• First Time at The Frat House

    “Tony,” yelled Brian. “Come over here.”

    From across the crowded frat house basement, I hear Brian call and walked over through the crowd. The crowd was thinning though. It was 1:30 in the morning, and even though it was a Friday night, some people were heading out early since the next night was a themed party and everyone knew they’d be back and out until at least four in the morning for it.

    Brian was standing with a very hot blonde who was wearing a loose t-shirt and a very low cut skirt.

    “Tony,” said Brian. “This is Cindi. Cindi, this is Gudzinya. You oughta let him get in ya.”

    He laughed. He’d said that to so many girls in the basement of this frat house trying to get me laid. And he could never remember how to pronounce my last name, which is Getculli. But as many girls as he’d said it to, everyone always figured he was just being his usual self—the comedian.

    “Okay,” said Cindi.

    We both looked at her. Neither of her had expected her to give that answer.

    I felt myself grow hard. I was really hoping I had heard her correctly.

    “Well what are you waiting for, man. Take her upstairs.”

    I was lucky I had my own room. I’d only just joined the fraternity a few weeks back in the semester, but there was an open room in The House and I was invited to move in and get out of the dorm.

    I put my arm around Cindy’s shoulder and began walking her to the stairs leading out of the basement. As we walked away, Brian grabbed my hand and put it onto her ass, under her skirt. I could feel the string of her thong panties.
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  • My Wife The Cum Slut

    Shelly always maintained that the best part of sex was the gooey feeling that a load of fresh cum left between her legs. “Hmm, I can feel it squish round inside my cunt and then start to run down my thighs,” she would say after a good seeing to.

    I always maintained that the best part of sex was feeling her cunt just after some guy or guys had freshly filled it. That and the anticipation of waiting for her to return home, wondering exactly what she was up to, how many men there were, had they stripped her off completely, was she sucking a cock. The feeling in the pit of my stomach as I waited for her was just pure agony.

    It all started after watching a program on hookers. One of the girls was about the same age and build as Shelly and she had started her call girl career by designing her own web site. Within weeks she was doing three to four punters a week and earning about £500. “Blimey, if she can earn that with her fat figure, imagine what blokes would pay to fuck you,” I said as we cuddled up together on the sofa. “Would you really like me to fuck other men?” she asked, running her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got until the bulge had turned into a tent. “You bastard,” she joked, grabbing my hard on, “it’s actually turning you on isn’t it, you really would like me to be a whore. Perhaps you’d like to think of me doing this.” She unzipped my flies and pulled my rampant cock free. It was heaven as her tongue lashed round the rim before taking the first few inches in her mouth.

    “Oh yeah, that’s it babe, suck it real good, just imagine I’m some bloke in a hotel room and your sucking his cock.” She was kneeling on the sofa beside me, her short skirt riding high on her thighs showing a tantalising glimpse of black stocking. I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the nylon. “Just think, some total stranger would be doing this to you as you sucked his fat cock.” I let my fingers drift over her cunt mound causing her to moan in pleasure. “Would you like that, would you like him to touch your cunt as you suck him?”
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  • Under The Table

    James pulled the big Chrysler to the front entrance of the Ritz Carlton, then turned his head and chuckled as he watched Louisa pull down the visor mirror to check her makeup for perhaps the tenth time during the short drive from the office to the hotel.

    “You look beautiful,” he said, and Louisa blushed at such an effusive comment coming from her boss, a recently-divorced man twenty-five years her senior. He looked pretty damned nice as well, she thought, in his dark blue suit and red tie. She was the first to admit that she loved a man in a suit, and he filled his out perfectly. The invitation had said ‘cocktail attire’; she hadn’t known what that meant, but hoped her green halter dress and black shawl would not be out of place.

    It was the MAEM Awards. Though she’d asked repeatedly, Louisa couldn’t remember what the acronym stood for, but she knew it had something to do with marketing. She had only worked at the magazine for a month or so when James asked if she’d like to attend the dressy shindig with the rest of the staff, and naturally, she had said yes. Not because she gave a rat’s ass about the advertising business, of course, but because it would give her an opportunity to make her move. After tonight, she might well be unemployed, riding the next bus back to Indiana. But after weeks of analyzing and fanaticizing, she was ready to risk it all.

    Inside, about six hundred people, mostly impossibly attractive, impeccably dressed and coifed advertising executives, packed the Grand Hall, milling about and making liberal use of the bar. The theme was something Spanish-related, apparently, as a salsa band blared and flamenco dancers whirled on a raised platform at the front of the room. Then, directed by some imperceptible signal, everyone broke from their chatty clusters to array themselves at tables of ten. Louisa slid into the chair beside her boss as the lights dimmed, a massive screen appeared, and what promised to be an interminable multimedia presentation of winners began.

    “Get comfortable – this is going to take a while,” he said to her as he poured her a glass of wine. Had he been keeping track, he would have realized it was her fourth.

    Beneath the table, James’s legs bumped Louisa’s, but neither of them pulled back or muttered apologies. They were knee to knee, wool suit pants touching silken leg. Impulsively, beneath the folds of the tablecloth, Louisa gently put her hand on his upper leg and squeezed.

    James glanced at her, a bit surprised, and smiled. Louisa smiled in return and moved her hand slightly, a bit higher.
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  • Best Friends Share Everything

    Sarah and V have been best friends for more than 15 years. They do everything girls do together. Lay out by the pool. Go see movies. Go out to eat. On this afternoon, V and her husband, Joe, came over because the ladies where going out for an afternoon of shopping in town while their husbands watched a game on TV.

    They wasted no time in getting their afternoon started. Sarah grabbed a few beers for the road and headed for the door.

    “See you boys later.” V said.

    “You girls going partying?” Joe asked.

    They giggled and devilishly answered, “Uh huh. We sure are. Don’t wait up boys.” With that they locked arms and bounced out of the house, laughing all the way to the car.

    Sarah stopped in front of the car as V rounded the other side. “You know they wonder about it.”

    They got in and V looked over at Sarah. “Yeah. I’ve wondered what Joe would say if… Isn’t it fun to keeping them wondering.”

    They gave each other that secret grin and Sarah backed out of the driveway.

    “So where are we going?” V asked.

    “I thought we’d go into town, do a little shopping and grab a bite around six o’clock. Um… And then maybe go pick up a guy or something. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
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  • Locker Room Blow Off

    It was late. The college locker room was nearly empty and Jimmy was the last person in the showers. Jimmy’s a good-looking guy. He’s very muscular, but not bulky, and has dark brown hair. He turned off the water and ran his hands down over his pecs and abs, sliding the water off his body. He looked around and realized someone had taken his towel. As he walked around the lockers, he came upon a sight too incredible to believe.

    Kelly and April, two cheerleaders were on their knees giving blowjobs to his friends. These girls were sorority sisters and college seniors. In fact, Kelly was a teacher’s aid in one of Jimmy’s classes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. They were hot, both blonde with blue eyes and perfect bodies. Their large supple boobs rocked back and forth as their heads bobbed on the engorged cocks in front of them. None of Jimmy’s friends even acknowledged his presence.

    Jimmy felt his dick grow and thought he’d see if he could join them. Jimmy walked over and stood next to Andy. Now Andy is the assistant coach and is little older than the others, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. Pecs, abs, and a light trail of light brown hair from his navel down his washboard lower abs to his large erect dick. He was stroking his cock with his right hand and never looked up. Every once and a while he would jiggle it and April would take it in her mouth.

    Beside Andy were Billy and Robbie, twins. The only way you could tell these two apart was because Billy had darker hair. Otherwise, even naked these two are identical with baby blue eyes and the same hairstyle. Billy was caressing his body as April went all the way down on his hard shaft. It was strange; they both seemed to get off on seeing each other get blown. Then April grabbed Robbie’s cock and double sucked them. Both guys rocked their hips forward tensing their six-pack abs as April slobbered all over their cocks.
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  • Drive In Memories

    I guess everyone my age has some drive in memories. I have a lot actually but one night in particular stands out in my mind. It was 1966 and I was a newly liberated young woman of 19, all graduated from High School and on my way in life. I’d managed to land a job as a stewardess and was preparing to move to Minneapolis to start work. My boyfriend Bob wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of losing his “Hot blond surfer girl” as he called me, but I was thrilled at the upcoming opportunity.

    The night in question began rather awkwardly. My little sister Crissy had been seeing a boy and, after two dates to chaperoned high school events, they wanted to go to the drive in to see a movie. Our mom wasn’t too keen on the idea. I don’t know why she was so protective of Crissy. Maybe it’s because they look so much alike. My sister has small, almost non-existant tits but with large firm nipples that are actually flat on the tip. Her butt is rather prominant and she sports a shock of curly red hair. She doesn’t think so, but she’s actually really cute. Our mom has similar features and, though her hair has lost it’s color, she was a redhead too at a younger age.

    Anyway it was decided that we would “Double” to the movies. “She just might need a little looking after Debbie.” My mother told me.

    Oh Great. Just what I wanted. Babysit my little sister on probably my last night with Bob before I left for Minnesota. My mother was adamant and I knew I couldn’t change her mind. Bob, as you might imagine, was similarly disappointed. “She’s 18 for God’s sake! Can’t we ditch them?” he hissed.

    At a drive in? Besides, we were taking my sister’s date’s car. It was a big ’65 Ford Galaxy so there would be plenty of comfortable seating. That’s just fine and dandy except Bob and I didn’t exactly want to “Sit.”

    So Bob met me at our house and we waited for Crissy’s date, Matt to show up. Crissy was wearing a typical outfit for her: A short green dress that did nothing to accentuate her positive features, no bra since she didn’t really need one, and, I assumed, white cotton schoolgirl panties. The only kind we were “Allowed” to wear.

    Matt finally showed up and I was surprised to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome standing there when my mom opened the door. I wondered why he was interested in Crissy who rarely dated and was introverted and shy by nature. He extended his hand and squeezed mine when we were introduced. His dark brown eyes just burned into mine!

    “Crissy you didn’t tell me your sister was Kim Novak!” he joked. He really was a hunky guy! I guess they’d been assigned as lab partners in chemistry class and developed a little chemistry of their own! Bob and Matt knew each other from the track team so the four of us actually got along pretty well.

    We headed out for the Sepulveda drive in which was considered the local “Passion Pit.” We’d told our mom we were going to a walk in theatre just to appease her but…nah! The conversation was flowing as we drove along and Matt spoke to me several times, always calling me by my name, which was…nice.

    The movie we went to see, Alfred Hichcock’s “The Birds” is now considered a classic but I really didn’t think it was so great back then. Especially when Bob took me in his arms and began to french me right there in the back seat. I forgot all about my little sister and her date in the car with us and eagerly returned his kisses. We both felt the urgency of our now limited remaining time together. I reached for his cock and wasn’t at all surprised to find that it had already hardened in his pants. Oh my God! what could we do?

    My little sister, whom I assumed was still a virgin, and her boyfriend whom I’d virtually just met were only a few feet away in the front seat! Matt had his arm around Crissy and they seemed to be engrossed in the movie. With my heart racing, I unzipped Bob’s slacks and reached for his cock, hoping a hand job could be discreetly accomplished here in the back seat.
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  • Wendys Audition

    Wendy was an aspiring actress. She moved to New York when she was 19 and spent two years trying to get a break into showbiz. She desperately wanted to be a stage actress, with the respect and professionalism that is admired throughout the entertainment world. But New York, just like LA is filled with aspiring actresses, all vying for the same roles.

    It wasn’t that Wendy wasn’t attractive. As a tall brunette, 36c, tomboyish frame, off-the-farm fresh good loks, Wendy definitely turned her fair share of heads as she walked down the street. On most days she wore her hair up, especially on auditions as she wanted to be as versatile as possible. It was on her current audition that she realized just how versatile she’d have to be. She had told her temp agency she couldn’t come into work and took the subway to an off-off-off (might as well been in Jersey) Broadway theater.

    The ad for the audition didn’t say too much about the production and none of her friends had ever heard of the theater, but she was desperate to get some performances under her belt so she would be taken more seriously at other auditions. As she walked up to the theater she noticed several of the other actresses – all attractive, various ages, various sizes. It was the nature of an open call, all of these women were desperate on some level to perform.

    Wendy signed in with the assistant over seeing the group and tried to get some information from him regarding the nature of the play, what roles were open, anything, but all the assistant would say is “the director will give you all the information you need.” He then handed her a form to fill out for the director to look at during the audition.

    Wendy took a seat and started going over the form. Most of the questions were what was to be expected: name, date of birth, experience, but some of them were a bit odd: Are you a virgin?, Have you ever done a nude scene?, Would you be adverse to doing a nude scene for a play?

    She hesitated and decided that it wasn’t like it was a movie, it was a play in an out of the way theater that no one would ever see. So she indicated she would be willing to do a nude performance.

    The auditions were moving quick. Most women went to the stage and returned minutes later rushing out of the theater. When they called Wendy’s name she took a deep breath and walked down the hallway and onto the stage. There were maybe 8 people sitting in the front row. One of them flipped through a stack of papers.

    “What is your name, honey?”

    “Wendy, Wendy Carlson.”

    “Ah, here you are,” he said as he plucked on piece of paper from the small pile. “Let me see, it says here you’ve only done amateur productions with one bit part at the Tyler Theater.”

    “That is correct.”

    “It also says here that you are willing to perform nude.”

    “Uh,” Wendy hesitated.

    “Well, are you or aren’t you?”
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  • Twisted Twister

    The bar had been heaving that night, but that was typical for a Saturday night in a city center. Thankfully, the boss, Darren was conveniently oblivious to our drinking behind the bar, and with me being the only girl working behind the bar that night I got more than a few drinks from the regulars.

    By closing time I was more than a little tipsy and when the offer of a game of Twister cropped up in a conversation I didn’t need to be asked twice and stumbled down into a cellar to find the box. I grabbed it and started walking back into the main bar, Darren had gone into the office, which meant usually one of two things, he was going to count his money and do paperwork, or to get pissed or high, either way he’d be in there till the early hours, before stumbling up some secret stairs to his apartment during the early hours.

    The clean up got forgotten pretty quickly once I opened the box and laid down the mat, clumsily attaching the spinner to the little board. There were four of us left, me, Ben who’s tall, blond and skinny, a bit of a pretty boy, he volunteered to spin. Jon, he’s a metal freak, tall, well built, spiky dyed red hair, and a lip piercing. Finally there was Mark, slightly shorter and quieter than the other two, but no less cute.

    We took our place on the board, I had Jon to my left and Mark to my right Ben sat sprawled on a chair in front of me.

    “Faith should go first, then Mark, then Jon.” Ben said already taking the first spin, “right foot red.” I placed my leg down giggling. “Mark, left foot green.” Mark’s leg crossed over mine a touch with sent a shiver through my spine every time it happened. Jon’s right hand went on blue knotting us more.

    After several minutes I was almost doing the crab, I had Mark’s arm right between my legs and Jon’s arse almost in my face. I felt Mark’s forearm rubbing me, making me damp, Ben quickly became aware of what was going on and began to fix to game so that the Mark and Jon got gradually closer, my legs were spread revealing my black thong under my tiny skirt. I was getting wetter and the guys, harder.
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  • Taking Stress Out Of Business Travel

    It had already been a hell of a business trip, but we were finally nearing the end of the long haul. Dean, Linda and I had travelled from vendor to vendor, each of them desperately trying to impress us with their products. Each vendor in turn had taken us to visit reference customers who were clearly only putting up with our visits out of politeness to the vendors.

    We had tried to minimise the stress of days filled with business visits and almost non-stop travelling by ensuring that we were booked into good hotels each night, but this had not really helped much – we arrived so late each evening and left so early the following morning that we got no time to appreciate any individuality they might offer.

    We had definitely had enough.

    This evening was not only almost the end of the trip; it was also our first real opportunity to relax. Our reference visit had completed at a sensible time and for a change we didn’t have a vendor insisting on taking us out for dinner. We were even spending our second consecutive night in the same hotel – absolute bliss.

    Returning to the hotel by mid-afternoon we agreed to settle into our rooms and then to meet again an hour or so later. With our first real spell of leisure time on our hands we went for a slow wander through the streets of the city interspersed with a few drinks in local bars. Our walk conclude with a good meal at a nearby restaurant during the course of which we all shared a few of bottles of wine.

    By 10 o’clock we were back at the hotel rested, cheerful and weaving only slightly. Dean decided he was too tired to want to do anything other than get an early night and, making his excuses, he headed off to his room.

    As Dean headed off I said to Linda, “I fancied another drink myself, are you retiring too, or can I offer to buy you a drink?”

    Several drinks later we were still at the bar, it was starting to get late and the bar was emptying out. The conversation had turned to TV and how little there seemed to be that was worth watching. Suddenly Linda said, “It’s so bad not even the porn channels are worth watching.”

    For a moment I wondered if I had heard her properly, so trying to keep my expression as normal as possible I replied, “You’ve done an extensive survey on them then, have you?” I felt this was sufficiently neutral to avoid embarrassing her if I had heard her wrongly.

    “Well I wouldn’t call it extensive. We’ve hardly had much time on our own in these hotels, but I’ve seen enough to know that as porn goes it’s a long way from the best.”

    I had heard correctly.

    What I said was, “You don’t seriously watch porn on the hotel TV do you? Don’t you worry about what will appear on your bill?” but in reality I was stunned by her frankness. Although I had not worked with her much I knew she had a reputation for being a hard-working, ambitious career woman known for her dedication to the projects on which she worked. Watching pornography was an activity which just didn’t fit in with this image and admitting to it seemed even more out of kilter.

    She didn’t appear at all put out by my obvious astonishment. She simply shrugged her shoulders and said, “Why shouldn’t I watch it? It just appears on the bill as a movie and as I’ve been away from home for more than a week for the company I don’t see why they can’t pay a little bit towards relieving the boredom.”

    “But you just said it’s not very good, so why bother?”

    Not only did she not seem put out by the question but she looked amused as she answered, “it may not be the best, but it’s better than nothing when you’ve been on the road for over a week.” She looked at me speculatively and went on “don’t tell me you never get bored or frustrated on a trip like this?”

    I wasn’t used to a woman I hardly knew speaking so openly but then both of us were far from sober by this time and the alcohol kept any embarrassment at bay. I responded, “Bored and frustrated, well yes to a degree, but I don’t know, I’ve just never …” I left the sentence unfinished as I struggled to think of a response and instead challenged her in return, “… anyway how do you know it’s not that good? Lots to compare it with have you?”
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  • Co-Op Ed

    I’ve had sex with eight girls so far in my life. Almost of all of them have been decently long relationships. It was not until the summer before I moved to Berkeley that I really understood what it meant to take it easy, you know, not get too excited when dealing with girls who like you. Man, I wished I had learned that lesson sooner, but I’m happy just so long as I had learned it.

    As you have guessed, I am living in Berkeley, and I decided upon the advice of my friends to skip the dorms and move straight into the co-ops. That was probably one of the best decisions of my life. So let me tell you about my “Welcome Week,” my first week at my new co-op.

    I was feeling awkward like a one-legged flamingo, let me tell you. I grouped with all the other new people as we watched the old clones break glass bottles against the wal and scream bloody murder, loving every second of it. Oh Franzia, you helped me so well those first few days. But I don’t want to talk about those days. I want to talk about that one night. That one night that forever endeared me to the co-ops.

    “Hi, I’m Will.” I said to this girl I had yet to have the courage to talk to before. We were at a co-op apartment complex, where a former resident of my house was having a damn fine party. Lots of alcohol, beer, it was nice to say the least. And after the alcohol drove away my sorry insecurities, I was ready to talk to my new, beautiful, housemates.

    “I’m Sarah, nice to meet you. Did you move into {co-op which I will keep nameless}?

    “Yeah, I decided to skip the dorms, since I transferred in. How do you like it?”

    “You’re going to have so much fun, this is, like, the best place to live.” I nodded, smiling, trying desperately to think up something intelligent and humorous to say in response. Nothing came to my mind. Luckily, almost godsent-like, another girl came up and interjected.

    “Hey Marian, we’re thinking about driving over and breaking into Ridge’s hottub, do you want to come?”

    Marian, (so I have named her, the names have been changed to protect the innocent) says “Hell yeah, lets get that shit started.”

    I, of course, am disheartened. Not five minutes after I start talking to this, this, this 5’9″ beautiful, busty, extremely hot girl who back in my home town I never dreamed of having a chance with, this other extremely hot girl comes up and starts stealing her away from me. I prepare myself for disappointment, when the bright sun shines down on me.

    “Hi, I’m Megan,” says the girl who just showed up, turning towards me. She had dark brown hair, and large brown eyes that bore into me like a soggy cliché. “Would you like to come with us?”

    “Um, yes.” That was it, that’s all I had the sense or the gumption to respond with. Here I was, new to the area, new to the experience, and already there were two hot, no, fucking hot, girls asking me if I wanted to go hottubbing with them. “Sure, I’ll go along.” I lamely replied.
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