It was early and already warm last Sunday, about 7 A.M.. We were still laying comfortably, naked in bed when a loud, intruding, commanding and relentless pounding on the door agitated me. As I got up questioning, "Who the hell is waking us? This better be urgent or . . . " I hastily grabbed the closest robe which turned out to be Sue's short, translucent gre...
I am awoken in the middle of the night, and again in the morning, by the familiar stimulation of my nipples and the pressure to express. I position the cups and let the pump do its work, suckling, drawing the milk from me, relieving the ache in my too-full breasts and stirring instead a different ache, the need to be touched, and more, to be driven to climax...
The Count D'Urberville's strumpets were as requested: a comely pair, scrubbed clean and unencumbered by any kind of underwear. He reclined on the shabby hotel's best furniture, did his best to ignore the drunken cacophony from the bar downstairs, and surveyed the naked rumps revealed by cheekily raised skirts. "You." He prodded one bare buttock with the col...
Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave hi...
I had known Mel for ages, and had fancied her from afar for ages also. She was slim, smallish, had blondeish hair and a decent figure, but little breasts, which she had yakked on about continuously, since I had known her. Last week, I got a call out of the blue from her, saying that as she was going South soon to get a new job, so she wanted to come and visi...
Bronagh O'Shea was always waiting. She had waited until she was eighteen to marry, and now she spent her married existence waiting again. When she wasn't waiting for Donald O'Shea, her husband of seven years, to get out of bed and come through for breakfast, she was waiting for him to come home for his dinner. Waiting for him to find gainful employment since...
"Not so fast, sweetie." Miss Rebecca's admonition stopped me in mid-crawl, halfway toward where Rob sat, naked, with his legs splayed and his beautiful tumescent cock beckoning. Having just pleasured her, and tasted the love left by her husband, my second helping of his cum that day, all I was thinking was how much I wanted, no needed, was to feel the pulsin...
1."Ok hun, you have my phone number, and dinner is already on the stove," Beth said. I was house sitting for my girlfriend Beth. I've known her for quite some time now. She was going out of town for a few days on a business trip and needed someone she could trust to watch over her house while she was gone. I sure didn't mind doing it since her house was hug...
I was certainly surprised to see a letter from my ex-stepmother in my mailbox. She had been my father's fourth wife, and like all the rest it failed miserably. He was a fast earning, fast moving sales executive, but his eyes had always wondered a bit faster. I don't think they lasted two years before she caught him in bed with a twenty-year-old blond. I had...
December 27 afternoon Maggie seemed nervously ebullient all afternoon long. After not fucking Marcus in several days, they had shared an intense, intimate coupling. Part of her happiness was undoubtedly due to the fact that she was giving her body to the man who had put his black seed deep in her, breeding her with his black child. In my experience, there...