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Free stories for my dear readers — enjoy!
Whipped Cream Surprise -- first appeared at Ruthie's Club (which means you must be 18 or older to read the story)
By Cassie Exline
It’s Valentine’s
Day, and Sally has big plans for the evening. Eric has been working over sixty hours a week for months with no time for romance.
He’s scheduled to get off early tonight for a sizzling fuckfest. She’s been in bed waiting for an hour. Eric is
late.
When Sally hears the front door open, she smiles and throws off the blankets from her naked body. The cool air
hardens her nipples. She plumps them more by rubbing them between her thumb and forefinger. “Baby, I need some help.”
She places a red velvet ribbon around her blond hair.
Instead of his footsteps racing up the stairs, she hears him
rummaging in the kitchen. What a time to get a snack. “I’m upstairs!”
Sally grabs the can of whipped
cream and opens her legs wide. She sprays the white fluff over her freshly shaved mound and fills her slit. Eric has always
wanted her to shave her pussy bald. Maybe tonight.
She squirts a circle around her bellybutton and each of her nipples.
She dips a fingertip inside her cunt, wiggles it, and then sucks it clean. It feels so good, she dives in again. “Honey,
you better hurry or I’m not waiting.” She giggles and smacks her lips. “Finger-licking good.”
Finally,
she hears footsteps on the steps. On impulse, she turns so all Eric will see when he enters the room is her cream-filled cunt.
When
the steps stop by the doorway, Sally opens her legs wide and, to make it appear as if her cunt is talking, she wiggles her
pussy lips, and sings out, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” says
a familiar voice.
Sally sits up and gasps. “Mom!”
“My dear, I didn’t know you were a
ventriloquist.”
The End
Hand Stamped
By Cassie Exline
The moment I saw the big red envelope in the mail, I knew it was a Valentine’s card. I knew it was Tim’s
card. It was marked HAND-STAMP.
Valentine’s Day was long over. I grabbed my purse, slammed the front door shut and got into my car. I owed Tim
a huge apology. He claimed to have sent the card in plenty of time. We’d had a horrible fight.
I parked my car and ran to Tim’s place and blurted out, “I’m sorry, hon. The card finally arrived today.
Please forgive me.”
Tears blurred my vision. I tried to block out the horrendous names I’d called Tim. I knelt before him, wishing
he’d put his hands in my hair or pull me against his groin, but of course he didn’t. If only I could feel his
cock stir and twitch against my lips. If only I could tease the precum from his sweet little slit with my tongue. If only
his prick would fuck me and fill me and make me his again and again and again.
“Tim, please forgive me. The hand-stamp must have held up your card.”
He didn’t answer. An icy wind whipped my hair. My chest tightened. “I know I should have visited you sooner,”
I sobbed. I opened the card. Two tickets to Jamaica spilled out, just like he’d said.
“Oh, honey,” I wailed. “If only you hadn’t rushed to console me. If only you’d worn your
seatbelt.” I brushed the dead leaves from his headstone. “Damn, that post office.”
The End
Let's celebrate St. Patrick's Day in style -- how about a couple free sexy reads? Thought you'd like that. Enjoy last
year's St. Patrick's Day stories archived at Ruthie's Club and leave a comment:
Wearing of the Green
By Cassie Exline
“Come on, honey!”
Bert called for his wife, trying not to get angry. “We’re going to be late.”
“What do you think?”
He
turned to see Clarice dressed in a yellow button-up dress with white dots. “What in the hell!”
She blinked.
“Don’t I look good in this outfit?”
“We’re going to the pub for a St. Patrick’s
Day contest, and you’re wearing yellow. You do the math!”
“I have green on,” she said.
“A
shamrock pin is not wearing of the green.” He had to admit she was gorgeous. Her strawberry blond hair glistened, the
dress clung to every curve, and the heels accentuated her legs to perfection, but they were in a contest.
Clarice unfastened
each button and let the dress puddle at her feet. Bert gasped. She wore a half-cup emerald green bra that lifted and separated
each delicious mound. A triangular piece of green lace covered her bush, her curlies clearly on display.
“Oh,
baby.” He swooped her up and dropped her on the bed. In seconds, he was stripped and was between her legs with his cock
in hand ready to fuck. He moved the sliver of nothingness aside and rammed home. She was wet, warm, and ready. Her pussy swallowed
his johnson and hung on with a force that drove him wild. It took all of two minutes before he exploded. He rolled off and
they cuddled.
“You’re definitely wearing green.”
She caressed his jawline.
“After
five years, we just might win that cruise.” Then Bert frowned. “Wait a minute. The judges have to verify we’re
eligible to enter. Did you think they’d take my word for it that you were wearing hot looking green undies?”
“Nope.”
“Then
how?”
She grinned. “You do the math.”
***
Stroke of Luck
By
Cassie Exline
There she was, the woman I was going to marry in six months, on her hands and knees searching through
blades of grass and clover as if she were hunting for gold. “Wendy, can’t we at least walk around the lake?”
I asked.
“You can go, Derrick. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. I have to find a four-leaf clover.”
I
dropped to the ground to help her. When I glanced over, I was well rewarded. Wendy’s top had gapped open, giving me
a view of her lacy green bra. In fact, I could see the valley perfectly. The twin peaks shimmied and shook. I strained to
see those luscious breasts.
“Maybe this will help.” Wendy whipped off her top.
“Yeah.”
I focused on them. “Why is it so important to find a four-leaf clover?”
“So, my wish will come true.”
I
snorted. “Babe, that’s superstitious nonsense.”
“It’s worked before.”
“Oh.”
News to me. “When?”
Wendy looked up. Our eyes met. “When I met you.” If I hadn’t already
been in love with her, I would have fallen at that moment.
“I see.” I watched her breasts sway. “Honey,
what are you wishing for? We’re getting married soon.”
“Did I ever tell you how much I love spring?”
“Really?”
“It’s
a time of rebirth. Green and fertile things. New growth. New life.”
I’m dense at times but I knew what
her wish was. “Take off those panties.” I shoved down my bottoms. Her hot pussy swallowed my hard cock as those
bouncing beauties escaped their green lacy prison. The bra landed on my face. When I tossed it on the grass, I spotted a four-leaf
clover.
With a stroke of luck, I’ll make that second wish of hers come true.
End
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