The Slut Ch. 03

“The story continues…”

I was sitting in the kitchen chair looking at Dan sitting in his recliner. Greg was sitting on the couch, with only a towel wrapped around him. I guess Greg and I were waiting for Dan to talk first since Tammy was gone.

“You really just met that chick?” Dan asked Greg.

“Yeah man. We had our first date last night. I fucked her all night then Scott and I spent the afternoon fucking her at the lake.” Greg commented like it was the most natural thing in the world.

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The Scarf Ch. 02

*Chapter 2: Saturday Night*

Chris closed her eyes. Water flowed over her body in warm streams from the showerhead above. She tilted her head back and let her hair guide the water down her back. She felt the water on her breasts and stomach and ass and legs. Chris considered staying in the shower the rest of the day.

The 29-year-old woman looked down at her feminine hands, highlighted by blood red nails, as they traced their way around the bottom of her breasts and just lightly teased her hardened nipples. Eventually, she reached for a bar of soap and ran it across her neck, shoulders and breasts. Her nipples tingled and a familiar shiver ran down to her pussy. Read the rest of this entry »

Slut of the Party Ch. 3

Erin sat up in the bed. She was naked, and she felt a little ashamed that she just took on two guys whom she just met. But, when would she ever see those guys again? How often does she actually visit this city, anyway? Who cares – have fun now, nobody she sees on a regular basis will ever know!

She smiled, and grabbed a drink off the nightstand that one of the guys left behind. It was nearly a full beer. She quickly drank it down to half, trying to compose herself. She grabbed her panties off the floor and slid them up her smooth legs. She then grabbed her bra. Read the rest of this entry »

Sorority Fundraiser

The air was warm and the morning sunshine streamed through my window and across my bed. My eyes slowly came open and I yawned into my pillow. I stretched thoroughly; my fingers, my back, my legs, and blinked myself awake before flipping over onto my back. About this time, I noticed that I was suffering from that most terrible affliction: Morning Wood.

The sheet was tented up high above my lap. I spread my legs some and let my cock strain up against the light linen. My excited pole pushed up and throbbed. I quickly closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had just been dreaming about. Unfortunately, the fantasy had evaporated and I was left only with my hard cock souvenir. I absentmindedly slipped my hand under the sheet, pushed it under the waistband of my fire truck boxers, and gripped my erect shaft by the base to gave it a squeeze and a shake. Read the rest of this entry »

Pet Ownership Ch. 13

*Part 13: You Want to What*

I was still at Dick and Jackie’s when Kathy and Pet finished their weekend. They were going to pick me up there on the way home. That was a good idea since they both needed a hot hard live cock pounding their pussy. Their timing was a little off though when they came in the back yard I was pumping Jackie’s pussy full of cream and Dick was filling her mouth. I didn’t even know they were there until I heard Pet’s voice, “Well Aunt Kathy I guess we’ll just have to get them hard again.” We had all fallen to the ground after fucking Jackie. When I looked up I was looking under Pet’s skirt at her naked pussy. Dick was doing the same to my wife. Read the rest of this entry »

P.A.G.E.

It all happened because of Lenny. We were at a party in Westwood, in the late ’70s, at a house right next to UCLA that was rented by six coeds, which meant at any given time there were at least fifteen or twenty people there. We partied hard, drinking beer and smoking pot. The sexual revolution was in full gear, and free love was just the way it was. “Nobody owns anybody, Man.” Lenny said to me as he gulped down his beer. Raised in the hills of L.A., I had lived that life. My folks had an open marriage for at least twenty years that I knew of, maybe longer. I had spiraled through girlfriends friends just like a scythe through wheat fields of flaxen hair. Lenny was about to change all that forever for me. Read the rest of this entry »

Vanilla Cream Ch. 03

* Vanilla Cream Ch. 3 - part 1*

It’s pretty much a given that Cinda is one of the hottest babes prancing around on two legs. All I have to do is look at her and I’ve got a pounding woody that’s stretching my briefs (if I’m wearing them at the time, that is) nearly to the point of puncturing them. So, it’s no wonder that our little sight seeing jaunt one fine late summer day turned steamy…and not from the blistering last hurrah of the weakening sun, either.

You see, I had a plan. I love plans. I have a wild imagination and love coming up with all sorts of little “diversions.” And I’ve found that Cinda wouldn’t have it any other way. Oh, yeah…she can match me fantasy for fantasy. Boy, did I ever hit the mother lode when I met her! God bless the Internet! Read the rest of this entry »

Valediction

Vanessa smiled as she noticed the discomfort of the professor out of the corner of her eye. Tongue darting in and out of her red lips, she pretended to be taking her notes down as she saw Dr Tan trying desperately to adjust himself behind the desk. The rest of the class, as usual, were oblivious to this, as they dutifully copied down the text flashing across the screen. She had been teasing him for several weeks now, and he had to be at breaking point. She first saw him at the Freshmen Orientation Tea, and knew there and then that she had to have him. But it would be on her terms. Always, her terms. Read the rest of this entry »

Vera on the Veldt

The sun was nearly set over the plains of Kenya as I sat down with my evening scotch. The chaise was comfortable, and I closed my eyes to listen carefully to the sounds of the veldt in the purple dusk of early evening. The cough of a lion in the distance, the soft scurry of some small animal as it went about its nightly food gathering, and the chirping of insects all blended into the natural choir that sang to the veldt in the evening. The safari was over, the clients safely on a plane back to home, and the myriad of sounds soothed my mind almost as much as the scotch. Read the rest of this entry »

The Pianist

I always slept with my bedroom window open so I could hear him play. Each night, as I reached gently for the peace of sleep, I listened to him surrender to his piano. From the apartment above me, the dove-like harmonies drifted down the side of the building, across my windowsill, and curled up next to me in bed. I would roll onto my side and they would hold me close until I flickered off to sleep. I fell in love with him just like that.

The first time I met him; I was flipping through my mail, head down into credit card offers and utility bills, when I clipped the heel of his shoe. I apologized for my carelessness before I looked up. When he excused me, his voice carried the same melody as his music, and I knew it was he. I was too embarrassed to introduce myself, so I slunk up the stairs while he waited at the elevator. Read the rest of this entry »