Boardwalk Affairs (Susanna part two)

I have a new book out, which is the sequel to Susanna’s Affairs. It’s just as fun, filthy, and retro. It takes place down at the beach in a small boardwalk town, where Nicholas and Susanna get into a friendly competition over who can have the most (and best) liaisons. As always, things get a bit out of hand for the swinging couple as they struggle to communicate and connect throughout the extra-curricular activities.

You can find it on all the big retailers here. 

And here’s a bit from the book:

“Look, maybe we can start over?I know we’ve both had stressful weeks–months if we’re honest–and we each decompress in different ways. I love you Susanna, and I don’t like being this way. We’re here, and the house is lovely, the ocean is beautiful, and I have the most incredible wife in the world. Can we start over and let everything be alright?”

“I suppose,” Susanna said looking over at her husband with a sly grin. “Under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” Nicholas said, bracing for more complications.

“Only if you open another bottle of wine and tell me the truth about your visit to the beach.”

“It’s a deal,” he said with relief. “But only if you promise to tell me about your walk. We’re too close to keeping secrets again. And besides, you know how I love your stories.”

“Just remember it’s not a competition,” she said, standing up and embracing him. He hugged her back, and they pecked each other on the lips before he vanished into the house to fetch a new bottle of wine. Susanna sat back down again and let her hand fall between her legs. Luckily she had not gotten excited enough for it to show through her thin dress, but her heart was still beating quickly and she felt more alive than only an hour before. And if Nicholas was going to make an effort, then she supposed she could as well. After all, what was the point of being on vacation if not to let go?

“Well then,” he said, sitting back down with an open bottle of Pinot Noir. “Which one of us should go first? Should we toss a coin for it?”

“No, I’ll go because I was the one being a brat about it, and you know me better than I do myself. I’m sorry about all of it. I suppose I didn’t realize how much pressure I’ve been under. All that I’ve been able to think about these past weeks has been arriving here, and now that I’m here I’m just looking for something to make it feel real.”

“And did you find that on the boardwalk?” Nicholas asked with a grin. He moved his chair closer to hers, and reached out and took her hand. His smile was familiar and welcoming. With just one look Susanna knew she could tell him anything in the world and he would love her all the more for it.

“It was a start,” she said leaning in closer. “Mostly it was full of teenagers in skimpy swimwear and old timers out for their constitutionals.”


“Well, a rather handsome man did seem to find me somewhat quickly as soon as I sat down. He owns one of the restaurants in town, although come to think of it, I never did get its name. Anyway, he offered to take me for a short walk, and I have to say I did underestimate him at first. Once I told him I was married, I thought he might back off, at least to a respectable distance, but instead, it seemed to fuel him all the more.”

“I can hardly imagine. And where, pray tell, did he take you?” Nicholas did love hearing her stories, and while it was true that they had not had sex in more than two weeks, they always found themselves more amorous after discovering someone new. While he felt some jealousy, it also stirred in him a sudden and nearly uncontrollable desire for his wife.

“Would you believe he has a small cottage just a block from the beach?”

“Well, that does sound like he was direct!”

“It wasn’t all that, to be honest. We sat on his porch for a few moments, and I suppose I let him kiss me.”

“Just a kiss, my dear?” Nicholas asked.

“Well, since I was so stubborn and refused to admit that you might be correct, not all that much was on the table. Why is it you know me so well?”

“You can’t stop there!” Her husband exclaimed. Susanna had a tendency to toy with him and he found that his imagination was often far more extravagant than the troubles she usually got into.

“We kissed on his porch as I said, and he did manage to get a hand under my dress.”

Susanna got up and slid over to her husband’s lap before continuing her story.

“He was quite talented with his fingers,” she whispered as she touched his cheek. “He parted my thighs and kissed me right there on his porch where anyone could see us, and I nearly came. In less than a minute he had pulled himself from his trousers and placed my hand on his erection. It was difficult to focus, but I managed to toy with him through our kisses and his finger work.”

“There’s my girl,” Nicholas said, sliding his hand beneath her dress, up her thigh, and then against her warm sex. She wore nothing under the thin cotton and he parted her lips with a practiced familiarity.

“All the while he kept whispering in my ear about how he wanted me. He told me he would take me right there by the street, and he would make me scream until the neighbors complained. He said he wanted to fuck me a hundred times, and when I dropped to my knees, I suspect both of us were close to finishing.”

“And did he?” Nicholas asked, touching her with more and more force and attention. “Did you let him fuck you right there? Did you let him have his way with you?”

Read the First Chapter of Susanna: an erotic account of one woman’s indiscretions

From the Description:

Susanna and Nicholas have a delightfully open marriage in which they promise to keep no secrets. But after a brief tryst on the train back to New York, Susanna finds herself longing for someone she barely knows. While she confesses part of her affair, she leaves out the details that she quickly obsesses over. Back in the city, she and her husband return to their hedonistic lifestyle full of champagne, new lovers, and games of one-upmanship, but Susanna can’t get the man from the train out of her mind…

You can preview the first couple chapters below:


From Sharing the Wrong Girl: A Road Trip with my Best Friend’s Daughter

Sharing the Wrong Girl

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“Do you want to know my kink?” she finally asked.

“Obviously,” I said, stealing another glance of the pink cotton showing beneath her shorts. Her thighs were smooth and inviting, and I pictured a thousand things all at once. If she was going to tease, I was prepared to call her bluff.

“It’s pretty simple,” she said, her hand moving down to her thigh as she tugged on the hem of her shorts. “I just like to feel like a slut. It’s a cross between objectification and submission, I guess. It’s mostly about feeling wanted. Like really truly wanted in filthy ways by all the wrong people.”

“That doesn’t sound simple,” I said, trying to focus on my driving as I inwardly groaned. Of course, she had to get turned on by exactly the things I was trying to avoid.

“Well, it’s not like I’m into piss or knife play. I don’t want to wear a pony mask or get put in a cage with a dog bowl. I just like it when men want to fuck me and are really obvious about it. Like how you got when I told you I let that guy finger me.”

“You are fucking intense, Lisa, do you know that? There is no way in hell I would ever tell Brendan any of this, and please tell me the same is true for you. He’d fucking kill me.”

“We’re just talking,” she said, her hand still fumbling with her tiny shorts.

“That’s true,” I said, knowing how big a lie that really was. “We’re just talking. For now.”

“It’s not like we’re going to do anything, right?”

“Well, it’s good that we have that settled,” I said with a smirk.

“But I guess watching isn’t really a crime, though, is it?” She asked, my eyes following hers as they looked down at her lap. “I mean, what happens in the car isn’t important. And besides, it’s not my fault if you happen to look.”

And then, as I looked at the road with one eye, and the girl with the other, she did just what Molly would have done. Never looking up, she pulled the thin fabric to one side, her legs opening wider until I could see her perfectly smooth cunt just two feet away from me.

“This is where he touched me,” she whispered. “He had his fingers all over and inside me, and I got so wet. Almost as wet as I am now.”

She reached down with her other hand and gently touched the lips of her pussy as I tried not to crash the car. When I finally stole another glance at her, she pushed one finger inside herself before pulling it out–slick with her excitement–and licking it clean.

(This is an excerpt from Sharing the Wrong Girl, a rewrite of Driving Lisa after Amazon banned it. If you purchased Driving Lisa and would like a free copy of the new version, just drop me a note and I’ll send you links to download it.)

The Queen’s Gentleman!

And it’s live! My newest, and possibly most ridiculous, dirty book is live on Amazon and you can get it for just $2.99.  If enough people like it, then I’m going to turn it into a series, and if they don’t, then I’ll become a house painter.

Just click on the image to go over to the amazon page.


The Dirtiest Book in the World

tumblr_nbbyvxbwbg1te0sexo1_1280Occasionally readers still send me pictures of themselves reading Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. It had been a while since I read it myself, and  so I recently looked through the novel again to find myself somewhat surprised by how incredibly filthy, dirty, and downright messy the book is.

I’m not sure what makes something dirtier than anything else (although I love the well-worn cover in this photo) but I do know that I packed more sex into this book than in any other, and I suspect you’d be hard pressed to find a dirtier full-length book out there. I’m not saying it’s for sure the dirtiest book in the world, but I would bet that it’s up there.

Here’s one of my favorite filthy bits from the first time Brent and Kelly fuck in front of the narrator:

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?” She was so quiet I almost didn’t hear her, and all I could do was nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her once, but I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then I finally looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her stretched around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving so slowly as she pushed down. Inch by inch he opened her, stretched her, and filled her, as she bit her lip and began to moan his name. I lifted her leg higher, hearing her scream, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too, as he struggled not to move, letting her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before finally he filled her all the way, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but they held still for an eternity, him buried inside her. His cock inside my Babygirl. It was hard enough to watch, but the listening was something else completely. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from him entering her. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already sucked his cock, so say it.”

It took a moment for it to register on her face, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. It was quiet at first, but it grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck me hard. Do it, please, I need it.”

And then he began to move, as I lay there jerking off while I watched. At first, he slid in and out of her, once pulling all the way out until she begged him to put it back in, but then they fucked. There’s no other way to describe it, and I was in heaven. He slammed into her cunt, and she pushed against him. He thrust into her, and the screaming and moaning must have woken the neighborhood.

“You are so tight,” he screamed as he fucked my little girlfriend, and I was amazed. Not at their bodies, and not even at the size of his cock. I was in awe at how easily they moved, how loudly they begged, and how sweetly they fucked. When I kissed her mouth, Kelly smiled at me, and I was back to being myself, the jealousy completely overtaken by my want. I moved up on the bed, pulling a pillow behind my back, and I took her by the hair and forced her eyes to look up at me.

Brent rolled her over onto her knees, her whimper only lasting the few seconds he wasn’t inside her, and then he fucked her again. I lowered her mouth to my cock and she swallowed me without a moment’s wait. She grabbed me, sucked me into her mouth, and pushed back onto him.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. And then she was back around me, deepthroating me, and gagging each time he pushed her onto me. The world was a blur.

“Do you like getting fucked?” I asked, even though I knew she couldn’t answer. “Do you like having his big cock inside you? Do you like fucking Daddy’s friend?”

She started to come again, all of us having already lost count, and her body shook with screams of joy and release. She shook, her hands still on me even as she bucked her hips against him. I could see her orgasm move through her, and the expression on her face went from complete adoration to unfettered lust. She was prettier than I had ever seen her before.

“Guys, I’m gonna come soon,” Brent said. He looked at me for the first time and shrugged his shoulders like we were just having a chat. I thought for a moment, then pulled her forward and threw her down on her back. I knelt above her and jerked off as she opened her legs wide.

“Keep fucking me,” she moaned, and he was back inside her without a word. I watched them fuck, my eyes moving from her face to her pussy, and when I reached down and rubbed her clit she screamed my name. He started to shake and looked at me once more, as if asking me the question that I knew was on all our minds.

“Come on her,” I said. “Come on her stomach.”

He pulled out a second later, and somehow, maybe because we had been friends forever, we started to come at the same time – him between her legs, leaning forward – and me onto her lips, her chin, and her neck. Our fists were blurs as we pumped and jerked, and all three of us were making noises that were new. I watched his come land on her stomach, and even then I had an ounce of regret. It was beautiful and sexy, but no matter what the danger, there was a part of me that had longed to see him come inside her.

I pushed the thought away as I watched her open her lips around me, licking the come off my cock as her own body continued to spasm on the bed. She held me in her hand, even as she rubbed his come into her skin with the other, and by the time I kissed her mouth I was in love all over again. The mess on her body was perfect, and even her red and swollen pussy was a piece of art. Everything about the scene was a dream, and I never wanted to wake up…

(You can find the full book on Amazon in both print and e-book formats.)


Susanna’s Affairs is out!

My newest novella is out and it’s a dirty ride. I think I said before that it started as an homage to Emmanuelle and it still has some of that feel. It takes place in New York in the 1960’s, and it’s decadent, lush, and redefines the meaning of tension.

Susanna returns to the city after spending much of the summer in the country. After a quick encounter on the train home, however, Susanna finds herself unsatisfied yet completely intrigued. As she settles in once more to home life, she helps her husband seduce a new friend and quickly takes the young woman under her wing. But even amidst all her games and liaisons, she is still searching for her “man in the gray suit.”

But what will happen if she finds him?

The book includes group sex, seduction, edging, true love, bisexual men and women, an eighteen-year-old ingenue, unprotected sex, and probably a bunch of other dirty things I can’t list. What I mean to say is, it’s a very fun and very dirty book with some smart insights thrown in for good measure.

Here’s a snippet from the book that’s especially fun:

“Come here my dear,” she said in her most demanding tone. The girl sighed and finally got up. She had quickly become used to doing as Susanna asked, although it was still sometimes a struggle that played out between them, much to the delight of her husband and Jack. She took her shoulders in her hands and stood the girl directly in front of the startled man who could do nothing but look at her with a clear expression of both terror and lust on his face.

“My young friend here is quickly learning the pleasures of love and also the love of pleasure, isn’t that right, Kitten? Now if you’d like to help me with her education, I’m sure we might find a way to thank you for carrying this letter down in such nasty hot weather.”

“That’s not necessary,” he said, as Teresa squirmed in her hands, not actually protesting, but clearly beginning to pout.

“But of course it is,” she said, pushing the girl even closer to him. “And besides, think of it as doing me a favor. I’ve become worried that our little friend here is closing herself off to new experiences, and hoarding her charms in the grip of just one man, which as we all know isn’t healthy for anyone. Now hold still.”

And with that, she removed the last vestige of the girl’s modesty, leaving her perfectly naked in front of the messenger, who was clearly and visibly impressed. Without another word, Susanna pushed the girl to her knees, before gently combing her hair with her fingers.

“Now there’s a good girl,” she said, even as her friend whined just a bit. “You know what to do.”

Teresa, to her credit, reached up her hands and opened the man’s trousers, to find him already quite hard and ready. She played with him in her hands for just a moment, pulling the skin back and forth, exposing his thick head, before she opened her pink lips around him and took him into her mouth. She had practiced considerably with Jack, but taking the entire thing into her throat was still something of a challenge. But Susanna was impressed with the girl’s effort all the same, and the messenger was immensely pleased by what was happening.

After three or four minutes of watching the girl take him into her mouth, it became clear that Teresa was doing everything she could to bring about his release. She must have assumed that if she finished him there, she might be spared other indiscretions and therefore remain somewhat faithful to her new lover. Since that was the exact opposite of what Susanna wanted, she immediately pulled the gasping girl up to her feet and brought her to the couch where she pushed her to her back and opened her legs.

“I think you’ll find this a better fit,” she said to the man, who was eagerly kneeling and nodding his agreement. Susanna reached out and stroked him herself, eventually leaning in so she might taste him for a moment, before she rubbed him against the open sex of her blonde friend. There is always a beautiful thrill in taking a new man within you, but the thrill of helping two others accomplish the same task, was one that Susanna was quickly finding herself attached to. She had so far only watched her husband and Jack take the girl, and this third man, a perfect stranger, was somehow more delicious just for that fact alone.

Teresa squirmed once more, but finally allowed her friend to guide the messenger inside her, her body easily accepting him. She was more wet than she would have liked to admit, and while he was by no means small, he slid inside her with one thrust and held himself there against her, trying to catch his breath. He finally leaned in further, and began to kiss the girl on the mouth as he moved faster and faster, his goal clear and quickly approaching. Teresa moaned through their kisses, especially when Susanna worked her hand between them, rubbing her clitoris as the man fucked her, until both participants were close to finishing, in spite of someone’s initial resistance…

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Driving Lisa: My First Audiobook!

Hi friends! I have some exciting and fun dirty news to share.
My novella, Driving Lisa is now an audiobook, narrated by the talented and sexy Bryce Chadwell! It’s our first book out together, but if it goes over well we might be tempted to do some...


Hi friends! I have some exciting and fun dirty news to share.

My novella, Driving Lisa is now an audiobook, narrated by the talented and sexy Bryce Chadwell! It’s our first book out together, but if it goes over well we might be tempted to do some more.

And unlike the days of yore where you had to buy a giant box of CD’s this is a digital download that comes in at $3.47.

You can read more about the book on Amazon here, but if you like listening to dirty things, you like my writing, and you want to feel like a huge pervert at the gym, on the train, or just driving across country with your step-daughter, then give it a listen.

Here’s the link to Driving Lisa! Thanks again for all your love and support.

-Guy New York

(as a note, I have a couple of free downloads if you’re interested in a review copy. Just drop me a note and I’ll see what I can do.)


New Erotica! Driving Lisa


Yesterday I published a new book called Driving Lisa! It’s a classic tale of a step-father driving his new step-daughter to college, discovering they share a bunch of kinks, pushing boundaries, falling in love, and fucking their brains out. You get the idea.

You can find it on Amazon here, but here’s a little snippet from the book to get you going this morning:

“So?” I asked, looking back at her with a grin. “What are you going to tell me?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Lisa said, turning to face me more fully. “Just that I was being honest. I didn’t make out with the kid last night. Just his dad.”

“Now you’re fucking with me,” I said, my dreams coming back in a flash. I had pictured her with the damn kid and his bad hair, but this was a different thing. Suddenly Lisa was naked next to a grown man and it was a whole new ball game. If I didn’t focus on the road I was going to have to explain the bulge in my pants. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“It wasn’t anything serious. He walked me back to the room so he could get the robe back without making me walk half naked through the hallways late at night. And then he just kissed me outside the door.”

“You’re serious,” I said. “How old was the guy?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a grin. “Probably your age. Maybe a little younger, it was hard to tell with his hands all over me.”

“I thought it was just a kiss.”

“Do you really want to know? I realize we don’t know each other all that well, but I can be kind of blunt. And I don’t want to upset you.”

“You’re not going to upset me,” I said, wondering if I should have stopped it there. I probably should have pretended it would bother me, but of course that’s not what I did. Instead I kept putting my foot in my mouth, my curiosity as strong as everything else.

“We kissed for a little bit, but when I went to give him the robe back, he just stared at me. It was kind of amazing actually. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone oggle me as blatantly as that guy did. I thought he was going to leave, or maybe pass out, but instead he kissed me again, this time with his hands all over me. I was so worried we were going to wake you up.”

“That’s intense, Lisa,” I said. “Were you okay? I mean, did he do anything you didn’t want him to do?”

“Not really. I mean, I was a little surprised when he slid his hand inside my bikini bottoms, but it wasn’t bad.”

“Oh god,” I said, before I could stop myself. When I turned to look at her, she was cross legged on the seat, and her tiny shorts didn’t do much to cover her.

“Did I say something?” she said, her voice raised in mock concern. “I mean, all I meant was that I didn’t expect him to finger me right there in the hallway, but it still felt good. He knew what he was doing, and even though it only lasted a minute or two, I was so worked up I couldn’t stand it. I had to make myself come in the shower before I could sleep. God, it was hot. I can’t believe I just told you that.”

“That was more than I expected,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on the road as I pictured the older man pushing her against the door with his fingers inside her bathing suit. And then I realized that I had listened to her in the shower when she thought I was sleeping. She had made herself come just eight feet away from me, and I couldn’t get it out of my head…

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Private Tours: New Erotica!

private-tours-nyc-coverI just published a new book called Private Tours: NYC. It’s about a tour guide who brings his charge on a private tour of the city, stopping to get frisky in famous locations. It started out somewhat silly, and turned intense, hot, and I think rather beautiful as I worked on it.

Jennifer is a lovely woman going through a tough breakup when she hires Javier to show her a good time. She’s written out her fantasies in advance, so he knows exactly what she’s looking for and how to provide it, including a gloriously hot threesome in the middle.

The book it on Amazon here! Private Tours: NYC

Here’s an excerpt:

Atop the Empire State Building, Javier kissed the back of her neck, his one hand sliding down to a thigh before rising once more beneath her dress. She arched her back, turning her head, and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t grope her or manhandle her, instead he gently teased, his fingers toying with the elastic of her underwear as much as her skin. Her breath left her body in a long slow sigh, and she settled into the feeling of a warm hard body behind her. He felt strong and he felt good. Most importantly, high up in the sky, with the city stretched out below her, she felt ready.

“Would you fuck me right here?” she suddenly asked, feeling her cheeks flush.

“It would be challenging,” he said, looking left and then right. There were people all around them, their I Love New York t-shirts bright and dirty at the same time. “But that’s not a no.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked, pushing harder into him as she pictured it in her mind. She imagined him lifting her dress, pulling his cock from his trousers and simply sliding inside her as the tourists watched in shock. It was laughable, but also so hot she almost told him to do it. Just as the images were the strongest, his fingers slipped inside her panties once more to find her soft and wet. He circled her clit as he kissed the back of her neck, his lips almost hot against her skin.

“I would fuck you here and then again in the elevator. In the cab, in the park, at dinner, I don’t care who might see us. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. Just touching you is almost enough to make me come.”

“You better not,” she teased, as his fingers continued working their magic between her legs. “At least not until you take me. Not until I get to feel you inside me first. Fuck, this is driving me crazy.”

She stepped away for a moment, turning to face him instead. He smiled and looked down as if to say he couldn’t be blamed for wanting her. As if to say it wasn’t his fault she was so beautiful. Jenny leaned back against the railing, looking at the other visitors more than the sites, and then she was done. As much as the loved the teasing, it was time for more. It was time for something she hadn’t had in far too long.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, stepping close to him. “I need you inside me, and there are too many people here. Let’s go somewhere slightly less crowded. Or at least somewhere no one will care.”

“I think I can arrange that,” he said, walking her back to the elevator. He waved a card over the panel next to the door, and it opened once more, letting them into their own private room. As soon as the door closed, she was on him, kissing his lips before quickly falling to her knees.

Bisexual Erotica: Caught in the Act!

Caught in the Act, Bisexual EroticaI haven’t written a lot of bi stories recently, so this was a fun return for me. This short story is pretty over the top and super hot. At least I think so, and if you like bisexual erotica, then hopefully you’ll like it too! Basically the narrator catches his girlfriend’s 18 year-old daughter making out her boyfriend and blackmails them both into sleeping with him. It’s an age old story, I know, but the things he does to that boy…

Here’s a short bit from it:

“Why don’t you both lie down first,” I said, making myself comfortable. “Just next to each other right there.”

They did as they were told, stretching out on the bed on their backs. His cock was limp, but even still it was impressive. Her pretty cunt was just a few feet away from me, and I had to stop myself from licking my lips.

“Why don’t you kiss each other for a while. Oh, and Jared, I want to watch you finger her.”

To his credit he didn’t pause. They rolled over on their sides, pulled each other close, and started to kiss while I watched. He parted her legs with one hand, and within seconds he had two fingers inside her as she moaned into their kiss. His cock twitched to life instantly, and I could smell her from where I was. She slid a leg up over him, giving me a perfect view of his fingers sliding in and out of her, and I couldn’t look away.

“Have you really never fucked her?” I asked him, as I got up and walked around the bed. I sat down right behind her, reaching down to touch her hair.

“No,” he said, leaning back and looking up at me. His hand didn’t stop moving, and Jenny was moaning quietly into the pillow.

“Well, I think we should change that, don’t you? It would be such a shame to waste that cock, wouldn’t it? And besides, I think I want to watch her get fucked.” I had thought about watching her for too long, and there was no way I could wait much longer. His cock was hard and thick, and I longed to see it replace his fingers inside her.

“Please don’t make us,” Jenny sobbed, rolling over and looking up at me. Her eyes were red, but this time she made no effort at all to cover herself. Without thought I reached down and brushed her lips and chin. Her skin was soft and warm, and I ran my hand down her neck and over her breasts before pausing on her stomach. She looked just like I imagined her mother did at eighteen and it was mesmerizing. Jenny didn’t turn away as I touched her, and I leaned in even closer as I started to move again. I touched the light hair above her cunt, running my fingers through it, before sliding my hand down to one thigh. With my other hand in her hair, I suddenly had her exactly how I wanted her. I closed both hands, pulled her head back and her thighs open, and suddenly her cunt was completely exposed.

“Fuck her now, Jared!” I demanded. “I want to see you fuck this little slut, and I want to see you fuck her hard…”

You can read the whole dirty thing on Amazon!