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*Chapter Two: A Shower for Jessica*
The next day I had a coaching session with the girls. Kate kept looking directly at me with a mischievous grin. I wouldn’t have minded if she’d done this when the other girls weren’t looking, but Kate didn’t seem to care. She was quite brazen. It was a little disturbing - and, at the same time, strangely arousing. After all, just a few hours ago I had fucked this saucy little madam to within an inch of her life and now here she was pretending butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. During the afternoon break, as I was standing making some coffee and the girls were otherwise occupied, Kate quietly walked up behind me, slid an impudent hand between my butt-cheeks and snaked it quickly between my legs to give my balls a squeeze, before suddenly walking away. Naturally, it was some minutes before I could persuade my pulsating dick to subside and we were embarrassingly late re-starting! Read the rest of this entry »
We had been playing “Teasing Tuesdays” for a month, when Angela stopped by my apartment.
“Greg,” she asked, “would you please do me a special favor?”
“Sure, Angela, anything,” I answered without hesitation, “What would you like me to do for you?”
“Well, it’s Eric’s birthday, two weeks from yesterday,” she said, “and I was thinking about giving him a set of boudoir photographs, of me, as a gift.” She continued, “So, would you, please, be my photographer?”
I was surprised by Angela’s request, but, of course, I agreed to photograph her. She asked about the cost, and I said that I would do it for nothing, as a favor to a friend. We would, however, need to have a makeup artist on hand for the shoot. I told Angela that she could just pay for that expense. Angela was surprised by my desire to use a makeup artist, but I told her that if she wanted professional quality photographs, then that’s what we should do. Read the rest of this entry »
“Hi Alan!” There was no mistaking Carmen Fuller’s low, sultry voice as he took off his helmet. Looking back over his shoulder, he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. His gaze sweeping over her, instantly taking notice of the way her fling skirt was swaying, exposing most of her tanned thighs as she walked toward him. His eyes lingered at the hem of her dress.
“Hey. You look good. Going out?” he asked, stretching his legs out as he sat, leaning back against the bike.
“Going out? She laughed. “No, I just stopped in for a few things on my way home but thank you for the compliment. What about you?” she added, stepping up to the rear of the bike, running her hand along the chrome seat frame. The metal was cool, unyielding, and smooth as she curled her long fingers around the tube. Slowly moving her hands up and down, caressing the metal. Read the rest of this entry »
“DISCLOSURE: If you’re looking for a sex-filled romp featuring a younger guy and an older woman, this probably isn’t the story for you. Allow me to recommend “The Accidental Gigolo,” my attempt to write exactly that kind of story. Just click on my name above, and you’ll find it on my member page under Stories/Poems. Despite the sex that introduces the following chapters and the “Mature” category this story falls in, this story is actually much more of a romance. ”
Chapter 4
Trying not to cum was a difficult thing to do with my cock in Robin’s mouth. For a thirty-eight-year-old mother of two teenagers who’d spent the last twenty years in Christian Land, that woman knew how to give head. And as much as I’d like to take credit for it — and I like to think I played at least some role in Robin’s having gotten this far — I had nothing to do with that part of it. Absolutely nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
*Introduction*
Sandie had just turned eighteen a month ago but she was so tiny – barely 5′ 1″ – and with such a pixy face, that she could have passed for 12 or thirteen. Adding to the image of youth was her long sleek black hair, which hung straight to her waist. Whenever I saw her lounging by their pool in her one-piece bathing suit over our neighbouring fence, I swore she had no breasts to speak of.
She was a very shy girl and even when I initiated a casual wave or hello while I was working in my garden or cutting the grass, the best I would receive in return would be a wan smile or slight wave. She never had friends over that I could see. Read the rest of this entry »
