I showed up with a six pack of Michelobs (that was a fancy beer back then) and a couple bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. That shit was sickeningly sweet but girls would drink it. Rowdy worked at a liquor store and I got all that for three dollars. Yeah, they had a bit of an inventory control problem they weren’t aware of. Cathy had this big-ass house, probably twice as big as mine, and it was totally decent. Cathy, Beth, and their four other girlfriends were all dressed in sweats and various rock and roll band T-shirts. In contrast, I had my suave designer pants on and a pretty fancy long sleeve shirt. I was styling ! The girls were goofy, but fun. Being the elder statesmen, and helped by the two shots of tequila with Rowdy, I indian managed to entrance and enthrall the younger girls with tales of people getting drunk and doing stupid things. Like the time Big-O decided he could ride a tricycle off the roof and he… well, you guys don’t want to hear that, you want sex. Okay fine. The girls started playing records and dancing wildly, and I was right there with them. I was making it very clear, though, that it was Beth and only Beth that I was as interested in. I stayed close to her with my hand on her knee, or arm around the waist, or something. Through the course of being hands-on, I discovered something I suspected since I first got there; Beth wasn’t wearing a bra. I had seen Pinto struggling in the movie Animal House trying to get the bra off his girl (“I think it’s locked, or something”) and I was thrilled I didn’t have to face that. Big smiles! As more wine and beer got consumed, the girls decided that they wanted to watch a movie. Now, this was very cool as Video machines were very rare and very expensive. I had never actually seen one up to this point and was pretty fascinated. Watching a movie in your own house, wow! But as the girls were calling their places on the couches, I noticed Beth was hanging back. Now, my momma didn’t raise no dummy! Oh wait, we already established that she did, in fact, raise a dummy… well... I was catching on quickly! I stepped back a bit, also, and she caught my eye. She tilted her head down just a tad and gave me “the look.” As stupid as I was, I understood that look. We sauntered back out of the TV lounge, and tiptoed downstairs, where Beth led me to a girl’s room that turned out to be Cathy’s, littered with girl clothes and paraphernalia. It also had a king-sized bed. Emboldened by the liquor, and knowing that it was at least partially okay with Beth, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to me for her to sit. Beth ignored that entirely and jumped full on the bed, landing up at the head in the big fluffy pillow area. I kicked off my shoes and climbed up on the bed, crawling up and over her body, and using my knee to spread her legs enough that I could land in there. With my arms planted on each side of her body, I leaned down and kissed her gently, at first. I lavished big wet kisses on her as she held me around my neck, pulling slightly. I made my big move, laying down fully on top of her body. Our tongues worked together in a hot and slippery dance war, pushing against each in lovely swirls and circles. I raised up on my elbows to look at her. “Do you feel that?” I asked, moving my pelvis on hers, my fully hard cock pressing on her lower abdomen. “That’s me not being horny.” She smiled and giggled. Suddenly, I didn’t hate giggling anymore. Ashley’s dirty talk tends to start just before her orgasm, it starts with an agreement to mine and then she drives home about how she would love to have my dick in her ass and another in her pussy, yeah I know doesn’t that sound just like what she had in the first story, sometimes I wait and wish to hear her say Matt’s name but she always climax’s first. ‘Cause it wouldn’t really explain why your carpet matches your drapes, now, would it?” Kelly growled. “I try not to think about it,” I told him, honestly, before finally reading the message. “Please, Mr. Thompson, call me Sarah.” She said. I stood up and faced her, my resurrected fuck monster waving in her beautiful face! "And enjoy what, exactly?" asked John. It looked like she had three digits buried in her snatch. A mumbled “Yes, mom,” “Sorry, mom, Tracy,” and “Yes, dear,” were quietly uttered. “Unh” I gasp and I look down and grip the chair while Phil vigorously fucks me with indian short strokes right at the entrance to my pussy. The longer she thought the more she was determined to do all she could possibly do to please the man she loves. Tom took a couple of cotton balls and packed them into his nose. “I've been having my fun,” I said, blushing and nodding. She sank down before my mom's thighs. "Fuck Dad," Deana said. That was why I accepted King Njam's possibility. Remember?” In fact, I couldn't believe how good it felt to me, while Henry was fondling my penis. “How was your weekend with your mom?” Paul whispered in my ear. Dawn did her best to focus on the task at hand. I raised my finger and obliged the elf. You don’t know how much I dreamt of this.” Marcos said as he undid his belt and jeans, he quickly pushed his pants and underwear down. She could feel her legs shaking as she rested her weight against the table, chest pressed against the hard wood.