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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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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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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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Ride In the Country

It’s been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting was rather bizarre (ain’t it amazing what Greyhound can do for your sex life?) and we’d done some rather strange things with each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each other more than other people.

She called me one afternoon. It was the day after my birth- day and she wanted to do something. I suggested a trip to Niagara Falls. It is one of my favorite places to go. She agreed and said she’d be over in about 10 minutes.

I got dressed and stepped out onto my porch to wait for her. It was positively beautiful outside. The temperature was about 72 degrees with light, cool breeze. Figuring it would be colder by the water, I went inside and got my wind breaker, slung it over my shoulder, and resumed my position on the porch.

She pulled up a few minutes later in her bright red 1990 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. I hopped in, we exchanged the preliminary tonsil hockey-style kiss and we were off like prom dresses.
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Terms Of Probation

I am 21 years old and have been married a little over two years. I’m blonde, blue-eyed, 5’6″ tall, and my measurements are 36-22-34. My husband, Scott, is a “10” in any woman’s book, but he has a serious problem – he can’t handle drinking. That’s how I became involved in my current situation.

Every time Scott drinks, he gets into fights, and because of this, he has been arrested on several occasions. The last time he went to court, the judge placed him on a supervised probation, warning Scott that the next time he was arrested, he would be facing serious jail time.

Well, Scott refuses to go anywhere for professional help with his problem, and sure enough, he got in trouble, again. We went out to dinner and of course, Scott couldn’t stop with one beer. I couldn’t stop him, and before I could get him out of the restaurant, he went over to a table where four guys were sitting and proceeded to punch two of them before he could be restrained.

Someone had called the police and they arrived shortly after the fighting stopped and questioned everybody involved. I went up to one of the guys my husband had hit and begged him not to press charges against Scott, telling him he was already on probation and I didn’t want him to go to jail. The guy’s name was Mark, and he walked me off to the side a little and said the only way he wouldn’t press charges was if I would put out for him and his friends. Seeing little choice in the matter, and wanting to get Scott home before he punched somebody else, I agreed to Mark’s blackmail. Mark talked to his three friends, and they told the police that they wanted to talk the matter over with their lawyer, before they proceeded. The police agreed and escorted Scott into our car with a warning. So, now I knew I was going to have to put out or else risk the possibility of Scott going to jail. Before I left, Mark got my address and then surprised me by saying that he would be by around nine in the morning.
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Party Crasher

I crashed this formal party at one of the hotels in town with a girl friend of mine. As soon as we walked into the ballroom, I noticed this extremely handsome man across the room setting up some electrical equipment. He was in a tux — a nice tight pair of pants! Well, being the outgoing gal that I am, I decided to approach this master*piece*.

His name was Tom. He was there to set up the equipment for a photo and light show, but my impression was that he was there to have fun. After we spoke for awhile (you know, the surface type conversation: How about that weather? What do you do for a living? etc…) he asked me to dance. This is always my little test to see how well a man can move. He moved so well, all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind — “I wonder what his cock would taste like? I bet he could fuck for hours.”

We danced and drank throughout the evening, our chitchat becoming more personal. He asked me for my number (which always throws me into a panic “Will he call????”). He shook my hand and kissed my cheek and promised he would call. Yea, right! Sure he’ll call. A good looking man like this surely has several women — why bother with another one? Guess my self-confidence was a little out of joint.

Come the following Monday I get the call. “Hi, this is Tom.”
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Over Developed Clit

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the least! Several of the other women were talking in subdues voices when a firm voice resounded, “If we could all take our seats, we can get started!”

Mary looked up to find the location of the voice and was a little taken a back when she discovered that the voice belonged to an absolutely stunning blonde of about thirty five or so! The group quickly quieted down as everyone’s attention gravitated to the blonde. “Good evening ladies, my name is Veronica Knight, but since this will be an informal class you may call me Roni!” “You’re all here for the same reason, so we might as well get down to it right away!” It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the class stared impassively at Veronica Knight! “I’ve found that best way to get comfortable with the situation is for everyone to remove all their clothing from the waist down,” Roni said evenly. So if everyone is quite ready, let’s get started!” Red faces began popping out all across the room and no one made a move to remove any clothing. “Come now ladies,” Roni admonished, “let’s get on with it!” With their heads hung down the women slowly began taking off their skirt, dresses, and slacks before sliding panties down and over their hips. If anyone had cared to notice, Veronica Knight was joining in and taking off her clothes as well!
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Motel Slut

As a clerk in a rather run-down motel, I see some pretty wild stuff. We get our share of prostitutes…I suppose any motel has that. Once, I rented a room to a young lady and six gentlemen. And then there are the cheaters. Those are always easy to spot.

One such couple had been using the motel as a love nest for several weeks. Their names were Dan and Gina, aka “Mr. and Mrs. Smith”. From the outset, their tryst was obvious. They always arrived and left in separate cars, and were always all over each other.

Dan is a very handsome, well built man of about 5’11”. Gina is a redhead, slightly big-boned but pretty nonetheless, her tits very firm and only slightly smaller than my 36-D’s. I was immediately attracted to both of them from the outset, and my imagination ran wild every time they came in for a roll in the hay.
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Jill In Need

“Oh god I’m cumming,” Jill screamed, “don’t stop now, faster, faster!” Josh increased the pace of his fucking, trying to drive his hard prick all the way through the hot little bitch lying beneath him. He had fucked quite a few girls in his time, but never had he met one with such a prodigious sexual appetite! He had know Jill for only about two weeks, and already she was fucking him to death! Now he knew why his friend Rick had said it was okay for him to take her out, because he was trying to get out of an almost impossible situation–a woman who had much more sexual energy than he did! At first it seemed wonderful, that a beautiful woman would let you have her whenever you wanted to. The only problem was that when you were finished, she was just getting started! Josh was trying to think of someone he could palm her off to, but at the moment this little minx was doing her best to finish him off right then and there!
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