Guisamo: Stories

Although I am 18 years old, everyone calls me Billy the Kid because I am hairless and my white body is free of hair, and many people do not believe my age.

Look what you've done to me." I peeked into the room, and there was who I assumed was the caregiver's son. He looked about 18 or 20, and in his hands, he held up a huge, stiff cock, the biggest I'd ever seen, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

You had chosen a middle row, alone, wearing your black lycra miniskirt that hugged your hips and a matching skin-toned top that clung to your skin like a second layer

I'm 35 years old and addicted to interracial sex. It's all Jamal's fault. Until I met him, my sex life was, as they say, "normal"—men with penises between 14 and 18 centimeters long, more or less thick. But when Jamal came along, everything changed.

I've always wondered which came first, the chicken or the egg? In my case, I say this because I don't know what came first: my husband's interest in the cuckold world (cuckolding is infidelity consensual with the other partner. No, it's not having an open relationship, but rather playing with the excitement that can arise from exposing their relationship to what for many would be grounds for a breakup, or enjoying watching their partner have sex with someone else) or my desire to have big dicks

The Forbidden Trio: Two Men and an Insatiable Woman Months had passed since my husband and I had fully immersed ourselves in the cuckold world. Yoel was still a regular: he'd come over, fuck me like a bull while my husband watched and jerked off, and then he'd claim me by licking the other man's semen off my ravaged cunt. But one night, after a particularly intense fuck, my husband whispered in my ear while Yoel's cock was still dripping inside me: "What if next time… there are two men for you

It was nine o'clock at night. The sun had set an hour ago and the streets were emptying. Clara walked quickly, aware that her outfit—a black Lycra miniskirt that rode up millimeters with every step, revealing the curve where her thigh met her hip, and a thin, almost transparent white T-shirt, without a bra—wasn't the most appropriate for the neighborhood.

Hi, I have to tell you a secret, gambling has me hooked. I've gone bankrupt a couple of times in my life, but we got out of the hole by taking out loans at a bank where the manager is a friend from school. I promised my wife I wouldn't gamble again, but I ran into another friend from school I hadn't seen in ages. He's a Black guy we used to call "Pigeon," not because he was a little bird, but because of the size of his penis.

"When a woman dresses as an invitation, it's polite to accept," he said, and without warning, he slid his hand along the curve of her hip until it rested on her stomach. "Your husband must be proud to have such a temple to enjoy."

A black man who was selling tissues at a traffic light asked me to take him home on my motorcycle.