My wife, Jean and I live in a large city where there is a large, military installation not far from us. Each year, generally in November, they host an annual obstacle course run. Men and women of all shapes, sizes, and ages enter this exciting competition year on year. As with many races, the organizers award medals to the top three finishers in each age gr...
It was Saturday, but I had to work. My wife Jean told me she was to going hang out and go shopping with her friend Annette. When I came home from work, Jean and Annette were lying out on the deck, sunning themselves topless. Standing by the door, admiring the view, I could feel myself getting hard. After pausing a good long while, I finally opened the door t...
**This takes place after Wolverine and Jean have their first kiss in X-Men II X-Men United. No one may redistribute this story without written, expressed permission from the author. I appreciate all comments, whether good or constructive criticism from my readers. This story is rather a bit longer than my first, so have patience. Thanks go to Danielle Kitten...
A dozen or so students filed out of Jean Grey's classroom, passing Professor Charles Xavier who greeted them each as they proceeded to their next classes. The bald man waited patiently in his hover-chair for the last of them to go by before mentally urging the silent chair into her classroom. The lean, red-haired beauty, one of his first students and longest...
Watching my fiancé Jean-Richard Jeunesse squirm as I stroke my eight-inch strap-on dildo always brings a smile to my face. My name is Charlotte Darcy. A five-foot-four, short-haired, athletically built young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University as an international student, for I'm originally from the Cit...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...
Part 1: Jean Sterger copyright 2012 by Darksolid358 This story takes place in Stormbringer's E&I Series. -------------------------------------------------------------- June 2012 Dozens of photographers and fans lined up for the red carpet grand opening of Hidden Closet Chicago. It had been the first fashion/swimwear/lingerie store of CEO Victoria Go...
Last week I took a friend to the airport. I had to get a special pass to take them to the departure gate. With no special place to go, I decided to sit among the crowds and read the newspaper. Just across the aisle from me was a very striking woman. She caught my eye because although she appeared to be in her mid 50s, she was fit and trim and dressed ver...
"Slowly," Jean breathed, her voice so strained she might have been begging, though the sheer need in her tone was far too vehement for that. "Give it to me very slowly... that's it... bit by bit... inch by inch... all the way... ohhh, Scott, your tongue...!" Scott knelt between Jean's stockinged legs. He had her pinned against her desk, almost sitting on i...
Jean looped the apron around her neck and tied it behind her waist. She wore nothing else. It covered her full breasts and her sex, naturally enough, but let her wide ass spread out below the apron strings. She couldn't wait for Scott to walk into the kitchen and see it. She knew that she was a voluptuous woman, not like tall, slender Emma, with her svelte h...