The remains of their dinner were on the table. Cindy delighted in her nakedness, refusing even to slip into her panties. She laughed and burbled and her conversation was-now sprinkled with cunt and cock and fuck and pussy and ass and titties. She was, Sherri thought with pleasure, acting like a naughty little girl getting
“You really won’t tell my daddy?” Cindy asked. “Why should I say anything to him?” Sherri responded. She was fresh from the shower, wrapped in a huge towel. She came back to Tommy’s room, and sat in his one chair, crossing her long legs and looking at them. Tommy’s cock was half hard, and Cindy
Sherri couldn’t breathe as she stared at her son’s cock. Her tits seemed to swell in a painful way, her nipples throbbing. They felt long, very hard. Her stomach trembled and her thighs began to shake. Her clit bulged, squeezed between her legs. She felt her cunt clenching, and she couldn’t take her eyes from
“God, Cammy, please let me touch you! My balls are hurting so much I can’t believe it.” Cammy moved her hips back from Ralph’s eager hands. She’d dated him half the summer, but he’d never came on like this before. Maybe the pressure of school starting up was getting to him. Maybe she was getting
“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
Mike hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking parlour. He spotted Eve right away, standing to the right of the long row of cows already chained in the milking passage. She had put on a white coat, and her blonde hair was piled high on her head, and capped with a
Robbie left her bed just in time. Hal came home around midnight, and she had just shooed her son out of her room only five minutes earlier. She worried that her husband would notice the mussed sheets, smell the scent of hot cunt and wild fucking that lingered in the room, but all he did
As she waited for her daughter to go to bed, Karen lay on the couch on her stomach. She positioned herself this way so her son could see the swell of her ass and her long thighs. In the middle of the floor, Judy was sprawled on her stomach, reading a book, her feet lifted
Picking up her son’s shorts, Karen pressed them to her face, inhaling his scent. The throb between her thighs brought a soft moan from her lips. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she turned Robbie’s shorts inside out, pressing the crotch against her lips, breathing deeply the scent of his cock and balls
Molly poured herself a cup of tea. She had been feeling shaky since yesterday afternoon, when the stupids had discovered her in Room 120, spying on the couple next door while she finger-fucked herself. She had ordered them to leave the room and to wait in the motel office. Then she’d somehow managed to fumble
Molly made sure no one was watching, then slipped the master key into the lock of Room 120. She walked in quickly, closing the door behind her. Already, she was beginning to shiver with excitement, her nipples hardening under her light summer blouse. The room looked pretty much like any of the other twenty-five rooms
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,
Niki Eagletown paced the outside aisle between the last row of desks and the windows. She could see the schoolyard and the small park beyond, its trees and shrubs just beginning to bud with spring, and because of the slant of the afternoon sun, she was also able to see her image reflected in the
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
Next morning, Susan stood by the kitchen table, topless, she only wore the bottom half of a sexy thong bikini that barely covered her ass crack. The tiny stripe of the bikini may be holding some object in her asshole. With hands behind her back, subservient as she looked at the floor like a shy