Fiona Lindsay sat to the rear of the coach, slightly dreamy and looking forward to her day out. She was with friends, lots of them. Since her boyfriend David and she had split quite amicably, she hadn’t really been looking for a new serious boyfriend though she had to admit she missed her Sunday afternoon
Last night had been maybe the hottest and muggiest of a hot muggy summer. I could’ve slept indoors, but the air conditioner keeps me awake and makes my sinuses hurt. So instead of tossing in a sweaty bed, I’d slept out on the second floor deck. It wasn’t much cooler than inside, but at least
Billy was ready for tonight. He had been ready for as long as he’d been going out with Leslie. He was sure tonight was the night that she was finally going to let him fuck her. And was he ever ready. Sure, she had given him a hand job here and there, and she had
Aching head. I’m trying to cradle my head but my arms won’t move. My eyes bolt open and I can’t make out anything in the dark room. Struggling with my arms I looked behind me and could see my arms cuffed around a marble pole about a foot behind my head. I could feel my
I know it’s nasty, but I had this thing for my son’s girlfriend and she didn’t seem to mind, and well… things just sort of happened. Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I’d realized
Recently I had an experience that made me think about who I am and how I got here. I was lying in bed, curled up with a gorgeous stud. We had met at a bar, hit it off and spent the entire night in one almost continuous fuck session. He was unbelievable, staying hard forever,
After a hard day at the office, Cherane wasn’t in the mood for her usual “gentlemen callers” tonight. She hoped that she could simply go home, take a nice hot bubble bath, and wane her vice-presidential tensions at a gourmet home-delivered meal. But tonight there was a slight detour from the normal state of affairs.
I guess the best place to start any story is at the beginning. I meet my wife Jan when I was only sixteen and still a virgin. She was a year younger than me but despite her tender age she was already well experienced sexually, having lost her cherry two years before while only aged
I have sucked cock and been sucked by other men for years, but my wife didn’t know. I wanted to tell her, but couldn’t find a way to bring it up. It occurred to me that whenever we watched a porn flick, she made the same remark, “They always shows girl-on-girl, but never show guys
We had planned on going out that weekend. It had been a couple of weeks and we were both hot for my wife to get a good fucking by a strange cock. We had made out like mad just thinking about how good it was going to be. As always the anticipation was just about
I went on a ski trip the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I went with my boyfriend Dave. We were going to share the cabin with Dave’s friend Jim and his girlfriend Cathy. Dave and I arrived on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were not due to arrive until midday on Monday. Dave and
Sandi’s beautiful long legs straddled the trunk of a fallen oak tree. “Man, I wish I had brought my vibrator out here with me,” she told her best friend Mandy who sat across from her out in the wilderness of the forest. “Tell me about it,” Mandy said. “I thought this was going to be
Mary pulled her beat-up old car in front of her house and stepped out. It had been a long day at work. For the past fifteen years, she had been a cleaning lady in a girl’s dormitory at the local college. Day in and day out, Mary spent her days cleaning the hallways, emptying trashcans,
We join Irene and Sue at Sue’s kitchen table as they sit drinking coffee and dishing the neighborhood dirt of the day. “I swear Suze my husband is turning into a bona fide pervert and the more I let him do to me, the more he wants. I thought sucking his little weasel dick was
I was sitting in my living room one day in late April with three of my girlfriends; Janet, Diane, and Karen. It was late in the afternoon and while it might not seem all that unusual for four girls to be spending an evening talking together, it might seem so if I were to tell