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Dinner (14 May 2010)

I had been waiting for you for almost half an hour. Wondering what was up when you surprisingly had called me earlier in the day and told me to meet you here for dinner.

The restaurant you had picked wasn't fancy, but it was dark and I had picked a quiet corner booth while I waited. I was on my second drink when I finally spotted you as you walked in. You looked gorgeous as always, but you seemed to have a special sparkle in your eye. you were wearing a long frilly very feminine skirt, and a simple white blouse, but on you it looked spectacular.

"Sorry I'm late" you said as I rose to meet you and you kissed me quickly before taking a seat.

"That wasn't much of a kiss!" I complained with a grin.

"You really do have a one track mind!" you giggled as the waitress brought our menus, and I ordered you a drink.

She said she would give us a minute and be back to take our orders, and then left us alone. It was early for dinner, and the place wasn't very crowded.

"Now about that kiss....." I murmured as I pulled you closer to me and kissed your neck, your earlobes, and took your mouth in mine and kissed you passionately.

I gently tasted your mouth with my tongue, as I couldn't help but slide my hand up the outside of your blouse to run my fingers along the outline of your breasts through the material of your blouse. You kissed me harder and I squeezed one tit roughly with my hand, as my other slid around your waist to feel your cute round ass under that frilly skirt. I could feel your nipple hardening at my touch as the waitress seemed to sneak up on us with our drinks.

Dining Alone (12 May 2010)

It was a hard rain. The type of rain that soaks you through, soaks you even though you're wearing an overcoat. I had never felt so wet before.

I managed to make it through the door to the restaurant and stood there in the foyer, dripping. The water poured off my hat onto my collar, down my overcoat, and on to my already drenched feet. I shook the water off and best I could and stared out the front window. This rain wasn't going to let up soon.

It was 9 o'clock and I hadn't really had anything to eat since that late lunch with my clients. God, I hate business trips.

The podium was empty, but soon a middle-aged woman in a dark dress walked over to it and asked how many were in my party.

"Just one," I replied, trying to look dry.

"Follow me," she said and picked up a menu and began walking away.

I followed her. The restaurant was dimly lit, probably in a fashion the owner thought would represent romance and intrigue. There were not many patrons in the place, quite understandable considering the weather.

The woman seated me in a little alcove on the side of the restaurant. There was only one other table where another lone man sat. A window looked out toward the parking lot, but all that could be reasonably seen was the sheet of rain.

The woman left and shortly a waiter appeared. I order a steak, rare, but not bloody, a baked potato and some coffee.

Diddle That (10 May 2010)

It was Friday evening and after a hard week, Lynda and I decided to dress up and go out for a nice dinner and a movie.

We stopped at the house to change into some nice clothes. While dressing, we teased and played with each other to relieve our stress and build some anticipation. Lynda came out of the bathroom wearing a stunning white blouse that was open enough to show the stunning curves of her breasts and the necklace draped between them. She had on a short grey skirt, dark stockings and a pair of ankle strap heels, the sight was breath taking.

I had put on grey slacks, a tight black stretch knit shirt and was grabbing my jacket as we headed for the door.

Lynda came up to me and said, "I sure hope you aren't wearing any underwear under those slacks! You know how I like to reach in and play with you while we are out."

We headed to our favorite restaurant where we enjoyed a great meal in a quiet and relaxing atmosphere.

Usually we sit next to each other at the restaurant so I can slide my hand between her stunning thighs and tease her under the table. More than once I had reached past the lace tops of her stockings and diddled her moist loins under the table. When I sensed she was really squirming, I would pull my hand out, and discreetly taste her juices on my fingers. Then I would lean over and kiss her so she could taste her sweetness in my mouth. This would drive her crazy and we would have to leave almost immediately. Very rarely have we ever had dessert at this restaurant.

Did She Know? (08 May 2010)

I was in my small studio apartment just chatting on-line with my new webcam, which I bought at Best Buy. I was browsing through people just chit-chatting and making small talk, it was actually boring. This one girl named Brianna and I were talking and well I guess that she thought of me boring so she made up some lame excuse to go. So, I made it look like that I bought it all, and decided that I would get off too. I just left it on, went to the Subway under the apartment, and brought it back up to my room.

This webcam sucks I thought to myself. Why would I ever buy this thing? What girl would want to even talk to me? After my foot-long sub, I went to my computer to look at some porn, on account of the fact that I wasn't getting anywhere with the cam. But wait, what was this? Wow, it was Brianna and she was coming out of her bathroom, with just a towel draped around her body! I saw her go back in and was disappointed to think that she was just about to go in and I wasn't going to see this beautiful woman. She really was beautiful. She had the most perfect C-cup breasts, and was skinny, just like those naked models on the scrambled porn channels.

I walked to the fridge to go get a beer, and wait for her to come out of her shower. I figured that it was fine, because she blew me off, and it was her fault that she left her webcam on. After what seemed like a minute of waiting, she came back out and this time I realized that her hair was wet, she must have just gotten out. Then, she threw her towel of and it quickly covered the cam, but fell off after a second. Where'd she go? Damn, she left the screen. There she is, and let me just describe her in one word. Perfect. This time that she entered the screen, Brianna came with a purple, penis sculpted dildo. Her bed was just low enough to the ground for the cam to be able to see the entire bed.

Dictation (06 May 2010)

Nikki. I should have been concentrating on work, but all I could concentrate on was Nikki. It didn't help that she was right outside my office door at the desk she used as my secretary. It also didn't help that I was more annoyed than usual with my wife for the fact that I knew she was sleeping with our pool boy. She was being more careless about her affair, even though she had never once refused me in bed, probably because she knew our pre-nuptial would leave her nothing if we divorced. I was more tempted than ever to end it, and part of that had to do with Nikki. Physically, she was everything that my wife was not.

You see, Nikki had a body that was absolutely designed for lust. It was as if she had stepped right out of the dreams of an overstimulated teenager. Every inch of her seemed to be either the beginning or end of another curve. Her legs were smooth and shapely, moving up to a slightly flared set of hips. I had fantasized about those hips on a number of occasions. Picturing her on my lap, riding me, as I grasped her hips and pushed her onto me, pulled me deeper into her again and again. Just the thought of it caused my shaft to stir as I gazed on her with intense desire.

She got up to go over to the printer to fix a jam. She leaned over, her heart shaped ass perfectly outlined by her short tight skirt. The lines of her stockings ran straight up the back of her thigh. I began to imagine my hands slipping under that skirt as she leaned over a bit more, so intent on her work that the tops of her stockings were revealed, a pair of black lace garters showing, stretched taut over her smooth milky thighs. As she cleared the jam, she shifted suddenly, her hips undulating under the tight and thin fabric of her skirt.

Diaphanous Dancer (04 May 2010)

For some time I was a professional dancer performing alongside local jazz artists and pianists. Although I detested it, I would do it almost entirely for the pay and the tips, which were often explicitly generous for reasons I could never grasp, however heated usherings between green-eyed wives concluded that my routines could turn even the most respectable gentleman into an animalistic beast.

The costumes I wore in those days were often very tight and uncomfortable, forcing my rounded breasts upward as though offering themselves like some gorgeous fruit. The men who attended my dances were often so intoxicated with the atmosphere that it swayed some of them into losing all trance of shame and shyness.

It was never especially rare for me to leave a stage with the ends of my dress in tatters through the wild grappling it had endured during my performance.

One night I was booked to perform in the snug of a dusky foreign bar. As I entered that night with my suitcase of costumes and outfits, the mellow aura the bar contained made me feel almost as though I had wandered into some microcosmic paradise. And in comparison to all of my previous venues - that's exactly what it was.

Music seemed to emanate from its very walls, as though by nature some enticing melody was perpetually present. The room itself was a mirage of tropical reds and royal-blood blues. It was a circular building, with an off-gold stage at the very center, backlit by soft theatrical lighting. Thrilled by the novelty, I took off my shoes, blouse and coat, leaving me clothed in only my summer dress; I flung the other garments on the floor to side of the stage. In this state I began my performance entirely alone - savouring the sensation which dancing at this magical tavern gave me.

Diane Caught Out In The Open (02 May 2010)

Let me introduce myself, my name is Dan. I am married to a wonderful woman named Gina. We are a fun loving couple in our early 30's. Once we met, we both knew that we were meant for each other. We were high school sweet hearts and were married soon after college.

Gina is a very beautiful woman. She's around 5'6" and weighs around 125lbs. She has the gorgeous wavy blonde hair and deep green eyes. Her boobs aren't the biggest ones I've ever seen, but they are very proportional to her body. Her boobs are perfectly round with perky little nipples.

Her best feature by far has to be her butt. She has the cutest little bubble butt I've ever seen! Her best friend says she has " a ghetto booty."

Gina will only do a little "accidental" flashing and only then only on certain occasions. She likes the attention and the looks of the men around her, but she said that she would be too embarrassed to be naked in front them.

When we bought a digital camera, I took some nude photos of her and showed them to a few of my friends. I told her that I only showed them the soft photos, but I actually showed most of them (including hardcore).

When she found out that I had showed them to my friends she didn't get mad. She was more interested in what they thought of the photographs and her body. However, I do think it was a shock to her to find out that all of my friends thought she was hot and wanted to fuck her.

Diagnosis: Hung (30 April 2010)

Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to muss my eye shadow. My full lips hung agape, my mouth drying with each deep, slow inhalation that caused my prodigious chest to rise on my chest, stretching the striped white blouse whose buttons were already clinging to their sockets, the top four simply unable to clasp over my immense, pert 36FF cup bust. Of fifteen candidates, each requiring as little as ten and as much as thirty minutes per interview, every one turned to jelly at the mere sight of my mountainous mammories; not that I'm insulted, they're almost sagless despite their enormous size, dropping into perfect teardrops when released from the creaking, lace bra containing them. I have magnificent tits; it'd just be nice to know the two nights each week in spin class weren't being wasted by getting a compliment about my firm, rounded ass or shapely, toned legs. One of out ten would suffice.

My fingertips rubbed at my neck, just below the earlobe, manicured nails trailing at the clip of my earring, massaging the pale, porcelain skin of my neck as I stole a moment to relax, brushing my fingers up through my lustrous, fiery locks that poured like a waterfall crashing on my slim shoulders. Decompressing from the latest failed applicant, a scrawny grad student with an oily complexion, my mind wandered onto the impetus of this entire ordeal.

Devolution of a Slut (28 April 2010)

Wow! Do I ever need some advice? I just can't be objective. Part of me thinks I may have let things go too far this time. But I loved it. I just don't know if I should keep doing these things....

Okay. Let me start from the beginning. If I want you to appreciate where I'm at, I guess I'm going to have to tell you how I got here.

My name is Debbie. I'm 23, petite, brunette .... Not beautiful, I guess, but I'm cute enough. Because I'm small, people think I'm younger than I actually am. Anyway, the thing is, I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, and now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a sex addict too.

Okay - the beginning. Scott's the one who got me started. At least I think he is. He's my boyfriend. We've been together for about two years now. The first time we had sex was on our second date. It was good -- really, really good. He pushed all my buttons; pinned my hands over my head while he bit on my nipples; licked my clit until I was ready to scream. Perhaps I'm being too graphic. Let's just say that he was kind and gentle on the one hand (he has a great sense of humor too), but at the same time he was very forceful. I like to surrender myself - that's the best way I know how to put it. And I guess he had that figured out.

Anyway, it wasn't more than a couple of nights later, when he was going down on me, that he went further and licked my asshole. I moaned and pulled my legs wider. I guess that must have seemed like an invitation to Scott, because before long he was fucking me in the ass.

For all you men out there, you should know that being fucked in the ass can be incredibly painful. You have to work up to it slowly -- like over the course of years!

Devil In Her Ear (26 April 2010)

A chilled breeze blows through her open window and across her exposed skin. At first she doesn't stir. It had been a warm day, and even in her deep sleep she thoroughly enjoyed the cool air. Rather than being wrapped in her soft comforter, she was wrapped around it. And the air caressing her bare back, flowing over the curves of her ass...so erotic, even in sleep, and she began moving her hips against the gathered blanket between her legs.

"It's time to wake up, my dear."

She hears the call, but can't quite bring herself back to consciousness. It beckons. She rolls onto her back, half of her body still exposed to the night, and now the breeze attacks her stiffening nipple. A small moan escapes her lips, and it is enough to wake her. It is dark, late, the pale light of a waning moon pours through the window, casting blue-black light on her bed, her body. She's always found moonlight sexy. Her left hand slips under her pillow as her right hand reaches down to her nether region. She gasps as her fingers slip easily over her slit. She loves waking up soaking wet.

"Yes, you're soaked, you just woke up and you're ready...and you want it, don't you?"

She dips her middle finger between her pouting lips, and slowly begins rubbing her hardening clit. It slides too easily, and she can feel her juices sliding down to coat her ass. She tries to slow it down, to savor each slip and slide. She feels the head of her clit, swelled and so sensitive. She envisions it's shape, fascinated that it so resembles a little penis...one different chromosome and she would be fisting herself right now. Her left hand comes out of hiding and descends onto her breasts, both nipples now nicely erect. How she loves being a woman. She is becoming more aroused, she tries consciously to keep her stroking steady, not to get too ahead of herself.

"That's right, baby, it's about the process, not the goal, that's just a bonus."

Detention (24 April 2010)

It all started when I was working for the City Department of corrections where the corrections department only took young adults under the age of 19 years old. Needless to say, there were some really nice looking girls coming in to stay awhile, and my job was to supervise these girls and try to keep them out of trouble.

One night I had the 12:00 am to 8:00 am hell shift (some of the staff hated it) but that night I loved it. There is a policy that we have to abide which we have to check all the rooms every hour to make sure everybody is in bed, sleep or at least in their rooms. Since I came in at 12:00 am, I waited until 1:00 am to check all eight rooms. It doesn't take very long to walk the halls and peep in the rooms. I proceeded to walk down the hall and checked the first three rooms on the right side of the hall and then work my way back up the left side. Once I got to the left side, I opened the door of Amber Halls room.

I peeked in and noticed that her bed was empty. Not a sole was there. I flipped the light on and searched behind the door but still no Amber. I became nervous real fast since this was my shift and I couldn't see having a runaway on my shift. I closed the door and walked up to the staff office and was going to make a call to the Director. As I opened the door, I saw Amber - 18 year old sweetheart with sandy blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and this wonderful slender body - all muscle - not an inch of fat on this girl. She was standing there with her head cocked to one side and her tight little panties riding her ass. She just looked at me and rolled her tongue around the edge of her lips like she really wanted to suck my already hard cock.

She approached me and gently grabbed the seam of my zipper and unzipped my bulging pants. I was so hot that I could have shot my load in my pants. The experience was too much to handle. I reached around her waist and clutched her tight little ass and rubbed her smooth virgin ass. She was making moaning sounds and whispering under her breath -"fuck me, ohhh, fuck me." I knew right then I had to slide my sausage in her tight box and fuck her brains out. She finally worked my pants off and took her warm hands and rubbed my stiff dick and played with my balls. I was getting so hot - I wanted to fuck her right then but she was teasing me so much that I could not even think straight.

Motorbikes and Tree Trunks (22 April 2010)

I am giving you a lift into town, on my bike...xx
Good choice, I love motorbikes. There can't be any more erotic way to travel than to have a huge glistening, dangerous machine throbbing and roaring between my legs, pressed against you, gripping tightly with my thighs, breasts squeezed against your back. I can feel you up the entire length of my body. Speed, leather, rushing wind. As the traffic slows and we stop I slowly, sensuously run my hands up the inside of your thighs as they are stretched wide over the seat, lingering over your cock, I can feel it twitch under the leather. The man in the car next to us sees my hands lazily stroking you, you smile, wave, and the lights change and the engine growls into life again and the speed is an excuse to push my hips into your back, I love the feeling of you, hard and solid against me. I feel like you must be able to feel my heart pounding through the leather, that despite the noise you must be able to hear my ragged breathing. This is one occasion where I really don't want to arrive at our destination. Lost in thought and fantasy I suddenly notice that we're not on the road to town, as the bike slows, the noise of the engine dies, and we stop I am filled with delicious anticipation..... xxxxx Am going to take a shower while I decide what happens next :) xxx
Sorry, that was a long shower, am sitting in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around me, my skin glowing with heat and oil... but that's beside the point. Where were we? :) Ah yes, not far from the main road, I can see the cars flash past through the hedge from the dusty track where we've stopped, a golden corn field on the other side. I spent a bit of time thinking about what I was wearing, but clearly this is my fantasy, so I don't need to be dressed sensibly for biking. So I have a short, light summer dress, and heels, why not, gorgeous strappy fuck me heels. I step off the bike, trailing my hand across your shoulder I swing my leg over the front and straddle you. As I remove my helmet and shake out my long hair you run your hands up my long tanned legs, stroking lightly, you can see my nipples tightening under the light fabric of my dress at your touch... xxxx

Webcam (20 April 2010)

"The distance is killing me." Sandra says to her boyfriend Jerome. "I know." he says knowing that it's hurting him just as much as it's hurting her. Everyday she was away at school, he missed her more than he'd missed anything ever before. Everyday that Jerome talked to Sandra was a constant reminder of the 4 hours, 42 minutes, and 52 seconds that it took to get to her or the 277 mile distance between them. He longed for her. He missed her touch, her smile, and her presence.
He wanted to see her. The day that she called him and said that she got a new webcam was one of the best things that he heard in a long time. She told him that she wanted to test it out and video call him. His excitement level rose to an immense level. When his laptop notified him that she was calling him, he let out a huge sigh to compose himself, then accepted. The wait for the video to load was the longest wait ever.
Her face cam up on his laptop. She cheesed at him like a shy child. "Hey baby." Jerome said.
"Hey how are you?" Sandra said.
"I'm good." He replied. Jerome didn't know how to contain himself. It has been 3 months since he last seen her face besides on the picture that is at his bedside. As he looked at the computer screen, he noticed that she had on his shirt that he gave her. It was so sexy on her. It was just long enough to cover her body but with a peek of her perfect ass.

Munts To The Rescue (31 March 2010)

Jake was in a wheelchair. The doctors told him after his car accident that his chances of walking again were pretty good if he followed a course of intensive physical rehab.
For the next year his pretty young wife Lola accompanied him to the best rehab center in the area. Every other day an ambulette was sent to pick them up and drive the 45 miles to the center. The firm payed for everything even a private driver. Munts was his name and from the first day Jake could feel the chemistry between Munts and Lola. Munts was a big farmboy from Iowa maybe 26 with a shock of closely cropped blond hair that made him look like a Norewegian Army recruit.
Once when Lola wore a short silk dress her tanned legs rubbed together as she crossed them in the back seat Jake caught Munts eyefucking her in the rear view mirror. As he helped her get out Jake noticed Munts' brawny arm brush against Lola's heart shaped ass. At that moment he was seized by the strangest desire. He almost got an erection.This was amazing to him because after the accident,going on a year now,he hadn't had even the hint of an erection.The doctors always said it would come but it never did.They were sure that there was no physical reason for it and that it must be psychological.Each time they tried Lola became more frustrated.She was a woman of strong desire and little inhibition.A full year without cock was driving her crazy.
That night he listened as she masturbated next to him.In the darkness the sopping sounds of her playing with her wet pussy made him feel small and worthless.Suddenly his own voice startled him -"I want to watch you fuck Munts"-it seemed to say.

The Broken Fence (29 March 2010)

Note : This story is completely fictional!
The hurricane did lots of damage to our area but thankfully our condo complex was spared.The fence between our backyard and our neighbors was about the only thing that was damaged;two slats were broken out.The damaged part is in front of the garden and is hidden by a bush on our side.
I guess thats why our neighbors never noticed it.Our neighbors Terri and Sal are both county police officers and Terri is the only female Sargent on the force and a real knockout.She's at least 5'8",long gorgeous brunette hair,slender waist and the classic cola bottle shape.
She has to pass all kinds of fitness tests for her job so she stays in great shape.My husband thinks she's around 30 but I know from the girls at the beauty shop that she's 46.It's amazing to me that a 46 year old woman can have the body of a 28 year old but then again she never had kids.Still I'm jealous.
In May they installed a hot tub and that was the first time I saw her in a string bikini.
I said "hi" from the garden as she sunned herself on the deck.Those long creamy thighs seemed to go all the way up to her neck.She smiled at me and my pussy twitched as I walked away.
I thought about her often after that and once in the garden I noticed that, if I sat behind that bush, I could see clearly through the broken fence and she'd never realize I was there.
I watched her regularly after that.On the streets of our town she was always being driven by a young handsome stud of a rookie cop,looking so severe in her uniform, with her gold sargent stripes and long hair pinned up under her sober black cop hat. I wondered what people would say if they ever saw her, like I had,in her string bikini,taking the sun, topless and oiled to a gleaming perfection. No one would ever guess that she was a police sargent.

A night with friends (27 March 2010)

Me and my wife, Helen, have been friends with another couple, Phil and Sarah, for a number of years. I am in my mid-thirties and they are all 4 or 5 years younger, we share similar interests, sense of humour and always have a good time together. We see each other quite a bit and tend to go out once every month or so for drinks taking it in turns to stay over at each other’s houses. There is normally quite a bit to drink, lots of laughs and some harmless flirting. There has never been any sexual activity between the couples but, after one night out at their house, Sarah did walk into our bedroom next morning with a cup of tea to find Helen sat astride me riding my cock.
She must have got a full view as Helen was facing the door with her arms above her head making her tits lift up as I rubbed them. From her position she must have seen Helen’s pussy with my cock sliding in and out. Sarah put the cups of tea on the bedside table and walked out, pretending not to look. She obviously mentioned it to Phil as jokes were made about it over breakfast, making Helen blush, but I think secretly turning her on. On another occasion I happened to see Sarah nip across our landing in just her small panties, getting an eyeful of her breasts and almost naked body, making sure I waited a minute or two so I could watch her go back across to her bedroom.

One summer I flew out .... (25 March 2010)

One summer I flew out to see a lover of mine who was a married swinger.
She picked me up from the airport. She was wearing a sun dress with no bra. As we got onto the highway I kept looking over at her great legs. I finally couldn't resist myself and I leaned over to her. I slowly slipped a strap of her dress off of her shoulder and exposed her nipple on her right breast. I teased her by gently caressing her nipple and making circles around the tip. I began kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, and finally sucking on her nipple. Turning her on while she was driving was great. Every time a car would pass us I would cover her nipple back up and rest until the car would pass. As soon as we were in the clear I would resume the torture. In response to my light touches she kept opening her legs and then closing them. She wanted to scratch that itch but we were doing 70 on a highway. I decided to help her with that itch and moved my hand to her right leg.
She kept sighing and moaning with the pleasure of my touch but the pain that we couldn't just stop on the road. It was so hot to see her beautiful legs slowly spread open and her dress rise inch by inch along her thighs. Her foot kept pushing our speed up to 80 and I had to remind her that I didn't want to be pulled over by the cops. I slowly moved my fingers up her thigh until I revealed all of her luscious legs. I then put my magic fingers to her panties. She gasped and tried not to drive of the road. I told her she must have been turned on because her panties were already wet. I hooked her panties with a finger and moved them aside. With no traffic around us I leaned down and started kissing her legs. She slid down in her seat enough for me to flick her clit with my tongue. She was so turned on and I was getting harder and harder.

Swinger Girl (21 March 2010)

I met Jodi on one of the Internet dating web pages, and after a couple of weeks of establishing some trust and confidence she agreed to visit me one evening.
Preliminaries were short and we were soon in bed exploring each other’s erotic temperature, and we found that it was good for both of us. In exploring her fantasy life she told me her most intense fantasies she used when she was wielding her vibrator and searching for big orgasms, was a fantasy of being firmly handled by 5 or 6 men at one time, being fucked by each one, and having a couple of them expert in oral sex. She imagined holding erect cocks in each hand while another guy was fucking her, and she imagined sucking big hard cocks.
She would shiver when she told me she imagined big gobs of cum shooting out of the dicks she would be stroking, splashing on her nipples and other places on her body, and how most of the dicks she was sucking exploded in her mouth, and how when she imagined a big cock turning loose in her mouth that would tip her over into her strongest and longest lasting orgasm, when she was masturbating with a vibrator. I questioned her closely to tell me where and when she had done such things, and she told me that it was only one of her favourite dreams, that she had never been with more than one man at a time.
I told her about my group of swinging couples and the swinger parties we put together about once a month, and that several of the couples had an open agreement so that that 7 of the men were permitted and encouraged to serve in the group bang gang, whenever a needy woman wanted a gang bang, and that I could arrange one for her, if she would like to take on a gang of nice clean experienced guys.
It was no surprise when her answer was an immediate “Yes, When can I do it?.” I called Ed, the host of our parties and some of our gang bangs, and he said “Let me see who’s available this coming week-end and I’ll call you” Jodi and I continued with our play session but I could see she wasn’t really into it anymore. She was on edge waiting and hoping that Ed would call right back. It was about a half hour and Ed did call. He said “I’ve got 6 guys who can join us on Saturday morning, but if your girl friend wants an evening, I‘ll need a lot more time.” I quickly passed the information along to Jodi, and she said “Saturday morning sounds good to me. Will you take me there? “ So, the Bang was scheduled.

Angies Impregnation (19 March 2010)

Angie didnt like doing it. Standing there in front of her boyfriend Rick and his friend Luke, her breasts exposed, and her voluptuous 36 inch D cup breasts unhooked from their bra and sagging onto her chest every so slightly she wasnt particularly happy. At least she wore a set of pantyhose, nude in colour to stop her being totally naked, but still her 38 inch hips were clearly defined as was the small patch of pubic hair on her pussy. From the waist up though her narrow milky white 32 inch waist was on display as were her large red nipples. Still it wasnt too bad she only had to serve Rick and Luke a couple of drinks in this semi-naked state as part of a bet. At 25 years of age and in the prime of her life, and proud of a body that just oozed sex appeal Angie took it in her stride.
Luke didnt have a lot of experience with the ladies. A large lad at a touch over 6 foot in height with a burly build he was busy with working his trades apprenticeship and didnt have much time for meeting girls like Angie. In short he was 22 years old and a virgin, though when it came to looking at girls, the amount of pictures of naked women he had masturbated to and spurted his semen on was up there in the thousands, so in a way he considered himself experienced, just not so much in the real thing. Still the afternoon went on and after a couple of hourse with Angie starting to let down her guard a little and realise 'yes my breasts are beautiful' and 'guys are going to stare at me like this if Im in front of them near naked'. To Rick it was clear though with every passing minute Lukes stare at Angies jiggling breasts and now erect nipples became more agitated and direct. Although he didnt like to be seen looking Rick could also see a tight bulge forming in the front of Lukes pants...Rick decided to have a game and teast the poor suffering Luke into a state of frenzy....one though which would end up changing all their lives forever.
'You want to touch them dont you' Rick offered as Angie put a beer in Lukes hand 'Err I would like to' Luke countered and then saw the nod as Rick gave the ok. Angie flinched when she felt one of Lukes hands cup her hanging breast. It was cold from holding the beer but more to that it was foreign. It send a shudder down Angies body, one that confused her and one that she was not sure she liked. Rick told her to stay though, and protestingly Angie stood there while Luke gently touched and fondled her breats. 'Kiss them if you want' Rick offered, and with this Luke pulled Angie gently fowards onto his knee and started licking, salivating and gently chewing on her breasts and nipples. While Angie started to relax and let the warm feelings of attention wash over her, Luke was struggling with the pain of a heavily aroused penis bound by his tight pants, and a painful large pair of swollen tender testicles aggravated by the teasing from this beautiful large breasted young woman.

Watching my wife get fucked (15 March 2010)

Last night my wife and I were feeling a bit horny. She asked if we could call someone over for some adult fun. We have a couple of friends that we play with on occasion, but she wanted a new friend.
Long story short, we met a guy online and asked him if he'd like to fuck the wifey. Our luck, he lived only 15 minutes away. He had sent a picture of his cock and a description of himself and we agreed on calling him. My wife liked the head of his cock and couldn't wait to get her lips around it.
He showed up about 20 minutes later and proceeded to undress while I finger my wifes pussy. I opened her legs and ate her delicous pussy while she sucked on his cock. After about 10 minutes of cock sucking she asked him to put it in her.
Let me tell you, watching this guys cock head split her pussy lips sent me over the edge. He fucked her good and hard then I asked her to get on top of him, so she could get him deep inside her. I love to watch her ride another guys cock, hearing her moan and tell him how good his cock feels deep in her. A little bit later he got back on top of her and shoved his cock back in her.
I could tell he was about to blow and my wife could too, she begged him to cum inside her and that she wanted to feel him shoot deep inside her pussy. That was all it took, He came buckets in her pussy and she loved it, he kept on fucking her till his cum dripped out the sides of her well fucked pussy.
It was so damn nasty to see her pussy dripping with another mans cum. Our new friend rubbed his cock all over the outside of her pussy then fingered her a bit. I then got between her legs and inhaled the fragrant smell of her pussy and his cock and sperm. She loves when I eat her out after she's been fucked really good. I like it too.

Sex Al Fresco (13 March 2010)

"Dam'n she was hot. Its been about four years now since we had Sex al Fresco in her back yard. I wonder if I should wave to her. Ah, to late, she's getting off the bus. Oh, she's waving, she does remeber me."
"Hey Paul, how are you doing?"
"Hi Linda, You're looking better than ever. How is everything going?"
"Not to good Paul. I just visited my deceased husband at the cemetary. I think I loved him to death. He was just so hot. But I should have let him take a breather. The Doctor said his heart just gave out."
"Sorry Linda, I didn't know, but you can't blame yourself. A lot of guys have a bad ticker and just don't know it till, till ah,"
"Till what Paul? Till a nyphomaniac like me kills them." You can say it Paul, I'm sure you remember all the rombs we had just about anywhere we could, and we almost got caught a few times. Well, at least your heart could take it, but my husbands heart just couldn't.
"I didn't mean for it to sound like that Linda. It just came out all wrong, Sorry,"
"You have nothing to be sorry for Paul. Its not your fault that I'm oversexd. He's only been gone three weeks, and I'm already horny as hell."
"I was headed to the Museum. Why don't you come along. I'll buy you a coffee and we can talk."
"Sounds good Paul, I've been meaning to check out "The Temple Of Dendor over there anyway.

An Erotic Sex Story (11 March 2010)

It was in the middle of the summer, a friend and I had decided to get away one weekend. We had chosen a seaside town and on a warm evening, we left the motel and walked to the bar. When Eva walked in; she had on a really tight blouse and pants. Every man in the place just looked in amazement. She was easily the sexiest woman around.
We had a drink then sat for our meal. I could tell the waitress was very pleased to be serving us; from where she was standing she could almost see her perky nipples. After a few more drinks I asked her to rearrange her top slightly, so that the waitress could get a glimpse, to my surprise she was more than willing. Eva is a remarkable lady, in the pure sense, and she is always willing to push the envelope.
When the music began, a man nearby, couldn’t take his eye’s of them, I was so turned on, and by the size of her nipples and those well-placed tattoos.
A few more drinks later, she was sitting in a low leather chair and her tanned back created a glow, next to her blonde hair. Now, from the angle, the other man slid over and asked to dance. Eva was wearing white pants and her white lacy thong was obvious. After a few dances, her eyes and well-placed hands, led me to suggest going back to our room.
Keith agreed to join us and we left. I thought, Keith has already seen her nipple’s, lets have some fun. I pulled Eva close to me and started to kiss her. I then put my hand on her leg and slowly pulled it up. She responded very passionately. As we got to our room, she turned around and said “do you want to watch”. I don’t know who was more shocked, me or him. We had never done this before, HOWEVER, our eye’s said it all (Go with the flow).
We got inside, had a very quick drink, then put on some music. Eva began to dance sexily. She came over to me and said “what would you really like me to do. Put a show on for him or for you?” I was so excited at the thought of her being fucked by someone else. That was my choice, I love seeing her turned on.

Second Swinger Resort Visit (30 January 2010)

Elle and I had returned to a popular clothing optional "Lifestyle Friendly" in south central Texas for a weekend of what we hoped to be erotic
soft swinging fun together and hopefully with other soft and hard swinging couples we had met on our first weekend at the resort a few months before.
It was mid-afternoon and we were "dressing" for our first walk to the pool area of the weekend. Elle was finishing her small gin and juice intendedto help her relax and enjoy her newly discovered erotic exhibitionistic endeavors and checking her coiffure in the full length mirror. Most of her attentions were spent checking makeup and hair arrangement since her sole article of clothing was a sheer red v-front bikini thong bottom. I was sans shirt wearing loose shorts.
After a few minutes she drained the last of her drink, turned and announced she was ready with an excited smile. I paused a moment to take in her "outfit".
Her bronze tan was flawless from sunning at home and tanning booth touch ups. The only visible break in her smooth glowing golden brown body were the smallish light pink triangles on her 36 DD+ tits which were centered by her large erect dark pink nipples. Her bright red sheer bikini bottom dipped in a deep V shape and the top 1/4 inch of her narrow strip of her luxurious black pussy hair peeked out over the top. The front of the revealing bottoms narrowed rapidly toward the lips of
her small pussy erotically spreading and exposing her outermost labia while thinly covering her rapidly swelling bright pink clitoris and moist pink inner folds of the flower of her steamy cunt.

Backyard Spa Sex (28 January 2010)

My wife and I moved into a new house with a pool, and it wasn't long before we decided that we needed a spa to go with it. We opted for one of the aboveground types with a redwood gazebo around it.
Gina and I loved the new spa; I planted jasmine vines around it, hoping that soon, they would grow and take over the redwood latticework, adding a fresh sweet smell, and adding further privacy.
We decided that there was never any reason to wear clothes in the spa, since our back yard was bricked in, and no one could see us any way. We had not known until then that the only way to really enjoy a heated spa was in the nude.
I planted long stands of bamboo around it, giving it a very oriental look, along with some birds of paradise and a few other tropical-looking plants. It looked very Oriental, somehow, and one would almost expect to hear twanging Oriental music in the background.
We had known Thad and Jessica for a long time, and it wasn't long before they came over to see our new spa and we told them about how comfortable it was to sit in the spa, in the nude. Thad was an Americanized version of Ngiem, and Jessica was an easier, Americanized version of her Vietnamese name, Ngo. They had come to this country immediately after the war in Vietnam.
They had opened a little grocery store at the end of our street where we first met them. They were very nice people and turned into very close friends and I truly enjoyed their company. Especially the company of Jessica; she was a beautiful petite brown-skinned doll, to my way of thinking, and I couldn't get enough of her.

A Sharing Vacation (26 January 2010)

My wife Karen and I were on vacation in Aruba standing at a beach bar and there was this guy across the bar who kept looking at Karen and smiling, smiles she was returning as he was a distinguished looking maybe Italian, dark, longer haired type guy. The type of look that always gets Karen’s attention. She was kidding about bringing him back to the room if she could and just then he came over and struck up a conversation mostly, then completely with Karen like I wasn’t there. Karen held on to his arm like she does while talking and then he kissed her. They were whispering things back and forth then she kissed him back, longer this time then she whispered something to him that I couldn’t hear and he turned and looked at me and said “Your wife would like to fuck me and she said I had to ask you for permission” I asked her if that’s what she wanted and she said “yes, would you like to watch?”
We went back to the room and he put a chair by the side of the bed and said to me “ sit here” You and he got undressed and he had a cock that was at least 8 to 9 inches long and very nice looking if I may say. Karen was quite impressed with it and was holding it and stroking it. Then she started sucking on him and began giving him a very wet blowjob. She looked into his eyes most of the time but often looked at me and smiled. After a while he stopped her and had her stand by me at the edge of the bed. He pushed her face down to the bed and told me to kneel and “prepare” her. As I brought my tongue to my wife’s sex I found that she needed no preparation. It excited me to find her so wet in anticipation of receiving another mans cock. I licked at her prelube before he pulled me back saying “enough”. He positioned me less than a foot from the side of my wife’s ass and just said “watch as your wife takes pleasure” His fully erect cock was still wet from Karen’s sucking and looked even larger from my vantage point. With his right hand holding his cock he guided the head into my wife, worked it in and out a couple of times and then with both hands on her hips he slid his entire length into her in on smooth stroke When he was all the way in he just held her there by the hips and even raised up unto his toes raising Karen’s feet off the floor. Before he began to stroke, Karen moaned, began to shudder and her legs shook. A sure sign that she was experiencing her first orgasm just from being impaled by this huge cock.
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