A Very Unexpected Encounter

I stood at attention, in front of the fraternity president. "All right pledge, this is your initiation, we need to see if you are worthy material. Strip down, naked, and await further instructions." I quickly did as I was told, I'd expected this, probably a good ass paddling. I stood at attention once again, totally nude, my cock at semi-hard. The fraternity was checking me out, and I had the feeling that my initiation was going to be different than I thought it would be. "All right pledge, follow me." I was led into a bedroom and was told to get on the bed, on hands and knees, my ass up in the air. "Perfect, pledge, your initiation had begun." Two more frat members entered, both were nude, and sporting stiff hard-ons. "You can quit any time, but if you quit early, you will not be allowed to join." Mindful of the stories about how this was the best fraternity on campus, I held my tongue. I felt slick lube being applied to my asshole, and I

Ed, the husband, watched Ed, the lover, put his cock into Ed's wife. It was awkward--the two of them having the same name. But then again Sheila, Ed's wife, had joked that when she and her paramour were fucking she could yell out things like "Oh, Ed, give it to me!" and she wouldn't feel so guilty. Ed the husband was standing about six feet from the foot of the bed. A fair, safe distance. Because Sheila's legs were already in the air he could watch Ed slide it into her, just beyond his clumped-up big balls. Ed, wearing nothing but microfiber panties, pulled the vee-front down and began stroking himself. He moaned, breaking his vow of silence, but no one seemed to hear, or care. The two in bed were moaning now themselves. This was a dream come true for Ed. A fantasy realized; consummated. And soon enough, it was hoped, the other Ed would be bringing Sheila to a blissful, screaming climax. Or two. At least that's how Ed advertised himself. "What about

This story is the fifth installment of the "Is She Smiling at Me?" series. As dearly as I wish I could say any part of the following is based on actual events it is, in its entirety, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. I love hearing feedback from my readers; please feel free to leave comments or contact me with your thoughts or suggestions. Special thanks to my new editor, SissyKaty. She has been an absolute pleasure to work with and has gone above and beyond the call of duty to help me make this story the best it can be. Thanks Katy. ***** I let myself into the apartment, just home from the day's work, and found Alex in the kitchen drinking some kind of vegetable smoothie concoction. She was wearing black yoga pants, the tight fabric magnifying the beauty of her already exemplary ass and causing me to marvel at how she concealed her substantial endowment so effectively. A pink sports bra covered her small breasts, accompanied by m

Fall was coming, and with it came the rains. For awhile it seemed as if we were going to have to start building the Ark, but then came a morning with blue skies and the shining sun. It was early in the season so the sun was still strong enough to dry things out quickly. I was waiting to return to my college classes in the neighboring town and was enjoying my time off, having left my summer internship a couple of weeks ago. I would turn 21 in a month, was starting my junior year, and I could not wait to get back to school. Being an upper classman, being of legal drinking age - I didn't know how this year was going was going to be anything but spectacular. I had no idea. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee while Mom puttered around the kitchen, and I took that opportunity to admire her body. Mom, Kate (or Catherine, or Katie, depending on her mood), looked particularly good that morning. I had had a crush on her for years. She had no idea that the cum-stained jockeys

T called me one morning to confirm his date and time of arrival, which would be a few days later. I waited and was mentally ready for that second meet. But anxiety and a sense of imminent loss kept me on the edge. That day, I reached the hotel hours before T was scheduled to land. I roamed around Copley Square, somewhat reflective, constantly checking my watch. I had to meet T, it was now or never. I later proceeded to the hotel lobby and sat on the sofa with my eyes darting from person to person as each entered through the revolving door. The time eventually passed and yet he had not arrived. Did he miss his flight? Did I get the date and time correct? Was he toying with me? Would I even see him again? Then I saw a familiar figure. Back facing me, a man in a hat and pilot uniform stood outside on the driveway, his head turning from side to side. There he was, just as excited to meet. I stayed calm and waited for his head to turn towards me. Then our eyes met, we smiled and he walked

Christmas parties were always the same. This one wasn't even with Dan's co-workers, but he'd come out at the behest of his wife, Noel. Cheesy music blared from the speakers in the stuffy banquet hall, the more contemporary releases being notably more offensive than the usual stuff. The hall was littered with round tables that forced conversation had been decorated with festive reds and greens, and gaudy tinsel hung from every spare surface while a miserable looking plastic tree sat in the middle of the room with empty boxes decorated to look like presents beneath it. Dan stared around the room wondering who else was stuck in the same position he was. A few of the teachers he'd met before; he was thankful the kids weren't there too. One thing he could openly admit was that teachers knew how to party -- underpaid, underappreciated, and after a long week looking after other people's crotch goblins obviously required a whole lot of unwinding at the end of it all.

I heard a knocking at my door, I went over, opened it, and was surprised to see my soon-to-be Mother-in-law, Lisa Perkins, standing there. She smiled at me and said, "Good morning Leo, could I come in and talk to you for a bit?" I was happy to let her in, she was twice my age at 50, but she was still a knockout. It was obvious where my fiancé Janie had inherited her hot body and sexy face from. Her face was framed with a mane of blonde hair, her clear blue eyes twinkled, she was wearing a silk blouse, a tan-colored wrap-around skirt, and white stockings. I could tell she had no bra on, her silver dollar-sized nipples poking out the front, damn, she was at least a hefty 38, those luscious dairies seemed to defy gravity. I had been introduced to her family during a Sunday dinner 2 weeks earlier and had noticed Lisa's ample charms. I did my best not to stare at my future mother-in-law, damn, she was hot. "Let's get right down to business Leo. I am not sure you are