Mike hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking parlour. He spotted Eve right away, standing to the right of the long row of cows already chained in the milking passage. She had put on a white coat, and her blonde hair was piled high on her head, and capped with a
“Just what did you mean by that?” Mike Peters turned slowly around and faced his wife. He had already opened the door, intending to stalk out, but now he slammed it shut again, and Sandra recoiled from the look of cold anger he was levelling at her. But she continued to stare back at him,
“Where did you go?” Gail asked. “Where did you take her when you did it?” “Out into the woods,” Buddy answered. “I gave her a beer, and whammo, she was crawling over me. My Goddamn car still smells of beer. I think she just dropped it on the floor when the fucking started.” Gail felt
Judy heard the screeching tires and she immediately knew who it was. There was only one person who drove like an idiot on Collins Road. She turned her head long enough to see the fire engine red Ford pulling up beside her. Buddy Wright put his head out the window. “You want a ride?” he
“What’s the matter?” Buford Davis asked, casually scratching his balls through his trousers. “You seem so quiet tonight.” Judy Davis shrugged her shoulders as she finished the dishes and hung her dishtowel up to dry. She hadn’t felt like talking for some reason. She felt bored and sad and she didn’t understand why. That day
It always made big-titted Donna Joe Edwards nervous when she searched for her father on his pay-days. She knew that she would find him in some bar, and it would take a lot of argument to convince him that he should come home. That afternoon she had already searched two of his favorite bars, and
Mila’s new husband, Scott, who was formerly her quiet, attractive older duplex neighbor, had helped her begin her foray into the realm of dog-fucking. She was quite enjoying herself, to say the least! Boomer, the mutt her ex-boyfriend dumped on her, turned out to be an extraordinary sex partner. And with a little help from
The year I turned 18 was a spectacular one, my parents were both partners in a growing law firm down in Tennesee and were acquiring a steady flow of new customers. I had been attending an all girl’s private school, complete with a tacky white blouse, navy checkered skirt and ridiculous white stockings and loafers,
Amy awoke, startled by the shrill chiming of her alarm. She settled back into her pillow and looked sideways at her clock. Reading the digital display she sat bolt-upright. “8:30? Shit, I’m going to be so late!” Amy jumped out of bed and dressed as quickly as she could in her jeans and a long-sleeved
I grew up in a small midwest farming town. But I was no way a farm girl. What happened was tha in high school I became very attracted to Don, this tall, dark and hand- some guy my age. We began dating heavy. My mother wasn’t too keen of her daughter dating a son of
The next day Nancy took a ride around the plantation. She did not walk, of course, since she was the young niece of the owner. It would not be proper for so close a relative to expend energy by physically walking. She rode instead, being pulled along in a small carriage. The carriage was an
Sue twisted strands of her shoulder length brunette hair around and around her finger as she talked on the phone. “A movie and then something to eat? That sounds nice Jim.” She listened for a second and then said, “Cool, I’ll see you at six-thirty then.” Sue hung up the phone and then fell back
We’ve got alot of different friends sexually, Billie’s kinky friends and mine, they come from totally different areas of sex, only Billie and me are into beastly, that we know of. We make a list, Billie sends invitations to them, I even invited 2 of my old kinky neighbors, ones a single older women and
My second year in college (at 21 years old), I met this 20 year old Brazilian exchange student from Sao Paulo in my Latin class. Her name was Liana, and she was drop dead gorgeous. She stood about 5’6″ and had Carmel colored skin. Her features were all extremely profound, as she had a large
Uncle John and Aunt Ethel lived in the country. It was about 50 miles to the nearest town. They lived on a nice farm which was about 60 or 70 acres, hardly anyone ever came to that part of the country. Uncle John and Aunt Ethel were getting up in years. Uncle John was about