Clunky Boobs

May 5th

Vic’s cock felt so good sliding inside of me. Little by little he teased it in, allowing my tight pussy to stretch around its impressive girth. His dick always makes my pussy feel so full. Nothing gives me more pleasure than the feel of his cock rubbing against the walls of my vagina.

Exposing his sadistic streak he spent at least a minute rubbing his swollen penis head against the outside of my slit, smiling the entire time as I bucked my hips up in an effort to swallow his hard cock with my moist pussy. He even had the audacity to smile as I pleaded with both words and movements to bury his thick cock inside of me. But once he granted that wish, the pent up energy of all that waiting was so electric, so powerful that it sent shivers up my spine. I could only enjoy the games he played upon my body. (more…)

Was it the way he touched her or the way his hard cock nestled deep inside her pussy? Whatever it was, Katherine loved the sensations in her body as she rocked slowly back and forth on Rick’s cock. Looking down at his face, she watched the shadows from the flickering candlelight dance on his rugged facial features. His eyes were closed, head moving slightly from side to side, his face grimacing from the exquisite pleasure of having her womanhood wrapped tightly around his cock. Slowly she rocked on his hardness as if she had all day to suck the juice from within his body. (more…)

Chapter 1

*Katherine*

Knowing my interest in the subject a friend had told me about an exhibition I should see, a group of six photographic artists were showing their work at a small, private gallery. It was mid evening by the time I got there and by then there were very few people left in the place so I was able to view the items without the usual noisy gaggle that often attends such exhibitions. Each artist’s work had been grouped and as I found most of it relatively unexciting I had been strolling through the displays, but when I turned a corner and saw the hands I stopped dead in my tracks. (more…)

He often watched Jessica from his study window. She frequently worked in her garden on summer afternoons while he sat and typed away at his keyboard, stopping to look over and watch her. He knew she couldn’t see him behind his blinds and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful and peaceful form in the garden behind his house.

Today was the first day this year Mike had seen her, the long Midwest winter was over now and she was wandering around her garden again, picking at some leaves on her bushes and shrubs, apparently assessing her workload for spring. Jessica was a lovely creature who carried herself in a noble manner, upright and proud as she walked; her shoulder-length brown hair bouncing around in the breeze as she enjoyed the sunshine. (more…)

“We’re here.” Erica reached into the back seat and poked me. I startled out of my doze, lifting my head off Mr. Nolan’s lap.

“You drove all the way?” Mr. Nolan asked, leaning in toward the front seat.

“You guys fell asleep,” Erica replied with a shrug.

I sat rubbing my eyes and blinking in spite of the darkness. I could see that my mother had left the porch light on.

“Do you want help with your stuff?” Mr. Nolan asked softly.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

We got out of the car and went to the trunk. It was cooling off, the heat of the day completely gone now, but I didn’t want the memory of our weekend together to abate like the temperature. I think he felt the same because we stood there looking at each other until Erica pulled the lever from inside, making the trunk pop open and startling us both. (more…)