Trip Back to College

Theresa was back in her college town visiting with some friends at a local bar. It was getting a little late. As her friends were getting ready to leave, she decided that she wasn’t ready to call it a night. Little did she know how THAT decision would change her night!

Theresa was a little thing, standing just 5 feet tall, weighing about 100 pounds. She had a gorgeous body matched with blonde hair and blue eyes. She thought she looked better now, 15 years out of college, than she did when she was taking classes – and her friends said the same thing!

As she sat at the bar people watching, she noticed a group of college “kids” walk in laughing and joking around. They came up to the bar next to where she was sitting, and she was reminded of the fun times she had while she attended school. There were 4 guys and 1 girl in the group. Since there was only one seat available, the girl sat next to Theresa, as the guys stood around. The girl seemed to be the ringleader of the group.

They quickly finished a round of drinks, and ordered another. Theresa noticed that the group got into a quick huddle then dispersed, leaving the two girls sitting next to each other.

“Hi, sexy. My name’s Hannah, what’s yours?”

“Theresa. Very nice to meet you.”

” I noticed you sitting here when we first walked in. Are you waiting for someone?” Hannah asked.

“No. I met some friends up here earlier, and decided that I didn’t want to go yet.”

“Good idea!” Hannah replied with a wink, as she put her hand on Theresa’s thigh and gave a little squeeze.

They chatted for a while getting to know each other a little better. Hannah was a very striking redhead with long curly hair, and a body that just wouldn’t quit. She attributed that to her gymnastic career, which was cut short due to a knee injury. She couldn’t compete anymore, but she still practiced to keep her agility and flexibility.

They had downed 3 shots of Jagermeister in about 5 minutes. Theresa had already had a few drinks in her before hand. By this point, she was feeling really good. The guys had returned after a while telling Hannah they were ready to head to the party. As she got up from her seat, she turned to Theresa.

“Why don’t you come to the party with us?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea. Me going to a party with you kids,” she said laughing.

“Are you kidding me? You’re hot! No one would think twice if you were a couple years older than we were,” one of the guys said.

That caught Theresa by surprise, but she was very flattered and agreed to go with them. What the heck, she thought to herself. She was heading home the next day anyhow. And she wanted to have some fun that night. Little did she know what was going to come next.

She hopped into one of the cars with Hannah. They both rode in the back seat together. As they started driving, the shots finally hit the two girls, and they started laughing uncontrollably and anything. Hannah took the opportunity to start rubbing Theresa’s thigh again. Probably as a reflex, Theresa started to return the favor, following her lead. They were both in mini skirts, so there was plenty of leg for each of them to explore.
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Waiter Gets Lucky

It was a dark and stormy afternoon in the old city of Atlanta. Many of the local bars were starting to fill up with the usual after hours power drinkers. The smell of dust and rain mixed in the air.

“Damn, it looks like it’s going to rain again” said Allison with a grin on her face that could only be described as pure blissful sarcasm. “I love it when it rains” said Erika ” it always makes me so horny”.

The 2nd pitcher of margaritas arrived, strawberry with crushed ice, and the ladies poured a fresh glass. Their waiter, Lance, a young, hard-bodied college student had caught Erika’s attention as he served the pitcher, and she purposely made it a point to lean on the table and show a little extra cleavage to the young stud.

“Would you ladies like to put that one on your tab?” asked Lance in a nervous voice as he surrendered to the sweet smell of perfume. “Yes please, and can we see a menu? I am really horny…..I mean hungry” said Allison. The look in her eyes was a cross between youthful embarrassment and drunken enjoyment. “I think I have just the thing for you” replied Lance, as he turned and headed for the kitchen. A moment later a warm plate of BBQ buffalo wings appeared, compliments of the house of course. Lance wanted to see how well the ladies used their fingers, lips, and tongues on such a tasty dish. The two women dove hungrily at the wings, and proceeded to eat with reckless abandon as Lance watched from the corner in amazement. “These women are amazing” he muttered to himself as they polished off the wings, making sure to glance at Lance in seductive ways.

A stir in his shorts caused him to move to the kitchen, knowing that many times before a beautiful woman had caused him to have to excuse himself to the bathroom to relieve his lust. This time though, he stayed in the kitchen, and returned to his regular duties. Another pitcher later the rain began to fall, as it falls in Atlanta in gallons by the second. The margaritas and the rain made the women insatiably horny, and they devised a scheme to have a little fun with their waiter. Erika made her way to the manager’s office, and explained that her car was dead and that she and Allison needed a ride to Allison’s place to get her car. It was only a short drive, and if they could borrow Lance for 15 minutes they would pay double the price of the bill. The manager refused the payment, but quickly volunteered Lance’s services. “Lance, these ladies need a ride back to their place. They’ve had a couple too many to drink, and their car is dead, so give them a lift. Be back as quick as you can. We can cover for you for a little while” said Rick the manager all the while knowing sex was brewing in their minds.
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My Roommate

My roommate Jessica was beginning to be a bit of a drag. Slightly frumpy and conservative, she had a problem with me bringing boyfriends home on a regular basis. She constantly left me notes requesting that if I wanted to have “absurdly loud intercourse on a bi-nightly basis” (as she put it), I should have it at my partners’ houses and not at our apartment. I began to do just that, simply to avoid listening to her complaints.

One day, my boyfriend Charlie and I were discussing having a threesome with another woman. We were both sexually adventurous, and I thoroughly enjoyed being with beautiful women. We decided the easiest and most discreet way to meet a woman was through the internet, so together, we began to cruise the online hookup sites.

You can imagine my shock when I came across the personal ad for “Jessi”, who was looking for a “clean yet dirrrty couple to share wild nights”. The woman in the picture was dolled up and dressed in black lace, but it was, without a doubt, my roommate Jessica. The ad also claimed that it would be her first time having a threesome.

Somewhat out of spite, somewhat out of curiousity, I replied to her ad, giving her a fake name, and sending a picture of another couple that we found on the same website. We set up a date for Friday night at (gasp!) MY apartment. I wondered how she was going to explain it to me!

On Friday morning as I was getting ready for work, she told me that her parents were coming over for dinner that night. It was a clever move, she obviously remembered how boring I thought her family was, having met them a few other times when she’d had them over for dinner. I told her I was sorry I couldn’t make it, but that Charlie and I had tickets for a new play that opened this weekend. She left for work, wearing a frumpy beige outfit and ugly beige flats. Her hair was limp, she looked much older than she really was.

That night, Charlie and I got ready for our “hot date”. I wasn’t sure what I was even going to do yet, whether I would attempt to go through with it even if I had the option, or whether I would just show up and laugh in her face, but despite my indecision, when the time rolled around, we headed over.

I knocked on the door to my apartment, and when it opened, I was absolutely in shock. My typically frumpy roommate looked a hundred times better than she had in the picture in her online ad, and a thousand times better than I’d ever seen her. She was wearing a simple long black satin nightgown and her hair was up. She looked elegant, beautiful and EXTREMELY sexy. She also, of course, looked shocked and humiliated to see me.
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Cherry Popping Co Worker

As a virgin at the age of 23 I had a lot of sexual imagination, and a lot of time to enact the things I imagined while I was masturbating. Now you can only do so much, but I found that by not holding back, I could always make masturbation a very rewarding experience.

One of my favorite subjects of fantasy was a woman from work. Her name was Laura. She’s about 5’9″ tall, medium but heavy looking breasts, somewhat wide hips from childbearing, a beautiful face, and neck length black hair. But the thing I really found appealing about her was that she was an older woman at age 42, and she had a very sexual foxy aura. In fact I had noticed her looking at me more and more on the sparse occasions I was around her.

So things began to heat up one day when I had to help her out at work. We had a small project that we had to collaborate on. On the third day she took me out to lunch and started asking a lot of personal questions, and by the time we were finishing eating she had questioned me on having a girlfriend, have I been intimate, and a few other things. I knew at this point I was at a crossroads with her. I could either say that I wasn’t comfortable talking about this, or I could dive in and ride this out to see what happened.

I decided to dive in. By the end of the day she had asked me to join her at her house the coming weekend on Friday night. Man was I nervous. All I could think about at work the next 2 day was what was going to happen. I ended up getting in a bit of trouble with my boss. By the time Friday arrived I was a nervous wreck. I also had a heck of a time not masturbating as Laura had told me to do.

Friday evening came and I arrived at Laura’s house. She answered the door in jeans and a tight white tee shirt. I had never really found her breasts to be great, but this shirt really made look good. She picked up on me seeing that and grinned.

After a great dinner we headed for her bedroom and I found myself dumb with nervousness. Laura coaxed me to relax and started to strip in front of me. Regardless of her older body and wide hips, she looked wonderful. I loved her heavy breasts, and she had some of the sweetest legs I can remember. She helped me undress and we lay next to each other on her bed, petting, kissing, and groping.
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Shoe Salesman

I knew I was in trouble. I should have been home six hours ago. It was already 11:00, and I knew Patrick would be worried. I started to think of a good excuse, a story I could tell him that he would believe. Car trouble came to mind, but he’d ask why I hadn’t called him on the car phone. I looked in my purse. Damn! He’d paged me three times. I didn’t have my beeper with me most of the evening. I left it in the car. Now what could I tell my husband. He was a very understanding man, but there are limits to anyone’s patience. And I knew I was pushing his. It really wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t home yet. I recalled the events of the evening, the events which lead up to my being twenty miles from home, driving in the middle of the night, and in deep trouble with my husband.

I had been shopping for a new dress. Patrick was going to take me to an important dinner Saturday, and he told me to buy a nice outfit, conservative, yet sexy. That’s the way he is. He wants me to be nice and cool, yet bad and hot. I don’t mind, but he usually wants it at the same time. I couldn’t decide which dress to buy. I’d narrowed the field down to three, one was very nice, you know the type, almost a Sunday-go-to- meeting frock. The second was a bit more flashy and I knew Patrick would like it, but I wasn’t crazy about it myself. It was red, cut low in the back, but I felt it was a tad too long for my tastes.

Now, the third dress, was my favorite. It was black, (always a good color to bring out my auburn red hair) and was cut tight across the waist, accenting my 38DD bust and literally hugging my hips. It wrapped around me and fastened with a single button on the side. As I walked in it, my legs were flashed, first one and then the other. It was a traffic stopper, and I really liked the way it felt! But I could never wear it to a dinner where my husband was the guest speaker. It was more of a “fuck me-fuck me,” type dress. I knew Patrick would like it, but it didn’t fill the bill I was looking for.

After spending almost two hours trying to make up my mind, I figured, what the hell, and took all three. Of course, I had to have some new accessories, and that meant shoes and purses to match. That’s were the trouble started. To begin with, I ran my hose. Not a little run, either. No, this was the mother of all runs. My panty hose were ruined! This wasn’t a real problem, because I figured I’d just pick up a couple pair of shoes, leave the mall and head home. I took off the ruined pair of hose in the dressing room where I was trying on the three dresses, (remember them?) and left them in the trash. Wouldn’t you know it, of all the days not to have panties on, this would be it!
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Not So Boring Business Trip

Another boring business trip. John was unpacking his bag in his hotel in Munich. This trip had been organized at the last minute to meet with a new prospective client that he knew he had little chance with. But the company had sent him anyway. Still, he had never been to Munich before so it was an opportunity to explore a new city, and one with quite a reputation.

It wasn’t long before John was sitting in a taxi asking the driver to take him somewhere exciting.

“You mean girls,” asked the driver. “We have several clubs in Munich.”

And with that he was off to the nearest club. Arriving there, John quickly discovered that it would be a $300 charge. This was not outside his budget but given that it was already late and he had an early start, he did not want to blow his cash until tomorrow when he would have more time to savor his $300. So John asked the driver to take him to a bar where he could just get a drink and enjoy the local ambience.

When John stepped out of the cab, he looked up and down the brightly lit street full of bars and set about deciding which one he would go in. He noticed an adult shop. It had been a while since he last visited one and John decided to go inside and look around. The shop was quite busy inside – mostly men browsing the various magazines and videos lined up against the side walls, but there were also a few women, with their boyfriend or husband, checking out the vibrators. John noticed one particular dark haired beauty floating around the shop with an older man accompanying her. They giggled at the various displays and moved quickly from one section to another, her knee high black dress swaying from her hips as she sashayed from one display to another. John started browsing the videos with the most explicit covers, mostly big cocks and gaping pussies.

“So do you like that then?” asked a voice behind him.

It was the dark haired beauty who moved to stand beside him. John looked at her briefly, but blushing, he turned back to the video display.
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Bachelor Party Surprise

My Name is Derek and my wife is Kristy. We have been married for eight years and are both in our early thirties. We had just opened a Party Store where we sell party supplies and put on parties for various groups of people. We have catered parties for local dignitaries, weddings, fundraisers and even the occasional bachelor or bachelorette parties.

The business had been very successful so far. We were trying to build a solid reputation as a place you can count on for a great party. We are usually pretty busy and Kristy and I do most of the work. We have to hire temps occasionally to help out when the party is too large for just the two of us to handle.

When it comes to the bachelor or bachelorette parties we usually hire strippers, as it seems all of these parties want this type of entertainment. We also work with various local bands to work the parties.

I usually work the bachelor parties with a temp helper because Kristy feels uncomfortable around them and she usually works the bachelorette parties with a temp for the same reason. It seems that usually the guys or gals which ever it may be have a better time if someone’s husband or wife is not around.

We had a call from a local politician whose son was getting married and he wanted to pay for the bachelor party. The usual request for liquor, food and strippers was on the list. There was going to be about eight guys at the party and it was going to be in a ritzy local hotel in one of the suites.

The party was in three days, which was very short notice to get things put together. We charge more for a short-term notice party, which is nice for the bank account but makes it a mad dash to put all of it together.

Kristy got on getting the food together and I jumped on getting the temp help lined up and the dancers for the party.

Everything was set for the party and it was none too soon as the party was tomorrow night at 7pm.

The day of the party Kristy and I were loading the van with the food and decorations when my cell phone rang. It was my temp help for the evening and he had an emergency and could not make it. There was no time to set up more help, as we had to be at the hotel in one hour to begin getting ready.
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Hung Yearnings

I’m writing this story for reasons only important to myself. Tomorrow I will be forty years old. My story, however, begins nine years ago when I was thirty one..

My name is Jessica. I’ve been happily married for nine years to a wonderful caring man I met in college. We have two lovely children, a boy six and a daughter eight. My 31st birthday was yesterday and, as usual, my husband treated me to a night of dinner and dancing. He so enjoys doing for me that my pleasures are equaled only by the delight he derives from making me happy.

We want for nothing really, nothing material that is. That’s not to say we’re filthy rich, we don’t have yachts and jets, but we live extremely comfortable in a clean, safe upscale neighborhood.

When I was a child my mother religiously made an entry in her daily diary. She always told me her personal history was important to her. She found real satisfaction in reading and recalling her past, especially her spirited youth, lovers won and lost and the blessings brought by the love of having children.

I guess I’m my mother’s daughter because I’ve been keeping a diary since I was ten years old. This is really where my story begins, with my diary.

Occasionally I enter thoughts that some people probably would think are best left unsaid. My husband knew I valued my privacy and, as far as I knew, had never violated that trust by reading my innermost thoughts.

To this day I don’t know if I left the diary out in the open consciously are I simply forgot to put it away. Maybe, I don’t know…maybe in my subconscious I wanted him to read it.

Anyway, his natural curiosity bettered him. He only read my most recent entry but it was enough to hurt him deeply. It took him several weeks before he admitted it too me but it disturbed him so much he had to talk about it.
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Amy Gets a Bar Bang

Amy and Steve had known each other since their childhood. They had grown up together, attending the same high school and eventually the same college. Everyone expected them to marry at some stage and despite warnings that they were still too young, they had decided to take the plunge in their final year at college. They made an attractive couple. Everyone said so. Amy was strikingly pretty, her long blonde hair framed a beautiful, oval shaped face and tumbled in curls down her back. She stood only 5’6″ in her stockings, but her well proportioned legs had the feel and texture of fine alabaster. Her breasts were small but perky and complimented her flat stomach perfectly. Steve stood over 6ft and had short black hair. His face was rugged with a masculine jawline. His body told the story of an athlete in the prime of life.

They were both in their last month of college, and deeply immersed in final exams. This week had been a particularly difficult one, and as Friday came to a close, they were both exhausted and happy that the week was over. They met in the college refectory after their last class and began to plan their weekend off. They had decided to start that night. It was time to kick back, relax and maybe get a little drunk!

They had decided on Oscars, a small music bar on the outskirts of town. The clientele there was not of the highest calibre, but the music was good and the beer cheap and so, after a home cooked dinner, they set out for the bar. They could hear the music as they alighted the bus and as they entered through an old iron door, they were met by a fog of cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. Inside the music was very loud. The joint was not overcrowded; a few customers were on the small dance floor gyrating to the heavy beat of the music, a few sat at the bar and some were sitting in small booths drinking and laughing. Steve spotted an empty booth and led his young wife by the hand towards the seats. The ordered a jug of beer and settled in for a night of drinking.

After her third glass, Amy suddenly announced that she wanted to dance.
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Wife and The Black Guys

I have a wonderful erotic experience to share with you. Some may think I am bad, and others will secretly wish they were me, however it happened and I have some very fond memories which I love to rethink and remember as often as possible.

I am the wife of an Air Force Master Sergeant who at the time was deployed overseas. I was 39 at the time with a son who had just moved to another city to attend college. It was last August when this happened and I was left all alone in the apartment to think of all the things I wish I could do and I especially thought of sex quite often.

I noticed two handsome black guys moving into the apartment complex on my floor and two doors down. It was hot and I decided to prepare some ice tea and ask them to join me on the back patio, which they did. We soon had exchanged conversation on our situations and they revealed that they were seniors in the University and would graduate next May.

They were very nice and thanked me for the ice tea and said if they could ever do anything for me to be sure and call on them. I said that it would be nice to have some men things done for me sometime and I would call on them. Zack winked at me and smiled and said, “Anything you need just call.”
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The Dodge

Games are something we all do, be it baseball, football or whatever. There are also other kinds of games. This is about a special game I play; I hope you enjoy it.

We, my husband and I, have this jar where we each write down some games or ideas for games we’d like to play and every so often we’ll get in the game playing mood and select a slip of paper from the jar. The one rule is that we have to do what the paper says. We have an equal number of ideas in the jar so the chances of selecting something new to the other is at least fifty-fifty, but more often than not, I lose, or is it win?

This particular day I was feeling randy, no she wasn’t around today but if she had been I would have been feeling very randy. When my husband got home I had the jar sitting on the coffee table and he knew what it meant. He reached in and pulled out a slip of paper and put it on the table and said to me, read it while I shower and change clothes.

I read it and it was one of his ideas, not mine, but still I knew he had written it for me. While he showered, I changed clothes as per the paper and waited for him.

When he came downstairs and saw me he knew I was up for a new game. On the slip of paper I had read, it said this: The Dodge. Wear one item of clothing only, your choice and this time make it ten blocks.

That meant, at some place in town I would be wearing only one item of clothing and would have to walk ten blocks to our car, hopefully without being seen, but if I was spotted, I could make no attempt to avoid it.

My husband smiled when he saw my outfit and said to me, are you sure? I threw him the car keys and walked towards the door with a smile on my face.

My outfit was a terry-cloth pullover the kind you’d wear at a pool over your bikini. It looped over my neck and a v-cut almost to my belly button exposing a lot of cleavage. Connected to it was a pair of what I would call hot pants. So this one-piece outfit exposed most of my breasts and all of my legs and I knew that as I walked, the hot-pant’s would ride up high on my ass exposing more and more as I walked. Of course I was allowed one other thing to wear and that was shoes, or in this case 4 inch high heels.
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Wife Gets It

This actually happened about a year ago, while my wife and I were on vacation in Costa Rica.

First, let me tell you a bit about us… we are both attractive, and in our mid-30’s. We have a very healthy sexual relationship, and we enjoy sex on a very regular basis. As the years have gone by, we have tried many things, and explored new fantasies and scenarios. I have a healthy, normal cock, and my wife enjoys sucking it and fucking it.

However, I continued to have this fantasy about a group of well-endowed guys taking her pussy to new limits. Of course, this is a common fantasy with many guys, but I am not sure too many guys would actually want to have it happen.

My wife’s pussy is extremely tight, and even better, she has the ability to contract her pussy while I am fucking her, almost creating the feeling of getting a blow-job while you are fucking her. It is an incredible feeling. The odd thing is that no matter how much we fuck, her pussy always seems just as tight as it was before. In fact, I often look at it, and feel it, just to see if I am having any effect on it.

Well, one night while we were in Costa Rica, we asked the taxi cab drive to take us to a fun place for “adults only”. He obliged, and dropped us off at a hotel on the outside of Guanacaste, Costa Rica’s most northwestern province. This particular place had some great food, bars, and swimming pools. Best yet, it seemed to be filled with attractive couples, from all parts of the world.

As we walked around, we also noticed that everyone was dressed in clothing that did not leave much to the imagination. Conveniently for us, I had told my wife to wear something provocative, so she obliged by wearing a miniskirt with no panties underneath, and a top that made her tits look incredible.

Now, keep in mind that my wife had no intention of doing anything other than watching. I had told her that we would just have some drinks, hang out, and watch people getting it on. Then, we figured we would get a room and fuck our brains out.
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Baby Takes a Bow

I was always known as the party girl. My name is Lisa, but nobody ever called me by that name. A lot of people called me Mikey because I’d fuck anybody, you know like the old cereal commercial? I guess I just dated myself, referring to a commercial from the 1970’s. That was my decade I guess, when I came of age. I believe age is a matter of perception, and ironically the name most men call me is Baby, as in “Hey Baby” or “Oh, Baby”. I’m the girl your mother warned you about. This is my story.

I grew up in far northern Maine in a small logging town. The only things to do up there are either join 4-H or party. Let’s just say that I never did take a lamb to the county fair. In the summer of 1976, I turned eighteen years old and I was more than ready to move on from the frozen north country.

My best friend Amy was going off to college and she invited me to go to orientation week with her and help her move into her dorm room. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I packed a duffle bag I stole from my brother, left my parents a note and we were gone, headed for the city and what ever it held for us. I didn’t really have a plan, I just had to get out of town or I knew I might never leave it. I had no intention of waiting tables or marrying a log pusher, so I knew it was it was time to choose. I was never any good in school and I knew my only asset was my body. I decided to head south and figure it out as I went along.

Amy was busy with her orientation and I didn’t see much of her that week. We went to several mixers and I was very pleased to see that the college boys were just as interested in me as the log pushers had always been. With my long blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice pair of breasts on my five foot six inch body I could easily get their attention, and I just loved getting attention.

It never ceased to amaze me how much you can get by just showing off a little cleavage and inner thigh. I made a point of wearing loose fitting sun dresses. Remember those, that were cut low in the front and high on the side. I never wore anything under the dresses, and if I wanted to I could easily give a guy a nice clear shot of any part of my body. I just loved the thrill of flashing my breasts, but the most fun was to find ways to show the Full Monty, or as we said back then, the Beaver Shot. I became very good at the “accidental” peek. Bar stools were the best place, and after a few days I found a nice little pub were I could go and drink all night without spending a dime. It was the most fun I had had in years, and I was really enjoying the freedom of acting like an adult for the first time in my life.
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Naked Twister

It was our first swing experience together. We were both very excited and nervous to be finally meeting George. George should have been a model. He had a long and lean body with chiseled muscles from skiing, a square chin and long oval face. He had dark hair with just a slight peppering of gray that made him look older than he was. But it was his smile, or lack of a smile that intrigued me. I saw this as a challenge. He had a long, thick, full dick with a head that begged to be licked, which I had been dreaming of doing for weeks. The day finally came after many hours of talking about what we liked, wanted to do, and fantasized about. It seemed I talked more to George than my own husband each day. Craig didn’t seem to mind, he got the benefit of my wet pussy every night.

As we drove to George’s place Craig fingered me so that I was drenched in my own pussy juice. I also fished his dick out of his pants and began a steady rhythm on his shaft. Craig had the most perfect dick I had seen to that date. It fit perfectly in my hands and mouth and I dearly loved sucking it until it was dry. But today I just wanted to get him hard so when we got there, his dick and intentions would be very evident to George! When we got there we walked up to George’s door with only robes on. Mine was not belted and hung open for all to see. Craig’s was loosely belted but his long dick was hard to miss, just as I had planned. But also we had our bag of fun which included the infamous twister game. George opened the door and had a smile on his face–1st smile of the day! We all looked at each other and did the introductions. He said, “Hi, I’m George, nice to meet you.”

I said, “Hi, I’m Rhonda and this is Craig. It’s very nice to meet you.”

As I walked in the door, George grabbed me just above my waist, right under my breast and gave me a long, slow, wet, French kiss that had all of us breathing heavily. Next Craig came in, and George grabbed Craig by the waist, without letting me go, and gave the same kiss to Craig. It was the first kiss for both of them. George, I could see at this point, was very into both of us, as he was rock hard and starting to precum! After the first kiss for all of us, we went in his house and closed the door.
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The Beach Life

Jack and Sheila had been enjoying a day on a secluded beach when a minibus drew up near them. They cursed at the idea that their privacy was about to be invaded. They quickly scrambled back into their swimming costumes, but just then the vehicles pulled off again and parked a good thirty yards away from them.

As Jack and Sheila watched a group of fifteen young men climbed out of the vehicle. They were all dressed only in flimsy baggy shorts and Sheila cast an appreciative eye over their firm torsos. They were all in the prime of their youth and at the peak of their fitness. Jack caught his wife’s eye and smiled. He knew exactly what she was thinking. To hell with privacy, another, more basic, need had kicked in.

The young men frolicked about in the water for a while and then flopped down on the warm sand. One of their party took a cooler box out of the vehicle and started to hand out beers. The sound of beer bottles clinking filled the air as the group toasted each other.

‘I have to find a way to speak to them.’ Sheila sighed. ‘I know just the thing.’ Jack replied as he got up from his towel. He fished around in the car and came back with two bottles of warm beer. ‘Here, ask them if they’ll trade these for cold ones.’

‘You’re a star!’ cried Sheila, before giving her husband a kiss.

As Sheila sauntered over to the group of lads she was alive to the possibilities of her quest. She could feel many pairs of eyes drinking in her curves. She thrust out her full, firm tits and swayed her hips for extra effect. She tossed her head; let her long golden locks fly free around her beautiful face.

With her full lips, high cheekbones and smoky green eyes she was one hot looker. But the passing years had made her a little insecure of her looks. She need not have been. One of the lads brushed his hand across his chest, past the nub of his raised nipples and she knew they were hers for the taking.

They greeted her warmly. They would be glad to exchange her warm beers for cold ones. In fact, they suggested, why didn’t she and her husband join them. Jack and Sheila were happy to. There were introductions all round. The lads were members of an agricultural college rugby team, out celebrating a win. They looked like sons of the earth. In a few years time they would all be massively solid, perhaps overweight, but right now they were simply beautiful. And Sheila was happy to drink in their beauty.

As Jack watched his wife flirting with the young men he grew excited. So excited that he had to lie down to hide his growing bulge. Fifteen men, and young men at that, would amount to a whole lot of spunk. And if there was one thing that Jack loved, as much as his wife, it was the taste of freshly deposited man cream. Eating his wife’s pussy when it was full of tasty cock juice was his ultimate satisfaction. And if they played their cards right this could be their ultimate experience.
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Soccer Moms

I have been a soccer referee for several years now, and have been involved in several unusual situations, but none of them come close to what happened to me this past weekend. I had been invited to referee at a soccer tournament several miles from where I live, and since the fields were reported to be in good shape, and the teams normally quite competitive, I accepted the offer.

The tournament began early Saturday morning and I had been assigned to two games that morning and two games that afternoon. The two morning games went well and I then took a quick lunch break. The tournament was very gracious in providing food and drinks for the referees, and a quiet place away from the parents to relax while we ate.

As I was sitting close to the referee changing room, a woman walked up and stood in front of me asking if I was going to be the center referee for her child’s game at 2:00 that afternoon. I told her that I was indeed the center referee for the field that she was asking about. The woman was of average build, dark hair, very pretty face, wearing a solid black coat that fell several inches below her knees, and was wearing black hose and flat soled shoes.

When I admitted that I had been assigned her child’s game, the woman reached in her coat pocket, then held her hand out to me offering what she had been keeping there. I reached out and offered my hand palm up and she quickly placed a pair of black lace panties in my hand. She then told me to keep an eye on her during the game, just to verify that they were hers, and to make sure to took her way every time their team scored. Having said that, she turned and quickly walked away, toward a group of mothers watching their children practice.

To say the least, I was stunned. I quickly stuffed the panties in my ref bag, rather than sit there with them in my hand. I again looked over at the small group of woman and noticed the one who had dropped her panties in my hand talking to two other mothers, a blond and a brunette; all three were quite attractive. I sat there and stared at my bag, wondering what in the world was going on. Just as I was about to get up, the woman with dark hair broke from the group and walked over and stood between me and the other two women.

Looking down at me with her beautiful blue eyes she said that she too would have a present for me, but only if their team won. Having said that, she opened the front of her rain coat wide enough for me to see that the only thing that she was wearing was the rain coat, black thigh high hose and black boots on her feet. As she closed the front of her coat, she apologized for not having something to leave with me, but promised to give me something very special after the match (if her team won); then turned and walked back over to the small group of women.

It was now fifteen minutes until game time, and I began my pre-game by gathering the two assistant refs and talking them through their duties. We went on the field together, checked both teams and conducted the coin toss to decide who kicked off. The game began on time, and about three minutes into the game there was a bump in the penalty box and I called for a Penalty Kick to be taken. The teams lined up outside the box and the kicker quickly drilled the kick into the back of the net. After writing the score in my book, I glanced over to the sideline and noticed that the three women who had been standing together before the game, were now seated on the front row of the bleachers. All three were cheering wildly, with their coats opened and legs spread far enough apart to allow me to see their three pretty pussies.
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Howl At The Moon

When I was a freshman in college, I had a crush on a guy at school named Dan. He was on the football team. Some of the guys on the team were going camping one weekend and Dan invited me to go along. Now, any girl should have known not to go camping with 5 guys, but I was not just any girl – and I was always ready for an adventure.

On the drive up to the mountains, Dan and I laid in the back of one of the other guy’s trucks, under several blankets, making out. Dan and I did nothing but kiss and snuggle on the way to the campsite – a little light petting. But, by the time we got up into the mountains, I was hot, wet, and throbbing.

The guy driving, Kevin, parked the truck and waved for Ricky and Marc to come on into the campsite. Kevin then uncovered Dan and me and grinned at our flushed appearance. Dan jumped out of the truck and helped Kevin unpack the food as Marc and Ricky rolled the keg out of the back of the other truck. Being the only girl, I felt it was my duty to supervise as the guys got the camp set up and started the fire. As the sun began to set, Dan came over to where I was sitting and handed me a hot dog and then joined me as I ate. We sat and flirted and giggled as the other guys joked around.

Kevin came and sat on the other side of me and dropped his arm around my shoulder, joining me and Dan in our conversation. Ricky said there was loud music coming from a campsite nearby and he was going to check it out. Glaring at me, he stalked off into the woods. (I found out years later that Ricky was gay and had a crush on Kevin at the time.)

Marc grinned at the three of us sitting on that fallen log and began to get a bunch of sleeping bags out of the back of the trucks. He unzipped them and made a large bed of them near the fire. Then he flopped down and slipped his shoes off. He propped his head up on his entwined hands and looked at the three of us. He asked if were cold sitting over there and wouldn’t we like to join him? I giggled (beer always makes me giggle) and said “what about it guys? you think we should?”

Kevin said something about Marc looking lonely and that maybe we should join him. Dan, who was a REALLY big guy picked me up and carried me over to the nest of sleeping bags. He laid me down next to Marc and then flopped down beside me. Kevin just grinned and sat down at my feet. I laughed and asked if we wouldn’t be cold without a sleeping bag covering us? Dan snuggled in closer to me and said they would keep me warm, letting his hand drift across my chest.
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Welcome to the Neighborhood

The house next-door had finally been sold. Lonnie had seen the moving van pulling into the driveway as she left for work that morning. “It’s about time,” she thought to herself, “Maybe they will fix the eyesore up.”

The house wasn’t really run-down that badly; however, since her husband had ran-off with the slut that used to live there, Lonnie harbored hard feelings about the place. She earnestly hoped that a nicer class of people were moving in.

When Lonnie returned home from her modeling gig that afternoon, the van had already been emptied and had left. A late-model Lexus and a sporty, foreign convertible were now parked in the driveway. “Hmmmmmmmmm, this is looking promising already!” she thought to herself, “I think I’ll go over and welcome them to the neighborhood.” As she got out of her BMW, she smoothed her tight, form-clinging, short skirt down over her firm, pear-shaped ass and checked her stockings to make sure they were straight. Walking across the lawn and passing by the large picture window in front of her house, she couldn’t resist looking at her reflection to assure herself she was presentable. The session today had been particularly erotic and she didn’t want to look like she had just gotten laid.

The image that greeted her eyes was one of a stunning, auburn-haired beauty. Her straight, shoulder-length hair was lustrous from careful grooming. Her eyes were wide set and large with an exotic, Asiatic slant; which she inherited from her father. Although her legs were long and curvy enough to be a dancer’s, she only stood about 5’3″; and a generous portion of that was between her pert, up sloped breasts, and her erotically flaring hips. She proudly admired her athletically trim waist and provocative posture. It was no small wonder that she was one of the most sought after adult magazine models in Canada. The light blouse she was wearing was clinging silk, and allowed a hint of the sexy, lacy lingerie she favored to be glimpsed, and excited her nipples enough to make their outlines visible.

Lonnie made her way carefully up the wide granite steps to the front door of her new neighbors home. She pressed the doorbell and waited for her first view of her new neighbor. She did not have to wait long before the door was opened and she was greeted by a woman of about her own age of 28, and an instant, heart-warming smile.

“Hello, may I help you?” The woman’s voice was slightly accented and very melodious. It fit her stunning European features and deep, dark eyes. Lonnie guessed that she must be of Italian or possibly Portuguese descent. She was immediately aroused by her attractiveness and voluptuous body. One of the things that had bothered her the most about her ex-husband’s desertion was the fact that he had also taken her closest lover.
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BBQ Gang Bang

It had been a bright, warm summers day when Jane phoned to invite myself and my husband, Terry over for an evening barbecue. I knew that we had nothing planned, and readily accepted the invitation immediately. Jane and Derek were two of our best friends, and evening’s with them were always interesting. They both had a free and easy approach to their private life, and invariably the conversation turned sexual in nature.

Although both myself and Terry had often fantasized about our friends when we made love, neither of us had taken our thoughts any further. I had to admit, though, when I replaced the receiver, the thought of seeing Derek in a pair of shorts was making my pussy tingle and my nipples stand up and pay attention! I quickly informed Terry of my conversation with Jane, and he seemed pleased that we would be going out tonight. Bless him! Terry is a sweet man and, after ten years of marriage, I still love him dearly, but sometimes I think I might just need…you know…a little more!

The weather being so warm, I decided to change into a bikini and spend the rest of the day lounging around our pool and try to top up my tan. I stretched out on a sun bed with a good book and a cool drink and tried to relax. The problem was I was getting too hot! I’m not sure if it was the strength of the sun or the fact that I couldn’t get the vision of Derek’s lean, muscular body out of my mind, but within half an hour I could feel my nipples hard inside my bikini top and a damp patch beginning to form on the panties.

You will probably have guessed by now that I am a very sexual person. I always have been, but sometimes Terry, although very good in the sack, is not always as….adventurous as I would like! Still unable to stop my current train of thought, the cool water of the pool beckoned. I eased myself in slowly and swam my usual ten laps. I like to exercise every day. I have been told that my 5′ 8″ body is well toned and attractive and I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible! When the weather is hot, swimming is by far the best idea.

At 6.30 pm, we grabbed a couple of bottles of wine and headed for Jane’s place. It was still warm and I had only worn a shortish summer dress, panties and tennis shoes. I had tied back my long brown hair in a pony tail with a ribbon. I looked a little like a fifties cheer leader! I didn’t usually leave the house without a bra, but I just loved the freedom that I felt without it, and besides my boobs aren’t really that large. Terry had worn a pair of light Chino’s’s’s with a short sleeve shirt and loafers. Jane greeted us both at the door with a kiss. She looked stunning as always. Her short blonde hair was still damp. As she was only wearing a bikini with a wrap around skirt covering her lower body, I assumed that she had just got out of the pool.
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The Boss Has a Party

I had just gotten off of work and was debating on whether or not to stop by the boss’s house for his birthday or not. Yeah I was tire from a full days work but could use a couple drinks before bed, in which he had plenty of. Well needless to say the latter had won and I decided to stop by. Luckily I only lived a short distance away so my side trip wasn’t too out of the way. Since I was arriving late most of the patrons were already three sheets and I had some catching up to do. For the most part the party was like any other, a large group sloshed and saying what was on the mind.

As I got my self into a conversation with a couple beers already down and my tongue pretty loose, it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to sex. As we talked I learned this sexy brunette who was very open was the wife of one of my co-workers. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed after her cute face and luscious curves had caught my eye almost from the moment I got there.

As the conversation progressed I learned that she had how you would call her own personal stable to call upon. Learning that her husband was really into her fucking other men started to put my mind back into motion. The group that I was in had only two females who I’ll call Tiffany and Stefany, and the other six including myself of men. As most sex talks go, the women were complaining about not being satisfied, as the men and ego’s defending their manhood, by talking up their performances. As the two women got into detail of how good they were and how they and how much they could take, started to get the men stiff and adjusting themselves. But on the upside I could notice that the two ladies seemed to be squirming their legs together a bit more than usual. Telling me that they were getting turned on as much as we were.

Me and Tif got into a debate about how she has never been fully satisfied by any man of all ages, I had told her about a running joke through work about me and my stamina. I had slipped out about being able to go for 2 hours or more and no one there would believe it, needless to say nobody would ever put their paycheck up to find out. Now with the opportunity almost in hand to present itself, we moved ourselves into the garage were there was more privacy. Me and Tif were still going at it about how much we could handle and how neither of us had some fully go the distance. Soon she was bragging about how she was able to make a man cum in 20 seconds, and needless to say I challenged her to do it.
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