Ed Note: This is a quick sequel to One of those Vegas Stories. It would read better to read the other story first, but it is ok stand alone. There is couple swapping, so if that is not your thing save yourself some time. ***** I woke up with my best friend's wife Jen laying naked on top of me. Beside me on the bed, close enough to touch, was my wife Erica,...
Erica Rivers moaned to herself, whispering something nearly inaudible. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She was panting now, letting her body succumb to the motions of her palm against her clitoris. "Wait, what did she say right there?" Aaron Abrahams asked. "'Fuck, fuck, fuck'?" Vijay Patel answered, somewhat baffled as to how Aaron could have missed Erica's repea...
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a position in the hard wooden desk that wouldn't cause my ass to go numb. Just five more minutes. Five more minutes and then my weekend could begin. I hated Friday classes. They always seemed to drag on, and this one was no different. And to make matters worse, this particular lecture took place in the oldes...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story's lead male character is a supporting character in my first story, "Ashley's Angelic". It's not strictly necessary to read that one first, but it will help in explaining some of the backdrop and references in this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this. * My name is Geoff. My two best friends in the world are Jay and Ashley. J...
In the morning all the police were gone, but the damage from all their forensic tools was extensive. Alan had no idea how to clean all the luminal and finger print dusting power off of everything. So he called a cleaning service and had them come take care of it. They had a quick breakfast and Erica was due at the spa at 8am sharp. They would start with the...
With Vivian spread eagled on the blanket, Erica squirmed into her optimum position, and wrapped one of her arms under and around one of her sister's parted thighs. In this manner, she was able to bring both of her hands up to spread apart Vivian's labia lips causing the clitoris to prominently protrude. Erica sunk her teeth onto Vivian's clit and forcibly bi...
I don't know whose bedroom we ended up in, or even how I got in here in the first place, but Amanda's hand is down the front of my pants and Erica's lips are on my own; the two girls are drunk out of their minds, and luckily I happened to be in the way while they were on their little journey to the bed. I'm fairly tipsy myself, but both the women are smashed...
"Here's our room, little brother." Cathy pushed the door to her dorm room open and waved him in with a flourish. "I told you not to call me that here," Matt said. "Give me a little dignity as a prefrosh, please!" He grinned to lessen the sarcasm, hefted his bag, and strode into the room. It was bigger than he assumed, what with the college horror stories o...
She passed Fifth Street and checked her watch, right on schedule and thankfully the crossing light was on her side this morning so she eased across the intersection without having to stop. Music from her IPod spurred her on as she rounded the corner on Jackson Avenue, in the home stretch now. The warm early May morning sun at her back, she could see the entr...
This is another in a series of (mostly) true stories about my wife, Erica, and me, Bryan. I appreciate all the votes and most of all, you reading my stories. In full disclosure, I knew the first few stories were going to be somewhat tame. They were based on true events of two religious virgins getting to know each other, especially physically. However, I hop...