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  • 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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  • 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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  • Steamy Wife Steamy Fucking

    We were on our way to the beach. It was a beautiful day and I was so excited! My husband and I needed to relax, he has been working so hard lately! My poor husband. We’ve been married only six months and it seems he’s had to work night and day since then. I love him, but I miss him. Especially I miss him at night! And especially since we’re trying to get pregnant. It seems like we’ve only had sex a couple of times since we got married. And since I had saved myself for him, that’s all I’ve had in my life. But his work is important to him. He’s the head maintenance man and the local college and since it’s an old place it needs him too.

    But today was his day off, even though there was a big basketball game at school. I know he was nervous about not being there, but like I said we both needed it.

    We were getting close to the beach and still the traffic was moving. My husband, naughty guy, suggested I change into my suit in the car so we could swim when we got there. Well, I wasn’t going to take the chance of someone seeing me naked! Fortunately, I had worn my bikini under my clothes, so I didn’t have to disappoint him totally. First I took of my blouse, revealing the little bit of fabric that held up my breasts (not that they needed much holding up). I bought the bikini on our honeymoon and wanted to surprise him today. Boy was he surprised! Then I lifted my butt from the seat and shimmied out of my shorts, revealing my equally minimal bikini bottom. “Do you think you should wear that in public?’ he asked. “Silly, it’s the beach. Everyone will have something like this if not less,” I told him. I was hoping that I was right, ’cause I was kind of nervous myself about it.

    Then it happened. His beeper, his cursed beeper, had to go off. God I hated that thing. “Oh god honey, I’m sorry” he said. “The page says there’s an emergency in the gym and they need me.” I didn’t argue, because it’s not my place and because I knew it wouldn’t do any good. So he turned the car around and headed for the college.

    When we got to the gym, he took my hand and brought me inside. “I don’t want any of these college guys seeing you like this!” he said. I’m only 22 so I still look like I belong in college, but I knew what he meant. Of course I loved my husband and wouldn’t give a second thought to some college geek who tried to hit on me. So inside we went. When we got inside, one of his men was waiting for him. It took him a minute to explain what was going on because he kept stopping and staring at me. I guess my bikini wasn’t meant for this place! Anyway, he explained to my husband that there was a steam leak in the hot water heater in the visitors’ locker room and the visiting team couldn’t get enough hot water to shower. We were standing outside the visitors room and I could hear the guys yelling and complaining. “Wait here,” my husband told me. “I’ll be right back.” And in he went with the guy who met us at the door.

    “C’mon honkey, I need a shower!” I heard someone yell when they entered. That wasn’t nice language, I thought to myself. What must the white guys on his team think of him, I wondered.

    I was waiting only a short time when I distinctly heard my husband yell as if he were hurt. Without thinking, I ran into the locker room, and that’s when everything changed. Standing in front of me were more black men than I could count, most of them stark naked! I couldn’t believe the size of their penises! I mean I assumed my husband was an average size, since his was the only one I’d seen. But so many so big! I stood, mesmerized. Then I heard a hissing sound, and it shook me from my hypnosis. “Honey, are you alright? I called.

    “Yes, I’m fine. I cut myself on a pipe, but I’ll be OK. I need to get this leak stopped,” he replied. Slowly, the room was filling with steam. The vision in front of me was awesome. Men and men and men, all black, all naked, and all with huge (should I say it?) – dicks – staring at me as I stared back. And then it started to happen. The ones closest to me, they were all I could see by then, started to get excited! I watched as one black dick after another began to harden and rise. Oh My! I couldn’t believe how much there was. These were giant men and had giant (oh my god) – cocks! And still the room filled with steam until it was getting hard to see anything. I was a little disappointed because I sure was enjoying the show!
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  • Head Cheerleaders Virgin Ass

    The year was 1994. I was 18 years old and about to graduate high school. The prom was only a week away and I did not have a date. I was an average looking guy. I was 5’10, 190 lbs, short dark hair, and dark eyes with a decent build. I guess my best quality was tucked away in my pants. My dick was nearly ten inches long and very thick. Having had a girlfriend in private school for three years, whom I had just broken up with, word had not really spread throughout school about my goods.

    Through out my senior year I was in love with the Jeanine. She was the captain of the cheerleaders, the Student Government President and had been elected homecoming queen easily back in the fall. However, she had been dating this guy named Dan and I figured since they had been together for two years, they were never breaking up.

    Much to my surprise the week of the prom, Jeanine & Dan broke up and Jeanine was now dateless to the prom. I seized my opportunity and asked her to go. Since we were friends and she knew, I too was coming out of a relationship, she figured we would have fun.

    The night of the dance, Jeanine looked gorgeous. Decked out in a black strapless dress, that ended two inches above the knee, her 34 C tits were well accented and of course her blonde hair and blue eyes started giving me dirty thoughts as soon as she opened her front door. To make matters worse, Jeanine was wearing this sexy red lipstick and all I could think about was what it would be like to have her luscious lips wrapped around my dick.

    I got a limo for Jeanine and me since she did not want to go with her friends because Dan would be there with his date. I took her to dinner and then off we went to the prom. In the limo we shared a bottle of wine and we were both feeling very good as we entered the prom. I was loving life considering I had the hottest girl in school on my arm.

    Jeanine was also a member of the school dance team so needless to say she was a fun date. It was during the song Rump Shaker by Wrecks N Effects that I knew our night might get interesting. Freak dancing was huge at the time and during this song I was behind Jeanine who of course at the start of the song was grinding her ass on my cock. I could not stand it and got full erect almost immediately. Jeanine reached one hand behind my neck and pulled me in and whispered into my ear, “Easy tiger.” As that song ended a slow dance came on and of course Dan came over and asked if he could cut in. Jeanine said no, and of course Dan made a scene. I suggested he go back to his date but instead he pushed me. So I clenched my fist and clocked him in the nose. Jeanine smiled and thanked me, a few others patted me on the back, but the principal suggest I leave.
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  • Coed Showers

    “See you tomorrow morning Nicki,” Leah yelled as she headed to the shower after her early morning run. “This has to be the only part of dorm living that I can’t stand,” she thought, “coed showers. You know it’s bad when you have to get up at 5 o’clock in the morning to actually get a shower to yourself. I wouldn’t mind sharing that much, if it was girls I’d be sharing with. There’s just something wrong about showering with a guy.” When Leah reached the showers, she realized that she had forgotten to stop back to her room and get her shower supplies and clean clothes. As she was walking towards her room, she saw Matt, a fellow student heading to the showers.

    “Well,” she thought, “do I skip my shower or do I just give up and share the room with a guy? I guess I’ll just have to share and be friendly.” With that thought, she hurried in to her room.

    “Damn it, where did I put my shampoo Leah asked as she frantically looked around. “There it is. Great, now I have everything. On to the showers.”

    When Leah got back to the showers, she carefully checked around to see if anyone else was in the shower. After she was sure no one was there, she selected a shower, turned on the water, took off her clothes and got in. Once she was used to the water, Leah began her shower routine. She started with her long blond hair, lathering it with foamy suds and then rinsing it clean. Next she worked in the conditioner. Leaving that it, she began to wash her body. Leah squirted a small amount of body wash on to a body puff, worked it into a lather and began to scrub her body.

    While Leah was busy washing herself, Matt had walked in, and noticed she was there. For weeks Matt had noticed Leah, how sexy she looked when she walked, how blue her eyes were, how soft her hair looked, and how nice her tits looked when she wore some of her more revealing tops. In fact, Matt had slowly but surely become infatuated with Leah. He had been hoping for weeks to find her alone and be able to introduce himself but it just hadn’t happened. Now here was his chance, but what could he say to her? Then it dawned on him, he’d peek through the curtain and ask her if he could borrow her shampoo. It was worth a try.

    So Matt got in the shower next to Leah, took off his clothes and got wet. Then her got out, walked over to Leah’s shower, pulled the curtain aside and stuck his head in.

    “Excuse me,” he said, “but I seem to have forgotten my shampoo, could I borrow yours?”

    “Well here’s my chance to be friendly.” thought Leah. “Sure you can, just a second, let me get it for you.” she said. “Wow he’s really hot, maybe this coed thing isn’t so bad after all. I should see if he interested in me. This might actually be pretty fun after all.” Leah thought. Then she turned to Matt and said,
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  • Making The Grade

    I can’t help but notice the blazing blonde hair flowing halfway down her back, surrounding a face which initially confuses me. While she can give off the “I’m-so-fucking-bitching” attitude, I shortly assess she’s actually a semi-innocent, cute, naive, and childlike — yet knowingly flirtatious — young woman, caring more about having fun in the moment than anything else.

    Sitting in the front row (“Obviously a learning strategy she’s picked up somewhere,” I silently surmise, smiling to myself), her striking features and two-piece outfit scream for my attention. She’s dressed perfectly for the warm autumn days at the beginning of the school year. The bottom of the thigh-length black floral print skirt flutters innocently in the ever-so-slight breeze passing through the room, but when she spins to take part in the ice-breaker I’ve planned, I notice how the top wraps tightly around her flawless waist around stays snug until where it just passes the point where her perfectly-defined buttcheeks take form. My subtle (yet well-trained) observation skills notice the slight rise of the intended-to-be-invisible top flare of her thong under that silken wrap surrounding her ass. “Hmmm,” I think to myself, “lovely accentuation brought out by a comfortable — and lovely — skirt.” As well, I notice the match: what looks like one of Daddy’s lightweight white Oxford dress shirts. She has tied it off up just under her rack. And what a pair of gorgeous tits: They’re tight, firm, and just a little larger than what might be expected on a girl her size. The only button she’d bothered to fasten was the unique gold-covered change Daddy must have made: the Playboy bunny emblem. Consequently, because the shirt is a tad too big, she affords me an amazing view of her right breast. When she turns, the consequence of not-yet removing all the starch causes the left side to lap open slightly, providing an unobstructed view of her nibble ring and a rush of blood to my easily engorged cock.

    By reading and following up on her “beginning of the year” questionnaire, I discover that not only is she on the spirit squad; she’s also one of the premier individual dancers in the state. Within days I learn that, in dance, she regularly wins competitions, showcasing her choreographic talent — and her crushing tendency to unknowingly incite the distracted judges (both men and women) to lust after her.

    As the semester progresses, I find I (almost) unknowingly schedule any needed walk through campus at the same times as her practice. Her perfectly trained ass gyrates to the sounds of the music which carries her into erotic ecstasy — at least in my mind.

    But it’s in class where her magic continues to capture my imagination and fuel the fantasy. It is a game day just like any other, and she’s there in that short skirt which easily gives way to her tight, pussy-outlining panties. It’s as if she forgets she’s wearing something so short, and lets herself spread those luscious powerful legs just a little too far. It’s then I can barely contain the blood rushing to my member. Needless to say, this makes it difficult to conduct class, as she slides her ass toward the front of the chair, oblivious that she’s giving me a peep show up her skirt. I find it hard to focus on the aesthetic consequences of Reductionism. My brain tries, but slips and stumbles. Ohh, that trimmed young beaver, barely covered by her panties.

    I know all it would take: The class session ends, the other students file out considering the profound implications of what I’d presented that morning. Consequently, they’re oblivious that she’s remaining, overwhelmed. Their departure gives me the change-of-pace I need as I put away my notes, seeing the blur of faces exit the room.

    At first, even I don’t notice her still sitting exactly where and how she had been less than a minute prior, but it doesn’t take long. I look up and see what I think is that look I’ve seen in the eyes of multiple struggling coeds like her before. But I’m wrong, and we are alone — with nobody needing the room for over an hour.

    Tucked behind those those seemingly sad liquid blue eyes is a question. She looks at the floor, or so it seems. “Professor, you… well… you know my grade in this class isn’t so good, and well… I really need a good grade in here, and I’ll do ANYTHING to raise it.”
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  • The Head Cheerleader

    “Here’s a picture of me at Mt. Rushmore.” The girl in the picture was a High School aged version of my Jan. The similarities were obvious, though over 10 years had passed since this photo was taken.

    It was a rainy Saturday afternoon; our planned picnic had been aborted. Looking for something to do after a morning of sex, Jan brewed a pot of coffee and we started going through old photo albums. Though a wantonly sexual creature, I had always enjoyed Jan’s sentimental side. We had been at it for hours, looking at the photos of her childhood and High School and college years.

    She turned a page in the album. She grimaced. “Oh, this is me on the cheerleading team.” Once again the girl in the photo was my Jan, looking very girlish. The blue sweater she wore in the photo fit relatively loosely, her skirt shorter than anything I’d seen her wear in the six months we’d been dating, her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

    “I like it!” I smiled wickedly. Jan wasn’t the kind of girl I would have pictured as a cheerleader. A staunch feminist, she was very vocal about girls being pigeonholed into gender roles.

    “Oh, I was so dumb!” She was on the verge of getting mad. “I can’t believe I did something so stupid!”

    “It’s just something girls that age do,” I stroked her hair lightly, “besides, you were definitely cute enough to pull it off!”

    “Oh stop!”

    “No, really,” I grinned, “you could still pull that look off if you wanted to.”

    I was trying to flatter her, but I wasn’t exaggerating. at 28, Jan still had a cute quality about her with her slightly upturned nose and infectious smile. Her body was still trim, though her hips had widened a bit over the years.

    “I don’t ever want to look so stupid again!” She was a little angry.

    “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m just teasing you a little.”

    “It’s not you.” She turned the page in the album. That page contained a number of cheerleader photos as well.

    “What is it then?” I asked. I was a little concerned about her mood. “Bad memories?”

    “Sort of. Do you see this picture?” She pointed to a photo of her and the rest of the squad in a posed photo. “This was before my first game. Just before the game my boyfriend saw me in the hallway. We stepped into a doorway and made out for a couple of minutes. His dick was so hard! He was feeling me up under my sweater and I was getting really hot for him. I told him how bad I wanted him and we decided to meet after the game.

    “During the game, boys I knew from school came up and talked to me. Boys who normally didn’t talk to me now acted like we were old friends. I noticed a few of them had hard ons.” She grinned at me. “Yeah, girls notice that sort of thing. I started realizing the effect I had on boys, and it was getting me a little worked up. I was a little more enthusiastic, my leg kicks were higher, and I wiggled my ass more seductively. Cheering was making me really hot!

    “By the end of the game, my panties were soaked! I needed my boyfriend so bad! We met just outside the locker room right after the game. I pushed him into an unlocked Janitor’s closet and started kissing him. I had planned to take him home and fuck him, but I was so horny. I could feel his hard cock as he ground it against my belly.
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  • Stats Guy

    Dave entered the bus after the late girl’s basketball game at Waynesboro. He found a seat near the front, close to the coaches and prepared to nap on the ride back to the quad. With getting back to the university around midnight, he would not be done with figuring out the statistics until two or three in the morning. So he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep when he could.

    The girls filed onto the bus and when Kim went past, he noticed that she gave him a strange look that he could not identify. Well, that could wait, he thought. He would ask her about it at the next game. After everyone had settled down, the trip home began.

    Shortly after the bus began to move, Kim called toward the front of the bus, “Dave, we want to see you about some statistics.”

    “Yeah, we want you to come back here,” her close friend Diane added.

    “Oh, all right,” Dave replied sullenly and got the stat books together and headed back to where the girls were. He found Kim and Diane seated together about three seats from the back.

    When he prepared to sit across the aisle from them, Diane said, “No, Dave, sit between us,” and moved into the aisle to allow him to sit down. He slid onto the seat and she squeezed in beside him.

    He started to open the stat book and asked, “Well girls, what stats did you want to discuss?” “No, not those, silly,” Diane laughed as she took the books from his hand and placed them on the seat across the aisle. He looked bewildered and queried, “Then what ones do you mean?”

    “We meant some performance statistics of yours,” Kim quietly answered, sliding her hand up along his leg to his crotch.
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  • Her Wicked Past

    My name is Jason and I’m 34 years old and I am married to a wonderful woman named Beth. We have been married for 3 years and everything has been wonderful. Beth is 5’7” inches tall, has brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and great soft skin. She’s very thin and has a small cute chest, but has a killer ass. I mean killer. In fact shortly after I met her, she revealed to me that she was in a Playboy college girls issue. And after a few dates she finally showed it to me (her ass and the issue!). Although she seemed to be pretty open and honest about herself throughout our dating and since our wedding, I’ve always avoiding discussing her college days with her, the Playboy shoot, and her past. We get along great though and I felt like at least I could tell her anything.

    Her college was having a reunion weekend so we drove there for the weekend. It was at a hotel on her campus and all of the other people attending stayed there too. The reunion was fun, we got there Friday night and there were tons of functions scheduled for the different classes that were there and she introduced me to a lot of her old sorority friends on the first night, a few of which were very very hot.

    We walked around campus and hung out on Saturday with her old roommate and friend Diane and her husband Thomas, who both graduated with my wife. There were really cool people and I hit it off well with Thomas while my wife gabbed away with Diane. We went into a clothing store that the girls wanted to go into and Thomas and I waited and chatted while the girls tried on clothes. I was talking to Thomas about all of them in their college days and wasn’t really paying attention to the girls until Beth stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirror. I think mine and Thomas’s heart’s stopped. Beth was wearing the tightest and smallest pair of white cotton shorts I’ve ever seen. They didn’t even completely cover the bottom of her ass cheeks, and her long tan legs came out of them and contrasted with the white. The name of her school was written across the back in black block letters.

    “Holy shit” I said out loud without even realizing it.

    I looked at Thomas who had an ear to ear grin across his face.

    He said “Now that’s the ass I remember!” under his breath.

    He then came back down to earth it seemed and realized that he was talking to her husband, and started apologizing.

    “Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, its just…” he stammered trying to take both of his feet out of his mouth.

    “It’s ok” I said half giggling, “I understand, I know better than anybody that she does have a great butt.”

    Thomas responded under his breath again “I’m not sure better then anybody” He said it more as a wisecrack than anything and I figured he meant it in a harmless way.
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  • Frat House Party

    Sylvia had come to this particular frat party to get fucked – and getting fucked she was! Fed up with bad dates that went nowhere and relationships where her heart got broken, she’d decided that right now all she needed was a good hard fuck. She hadn’t even particularly cared who it came from, just someone who wasn’t going to leave her with a broken heart at the end of it. It had been almost 6 months since she’d last had sex and she intended to make up for it now.

    The guy on top of her was actually one she knew, his name was Chris and she’d seen him around campus before. A year older than her at 22 he was a little drunk but still very excited to have this gorgeous leggy girl come up to him and start blatantly making out. She’d chosen him because he was cute and rumored to be one hell of a lay, and when they’d gotten up into bed she’d also found that he had a rather sizable dick. Right now all of it was buried in her twat, making her burn with pent-up lust as he fucked her hard, the bed was shaking he was laying into her so good. Moaning loudly she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his thick meat deeper into her pussy.

    “FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD YOU BASTARD!!!” She screamed as she started cumming… the door to the room banged open and two more guys were staring at her getting her brains fucked out. That didn’t stop her orgasm though, it kept going as she screamed her ecstasy at the watching guys; they were grinning as Chris gasped and buried himself into her convulsing pussy, spilling cum into her body. Gasping happily as the guy collapsed on top of her she looked at their viewers.

    “Can I help you,” she asked, as dignified as she could be with a dick shrinking inside her body.
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