On the first day we were instructed that if we heard three short bursts of the whistle, we were to get out of the pool quickly, line up on the edge...

“It’s settled then. Tomorrow Ron goes to work, and sees what we have to work with.” said Kim as she snuggled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. It had been an emotional Sunday morning; first with the Russian and then sex with the two sisters. We were all a little tired, but we were even more hungry. “Anyone for some lunch?” I asked “I’m starving” answered Kim enthusiastically I looked at Rachel, who seemed to be in another world. “Rach? Lunch?” I tried again. Rachel broke from her gaze into infinity, looked at me, and then Kim...

I’ve been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It’s hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I’m addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I’ve taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I’ll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there’s cum on my face, there’s usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa. I wasn’t always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much...

Many years ago, when I was 15, I discovered my dad's stash of porn magazines. At that point I would have been happy to simply see a picture of a naked breast. However, my dad's tastes were a little more twisted than typical Playboy porn. His stash included bondage magazines, graphic novels, and several copies of Variations magazine. I suppose that it was this discovery and the countless hours I spent with those magazines that lead me to the story I have to tell you today. I read each magazine and book cover to cover every chance I got. I learned...

[center]2: The Hunt. Wednesday, 13 December 2006, 22:00[/center] I don't know what's coming over me. I'm overly excited for so much as a friendly drink. New friend? Maybe that's it. It's been a while since I've met a new face. I slipped on my Calvins and rummaged through the closet for something decent. I stopped on a pair of Abercrombie shorts and black shirt. Awful dressy for a Wednesday night. I knew it was in the lower fifties out (cold for Southern California this early in the evening), but I didn't care. It was almost like a spell that put me...

Since I was now operating as a single guy, I decided to answer some ads in a swingers magazine. I tried to look for couples who wanted something unusual, and I mentioned in every reply that I was willing to try anything that wasn't dangerous or painful. None of the ads I answered had mentioned bi sex, but I figured that any guy looking to share his wife with another guy was probably secretly thinking about trying it. It turned out I was pretty much on the money. I got a positive reply from more than half of my letters, but...