Beth lay back in the warm soapy water relaxing after a hectic week at work. The water gently swirled round her soft breasts as she lay back to soak and clean her body. She had been thinking that her sex life with her husband had been a little mundane lately and had decided to liven it up a little. After much thought she had decided that to spice things up a...
I arrived at the mountain chalet about an hour before his plane was due to touchdown. I took an approving tour around the cabin, familiarizing myself with the layout and letting my desires lead my imagination down sultry paths. After I stowed my weekend bag in the closet, I decided to spread some of my own touches around the luxury rental before he arrived,...
My wife has these amazing round, melanous breasts that really get me turned on (and every other guy she has ever had), not to mention a smooth, hot body, but we'll get to that in a minute. I've imagined her straddling old lovers, sliding up and down their wet shafts dangling those big, swinging tits in their faces as they push into her. Due to a recent busi...
Tara dropped her shorts to the floor and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing ample breasts barely encased in their flimsy lace bra. Brett lay face down on the bed, his arms outstretched with his head turned away from her. Afternoon sunlight lit their bedroom. Waves crashed onto the nearby beach, beating a rhythm on the sand. She stopped to look at h...
A while back I wrote a story called "Sandra Turns Over," about my wife Sandra, or rather, about her big sexy ass. And how, after she put on some pounds after a few kids, she got into my playing with her ass, and finally, into my fucking her ass. It usually starts like this. We start making out, my hands going all over her curvy body, feeling her heavy breas...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
Bernard you may remember is the French amateur photographer that Chris and I met in 1989 at the Naturist resort of Agde in the South of France. He took some very sexy nude photos of me and said that a girl is not naked until she has shaved away all of her pubic hair so that when she strips the lips of her cunt are always on show. A sentiment that both Chris...
. . Chapter I . . The rich girl shifted in her hospital bed, uncomfortable and more than slightly irritated. This bronchitis was driving her nuts. All the IV medication was making her bladder feel like an over-sized water balloon and every time she coughed, a little urine would trickle down her well-toned thighs and onto the bed sheets. I'm rich, she thoug...
She awakes slowly as the light filters its way through her bedroom curtains. It must be morning but her body still wants to sleep. As her mind clears and begins to focus she remembers that she will see him today. This thought arouses her immediately. She feels that warmth growing in her groin and a wry smile curls across her lips. It has been so long since s...
My name is Jack. I'm 65. The family next door has a 22-year-old daughter named Vicki. She's a wizard on the computer. I'm not. I recently asked a nephew if he remembered the girl next door who used to play ball with a gang of kids in the vacant lot out back. He had asked if I meant the one who had nice tits that we used to watch bounce. When I told him tha...