Just because I’m going to Bangkok, doesn’t mean I’ll … Since he was talking to himself Fred didn’t need to complete the sentence. His internal dialogue consisted mostly of such snippets: loath the exploitation of women … anyway have a relationship … whatever that means … at least think I do … giving it an
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rich velvet of the couch. Her hands came sensuously up her body, cupping her tits lusciously. The brunette sighed as she pushed her voluptuous breasts forward and ran her thumbs across each nipple. “Mmmmm,” she panted, licking her wide, inviting lips. “Oooooooh!” Charlene was proud of
Softly she moans as he enters her for the first time. His cock softly parting her fine blond pussy hair. She feels each and every portion begin to slide in her. Her juices flowing so that the cock easily slides in more and more. She spreads her legs further in hopes of coaxing more of
“And these…” He ran a finger over the straining point of one nipple. “They get so hard I want to strip you naked so I can suck on them.” “Dinner?” My squeaky plea didn’t stop his slow caress of my skin. And if he didn’t stop, I had the sinking feeling I’d wind up on
Pam gazed at the dangling cock of the mustached young man. He had a hairy chest, a hairy belly, and muscles popping out all over. He had fat, heavy, low-hanging balls. He was grinning at her, waving his cock at her. She stared for an endless moment at his cock and suddenly she felt panic.
Naomi and I had known each other all of our lives, and dating each other just came naturally. We were a steady item from 6th grade on through high school, and by our senior year we were an intimate, steady couple. Our families knew each other, and they were supportive of us being together. Everyone
“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,
By the time I was twenty years of age, I really wanted desperately to become a Broadway actress, but, instead, like a lot of other girls, I became a fulltime waitress and worked the tourist tables at Emilio’s down in the Village. Then I got to be lucky and was living with a nice guy,
For the last month, an itch has built between my thighs. Ever since my younger half-sister, Alicia, rode our brother’s cock in the middle of the cafeteria, hiding her activity by looking like a cute, little girl sitting innocently on her big brother’s lap, my lusts were inflamed. I always had an exhibitionist streak. I
“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
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
A half-hour later, Karen was at the door of the small downtown apartment she shared with Jimmy, her eighteen year old brother. The apartment was a run-down, one-bedroom walk-up over a grocery store, but, as bad as it was, they were lucky to afford it. With her diploma freshly in hand, Karen knew she had
Peggy Burke’s body shuddered, her eyes downcast with shame. Her blouse had been torn open, buttons scattered about the floor, her up tilted tits fully exposed to her nephews. Her hands were tied behind her back, with another rope holding them against her ass by being looped about her narrow waist, then brawn up between
I had just gotten out of the shower when Lisa came into the bathroom. “What do you want to do tonight love.” I said. She pulled a towel off the shelf and handed it to me. “Let’s go to the Lotus club and do some dancing.” “We were there last Friday night,” I protested. “Lets
There’s nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood. Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town, musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop, what I was going to do about