August 1975 Josh took Lauren’s arm and helped her up over the crest of the dune. As they both paused to catch their breath, Lauren looked back down the steep slope to the bathers, now miniaturized by the distance, and the white, gentle billows of the lake as it hit the shore. The sound of the breaking waves was punctuated by the occasional sound of music from the loudspeakers that dotted the beach. Josh looked off into th...

We are satisfied, finally, our pussies warm and spent, cheeks and breasts flushed and pink from lovemaking. She is my best friend. As time brought us closer, she was increasingly entranced by my body; certainly I by hers: her olive skin, straight black hair, full, lovely breasts. We never really realized what we wanted to give each other. Until today, when we found ourselves nude, clothes on her bed; we kissed while her f...

“Don’t cum inside.” I feel her pussy slide, moist and tight, over my waiting cock. Beyond the curtains the music is pounding. Her black hair tickles my cheek as she embraces me, sighing into my ear when I am fully inside her. Her outfit is on the floor, my pants around my ankles. She grinds against me, moaning Russian words with every stroke. Our hips slap together until the crucial moment. I try to pull her off. “No. Go...