My wife Judy and I often go to a local nude beach. We watch the other nude people, get naked ourselves, fool around, and talk about sex. The antics of the people at the nude beach never fail to at least entertain us, usually in an erotic way. One of my fantasies is to watch Judy give a guy a blow-job on the beach, but it seemed conditions were never quite ri...
We had just ordered another round of drinks and after taking a sip, L decided she had to go to the restroom. I watched her as she walked away from the table. She isn't a model, but when she's feeling sexy she can act the part. She is 5.4 with reddish brown hair about half way to her shoulders. AT 41, her tits are no longer perky, but they aren't saggy either...
After yet more discussions, we decided to act on one of Sarah's new found fantasies. She wanted to be used. Used in any way people wanted to. I wasn't so sure, although my cock convinced me otherwise. The difference this time was that I would be there and maybe join in. For the rest of the week, we would fuck together after I applied lotions to Sarah's mark...
Ch. XV: Tom's Party As the days quickly slid past there was graduation and all that went with that. The preparations for the party some how were made. The refrigerator was filled with beer and Judy bought plenty of Hamburgers and french-fries. Tom set up his CD player outside by the pool and washed out the cooler. A table was set up to put the food on. Ever...
I had never fucked a married woman before, let alone one whose husband was snoring in a drunken slumber in the next room, separated only by the very wall our bed was slamming against. And as my raging cock exploded cum into her melting pussy, I had to wonder if she would let my juices flow out from the depths of her cunt and stain his bed. This afternoon I...
__________________________________ Birthdays are a very special time; a time of happy memories; a time of presents. And a very special gift indeed was to be young Akira's marking the rite of passage on the day when the boy would become a man. ___________________________________ The private elevator glided up to the top floor in a whispered rush as Gresham...
Glen had been saving all of his emotions for this day, as he stepped out of his wagon after the long drive from town. It was a beautiful day, with a warm sun and the air filled with birds and bugs. He donned his pre-packed backpack, secured his car, and headed for the trail into the mountains. The forest urged him on, until he was almost running from the joy...
Sgt. Frank Murphy of the Centerville Bomb Squad cut the blue wire and watched as the counter on the device in front of him snapped from 3 to 2. "Guess my number is up." he thought; and he thought of his wife and how much he loved her. There was a blue blur before him and then the device was gone. He didn't get it. Then there was a hand on his shoulder. Att...
NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA The thirty-year old Irish whiskey wrapped itself around the ice in Jacques Cartier's glass. He drank alone these days; safer for everyone around him that way, he reasoned. The First Street mansion was more prison than home since... since he... since she... Jacques, known as Jack to his friends, when he did have friends, pushed the thou...
Chapter 4: Riding Around With Torrie, Donna and Rudy It was already dark when we arrived at Donna and Rudy' house on Friday evening. Of course that wasn't surprising since it was almost 8 o'clock in late January. It was also very cold. As a matter of fact, it was as cold as December 5, 1969. That was the night I fucked Torrie for the first time. As we set...