Year: 2010

Slut Wife Does My Friend

My wife Anna is 5’7″ tall with long black hair and deep brown eyes and has awesome long legs, and a playboy bunny ass. Her breasts are small and firm, but her nipples are incredibly long and sexy when she’s turned on. We’ve always been pretty open towards sex and have shared our fantasies with each other often during our lovemaking.

My number one fantasy has always been to see her pleasure and be pleasured by another man. Recently she has been fantasizing about being taken by a man while I am forced to watch. After much thought, I decided that the timing was right to make both our fantasies come true.

Last Saturday night I invited a good friend of mine named John to come hang out, drink a few beers and smoke some joints. I didn’t tell Anna he was coming by, instead I ran her a hot bath with bubbles and candles and wine….you know, the whole ball of wax. I know that usually after one of her special baths, she’ll put on a real sexy outfit for me and we will spend the evening making passionate love.
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Bouncy

Karen tapped Steffi on the shoulder and told her that Miss Peters wanted to see her in her office right away. Steffi finished buttoning her blouse and asked, “Did she say what she wanted?” “Nope,” shot back Karen as she hurried out of the locker room, “she didn’t seem upset or anything, she just wants to seeya!” “Christ,” muttered Steffi, “it’s lunch time and I’m being held over after gym class,” as she scooped up her towel and gym clothes and stuffed them in her back pack. “Karen said you wanted to see me,” Steffi remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Steffi, please sit down,” commented Miss Peters, “I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Steffi sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a matter of fact voice, Miss Peters began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your teen breasts seem to bounce much more than normal, I don’t know why, but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!” Steffi was dumbfounded at this line of inquiry, but she managed to nod her head in agreement and wait for the teacher to continue. “Now it’s quite evident that you have a much larger chest than most of the other girls in your class, but it’s important that you take proper care of your breasts so that they don’t begin to sag prematurely, so what I want to know is if you are wearing a proper sports bra during gym class,” Miss Peters asked? “Oh, yes,” Steffi replied quickly, “here it is,” she said while fishing it out of her back pack and handed it to Miss Peters who carefully studied the sweaty garment for several seconds before returning her gaze to Steffi. Of course, with a chest your size, this will not do at all,” she opined while flipping the gray bra back to Steffi, “this will not do at all.”
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Sam Has a Wild Night

My name is Samantha, but my friends call me Sam. I had been dating Jake for a little over a year and a half. We were both juniors at State University and had met at the end of our freshman year. He was a great guy who I was probably going to spend the rest of my life with, and the sex was absolutely amazing. Never once was there a dull moment and we always kept it exciting. This is the story of one of those nights.

I’ve always had a craving for girls that has gone unsatisfied. I love the way their skin feels to the touch, as soft as anything imaginable. Sometimes in class I would find myself daydreaming of someone I had met the weekend before, wishing I could sink my tongue into her mouth and explore her body with my hands. I had never told Jake this, because he would have pushed me to try it. It wasn’t that I needed a push, I needed the right girl. I wanted a girl who was like me, because after all, it wasn’t only for me, but for Jake too, but he didn’t know that. I knew his tastes and they complimented mine quite nicely.

You see, I’m about 5’7″ and well toned with a large B cup, shoulder length brown hair with killer hips. I mean my butt is my best asset and I love looking at ripe round asses. The only thing different about me that I like on a girl is long blonde hair. I love imagining that little tuft of barely visible blonde hair just above beautifully shaven lips. I have quite often amused myself at night to this and many similar thoughts.
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Housewifes Tale

Hi readers, this is my first time posting and it may be my last, but my life has changed over the past few years and I’m looking for an outlet for some memories. (I guess I am also looking for a way to replay them in my mind!) So here goes . this will be written as a letter from me to you.

First off I need to tell you a bit about me, not who I am today but who I was for the 7 years I spent chasing higher education. I had come from a small high school, where I did not deserve the reputation that I was given. The truth is, I fell in love and pursued those feelings. The trouble was that I fell for a boy with an inferiority complex (undeserved) who needed to act like a big man around his friends. Anyway, he talked and I paid the social cost. These things happen.

But they were not going to happen to me while I was in school. I am a fairly driven person and I had planned on competing in athletics, graduating near or at the top of my class, and getting accepted to a graduate program. A serious boyfriend would make this impossible by taking up time, making it difficult to apply to distant programs, and all the rest. So, no boys for me. No problem, right?

Wrong. It was easy for a while but eventually I missed the feeling of being on a date, of being held, of all of that. Well I was (and am) stubborn, so I hatched my own little plan that wouldn’t force me to go back on the promise that I had made to myself. Please don’t think poorly of me, but I decided to answer a few of those free adult Internet ads just for the attention.
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Christmas Post Party Bang

Kim and I were married in our early twenties, and by no means was she experienced in any way sexually, having been intimate with only me. In most ways it was great because she’d learned sex exactly the way I liked it. Still, I’d always thought she had a terrifically hot bod, and was pleased when I caught someone else taking notice of her charms. Deep down inside I always thought it would be hot to watch someone bury their bone deep inside her, and bring out the slut in my faithfully hot little housewife. Also I wondered if she’d ever thought about what it would be like, but of course she wouldn’t ever admit to something like that.

Kim is about 5’3 with long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and a smile that’d warm the cockles of your heart. It’s the rest of her body that warms most everything else. Despite her Italian heritage, she has the milkiest white skin, with huge perfect melon shaped tits. Rounding it all, she has killer thighs and just a great shape. I love it when she wears her boy shorts, or simply cutoffs with a tank top. Then again so does most all the guys I know.

Anyway, during the first year of our marriage, we decided to make as many Christmas parties as we could that season, mostly my friends, and of course the company parties. It was after her company Christmas party that our life changing event took place.
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The Wifes A Beach

Caroline loves to display herself on beaches, but won’t admit it. “Not another nude beach. I don’t think I could stand being perved at,” she said peevishly.

“Come on, darling. It won’t be too bad I promise.”

We set off down the track in the cane fields of Kauai. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she soon forgot her qualms. As usual, she had no bra on – no bikini top either, as we knew it was a nude beach. As a walked behind her, I massaged her tits, and then started unbuttoning her short. The lack of resistance told me she was already aroused, and soon she was parading down the track with her shirt open and her breasts swinging freely.

After ten minutes or so the track narrowed and descended to the beach through some ironwoods, a beautiful crescent shaped bay with white sand and wild surf, with no development in sight. There were two couples already there, both naked, plus the usual collection of gay men that seem to frequent these places. There were lots of nooks in the bushes, but the best ones were occupied by the gays. We couples had to content ourselves with the open beach. Both the others seemed to be enjoying themselves but looked shy.
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The Tits Next Door

I lived in an apartment complex in Los Angeles for several years. There was a woman who had moved in next door to me about four months ago, during the winter. I didn’t know a whole lot about her, since I worked at night.

I had never seen anyone else at her place, so I figured that she must live alone. I didn’t really care, either. I had been divorced for about five years, and didn’t really want to get involved with a female. I was content to rent an occasional big-tit video and beat my meat, watching the enormous melons on my television screen get covered by some enormous dick shooting cum all over them.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and it was my day off. I slept strange hours, and I seldom had any visitors. I was flipping the channels on the TV, looking for some tits on one of the cable channels, when there was a knock on the door.

I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and had on only a pair of loose shorts. I went to the door and pulled it open a crack. There stood my neighbor, in a short bath robe.
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Karate Gets Kinky

“Hai!” Hiroshi shouted, turning neatly in the air and kicking Daniel in the face with her small, bare foot. Daniel collapsed onto the mat, clutching his nose.

“Oh, sorry!” Hiroshi said, dropping to her knees beside Daniel. Her long black braid tickled against his neck as she pushed his hands aside and examined his nose. “You’re fine, you big baby.”

“It hurts!” Daniel complained, grinning at Hiroshi. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her on top of him. They wrestled on the thick blue mat until Daniel pinned Hiroshi under him. His cock was stiff, pressing against Hiroshi’s thigh through the fabric of his loose white pants.

Hiroshi giggled and then smiled, pressing her legs up against Daniel’s hard cock. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his prick jerked at the pressure. He was holding Hiroshi’s hands above her head, but she wriggled out easily and slid her cool fingers under his loosely belted jacket.
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Watching Them

Friday, I took a day off to lay in the sun. I live on the second story of an apartment complex. We all have small sun decks, hanging over the side of the apartment, a glass door takes you to the deck. There is a 5 foot tall wooden wall that seperates your deck, with you next door neighbors.

I was laying on my beach chair, when I heard my next door neighbor come out on his side. He is a single guy like me, but I could hear him talking to someone. There is a small knot hole in one of the boards that make up the wall between us. As I peeked over at him, I saw that he had a very pretty lady with him. The two of them sat in the chairs and where drinking cool drinks as they chatted with each other.

After maybe 15 minutes of talk, I was about asleep myself, I noticed things had got quiet over there.

I took another peek through the knot hole, they where making out!
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Making Candles Threesome

I couldn’t have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning. My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They were pretty, but didn’t impress.

Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could make candles after I finished my evening work. I baked bread at the time, you see, so I could pay for those little extras that made a college education fulfilling, like dope and gas money. I’d bake 100 or so loaves a night while studying. Making bread involves a lot of waiting around for yeast to rise. I think sex is a little like that, too, except for the waiting. Nancy’s call was a surprise because I didn’t think she was any more impressed with me than I was with her and her friend. But what the hell, the approach was unique and, besides, I figured candlemaking might be fun.

Does this sound corny to you, my friend? I mean it’s twenty years later, the times are different and we don’t do those things anymore but, really, nobody’d think it wierd to have two girls over to make candles twenty years ago. Now it sounds like a ridiculous come on. Then, it was normal. When I mentioned to some of folks that Bob and Anna’s friends were coming to make candles tonight, nobody blinked, nobody got sarcastic, nobody cared. It was normal.

They showed up at nine, Nancy in jeans and a check shirt, Sandy in virgin polyester. They took over the front room and started cooking paraffin, taking out boxes of equipment, dyes and things. I quickly realized I had no interest whatsoever in paraffin, dyes or candles. Nancy, on the other hand, was more and more intriguing. Somehow, our bodies made contact a little more often than statistics would predict. Her tits would brush, accidentally, on my arm as she turned. She backed her ass against me as I was pretending to be interested in melting candlewax, and then did it again, without arousing Sandy’s suspicion as far as I could see.
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