(This is a continuation of a previous story, where June - a 1950s housewife - caught a young neighbor watching her pleasure herself upon a washing machine.) * She hung the laundry to dry. Went around to the front of the house, opened the gate in the white picket fence and began walking down the tree-lined street. A few minutes later, June was knocking on...
John tried not to make the stairs creak as he made his way up to bed. It had gone midnight and his wife had gone up nearly two hours ago. Opening the door to their room, he saw the light from the phone in her hand. "You and your games. Sweety Crush is it?" he asked. "Level 19." she said, without looking away from the screen. He took off his clothes, lett...
Where is my friend, my inspiration, my muse? Oh to feel his hands upon me, to stir up ideas begging to be explored. His tall dark body stands before me. Waiting for which fantasy we shall work on tonight. Shall he be the strict teacher teaching the young mouthy girl what her mouth is best used for, while bringing the ruler down on her bare ass? Her skirt l...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter's falls in love with Bill's wife, Tiffany, his best friend's wife. A black Nubian princess, neighbor and friend, she's an ex-stripper. Being as quiet as he could be so that Linda didn't hear him rattling around downstairs, Walter went in the kitchen, grabbed himself a couple of beers and quietly opened the...
Sex can be a hunger, a point subtly made by my sub-conscious as I licked my lips watching Sharon stroke herself. I had learned her name from the mailbox at the end of the drive. For weeks now, I had spent part of every evening nestled in the lilac bushes outside the window watching this exquisite beauty make love to herself. What began as a chance occurance...
Chapter 20: Rub-a-Dub-Dub The hot water of the shower splashed on her face washing away the last vestiges of sleep from her body. Josey Weaver wiped the water from her eyes and the grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hand before lathering it into her shoulder length brown hair. As she washed her hair she looked down at her slender, naked,...
This is a true story and Sam is not her real name. To all those evil opinionated Anonymous commentators this took place in a time that STDs were closely monitored by the Military, and this life style has nothing to do with my cock size or having homosexual tendencies. This life style was a total turn on, and unless you have never experienced it, my opinion i...
Rob, one of my wife's friend's sons, called to our house the other day. Apparently he was struggling to find work and he was desperate to earn some money for a rock concert his mates were going to and Bev's friend had told him that Bev had said she needed to get her car washed and the garden tidied but didn't have the time. So there he was, bucket and sponge...
I normally don't like to work out-of-town, however having just gone through a rough break-up with my long-time girlfriend a month earlier I jumped at the chance to drive half-way across the country to assist the company I work for with replacing power lines which had been destroyed by recent Tornado's in Kansas. I had my gear packed and was pointing my truck...
His cock stirred as he glanced out the window at the girl washing her car next door. Jennifer was home from college again this weekend, and as he watched from his bedroom window, his hand started stroking his cock. She wasn't beautiful; she was the typical "girl next door", but she had sparkly eyes and a cheerful laugh, and best of all, she had big tits – th...