บททั้งหมดของ Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): บทที่ 571 - บทที่ 580

For the last few weeks, Rick Dempsey and Ray Collins had been discussing what they would be doing for the rest of their lives. They were both 18 years old, had just graduated from the local high school and were debating whether to join the military service or go to work in one of the factories in town until they were drafted or got married. Except for some kind of trade school, college was not even considered an option for young men such as them at that time and in that small Midwestern city.Early one warm evening, they were riding in Rick's car and sharing a six-pack of beer when Ray spotted a young woman with a shapely ass ahead of them and to their right. Daylight Savings Time was in effect so there was still more than enough daylight for them to see her clearly. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and walking by herself and they recognized her as Susan Albright, a pretty girl with dark brown hair who had been a year ahead of them in high school. She had a reputation for being "e

He moaned, arching his back his head falling back as he felt her ruby-red lips slide over the bared head of his cock and wrap themselves around his shaft. She began to slide up and down him, one of her slender, long-fingered hands cupping and squeezing his balls a little bit as he floated, half-weightless, in the warm water of the pool. She was completely underwater, her other hand massaging his hip and leg, as she was purportedly supposed to be doing to help him relax, but the sensation of those full, sensual lips around his stiff member was doing much more in the area of relaxing Talyn than even her well-trained fingers was.Sable hair floated in the pool in front of him, bubbles disturbing the silky surface every now and then as she bobbed atop him, her talented, slippery little tongue tickling his sensitive skin as she sucked him and slid him in and out of her hot, water-filled mouth.He groaned, hips thrusting, his hands searching beneath the water to find her smooth, olive-skinn

I had been at this bar many times, and the guys were always the same. I had the reputation for being untouchable, and every guy would try to touch me. It's not that I would fight them off, break any fingers or anything. It's just, I might dance with them, talk with them, but I would never really do anything with them. So that's what I was. I was a challenge, and that's how most guys spent their nights. Trying to get me.It was on one of these nights I sat at the bar, my long legs crossed over each other, black heels dangling off my toes, my little black dress hugging me in all the right ways. When I had walked in that night, I could feel a difference in the air, a difference in the atmosphere. It all felt familiar."The guy at the end of the bar would like to buy you another drink," the bartender said to me. I looked down the bar, and saw a cute guy smiling at me. I smiled back at him, and lifted my drink to him in greeting. I looked down at the counter, and I knew he was getting up f

Over and over again, the strangers investigated the cells, the sounds echoin down to where I held what little breath I had left. Wet tears spilled down my cheeks. I was unsure if I wanted em to find me or not. I lay still, watchin the door and waitin fer the inevitable, certain that they would kill me when they did find me. What else would barbarians do?"And the last one?"The door rattled. "Ha! Tis locked. Do ye still have those keys ye found by the stairway?""Aye. Ready yer sword just in case. Tis been good knowin ye if this is our end."A key turned in the lock, there was a moment of silence, and then the door flung open. Two burly men raced into the room yellin, "Fer Lord Bryce!," their swords raised high. I closed my eyes and prayed my end would be swift. I heard their boots scufflin as they stumbled to a stop, their gasps loud in the otherwise silent room.I felt the heat of their bodies as they crouched down."Is she alive?" one man whispered, his voice shaky.He sounded more

He shifted over me, his cock slowly penetratin my quim.I cried out again, this time clawin at his arms, realizin what he was doin. He grasped my wrists and held em to the bed.Through my whimpers, I heard im say, "Shh, Laila. Relax. Be a good lass, and it wun hurt."He began to stroke in and out of me. It didna hurt. It felt amazinly good. Especially that little nub on the crown that rubbed against my entrance each time he withdrew and then sheathed imself again.Yit I had not asked fer im to do this to me. I had not asked fer any of this to happen to me. All of my energy seeped away, and I lay limp beneath im, hot tears rollin down my cheeks.His moans started low and then increased with the speed of his thrusts. I tried not to look at im hoverin over me. So strong and powerful.Had Kenley or Magge lain in this same spot? Had they enjoyed this...this... I couldna even think of the proper word to describe it. Twas almost torture. Very sweet torture, although unwarranted.A sudden tho