Back at Betty’s apartment I clutched her bosom and confessed straight away. Instead of getting furious, the fake gym instructor lit a cigarette, gave me a sweet, understanding stare, and combed my bangs with her long fingernails, thinking of some cunning way out of the mess. Since we were the reigning champions of the Santa Monica club, now re-baptized Manna, we had the right to defend the title, so we could offer Marvelo...

When slim brunette Betty and buxom blonde Irina crushed me between their equally endowed chests, I felt extremely miserable. Carried by sheer enthusiasm after our unexpected victory in the Grand Finale, they pressed their two pairs of tits against my rib cage so hard my feet lifted off the ground. Betty’s were still plastered in Armando’s manhood, and Irina’s were so drenched in sweat that her light silk top turned see-th...

We met the owner of the sex shop and his exotic wife for a fish meal and a toast with Lambrusco at an expensive restaurant on the boulevard that stretched about ten kilometers along the coast from the busy city center to the deserted and unsettling port area. He is deeply impressed by our performance and promises long-term sponsorship. Betty wanted to alert Icarus and Iris to join us, but the backpackers had no phone. We...

The night before the qualifying tournament, I was woken up by a phone call at Betty’s place, where I had moved under the unbelievable excuse of a three-week Portuguese course in Algarve. Reality is indeed stranger than fiction, as my eccentric family found it plainly convincing that I was interested in the Portuguese language, and I hadn’t let them know about my application in advance. Betty tossed and turned, burying her...

By the end of the summer term, Luna had left Britton High for a two months Spanish course in Chile. She was excited to finally meet in person her longtime pen-pal Gabriel. I was depressed with the prospect of losing our hand-play sessions, and depression gave me enough bravery to visit the new mega sex-shop recently opened in the Docklands area.Might there be a female sumo section down there? The bouncer at the entrance g...

In pain, Luna let go of her boyfriend’s cock. She grabbed her wrist and flexed her numb fingers with a sick grimace. How could he stand it? She felt enormous relief when the blood flowed through the veins in her hand once again. Sitting on her heels, between his stretched out legs and bent over his pelvis she had been stroking as if her life depended on it, that gnarled prick. She had used every ounce of energy from her h...