I was in back of Nicole and I could no longer control myself, as I was showing how to stroke the cue stick, my hard cock pushed up against her beautiful, tender bare ass. I quickly pulled my crotch back because I realized that if I didn't, I would end up 'dry fucking' her and cumming in my pants, uugg, that's messy. She let me know that it felt good to her b...
Kelly applied the ice pack to my injured knee and I winced in pain. "Thanks Kelly." I said with genuine appreciation. "No sweat." She stated in a sympathetic tone. Kelly was a senior and one of the best players on our college volleyball team. During a team scrimmage, she spiked a ball at the net that I went after with a vengeance. As I stretched out my...
3. Next morning found Tamara standing in front of Mr Fria's door. She had never spoken to the man before, but he seemed like an approachable, friendly man. She remembered Ms Argent's words from the previous day. The director was in her hands, she could ruin her reputation. All she needed to do was to knock on the door go in and tell Mr Fria what had happe...
Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. H...
Lisa was my favorite coworker. She and I seemed be the only women on our shift that weren't complete bitches. I had never seen such a collection of shallow, judgmental bitches in my life. If they weren't obsessed with status and money they were holier than thou, looking down their superior noses at anyone and almost everyone. Lisa on the other hand, was sup...
The two had made it a day together. They turned a quick trip out to the mall into a girl's brunch that morphed into something else. They wanted the time away from things back home and the dreariness of domestic life. There was catching up to do; catching up on one another more precisely. One had moved in just down the street from the other and the two old ga...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Lilian set her suitcase down on the small twin bed, dumping her backpack next to it and looked around her old room. It always seemed smaller than she remembered. The furniture hadn't changed, but the walls had gotten a coat of paint that matched the rest of her parents house. Boring...
For several weeks after Susan and Ellen spent that hot and heavy evening with me, Susan and I swapped dozens of teasing, sometimes naughty, sometimes inquisitive and sometimes just friendly emails. Of course, we had moved from the company email system to our personal computers. During those weeks, Susan admitted to being confused about her sexuality. She had...
The carriage rounded a corner from a narrow dirt lane causing a flock of chickens and ducks to scatter. A young girl was crossing the courtyard from the community well carrying two water buckets that were much too heavy for her size. Four matched stallions, snow white with black feet and black leather harnesses decorated in silver, spooked. The horse pulling...
KRISTINA MELHART'S STORY My best friend, Karen Styles, invited me to spend the weekend at her family's cabin in the mountains near Payson, Arizona. It was mid February and we had a three-day weekend coming up—no school until Tuesday, so I readily agreed. We left Horizon High School in Scottsdale, where we're both Seniors, as soon as school was out on Frida...