The sounds of the Brinton St. Michael Halloween Party died to a distant chatter as Becca stepped out of the old building, tears beginning to appear at the tops of her cheeks. Her thick soles clattered loudly on the flagstones as she walked, echoing around the courtyard in the moonlight until she disappeared through the open gateway and pat-patted down the ro...
Amy woke up next to her husband Trent. It was still dark outside. Why was she awake? It took her a moment to realize she was nauseous. She got out of bed and bolted to the bathroom. Her husband didn't stir. As she threw up, her mind was racing. She had been having unprotected sex with her black boyfriend Treyvon every day for almost two weeks. Amy had a st...
Words inside { and } are thoughts that come from Tricia. Cherry, Becca, Tricia, Peter, and Sean were at Ken's house for a get to know one another a little better party. They had all been drinking and were a bit tipsy. Tricia was on a table dancing without her shirt or bra when she realized what she was doing and went looking for her shirt. Having no luck...
Becca sighed wishfully as another set of oversized breasts were plopped in front of her. "Hey Stevie, how's the orchard?" she asked as she started fondling and massaging the mammories before her. "Good! We cleared out about 30 trees. I think I've got two or three in here," she patted her bust as she spoke. Becca was always envious of the whopping melons she...
Warm Country Lovin' Monroe County, Illinois. 1972-73 [Lightly edited to avoid a misleading and irrelevant categorical error.] Becca and I could never get into calling it "swinging." The word had faintly ridiculous connotations of dippy newsmagazine readers rooting around in a disagreeably sweaty world of amateur pimping and whoring, their bunny medallions...
"Can you order me a drink while I take this?" my girlfriend asked as she answered her phone. "Sure baby!" Sara and I had just arrived at the lounge/restaurant. As she walked away, I admired the view of the sexy little backless dress she was wearing. God I love when she wears a dress! It was early, but the place was already filling with an up-scale crowd i...
Chapter One: Her "Oh my god!" she screamed as her panties dampened with a wet, sticky, thick liquid. Her orgasm overcame all other emotions. She looked down and saw the organ that brought her such pleasure. She rubbed the outside of her pink panties running her fingers through a pink bow tied in front. She rubbed the wetness all over her pussy lips. She...
This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental. ***** I loved Saturdays. They were easily my favorite day of the week. There was something so great about them. Yeah, having no classes was nice. Yeah, the beer was great. Yeah, the footbal...
The contract was signed. Mike and Becca's strange lifestyle continued with her milk filled breasts being enjoyed by him regularly. Four milkings a day with each session limited to 5 minutes was the norm. This was Mike's way to regulate her milk production. While Becca was frequently uncomfortable and sexually frustrated her body had adjusted its production t...
Author's Note: This is probably going to be long, so let me know what you think about chapters instead of all at once. I love real feedback, but please don't use it as an excuse to hit on me. Without further delay, please enjoy and don't forget to vote! * * * * * Leaving the still figure behind in the twin bed across the room, Ashley quietly tiptoed out t...