By June, the group of friends had expanded considerably since the beginning of 1957. Robert Clark and Lisa Green were starting their new life together. But they couldn't get married until her divorce from the bastard Donald Price was finalized, which would take another eight months. They were being careful not to get Lisa pregnant. They wanted to be sure t...
We crossed the street hand in hand laughing at the night's scenario. Aaron opened the front door for me and I rushed to the bedroom to prepare myself for what was to happen next. I slipped on my wedding ring from my purse, retrieved the lube from the nightstand, squatted, pulled my panties to the side, inserted the tube into my pussy and squeezed hard; prepa...
What a mess I am, I thought, as I stroked myself in the bar restroom, thinking about my employee's cock, that huge black fucker that I'd just sucked; the one that would be pumping a load into my wife within the hour. He only let me suck on it because I begged him to show me what he'd be fucking my wife with. He lifted that huge dick to my mouth, telling me i...
Author's note: This is the first of two continuations of a very long story. It won't make sense to you if you haven't read all the rest. (I'm sorry, but the numbering of the epilogues is a little confusing. The part labeled "Epilogue 1" contained two sections of epilogue, and the part labeled "Epilogue 4" will as well.) This was written for my own enjoym...
Author's note: This is Part 1 of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. In revising this (the whole story, not mostly this part), I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made the whole story even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it different. If you're looking mostl...
New Year's Eve 1956 in Washington, D.C. was the night Tom and Lynda Seldon made the ultimate sacrifice for their best friends, Charles and Diana Richards. They had made the most gut-wrenching decision of their lives... and they'd had second and third and fourth thoughts about what they did. But at Charles' insistence, Tom had finally relented to that one-tim...
My daughter is a high school senior and a very good softball player. When she first started playing travel ball, my wife and I would take turns taking her to out of town tournaments so the other could stay home and tend to our restaurant business and our two dogs. This is when our life took a very interesting turn. At the first tournament, I found myself ha...
Nine was a slight dogleg to the left; deep grass beckoned the unwary hooker. Carina stepped up smartly, peered out as if inspecting the troops and then dropped down neatly into her stance. A clubhead measured, a bit of a wiggle, and WHAP! Her partners were silent for a moment. Then, “Nice blow, girl,” one of them muttered, as the pellet sailed neatly toward...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17i: The Batting Order Ch. 09 Paul. "If you'll let David in, please, Shirley." My mother said. Steve had turned his back and was finishing buttoning his flies. Shirley was very red faced. From embarrassment or exertion I couldn't tell. "Well, let's go then." Steve said walking briskly to where his cricket bag lay. "Help...