Satisfaction Guaranteed! "Wow, I began thinking to myself as I lay there with Joannie, is this the way it always is or could be with most of the women here?" Then I said aloud, but intended the next 'comment' to be intended for myself only, "Hmmmm... hmmm." It slipped out. "What's that honey, Joannie asked quietly, what's on your mind sweetheart?" I wonde...
After making out for a while, Walt suggested they go back in the house. Naked, they climbed out of the hot tub and made their way back to his bedroom which overlooked the backyard and hot tub. Standing at the window, Amber asked, "Do you think anyone saw us in the hot tub?" "Possibly. We weren't very quiet. But, only the rent house on the other side of the...
I had one foot up on the sofa as I painted my toenails a bright shade of red. Bert, sitting opposite me, had a fantastic view up my dressing gown and to the bulge of my swollen pussy in the gusset of my underwear. My 21-year-old hole was soaked with my juices thanks to my blatant display, and my 82-year-old housemate no doubt had a rigid hard-on straining hi...
Normally I would not have been up so early. It was Christmas break after all and I'd just gotten home from my most stressful finals week yet. It was the first semester of my sophomore year at college, and after getting home late on a Friday evening, I'd been looking forward to finally getting a chance to sleep in. But of course that would be interrupted by o...
Blessed are those warm, friendly older women who generously use their bodies to comfort young men. Who have outgrown modesty and bashfulness and use their ample endowments for the betterment of young manhood. Selfless, they are. B fell under the graces of such a woman once. She helped him through a hard time, her gentle hands holding him, her billowing warm...
I'm not going to lie to you, I'm wasn't the most experienced guy in the world. Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of girlfriends. Yet, the farthest I had ever gone was, well, under the bra...if you know what I'm getting at. Girls make me nervous, real nervous. I never know the right things to say and I usually end up sounding like an ass. If I see a...
This installment of You Fucked Where? is a blast from the past. This episode takes place back in the 80's before I was married and still in what I called my whore days. It was mid summer in Northern Indiana and as I recall it was hot. It was a beautiful day and my boyfriend and I decided we were going to take advantage of that. We thought with such a good d...
Glen began to tenderly lift me off of Mr. Pruit as Clem continued to stare at me. Mr. Pruit looked dazed and embarrassed as he shook himself and raised himself on his forearms. "Before you go downstairs and clean-up, I need your help with Clem. You know how he is!" barked the vice-principal in a no-nonsense voice. I was confused. What help would she need f...
Disclaimer: Though this story is written from my point of view, all characters, situations, etc. are fictional and any similarity to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * This happened when I was 18 years old, in my first year of college and at home by chance rather than choice. A younger cousin of my mother's was staying with us for a few...
Note: This chapter serves as a go between chapters to introduce Bridget and give you a glimpse into thier relationship. Next chapter you get to meet Heather's sexy new intern. My desk was strategically placed in front of St. Ives office. I had moved it myself as to intercept any person who intended to speak to him. If they were under peaceful terms I woul...