It was three o’clock in the afternoon and it had started to rain. Wet
leaves stuck to the glossy red trunk of the Jaguar, beaded with droplets,
and a hazy sun caught the rear window. Bobby opened the door and sat
down heavily, breathing in the leather. So that was it. The end of Arla. He
looked across the passenger seat to the lawn through the streaked window,
the lawn that led up to the house. The canopied street curved away before
him, its houses and hedges and willows and mimosa trees dripping and
green. He looked down. Suddenly he felt her legs around his head again
and his face pressed so deep into her pussy that it was stopped by her
pubic bone. Her fragrance was overwhelming, so close, so closeI

———————

Arla was sitting beside him as they raced along the 101. The ocean to
their right appeared and disappeared through the hills. The wind swirled
into the Jag. He shifted gears. She seemed pleased with how he did that.
They drove up through the hills and it got cooler. It started to rain, or was
it mist?
“Hey, we’re driving through a cloud” he said.
The car felt snug and strong, and he looked over and what he saw,
what he saw, was Arla slipped down below window level with her skirt
hoisted up and her legs wide open and her panties pulled to the side…
Smiling like the sun and moon, she seemed to fill all the space in the cabin.
But Bobby was cool. He kept driving, as the wind tore at her skirt
in the corner of his eye.

Another time he had overstayed his welcome–probably–on her sofa.
He knew how to do that, and he knew what Arla would do about it.
“Bobby,” she would say, “aren’t you tired yet?” There was a lamp to
either side of the sofa, making the light in the room ever so soft and the
quietness of the house ever so loud.
“Oh, I dunno,” said Bobby, “I feel kinda tense, you know.”
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Party games - Games for fun & Pleasure

Ted and Donna usually threw a party about once a month, inviting their
closest “party friends” and a smattering of new faces. This party was very
typical of Ted & Donna; plenty of wine, good food, and several nice clean
private rooms upstairs where people could get away from the crowd. And it
was CROWDED! I had to move sideways through most of the crowd just to get
to the kitchen and collect my “glad you could make it” kiss from Donna.

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.
This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. (more…)

Little Duckling Lesbian Hot Story

Lenya pressed her lips against the soft yellow down of Marte’s pussy.

More like a duckling, she thought, than a little pussy-kitten. It

smelled of new-born life like a freshly hatched duckling.

Lenya loved kissing her little duckling, nuzzling up next to it,

rubbing her nose and lips in it.

“Damn, girl, are you going to eat it or play with it?” Marte asked

impatiently.

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