Angie was a typical Wolverhampton girl. Loud, outgoing, with little sense of her own identity or of the world around her. She also happened to be attractive, voluptuous and a dirty slut. At the age of 28 she still hadn't quite shaken off the school nickname of "manhole" or the rumour of an improper relationship with a female games teacher. However, her long...
Sarah could not believe how wild her friend could be at times. Her best friend Angie was a freshman, like Sarah, and they had quickly become friends as roommates during their first year at the University of Louisville. Sarah, was a shy girl from rural Kentucky. She was five feet seven inches tall was dark brown hair and even deeper brown eyes. She was at...
If you have not read Meeting Peggy you may want to read it before reading part 2. As part one ended Peggy was laying on our bed in the hotel room. My wife Angie had her face buried between Peggy’s legs and I was sucking on one of her nipples. Suddenly Peggy’s husband appeared on the bed beside me. He leaned over and kissed the nipple that I was not sucking...
All characters are eighteen or older. *** Hailey walked over to where her mom was reading a magazine while sitting at the opposite end of the couch from her father. Leaning down she whispered that she needed to talk to her mother in private. Sitting the magazine she was reading on the end table, Hailey's mom, Angie, got up and followed her daughter down t...
The next morning was a Sunday and Angie went to the service along with her parents, each of them remembering their two family threesomes of the day before, while Angie recalled her own little orgy with Ray Lassiter and the Dumonts. She was wet during Reverend Mitchell's sermon on "unconditional love and other forms of love," which somehow seemed fitting. Ang...
Derek, Angie, and Goran laid together in a naked heap of sweaty sexual satisfaction. Angie lay on her side in the middle of her two drained men with her left hand on Derek's chest, his right hand on top of hers, and his left arm pressed between her breasts, across her flat stomach, ending with his hand on her inner thigh. Goran was on his side facing Angie,...
It was Saturday, and I was on the bus heading home from the grocery story, awkwardly straddling three grocery bags. I felt a buzzing in my pocket, so I reached in and pulled out my phone. "Guess what I'm doing right now?" It was a text from Angie. I pecked away at the numeric keyboard — the iPhone was still a few years away. "No idea." A moment later, m...
It was my own fault, after all I volunteered. I had to go to Germany on short notice at the weekend. In this time of digital communications and video conferencing there are still those times when there is just no substitute for being there. I phoned Angie, my wife and asked her to come with me. I would have to work Saturday morning but after that I would tak...
The phone rang again. This time Angie picked up the receiver. "Hi". Pause. "Oh, that's too bad. Yes, the other girls have already called. But Bob and Johnno and Mike aren't going on the trip. So we've decided to go ahead with the party anyway. Bit top heavy with boys but what the hell." She laughed. Three weeks ago we had decided on an end-of-year basketb...
Mel, or Melanie, was another one of my students. She was also Venus' buddy, and they were often seen studying together. They made quite a pair, Mel and Venus, not least because they were so different -- where Venus was tall and curvaceous, Mel was smaller built and slender. Venus' skin was a lovely bronze whilst Mel's was a creamy white. And where Venus' hai...