I met her just after I graduated from high school. She was the younger sister of a good friend. I tried not to pay too much attention to her, as she was only fourteen at the time, but just between us, she was hot. Her name was Angie, and she hardly said two words to me, preferring to talk with her girl friends on the phone, or hide up in her room.
But that was OK as I spent most of my time working on cars, and playing video games. After a while, I started working out of town, and my buddy
He was getting close, and Lois showed no signs of stopping. She was riding his sodden shaft like she was riding a bucking bronco, except he lay utterly still. Her bouncing breasts drove him crazy. He wanted so much to explode right inside her, but he couldn’t.
“Stop, Lois.”
“Almost there. Just a little –”
He lifted her off his penis with utmost care and set her down. Seeing her glaring at him beneath her halo of disheveled hair, he tried to apologize. “Lois,
She felt a sharp tug on her dark hair from behind as her head was jerked back. The suddenness of it almost caused her to fall down. She was able to maintain her balance as her body was pulled back sharply until it hit the chest of the man behind her. Another hand
He came to semi-consciousness in the middle of the night, knowing from the softness of her lovely ass that she must have backed into him. He smiled vaguely, very pleased with the gesture. She had only been with him two weeks, and he had lived alone for nearly three years before that. Yet he had acclimated very quickly to her presence, partly because they had emailed and IMed on a daily basis for many months before that, and partly because she was everything she had led him to believe.
He rolled
There was pussy, pussy everywhere, but not a cock to fuck.
Not that I was complaining, encircled as I was by so many lusty young nymphs entangled together around me on the large, luxurious bed, writhing in a fleshy heap of shameless female fucking. Everywhere I looked were healthy bouncing boobies and firm willowy waists, pierced belly buttons glimmering with diamonds and gold…
hands caressing curvaceous, slender hips, sturdy round buttocks, lithesome legs, some lifted in the air…
Nuala collapsed on top of the sleeping bag. She couldn’t believe how out of shape she was. She’d been on her school’s track and field team all through high school and she’d never thought about having to exercise to stay in shape. Things had changed at college though. She hadn’t done any exercise at all this last year and she sure noticed it now. She’d just assumed that her more feminine curves were due to the fact that she was getting older, she was almost 19 now, but maybe it was her body
The heading at the top of the screen simply reads: “What is your ultimate fantasy?” I don’t know how I found this website but I have been staring at the screen for the past ten minutes too afraid to start filling out the survey.
On the home page it states that once you fill in all of the blanks the company will write a personalized story based on what you have described as your ultimate fantasy.
The cursor keeps blinking but I am staring at the empty boxes. “Type, type,
I needed a vacation and a tropical island was the best remedy for the mid-winter blues. Any island would do, as long as it had warm, sandy beaches. So I booked a trip to Jamaica and before I knew it, I was on a plane headed south away from the snow and the cold.
My boyfriend Mike came with me and we left that day hoping for another great adventure.
I arrived pale, tired but excited about a week of nothing at an all-inclusive resort. All I had to do was eat, drink and get a tan.
Mornings were
“Harder, baby! Oh shit! Don’t stop!”
She was panting and writhing under me, nails digging into my back, legs around my waist. Her hair was wild, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping for air. She was all that I had wanted in the past few months and I was doing everything I could to make her feel good.
Hearing her screams filled me with the happiness of knowing that I had made her scream like that. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s talk about how we met.
I think of myself as a normal girl, which means that sometimes I want to be alone. Sometimes I want to be lost in an anonymous crowd. Sometimes I want a relationship or to be with my friends. And occasionally I feel the need to be depraved and have guilt free sex. But until now, this last urge had remained unsatisfied.
Almost a year ago I happened to see a bit of graffiti. I was in a cubicle at one of the local pubs that had live groups playing. It was more of a club really, seeing as how
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