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I had gone to a bar with one of my girl friends who introduced
me to her friend Leslie. She was gorgeous, someone who I wish I
could look like. In any case, to make a long story short, we ended up
in bed together. I’m not a lesbian or bi, but somehow we both felt the
desire. I don’t know what happened, but it did. She first invited me
inside for a drink. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me.
When she sat down, my arm shook a little and I spilt my drink on my
skirt. She promptly grabbed a damp towel and started to wipe my
skirt. Of course I spilt the drink right over my crotch, so as she wiped,
I couldn’t help but start to feel a little excitement. Not only was my
skirt wet, but my g-string was beginning to get wet. I told her to stop,
and she asked half jokingly if she was getting me excited. I of course
told her the truth and said yes. She then lifted up my skirt to wipe the
underside, but as she did, she felt my g-string and noticed that it
wasn’t only my drink that I was wet from. She dropped the towel and
lightly touched my mound. (more…)

By this time I was hot knowing of things to come...as well as sweltering with the hot water pipes under this stifling apartment kitchenette. The sweat was trickling from my arms leaving stripes down my tee shirt. The back was equally soaked as well. My cock was comfortably hard in my old swim suit with my 7 inches of manhood stretching it to the limit. Finally when I could take no more I asked Pam to slide under and shine the light on the fixture. I stood up and with her not able to see I removed my swim shorts and damp tee shirt leaving only my sweaty bikini strap on.. my shiny buns exposed. Soon Pam stuck her head out to see what the delay was. I didn't give her time, for as soon as I saw the surprise on her face I quickly straddled her sticking my cock in her face. " What is goin..." He started to say... "just shut the fuck up and suck it!! I replied" Pam had no choice with her head pinned to the floor and my cock in her face.

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Pam seemed unusually helpful ,she sat rather close by North American standards and passed me the tools I needed to start the work. Rather than asking her for the tools in hand she placed them on my torso where I could reach them easier. I noticed her hands lingered a bit too long after the tool was placed. The hair from my crotch grew up past my navel and I could see Pamela looking at me intently out the corner of my eye. I knew there were hot gals all over but had never really known just who, but Pam was really getting turned on by this whole scene. I had never really cared who did what with who while growing up and I always had been a rugged individualist. This fit my northern new england upbringing. Doing this hot sweaty work under the counter on my back was sheer boredom and my mind soon started wandering. I thought of jerking off my big thick cock and how I loved watching the hot cummm spurt jucily from its throbbing shaft. Soon I felt a stirring in my crotch as my cock started stiffining. Worried about embarrassing myself I tried to think other thoughts but my cock kept growing on its own accord. Pam sure had noticed.... and the stiff nipples told me that my earlier presumption was in fact true. I had never had been with a southerner before but had often jerked off thinking about spurting some cummm into a mouth that was appreciative rather than some Bostonians face who made it obvious that she felt it was obligatory. I asked Pam to hold the light closer..she "accidentially" brushed my crotch with her hand as the light came closer, I thought I would cumm right there and knew that within moments I would have to unload the throbbing load that was lying heavy in my balls, after all it had been 3 days now! I played along with Pam and pretended to not know what she was up to..

I’ve been working for a large corporation for the last ten
years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of
college and finally worked my way up to middle management as
the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work
requires me to travel frequently, I’ve lived in nine
different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that’s
partially why I’ve never found the “right” girl to settle
down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the
biggest factor - is that I’m highly sexed and very
promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I’m always very
careful not to contract any social diseases, but I’ve still
been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many
different partners, both female and male. I really have no
preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I
enjoy it all. (more…)

He was shopping in a department store. He’d been there for two hours and
he was bored and drowsy. He was in the hardware department, looking for
some obscure sprinkler attachment. He wanted to get out of there, go home,
and kick back. Suddenly there was an intense flash in his peripheral
vision of a pretty women disappearing down an aisle. He followed her
greedily.

She was a teenager. She was showing off her sun-tanned legs by wearing
short shorts. She walked gracefully like a cat. Her flawless bronze skin
flowed over curves and muscles. She wore sandals on her small feet, with
long decorative laces that criss-crossed up around her ankles and calves
like bondage straps, and were finally tied with an elaborate bow just below
the knee. Her toenails were painted carefully. The tops of her feet were
just as dark brown and smooth as her legs, but the bottoms were cream-
colored and crinkly. He stared hungrily at her high-arched insteps; the
border where the color and texture changed. For some reason those dainty
two-tone feet of hers fascinated him like nothing else. (more…)

I guess I hung there for over half-an-hour and now that
tube they had left in me was still hurting like hell. It was
getting to the point that every breath I took made it hurt, so
I was doing my best to take short shallow breaths. I was just
wishing that someone would come in to check on me for any
reason, just come in so I could see another face.

Finally, the door opened and everyone came in that was in
the house. The women came over to me and the men sat down in
chairs around the room. The Bitch whose home it was did the
talking at this point, and what she had to say I didn’t like
one bit. She began by saying how she felt about her sweet
husband and that she wanted to do every thing she could to
show how much she loved him. She said she felt real horny now
and that the others felt as she did. She said that in order to
to prove it they were going to put on a little show for them. (more…)

Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of
Pennsylvania. Mid-30’s, married with two children, dedicated to his
job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments,
credit cards, saving for the kids’ weddings, you name it — and now
Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room
rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of
Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers,
which wasn’t much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn’t make
that much money. (more…)

They were out of instant pudding mix. She shrugged her shoulders and
began walking out of the store. But a cute hunk of a checker
caught her eye at checkstand 4. She sauntered over, deftly snapping
up a pack of Juicy Fruits out of the rack along the way. She gingerly
placed the pack down on his conveyor belt and it inexorably rolled up
to his waist.

He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little
too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little
embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out
of her eyes as she looked up again.

He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked
it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his
rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then
pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking
up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could
feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with
that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached
into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her
coin purse. (more…)

A few months ago my wife of three months, Adelaide, and I were relaxing in bed
after having made love. Adelaide snuggled up next to me and whispered, “Honey
would you like to fuck my ass tonight?” I looked at her, eyes wide in amaze-
ment, and managed to mumble an affirmative response. My lovely bride rolled
on top of me and with a devilish grin began to French-kiss me.

We spent a few frenzied minutes in foreplay ending with my wife lying on her
stomach and me nibbling on her delicious asscheeks. When it was time,
Adelaide moved to the middle of the bed and slowly got up on her knees,
resting her head on a pillow and lifting her beautiful bottomin the air. I
was sitting on the edge of the bed spreading lubricant on my penis when I
heard my wife call my name. (more…)

You can hear me rummaging in the closet, doing who knows what, when you
hear me call out to you, “John, come here and see what I found!” You come
into the bedroom and find me sitting on the floor of the closet in front
of the hope chest, digging through its contents. “Look!” I say as I hold
up my high school cheerleader outfit. “Remember when I used to wear this?
I wonder if it still fits.”

“Oh yes, honey, I remember you in THAT! God, how I wanted to fuck you
then, but you were always with that football player, what’s his name,
Jack or Jock.”

“His name was Jake, and you were always off with Cheryl anyway. I
wanted you then too, only you never seemed interested. God! I used
to watch you sitting there in the bleachers, hoping you would look at
me and catch a glimpse of my panties as I jumped up and down doing my
cheers. My panties were always wet at those games, from wanting you
so much and wishing you would notice me. I would have done anything
to get you away from Cheryl and have you then!” (more…)

“Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. So how’s your day now? Still
having a ‘bad day’?” I giggle.

“I’m having a wonderful day,” you murmur gently, a soft breathiness
coloring your voice.

“Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I taunt,
giggling again.

“UH oh,” you smile in response.

“Oh dear!” I sigh. “I forgot. I brought home some work I have to
read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean up this stuff from dinner,
and I’ll get started on that work. You could go relax, read the
paper, or take a shower or something. Sorry love, it’s just a few
hours of reading. I’ll make it up to you later if you are patient.”
You sigh as well, but smile when you detect the mischievous sparkle
in my eyes. “The nite is not yet over,” you think to yourself.

I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation to dress, and feel your
hand on my arm. “No honey, don’t put those back on. Go put on that
red and black thing, you know, the one with the black lace trim and
those little red ties down the front.” (more…)

When he knocked on the door, she was ready for him. She had (more…)

It had all started when Ralph suggested the we go into Chicago
and see if we could pick-up someone else on the Strip. I didn’t
really want to, but I knew Ralph wanted to screw someone else
and I was willing to go along with him. So Ralph had dropped me
off and gone out cruising for some girl to pick up.

I had wondered around, watching people, talking to some of them,
and somewhere along the line I found myself walking arm and arm
with some strange man. He was pleasant to talk to and I didn’t
realize we were going anywhere in particular until we walked
into a parking garage.

“What are we doing here?” I asked myself as we waited for the
elevator.

He put his arms around me. “Would you like to come with me?”
he said, just before his lips met mine. My heart began pounding
and I felt his hot tongue probing gently between my lips. I
knew what he meant. Come to bed with him. Let him screw me. (more…)

I didn’t actually see the new neighbors moving into the house in
back of mine, but I sure hear them. I had been crashed out for
about an hour after a night of furious BBSing when the yelling and
banging began. I squinted at the clock — 6:00 am! I staggered to
my feet to close the sliding glass balcony door.
The lights were all blazing in the house across the back, so I
had a clear view of the chaos. Three men in brown coveralls were
racing around carrying boxes and furniture, getting in each
other’s way, doing a lot of yelling, dropping things and banging
into walls and doors. I was still in a foul mood, but when I took
a look down at the pool, I suddenly felt better. A lot better.
Two goddesses were standing side by side at the edge of the
pool, quietly conversing. They had their arms around each others
waists as they gazed into the water. One was a tall black woman
who looked like a cross between Grace Jones and Florence Griffith-
Joiner; the other was a shorter oriental woman with long black
hair that fell to her ass. (more…)

I watched Arnet suck her thick milkshake through a straw, she
puckered like a fish. Prickly’s makes the best, thickest shakes this
side of Screw City and the best, but from my perspective, it was
better to watch a girl suck the phallic straw. Arnet stopped to
gasp for air and looked up. Her forest-green eyes stared me
down.
“You like?” she asked.
“I like.”
She smiled. Arnet had a beautiful mouth. She had the classic
D-smile. Her lower lips were much fuller and more round than her
thinner upper lip, so when she smiles, you see a cute crescent of
ivory teeth. Beautiful like sunshine, she was. Quickly tucking a
strand of coppery hair behind her delicate ear, she went back to
attempting to inhale solid with her chest heaving and bellowing:
soft breasts, round and full. If not for her bustier, they
probably would have been a bit top heavy. But with, she was a
bomb. (more…)

My wife, Andrea, is still a knock-out at 35. Dark, flaming red hair,
green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She is as close
to a nudist as I’ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much
she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house and I
loved it.
One day, I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the
same time as the paperboy. He’s a nice, good-looking kid around 15 or 16
and we said our hellos and he gave me the paper. At the same time, Andrea
opened the door and stood there, stark naked! The paperboy got a huge grin
on his face as his eyes took in my wife’s great body. Andrea slammed the
door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face. (more…)