I practically bounded up her front steps. Sunday afternoon was always play-time, and the bag of toys in my hand was going to make today extra fun.My red-haired slut met me at the door, wearing one of her trademark loose blouses and drawstring trousers. That meant she was eager to give me access to her fine soft skin and finer pussy. During the week, she usually wore stretch pants, and I loved peeling those down to her ank...

It was time for Sunday afternoon football, and I didn’t think I’d be bored this time. Skip and Dean were coming over to watch the game, and they just might want some diversion again. Alex seemed excited, too. Even though he’d fucked me three times last night, there was still an interesting bump in the front of his jeans. Dean arrived first. Kissing my cheek lightly in greeting, his hand just brushed my ass. I remembered t...

It was football season again, so I had Sunday afternoon pretty much to myself. Alex and a varying cast of buddies would be glued to the big-screen TV in the den. I decided I’d do the laundry on this gloomy, boring day. After my shower, I pulled on yoga pants and an old tight t-shirt. No need to dress better for this bunch, and I could wash one more set of my good clothes. I pulled my hair back in a pony-tail, but did brus...

We had a date for Sunday afternoon at the movies. I arrived promptly at 2:30 and she met me at the door, wearing a flirty little skirt with matching blouse and tank top.“Nice outfit.” I looked her up and down. The skirt was short, and I lifted it up to check out her panties. Good, she was wearing the little pink bikinis. Hooking my finger into the neck of the tank top, I could see her boobs easily. Plenty of room to feel...

CHAPTER 4The king-sized bed had the covers turned down already, but Alan pulled the satin comforter completely off before he sat me down on the side of the bed. I was facing a wall of mirrors along the closet doors, which doubled the size of the big room. He leaned down and pulled off my shoes, then knelt between my legs and grasped the top of one blue stocking. He pulled it down neatly and tossed it on top of my shoes. I...

I dressed with extra care. The annual Scholarship Auction Dinner was always a special event, an occasion to wear evening clothes and black tie, but this year was extra special. I had been dieting and exercising like mad to fit back into my most elegant outfit, a St. John knit that was some years old, but truly a classic. A gorgeous royal blue suit with gold threads, it included a short skirt, silk blouse, and a form-fitti...

We’d been hooking up for a few months now, and were keeping a pretty good schedule. Once a week, sometimes twice, when my delivery route took me close by, I’d drop in to bang her willing cum-hole. Occasionally I had enough time to get her to orgasm, but she seemed just a little more eager for it when I made her wait until Friday night.Sunday afternoons, we had even more time to play, but I still hadn’t wormed any sexual f...

I managed to wait until Thursday afternoon before I delivered a surprise visit to my red-haired slut. I figured she’d be dying for it by then, unless she was getting herself off each night like I was. And she’d told me she didn’t masturbate.She answered the door on my first ring, wearing stretch pants and a big t-shirt, just like the first time. I dropped the little bag on a table and pecked her on the cheek.“What’s that?...

On Saturday morning, I realized we hadn’t set up another date, so I called her just after ten. No answer, but I was pretty sure this was her cell phone. When I called again in two hours, she picked up and I could hear some background noise.“I’m busy for most of the weekend,” was her answer. My cock shriveled in disappointment.I begged a little, and finally she said, “All right, I should be home by five on Sunday. Anytime...

It was Peter’s turn to host poker night for the boys. The table in the dinette was cleared off and the refrigerator stocked with beer. Vicki was coming over with Dave to keep me company, so I was working on a pitcher of margaritas. We often went out for a girls’ night on these Saturdays, but there wasn’t one damn movie we wanted to see, so had decided to find something on Netflix instead.They arrived first, and Dave gave...

She must have seen me from the kitchen window, and came to meet me at the front door. It was rainy and cool, and she was wearing wide yoga pants under a big black blouse. I had jeans on myself, foregoing my usual shorts, but had decided not to wear my cowboy boots. I didn’t want to remind her of that little fantasy just yet.She was providing dinner tonight, so I followed her into the kitchen. A take-out tray from my favor...

I was in her driveway by 5:15 on Wednesday afternoon. My red-haired fuck-bunny had insisted on two days off between our sessions. I had her phone number now, but she had turned me down firmly when I called to beg for a mid-day hook-up, saying she had a lot of work to do. My cock was hot to trot, so I had come straight from work with a quick stop for take-out food.I wondered if I should call her from the driveway, but I co...

After work, I dashed home for a quick shower and change. Just before six o’clock, I was on her doorstep with a take-out bag and a six-pack. A thunderstorm had cooled the afternoon, and she was wearing a silky blouse loose over another pair of baggy cotton trousers. The TV was on in a corner of the living room.We looked at each other a little awkwardly, and I leaned down to peck her cheek. This was feeling like a first dat...

Monday promised to be another hot day, in more ways than one. After a day of rest, I was looking forward to more tight juicy twat tonight after work. After drilling her well into Saturday night, we were both feeling pretty worn out, not to mention tender in the privates. So we agreed to not hook up again until Monday evening.My UPS deliveries took me nearby her house shortly after noon. Well, not too far from her house. I...

It was Saturday morning and my cock was still remembering that red-haired pussy from yesterday. I jerked off in the shower, but that didn’t help much. Stroking my rod while I tried to watch TV was not soothing enough, either. Finally I got into my car and drove over to her house. She could only say no. Wearing civilian gym shorts and t-shirt, I held my UPS board in front of me as a shield and rang the bell. It promised to...