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.
“Oh, Barb!” the 18-year-old girl exclaimed. “You mean you really let him fuck you? And in his car?” “Sure! Where else could we do it?” Barb said, smiling widely at her friend Sharon. “I mean, we couldn’t fuck in my house or his, so a car’s the only place left.” “Tell me how you did
I’m Paul 40m, my next door neighbors are Jesse and Trish, both mid 20s. They stay home most weekends getting fucked up on drugs and alcohol. I’ve partied with them many days and nights , getting wasted. One night I started to hang out with them they were already completely wasted and they both soon
Trish Wheeler sighed as she slid her palm onto the mound of cock in her husband’s jeans, her fingertips tracing the gently curved outline of his prick. “Hey, better cool it,” Dave warned, “or we won’t live through the drive. I’ve got a good mind to pull over and fuck you in the back of
While getting ready for bed in her dressing room, Della Ward was studying her naked body in the full-length mirror, looking forward to the lusty fuck she expected from her husband tonight. Staring at her reflection, Della saw a beautiful oval-shaped face crowned with a head of raven-black hair that fell softly down over her
Fanny lay back on the cool sheet and watched as her father’s thick cock parted the moist lips of her cunt. The knob of the big bone was swollen fat, and she felt a thrill of pleasure as it spread her pussy. Soon it pressed against her membrane — pop! — and then Fanny was
THE SWAP CLUB (Author Unknown) CHAPTER ONE “Another drink, Jimmy?” “Yeah, okay, Jerry,” I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and settled down to watch the sun set. Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol’s a
Brad and Barry seemed to be two brothers that were normal in all appearances. They did all the things that twins would normally do together. They shared their closes as they were the exact same size. They played together all during their childhood and got along pretty well at most times. Not to say that
Chelsea and I couldn’t keep our hands – or our tongues – off each other. This was no change from the last few months; since Chelsea came to college, we have been completely inseparable, taking every opportunity to sneak off and enjoy a wild, passionate sex session. Even home for the holidays, we looked for
The dimly lit locker room at the local gym was usually quiet after hours, but tonight it buzzed with an unusual energy. The cleaning lady, Maria, a curvaceous woman with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, was mopping the floors when she heard a noise coming from one of the showers. She paused, her
Margaret slept until they turned off Highway 95 and started up the mountain. The temperature dropped as they left the heat of the desert behind them. Hank was not quite as confident as he had been back at home even though he was pretty sure Margaret had been unfaithful while she’d been away. He’d called
*WHACK* “No need for tears, dear. The time for sorrow should have come out before you start sucking that guy’s dick. You made a fool out of me. Now everyone thinks that my girlfriend is some kind of whore. Do you know how bad it’s going to be for me now here?” “Honey, I’m sorry.
With the house to myself, I decide to have a bath before you come round later on, and soon I’m sinking back into the relaxing warm water, surrounded by bubbles. I close my eyes, and let my fingers linger over my rapidly stiffening nipples, sighing contentedly. This feels so good, as my fingers dance down
Eliza sat on the cot in the spare room at the Smyth’s cottage. It hadn’t taken her long to pack, she’d arrived with very little. She realised she had no idea how the trains ran so she decided to wait for Mrs. Smyth. She had to thank her for their hospitality anyway. At last the
Detective Constable Warren Hastings tapped lightly on the door and waited for the answering grunt from inside. Detective Sergeant Ted Sperle was a man of little ceremony. “Warren,” the Sergeant said as Hastings entered, “sit! I think I’ve pasted it all together.” On a large whiteboard in the corner of the office was a bunch