(C) - GratefulFred The Swallower She had a rep as a swallower and not a spitter. Ages ago she had mastered the gag reflex by instinct and could take a guy like me down whole and she’d never spit up a drop. She craved the taste I could give to her and has been known to do a series of guys one at a time. Doing us would get her so wet I bet. She even did girl...
The clank of the Ed's final cast hit the stake a dead ringer and we had lost. Shouts of victory from Ed and Lloyd, the winners, then groans from Dave and me. It had been a serious horseshoe tournament as it was at every Saturday-before-Labor-Day barbecue and this time Dave and I had taken our lumps. Ed was, as always, a gracious winner. "Come on, Jim, have...
I've been married to my lovely wife Cindy for 30 years. We've had a very happy marriage, if rather unusual. Or at least most people would think it unusual, if they knew the real story. Fortunately for our family and friends, on the surface our life has been quite conventional-a nice house in the suburbs, two children, two cars and a cat. Indeed, we might be...
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Carrie Snow performed a perfect cartwheel landing gently on her feet. Invigorated by cheerleading practice the eighteen year-old senior smiled at her teammates as she paused to catch her breath. Clad in a white top showing plenty of cleavage and a pair of tiny, skimpy red shorts that barely covered her perfect ass she exuded sex. She knew it and she basked i...
Author's note: This is the second installment of what I hadn't originally conceived of as a series. Before reading this you may wish to read the previous story, "Sex with the X?" It explains more about the characters' backgrounds and details their most recent sexual encounter. # # # # # It had been nearly two years since I'd last seen Christina, and even t...
"Why won't you tie me up, dammit?" Hmm...I know she thinks I can be a bit, well, reserved sometimes. But I think near-shouting that in a restaurant might be a bit much. Especially considering that it took two months to get a reservation in this place. And considering that she always complains I don't want to go anywhere. I take another piece of the, frank...
Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing adventures in swinging. I hope you find at least some of the these stories humorous. Chapter 10: Uh, I'm with the band. You hear a lot of folks who are into this whole swinging thing say that they want to find people that they can "just hang out with." You know. Watch a game. Go to the movies. Jerk o...
*Before... I lose track of everything after he seeds my insides and kept going. No not everything. Three highs after the mixture entry affected me. Three times Steven came inside of me. I dimly remember the clock. And my body in some sort of perfect fuck shock after he was done and shaking with him vibrating too our hearts pounding after that and him s...
It sounded like the perfect holiday – at least at first – just my best friends, Sandy, Lissa and me – Sherry, renting a beach house for a whole week of nothing but sun and fun. Problem was – it was a little more isolated than we would have liked – seeing as there was nothing around for miles. So, at the nearest store we could find, we loaded up on booze, foo...