As I sucked on the clit of a redheaded woman who Id met only an hour before, I thought of Marcel and smiled. He would have loved to see me with another woman. Too fucking bad he blew it. His loss, I shrugged as I licked her pussy like a bowl of milk. Trouble had been brewing for a couple of months. The night Marcel left me to go back to his ex-wife I was on my way to polishing off half a bottle of tequila and having myself a pity party.

Believe me when I tell you, I screamed as an orgasm roiled through me like a hurricane when I came. And, oh baby, did I cum as I rode my grandson, every inch of my body shaking. Once my pussy released its death-grip on Brandons rod, he resumed pumping upward. After my breathing got back to normal I breathed, "Cum for me, baby," into his ear. I reached behind and lightly squeezed his balls.

Two weeks ago my so-called best friend Kristin stole my boyfriend Spider. Last night I stole him back. Kind of. Kristin was throwing Spider a birthday party. Without inviting me, of course. No biggie. I had my own celebration planned. At about a.m. everyone left and Spider was alone. I walked into the room and saw him standing there, his hard on visible through his pants, I walked over,

It had started innocently enough. Angela had somehow managed to end up in the window seat next to Richard Joanna. They were, married in their early thirties, Angela was single and in her late twenties. Being a four hour plane trip Angela was forever shifting around on her seat, no doubt she thought, disturbing Joanna next to her. She was right, she was disturbing Joanna.

I was close to cumming when I heard a key rattle in the door lock. Shit! Marie and I scrambled off the bed, scooped up our clothes and hurried into the walk-in closet. A moment later the hotel door opened and my wife Jane and Maries husband Gary tumbled into the room in a lovers embrace. I was shocked. Shocked! My wife of three years was banging my best friend! While I fumed in the closet, Jane dropped to her knees and fished out Garys pole. She proceeded to blow him expertly.

My girlfriend Dia picked the lock on Mr. Bs office door and crept in. She has balls, that girl. "Cmon!" she whispered. When I hesitated she yanked me inside. My heart was pounding. I closed the door and the lock clicked louder than expected. "Sorry," I whispered. "Geez, Tammy, you want us to get caught?" Dia hissed. "Keep it down." Caught in the act of breaking and entering was the last thing I wanted. But I had to find that footage.

Iraq has two temperatures: hot and hotter. Not that Im complaining, mind you. I was there to do a job, no matter what the weather was like. The reason I brought up the temperature in Iraq is to give you an idea the misery of being there, and how much letters from home meant. Especially letters from beautiful women like Darla. I looked forward to getting a letter from her every day. Took the edge off the meanness of the place. Imagine my chagrin when I found out she had been playing me.

I place a couple of large, plush towels on the edge of the bed. You instruct her to sit at the edge, her feet flat on the floor, her ass and pussy just off the edge. She spreads her legs wide, but I need her relaxed, so we place ladder back chairs next to her feet. Thank you for your help, but now you get to sit back and stroke yourself while I shave her.

Setting: Tom was pounds, a Star Trek fan, and a virgin. He was in his last year of college and was an overachiever, he had volunteered to be a teaching aid and had access to all the professors answer sheets. It was a Monday morning when Marie Smith, his sexy classmate slid up looking for the cheat-sheet. She was with flowing black hair and a tiny waist. Tom adamantly refused. "I cant do that.

Naked as a jaybird I led Brandon out the kitchen door and into the nighttime air. It was late June, so the temperature dropped a little at night. As a result my nipples began to stiffen. I turned and lifted his hand to my breast. "Feel how hard my nips are," I coaxed him. His fingers played with my nips, tracing lines around them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.