Anal Stories/Backdoor Lovers

A Not So Happy Anniversary

I held the door for Lynne and then followed her into the club. I hated places like this. Loud, smoky, crowded, I hate them. But it was our fifth anniversary and Lynne loves to dance. So once a year I take her to a club and she gets to dance. Not with me. I can’t dance. Well, I can fake a slow dance. But why bother. I just don’t see the point in dancing. Lynne wouldn’t have any trouble finding dance partners. She was hot. No, I didn’t say that right, she was HOT! Yeah,...

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How I Became a Cross Dresser Prostitute

When I was younger, I was a typical dude, jacking off watching filth on the Internet, trying to bed down every girl I could find and so on. Then suddenly I’m all grown up, a young adult, working nine to five, have a mortgage and the obligatory once a month lunch with the in-laws. My wife is a great catch; 24, blond, smart, caring, beautiful and great in bed. So far she hasn’t turned down any of my suggestions under the blanket (or outside, on the roof top, airplane’s bathroom, you name it). But still,...

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High School – 1st Anal

“Uh!” She rolled over, and sat back down on the couch. “What?” She just shook her head, and gripped the rubber. “Just come here.” She pulled it off, and started sucking the tip, feeling my balls in the other hand. So, I shrugged, and just enjoyed it, until I felt something rubbery in my crack. “Uh!” I backed up, and my cock popped up to slap my belly. She grinned, “Now you know how it feels.” “It slipped!” “Yeah, like every time you let it slip up,” she got up, and pushed it down so...

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Fucking with a surfer girl

The driver, a thin, nervous man in his late thirties, didn’t know where to go. His old lady was home soaking up the boob tube and feeding the kid so he couldn’t go there. His best buddy Fred had a bachelor pad across town, but Fred was away on a business trip. Shit, what luck! What with the circular waterbed and the closet full of dildoes and exotic creams and lotions to use, it was the perfect place. But the place was locked up and there was no point crying over his bad luck because...

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Chance Around

The story I am about to relate to you is one of missed opportunities coming good and one which would not have taken place if Rob, a father of two boys John and Jim not been divorced. The story is one, in which you need to know a little about the history before the good stuff starts. The tale involves Rob’s eldest Son, John and his son’s ex-girlfriend Carol. Carol was, believe it or not, nearer Rob’s age than John’s; there was 12 years difference between Carol and John but only 7 years difference between...

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Pieces of the past

Well I’ll never forget Miss Burns, that’s for sure. Not for as long as I live! You have to remember that this took place back in the mid 1960’s. As a sixteen year old schoolboy I and my mates had the usual sexual urges, which were very much frustrated for us. We had no internet, no mobile phones, no hardcore porn readily available. My small group of friends were not the types who were popular with girls, we were what you call “nerdy” these days. We were keen consumers of the kind of soft-core stuff...

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