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Future Girlfriend Is a Party Girl

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When she entered the room it was like an electric current ran up my spine. No one else seemed to notice her, but from across the room her body drew my eyes like a magnet. Not that she would’ve been ‘hot’ as society tends to define the term (she was a bit short and wasn’t anorexic enough), but my definition of “hot” has generally been a bit against the norm.

Medium height, she wore her red hair in two pigtails. Her skin was delicately pale and her body well rounded. Her stomach (slightly rounded) peeked out from the gap between her black tank top that exposed most of what had to be D tits to the world. A plaid schoolgirl-like skirt draped from her hips down to above her knees, and fishnet stockings completed the outfit.

I tried to catch her eye from across the room but she was rounded up by some other guys and they went off somewhere else in the house. Disappointed, I finished off the beer I was holding and headed off to find a bathroom. Taking a whiz proved a bit of a trial as I had a healthy boner to deal with first. But finally it subsided and I headed back out into the house to continue my so far uneventful evening. Wandering around the upper floor I came to one room with the door open a crack. Unmistakable sounds sex wafted out and I decided to have myself a peek.

It was the redhead, only now her skirt was pushed up around her waist and her tanktop was off. She also had a dick buried in her pussy, which was just now pounding in and out. In her mouth was another dick, and some guys were gathering around her with their pants down obviously waiting their turn. I knew the guys vaguely, and they seemed pretty cool, so I opened the door and slipped inside. Some people saw me enter, but no one seemed to care so I figured I’d pull down my pants and wait my turn. The scene in front of me was enough by far that I was already hard as I’ve ever been, so I gently stroked my dick in anticipation. Gently, because too vigorous of stroking would’ve lost me my load right there.

“Damn!” I thought, “This chick sure knows how to take cock!” The first guy pulled out and blew his load on her pale ass, and I nearly followed suit. Next up was a short guy with what had to be a 9″ rod! He stepped up and drove it right in no problem and started fucking her brains out. Cum bubbled out of her mouths as the rod there finished blowing it’s load down her throat and pulled back to make room for the next one. Only the next guy couldn’t seem to get his dick in her mouth because she kept shouting “Fuck me man! Blow your load in me UNGH! you’re so big! Motherfuckers I want ALL your cum oh YEAH give it to me fuck me FUCK ME!” as she came. The guy came shortly after and blew her cunt so full of semen that it leaked slowly out until the next guy plugged up her pussy with his cock.

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Cruise Control

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If you have read any of my stories, you know my first wife and I had a lifestyle that included experiences with other people. When I remarried, I hoped to have the same sort of relationship with my second wife, Maria, but she was not interested in pursuing that sort of lifestyle. After a few years, I got her to agree to at least indulge in some fantasy role-play, but that was as far as it had progressed.

The one positive from the fantasies was Maria admitting that she might try having sex with someone else “if the right situation” ever came up. We talked about it a lot, and it was obvious that the right situation was going to be hard to find. The conditions for it to happen were that there would be no chance of anyone ever finding out and that the person be somebody she had some sort of relationship with already, in other words a friend. I thought that would be harder to do, but that was the only way she would ever consider it happening “for real” as she put it. In other words, it wasn’t going to happen.

Our sex life was good though, and I thought maybe I could be happy just with the fantasies. I did tell her about Joan’s experiences in the hope that it might convince her to try it herself. After about ten years of patiently talking and doing the role-playing, she became more responsive and sometimes would bring up the fantasies on her own rather than waiting for me to do it, but she would always say afterwards that it was just fantasies, nothing else.

We decided for our fifteenth anniversary to treat ourselves to a cruise. We had never been on one before, so we were really looking forward to getting away for ten days. The cruise was scheduled to stop at a half dozen islands in the Caribbean and we couldn’t wait. We boarded the ship and set sail for ten days of fun in the sun.

There were all sorts of services available on board ship and Maria signed up for yoga lessons. The instructor was a tall, athletic man named Carlos, He was from one of the islands (I never caught which one) and his classes were always full of women admiring his body, which he was always showing off by wearing only thin workout pants and no shirt. I teased Maria that the only reason she was taking the class was to ogle Carlos.

The third day out, I was walking to the room where the class took place when I heard Carlos and Maria talking. There was a mirror opposite the doorway and I could see that the room was deserted except for those two. Maria was sitting in a tall stool turned sideways to the door and Carlos was leaning against the wall so that he was looking down on her. Maria works hard to stay in shape and she is proud of her body, but shy about showing it off. It was pretty obvious that Carlos was looking down her tank top, and it didn’t look like Maria was doing anything about it from my angle. Something in their body language made it seem that there was some sort of intimate conversation going on.

I checked the passageway and saw that it was empty. I carefully edged myself as close to the door as I could so I could hear what they were saying. Maria was leaning back in her chair with her legs tucked in the rail along the bottom. She was wearing a tank top and black shorts. She had her arms wrapped around the arms of the chair and if I didn’t know her better, I would have thought she was displaying her body provocatively for Carlos. He shifted his body so that he was standing right over her and Maria had to look up to talk with him.

“You are very limber,” Carlos said in his accented English. “It is obvious that you know how to use your body.”

“Thank you,” Maria said with a little smile. “I try to work out.”

“And it has paid off,” Carlos assured her. “You are a fine looking woman.” As he said this, Carlos gently ran his fingers along Maria’s arm I got the impression watching that he was trying to see what her reaction might be. When she made no protest, he grew more confident and ran his hand up along her neck and caressed her cheek. I could see Maria blush, and she licked her lips nervously, but didn’t stop him. She did glance at the door, and Carlos laughed softly.

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Back Alley Cuckold

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At the time of this story I had been in a committed relationship with Mimi for around two years. I guess you would have called her my girlfriend, however she had dropped the word ‘marriage’ a couple of times and it was obvious she wanted to take things further: Our relationship appeared rock solid. Perhaps I should have proposed, as it may have stopped the chain of events that subsequently unfolded.

Let me give you a little background. Mimi was a 24 year old Chinese girl who came to America from HK to study. She was 5 foot 8, she had a cute little bob of straight black hair, a slim athletic figure with the perkies little tits I had ever seen. She had the most adorable little butt and like most Asians, she had beautiful smooth milky skin. She was lively and outgoing. Our sex life had been fantastic.

One Friday night we had gone out drinking at the bar with some friends after classes. It had been a long night and everybody was generally wasted. Almost all of our friends had gone home and we had just called a taxi for Dave the last remaining survivor (aside from Mimi and myself). He mentioned he wanted to get some air while he waited and headed out the front. The bar was still in full swing, it was college town, but you had your regular mix of patrons. Mimi and I took a couple of stools at a small table trying to decide if we were ready to take make the trek home. She looked beautiful, in one of those tops that draped around her shoulders, covering her breasts at the front but leaving her whole back exposed. When she bent forward the cloth teased you by almost giving a direct line of site to her breasts. She was wearing a short tight skirt and no underwear. Having been dancing all night she had a fine sheen of sweat and a couple strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead and cheek – almost giving her a ‘just been fucked’ look. We had barely sat down a minute when a busty blonde waitress brought us over two shots: ‘from your admirer over there’ she added, giving us a quick smile before she quickly turned away. Both Mimi and I turned to see a guy, probably in his mid thirties raising his pint of beer as if to toast us, his eyes scanning my girlfriend’s body as he did.

I was a little infuriated, as if buying us a drink gave him the right to blatantly ogle my girlfriend in front of me. But we were both pretty drunk and Mimi turned back around to me, laughing and almost falling off her stool in the process. I smiled, we took the shots and our conversation moved on. It was clear however that Mimi had not forgotten her admirer as every now and then she took a quick look over his way. My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy.

Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him. She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. ‘you think so?’ she asked, almost rhetorically, before answering her own question with a quick ‘OK’. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly drunk, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.

After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Mimi was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world.

Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave. Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? – she was supposed to just go over there and thank them. I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team. My mind was swimming with lust, rage and alcohol, I started to actually become erect: what if one of these guys made a move on her?

Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Mimi had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up. It was too dark to see everything but I knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
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Another Stripper Story

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While I truly enjoy my job stripping in a gentleman’s club, I love even more to be touched and fondled by strangers. Any opportunity that I have to get a stranger to touch me just drives me crazy. That’s why when one of the customers of the club asked me to do a private show for him, I eagerly agreed. Knowing what might happen at the show got me turned on, and I kept pressing him for details of the event.

He was opening a motorcycle shop and hosting a big party with lots of his biker friends. He wanted me to do a private show for some of his special customers, and had set up a special room in the back of the shop. We agreed on terms and conditions, and I marked the date on my calendar. We sealed the deal with a wonderful evening of sex and alcohol, and I was even beginning to have feelings for my new biker friend, Dave.

The morning of the show, I took special care with my shower, shaved everything smooth, except for a little “racing stripe” of blond pussy hair. I packed several outfits in my bag, and drove over to the shop. Dave let me in, and we shared a deep kiss. He checked out my outfits and approved. “You look so hot,” he said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.”

“You know I love this kind of thing.” I replied. “I’m anxious to get started.”

“How about if we take a few pictures, first.” Dave said. “I brought my camera. I’d love to get some shots of you on these Harley’s.”

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed. “Bikini, topless, what?”

“All of the above!”

We had some fun taking some sexy photos on the bikes. Before we were finished, some of the guys who were invited to the party started showing up. When they walked in, I was topless, leaning back on one of the bikes, legs spread wide apart, with just a tiny scrap of a bikini bottom covering my crotch. Apparently I was the surprise entertainment for the afternoon, and they just stood and stared. I loved it! With an audience, I really showed off for the camera, touching myself, licking my nipples, but I didn’t want to reveal everything before the show. So I kept the bikini bottoms on – even so, those last few shots were great.

I changed my outfit for the opening. Dave and I agreed I should wear my leather bra top with the nipples open, black thigh-high leather boots, and a pair of tiny leather shorts – so short and tight, my butt cheeks peeked out in the back. For the first part of the opening, I would just be serving beer, mingling with guests, posing for photos, and being “friendly.”

I had a great time talking to the guests, all men, and serving them beers. Occasionally someone would pinch my nipples or slap my bottom, and of course, this just made me hot and wet. A few of the guys posed with me for pictures. For these, I removed my top, so they could cover my tits with their hands. Cute pictures.

As the time for the show approached, I went into the back room and got my outfits together. I was planning a regular strip show, which would wind up totally nude. Of course, I would also offer lap dances, to anyone who was bold enough. The guys began coming into the room where a makeshift stage had been set up. There were some chairs and room for standing as well. The music started and I began to dance.
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Mardi Gras Whore Wife

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“Let’s go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras this year,” my wife Sally exclaimed. “It will be an adventure!” And so we began to make plans to head to the “Big Easy.” Mardi Gras is a full season in New Orleans, with parades, parties, and general merriment beginning around two weeks before the actual day. Folks let their hair down and do things they would never do the rest of the year. Of course, Sally planned on doing something she did the rest of the year as well…fuck strangers.

Sally is a voluptuous former cheerleader with short blonde hair and dancing blue eyes. At age 47 her figure is fuller than it was during her cheerleading years. But like a fine wine that body has gotten more delicious as it aged. She has large round breasts that still stand firm, with nipples that get a half inch long when they are hard. Her belly is round and fertile. Her hourglass figure narrows at the waist and then widens at her broad hips. There are few sights more pleasurable than seeing Sally on her elbows and knees with her round ass thrust in the air and her thighs spread, waiting for a hard cock to plunge into her pussy.

Sally and I got married around six years ago. She had been married before for nearly ten years and had been faithful for the whole time of her first marriage. But after her divorce she became a true swinging divorcee. By the time I met her, she was in her prime. If she liked her date she fucked him. She had been with both married and single men. We hit it off, dated for a year and then got married. When we screwed I sometimes had her tell me about the different men she had fucked before she met me. I was amazed at how hard it made me.

One of the first fantasies Sally shared with me was about her being in a threesome with another man and me. The two of us were walking on a nude beach when we came upon a fisherman. Sally began flirting with him and he soon was kissing her and fondling her large breasts. While I watched, she then got on her knees on the beach and he entered her from behind. After the fisherman came inside her, she than invited me to have sloppy seconds. This first fantasy was followed by another where she was in a beach house with me and four of my friends. Each night she would go to sleep on a couch in the living room. All through the night each of us would wake her and fuck her, living her lying there with her legs spread and our cum leaking out of her pussy. I was surprised at just how horny these fantasies made me.

Then, two years ago, we decided to make fantasy a reality. After her first threesome, Sally became almost insatiable. Soon she had her first gang bang, and then another. By the beginning of 2001 she had fucked many strangers while I watched and participated.

We arrived in New Orleans the weekend before Mardi Gras and checked into the Royal Sonesta. Canal Street was too crowded during the parades so we took the streetcar out to St. Charles. Soon we were yelling “throw me something mister” with the best of them. One of the biggest parades was Bacchus. It was at night and we had slipped into warmer clothes since it was chilly. Sally wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck Without a bra and tight jeans. The nipples of her large tits made little bumps in the turtleneck fabric and you could see the V of her pussy through her pants. There was a surreal carnival-like atmosphere to the evening. Sally saw a man walking with several very long necklaces on.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked.

“Sure, if you give me kiss,” he replied.
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Neighbors Ball Team Party

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I could hardly believe my ears as I sat there.

I was sitting beside the pool in Tim Wilson’s backyard, chit chatting with Tim, our neighbor that lived about six houses down the street. Tim was quite a bit younger than I was, having just turned forty I was 9 years older than the 31 year old Tim. Although we weren’t close friends, we would have the odd pint together and just shoot the shit a bit . . . the age difference never seemed to matter. On this particular day we had been talking about the usual male macho topics when the topic of our wives had popped up. Now it’s not unusual to talk about your wife to another man . . . it is however rather unusual though to be talking to him about your wife and whether you wouldn’t mind seeing another man being intimate with her, but there I was in such a conversation with Tim.

“No seriously Brian, you’d share your wife with another man wouldn’t you?” Tim asked with a sense of sincerity.

Being caught a little off guard by such a personal question, I hesitated slightly, which allowed Mac to continue his spiel.

“I’ve always wanted my wife Mary to try another man” Tim stated nonchalantly “But anytime I’ve mentioned it, she simply says that I’m a pervert”.

Tim laughed at his last remark before asking again “So you never answered me buddy . . . would you?”.

I hummed and stuttered, then eventually blurted out a response which would end up changing my whole life, “Yeah, I suppose I would . . . I guess . . . it would be kind of wild thing to do!”.

Tim grinned slightly and then with a real serious look on his face stated, “While I’m glad you think that Brian, because . . . now don’t get mad with what I’m about to tell you, but me and a few friends sort of got friendly with your wife Jackie about two weeks back!”

I sat somewhat stunned before finally inquiring in a dull tone, “What . . . what . . . what do you mean Tim?”.

Tim took another sip from his drink and leaned back in his lawn chair before answering. “Well Brian, I don’t want you to blame Jackie or anything. It was purely a spur of the moment thing and us guys felt rather bad afterwards about it!”.

I sat listening intently, not even trying to interject, as he took another gulp and then continued after a drag on his cigarette.

“But you did just admit that you’d consider sharing your wife . . . it just so happens that you already have and since I’m a nice guy, I’m not wanting to deceive you on this Brian. Why don’t you go grab yourself another beer and I’ll fill you in on all about it . . . you’ll probably find that the whole thing will be a huge turn on for you. I know I would if it had been my Mary in the same situation! So you won’t get mad … Right?”.

I numbly shook my head and muttered “I guess not!”

As I was still sitting there in a strange state of shock thinking of how my wife had been acting kind of distant the last couple of weeks, when I suddenly heard the backyard fence gate swing open. I turned in time to see Tony Brown, a friend of Tim’s coming into the yard.

“Oh hey Tony grab yourself and Brian here a beer!” Tim instructed as Tony headed to the cooler. “Yeah I was just telling Brian about the fun we had with his wife Jackie two weeks ago here!” Tim continued.
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First Fraternity Gang Bang

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I was going to meet my fiancé Kurt’s best friend and fraternity brother for the first time. Kurt had wanted me to look amazing he had said. He had told me that all through college they had had a rivalry. So for fun I let him pick out my outfit.

I walked into the bedroom from the bathroom after having taken a shower and blow drying my hair, and smiled when I saw he had picked out my clingy black skirt that really hugged my hips, and showed a lot of my long legs. He had also picked out a red corset style top that I had never seen before. Next to the clothes I saw a white box with a red ribbon.

He was sitting at my vanity with a big smile on his face, “I bought you something that I would like for you to wear tonight.”

I opened the box to find a red lace garter belt with a matching pair of crotch-less lacey panties and a matching bra.

He was behind me and removed my robe. It dropped to the floor, and I felt his rough hands against my skin as he moved my long blond hair to one side. He kissed the spot on my neck where it meets my shoulders.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked and nibbled my earlobe.

I let out a long sigh feeling warmth between my legs, and nodded.

He grabbed the panties and held them at my feet. I stepped into them, and he slid them ever so carefully up my legs. He kissed my inner thighs, and I let out a whimper. He looked up at me and smiled. The garter belt followed, and this time he kissed my stomach.

My skirt was slid up next. He turned me around to zipper me, and bit each of my ass cheeks lightly. It tickled so I giggled. He spanked my ass in response.

He didn’t put the bra on, because the corset top had a built in bustier. He kissed my shoulders as he fastened the clasps in the back. He turned me around again, and reached into the top of the corset. He positioned my breasts so that they pushed up nice and high, and made my C-cups look more like D’s!

We were facing each other then, and our eyes were locked. I had never realized that getting dressed would be as much of a turn on as getting undressed. He kissed me long and hard then, and I wanted to claw his clothes off and fuck him right then and there.

He pushed me back down on the bed. Then turned to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of nude thigh high stockings. He knelt before me, and slowly rolled each one up my legs. He ran his hands down my right leg after the stocking was on and attacked to the garter belt, and did the same with the left. He had picked out three inch black heels for me to wear. Smiling, I stepped into them.

I felt like a pampered princess at that point. He stood before me, and pushed me back onto the bed. He lay on top of me, and we kissed. His hands roved my body, and I began to pull his shirt out of his pants. I wanted him so bad at that point.

He pushed himself off the bed, “We’re going to be late.”

We met his friend at a very fancy uptown restaurant. Kurt’s friend was very tall, and had shoulder length brown hair. He was introduced to me as Greg.

Greg’s brown eyes never left my breasts, especially when we shook hands, and they jiggled a little. I looked to Kurt, and saw the proud expression on his face.

Kurt had graduated the year before, and Greg was a senior that year. After they went over polite conversation about what each other had been up to they spent most of the evening talking about the fraternity and the new pledges.

By dessert I was feeling a little bit alienated, seeing as I hadn’t said much since the salad was brought to the table. However, I had enjoyed three, or maybe five, glasses of red wine.

Before I knew it, Kurt was closing the door to the car after I had climbed in. Dinner was over and I was a bit tipsy. I watched out the window as he spoke to Greg.

I was a little annoyed that I had been ignored most of the evening. I had decided that I was going to tell Kurt how annoyed I was when he got back in the car.

Just as I was about to open my mouth after he climbed into the car he placed his hand on my thigh and kissed my forehead.

“Would you mind if we went back to the house. You can see where I used to live.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Actually I would mind! First of all your little friend’s eyes NEVER left my tits, and second of all you two didn’t acknowledge me all night!”

He squeezed my thigh, “I’m sorry baby, but you have no idea how happy that made me!”
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Pulling The Bridal Train

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Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.

It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.

“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”

“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”

“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”

“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”

“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”

“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.

“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.

“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”

“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”

“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”

Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.

“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.

Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.

“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.

“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.

Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”

“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.

Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.
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Pool Hall Gangbang

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My first wife and I had a great sex life that included some pretty wild events. We were very active sexually and enjoyed every minute of it. Our escapades included some exotic and public places. We tried to make it exciting every time we had sex. The following story is just one of our many exploits.

When we first met I knew our relationship would be based on sex. The first night we ended up closing the bar we met at and going straight to a hotel. She was a stunning piece of work. Many of the other guys in the bar were watching her every move. I know I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was 5’9” and had long slender legs. She was playing darts with one of the guys I came up there to meet. From the moment I walked up to them I wanted to get into the spandex pants she was wearing. When my friend introduced us I couldn’t help staring at here magnificent body. Somehow I heard what her name was. It certainly matched the way she looked.

“Hi, my name is Candi” she said as she put out her hand to shake mine.

“Hello, mine is Mike” I answered back.

That was the most I remember from our first night. We had simply had way too much to drink to remember anything else. After that night we spent every night together until our divorce a few years later. I can’t imagine staying together forever being based on sex.

Through our time together we would talk about our fantasies. She stated early in our relationship that she was probably bi. That is a different story entirely though. Candi would often explain how much she liked others knowing we were have sex in front of them. We would go out and play with each other without actually showing exactly what we were doing to each other. I would ask her about what she thought of being with more than one guy. We just talked about it for a long time, until I had come up with a plan to make it happen.

I called her from work early Friday morning to tell her to get ready for that night. I explained she should go shopping at Frederic’s or someplace similar. I also stated she was not to wear any panties that night. We had done this part before and she always surprised me with what time of lingerie she picked out. When I hung up I could barely concentrate on work the rest of the day.

When I got home she was already getting dressed for the night. She had bought some black fishnet stockings and garter belt. I saw hanging a new black miniskirt and sheer black blouse. When the whole ensemble was put together it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. I couldn’t help but stand and stare in awe. She stood adjusting herself and occasionally feeling herself up. Candi knew just how good her 5’9” slender frame looked. She would bring her hands up her hips and slowly caress her flat belly working her way up to her 38c breasts. I could see she was getting aroused just looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples musted have stood out nearly an inch. You could see right through her top to her black lace bra. If you looked close you could see her pink areolas through the thin material. She was ready to go for the night.

I quickly jumped in the shower and got ready. I just threw on the usual attire. I wore my black jeans and a grey sweater. I knew whatever I wore would never matter. She had the department on looks. I just tried to look like I might be good enough to be seen with her.

Without explaining where we were going I told her to get in the car. We drove to a fairly nice restaurant. Before dinner we proceeded to sit at the bar and down a couple of drinks. I knew for my plan to work Candi would have to get a buzz going. After dinner we made our way back to the bar and sucked down a few more. I could tell by her giggling she was getting a little tipsy.

After I was sure she was well on her way to being drunk we left and headed for a local pool hall. I the drive there she was feeling a little frisky. She would spread her legs so her skirt would ride up and expose her neatly shaved pussy. I could see it glistening every time we passed under a streetlight. She was soaking wet. Candi reached down and started rubbing her clit. I tried to slow her down a little. I did not want her spent before we even got started. I knew how fast she could go from start to finish. This night was going to last a long time if I could help it.

When we finally arrived at the pool hall she had calmed down a little bit. We got out of the car a walked in to a room full of stares. I knew they sure as hell weren’t staring at me. A couple of guys in the back corner whistled as we walked up to the counter. It was a dimly lit place except for the lights above the tables. The bartender poured us a couple of drinks and handed us our rack and set of balls. Candi enjoys playing pool, especially bending over and giving everybody a great view of her round heart shaped ass. We found an open table closer to the back. As I started to rack, I scanned the room. I counted about 30 guys and maybe 6 other women.

Candi broke the first game and just loved showing off by bending over too far for the table of four guys next to us. I could tell by the look in their eyes that they got a glimpse of her bare snatch. They were like a pack of rabid dogs with their mouths watering. I had seen these guys in there before. They were usually pretty good shots, but every time Candi got up to shoot one of them would miss. It was fun watching them try to concentrate on their game.
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Toris Frat House Gang Bang

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Everyone at high school wanted to be friends with Tori, and why not. Tori was the setter on the volleyball team, a flier on the competitive cheer team, treasurer of the science club, homecoming queen, graduated second in class, and was voted best all-around by the senior class.

Tori was friendly to everyone she met, and was stunning to look at. Standing 5′-1″, and weighing a mere 98 pounds, Tori’s body was tight, with small breasts, and a nice firm ass. Tori had shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes, which gave her an innocent appearance, which was true, as she remained a virgin until her 18th birthday party in November of her senior year.

The fall after graduation Tori headed to college, where she was immediately loved by all those who came in contact with her. She joined the cheer team, and was active with the programming board, and made lots of new friends.

One friend was a Bernie, a sophomore in her History 102 course. In mid-October, Bernie invited Tori to a PJ in PJs party at the PiKA house, where Bernie lived. Tori had been to several on-campus parties, but this was her first fraternity party, and she was excited to attend. Tori dressed in a pair of green and blue flannel pajamas when Bernie arrived 8:00.

When they arrived at the PiKA house, Tori was happy to see such a large crowd at the party. She recognized several people from her classes, and from her dorm. Being the friendly person she was, Tori struck up conversations with lots of different people. Tori also made her way to the PJ, and found it really tasted good.

There were lots of different kinds of pajamas being worn. Guys were in every thing from robes to boxers. There were some girls in flannel pajamas like Tori had worn, some in long robes, some in long t-shirts, and some in sexy teddies. Tori felt very comfortable around everyone in their PJs and was surprised at the number of girls at the party. She later found out many were PiKA little sisters.

As Tori continued drinking more and more PJ, she began to dance a little more. It seemed that everyone wanted to dance with her, and her glass of PJ always seemed to get refilled. Bernie of course would cut in frequently and danced with her quite a bit throughout the night.

By 11:00 pm Tori was drunk, and by 1:00 am, she was as loaded as she had ever been. She managed to stumble over to Bernie.

“I think I need to lay down Bernie. I’m really drunk.”

“I’ll take you up to my room, and you can sleep there.”

“That’s sweet of you Bernie. First I have to go potty.”

“I’ll help you there too.”

Bernie led Tori to the bathroom, “Do you need some help?”

“No I can go by myself, please wait for me outside.”

Bernie waited outside the bathroom for Tori. Tori’s peeing sounded like a torrent that seemed to hiss for at least three minutes. Finally Tori stumbled out into Bernie’s arms.

Bernie led her to his bedroom and laid her in his bed. “Good thing you came in your pajamas. You can sleep here until you feel better.”

“I feel great, I’m just too drunk to stand, and the room is spinning. You are so nice Bernie, will you sty with me for a while.”

“Sure. How about if I lie down beside you for a while?”

Bernie settled into the bed and Tori snuggled in beside him. Bernie began stroking Tori’s hair and she let out a little moan. Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a soft kiss on the cheek.

“That’s so sweet Bernie. You’re a great guy.”

Bernie continued to stroke Tori’s hair and began to lightly nibble on her neck and ears. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered in Tori’s ear.

“Thanks,” Tori said as she turned over and looked up at Bernie.

Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a deep kiss. In her drunken state, Tori was immediately aroused, and began kissing back. She felt Bernie’s hands move under her pajama top and find her breasts. She let out a gasp as Bernie pinched her nipple.

“Bernie, I get really horny when I’m drunk. Usually I’m a good girl, but I’d be happy to fuck you if you want.”
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Sex Club

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The club was packed with couples. The site of so many naked and near naked women aroused him. The only thing that kept his stiff cock from springing out of his tight slacks was the fact he was alone. He looked at his watch, found a spot at the bar where he could see the door, and ordered a drink. Sheila didn’t seem like the type of person who liked to make an entrance—but then again she had chosen this place for their first meeting.

“So you like to fuck or you just like to watch?” a woman asked sliding onto the barstool beside him. “Because we’re up for a threesome if you are?”

Steve looked her over from head to toe. She was a definite temptation. Dark auburn hair. Large breasts. Her huge tits showing through her transparent blouse. “We?” he asked a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She looked at her companion and winked. The tall blond nodded in agreement and approached the bar. Her face was unremarkable, and her chest a little flat, but her long sexy legs made up for it. Watching her walk was like touching silk, feeling the softness slide between your fingers. “A threesome?” Steve repeated looking at the pair of lesbians wondering what wickedness they had in mind.

“Am I that late?” Sheila asked placing a possessive hand on his shoulder. “I thought we were supposed to fuck each other at least once before we traded partners?”

“You heard the lady.” Steve said wrapping his arm around the newcomer a little thankful and a little disappointed when the odd couple left them to their own devices. “Want a drink?” Steve asked as the bartender approached.

“Gin and tonic.” She said smiling at him as their eyes met. “I thought it was supposed to be smoky in here,” she said laughing nervously, “The perfect place to study you across the room before I had to find the right words to say to you.”

“Any luck finding them?” he asked his blue eyes suddenly penetrating, perplexing.

“Will you fuck me?” she asked brazenly but her words had an almost shy undertone to them. Just like her to be confusing when she meant to be clear.

“Gladly,” he agreed finishing his drink letting her leave hers untouched as they made their way to the back of the club.

“Did you have time to check the place out?” she asked holding his hand, stroking the roughness of his palms, as her soft voice caressed him.

“Only the bar.” He admitted with a laugh as they reached a row of glass cubicles.

The scene captivated Sheila. Several couples, a few threesomes, and an occasional single were divided into tiny rooms. From her position, their sexual activities looked more like an art form than a personal experience. A man masturbating in one cubicle while watching a woman masturbate in the next. One lesbian with her head buried in another lesbian’s cunt while getting ass fucked. Two women on their knees greedily snapping at a huge cock being slapped in their faces. Another woman with a man buried deep in her dripping cunt sucking on another cock dipping in and out of her mouth. Couples who could not touch each other enough. Couples panting like dogs in the August heat. The smell of sweat mixed with cum. And Steve.
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Happy New Year

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On New Year’s eve of 1997 I experienced the most exciting sexual event of my life and I have never been the same since. A dull, boring lifestyle has been replaced with one of unceasing erotic pleasures. But I get ahead of myself, let me go back six months to tell you how this all unfolded.

It started last year with an invitation to a New Year’s party hosted by my wife’s boss. My wife, Joslyn, is a paralegal at a prestigious law firm here in Miami. Joslyn is a tall redhead, 5′ 9″, and has retained her shapely figure even after 15 years of marriage and two kids. Joslyn’s boss is a gorgeous but icy beauty named Eleanor who has a reputation as one of the toughest divorce attorneys in town. She must be tough because she has gone through three husbands and gotten rich in the process. I’ve often wondered what kind of woman really was underneath her ice queen demeanor, store-bought but spectacular breasts and long legs. I even began to visualize myself seducing her, breaking down her coldness in the process. In fact, I had begun to fantasize more and more about other women as Joslyn and I seemed to have sex only once in a blue moon. Lately, Joslyn seemed to need to work late almost every night of the week, leaving little time for intimacy. She would come in at 11 or 12 at night, hair mussed, wearing smeared make-up and go immediately to sleep with no explanation for her late hours other than “working on a case”. As the party date approached I felt less and less enthusiastic about spending New Year’s eve with a frigid wife and a bunch of stuffed-shirt attorneys. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

The party went along as expected, full of dull, repetitive legal talk, until many of the guests began to leave at about one a.m. I looked to Joslyn to see whether she was also ready to go when I heard a voice behind me say, “Why don’t you two stay for the party after the party? I’m sure you will find it interesting”. I turned to face Eleanor, the ice queen herself, who shocked the hell out of me by grazing her hand over my crotch as she walked by. I turned to Joslyn with a quizzical look that was greeted by a coy smile. What’s going on here, I wondered?
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Cum With Me To The Party

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Office Christmas parties. Penny really didn’t like them and never had. It all seemed so forced; getting together with people from work, even those you don’t particularly like, and having a few drinks and nibbling bits of warm chicken nuggets and cocktail sausages on sticks. She’d rather not even be there. But like many others, she felt it would look as if she was being antisocial if she stayed away. She sighed and took another sip from the glass of mediocre white wine she was nursing. She looked around the all-purpose meeting-dining-banquet room that her firm had booked again for yet another Christmas party. A few imitation holly wreaths and piped in jolly Xmas music as background to the bursts of laughter from the salesmen clustered round the open bar. She wondered which one would be first to grope the chairman’s wife or make an offensive remark to the CEO.

Unlike a lot of the female staff, Penny hadn’t made a particular effort to dress up for the party. There was no-one she needed to impress and she wasn’t interested in attracting the lecherous glances of liquored-up office boys or the red-faced old lecher from shipping.

Penny glanced at her watch and wondered how soon she could diplomatically slip away and get home to Mike. She was looking forward to an early night with him.

As she looked up, she was startled to see an attractive woman standing a few feet in front of her, looking her directly in the eyes. Penny couldn’t help staring back. The woman looked strangely familiar. Penny couldn’t place her but it felt as if they should know each other. She was aware of a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. The woman took a step closer, still staring at her as if trying to communicate silently.

The woman was perhaps just a little taller than Penny, the extra inch or two coming from the four-inch black leather pumps she was wearing. Then Penny noticed the woman’s shoulder- length hair, envying the strawberry blonde color with a hint of copper and gold.

Penny felt almost hypnotized by this strangely compelling creature. The woman was looking at her with an ironic smile beginning to play across her lips. She raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin, still staring into Penny’s eyes.
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Bachelor Party Surprise

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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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Gangbang Girl

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It was the night of my fraternity’s first party of the year, it was a a themed party called professors/ naughty schoolgirls. It was a coincidence that it was a party with my girlfriend’s sorority. She was so excited the week before to inform me that she would be a delta alpha. I couldn’t help but admit that I wouldn’t mind being able to spend time in her sorority house, they were definitely some of the hottest girls on campus.

My girlfriend Sarah fit that role. She had just turned 18 the previous summer and had an amazing body from being a cheerleader throughout high school. She was half Latin, half white 5’10” , 120 pounds with an amazingly phat ass and even phatter pussy. Her thick thighs begged to be licked. And her thick thighs were exactly what she was showing when I picked her and a few of her pledge sisters up for the party.

It was a warm night in August and these girls were wearing as little clothes as it seemed was legal.When we got to my frat house there were already a lot of people there and I took her to my room so she could put her purse there. I lived on the top floor, It’s a nice room with a view over looking my college town. Before we walked out i made sure to grab her and slide a couple fingers up her cunt, she had already been drinking and this made her jump on my bed and beg for me to fuck her.

I looked at her and sucked it all in. This thick, tan brunette wearing a tiny plaid skirt, white thigh highs, a small top rolled up to expose her stomach and glasses, with her dark brown hair in pigtails. I wanted to fuck her right then but her roommate ran in to drag her to the party. She said this would have to wait and said, “I’ll meet you here later baby” and grabbed my cock.

I followed the girls down to the party and began drinking. I was having such a great time flirting with all her sisters I lost track of Sarah. Last time I saw her she was talking to a few girls on the porch. I walked up the stairs to see if she had gone back to my room. As I walked down the hallway I realized my door was open, I walked in to see a few brothers and a couple of her sisters watching something in my room. To my surprise a girl was getting her pussy licked and sucking a dick at the same time. My excitement turned to shock when I focused my not entirely sober eyes and saw that it was Sarah with a dick in her mouth!
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Summer Job

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This happened two years ago. My favorite cousin and I graduated from high school and managed to get summer lifeguard (pool, not open ocean) jobs together at a ritzy beach resort on the Oregon coast. The resort provided us with a shared room, and two meals a day, so we were thrilled with the idea of being able to save a lot of money while working at a fun place. Since we both wanted to have cars to drive while we were at the resort, we agreed to drive separately from our home town in Southern Washington and meetup down at the resort. In addition to earning summer money, our goals were to get tanned and get laid a lot. Neither of us were virgins, but we hadn’t done a lot of exploration yet. I had had 5 different partners, she had had 4. We decided we would both get to at least 10 additional partners by the end of the summer. We figured we could misbehave sexually because we were away from home. Neither of us had ever had a one night stand – our partners were either boyfriends or at least close friends – but we decided that a series of one night stands were definitely on our lists of goals for that summer.

On the way, my water pump went out and I had to stay over night in a college town called Corvallis while my car was being fixed. I called my parents and cousin to let them know where I was, and checked into a mid priced motel. It was hot, so I decided to go swimming in the motel’s pool. I am considered to be quite pretty: people say I look like a Denise Richards. I’m just barely 5 feet tall, but nicely proportioned: I’m 103 lbs, with relatively long and very pretty legs, and a nice 33A-23-32 figure. I wish I had bigger breasts, but what I have are cute – nice shape and delicate brownish pink nipples. I swam for a while then laid out on one of the lounge chairs when I noticed a cute guy checking me out. I smiled and he took that as an invitation come talk to me. He went by TJ, initials for his name which I have forgotten over the past two years. He was a college junior, a member of a local fraternity, and he worked part time at the motel. I told him I was stranded overnight so he invited me to his frat party. I figured it was better than sitting in my room alone all night.

I went to the party in a cute crop top and a denim mini skirt which got me a lot of admiring looks. TJ was sweet and attentive. Eventually TJ and I ended up in one of the rooms upstairs. I thought “cool”, I was going to get an early jump on my summer sex quest. We made out for a while, got undressed, performed oral sex on each other, then fucked. What made this special was that TJ was the most well endowed guy I had met to that point. His penis was just over 9 inches, and so big around that my hand barely enclosed it. I was nervous about being penetrated by it since none of my previous partners was more than 6 inches in length. We really had to work at it just to get the head into my vagina. He took it slow and gently, and got about 2/3rds of the way in without much discomfort for me.
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