Cute Girls

“Sequel to ‘In the Act’”

Faith motioned for Josh to get in first. He stepped in and immediately made room for her by going under the spray and getting his hair wet. He ran his hands through his short black hair and shook his head to clear his eyes of water. Faith had stepped in, her face still slightly flushed. She was breathing hard through her nose.

Before Josh could react to her presence, she pushed him against he wall of the shower and pulled his head down to hers. To say she devoured his mouth would be an understatement. She consumed it. Absorbed it. It was impossible to tell where her lips ended and his began. He was hard again almost instantly. (more…)

“(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)”

Regina had just logged onto her favorite pornography forum and opened a chat session. In the OR (the Oral Room for those not among the cognoscenti), there was a reasonably intelligent interchange about labia. Were they a source of pleasure in themselves or just there to keep everything contained and protected?

She just observed for a few minutes until she noticed that One Footer had been lurking too. Suddenly One Footer opened a new discussion. (more…)

It was a hot day outside, and the gulf air was hot and sticky and humid.

I felt my shirt clinging to me with sweat, which had soaked through my clothes and made my jeans feel like they were made out of lead. I glanced at the cloudy sky and wished it would rain, so that some of the humidity might evaporate. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and stepped back to watch Cheryl pick up a box. The box was resting where she had set it, teetering on the step in front of the dorm.

“How’re you doing?” I asked, “Have you got it?” (more…)

*success or failure?* “Please read Part One first!”

The following morning I went off early into the village to get some provisions in for lunch. Tina wanted some bottled water and I hoped to have the chance of a word with Rob, the young English waiter at the beach restaurant where we had eaten a few times. He was part of my plan for level number six.

Quite luckily I bumped into him outside the small Spar supermarket.

‘Hi, Rob,’ I called. He ambled over with his bags in hand. He was very good looking, about nineteen, I guessed. I imagined him working for an advertising agency modelling jeans or other rugged outdoor wear. A firm body, almost hairless chest and long muscular legs. Yes, he had walked off one of those menthol cigarette adverts on the back of old Sunday supplement magazines, in my teens. I was betraying my age! I don’t suppose Tina remembered those mountain stream cool smokes. (more…)

“The following submission happened over the course of a very long and satisfying weekend. Although it may need to be broken down into several submissions, Bri and I wrote it as one continuous event. So, enjoy, and by all means vote, and send us your comments. We’d love to hear from you!

Cyrus $ Bri”

After some skillful negotiations, mostly just giving the boys head, Bri and Karen decided that they would scout the local pubs and clubs themselves for the newest recruits. Apryl had told the girls that she would be fine with whomever they chose, and left it up to them to set a cut off number. Karen and Bri had said that six guys each should be a good number. They all smiled and just laughed at the thought of eighteen naked men in one place. Apryl blushed a little at the thought of possibly being used by so many in one night! (more…)

Jon and Michelle had been planning this trip for a long time and couldn’t believe they were actually sitting on the plane as they flew over the Gulf of Mexico. They were on their way to Cozumel for a second honeymoon they had been planning for a few years now.

They had been married for just over five years and had no kids. Their marriage was solid and they loved each other deeply. Both were really looking forward to some time away from work and responsibilities for the next ten days in sunny Mexico. They had booked themselves a private cabin on the beach at a small hotel and were looking forward to some relaxation on the sunny beaches and some wild times in their cabin. (more…)

“[My dear friend writes stories as Pixie2001. She is my inspiration for this story and contributed some of the memories and ideas. I'll never forget her kindness.]

[ Reprise of Part One – If you haven’t read Part One, here is the beginning of that part: “This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we are not made all one thing or all another. Each of us is part heterosexual and each has a part that is capable of loving another woman.

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“Author’s Note: This is the second and longest part of a four-part story. Although there is some sexual activity in this story, if you are looking for a quickie “stroke and cum” story you might want to select something else to read. For those who enjoy plot and character development and a long build-up to a rousing conclusion, please feel free to follow along this special tale.”

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A week later, Emily asked if she could invite a couple of her best friends over to go swimming for the afternoon. Mitchell had never met any of her friends and thought that it would be an interesting encounter. (more…)

Rob idled the cruiser into the lagoon, searching out his friends. There were a couple of young girls, looking to be in their early twenties, floating on inflatable rafts. Not wearing their bikini tops, their breasts were exposed for everyone to see. Rob glanced at them but only for a second or two. A number of young men, wearing everything from swim trunks to Speedos, shouted off-color remarks and waved as we passed by them.

“Just ignore them.” Robbie asserted. “It’s the beer talking.”

I wasn’t taking their rude comments to heart, trying me best to shrug them off. A group of boaters, mostly women outnumbering men two to one, waved at us to pull in beside them. Robbie waved back at them, steering the cruiser towards their position. My feelings of being uncomfortable increased when I saw they looked to be in their mid-twenties, a good ten years younger than me. (more…)

It had been almost three months since Matt took my virginity. I didn’t see him that often outside of class. He was afraid the administration would discover our little tryst. It would mean an immediate dismissal and black mark on any future positions. What parent would want a man who had sex with young girls teach their daughters? Of course I still teased him a bit. I always wore a short pleaded skirt and no panties. I was sure to sit in front and keep my legs open. I could see the bulge in his pants. The trouble was, so could the other students. All of the girls swore it was them he wanted. All the boys tried to steal back their focus by swearing Matt was gay. I just smiled. (more…)