Wendy and Marie are sisters, aged eighteen and nineteen. There both quite pretty young women, fit and fairly intelligent. They both play tennis. They actually have a tennis court build onto their backyard. The advantages of owning a large backyard, I guess. They're not bad players. Quite good in fact, and I told them so. I can't see why they were so insulte...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Chapter 3 Making Connections That Saturday, I spent most of my time with the hot tub guys who, after installing the big 6-person tub with like a thousand jets and with a ton of other features, most of it was out of my league so they just showed me the basics like the chemicals and the how the heat timer works but still, it was another day before we were ab...
I live for the moment I hear that catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each tender touch, and caress of her sensitive places, I wait for those three words she will not say..., yet. ***** Our Phone Calls Part 1 Except for my Reserve weekends, most of my Saturday morning routines consist of, first what ever needs to be...
I've been dreading this moment since I received my exam back-with a failing grade. This is an upper level graduate class and Professor Harrison isn't the kind of man who gives second chances. He's tough, and domineering, and expects his students to be well-prepared and knowledgeable. I want badly to please him, but I've let both him and myself down. Now he's...
Andrew is the name. I'm eighteen and in my final year at school. I'm what you might call average. Average looks, average personality, average intelligence, just plain average, or so I consider myself. Others have different impressions. My parents think I'm Mr Perfect, teachers give me the impression that they think I'm a fool who asks too many questions, gir...
June 1st 2042 I'd been to the Comstock Institute before; back in the days when my family had money. The Comstock Institute caters to a very exclusive sort of clientele. It's more than just an expensive brothel. Any brothel can provide their customers with an attractive girl who will strip naked and allow you to impale her on your swollen, erect penis, bu...
I wasn't exactly sure where to put this story. As she is putting on a show for her husband, I figured exhibitionism was probably the best category. It is very short. ***** I sipped my whiskey as I watched my wife Carol sliding her vibrator in and out of her pussy with her left hand. Her right hand was on her computer keyboard typing dirty to her online l...
"Where have you been?" I asked her. Weekends are terrible. Karan loves to drink. And when he is drunk, he does things to her which extend his normal ten minute fuck to a one hour fuck. I cant handle that. I am jealous of Karan's ability to take my Sunita at will. And sometimes when Karan fucks her in that state, he gets adventurous. She had never known an o...
Chapter 8 Hot Tub Hierarchy After our night spent blurring and crossing lines, or trying new things, to put it mildly... I was feeling a little embarrassed about the panties, and even more so in how I let Veronica 'take me' with little-Reg... So I was a bit cool on the whole subject when we would talk, but by that Wednesday we were both bundles of nerves,...