By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. Every single year without fail the school brought in a whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful
Jaszby Cowlishaw had made a great success in America but he was still haunted by things that happened to him in Lockley, a small town in Derbyshire, England. The problem was, as a schoolboy, Jaszby tended to fall hopelessly in love at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, he fell for the meanest most spiteful
There are two things that we Turkish “guest workers” in Germany long to have. A Mercedes car (which most of us manage to obtain, if we get decent work), and a blue-eyed blonde haired voluptuous white girlfriend. I hadn’t yet achieved either of these great goals when I met Heidi. She was the daughter of
Introduction During the early 1980’s I lived and worked for a year in Korea, in a small provincial capital as a professor in a nursing school. I was taking a year off before finishing my medical residency, and I wanted to get some non-Western hands-on experience to go with my training. At the nursing school,
This article is about swingers, specifically threesomes or Tri-sexual relationships. I have purposely limited myself to the three-way theme because to try and cover the whole gambit of sexual swinger combinations would require writing a book. Even though there is a universe of different three-way partnerships out there I’m sticking with heterosexual relationships, although even
Veronica glanced at the rearview mirror to check her appearance. At 35 she knew she was still very attractive. She had kept herself in shape, running and dieting. She weighed just over 120 pounds, with large 38D breast that were very firm with no sag at all. That was why her husband, Mike, wanted to
Frank’s tongue stabbed frantically into Traci’s mouth. He was a sloppy kisser, but Traci’s attention wasn’t on his saliva soaked lips and tongue. For the tenth time in the last five minutes Frank’s fingers tentatively stroked her breast. Traci adroitly slid her arm inside his and pushed it away. Frank sat back in his car
Sunny loved to masturbate. She had her hand inside her jeans underneath her panties, and she was finger fucking herself good. It was Saturday night; she was watching an Orlando Bloom movie on HBO. “Ahhhh yeah,” she moaned as Orlando kissed his leading lady. Sunny’s finger jiggled in her tight cunt. She loved to bring
Sarah crawled on her hands and knees across my queen sized bed. As she firmly nestled one of her knees against my pussy and lowered her generous breasts to mine and began stroking her nipples back and forth across mine she smiled and said, “How come I have to do all the work?” “Because it’s
I’m 32 and have been married to Greg for 11 years now. As far as I know, Greg has always been a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he has ever cheated on me. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been fucked by many other
It was a very long day and evening at the office, must have been midnight when I got to the parking garage in the basement. My Ferrari was parked in its normal place, taking two spots as usual and all I could think of was getting home and hitting the sack. The garage is very
The following is based on a true story. I have taken liberty with some of the facts, but the core of the story actually happened many years ago… I was 17 at the time, and I had been dating Becky (also 17) for about one month. We really liked each other a lot, but had
New neighbors moved in across the street from me and the lady was pretty decent looking from my vantage point. I waved hello the first time I saw her and every time since and after they were there for about two weeks, I was painting my living room naked, as I never wore clothes around
I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A
She was hoping he would notice, was afraid he would. She looked down at the tips of her nipples clearly protruding through her tight silk shirt, noting the round circles pushing out of the fabric that fairly shouted “PIERCING”. “Good girls dont get their nipples pierced,” she said out loud. To herself she thought, “Since