FOREWORD Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term “perversion”. What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person. Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one’s back to others. In many
The thick pulsating cock rammed into her sweet, little pussy with such force that she was nearly knocked off her feet. He pulled the long, fat prick out halfway then shoved it into her wet cunt again, burying the throbbing cock deep in her juicy pussy. “Oh, Mr. Fryers! What a big cock you have!
Ann Harris couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her hand froze on the doorknob. There! She heard it again. “That’s right, suck it good, you little cum-drinker!” the man’s voice said. “Are you sure no one is going to come in on us?” a girl asked. “You just worry about sucking my dick,” the
Mary Frances Ferguson, the headmistress of the Ferguson School, looked across her desk at the young man she was interviewing for the job of boys’ physical education teacher. She felt a beginning tingling and a slight dampness in her panties. Damn! He sure looked just like what she had in mind! He was a very
“Let her go!” Danny yelled. His elder brothers opened the chute, and the colt under Danny bolted into the corral. A grin split Cal’s fleshy face and Pete squinted through the swirling dust as the bronco bucked furiously. The twenty-year-old rider clutched the reins with one hand, his other waving jerkily in the air. He
Ginger Davis, watching her husband Tom climb out of the swimming pool, wondered for the hundredth time how such an exciting-looking, sexy guy could be such a dud in bed. It just wasn’t fair to be married to a man who turned her on like crazy and then failed her when they fucked. “What are
There probably aren’t a fucking lot of you who know what it’s like to have been thrown out by your family and forced to live alone in a roach-ridden, rat-infested flea-bag hotel. Oh, some of you may live alone. And some of you may live in rotten conditions, but to be forced to live this
Gail Barkley spread her legs wider, fondling her naked pussy with increasing urgency. She could feel more and more juice seeping from the walls of her aroused cunt, and she moaned softly as she continued to make love to herself with her hand. “Oh, wow, Scotty, I’m really horny today!” the young teenager said with
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
“Christ, I’m fuckin’ horny!” Laurel Hutton sighed softly, putting her finger suddenly and accurately upon the uneasy tension that had assaulted her all day. Laurel was standing beside the tiny swimming pool which graced her suburban home’s high-fenced, smallish backyard. It was early spring and a little cool to be dressed as she was, in
It often comes a complete surprise to find that people are not always exactly what they seem to be. The quiet librarian who secretly waits for the moment when she can loosen her passions on an unsuspecting patron. The nurse who is ready to take on any of her patients, male or female, who think
On the huge new 797-X, you almost could forget you were on an airplane, it was that big. It carried 900 passengers on three decks, had a crew of twenty, showed three different movies at the same time, and had a bar and a sauna. And also this new plane, the pride of Wanderlust Airlines,
Carla moaned softly. The aluminum cigar tube slid up into her cunt, pressing apart the soft folds of slippery pink flesh. Smaller, colder, and harder than a man’s cock, it still felt fantastic. It felt wonderful to have her cunt filled again, even with such a crude imitation of the real thing. Lying on her
Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors. There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All