Abbey Brooks:nnSex: FemalennAge: 23 yearsnnFigure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly femininennComplexion: WhitennVoice: MusicalnnFace: Nymphish, rounding in contours and innocent in looksnnEyes: Heavy-lidded, long-lashed, large and deep bluennHair: Silken, soft, abundant, honey-blonde and curls down to waistnnBust: 38DD, round, lop-sided and firmnnNipples: Pink and puffynnAreolae: Pink and largennWaist: 26nnHips: 39, wide-curvednnAss: Soft and massivennThighs: Creamy-soft and rounding in contoursnn*nnJoseph(ine) Presley:nnSex: FemalennAge: 31 yearsnnFigure: Skinny, mannish, poor in curves and mostly flatnnComplexion: WhitennVoice: Deep pitchednnFace: Philosophically profilednnEyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brownnnHair: Short, close cropped, straight and blacknnBust: 31A, almost flatnnWaist: 22nnHips: 30, narrownnAss: Almost flatnnThighs: Straight and longnnOrientation: A lesbian drag kingnnJoseph Presley was staring through the open window of her bedroom at the orange-red hue of sky. The fragrant evening breeze felt intoxicating to her as she inhaled deep into it and then closed her eyes. She smiled to herself memorizing her passionate way of making love to a busty and curvaceous brunette in the very bedroom two nights back. Surely, Joseph got totally involved in the steaming hot sex with the divorced mother of two; because Sharon Williams was so sexy and erotically a hot babe. It seemed apparently normal for the two to be introduced and get friendly with each other at a mutually shared table in Jack Steel's local bar. Joseph seemed frank to make Sharon a generous offer for the drink and the lovely brunette showed no reluctance to accept it. She sipped on the red liquor and smiled gracefully at Joseph in their hearty chat without realizing that she was being drugged by her companion. To Joseph's joy, Sharon was intoxicated and steamed up shortly. Whether it was due to the powerful dose of the drug or the effect of an aggrieving past on her, Joseph couldn't deduce. By all means it was going well in her favor, because she could take the brunette babe to her home with ease.nnIn the bedroom, Joseph stripped Sharon naked before pushing her gently on bed. Without taking off her own shirt and pants, she mounted atop the voluptuous beauty and pressed her mouth unto the woman's full lips. The brunette was heated up more and hugged Joseph around the shoulders to finger through her close cropped hair. They continued to suck each other's mouths in a lip-locking kiss, until Joseph slid over Sharon's hot body to stroke playfully on her 34DD tits. The busty woman moaned as Joseph pinched on her engorged nipples before taking them into her mouth one after the other. While licking and sucking hard on Sharon's one nipple, she pinched lovingly on the other teat causing the lovely brunette to melt and shudder in rising lust. Joseph held Sharon's huge tits to press them together and licked on the deep cleavage before pulling the nipples alternatively into her hungry mouth.nnAfter sucking on Sharon's massive tits, Joseph showered a trail of hot kisses on her soft-toned belly and continued to lick her way on the inner tones of fat thighs in longer strokes. The musky smell of the ripe pussy proved to be an appetizer. Hence, her mouth pressed hard on Sharon's gaping cunt and she rubbed her lips over the wet petals in an attempt to pull on them.

I have a new co-worker. We work tight deadlines, most weekends, and with too little time spent in one place. We're in the middle of working a Construction Expo in Charlotte, NC, long hours, lots of teasing, all through the day.nnWe just finished dinner at the hotel bar, where we drank some wine, and kept flirting, less and less subtly as the night wore on. Our hands would touch, as if by accident, until he finally touched my thigh in a way that couldn't be an accident, really.nnMy hand moves over his, as I debate with myself whether to move it off my leg. Instead, I touch it gently, and move if higher on my thigh, pulling up my skirt at the same time.nnOur eyes meet, smiling.nnHe starts to knead his hand into my thigh as he asks the bartender for the check. He's barely audible as he asks, "you don't want dessert, do you?"nnI look at him, and answer, "I do, but not here," a grin spreading across my face.nnThe hand on my leg clenches me as I shrug my shoulders and bite my bottom lip, my tongue darting out just enough for him to see it before I tuck it back in.nnHis hand moves to the small of my back as he guides me to the elevator. Our rooms are next to each other's at the end of the hallway, when we get to their doors, he looks at me smugly, asking "your place or mine?"nnI answer quickly, "let's start in yours," as he opens the door and walks over to the bed.nnHe pulls me into his arms as he backs me onto the bed, pulling me underneath him as his mouth closes over mine and his hands glide under my cashmere sweater.nnI mirror him running my hands under his shirt, then press myself against his chest as my hands find his waistband, sliding underneath it, teasing his ass, his cock, his balls, then his cock some more. nnAs he feels my hands on his cock, he lifts my sweater above my head, unclasps my bra, and pulls it off. He kneads and tugs at my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. His head moves between them, licking, sucking, nibbling and kissing, seemingly everywhere, his chest against my belly as he sucks on my hard nipples.

I woke up horny and wet. I had been dreaming about all the nasty things we did together last night. My sleepy eyes focused on the silk scarves still tied to our headboard. My still swollen pussy immediately tingled even more with excitement. I look longingly over to side of the bed and envisioned your hard naked body tied there. I close my eyes and recall teasing you and riding you till I came all over your hard cock. "Damn Saturday morning meetings with clients!" I grumble.nnGlancing at the clock, I realize that I had slept longer than I had thought. "Hmmm, maybe the meeting is already over." I wonder out loud.nnI fumble for the phone and dial your cell. "Good morning sleepyhead! A little worn out from last night still?" You answer cheerfully.nn"Oh no. I need you more right now baby." I purr into the phone. "Please come home now baby. I need to taste you.

When I first saw Autumn through my window that evening, she had already stripped down to just a sexy black bra and panties. Although we didn't always strip for each other before moving on to bigger and better things, I still felt as if I had missed out--like the show had started without me. I figured she must have seen saw my car in my driveway, and just assumed I was waiting in my dark bedroom for her to heat things up. I wondered if she had ever made that mistake before, playing out some long, seductive routine to an empty room while I ate dinner in the kitchen. My God, I hope not.nnDespite whatever excitement I might have missed, this was a terrific surprise to come home to. I hadn't seen this dream girl of mine in a week. And when an 18 year-old guy is without his fantasy for a week, it might as well be a lifetime. I felt lonely, but also worried. Though I knew it was irrational, something in the back of my head kept telling me that she wasn't going to return--that this girl in the window really was too good to be true.nnBut here she was. The 18 year-old seductress was back in her bedroom window with the shades open wide. I had just showered, so I was still naked as I moved closer to my own window. Even with two panes of glass and twenty feet of green lawn still between us, I felt like I could have reached out and run my fingers through her curly red hair. I dreamed for the chance to touch her like that. I wanted to feel the heat from her soft but trim body. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing those full, red lips. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I considered what her heavy, warm breasts would feel like in my hands, and how hard her little pink nipples would get between my fingers. Her pale skin, those long legs, and that magnificent ass: my entire body ached for it all.nnOur relationship, however, was limited to our windows.

It was great to get your letter. Turn me on a bit? A BIT? Talk about an understatement. I have to tell you, Jessica, that I really enjoyed it a LOT. It did more for me than anything I've read for ages. Just what it did, well, that's another story. Maybe some other time, but let's just say that it really hit the spot.nnAnd now I suppose it's my turn. Your description of your first time really did the trick for me and so I hope you don't mind if I follow your example. You asked me not to mind if you were being a bit literary at times, and so I hope you'll return the compliment now. This is a story which begins a long time before it really starts. Don't worry, you'll see what I mean.nnIt was during my first year at university. I was nineteen, studying French in London. One day I'd been to Camden Market and was waiting for a bus into town, when I noticed someone in the same queue, a woman with black hair in a long coat, probably in her late 'twenties, who looked really familiar but who I couldn't place. It bugged me, because I've normally got a good memory for faces, but try as I might I couldn't remember where I knew her from. She must've noticed me looking at her in a puzzled sort of way, because she kept darting glances at me as well and frowning to herself when she looked away.nnWell, when the bus came we both took it. The woman was in front of me in the queue and so she got on before me.

My name is Alexander Folkman. Just a tall, good-looking young black man living in Massachusetts. I am currently a student at the Milton Institute of Technology, a small private four-year college. Milton Tech is a school with only about forty eight hundred students. Men and women from various cities around Massachusetts. I like the school just fine. I'm one of four hundred black males and five hundred and seventeen black female students on campus. Milton Tech tried to diversify but it's still one of the most expensive colleges in the country. Since I'm there on a full academic scholarship, I don't much care. My scholarship covers room and board along with tuition and books for four years. All I had to do was maintain a certain GPA.nnAt the time that I attended it, Milton Tech was a college campus teeming with nerds and geeks. It's famous for its computer science and mechanical engineering studies programs. I'm there to study civil engineering. Lately, in an effort to boost enrollment as well as change the school's image, Milton Tech decided to add some sports. They hired coaches and staff, and transformed an old building into the future Department of Athletics after retrofitting it. They added Men's Varsity Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Volleyball, Rugby, Bowling, Swimming, Track, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Football, Wrestling, Tennis and Golf. Since the campus was forty nine percent female, they added Women's Varsity Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Field Hockey, Bowling, Ice Hockey, Golf, Volleyball, Tennis, Rugby, Lacrosse, Swimming and Track. All of these sports compete in the NCAA Division Three. Athletics changed the atmosphere on campus.

The first time I ever saw Kevin, I was picking up some materials from the supply store that were needed at a job site. My job required that I occasionally run extra materials to the construction crews if they ran short during the day. I don't mind being outdoors. Some women prefer the office environment, but I like the wide-open spaces, and the freedom to take the occasional truck ride to a job site. nnI'm used to being ogled and leered at. My slight 5' 5" height, long blond hair, hazel eyes, and 36" chest, combined with the form-fitting clothes I prefer, set me apart from the other working girls. I don't mind showing off my body, and I can take care of myself among the "boys club" of construction workers. So when my boss said, "Jenny, run to the supply depot and pick up this list of stuff, and get it to the Grover Street project, pronto," I jumped up with anticipation and rolled out in the longbed Chevy.nnThe man who loaded the planks into my pickup truck was new. I noticed his big, broad shoulders as he heaved the wood into my truck. As I watched him lift and lay the boards, he would look my way. When he did, I saw that his eyes were sky blue and crystal clear, the brightest I had ever seen. When he smiled at me as he handed me the sign-out paperwork for my signature, I felt like I could melt into his arms. He introduced himself as Kevin, and we briefly exchanged small talk about the project and how we liked our jobs. He made me as nervous as a schoolgirl as we talked. Fumbling with the clipboard, I managed to sign my name and hand it back to him. nnKevin said, "Thank you. I hope I'll see you again, Jenny."nn"I can't wait, Kevin. Really!

???Charlie", schrie ich als die erste Welle kam und ging. Seine magischen H?¤nde lie??en mich meinen l?¤ngsten Orgasmus meines Lebens erleben. Als er abklang lag ich ersch?¶pft da. Ich lie?? meine H?¤nde von seinen Haaren und kam seiner Hand an meinem Penis zu Hilfe. Er lie?? sie noch immer langsam ??ber meinen Schaft gleiten, gut ge?¶lt von meinem Samen. Mein Schwanz noch immer hart in seiner Hand. nnIch lag ersch?¶pft in seinen Armen, als mein Atem sich langsam wieder beruhigte. Seine H?¤nde glitten, feucht von meinem Saft, ??ber meinen Bauch. Charleston umarmte mich von hinten und vergrub sein Gesicht in meiner Schulter. Seine blonden Haare kitzelten mein Ohr und ich schloss die Augen, als er mich sanft in die Schulter biss. Ich bewegte mich etwas und f??hlte noch immer seinen harten Schwanz in der Hose. Es musste sehr eng darin sein, zumal ich mich dagegen lehnte. nnIch drehte mich um, sa?? ihm nun gegen??ber und schaute ihn an. Ich hatte keine Ahnung was man als Mann zu einem Mann sagt, der ihm gerade den besten Hand-Job seines Lebens gegeben hatte. Ich befreite mich erst einmal aus meiner Shorts und warf sie irgendwo hin. Daraufhin beugte ich mich vor und legte meine Arme um seinen Nacken. Selbst im sitzen war er gr?¶??er als ich. Ich zog ihn zu mir heran und unsere Lippen ber??hrten sich. Sofort lie?? er meine Zunge passieren und ich suchte die seine. Sie verfingen sich wie Fische in einem Netz.