This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental. ***** The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a return to normalcy for Gwen. The Friday rides had been postponed twice due to conflicting schedules and the imminent arrival of KD as she made her way bac...
Her mature stocking clad thighs were wrapped around the young boy's legs as her hands grasped his cute taught buns pulling him closer to her as she ordered him to fuck her harder. His cock throbbed even more at the way she controlled and governed him for her own pleasure.. This was the second time he'd been to their house and he felt the same degree of tre...
Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who responded to the Review Essay submission I made about how to end The Perfect Pussy, both on the site and through Feedback. To be honest, it was a mixed bag so I did some writing and doodling and tried a bunch of idea, what I came up with can be found in this and in the What If I wrote called Mistaken Identity. I ho...
"Oh, Oh, ohhh yeah." Kim McCall nearly rolled her eyes as she listened to the grunts and groans coming from the guy on top of her. From the sounds he was making a listener would have thought he had a cock the size of a stag film star and was driving it so deeply into the black-haired coed that it was coming out her butt. Well, it wasn't. And if she was hump...
The Butt Of Choice Part 3 We woke up in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock. Bambi was wrapped around me like the night before. Again, her pubic hair was tickling my hip and I had a huge erection. But unlike yesterday, I was going to force myself to have no sex with Bambi for the next two days at least. Bambi stretched and rolled over giving me a v...
I have the most beautiful thirty-five year old wife in the world. She looks a lot like Cher in her heyday, but with better teeth. She has the same long black hair, equaline facial structure, high cheek bones, small high breasts, long, slender legs, and tight ass. I love her fiercely, but she has some idiosyncracies. I've had to adjust to over the past ten y...
It was on June 26, 1998 that my husband and I moved to Mt. Pleasant, a small city in the center of Michigan. For us, it was a move that made for several changes in our life style. We had lived in Dayton, Ohio since we got married in 1995. He was an outside adjuster in Ohio, who traveled all over the state. Now, He was a claims manager, confined to his offi...
It was a beautiful may morning, sunny, not too hot, with a cooling breeze blowing in off the lake, but I couldn't enjoy it because I had my eyes closed. I had my eyes closed because I was enjoying something else: the sensation of a pair of big soft lips and a wet tongue slobbering all over my stiff prick. It's our morning ritual. I come into the office abou...
A continuation of Babysitter Revisited. You are cordially encouraged to read the inaugural chapter before embarking on this journey. You will be glad you did. * It didn't take long for Allison and I to devise our plan for the following evening. She asked a few questions about the older executive, and Ally's intuitions were spot-on. Despite being physic...
(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himse...