Novels by WhiteSwan

Mark kept a steady driving action plunging his big swollen cock hard into Janet's hot pussy. Janet let out a muffled groan as she was overcome with her first orgasm. I felt the tension in her body as she jerked her head back again and again. Now it was my turn.I slid out from under Janet and told Mark to pull out. He looked at me as if to say no, but thought better of it as Janet fell forward on the bed. I told Mark to get on the bed with me and I laid back and spread my legs wide. He moved between my legs I held his big swollen cock, throbbing from the fucking he had given Janet and I guided it between my waiting hot pussy lips. As his cock filled my pussy I raised my hips up to give his cock more room to go deeper inside me. Now he held my hips up and began to fuck me hard and fast, bouncing against me with each thrust. I felt the big cock fill me up and then pull out and each time he reentered I shivered with the pleasure. I didn't want him

The clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn't. The thought of going to Yesterday's after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so drunk that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Janet meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club. I had met Janet on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too. When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company. Tonight was supposed to be special. Mark had asked Janet about me and then invited us to his place after the club closed. Since we were not working this weekend and could sleep in I had agreed. I was not gon

My kisses left her mouth and covered her cheeks, her jaw, and as she lifted her throat to me I buried my mouth in the soft skin, kissing, licking, sucking. Hands fumbling I unbuttoned her shirt and knelt before her, lifting her soft full breast to my lips, circling the nipple with the tip of my tongue, kissing and sucking lightly as she hardened and tightened in my mouth. I turned to the other, repeating my attentions, while I rubbed her other saliva-slicked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was gasping now and moaning, her hands bracing herself between the sink and table. “Dare I?” I thought, and cupping her breasts in each hand, my thumb caressing the tight nipples, I began to kiss down her tummy to her navel. Circling it, I flicked my tongue against the top, then the bottom, then slid my tongue hard inside it. Her moans intensified, urging me on, and I slid her shorts down to the ground. She put her hands on my head and

We chatted a bit about teaching, students, shared a few stories, and then pulled up a long driveway to an old home with a wide porch. She parked the car on the driveway, got out and led me up the stairs. I held the screen door as she pushed the unlocked door open. “One of the pleasures of country living!” she said as she walked towards the back of the house. I could see the sitting room to my left, with its old upholstered formal furniture and tables, old frames and older pictures on the wall. I watched her also as she walked, and must have imagined the little swing in her hips. A nice round bottom I’d love to get my hands on – damn I had to stop thinking like that. I followed her past the dining room table, with a silver case and old wood sideboard. The things in the house spoke of ancient refinement, and as she slid the pocket door open to the kitchen, I again admired the soft curve of her ass. I just couldn’t help myself.“C’mon in here and set down”

“C’mon, I’ll drive you down there, and then let’s see if we can’t put something on those cuts” she said. She motioned me to an old ’69 Ford Country Squire station wagon, parked a bit off the road and near the edge of the gorge. “I was just out here enjoying the scenery myself when I saw you having some trouble down there.”I piled into her car and we raced down the road, stopping now and then so I could get out and look for the raft. Finally, about a mile down, I saw it, overturned, caught in a jumble of branches on our side of the river.“You wouldn’t have a rope, would you?” I asked. “Of course, honey. I was a Girl Scout, you know, and I am ALWAYS prepared,” she laughed. Sure enough, she took me around to the back of the station wagon, and after rummaging through a few things, produced a coil of thick rope. I scrambled down the embankment, my chest and shoulders burning now in pain, managed to grab and tie the raft, and began my ascent. I suff

It was late in the summer, and I’d been working construction along the LeHigh River, not far from Fontana Dam. A former teacher, I had become used to the cycle of nine months of inside work and three outdoors. This year, my marriage was suffering a bit more than usual as I’d taken a job that separated me from my wife and family but brought in the income needed to support them. I lived on the per diem, stayed in company housing, and sent my salary home. My needs were few – cigarettes, a few beers on the weekend, some good reading material and, just once in a while, renting a raft for a trip down the river. This was an especially bright day, the water higher than usual from the recent rains. We were awaiting new materials and had just been told that it would be at least a day before they’d deliver the steel supports we needed. While I could have spent the day at the job site and drawn my pay while chatting and doing odd jobs, I felt better about taking the rest of

Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.And that just left her frustrated.Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Evangeline had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fas

A lot can happen in a week, Evangeline reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy African look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.So much had happened since. So much had changed.Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people,

Thinking the light-headedness must just be a blend of the drink and the dim office lighting, she shrugged it off.“Good god...” Debby mumbled, now really starting to feel sleepy, and she reached out to try to steady her balance against the desktop. “Sir. I feel... rather...”She shut her eyes, and felt the whole room ingest her, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit.She opened her eyes, and things felt strange. She was strung up in chains, a heavy steel wristband around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain connected to each, tugging her sideways from both directions. The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hun

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university. So many of her older friends had gone off to college, before going to university, and been weighed down with debt. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, and in two more months she would already have enough money to cover it all.The only daunting thing for her was the size of the lawns that she had to cut, and all without the use of a drivable mower. She was out with a petrol one, four

Celeste didn’t know if it was just heated lust or the fact that she was missing a boyfriend in her life, but she didn’t want this to ever end. She wanted to suck him for eternity. And there was no way the cop was going to let it end any time soon, widening his stance slightly and letting the young girl work his pole.She began to suckle and lap at the tip. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the underside of his bell as the cop moaned, patting at her hair and pulling her further down onto his cock. She started to take it inch by inch, tasting the sweet pre-seed as she slurped and sucked on him. She gasped around the girth as the officer pulled at her hair, pulsating inside her mouth.With the next underground stop nearing, there was still nobody else around. But at this point Celeste didn’t care if anyone saw, lost in the moment and thoroughly enjoying herself. She blew him hard, working him with her hot lips. The cop pulled her up and down on his cock as he forced his way to t

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation.These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night.Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal. A wise man once said that graffiti breaks the hegemonic hold of corporate and governmental style over the urban environment and the situations of daily life. As a form of aesthetic sabotage, it interrupts the pleasant, efficient uniformity of planned urban space and predictable urban living. For many, graffiti disrupts the lived experience of mass culture, the passivity of mediated consumption.But Celeste believed it was through graffiti that a nation’s culture was truly exhibited, expressing the wider s