All Chapters of Wild Girls: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

 Sandy smiled, shrugged and said. “Sure, you can call it that. I’m glad it was good for you…I enjoyed it too. I looked forward to it all week.”“You did? How do you mean?”“Well, I’ve been thinking about you since Tuesday night when we spoke on the phone. I wasn’t sure if you’d accept my invitation to go to dinner tonight. I was nervous about asking you and I was happy when you said yes.  And even aft

 With that she swung around and adjusted herself into sixty-nine position. She immediately started kissing my cock and kneading my balls and her pussy was right in front of my face. I don’t know what she did in the bathroom but she smelled and tasted sweet. I spread her lips with my fingers and sheathed her clit with my lips and licked her.  She had my cock in her mouth and started doing her thing, up and down, in

 “Good. Good and tight.”“How far in are you?”I glanced down and said, “maybe halfway.” I slowly sped up the pace of our rocking and Sandy went with the flow. We could both feel it being absorbed deeper inside her. She reached down with her right hand and began massaging her clit, and she uttered a guttural “ugh” with each push.“I can’t believe

 Sandy was making more and more noise so I knew she was about to erupt. “Fuck,” she squealed. “Oh God, I never fucked so much. Give it to me. Keep fucking me.”I adjusted my hand and slipped a second finger into her asshole and Sandy yelped. “Yes!” she cried. “Clean my ass while you’re fucking me!”I pushed my fingers deep into her ass each time I slammed my dick into her pussy. I wanted to touch myself.Her yelps got louder and she let out her by-now-familiar scream that I muffled with my mouth. I kept pushing, knowing I was close to release.“I was half breathless and panted, “I cleaned you out, now I’m gonna fill you up.”“Yes. Ugh… Fill my fresh, clean twat with some fres

 Greg wasn’t particularly good looking, and he just worked as a photographer. Women didn’t show the slightest interest in him. He’d seen some pretty ugly rich men with beautiful babes on their arm and felt that was his only course of action.  

 Knight was a serious academic. He had little time for frivolous pursuits and, it was rumored he had never slept with a woman. “If Knight needs a thrill,” laughed one of his colleagues at a staff meeting one day, &ldq

 Having a common name like Smith can sometimes be a problem and when it’s John Smith even more so. The John Smith of our story had been hassled by debt collectors mistaking him for one of his namesakes and was once even picked up by the police as a suspect in a jewelry heist. However, those events were nothing compared to what happened to him when he attended his company’s annual sales seminar at a Los Angeles hotel. 

 James was living in a small Wisconsin town. His girl friend Olander, was basically a female version of him. They had been unofficially engaged for about a year but Brook’s strict Lutheran upbringing meant that there was no sex until after marriage and she didn’t want to tie the knot until her older sister did so and that didn’t look very promising. Charise couldn’t even keep a boyfriend never mind marry one. 

 When Sarah called for a plumber she expected to see a balding man in ill-fitting jeans with a plunger in his hand, instead, she got Seth. He was in his early twenties, neatly attired, incredibly handsome and when he smiled and said, “Are you Mrs. Becky,” her heart went into overdrive. “No that’s my mother

 After being unemployed for almost six months it was driving me crazy, so as I walked into the unemployment office on that beautiful Spring morning, I decided that I would accept whatever was on offer regardless of how bizarre it was. I suppose using that term bizarre was tempting fate, because as it turned out they had a vacancy for a curator-come-janitor for a panty museum.