Southern california Stories

Makennah took a sharp breath and sized up Jane’s appearance before replying. Jane herself looked like she’d just gotten done with a shower after sex, especially as she too, appeared to be a guest of The Sleepy Inn. “Who am I doing?” Makennah finally said, looking Jane up and down. “Who are you doing?” Jane looked to the side and cleared her throat. “Alright, looks like we have a standoff, then,” Jane said. “That’s right,”...

Maria excused herself from the kitchen as if to go to the bathroom, as Makennah pored over the major league baseball box scores in that day's Springfield Sentinel. In the bathroom, Maria found Allen, gathering up his clothes, his naked pink/tanned ass sticking up as he rooted along the floor for his flip-flops. “Allen!” Maria said as emphatically but as quietly as she could. “You have to leave, now!” “What the fuck!” Alle...

Maria pulled her hair away from her shoulder blades as Allen soaped up her back with the shower kooshie. He scrubbed all along Maria’s back and her ticklish sides, to the top of her ass, as she sighed and giggled at his light touches. “Gonna get you squeaky clean, baby girl,” Allen murmured. As he bent over to scrub Maria down, his left thigh hit something. He turned around and saw an enormous suction cup dildo protruding...

San Diego State College had started its fall semester. I was living in a boarding house not too far from the campus. The house was an old, victorian style home that had been a farmhouse at one time, around the turn of the century. Now it was owned by a lady named Mrs. Longtree. Her family had owned the place since she was a child. She was the only living descendant. She was in her late forties.     Mrs. Longtree never too...