My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.
Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and new in the city. She had not made many friends, she said, because she was not used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we traveled to and from work. We got up and down at the same stop. Although he was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a pleasant and refreshing change of some of the women I’m familiar with. However, my feelings towards her were not completely paternal. She was very thin, with short blond hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Because of their thin light frame, their breasts were quite small. I was anxious to see exactly how small. He was 5'8" tall and his legs were magnificent. She looked like a dancer. Thin long legs that disappear in the most round bottom that you can imagine.
Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.