About three years ago I dated a girl named Stacy. Stacy was seventeen and I was twenty on our first date. I knew she was the girl of my dreams when I first saw her. She is what most people would call a big beautiful woman. 38dd hooters and big curvy hips, chubby face, sexy blue bedroom eyes, long straight, dirty blonde hair that she grew to her shoulder blades and it was great for pulling to arch her back when going doggy style on her. She kept her pussy trimmed but not bare and had that kind of Jennifer…
A tall, slightly muscular woman answered the door. “Yes?” She was a bit butch for Leanne’s liking, and looked quite a bit older, perhaps in her late thirties compared to Leanne being in her early twenties, but that paled in significance to what her advert had promised. “I’m here about the ad,” said Leanne, glancing around at the empty street. The woman looked her up and down approvingly. “I suppose you’d better come in then.” She opened the door long enough for Leanne to slide through. “Do you have any disabilities or medical conditions?” she asked. Leanne shook her head.…
Cyn and I had been married for approximately 15 years and decided to take a weekend trip to Chicago for a much-needed getaway. Cyn stands at 5’2″ and has a bright, cheerleader-like smile and a stunning physique. Her 34-24-26 figure and shapely legs always draw attention wherever she goes. Cyn and I had (and still have) a great sex life, trying new things from time to time to keep things fun. While there we stayed downtown at the Palmer House, shopped every day and clubbed every night. One night we were in the Rush street area, hitting the clubs, drinking,…
Debbie nodded slightly; good enough for Jimmy. “You like me squeezing these titties nice and hard, dontcha?” Debbie nodded. Paul swept out in front of Deb, filming her reactions. “Whose titties are these?” Jimmy breathed. “Yours,” Debbie said quietly, knowing what he wanted to hear. But also saying what she wanted to say. Her sex felt wet down there between her legs. “Then you mind if I squeeze my titties harder, and then do a number or two on them? You wouldn’t mind that, would you?” “No.” So Jimmy went ahead and buried his mouth in Deb’s neck, kissing and…
Megan Malone sat at her teacher’s desk stuffing papers into her briefcase. It was her birthday — the big 4-0 — and not one of her teacher-friends had said a word about it all day. It wasn’t their fault. She hadn’t exactly broadcast it was her birthday. She hadn’t really celebrated since Tom, her husband, died of cancer seven years ago. Heading for the teachers’ lounge to get her winter coat, Megan opened the door and everyone shouted, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Josh Winters heard the lilt of feminine laughter as he was about to enter the teachers’ lounge and stopped. Megan…
Nikki walked out of her school building, and headed down the walkway to the bus that would take her home. Because her middle school was situated on the same campus as the local junior-high and high school, Nikki had to walk among students four and five years older than she. She flinched when she heard the voice of Mike Fleming. He was one of those older students and he was also her neighbor and self-appointed tormentor. “Hey Nikki,” he called. Nikki drew within herself as much as she could. Her shoulders hunched over. She hung her head and let her…
I came home from work, to find a most unusual sight. My wife, hair wet, obviously just out of the shower, dressed only in her dressing gown, which was sticking in all the right places. She knew how to turn me on, and, sauntering up to me, stroked my package gently through my trousers. In a few seconds she had them off, and she kneeled down, gripping my newly hard cock, long, thick and veiny, with an engorged pink tip. She gently caressed my balls, and returned to my cock, that after being stroked lovingly but briefly, disappeared into between…
“So,” I hemmed nervously, “this is nice.” It was like something out of the Twilight Zone. The three women I was having dinner with might as well have been clones, each at a different stage of development. I was seated at the head of the dining table, with Camille on my right and Casey at my left. Stacey, the older girl, was next to Casey, further down along the table. At least the food was excellent: spaghetti in a rich red sauce that had bits of sausage in it, with stuffed mushrooms and garlic bread on the side. There was…