Jane Fonda Stories

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Spring Break

by Goldeniangel on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I was hanging out at my friend Victor's house, we were two 20 year old guys on spring break from college and life was good. His mom was a real sweetheart, divorced but very cheerful about everything still… she was also a total MILF. I mean, she was 45 years old, but her skin looked silky smooth, barely any wrinkles and no gray in her dark brown hair that hun...

Melissa Smith-Jones Ch. 02

by JBEdwards on Jun 19, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Special Note: For those readers not from New York where it is wide spread cultural knowledge, 'mishigas' is a Yiddish word meaning nonsense. ******************** In Chapter 1 we met Melissa Smith-Jones. She was the mistress of Mike, a wealthy man who kept her in style in a fancy New York apartment. She bragged to her best friend Jane that Mike was taking h...

Bridging Barriers, Plus One

by Mystery_Meat on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

Fonda and Paul were lying naked on Paul's bed, basking in the afterglow of another amazing sex session. Paul lay on his back, his arm around Fonda. Fonda's head was on his shoulder, her ebony leg draped over Paul's ivory leg. She was running her brown hand slowly over Paul's muscular, tanned chest, enjoying the contrast. Paul was running his fingers through...

Hollywood is at Fault and to Blame!

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Movies have made me the voyeur that I am and I am suing. I do not hide the fact that I am a voyeur, a voyeur who loves exhibitionist women. Oh, yeah, I love to watch, especially if you love to show. When I think about women wearing short skirts that shows their long, shapely, shaved legs and the triangular patch of white or pastel panty when they sit even...

Bridging Barriers Ch. 03 Pt. 02

by Mystery_Meat on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

This is a sequel to "Bridging Barriers III Pt.1", and will provide more enjoyment if read in sequence. Sorry it was so long between chapters. All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica. * Tapping his cigarette into a glass ashtray, Rudy watched his wife's brown finger...

Bridging Barriers Ch. 03 Pt. 01

by Mystery_Meat on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

This is a sequel to "Bridging Barriers", and will provide more enjoyment if read in sequence. * One of the many things about Fonda that Paul liked was that she told you what was on her mind. She would tell him exactly what she liked during sex and he was happy to oblige. However, a request she made late one Saturday morning didn't elicit the usual immediat...

Bridging Barriers

by Mystery_Meat on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

Fonda stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and liked what she saw. Though she was now 43 years-old, her stomach was still flat, her 34C breasts were still relatively firm, as was her ass. She cupped a hand under each breast and looked admiringly at her small dark chocolate nipples on her globes of milk c...

Fonda and Clark

by Egmont0409 on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

CHAPTER 1 The taxi pulled up outside the all-white Fulton Mansion resplendent with light blue doors and shutters and harmonious architecture. The sole passenger Clark Fulton jumped out when seeing his departing sister-in-law about to enter her parents' Mercedes and called, "Hey, Fonda, wait up." She turned and Clark was dismayed at how lined the face of th...

Jennifer Aniston On 'The View' Ch. 02

by peeder_exposed on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

"So Elizabeth, do you ever help your guests loosen up before the show?" Jen asked. "I try to make our guests as comfortable as possible, whatever." "That's exactly what I wanted to hear you say, Elizabeth, because you know what? The only thing that helps me loosen up before a television appearance is to have another woman eat my pussy." Elizabeth gasped,...

The Rape Machine

by BoboNY on Sep 12, 2018
NonHuman

I came home late last Friday and found my house a shambles. That was the night of the big thunderstorm, and, as I slid the key into the door and turned it, my hair stood on end. I don't mean that I got spooked, I mean that all the hairs on my head, which I had recently dyed pale-moon blue to match my eyes, stood at attention, as if they were trying to get a...