My wife’s mom moved with us when she divorced my father-in-law. Sheila is a very sexy woman of forty-five. She works out at the gym every day to keep her body firm and shapely.Even her daughter has little advantage over her in terms of body appeal. One night,while Sheila was out, Tanya and I availed
Monica lay on her back and commanded JC to kneel between her spread legs. Then Monica yanked JC’s head down, grinding the he-bitches face against her slimy cunt. “Eat me,” she demanded of the white girl. Now this was something that JC enjoyed: muff diving! She sharp odor of Monica’s soppy cunt drove JC wild.
Yes, I know–Ginger sounds like a stripper or some fantasy character. In some ways she was a fantasy character, except that she was a living, breathing woman as well. If it makes you feel better, change her name to Mary or Phyllis in your mind, but I’ll always remember her as Ginger. I was in
Kathy woke with a start. She found herself in a small room laying nude on a soft mattress. She quickly clutched at the fabric looking for the covers but there were none. The walls of the room were painted a pastel green and the floor was padded like the mattress. She gasped when she turned
There were two of them that night. Yes, two of them. I’ll never forget it; it was simply wonderful. Linda was gorgeous. She was about 5’7″ with green eyes and blond hair. I’m not sure what she weighed, but she was a knock-out! Large round and firm breasts with wonderfully large nipples that grew to
“I’m sorry. I just can’t fuck you anymore.” Not the sort of thing any male wants to hear, eh? Even when coming from one’s sister. I had been expecting this for weeks, but it was still a jolt, especially since it was delivered in the midst of one of those adolescent moments when you simply
I couldn’t have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning. My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They were pretty, but didn’t impress. Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could
I guess that after we grew up, my sister and I didn’t mind much about each other masturbating. We had each glimpsed the other playing with themselves at different times over the years, after a while it was no big deal. Only this time when I accidentally discovered my stepsis jacking off, it was was
What a night Last night! Ouch! My whole body aches, but it’s the kind of ache I crave. No work today, that’s for sure. I can just imagine the shocked looks on the faces of the girls in the office if they knew how I get my sexual pleasure. The reserved, prim and proper public
The first time was with Ginger, and I still feel a little guilty about that. I’m a married woman, but throughout the five years of my marriage I have had to have sex with other women from time to time. I just couldn’t keep my sanity without it. I remember when it happened. Don was
It began in the early summer of my eighteenth year. My parents had separated three years previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom to the west coast, while I stayed with my dad. I guess there was a lot of bad feeling between my folks, because for that three years, I didn’t
Boredom was my biggest enemy, my nemesis I would say. I spent most of my time battling this foe that crept up everyday as sure as the sun rose. I soaped my body twice and brushed my teeth until I couldn’t hold the foam any longer. I cursed that my sleep no longer cradled me
Dark gray french lace panties. Cotton. Easily my favorite pair. I shook my head in disbelief once more and lay back, happily fisting them around my cock. I lay on my bed quite content with an arm behind my head and my boxers around my knees, again reliving what had happened to me. It was
I held my martini to the light and admired the chilled glass, especially the olives run-through with picks, nesting at the bottom-it was perfect. I noted the perfect curve of the drink’s surface extending above the rim, held by surface tension. A martini is a perfect drink…I was to be honored this evening after a
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer — the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners — she had been there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine