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Gymnastic Performance
There was a time when Las Vegas marketed itself as a family destination. Yeah right. It’s called Sin City for a reason. Even the big resort casinos are getting in on the strip club action creating and marketing their own nude reviews on the strip. No the action isn’t the bump and grind pole work of the Vegas strip clubs. A naked woman is a naked woman. Still the most popular shows in Vegas are the bizarre gymnastic displays of shows like Mystere or “O.”
You have to appreciate all those former college gymnasts who now have a place to show off their skills in their skintight costumes. Any success is worth copying if you add a little twist to make it original.
My wife was a gymnast and cheerleader in her college days. I was on the swim team. We’re both now in our late 20’s but we’ve both managed to stay in shape without too much difficulty. Amy has even become more sultry with a little age. I think she’s perfect at 5’6” 105 pounds and mesmerizing 34C globes.
Life is a little boring for us. I sell computers and Amy is a bookkeeper for an accounting firm. A good time for us is a weekend backyard barbecue with our best friends and neighbors Allen and Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Allen were both on the Read the rest of this entry »
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Situational Advantages
Author s Note: This story contains MMF sex with consenting adults who are all 18 years or older. Enjoy!
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Andrea giggled drunkenly as Brett pulled her on top of him Walter rubbing her jean-covered ass from behind. She knew that she was drunk but she didn t care… her long time boyfriend John had just broken up with her a week before and she was free. Maybe she hadn t wanted the freedom but hell since it was here why not take advantage of it?
John had always refused to do any kind of threesome with her he had some deep seated fear that she would leave him for the other person. Well now he d left her and she was getting to fulfill one of her fantasies a threesome… two guys and her as the only female the receiving end of their lusts and attention.
She moaned as Brett s hands slid her shirt off Walter pulling just as insistently at her jeans… their hands felt so good on her smooth skin. It wasn t just that she wanted to do something that John had never agreed to she was also unbearably horny. The alcohol didn t help either it had always made her more flirtatious more daring… more lustful.
Now she was half naked and writhing between the two guys… Read the rest of this entry »
University Flashback
Luke and I had been married for many years now and things between us had always been great. We made each other laugh with a wicked sense of humour that other people didn t seem to comprehend at times. Sexually we had always been very compatible. Urging each other to try new things in bed not to get stuck in the rut that happens with most people after the initial honeymoon period has long since departed. I had always been open with him about my sexuality and he was always cool with my past.
During my University years I had been fairly promiscuous and had enjoyed staying single and in casual relationships to revel in the thrill of the chase. The feeling of getting dressed in the evening to go out never knowing what the night may bring. Luke knew all about my experiences with both men and women and knew that I had enjoyed being intimate with a female friend of mine.
One September evening we had decide to take advantage of a free night together and with our son away at a friends house it was a rare opportunity to go out as a couple. Luke had booked a table at our favourite restaurant and we were then set to go on to a club for dancing later on. I readied myself with getting prepared for our night. Feeling like we were on our first date again. I had Read the rest of this entry »
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New Experiences
First let me start by saying that up until the events in this story I was by most accounts a prude. I mean sure I had had lovers growing up and I was by no means timid in bed. But I was raised by very stern parents who advised me that my body was mine and mine alone and I should only give it willingly to someone who loved me and treated me as I deserved to be treated. I took that advice to heart and have always been very selective in whom I let into my bed. As a result more than one man has accused me of being a prude when I didn t open my legs for him just because he bought me dinner and a movie. And the thought of a one-night stand has always frightened me to the point that I had never had one.
Then things changed for me…
It all started innocently enough. My name is Candice and I am a 26-year-old brunette with red highlights. I am 5 foot 4 inches with 34C breasts and legs that go on forever. I have been blessed with my mother s figure and we have neither one had to work very hard at maintaining them. I do some moderate exercising but I am not a fitness freak. I have always tried to keep my tummy tight as I like wearing bikinis at the beach. My ass has varied in size over the years but has never really gotten away from me. I am currently Read the rest of this entry »
Two Captives
This is a fictional account.
Sarah hoped Two Bears would only be gone a short time but Red Fox told her it could be a lot longer. It did seem to take on more of an element of permanence when White Flower and Sally were told to move into Two Bears’ tepee about ten days after he was gone.
Sarah had cried herself to sleep most of those nights. She was sad and frustrated at the same time. She was sad because she missed Two Bears so bad. She was frustrated both with Gray Cloud and the situation which made Two Bears leave as well as sexually. She missed Two Bears’ love in many ways.
Happier times came a week later as preparations began for Red Fox’s and Summer Wind’s wedding. Sarah joyfully helped her friend sew new clothes for Red Fox and her. Running Water and Summer Wind’s mother helped with the food preparations. The actual wedding ceremony would be the first Sally and Sarah had been allowed to attend.
Gray Cloud and Sarah spoke little during Two Bear’s absence. Sarah pleaded often with Running Water for help or guidance. It was no use though as she wouldn’t go against her husband by taking sides. Once Sarah had seen Red Fox arguing with Gray Cloud but they quieted as she approached so she did not know the nature of their conversation.
The actual wedding was a joyous occasion for all. Being a late fall wedding flowers were not part of the decorations or the ceremonial dress the way they normally were. They made do with other decorations and a huge bonfire.
The wedding itself was over quickly with an exchange of vows and the giving of the bride by the father to Red Fox in exchange for a horse as agreed. It was followed though by a good meal and much dancing around the fire. The party went on till long after dark and long after Red Fox and Summer Wind retired to his tepee.
Sarah cried herself to sleep that night too. Two Bears had been gone Read the rest of this entry »
In the Beginning was the Word
After tossing her long blond hair over her shoulders and then positioning her sunglasses over her eyes to cut the intense glare Becky lay back comfortably on her beach towel.
It was the end of August and although the late-afternoon sun was still warm and bright the beach was sparsely populated. Becky had one week of summer vacation remaining before she returned to college to begin her sophomore year and she wanted her skin to have the deep tan of too many lazy hours on the beach.
With that in mind she had worn her skimpiest swimsuit today a tiny black bikini. The top barely covered her breasts and the bottoms were nothing more than a small piece of fabric. She shaved carefully down there every other day to make sure that no errant hairs were visible when she wore such a revealing bathing suit. No need to feel modest today though since there were so few people on the beach. No one would see her. She was tempted to remove the bikini top completely so there would be no tan lines but decided against it.
With a smile Becky remembered the one and only time that she had gone topless. It was shortly after her 18th birthday over a year ago and her parents had taken her to Italy on a family vacation. They had gone sightseeing one afternoon and she decided to go by herself to the crowded Venice beach that was not far from their hotel. She saw that a number of young women had taken off their tops and were sunbathing and she thought to herself why not?
Coming back to the present Becky picked up the paperback novel that she was midway through and she began to read. It was a trashy erotic novel but she enjoyed the sex scenes very much. She thought the writing was suggestive but old-fashioned in style and so she rewrote many of the sex scenes in her own mind.
Funny she thought to herself. I could write hotter sex scenes than this and I m still a virgin.
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A Bad Case of Nerves
I am a thirty-eight year old woman and I have never had sex. Yes. That s right. I am still a virgin. All through my childhood my sainted mother drilled into me the knowledge that all men were pigs. They would use a girl for their own pleasure and then dump her. Men were put on earth to ruin the lives of women. Hadn t men ruined her life? Left her pregnant alone and in poverty.
But she had triumphed. She had put me in day care and taken a factory job until she had amassed enough capital to open a lovely little gift shop on Pine Street. During my high school years I had helped mother in the gift shop and learned the business. Mother and I were always together and it was such a wonderful excuse to stay away from all those rude disgusting boys who kept trying to ask me out.
Mother was not only disapproving of men. She was disapproving of the loose sort of women who would consort with them. Even those who would marry them. All strumpets mother would trumpet. All trash. Strumpet trash. Mother was nothing if not judgmental.
It s been around ten years now since mother died. I inherited the gift shop on Pine Street and I run it. I have an assistant in the store Mella a twenty-five year old divorcee. Her loathsome husband had cheated on her and finally abandoned her. Mella is very nice. She opens the store for me in the morning and she takes charge when I am not there. Every week I go to the cemetery and bring flowers to dear mother s grave and thank her for her wise teachings. I have never suffered the misery visited on other women by the male sex. I have kept myself totally aloof.
Sometimes at night when I am lying in bed I have strange thoughts which I try to put out of my head. Some of those thoughts make me want to reach down under my nightgown and touch my private parts. But no. No. I mustn t do that. Dirty. Filthy. Disgusting. I turn on the television and try to fill my mind with other things. Read the rest of this entry »
Saddle Her Up
As the saddle slipped sideways I came down with a thump. Winded all I heard was a tinkling laugh that shattered around me. Then there was a sound of footsteps as I lay on my back in the dust. I tilted my head back and saw a pair of khaki jodhpurs and the tantalizing crease just where the legs met. Then as more came into view there was a crisp white shirt that swelled mysteriously followed by a longish neck and then glistening teeth framed by a huge grin followed by the most startling blue eyes that danced with amusement.
My mother had hauled me off my bed on the small farm where we lived and sent me to do some shopping at the trading store about three miles down the road. Since he was the easiest horse to catch I had corralled Snowdon a huge lumbering Percheron carthorse bridled him and threw on a saddle. Now some horses tend to blow themselves up when saddled and Snowdon was one such horse. The trick was to stick a knee into his side when tightening the cinch to make him deflate. I was too irritated at being forced to do the shopping chore that I didn t bother to fight the big horse thinking I would tighten the cinches properly down the road. I then promptly forgot about it.
I had done the shopping put the bags in my rucksack and ambled out noticing another slender chestnut tethered along the fence near the giant carthorse. I was in the process of mounting the big horse when the saddle slipped and sent me crashing to the ground. The legs walked around me and a slim hand thrust down.
Come on I ll give you a hand up! said the girl her voice barely containing the laughter behind it.
I grabbed the surprisingly strong hand and hauled up red faced and stuttering about the horse and the fucking cinch straps.
The girl s grin widened then she turned around and strode off to fetch Snowdon who was contentedly cropping at the grass at the roadside.
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Wait Until the Wedding
My family and I had come back to my mothers hometown after my dad had lost his job. He was going to open his own garage and used car lot. Mom was going teach in the junior high. I was playing football that season. I had turned an ankle in practice on Wednesday and was on crutches on the sidelines.
The cheerleading squad came running across the field in their little short skirts and this was the first time I had had a chance to do more than glance at them. Some were tall some were short but there was one that took my breath away. She wasn t any prettier than the others but something about her just made me want to grab her. I couldn t take my eyes off her. She finally saw me watching her and smiled at me and waved. I waved back and turned red but I couldn t keep myself from watching her.
After the game as we all left the field she came beside me and ask How did you hurt your foot? I told her I had turned it during practice. She stayed beside me talking until we got to the field house and told me she would see me later as she left to catch up with the others. I forgot to even ask her name. I found it in a picture on the bulletin board.
Patty is a dark complected smooth skinned person with dark blue eyes. She is about 5 6 and weighs 115 lbs. Her jet-black hair hangs down to her shoulders in big curls. Her long legs are the prettiest I have seen. It is hard for me to keep my eyes off them.
I am 6 2 and weigh 192 lbs. My skin is tanned and my eyes are a light green. I have been told I was handsome a few times but I know I am only average in looks. I am a shy quite person and I don t like to talk much but I do like to listen to others.
Patty and I starting talking to each other when we would meet in the hall at school and on the field. We started dating about three months before I graduated. She asked me out the first time and as I look back on it I think it was because my dad had opened Read the rest of this entry »
A Bad Influence
Alistair sat on the edge of his bed and listened to the voices going up and down the corridor. Part of him desperately wanted to join in but he was shy and didn t have a clue how to start.
He d arrived on Sunday and everyone else had got there on the Saturday so by the time he was settled in with all his stuff unpacked all the others on the corridor had got to know each other and were already partying hard.
Whenever he d thought about university it had always been with some misty-eyed view of what it would be like. For one thing he himself would be totally different – less skinny less gangly less shy.
He d make loads of really good friends go out and get drunk like other teenagers and he d have sex. All the time. Lots and lots of sex.
He hated the way he looked and he knew his social skills left something to be desired and it was these he blamed for the fact that he was nearly nineteen and still a virgin. There d been girls that he fancied but he could rarely summon up the courage to talk to them and if he did they called him sweet and counted him as one of their closest friends.
Now he was here there was literally only a door between him and drunken fraternising with possible future friends and lovers but he couldn t bring himself to open it.
Suddenly he jerked upright from the slumped position he d assumed.
Is there anyone actually in this room?
There were voices outside his door. That one had been a girl s voice. Quite deep cultured – sexy he thought.
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Birthday Girl
Michael? Come on over here there s something I want to ask you.
Michael Delaney looked over at his mother then walked across to her as she stood at the doorway of their home. Yeah Ma? What is it?
You know Mrs McLean down Atwater Creek? Used to be the school teacher?
Yeah. What about her? Mike was curious. Louise McLean was one of the nicest looking women he had ever seen. Not that he d seen many for there weren t many around this part of the country. Ma his sister Kate two years younger than him Mrs McLean a couple or three ranchers wives they sometimes saw in town the doctor s wife and three no four store keeper s wives in town. Some of them had daughters but they were just children the oldest probably nine or ten. Oh and the two waitresses at the saloon. The younger one had given him the glad-eye last time he was in town but there was something about her he didn t cotton to although he was polite to her.
She wants the barn roof repaired before winter said Ma drawing his mind back to Mrs McLean. It needs new shingles. And she wants the corral fence rebuilt. She says she ll give you ten dollars to do it.
Ma it s nigh on a two hour ride each way. It d probably take me a week or more. Not that I couldn t use the ten dollars. Doesn t she want to hire one of the fellows in town?
Mike it s a question of trust. She knows you and she reckons you re a sight more trustworthy than those saloon bums. You don t need to come home at night. Mrs McLean says you can bunk in the barn. The roof only leaks in a couple of places she says. Your Pa says it s all right you can take the job if you want. It s slack at the moment and he can manage with Tom and Jack Junior. />
Did she say when?
If you ride across tomorrow morning after breakfast she ll show you what needs doing. Take your bedroll in case you stay and start the job. If you re not home for supper I ll expect you when I see you. And I won t expect you back for days she thought. Louise has got some plans for your continuing education and her empty bed both. Well she thought my friend was the schoolteacher before she married her two-years dead husband.
Sure thing Ma. I ll ride across in the morning. With that he got on with his chores wondering idly how hard he d have to work. He fell asleep that night thinking of Mrs McLean. That must have been what did it
Mike took it easy riding to Mrs McLean s place enjoying the summer sunshine. He d brought his bedroll because he figured he d probably take the job on. On impulse he turned Caesar his bay gelding and followed a faint game trail into the trees. After twisting through some underbrush he came out at a natural pool formed where the creek ran off over a rock shelf. He figured it was about fifty feet long and about half as far across. The only tracks were animal tracks. A good place for a swim. Even better with a girl along he thought feeling his prick twitch in his pants. Mike shrugged ruefully. No girls near old enough in these parts except his sister.
Another faint game trail brought him back on course. He didn t think he d lost more than a half-hour or so and a glance at the sky suggested it was close to noon. He raised Caesar s pace to a trot and within the hour was stepping off him and hitching him to Mrs McLean s rail.
She came out on the stoop to greet him.
Good morning Michael. Come to fix my barn?
I guess so Miz McLean. Ma give me an idea what you needed done but iffen you could show me?
It ll keep a while longer Michael. Coffee and some beef stew first?
That d be great Miz McLean. If you d show me where I could clean up?
The pump s out back Michael. There s soap and a towel under the lean-to.
Thank you ma am.
Come into the kitchen when you re done. Straight in through the back door.
He eased the saddle girth on Caesar and watered him then hitched him to the rail again before going to the rear of the house and washing his face and hands.
The meal was first rate simple and filling the coffee delicious. He told Mrs McLean so and she refilled his cup with a smile.
I m trying to bribe you to do the work she joked.
No need ma am. If you show me what needs doing I ll get on with it.
I ll get my shawl.
The work wasn t hard but there was plenty of it. The barn roof needed the shingles replacing over an area about fifteen feet by twelve near one corner. The corral rails were rotted and he told her so.
What do you reckon then Michael? New rails?
Surely Ma am. If you ll lend me your buggy team I ll cut some new poles and we can drag them down here with the team.
And the shingles?
I think you got enough stored in the barn to fix the roof. I ll take the old ones off this afternoon. I guess that ll take me until near sundown. Tomorrow morning I ll start replacing them. I reckon that will take me most of the day. Thursday I ll cut the poles and Friday I ll do the corral.
That would be wonderful Michael. I ll help in any way I can.
I d prefer it if you stayed in the house while I m ripping off the old shingles Miz McLean. That way I can just throw them down without wondering if I m going to hit you.
Fine Michael. I ll make us an apple pie for tonight s supper.
Mike unsaddled Caesar and parked his saddle and bedroll in the barn. He left his gunbelt there too. He turned Caesar into the corral with Mrs McLean s three horses.
He spent the rest of the afternoon stripping off the old shingles. To do the job properly meant he had to take some good ones off too but he was finished before the sun hit the horizon. He went to wash up at the pump and stripped off his shirt. He wasn t wearing his long johns in the summer heat so his chest was bare. He washed up well and dunked his head to rinse the soap off. That way he could comb his hair so it d behave itself. When he straightened up he had soap in his eyes and couldn t find the towel.
Here Michael beside your left hand. Mrs McLean put the towel into his hand. He wiped his eyes and put the towel back on the hook.
Have you a spare shirt with you Michael.
He flushed and shook his head. I never thought.
She smiled and held a shirt out to him. Wear this. It was my husband s. I ll wash yours for when you go home.
That s very good of you he said awkwardly.
Think nothing of it Michael. Supper in ten minutes. Come in as soon as you re ready.
Supper was as good as the noon meal had been simple and satisfying. The apple pie was marvellous He d never tasted one as good and told Mrs McLean so.
Not even your mother s? I don t believe you. I used her recipe!
Well maybe but yours is as good as hers.
Thank you Michael I take that as a compliment.
Mrs McLean would you call me Mike like Ma does? Michael sounds kinda well formal.
Certainly Mike on one condition.
And that is?
That you call me Louise.
Louise. That s a pretty name.
She smiled at him. Thank you Mike. Come on through to the parlor for a while. I ll do the dishes later. Bring your coffee.
She had a fire burning against the cool of evening and two lamps lit the room. Mike s eye was caught by a shelf of books and he went across to them. Louise McLean had sat down in a rocker beside the fire and picked up some sewing. She nodded permission when he reached towards the books.
Being as how she d been the school teacher before she married Tom McLean he wasn t surprised to see a couple of McGuffey s Readers but she had Shakespeare some Charles Dickens and Ralph Waldo Emerson s Essays. There were a couple with plain brown paper wrappers where he couldn t read the title. He picked one of them up and opened it. The title caught his eye Aristotle s Masterpiece.
Mrs McLean - sorry Louise - I don t think I ve heard of this one. What s it about?
Let me see.
He passed the book to her and she opened it. To his astonishment she looked very uncomfortable.
I m sorry Mike. This one shouldn t have been on the shelf. It belonged to Tom. She held the book to her chest bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked thoughtfully at him then as if coming to a decision held the book out.
You re old enough to read this. Would you mind taking it out to the barn and reading it there? I think I d be too embarrassed to be in the same room while you read it.
He was real keen to read that book but he figured a little reluctance would do no harm.
Louise I don t want to read it if it s going to bother you.
Mike Tom used to read it sometimes. I d appreciate your opinion. You always seem level-headed.
If you re sure?
Go on. Take the spare lantern in the kitchen. I ll do the washing up and then I m for bed.
All right Louise. Good night and thank you.
Good night Mike. See you at breakfast.
He took the book and went out through the kitchen collecting the lantern as he went. It was about nine o clock and there was still quite a lot of light in the sky but the barn was dim and he needed the lamp. He put the lantern on an upturned barrel and opened the book at random. An illustration caught his eye and his jaw fell. He looked closer and shook his head. A woodcut of a naked woman! And a man! He flicked the pages and found more together with description of the way of a man with a woman. Jumpin Jehosophat! He could feel his pecker getting hard and eased himself in his jeans then decided that the way to be comfortable would be to undress and get into his bedroll.
It must have been well after midnight before he settled down to sleep and his prick was aching hard aching hard for Louise McLean
In the house Louise smiled when she saw the lamp go out. Seed sown! Now to cultivate it. She settled herself for sleep her hand resting comfortably between her legs.
Next morning dawned bright and clear again the sun soon warming the air. Mike tried hard not to look as tired as he felt and was out mending the roof as soon as he d finished breakfast. He d only been working a little while when Louise McLean came out into the yard.
Mike? Is there any way I could help?
He considered. It would go quicker if there was some way you could pass the shingles to me. But that d mean climbing the ladder and you couldn t do that in a skirt. At least not easily.
If I wore trousers?
Yeah that d do it. He was curious. He d never seen a woman wearing trousers.
I ll be back in a minute. She turned and went back into the house thinking furiously. How can I tempt him? she wondered then had an inspiration. The spare bedroom window it faced the barn.
Mike carried on with what he was doing and carried some shingles carefully up the roof to where he was working. He straightened to ease his back and glanced down at the house. A movement caught his eye inside the house and he watched guiltily as Louise McLean removed her dress. He was looking steeply down but he could see her from the waist down. He held his breath as she pulled the dress up over her head. He was astonished to see that she was not wearing anything under the dress except stockings held by garters above the knee. At least he couldn t see anything. The curly mat of blonde hair at her groin was clearly visible and his cock twitched in his jeans. She turned slightly and the delicious curve of her ass was clear to him as she stepped into a battered pair of overalls. Her lower body moved out of his sight as she stepped away from the window.
Guiltily and trembling he got back to work as she came out into the yard.
Mike?
He moved to where he could see her and looked down. The overalls were about three sizes too big for her and she had a belt fastened snugly about her waist to hold them up. The bib was only decorative on her slender form and she d tied the galluses together behind her neck to keep them out of her way. The cuffs were turned back to let her walk. A faded man s shirt completed her outfit. She saw him looking and twirled.
Elegant Mike? The very height of Paris fashion? She laughed in self-mockery a bubbly giggle that made Mike s prick twitch. She sobered. OK Mike. How do I help?
Have you ever climbed a ladder Louise?
Not that high.
Climb up here see if you re OK with it. Don t try to carry anything. Mike watched carefully as Louise McLean climbed gingerly up to him.
Well she demanded. How did I do?
Fine Louise now do it again and this time bring me a shingle up.
She backed carefully down the ladder and moments later triumphantly handed him a shingle.
That s great Louise! If you bring them up and stack them here said Mike indicating a corner where he d put the first ones he carried up I ll collect them and nail them on. We might be finished by noon with luck!
And they were. Down on the ground Mike stretched easing the cramp in his back.
Sore? asked Louise solicitously.
Stiff Mike replied straightening. He grinned at her. How about we get something to eat and then I go to cut the poles for the corral.
I ve got a better idea she said. Are you in a desperate rush to be home again?
Well no admitted Mike.
Take a break then. You saddle your horse and my saddle horse that little calico mare. I ll make us some sandwiches and we ll go out and have a picnic.
That d be marvellous Miz McLean - sorry! Louise!
Let s do it!
A half hour or so later saw them riding away. Mike glanced across at Louise McLean. She was still wearing the shirt and overalls and had added a dusty stetson. This at least seemed to be hers for it fitted her.
Where do you want to head Louise?
I don t know. She shrugged. I m ashamed to say that I don t really know this country. She glanced across at him. Do you know anywhere we could swim?
He was startled. Swim? Together? That would mean she d have to take her clothes off! Even if he was a proper gentleman he might be able to sneak a peek. He d like to see what went with the legs he d glimpsed.
Mike? He brought his mind back with an effort.
Sorry! I was just thinking. Yesterday when I came over I followed a game trail. Just out of curiosity. I was early.
And? she prompted.
There was a pool. I didn t test the depth but it looked big enough to swim.
Lead the way Mike.
About thirty minutes later he spotted the trail he d left coming out from the pool and turned off the main trail. Louise pulled her mare in behind Caesar and followed him into the trees. They were soon in the clearing and she exclaimed with pleasure.
Mike it s perfect! She dismounted quickly and stood holding the reins. She looked at him. What should we do with the horses?
Mike pointed. I ll picket them over there. There s plenty grass and they ll be able to reach the creek to drink. He laughed. Downstream from us! He bent to take her reins pausing while she removed her saddlebags then picketed the two horses on long lines easing the saddle girths. He walked back to where Louise McLean stood thoughtfully looking at the pool. She looked at him appraisingly.
What is it? Mike asked. Something wrong?
Can I trust you? she asked.
You trusted me to do a good job on your roof. I m still the same Michael Delaney.
Louise laughed. Well said Mike. I ll tell you why I asked. Have you been swimming before?
Yeah lots of times.
With the other boys?
Yeah.
Naked?
Mike shrugged flushing slightly. How else?
There s a garment called a bathing dress. I ve got one in my saddlebag. I only wore it once before and it was hellish uncomfortable to swim in. She looked directly at him. I much prefer to swim naked.
Mike flushed again and swallowed a vision of Louise McLean naked leaping into his mind.
Will you turn your back while I get into the water Mike and again when I get out? she asked softly.
Of course he replied. At least she didn t ask me not to look while she s in the water he thought.
All right turn around and don t look until I tell you to.
He turned and stood stiffly while she undressed listening to the swish of garments against skin. His prick was stiff and he wondered how he was going to get into the water himself!
All right Mike. It s your turn said Louise giggling to herself. Pity you hadn t been watching Mike you would have enjoyed my little show.
Mike turned. Louise McLean was in the water submerged up to her neck her blonde hair piled on her head to keep it out of the water.
You turn your back now he said.
She nodded. Fair s fair. She turned away and Mike quickly undressed piling his clothes near hers and stepping into the water until his half-hard prick was safely submerged.
It s OK now Louise. You can turn around. He sank down completely into the water then began to swim around the pool. There was only room for a half-dozen strokes or so and then it was necessary to turn and swim back. Louise smiled at him as they passed but he could see little except a vaguely woman shape for although the water was clear the motion of their swimming caused the ripples to distort the image. Eventually Louise paused.
I m going to get out now Mike. Please turn your back again.
Obediently he did so but couldn t resist taking a quick peek over his shoulder. Her back was to him as she stepped carefully out of the water. He thought to himself >she is beautiful! watching the play of the muscles in her ass as she moved towards her clothes. He caught a glimpse of her breast as she stooped to her clothes then quickly turned away as she took a towel from her saddlebag glancing towards him as she did so.
She smiled to herself. >Good she thought >I d be really disappointed if he hadn t tried to peek . She dried herself quickly then dressed again in the overalls and shirt. She grimaced slightly at their touch. >I wish I d thought to bring clean clothes she thought regretfully.
Dressed she turned. Mike was neck deep in the water obediently facing away from her.
Right Mike. It s your turn. I ll leave the towel here. I m going to get the sandwiches out. I ll keep my back turned until you tell me different. All right?
Thanks Louise that d be swell. Mike waited until Louise had collected the saddlebags and knelt to unpack the food facing carefully away from him. He stood and stepped out of the water. At least his pecker had softened he thought towelling himself vigorously. He quickly donned his clothes stamping his feet into his boots without socks which he tucked into his saddlebag.
I m decent Louise he called rewarded with a dazzling smile over her shoulder.
You were a proper gentleman Mike. Thank you.
You re a lady Louise a man should be a gentleman for you.
Why Michael Delaney I think you re a romantic. She laughed lightly and grinned at him. Have a sandwich.
It was late afternoon when they got back for they had idled neither of them being in any great hurry to finish their time together.
Are you very hungry Mike? asked Louise.
Not really. I think that beef sandwich was the biggest one I ve ever seen.
Ham and Eggs?
That would be swell Louise.
Give me half an hour I need to change first she said.
I ll be in the barn said Mike.
He walked over to the barn thinking that he d be able to read a little more of Aristotle s Masterpiece. He would have been surprised if he could have seen the look on Louise McLean s face. He found the book where he d left it and carried on reading. The images in the book blurred all of the female figures taking on the shape of Louise McLean. His prick was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants and he put the book to one side. >I need to get control of myself he thought. >I don t want to upset Mrs McLean she s been too nice to me . He smiled ruefully to himself. >I wish I could of taken a better peek at her but what I saw sure looked good. He sat in wishful solitude for a little longer then went across to the house to wash up.
The smell of frying ham made his mouth water and he washed hurriedly. Louise McLean smiled at him as he went into the kitchen and slid a heaped plate of ham and eggs in front of him giving herself a smaller portion. Eat up Mike we ve earned it.
Thanks Louise. Tomorrow we . . at least I . . .
We said Louise firmly.
We Mike acknowledged. We can go up to the knoll on the river. There s poles there will do nicely for the corral. I had another look at it earlier. It isn t quite as bad as I thought at first. If we can find about a dozen twenty foot poles that should do it. I think the team can handle them especially if we take the saddle horses.
How long do you think. To get the poles I mean. She raised her eyebrows in question.
If we set off straight after breakfast we should be back with the poles by mid-afternoon at the latest probably earlier. I can get on with the corral straight away.
We ll see how it goes. Apple pie?
Please.
Ham eggs and apple pie completed Louise poured two coffees and led the way into the parlour. Mike glanced at the books. Louise caught his eye and he flushed. She smiled gently. How are you enjoying the book Mike?
Mike flushed even more looking away.
Come on Mike tell me. Be truthful please there are enough liars in this world. You re enjoying it aren t you? Her gaze was quizzical no mockery on her face.
Er . . yes he started then paused to clear his throat taking a quick gulp of coffee. Yes I m enjoying it although I haven t finished it yet. He smiled ruefully. I ll tell you one thing Louise you sure as heck shouldn t have let me read it.
Why not Mike? Her tone was gentle coaxing.
It made me feel real horny! He flushed and made to apologise for his words but she smiled and gestured to him to continue. It made me realise that I really want to know what it s like to have a woman. The only trouble is that the only available women around here are the whores at the saloon he finished his voice disconsolate wondering at his own words.
Don t Mike not them Louise said gently.
Who else then? Huh? His voice was harsh and he wished he could retract the words.
She avoided or ignored his question answering him with one of her own. When you were reading the book Mike did you imagine doing those things?
He stood up angrily. Of course I did! I couldn t help myself!
Her voice was quiet and at first he thought he d misheard her. Tom used to read that book to me when we were in bed. It always worked a treat. When he d finished reading we would fuck like a couple of wildcats.
Mike could hardly believe his ears. You mean you - he - I mean…
Mike a woman has needs too you know. She took him by surprise again. Did you like what you saw at the pool today?
What do you mean? he stammered confused. Ohmigod she saw me!
Mike! Please. She shook her head. You peeked I saw you.
Mike looked down at his feet. Only the once he muttered.
Was it enough?
No. I only saw your back and a glimpse of your bosom. He looked up defiantly surprised to see only compassion in her eyes and a gentle smile on her face. He was still standing and she stood up and came over to him. There was a fragrance about her. She reached out her hand and raised his chin so that he was looking into her eyes.
Would you like to see the rest of me? she asked gently.
He groaned. Don t torture me Louise.
I never offer anything I m not prepared to follow through on Mike. When you were reading the book? Who did you imagine doing those things with?
You. He could hardly get the word out past clenched teeth.
She nodded. Was it a good thought Mike. You and me? Or did it disgust you? A woman ten years older than you.
No! he cried. You re beautiful! It was a dream to think of you and me together.
Doing what Mike?
Making love!
She surprised him again. You mean you want to put your prick in my cunt? She put her hand over his mouth before he could speak. Don t say a lady shouldn t talk like this. Bedroom talk is private between a man and his woman. No one else has the right to judge.
He shook his head. Yes I do. He took a deep breath and continued. I do want to put my prick in your cunt. Of course I do but I wouldn t want to do it if you didn t too! I want to put my prick in your cunt not someone else s. But it s no good you d never want me.
But Mike I do! I m wet between my legs just thinking about it! She glanced down and smiled. It looks as if you have a present for me. She took his hand. Come into the bedroom.
The bedroom was dim lit only by a shielded candle. Louise McLean stopped beside the bed and released his hand. She smiled and raised her hands to the buttons which ran all down the front of her dress. She began slowly to unfasten the buttons. Mike stood hardly daring to breathe watching her fingers move steadily downward until she stopped at the buttons just above her knees. She unfastened the buttons at her wrists and opened the front of the dress shrugging it off letting it crash soundlessly about her feet. Beneath it she wore only stockings held above the knee by garters. She bent and untied the garters then sat on the edge of the bed and removed the stockings rolling them carefully and putting them on the bedside dresser. She stood naked weight on her left foot right leg slightly bent. She gazed solemnly at him.
Do you like me Mike?
Oh Louise you are so beautiful so very very beautiful. Her body was glorious. She was about four inches shorter than his own even six feet with long legs slim but unmistakably female hips narrowing to a slim waist above which jutted a beautiful pair of breasts firm full glorious deep pink nipples erect in large areolas. She reached up and loosened her hair letting it flow around her shoulders its sun-bleached colour a shade lighter than the curly mat at her groin.
Take your clothes off Mike. This needs both of us. Her voice was gently mocking affectionate. He trembled and began to unfasten his jeans pausing as he remembered to pull off his boots pushing his jeans off and tearing a button on his shirt in his eagerness. When he was naked he stopped embarrassed his prick rigid.
Louise McLean reached out gently and touched him her fingers cool on his heat.
It s beautiful Mike. I want it here. She touched her groin then released him and lay back on the bed her legs spread. Now please Mike.
Mike knelt gingerly between her legs angling himself so that his prick pointed to where he thought her cunt was. He paused uncertain. Louise reached out and took him guiding his rigidity into herself. It was a warm wet velvet pit and he felt as if he was drowning.
There Mike it s in. Now fuck me lover fuck me!
He began to move awkward in his inexperience then stopped appalled as his body betrayed him and his prick spurted his seed into Louise McLean s cunt. She hugged him close as soon as she realised soothing crooning to him.
Don t worry lover don t fret my baby. It s all right you ll soon be hard again. It s better this way really it is. Next time you ll be able to keep going. Oh lover you ll enjoy it so much more.
Mike eased himself out of her and lay
I am—or was until very recently—a professor of English at a small but very expensive New England college. I had worked there for about 30 years—from the age of thirty—and while retirement was mandatory at the age of 65 I decided to take mine at 60 and devote what remained of my life to writing.
One of the first things I decided to write about was Kaci a young lady who had enchanted my final year at the college.
One of my major courses was Freshman Composition which all freshmen were required to take since most first-year students performed abysmally in their writing.
The class was large about 40 students and nearly evenly divided between men and women. Each semester I was allowed to appoint an intern from the class who would assist me in the routine tasks of handing out and collecting papers filing books helping with research etc. The job paid $7.50 an hour and the hours were 2-5 five days a week with some of the work to be done after class in my office.
The internship was open to anyone but it was understood that I would appoint someone I expected to be an A student based on their high school record. Since the intern appointment was made early in the semester I asked that each candidate submit a photo of themselves with their application since I was not yet able to associate a name with a face.
Six persons applied for the position five of them women and one man. Most of the applications were routine and all of the candidates were acceptable. But I got a shock when I got to the last one. Kaci Anderson. She had included a photo of herself all right. Dark-haired pretty and slender she was sitting on the stump of a tree in some forest. And she was completely naked.
She was positioned sideways so that while the photo was revealing it was not obscene in any way. But her head and enchanting smile was turned to the camera. I was trying to think of whom she looked like when I realized it was the movie actress Katie Holmes.
At the end of the next day s class I approached her. Kaci? Will you stop in my office today when your classes are over?
All right she responded.
When she appeared in my office around 2:30 she was wearing the traditional student garb of jeans and in this case a gray sweatshirt with the name of the school on it. She was about five foot six with long and curly dark hair.
Sit down I suggested.
She sat opposite my desk. I took out her application and her photo.
This is one of the most unusual applications I have had for this job I said looking at her photo. I have never had someone submit a naked picture of themselves before
It was the only one I had she said shyly.
Really? That s a little hard to believe. And who took it?
I have a digital camera and it has a self-timer so I took it she replied.
And you could not have taken a headshot instead? I asked.
She did not reply. Read the rest of this entry »
I was dragging my feet behind me. I really didn t want to go home. I had a note from my chemistry teacher that I was dreading having to show to my dad. I felt like a failure. All my life it had only been my dad and me. He d done everything for me to give me the best. And now I was about to repay him by failing chemistry unless I miraculously managed to bring up my grades in the last few months before graduation. Chemistry had always been my weakest subject but I d scraped by. But now I was about to fail and if I failed I could wave goodbye to my scholarship and any chance of a decent college education.
I gave the note to my dad and he read it. He then closed the bedroom door and made a phone call. I could hear him speaking about money. I hadn t read the note myself but I knew that it recommended private tutoring for me. But my dad couldn t afford that. He was already working two jobs to afford to keep me in the private school. When he came out he looked at me and told me that my chemistry teacher had volunteered to tutor me. He d come around two evenings a week for the next month to see how we could get my grades up.
The next day in school I avoided my chemistry teacher as much as I could. I made myself as small as possible in chemistry class so that he wouldn t look at me. I had volleyball practise after school and afterwards I had to rush home for my tutoring session. I decided to shower at home since it was faster than showering with all the other girls since we always played silly games on each other in the shower. I was towelling myself when I heard the doorbell. It was still too early for my tutor so I guessed it was the paperboy who wanted his money. I quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts without worrying about bra and panties and ran to the door picking up the money for the paperboy on the way.
I opened the door and stood face to face with my chemistry teacher. He d obviously been home to change because he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The entrance to our house is such that people have to stand on the steps leading up to the front door while they wait for someone to come and open the door otherwise we d knock them out when we open the screen. So there I was with my chemistry teacher looking straight at my chest. Suddenly the lack of a bra was obvious as my nipples grew hard and stood proud from my firm C-cup breasts.
Hello Lorraine said Mr. Hauser with a smile. I promised your dad I d help you with your chemistry.
Hi Mr. Hauser I replied blushing all over. Come in.
All of a sudden I wished my dad was at home to chat with Mr. Hauser while I ran and changed. I showed Mr. Hauser to the lounge and he sat down motioning for me to sit down next to him. He immediately opened up the book and started talking to me about the formulas. After a while I started relaxing. Mr. Hauser was very patient with me and things finally started making sense. Read the rest of this entry »
Note: This story is based on a personal experience. There are no minors in this story - all characters are over 18 years of age. * To all those that were eagerly waiting for the continued story let me apologize. I ll call it writers block for want of an easier explanation. * Five friends have the use of a beach house after graduating from senior school. Their adulthood was opening new possibilities relationships taking on new intensities. Terri had confessed her feelings to an excited David. Their sexual exploration had begun leading each other through an adventure.
The need to go to the bathroom overtook the need for sleep around 6am. I lay there watching Terri listening to the steady rhythm of her peaceful sleep her brown hair tumbling across her forehead and over one eye. I couldn t believe I was lying here next to this young woman. She was so beautiful. Facing away from me I could study her toned back muscles moving slightly with each breath. Fighting the urge to kiss the spot between her shoulder blades I had to relieve myself …….. desperately. I crept out of bed and snuck across the hallway to the toilet.
Directing my stream into the bowl I began to recall the pleasures of the night before. By the time I d finished my cock had become semi hard. I d noticed it was shiny and a little sticky from our lovemaking. I flushed the toilet and turned to go back to the bedroom bumping straight into Terri as she stretched her arms up and around my neck standing on her toes to give me a teasing short wet kiss. Her nipples scraped across my chest through her tiny black satin singlet. As she lowered her arms I could see the side of a firm breast through the arm hole.
Good morning sexy she purred. I ll see you back in bed.
Squeezing past giggling she shook her tight arse at me clad in black bikini pants.
I removed my boxers and climbed back between the crisp white sheets. Within a minute Terri quietly entered the room closing the door behind her. She turned her back to me at the foot of the bed and slowly peeled her singlet up over her head. She half turned at the waist to blow me a kiss accompanied by a teasing wink. Then she slid her panties down her legs the gusset resisting holding in place across her lips and then releasing revealing a shiny wet pink slit between her golden toned thighs as she bent at the waist. Read the rest of this entry »
The Birthday Present Ch. 01
Eyes… piercing pools of light
Lips… succulent pouting
Hair… soft straight off the shoulders
To describe the woman is like trying to catch the end of the rainbow! Impossible…While laying beside me in bed she is a goddess her movements so breathtaking. As we kiss her eyes closed tongues touching the heat of passion flowing from her body like lava. Capturing me in her warmth. I can feel the heat as it rises from her like a wildfire consuming the surrounding area.
I slowly place my hand on her breast and her nipple instantly erect the fleshy little nub so soft: and yet hard as an eraser…I slowly roll it between my finger and thumb. She arches her back trying to push it deeper in my hand. Our tongues dueling. Tasting touching. Sensually dancing inside our mouths.
I reach back and take her hand and slowly tie her arm to the corner of the bed… her eyes open wide… questioning as I continue to tie her to each of the four bedposts. Then the blindfold! She smiles as she knows she will love every moment. I get up from the bed. Donna!
I have a surprise for you! she smiles.
I walk across the room and open the door. As she lies there wondering what the surprise Read the rest of this entry »
Close Up & Personal
Finally! My beautiful lustful wife had finally succumbed to my years of cajoling almost seducing her into letting me share her with someone else. Here we were in the very midst of my fantasy…
I sat at the edge of the bed just inches away from them. I studied her face as she was being fucked from behind. Her eyes half closed and at times rolled back in total enjoyment. From time to time our eyes would meet and we would hold each other s stare until she would break off as result of the pounding her pussy was getting.
She d bite her lower lip in ecstasy.
Even though my cock throbbed I held off from being a participant. I wanted to watch only to watch. I feared that if I got involved I would suddenly cum and thus the end of my fantasy would begin. I wanted this to last for as long as she could take it. This was to be about her.
What I witnessed was raw lust. With each thrust deep inside her pussy a moan would escape her. She would grab at my cock not saying anything but making her desire understood. Yet I remained fully dressed just barely in control.
The look upon her face is what my eyes were riveted on. She would reach behind her and guide his thick shaft deeper insider. He had hooked his Read the rest of this entry »
Wet Sex
This year we booked into this Resort Hotel in Orlando. It was the height of luxury. The apartment was huge and had very conceivable modern convenience. The grounds were expansive. Each part of the Resort had its own pool and bar area. It took some time to explore the place and we had been there for three days before I discovered by chance that above the pool on top of a waterfall there was a huge deep hot tub. As there was no one about it seemed that very few of the other guests had discovered it either.
Florida in July can be very oppressive and getting a good night s sleep is hard. Tom and I were waking early every morning unused to the bright sun. Tom is a superb lover and so rising early is not a problem so to speak. I am always up for it first thing as well and the added excitement of being on holiday made the mornings even more seductive. Waking my lover by licking and sucking his gorgeous tanned cock is a great way to start the day. A breakfast of thick hot spunk is even better and Tom is happy to oblige. He never complains either when I sit on his face and give him an early morning shower of my fresh cunt juice.
We love to experiment and on day five of the holiday I woke at about eight and kissed Tom s back as he lay away from me. I slowly Read the rest of this entry »
Lana s Bisexual Boy Toy
I love the way this cock is filling up your asshole baby she said as she pushed her nine-inch strap-on dildo further up my asshole. Do you like the way I m fucking you?
Oh fuck yes. You know that I love it I said looking straight into her beautiful green eyes. Oh yeah. That s it. Stroke my big cock while you fuck my asshole.
Lana took my hard cock in her fist and started stroking it. Her beautiful face looked extremely sexy as she furrowed her brows concentrating hard on fucking me and stroking my cock. She looked like a dark angel with her jet-black hair and tanned caramel colored skin. She leaned forward and kissed me on my lips.
Oh baby. This cock looks so good up your tight asshole she said and playfully bit my lower lip.
Her hard and pointy nipples were pressed against my hot skin. I caressed her soft and straight hair with my right hand. Her scent was fresh and intoxicating. I had met her only two weeks ago at my local gym. It was lust at first sight. On our first date I confessed to her that I was bisexual. Her face had lit up with excitement and she confessed that she always wanted to fuck a man s ass but was afraid to ask her previous boyfriends.
I wish this was a real cock she Read the rest of this entry »
Monthly Threesome: May
It s been a month since our incredible day of sex and I m ready for another day and I m sure Nick and Eric are also. I told them both that I don t see a problem with us getting together but once a month should be more than enough and they didn t quarrel with that at all. They don t look at everything when it comes to sex so I have too I think with the right head!
I send Eric an e-mail and he promptly responds and lets me know he ll be over around 11:00. This is good since Nick is at the store right now but should be home shortly and I can shower. I ll leave him a note to let him know.
The shower feels good and I m all lathered up when the shower curtain is pulled back it s Nick. He s standing there naked and asks if there is room for him. I smile and beg him to join me. As I m rinsing off I feel him massaging my back side and rubbing his hard dick on my ass. As I m standing there enjoying the feeling I feel his finger enter my vagina as the water trickles over me it all feels very good. Nick removes his finger and replaces it with his dick and proceeds to fuck me and I give no resistance. It feels so good having the water pouring over me and my morning sausage being feed to my pussy.
I start to rub my clit while Nick is filling Read the rest of this entry »