Bisexual

The air in my gym still smelled of her sweat, but the real fire started at home. There, through the attic window, I saw it—my husband, Dick, on his knees, his mouth working over the thick, pulsing cock of our stepson, Ron. Anger burned hot, then melted into a throbbing, undeniable lust. My hairless pussy slicked instantly, juices coating my inner thighs.

I didn’t interrupt. I watched, then joined, bringing my buzzing 8-inch dildo into the forbidden space. What followed wasn’t just voyeurism; it was a delicious, mutual corruption. Tongues, cocks, and dildos found every eager hole—ass, mouth, cunt—blurring lines I never thought we’d cross. Andie’s arrival added her tight, virgin asshole to the feast, her face buried in my dripping pussy as her father and brother filled her.

Now, with the taste of multiple climaxes still on my tongue, one question burns hotter than the shame: Where does our family’s hunger go from here?

Rain lashed the windows as she traced the Polaroid’s edge, fireplace heat licking her skin—but nothing burned hotter than the image of her stepdaughter’s mouth buried in a blonde stranger’s dripping pussy. Cassandra, home from college, captured mid-feast: fingers tangled in dark hair, thighs splayed, that wicked smile on Barb’s face as she arched into the younger woman’s tongue. The discovery in Cassie’s hidden stash had unraveled her—jeans yanked open, fingers plunging into her own wetness, panties damp with shame and hunger—until the creak of the front door froze her.

“Stepmom? In the middle of the day?”

Too late to hide the gaping denim, the flush betraying her thrumming clit. Cassie’s laughter sharpened to a predatory purr as she seized the photos. “Barb got you this wet?” Her knee pressed closer, nails grazing the stepmother’s inner thigh. “Or was it me?”

The confession hung between them—a breath, a dare—before Cassie’s lips crushed hers, tongue claiming her mouth as fingers shoved past soaked cotton. One thrust, and the older woman whimpered, back arching, thighs trembling…

How far will that depraved little mouth wander when Barb arrives—drenched, grinning, ready to share her prize?

Elaine and Bob have been my friends for years. I flirted with Elaine and her back but nothing ever happened in real life and Bob never got jealous, he thought it was part of our good friendship.

One night they got bored and invited me to dinner and drinks. I went straight off work and was warmly welcomed by Elaine who gave us both a drink and we sat and talked. She was wearing a short skirt with a dumbbell top and curled up in a chair across from me. “Fuck! She’s a sexy bitch,” I thought myself feeling my dick stirring between my legs.

Like my habit, I took a late-night walk across town walking and biked paths. The mid-January temperature at 10:00 was 35 degrees, so I wore my warm clothing and polar cap. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I passed a small parking lot, one of the many spread long paths. The road to the parking lot was a windy and tore a block away. During the day, there were usually multiple walkers, runners, joggers, skaters, and so on, that often use the trail. Last time I saw a vehicle in the parking lot after dark was a few years ago. When I got close to the truck that passed a highway. It’s deceptive headlight caused the beam to sweep across the parking lot, causing a silhouette on the windows of a minivan parked in a remote part of the parking lot. I got a glimpse of a nice ass in the sky and a hard dick hanging underneath it. I knew someone got fucked in that minivan.

The thought of seeing his sister and Justin fuck. She was a nice girl, blond with big blue eyes and a nice smile. She had sex before, and he always wondered what it would be like to see her do it. He’d seen her naked a few times and taken away after every time. He and Scott were both virgins, but it looked like Scotty was gonna get his first one. All the girls liked Scott. He had brown hair and eyes and was a cross between Scott Baio and the Karate Kid.

It all started at the beginning of my school year. I just had a car and I thought I had more friends. Now I’m not gay. I have a beautiful friend I love with all my heart.

Now let me tell you about me, I’m 5 feet, about 200. I’m really proud to say made of pure muscle. I’m only 12% body fat, I’ve been going to a gym for three years. I have blond hair blue eyes and dark skin years around. Which is hard to live on Long Island.