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Wedding Party

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Last week my friend Tom invited me to attend his friend’s wedding, which was supposed to be a very lavish affair. Tom didn’t have a girlfriend, so as a favor to him, my husband and I both agreed that I should be his date. Tom is the type of guy a girl just wants to be friends with. In some ways he can be cool, but actually he’s kind of a loser.

He said he was arranging for a limousine to take us to and from the wedding. At the last minute his dorky friend Dan called and wanted to tag along with us. This was totally okay with me, since I didn’t expect to get laid that night anyhow.

I picked out a black satin dress that I had worn the year before to a college dance. It was not too extravagant, but it was suitable for a fancy wedding. I found my favorite bra and admired the extra cleavage it produced. I slipped on matching panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked great! Just for the hell of it I rubbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to make them hard.

When Tom picked me up, the limousine turned out to be just a Cadillac with a driver. The driver’s name was Sal, another friend of Tom’s.

Sal had brought some good stuff along. We smoked a joint on the way to the hotel, and probably drank at least half a case of beer. By the time we got there I was feeling good. I was also hot and horny, and I wondered if it was obvious.

Inside the hotel, I looked around and noticed that there were gorgeous men everywhere. I was glad I had picked the black dress; it made me look sexy. I knew then that by the end of the evening I would be sucking someone’s cock. I just didn’t know whose.

The wedding reception was very extravagant, with ice sculptures and little gifts for all the guests. The dinner seemed to go on forever, followed by hours of dancing. The bar was open, and all the liquor was top notch. I drank Vodka and tonic and smoked a couple of joints. Any time I wanted to smoke, all I had to do was go out to the car, and Sal would have a joint ready. I always remembered to take a drink with me to keep my spirits up.

On my way back to the party after one of these excursions I ran into Paul, who I had dated about five years ago. He quickly drew me into his arms and kissed me solidly on the lips. “How the hell are you, Tracy?”

“Paul, how have you been?” I said. I was barely able to form the words. My mind was spinning from the pot I’d just smoked, and from the suddenness of seeing Paul again.
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Accidental Cuckold

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During my fifty years on this planet, I’ve noticed how my sexual fantasies have changed. My early fantasies were simple. I would be with some pretty girl I knew. A real girl I had no chance of actually getting my hands on. These fantasies remained popular until my mid teens when my mind introduced imaginary women. These imaginary women didn’t replace my real girls, they supplemented them along with two and three girls at once.

I love fantasy. There’s no limitations. In real life I’m lucky to satisfy one woman, but in my imagination, I can handle any number of lovers. Over my early fantasy years, there were times when I was with real women, but eventual my mind would keep them out of my imaginary world. There was a break where I no longer wanted real women in my sex dreams. Real woman aren’t perfect and can’t compete with my usually faceless fuck toys.

At twenty four, I thought marriage would end my fantasies. Emotionally immature for my age, I figured now that I was married, I could have all the real sex I wanted and would need to fantasize or masterbate. That concept didn’t survive the honeymoon. If anything, being limited to one woman, I not only used fantasy for thrills, I also used it to spice up my married sex.

In my twenties I had some major double standards. While checking out other women, I was very jealous of another man looking at my wife. Mary is an attractive woman and I couldn’t stand the idea of another guy lusting over her. Fortunately for me, Mary wasn’t a party girl and didn’t give me any grief. As for me, I didn’t cheat on her, but I’m not sure if it was morals or lack of courage and opportunity. In any case, I’ve managed to keep my cheating to the fantasy realm.

I’m not sure how or when my fantasies changed next. I guess it was some time in my mid thirties and it was gradual. Looking back, it seems odd how my early fears were now starting to turn me on. Thinking about Mary with another man used to be my worse nightmare, but somehow the thought began to turn me on and in time I started thinking about it on purpose. In a way, my fantasy life came full circle and my main character once again had a name and a face. I was having sex fantasies about my own wife. And of course a varying number of guest stars.

I never told my wife about these fantasies. We don’t have that kind of marriage. When it comes to fantasies, we’re a don’t ask, don’t tell couple. The only exception to this rule was on the rare occasions when we were both really drunk, and even then we never talked about it the next day even if we remembered.

As the years passed and we celebrated our twenty fifth anniversary, I can honestly say I never made plans to live out my fantasies. Still emotionally immature and nearly fifty, I at least understood the dangers. I not only love my wife, I need her. Mary keeps my world in order and takes care of all the grown up stuff. And she’s kind enough to let me believe I have something to do with it. And for some reason, Mary really loves me. I wouldn’t risk that for some sexual thrill. That was my frame of mind when I went to Mike’s to watch Monday night football.

Mary and I don’t have guy and girl nights, so when Mike invited me over, he knew Mary would be with me. Nobody ever complains because my wife isn’t a pain in the ass. She doesn’t bitch or try to control people. She’s not big on football, but Mary does like spending time with me. I don’t know why, she just does.

We got to Mike’s at about seven and carried in two cases of beer. Our friend is twice divorced and paying a shit load of child support. We try to help out by supplying the beer and Charlie, another divorced friend, brings the snacks.

Carrying everything to the basement, I put the beer in the fridge while Mary hangs up our coats and says hello to Eric and Tony. They’re married men, but their wives only attend things they like, and football isn’t one of them.

Cracking open a beer, I knew this would be a special night. By special, I mean there’s a good chance I’d get hammered. The beer tasted so good, and went down easy. I tend to be a binge drinker, and I haven’t tied one on for some time. Within a few minutes, I was well into my second beer.

My wife never tries to stop me from drinking too much. Instead, she usually does damage control by keeping me out of the hospital, out of jail and away from fire. The third item was added last year when I stumbled into a camp fire and caught my pants on fire. I also tend to get mouthy when I drink and she tries to keep me from getting my ass kicked. Buy the time I get that stupid my motor skills are long gone and I’m an easy target.

When I’m drinking Mary doesn’t. But tonight she made an exception because we’re off tomorrow and Mike has an extra bedroom to spend the night. I fix Mary her favorite drink, a strawberry daiquiri, and we settle in for the game. I can’t remember who was playing.

By halftime, I’m in my know it all stage and my wife if feeling cuddly. When I’m like this the guys can bring up anything and I’ll be an instant expert. At least in my head. If I don’t know it, you can bet I’ll make something up. Or I’ll take a crumb of real information and make it sound like a text book. So while I’m rambling on, Mary curls up on my lap.

Sitting on the couch, my wife distracts me and I forget what I’m talking about. She’s leaning against my chest and my left arm wraps around her. Mary only weight about 115lb and I’m comfortable when I notice I can see her bra between the buttons on her blouse. Seeing my wife’s bra pushed me into the impulsive stage. My right hand is free and I slide in between the buttons of her blouse, under her bra and cup her tit. Mary sighs, turns slightly and muzzles against my chest.

Now I can feel, but I can’t see. I’d lost my angle and my hand is filling the opening in her blouse. Her tit feels great, but I need to see damn it! Gently sliding my hand back out, I slowly unbutton her blouse while I talk to my friends. If I keep talking about something else, my wife won’t notice while I expose her. I was only going to do a button or two, but I just kept going because I was busy talking. Eventually, I ran out of buttons. Looking down, I saw skin peeking between the material of her blouse, plus the whiteness of her bra. My heart was pounding as I pulled one side open, and then the other.

Babbling on, I looked at the guys and realized something when I saw them staring at Mary’s chest. If I could see, so could my buddies. The guys looked confused. My actions stunned them and I was the center of attention. Mary was my instrument, but I was the real show. I slid my hand back under my wife’s bra, expecting Mary to stop me and put her blouse in order. She didn’t.

Mary’s tit was warm, but the bra was limiting my movement. I needed to loosen it, so with my left arm, I eased my wife forward and pinched her bra clasp. It popped free and my right hand was free. Mary looked up at me and smiled.

“Let’s take your bra off baby,” I said.”I want to play with your tits.”
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Drive In Memories

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I guess everyone my age has some drive in memories. I have a lot actually but one night in particular stands out in my mind. It was 1966 and I was a newly liberated young woman of 19, all graduated from High School and on my way in life. I’d managed to land a job as a stewardess and was preparing to move to Minneapolis to start work. My boyfriend Bob wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of losing his “Hot blond surfer girl” as he called me, but I was thrilled at the upcoming opportunity.

The night in question began rather awkwardly. My little sister Crissy had been seeing a boy and, after two dates to chaperoned high school events, they wanted to go to the drive in to see a movie. Our mom wasn’t too keen on the idea. I don’t know why she was so protective of Crissy. Maybe it’s because they look so much alike. My sister has small, almost non-existant tits but with large firm nipples that are actually flat on the tip. Her butt is rather prominant and she sports a shock of curly red hair. She doesn’t think so, but she’s actually really cute. Our mom has similar features and, though her hair has lost it’s color, she was a redhead too at a younger age.

Anyway it was decided that we would “Double” to the movies. “She just might need a little looking after Debbie.” My mother told me.

Oh Great. Just what I wanted. Babysit my little sister on probably my last night with Bob before I left for Minnesota. My mother was adamant and I knew I couldn’t change her mind. Bob, as you might imagine, was similarly disappointed. “She’s 18 for God’s sake! Can’t we ditch them?” he hissed.

At a drive in? Besides, we were taking my sister’s date’s car. It was a big ’65 Ford Galaxy so there would be plenty of comfortable seating. That’s just fine and dandy except Bob and I didn’t exactly want to “Sit.”

So Bob met me at our house and we waited for Crissy’s date, Matt to show up. Crissy was wearing a typical outfit for her: A short green dress that did nothing to accentuate her positive features, no bra since she didn’t really need one, and, I assumed, white cotton schoolgirl panties. The only kind we were “Allowed” to wear.

Matt finally showed up and I was surprised to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome standing there when my mom opened the door. I wondered why he was interested in Crissy who rarely dated and was introverted and shy by nature. He extended his hand and squeezed mine when we were introduced. His dark brown eyes just burned into mine!

“Crissy you didn’t tell me your sister was Kim Novak!” he joked. He really was a hunky guy! I guess they’d been assigned as lab partners in chemistry class and developed a little chemistry of their own! Bob and Matt knew each other from the track team so the four of us actually got along pretty well.

We headed out for the Sepulveda drive in which was considered the local “Passion Pit.” We’d told our mom we were going to a walk in theatre just to appease her but…nah! The conversation was flowing as we drove along and Matt spoke to me several times, always calling me by my name, which was…nice.

The movie we went to see, Alfred Hichcock’s “The Birds” is now considered a classic but I really didn’t think it was so great back then. Especially when Bob took me in his arms and began to french me right there in the back seat. I forgot all about my little sister and her date in the car with us and eagerly returned his kisses. We both felt the urgency of our now limited remaining time together. I reached for his cock and wasn’t at all surprised to find that it had already hardened in his pants. Oh my God! what could we do?

My little sister, whom I assumed was still a virgin, and her boyfriend whom I’d virtually just met were only a few feet away in the front seat! Matt had his arm around Crissy and they seemed to be engrossed in the movie. With my heart racing, I unzipped Bob’s slacks and reached for his cock, hoping a hand job could be discreetly accomplished here in the back seat.
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Twisted Twister

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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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Weekend Getaway

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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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Head Cheerleaders Virgin Ass

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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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Amys Bar Bang

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Amy and Steve had known each other since their childhood. They had grown up together, attending the same high school and eventually the same college. Everyone expected them to marry at some stage and despite warnings that they were still too young, they had decided to take the plunge in their final year at college. They made an attractive couple. Everyone said so. Amy was strikingly pretty, her long blonde hair framed a beautiful, oval shaped face and tumbled in curls down her back. She stood only 5’6″ in her stockings, but her well proportioned legs had the feel and texture of fine alabaster. Her breasts were small but perky and complimented her flat stomach perfectly. Steve stood over 6ft and had short black hair. His face was rugged with a masculine jawline. His body told the story of an athlete in the prime of life.

They were both in their last month of college, and deeply immersed in final exams. This week had been a particularly difficult one, and as Friday came to a close, they were both exhausted and happy that the week was over. They met in the college refectory after their last class and began to plan their weekend off. They had decided to start that night. It was time to kick back, relax and maybe get a little drunk!

They had decided on Oscars, a small music bar on the outskirts of town. The clientele there was not of the highest calibre, but the music was good and the beer cheap and so, after a home cooked dinner, they set out for the bar. They could hear the music as they alighted the bus and as they entered through an old iron door, they were met by a fog of cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. Inside the music was very loud. The joint was not overcrowded; a few customers were on the small dance floor gyrating to the heavy beat of the music, a few sat at the bar and some were sitting in small booths drinking and laughing. Steve spotted an empty booth and led his young wife by the hand towards the seats. The ordered a jug of beer and settled in for a night of drinking.

After her third glass, Amy suddenly announced that she wanted to dance.

“Come on Steve, I’m in the mood to boogie!” She said squeezing his leg and bending her head to nibble his ear.

Amy knew that her husband was very reserved and disliked to show any sign of affection in public, but she couldn’t resist teasing him. She was feeling mellow from the beer and a little horny. She wanted to show off the tight black dress that she had worn.

“No way! I’m too tired to dance. And stop biting my ear will you, you know I hate that!”

Amy slumped back into her seat and pouted, her arms folded petulantly across her chest. God, Sometimes Steve annoyed her! No discussion, no compromise, just a straight No Way’.

“Well, I want to dance. If you wont dance with me then I’ll have to find someone who will!”

“Fine,” replied Steve angrily. “Go right ahead, you know where I’ll be.”

Damn! Thought Amy. Her plan had backfired. She thought Steve would be jealous and that she could embarrass him into dancing, but he had failed to bite and now she was no better off. Well why shouldn’t she dance with someone else? She thought. She wouldn’t be far away, and like he said, he wasn’t going anywhere that would separate him from his beer!

Feeling a little self conscious, but still a little excited she jumped to her feet and strode purposefully towards the bar. Steve watched her petite frame as she sashayed over to the counter and ordered another drink. To hell with it, he thought as he caught the waitress’ attention and ordered another jug for himself.

Amy leant against the bar and sipped her drink. She had been aware that she had drawn a few glances as they had walked in. It always pleased her to turn heads. She noticed a few guys standing at the other end of the bar and hoped that the one with blonde hair and cute butt would come and ask her to dance. She didn’t have to wait long. The guys were all looking at her now and whispering to each other, commenting on her figure hugging dress and trying to decide who would be brave enough to approach her. Eventually one of them started to walk over to her. It was not the guy that she had hoped, but as she looked at this man, she was just as impressed.

“Hi. I’m Phil. Buy you a drink?”

“Just got one thanks.” she replied, smiling up towards his face. He looked very handsome in the smoky light of the bar.

“What about a dance, then?”

Amy didn’t want to appear to eager. Her mind was telling her to slow down, but her body was saying: go for it!’

“Um…well, okay. Just one maybe.”

Before she knew what had happened, Amy found herself in the middle of the dance floor. The music was up-beat, but Phil did not seem to be following it too closely. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him as they swayed in slowly turning circles. She could feel the muscles in his neck as her hands linked around it and she could also feel an unmistakable bulge in the front of his trousers as he pressed himself closer towards her. She was feeling buzzed from the beer and naughtily rubbed herself ever so slightly against him. Phil noticed the positive reaction immediately and let his hands drop to her pert little bottom and rest there. As they circled with the music, Amy caught glimpses of Steve sitting in the booth and watching her. His eyes stared points of fire towards her and as she turned, she could almost feel them boring a hole in her back. Phil’s hands were now cupping and squeezing her bottom as they danced. She could not deny the pleasure that she was experiencing at his touch. She and Steve had been so tired recently that they had not made love for over a week and she could now feel a definite heat from inside her black satin panties as her arousal increased. She was oblivious to all around her as they swayed around the floor. Phil was nuzzling her neck sensuously as his hands roamed over her butt squeezing a little harder and getting her wetter by the moment. She felt him gently slide his hand up her side and cup a breast in his hand. Then her mind snapped back to reality as she found herself being dragged backwards by her arm.

“What the FUCK do you think your doing?”
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The Head Cheerleader

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“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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Naughty Time

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I can never forget the most naughtiest fuck of my life. I think it’s because It was also one of my best as well….

I was at one of my best friends wedding reception. We had known each other for years and we had grown up and learnt everything together. And I mean EVERYTHING! I was wearing quite a revealing dress for the occasion as it was mid summer and very hot. The combination of the dress and the heat was really starting to turn me on and I couldn’t help but discreetly sneak my fingers up my dress underneath the table. After a while of pleasing myself, my glance briefly came in line with the groom, Tony. He was staring right at me with a very mischievious grin on his face. I had always thought he was quite attractive and knowing he had caught me out just turned me on even more. I had also heard that he had quite a lot in a certain department and that he knew how to use it.

Without thinking, I got up from the table and slowly walked past where he was sitting. As I past him, I turned around slightly and mouthed out “room 14” really slowly. I detected a slight nod from him and he mouthed back “5 minutes.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but sure enough I was on my way to my room, number 14 and getting more and more excited by the second.

I had just gone inside when I heard a knock on the door. Starting to breathe heavily, I spun around and opened it. It was Tony, who immediately grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He slammed the door shut and took off his jacket shirt and tie straight away staring at me all the time. He then told me how he had always wanted to fuck me hard ever since he had first met me and that because it was his wedding day to someone else, just turned him on so much.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled the zip on my dress down while I started to loosen his belt. As we did this, my tits popped out right in front of his face and Tony just burried his head in them. He then stripped my dress and panties off me and took a step back. By now I was getting extremely wet, and there was only one thing I wanted: COCK!
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My Wife and Her Sister

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My wife, Susan, is five feet, one inch tall, under a hundred pounds — a tiny lady. She is a beautiful, red-haired, green-eyed, sexy, young woman. She has great legs, a tight, round ass, and the biggest tits imaginable on such a petite frame. They don’t sag and look positively mouthwatering without a bra.
I love Susan very much and respect her as a person, but I have to admit that what first caught my eye were these huge, firm 34-D’s on such a tiny girl. We’ve been married a little over five years, and have had a great marriage — until now. Susan has a much older sister, Linda, who looks completely different from Susan.

Linda is tall and skinny (not thin — skinny), probably 5’10” or 5’11”, with no ass or tits. Anyway, Linda is a very successful realtor living in San Diego, and we hadn’t seen her since our wedding day. We exchanged Christmas cards and photos, and the sisters called each other, but that was it, until last month. I don’t get to travel as often as I used to (damned FAX machines!), so when I was assigned a trip to San Diego, I called Susan right away and suggested she join me so she could visit her sister.

Susan wanted to surprise Linda so we didn’t announce our arrival, and instead, we just drove to her house, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. There was no answer. Susan suggested we look around back in case Linda was in the pool or gardening. As we approached the high privacy fence around the pool area, we heard voices.

Both Susan and I pushed our faces close to the fence and peeked between the redwood slats. I had never seen anything like it in my life! Linda was face down on several towels, on her knees with her ass high in the air, while this tan, young guy was ramming in and out of her cunt with the biggest cock I have ever seen on a man — and it wasn’t just long, it was thick, too. And that’s when all my troubles began! Watching Susan’s reaction to the sight before us, I could see that she was completely turned-on. A virgin when we married, she had often told me that my normal six-inch cock was perfect and that even it stretched her tight cunt at times.

I’m sure she had never even imagined a cock the size of the one plowing into her sister. I have seen more than a few x-rated videos, and the cock I was watching was bigger than any I had ever seen, even on the famous professional stars. I felt major male insecurities at that moment. I saw that this wasn’t the right time to disturb Linda and her friend and I pulled Susan away from the fence. We returned to the rental car and waited about an hour.

Later, when Linda opened the door to our knock, the two sisters had a happy, tear-filled reunion and we met Jason, the guy now living with Linda. At 20 years old, Jason was 21 years Linda’s junior, and was almost five years younger than Susan and I. He was muscle- beefy, tanned, and blonde — the perfect California stud. Over dinner, we found out that Jason had been Linda’s pool maintenance boy before he moved in with her. Linda insisted that Susan and I stay with her and Jason, so after dinner we collected our things from the hotel and drove back out to Linda’s house.
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