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Gina Singleton fingered her tight, little cunt and muttered to herself. "Oh, Jesus, Id love to have a huge cock slamming against my backbone!" she said, spreading her long, bronzed legs. She slid her middle finger in and out of the slicked-up walls and moaned quietly as her palm rubbed her clit.She sat there on the couch, her head flung back as she felt the pleasure begin to mount. Her breathing was raspy and shallow as she sensed the first warm glow of orgasm begin to bum in her pussy. She fingered herself in and out, tightening her cunt walls around her exploring finger and moaned softly. Just as she tensed up her entire body for a glorious release, the phone rang."Oh shit," she said, her ...

Marcy Whalens parents were very religious, and almost fanatical in their condemnation of anything that wasnt approved by the church. Marcy grew up in an atmosphere of fear.When she reached thirteen and her body started awakening, her mother sat her down and explained the sins of the flesh. She cautioned Marcy not to fall into temptation by touching herself or by allowing a boy to have his way with her.Marcy was allowed to date, but only when several couples were included in the group. And then nearly all of her outings were connected with the church. As she grew older she heard stories from the other girls in school about young couples who had gotten into trouble. It frightened her, but it a...

"Hey, where did that sweet little cunt come from?" the new tenant asked as a curvy little brunette swung past them and walked through the apartment complex. "Oooooh, wouldnt I like to run my cock into that little tail.". "Stay clear of that piece," his friend cautioned. "Thats off limits. Shes the owners daughter.". "So shes John Phillips daughter," the first snapped back, "so what? John fucks every unmarried cunt around and half the married ones. I hear his son does the same.". "Sure, sure," his sandy-haired companion soothed, "but his delicious little daughter is not part of the game around here. Old John protects her like she was the Virgin Mary herself.". "A few more years," the taller m...

Sheila followed the porter into the hotel room. She watched him as he set down her baggage on the huge double bed. As soon as he left the room, she removed her clothing and headed for the bathroom. For the next twenty minutes she stood in the shower and let the warm jets of water massage her soft flesh.After she dried herself, Sheila fell heavily onto the bed. She was completely exhausted. She sighed and stretched. The shower was absolutely divine, she told herself. Just what she needed. After all, it had been quite a trip. Six hundred miles in less than ten hours. And it was not quite over. There was still another hundred miles to go. Her sister lived in Las Vegas. Oh well, she thought. The...

Pam Wilson slinked one very slinky leg across her husbands body and she eased her pussy with sophisticated ease against the lump in his shorts. She put a hand on his waist, another on the side of his head, and she began to kiss him awake, the way he loved to be awakened.Kerrys eyes opened slowly, fluttering as he awoke, and then he understood what the ticklish pressure on his mouth meant. "Hello, baby," he said, embracing Pam and angling his crotch into hers. It was all he got to say. She felt the sudden growth of his cock and she slammed her mouth down upon his, tongue jabbing furiously into Kerrys mouth as he sucked it just as furiously.If hed been lumpy between the legs a moment ago, he w...

"I think you know why I have to get Teresa out of town for a while," Mrs. Henderson said, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Jane didnt look up from her tea. It embarrassed her to hear her mother carry on about Terry. It had been like that for some years now. Terry was an embarrassing girl to have around. "Are you listening, Janey?". "Sure, mom.". "I wish Teresa took after you more," her mother went on. "Never asking for anything, never causing any trouble. But she isnt like that. And ever since your father disappeared, I knew this day was coming. I cant seem to get her to obey me at all anymore. And now this dating business comes up and her wanting to strut around with that Carson boy." Mrs. ...

Rhonda McGrath brushed her long red hair into a shining auburn wave and sighed deeply. She managed to smile at her reflection in the bathroom mirror even though she didnt feel like it. She looked like the perfect picture of a loving wife, dressed in a transparent blue nightgown, getting ready for bed with her handsome husband Bill. She didnt feel loving, though. She didnt even feel excited, knowing that Bill was waiting for her in their wide double-bed. She just felt bored… bored with her husband and bored with her nice, safe, suburban life.She knew that she looked good. Her titties still thrust out, high and white and firmer than any other thirty-year-old housewife in the neighborhood. Her ...