Although I'd been having sex for a couple of years now, the past two weeks had been like nothing else before. After all, how many girls get to have sex with their own dad?
Tag Bonewell is a failed P.I. The only positive thing he has going for him is his mind-boggling sex life with his secretary, the luscious, football-titted, Lucy Fern. True, he also has his neighbor, the practicing witch, Wanda Blake, an older, truly insatiable woman, but that shit don't pay the rent.
When Tag takes the house dick job at the Wellington Hotel, he meets the luscious Mergie and the delectable Greta. Now, if he only had time for his job! So many women, so little time!
15-year Tamera had been drugged and liquered up when she lost her virginity to her boyfriend. But she did not know that her boyfriend's dad had taken pictures of them while they were doing it. Her boyfriend's dad used the pictures to blackmail her widowed mom into sex acts under the pretext that she could earn the pictures back. Both Tamera and her mom both wind up working together and with her boyfriend and dad for the pictures.
Little did Doris know when she took the secretarial job offer from Romily Manor, the nature of the duties she was to perform. She hadn't counted on being a paid playmate for Mildred Wynton's twenty-five-year- old retarded son. Her horror deepened even further at the realization that she had to share her voluptuous body with the degenerate doctor and Mrs. Wynton's lascivious chauffeur. Mrs. Wynton was the mistress of the manor in name, but it was Doris's lush young body that held the title!
Longtime friends Barry and Larry are on the back porch after (high) school with their laptops. Is that homework on their screens? The hot young widow next door sees repetitive motions through their fence's knot hole, and videos them. Maybe she can offer something non-electronic for their laps, hmm? When she's done, those 2 guys and their 2 girlfriends have poked through their first fence line to adulthood and found love.
Our parents worked late. My hot, seventeen-year-old sister, a real tease to my friends, was in my sex fantasies. I was fifteen, super horny and happened to sport a big, nine-inch cock. I jacked three to four times a day. (Oh, to be young.) Seeing her parade around the house in just her thong panties and midriff tee-shirt was more than a young teen could handle--even if she was my sister. I will detail how I found myself crossing the line, doing things no parent should know about.