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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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  • 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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  • Weekend Getaway

    It is about 8pm on a Friday evening, and we had decided earlier that afternoon to spend some time out of town and do some impulsive shopping at Victoria Secrets. After milling over a few selections in your mind you decided on deep purple push-up bra and waist garter with white stocking straps. You were anxious to get back to the hotel room to try it on, and after 20 minutes or so behind a closed bathroom door, admiring yourself and your new find in front of the large bathroom mirror, you seemed pleased with your selection. Much to my disappointment, you refused to let me see you in your new outfit, but promised that I would get my opportunity later in the evening. My mind raced as I envisioned your hardened nipples protruding from over the edges of that new bra.

    Around 4 o’clock, after browsing through stores most of the day, we decided to venture down to the lounge inside the Marriott and grab a few drinks before going in search of dinner. After a nice afternoon, we were both fairly relaxed and seemed in good spirits. We both had several drinks at the bar, laughed a bit and then decided it was about time to head out for something to eat. You insisted that I have another drink while you headed up to the room for a quick shower and to get dressed for the evening. At your request, I stayed behind for a few minutes and you headed upstairs.

    Once back in the room, your mind began to wander about the events that lie head. As the hot water from the shower pelted off your back and the bar of soap caressed your body, you could feel the excitement swell from within inside. Your eyes closed as the steam built in the shower and your fantasy began to take life as your hands slowly brushed across your wet nipple and the warm water trickled down your stomach, over your soft mound and through the tingling crevices of vagina. You imagined the swollen head of a hard penis slowly prodding at the entrance to your waiting hole, and felt the gentle biting and sucking of hot breath and a wet tongue across your breast. Inspired by the vision, you finished the shower and proceeded to towel dry and slip into your sexy purple outfit for an adventurous evening. You and I had discussed your fantasy on several previous occasions, but tonight you were feeling particularly in control of your own destiny.

    As I came back into the hotel room you were just slipping into a pair of tight jeans and a button-down white shirt for dinner. We had decided to go out to Outback, and as we headed out, I was intrigued by the way the your breasts teased me through the translucent nature of your shirt and hint of purple lace the shown through. For a fleeting moment I imagined how your nipples would be displayed in public, through the thin fabric of your shirt if they became aroused. My dick stirred at the thought as we started down towards the parking lot.
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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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  • Hot Tub Party

    It was just a normal night out. I night filled with drinking and dancing and socializing. Little did I know that it had been worth my while to wear the nice black lace bra and panties that my lover had bought for me as he had quite the night planned out for me. I didn’t have a clue.

    As the night wore on I became tipsier and flirtier. I was shamelessly flirting with most of my lover’s friends until one of them half jokingly said if I didn’t stop teasing, he would follow me up on my innuendoes. I laughed him off telling him only in his wildest, hottest, steamiest fantasies. He just gave me a look that melted my pussy and made my knees weak. If I had known at that time what they had planned and what lay in store for me, I would have acted on that right then and there.

    It was time to leave the bar as it was almost closing time. The guys had decided to go back to John’s to drink more beer and order pizza. I was game. I was also wishing for some lounge wear if we were hanging around. Bar clothes are great for being out, but not for hanging out. John assured me he would definitely make me comfortable when we got to his house.

    The cars pulled up to the house and we all piled out. I realized that my sweet and darling lover was not in the first to cars that were at the house, he was in the beer run vehicle. I didn’t think anything of it. We headed in and as I explored the house, I discovered John was holding out on us, as there was a hot tub in the back. I gleefully cried out ‘Hot Tub Party’ and we all headed out the back. Now when you take a bunch of good-looking mid-20 early 30-year-olds add alcohol and mix in a hot tub, things can get very interesting.

    I wasn’t even thinking about Jake’s early threats of revenge, I was just concerned with relaxing in the tub and having some laughs and a few more drinks. That is until I felt a hand on my thigh. Above the water, you wouldn’t know what was happening, and beneath the concealment of the bubbles and darkness of the back yard I started to receive some caresses which were working their way up my thigh. I was hiding that there was anything goin on uder the water, continuing the conversation with Mark who was on my other side. I finally realized that it wasn’t my lover beside but his buddy Jake. He whispered that the revenge had just begun. I realized that during my intense conversation that the other girls had disappeared into the house with their respective guys and that it was only Mark, Dave and Jake in the tub with me.
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  • Strip Poker With The Guys

    Hubby would be home any minute with his buddies. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. Their monthly Poker Night was their little tradition and I had no problem with it. It normally consisted of a trip to a couple of strip clubs then back to one of their homes for a night of cards and drinking.

    It was our turn to host the poker night and I had gone all out. Tons of food, cold beers and the hot little French Maid outfit I would be wearing while I served them. My husband knew about the food and beer but even he would be surprised at my attire for the evening. My husband works hard and I wanted the night to be a little extra special for him.

    I was in the final stages of primping when I heard the car pull up. I stuffed my big tits into my new black bra with white lace trim and stepped into my thong with matching white lace trim. I pulled on my black stockings and attached them to my garter belt and stepped into my high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror and put the final touch of my little black apron around my waist. I stood at the mirror and admired my outfit and my well toned body. My tits were bulging and my thong framed my tight ass very nicely.

    The door opened and I could hear them downstairs obviously still horny from watching the big fake tits prancing around the strip clubs. With one last adjustment in the mirror I was pretty confident that this outfit would cause them to quickly forget the strippers.

    I waltzed down the steps and into the dining room where they had settled at the table to start playing cards. One pair of eyes looked up and then another. The another and another until all 6 pairs of eyes were fixed on me.

    “Good evening Gentlemen,” I said in my best French accent. “I’ll be serving you tonight. Have you been naughty tonight?”

    They all yelled “yes” and I told them with a twinkle in my eye that I would serve them anyway. I walked around the table and bent over to take each ones order. Their eyes followed my cleavage as they tried to order a beer and I could feel the guy behind me staring at my barely covered ass. I brought their beers back and then brought in some trays of appetizers I had made. I had left empty spaces on the trays for my tits to rest on while I served each guy individually. Their hands were within inches of my tits as they helped themselves to the appetizers.
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  • Tina At The Porn Shop

    Let me introduce Tina to you. Tina is my ex-girlfriend. She’s Japanese-Irish mix, 5’3″ A cups with big puffy areolas, firm toned legs that end in a great round ass.

    Tina had been out at the tanning salon when I got home, she loves wearing a tiny little bikini so she’s got perfect tan lines. When she got home she told me she wanted to do something nasty on Friday night and that I should plan it out for her, she’d do anything I told her to. Well, well, well this was too good to be passed up. All week I thought about it and had the evening all planned out. As the days ticked on she kept telling me the nastier the better she was feeling like being a total slut on Friday, work had been bothering her and she wanted to blow off some steam.

    Well Friday finally arrived, I’d been planning out the evening and had picked up an out fit for her to wear that I thought would be appropriate. Her outfit consisted of no underwear, no bra, the top was white fishnet top that clearly showed her pert little tits, she would wear a little black cheerleader skirt that barely covered her beautiful little pussy which she kept waxed, white socks with frilly tops and a pair of 5″ spiked heels. She was allowed a long coat for the time we’d be in public but after that the coat would stay in the car.

    I wasn’t sure how far she’d let me take this evening but since I had decided to break up with her this seemed like a perfect time to get back at her since I’d found out she’d been cheating on me. We went to dinner and she was allowed to wear her coat until we sat down, the restaurant was a little hole in the wall Italian place where the only internal lighting was in the kitchen everything else was candles on the tables. She took off her coat as she sat down giving the waiter an eyeful of her dark tanned chest with light triangles where her bikini tan lines barely covered her nipples. The contrast really made her puffy areolas stand out against the fishnet. We ordered drinks I drank water and she had a glass of wine, one became two and then three. Tina said she wasn’t hungry and didn’t want anything but cock for dinner. I’d been playing with her pussy underneath the table and had her skirt inched up to her waist she was dripping wet and kept telling me she was so horny she couldn’t wait to see what I had planned for her for the rest of the evening. We drove a little distance to a total dive of a porn shop in an industrial area right on the border of north Compton. I took her coat and put it in the back seat of my car and told her this is where we were starting and was she really wanting to be as nasty as she’s been talking this week? “Baby I’m so frustrated with work and horny from you playing with my pussy all night plus the drinks I’m ready for anything you dare tell me to do”. Good for me the challenge had been issued.
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  • Hot Wife

    I was sitting here thinking just how lucky I am. First of all, I am married to the most wonderful man on this earth. Now I know all women should feel like that their first few years of marriage. I feel that this feeling will never go away. You see, Bobby is two years older than I am and he is great. I knew him all through high school, and when he joined the Air Force, we kept in touch. I dated almost every night and the month after I graduated, Bobby came home on a 30-day leave. Well, I won’t bore you, so I’ll just say that at the end of those 30 days, I was married, and off to Texas I went with him to his new base.

    I remember that wonderful day I got married, I was 18 and Bobby had just turned 20 a couple months earlier. To say that we were a young married couple is an understatement. Yes, I was a virgin my wedding night. I decided very young to remain a virgin no matter what and I did just that. Bobby had tried, as did many other boys, to persuade me otherwise, but I was always pretty good about knowing how to cool them off. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am no prude, I was just good at keeping my virginity intact.

    Now Bobby works on an air tanker; it is one of those great big planes that refuel other planes in the air. Therefore, with this kind of work there were times that Bobby would leave for work at 7 in the morning and not get back until 4-5 days later. The biggest problem for us both was he never knew until he arrived at work what his day or days were going to be. In addition, once he did know, he was not allowed to let me know.

    Trust has always been big in my life as it has been in his. I know that when Bobby is flying and if he has to stay over night some place in the world, he is always thinking of me as I do him. I don’t worry about him going into towns and messing with the bar girls and he knows I am home watching TV or reading or sleeping or just doing nothing until he returns. Now, when he does get home, we always kiss and make love the minute he walks in the door. No matter if he has been gone just a few hours or several days.

    You see, while I was a virgin on our wedding night, I knew I would love sex because of the way I felt about it prior to that wonderful night. Bobby is just like me; well, maybe a little more into sex than I am. I say that because he has so many sex books he reads on his flights. You see, in his job he is in the plane for hours on end so he keeps his mind busy reading those dirty pocket books. He has been collecting them ever since he went into the service, so here at the apartment he has this footlocker crammed packed with them.

    Since I just sit here doing nothing, I began reading them and they all are very explicit in their story lines. So by the time Bobby gets home I am going crazy with my pent-up lust. Oh, sure, I masturbated a whole lot reading them, but masturbating never will take the place of making love. And after about six months of a steady diet of those sex books, (I have to tell you some of those books are downright filthy!) I began thinking of sex in a whole new light.

    Now, I am telling you all this so you have a better understanding of where I am coming from (so to speak) We are getting along just fine on Bobby’s pay; our rent is low, and we stay at home (when he is home) and when he is gone, well, I stay at home. That has brought a big change in both of our lives. Two nights ago, after we made love for a good hour, we began to just talk. Bobby feels bad because his job is always taking him away from me and I end up staying in the apartment alone. I also had been thinking about that same thing, and I asked him how he would feel if I got a job to help me pass the time while he was gone.
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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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  • Japanese Hot Spring Tour

    Our Hot Spring Tour of Japan has one more stop before we head home to the United States. So far it has been a wild experience for me, my Japanese wife Takako, and our two traveling buddies, John and Cathy. Fulfilling my long time fantasy, Takako had begun fucking other men. First, she sucked off John, and then thoroughly humped him in an open air Hot Spring Bath, while I watched. At the next stop on our tour, she not only screwed John again, but also took on four Japanese men who she encountered in an Onsen Bath, while John and I were playing golf. By the way, I had the opportunity to pump Cathy and later she joined my wife in that orgy with the four Japanese fellows that I just mentioned.

    We are now in a fabulous Hot Spring Resort near the city of Misawa; which also happens to be where a large U.S. Jet Fighter Air Base is located. We didn’t know that fact when we first arrived; but upon visiting a local nightclub near the resort, we noticed a large number of Americans enjoying the company of the local ladies. Asking around, I discover that the town was host to Misawa Air Base. It didn’t take long for two of the very assertive jet jockeys to make their way to our table and ask Takako and Cathy for a dance. With our permission, the girls happily accept the opportunity to boogie with two young, good looking hunks.

    As the booze, flows and the music slows, Takako and Cathy have their round, firm bottoms caressed and perky, full breasts massaged with subtle mastery, while on the dance floor. Needless to say, they are both helplessly horny when we finally returned to our hotel at 2 a.m. Instead of going to our separate rooms, we crashed in our room. Soon we were naked and seriously engaged in group sex. Cathy rides my stiff cock with drunken ecstasy, while Takako licks my balls and Cathy’s moist rosebud. Behind her, John is shoving his rock-hard shaft into her tiny twat. In our state of extreme inebriation, we are not aware that our loud moans and passionate screams fill the hallways and occupied rooms surrounding us.

    Cathy must have experienced three or more orgasms during her vigorous ride on my rod. She is very verbal when going through the throes of a climax. When I finally fire gobs of sperm into her soaking cunt, Takako licks and sucks all the excess that seeps from her pussy. The feeling of shooting your load into a squeezing vagina; while a hot, wet tongue sucks your balls and licks your penis is indescribable. Meanwhile, my wife was being rammed by John’s respectable rod, which drove her through several waves of orgasmic bliss. John empties every last drop of his semen into her throbbing hole. When Takako, John and I wake up, at around 10 that morning, none of us feeel like getting out of bed; so, John and I perform double penetration on Takako, as Cathy sleeps next to us.
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