Eileen Patton mixed the drinks. She heard the voices of her neighbors in the other room. She heard footsteps. “Craig, why aren’t you out there with our guests?” Craig circled his wife’s lush body. “I came in here to get you hot.” His hands slipped up and cupped her large creamy tits. He squeezed the
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It was a hot Sunday morning on the farm, and Debby giggled to herself over having managed to avoid church for once. She sat on the swing in the front yard, dressed in nothing but her turquoise-blue shorts and a pink blouse, her tanned legs and feet glinting satiny in the sunlight, her sandy-blonde hair
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“Hurry up, Erica! Get your pretty ass in this bed. I want to feel your warm pussy.” “Just a second, Bob. As soon as I finish combing my hair, I’ll join you.” Erica ran the comb through her long, blonde hair a halfdozen times as she stood before the mirror. She wanted to look her
Sex-crazed Stallion
His hands trembled slightly. Yet his appearance was one of outward calm, a methodical thoroughness that obliterated emotional reactions. There was no room here for the indistinct grey region of emotions, of moods, of feelings. No. Here, there could be only precision. Calm, detached precision. Magnificence cloaked in the simplicity of scientific accuracy. A magnificence
The hidden camera
Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the room. The room was big, tastefully decorated in expensively modern furniture, and crowded with people. The people gathered were men and women. All were smartly dressed and almost all were drinking. The tense murmur of voices sounded above the music that was playing on the stereo.
Aunt Donna’s rough sex adventure
“Come on, Aunt Donna, give me a kiss!” “What?” Donna gasped, trying to push her handsome young nephew away. “What are you guys even doing here?” Donna tried to back away from the boy and bumped into his older brother almost immediately. Mark was the oldest of her sister’s three sons. He leered at Donna
Pet Shop Cunt
Pamela Harper lay alone in her bed with the awareness, the growing concern and concomitant anxiety, that her life was basically empty. No matter how hard she tried to structure it, to give it a unifying sense of order or purpose, she sensed that without someone next to her to share her dreams, her goals
Cherry Busting Step-Mom
Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a secret tingle in her pussy. She had done something at lunch time she shouldn’t have done, and now she was busily trying to hide the knowledge of it from herself. “Another day, another night of study,” she muttered to herself. Lost in her thoughts, she wasn’t aware
Wife-to-be ends up fuck-slut at her fiancé’s bachelor party
It seemed like a good idea at the time… which is what I told my fiancé four hours later. The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice…plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was
Bugging Tiffany
Last summer, I was put in charge of investigating a local lawyer. We had heard through snitches that he was trying to bribe witnesses in a civil case that he had pending against a large insurance company. We got the clearance for a wiretap on his phone, and we also had him under partial surveillance.
THE FIVE FACES OF MASOCHISM
A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the O’Neils, the O’Connors, the O’Briens, the O’Lachlans, and the M’Murroughs; a title of The Five Nations would
Anal train non-stop
He stepped back. “We’ll see… your first punishment will end only when you agree to kiss the whip… when you beg me for the chance to kiss it!” He came up close to me. “You see? Had you agreed just now, I would have suspended the punishment, for the want of a single kiss!” I
Ten couples and a few unattached men and women
It was a small party — ten couples and a few unattached men and women — and it was, to Adie Rolfe’s mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone seemed to be standing in little clusters, talking inanely of topics typical to cocktail parties: local and national politics, current fads and fashions, the Watergate, ad nauseaum.
The passionate prisoners
“My husband and I often employ bondage as a form of foreplay, and we have found that it invariably makes the sex that follows all the more exciting!” The above comment by an attractive young housewife in the under-thirty age group illustrates the growing acceptance of erotic bondage in the era of the sexual revolution.
X-Rated Step-mom
Stacy Talbot came out of the building, buttoning up her fuzzy coat as she walked. A cold winter wind blew across the campus. God, why hadn’t she gone someplace warm, like Miami or UCLA or even Hawaii? Amherst was such a bitch in the winter, but she only had one more year. That was a