A short story about the sexual adventures of seventy year old Margeret. From her mother's boyfriend to her best friend, margret goes from completley virginal to completley experienced.
The city is rotten, an overrun cesspool of corporate greed and human rights violations at the hands of those too rich and powerful to be stopped... but their corruption has spawn, the vile and throbbing embodied mass of karma, crawling voraciously like an abandoned freight train of "I don't know what." But really, it's a beautiful story about a desperate mother willing to do anything just to have a life with her son in a world that knows little of happy endings.
This is a work of my imagination and my daydreams. It tells the story of a happily married young couple and the ruse that was used to lure them into swinging
Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.
Her words still in my head as I follow her up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass. From left to right she wiggled it. I thought she was giving me a show. I could feel myself growing quickly. There was no hiding from her. Time to make my move. As reached the top of the stairs and unlocking the door, I took her advice and went for it. A firm slap on her ass, with such speed she turned around with a look of shock she realizes. I whisper, "Sometimes you just have to go for it".
Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip. She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display.
Kelli, a married young wife and mother, turns to working the phone sex line to keep her occupied and earn money at night while her husband's on the night shift.