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Late Morning Meeting

The first thing I saw as I entered through his office door was him, sitting at his desk, some papers and folders spread out in front of him and the glow from his computer screen reflecting off his shirt. His smile was all I needed to see to know that he didn’t mind me dropping in on him unexpectedly. As I approached him, he turned his chair to get up, but I leaned over to kiss him before he could get to his feet, pushing him back down. My kiss was a little harder and a little more urgent than a “hello” kiss usually is, but I didn’t linger long enough for him to respond. I moved to the back of his chair, leaned forward pressing my full breasts against the back of his neck and put my arms over his shoulders and my hands on his chest.

I lowered my head to his ear and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning and I really needed to come and see you, to feel you against me, to feel you inside of me. I wanna fuck your brains out, here, now!”

I felt his body tense as my words registered in his mind. He spun his chair around and stood up, put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. Our lips met and the kiss was immediately passionate and full of desire. My fingers went directly to his belt and I undid the buckle, the fastener on the waistband of his pants, then lowered the zipper. His cock was already semi hard and I hadn’t even touched him yet. I lowered his pants and his shorts, releasing him from the confines of his clothes.

I crooned, “Ahhhhh…I love to look at you, to watch you grow and get hard in my hand.”

I gently pushed him back into the chair and kneeled in front of him. My hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him. His erection was becoming harder and harder by the second. I could feel him swelling under my touch. I bowed my head down and slowly and lightly ran my tongue over the head of his fully erect rod. I opened my lips and covered the entire head of his cock, sucking him inside of me. He felt my lips moving down his shaft. My tongue was swirling around and around and I could feel the soft head pressing against the roof of my mouth. I looked up towards his face. His head was resting against the back of the chair, his eyes were closed at that moment but when I applied a little stronger suction and lightly grazed my teeth along his shaft, I heard him gasp as his hips raised up off the chair. He opened his eyes and looked down at me and watched me make love to his beautiful cock.
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Work Party For One

Toni called being very apologetic, asking if I minded watching our little girl while she attended a party thrown by a friend of Gingers. I told her it was no problem, not to worry, and to have a good time. Wanting to make sure she would be safe, I asked if she or someone else was going to drive. Though Toni was very conservative with her actions, she didn’t drink very often and when she did, it always made her tipsy. She informed me that Ginger was driving and she was riding with her. She also promised if she got too bad she’d stay the night at Gingers instead of trying to drive home.

Ginger and I didn’t really care for each other. She felt Toni needed someone worthy of her unbelievable looks and body. Though I didn’t say anything to Toni, Ginger would smile and tease me saying, someday she was going to get my wife laid by a real man. Then she’d know what it was like to be really fucked.

Ginger doing this wouldn’t be anything out of the norm. She was always taking some guy home just for her own pleasure. Usually married, she enjoyed taking another woman’s property and adding him to her list of conquests. She’d tell Toni, married men are the best lays. You get fucked really well and they go home to their wives when you’re done with them. No messy relationships. Ginger asked Toni,

“Would you like me to get you one? You can use him as an exercise toy or just for the fun of it.”

Toni would always tell her, “I’m very happy with who and what I have. I don’t need anyone else to satisfy me. Besides if I want a workout, I’ll go to the gym.”

Ginger knew that Toni was a virgin when she married. The only man she’d ever had, was her husband and hadn’t touched or seen any others. Unlike Ginger, who experienced the full range of men and their varied sizes.

Toni would always hear about the size and stamina of her latest conquest. Though Toni acted as if she was disgusted at what she heard, she would tell me all about it in detail. This always seemed to follow with very hot sex.

To look at Toni, one would never have guessed, she’d had a baby, just three months earlier. Her body was a picture of perfection. Working very hard to make sure she took good care of her body during and after her pregnancy. She exercised daily to keep her incredible figure. Even when she was at her full term pregnancy, she looked awesome. After the baby was born, it only took her a month to get her former figure back. Using creams and lotions, she made sure she wouldn’t have any stretch marks from the baby. Her skin was soft and flawless.

Ginger, though I didn’t care for her actions, had a very nice body. Though not in Toni’s class, she still had no problem getting her man. She was only five foot tall and had a well toned body. She had nice round C cup breasts, a flat tummy and great hips and ass. Her legs though not very tall, had a wonderful curve to them which she always displayed in very high heels. With her short skirts and tight tops, you could see her package displayed very well.

Ginger was the total opposite of Toni, knowing she looked hot and taking advantage of her incredible body. Toni didn’t think of herself as having a sexy body. Though firm and well toned, she felt her body was, no better than any other woman’s. Ginger however, constantly told her she was looking hot, which embarrassed Toni. When not with Toni, Ginger was always the center of the men’s attention.

Toni was very tall, five feet eleven in her bare feet. Her legs were incredible. Very shapely, curving, with toned calves and firm thighs. She always had men looking at them, when she dressed in her short skirts, silky nylons, and three to four inch high heels. I’d watched many a man run into fixed objects while staring at those wonders.

Those hot legs lead to her curvaceous, 37 inch hips that support her tight, nicely rounded heart shaped ass. She has a small 27 inch waist that presents a toned flat tummy. Her back is a mirror of the rest of her body, tapering nicely to her tiny waist. Hiding, though not very well, under her blouse, are two of the most firm, round set of 39DD breasts I’ve ever seen. Though large, there is no sag at all making it possible for her to go braless, not needing one for support. These babies know how to show off… Her long, thick nipples, are set high surrounded with dark, cat eyed shaped areolas. If you watched very long at all, you would be rewarded to the sight of her erect nipples, poking through her bra and blouse giving you an incredible show. Extremely sensitive since having the baby, they would get very hard from the slightest of caresses caused by her lacy bra rubbing against them when she moved.

Though her body was one of God’s best works of art, her face was easily equal to the challenge. Her long neck led up to the beautiful slender face, set by her high cheek bones and flawless skin. Her full, red lips encased her incredible smile with a touch of suttle sexiness. She had a perfectly shaped, upturned nose she was self conscience about. The crowning feature of her pretty face had to be those large, green eyes. They were mesmerizing with the ability to talk you into anything with just a look. Toni’s long, dark brown hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. Always in place, it outlined her incredible face being the perfect frame to accent her features. I’m telling you that this woman is beautiful.

I was blessed, to be one of only two people, to know about her awesome tan. She may show off the bronzed body with the clothes she chose to wear, but under the lacy bras and panties only Ginger and I, had seen, the very white, creamy skin that had been protected by her bikini. These areas were so sexy contrasting a creamy white against the dark tan covering the rest of her body. I always thought of these areas, as the forbidden zones made just for my pleasure.

Ginger, seeing her naked while dressing after working out and taking a shower, would always tell her, she had way too sexy a body to waist on just her husband. She’d tell Toni, she could have anything she wanted, by just using that heavenly body properly.

Toni would laugh and tell her, she had all she needed and wasn’t missing out on anything. She’d tell Ginger, she was exaggerating about the size of the men she’d had and that, men didn’t get that large except in her fantasies and porn movies. Ginger would answer, telling her,

“You’ve already seen one in the movie I showed you at my house. Anyways, any time you’re willing to make a serious wager, I’ll be happy to produce the proof. Why don’t you put that body of yours up as the winnings for him when you lose if you’re so sure of yourself?”

Toni just laughed a nervous laugh wondering if maybe Ginger did have these huge men.

“You need to put that incredible body to good use, getting off on some well hung stud,” Ginger said. “If you’d just get fucked once by a large cock, you’d never be happy with a little one again.”

There’s no way it’s gonna happen,” Toni told Ginger. “I don’t fool around and never will.”

Ginger laughed telling her, “Someday I’m gonna get you really wasted, and by the time you realize what is happening, you’ll be getting fucked by a real man. Once he mounts you with his huge cock, it will be too late to do anything other than enjoy it.”

Toni had no idea that Gingers ultimate goal was to get Toni on her back with a man other than her husband lying between her legs. She didn’t care what she had to do to make it happen. If she was able to screw up Toni’s marriage in the process, it would be an additional bonus, fucking over her husband.

Ginger and Toni arrived at the party around seven, coming strait from work. There were about ten of Gingers friends there, with only one of them Toni recognized as a mutual friend from the gym.
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Office Sex in the Toilet

There’s a girl at work who I really fancy, her name is Rhona and she’s about 5’4″, brown hair which goes down to her shoulders and an adorable wee fringe, her smile makes me melt every time I see it, she is absolutely gorgeous but I can always see a mischievous glint in her eye. Her body shape is mesmirising, she is just smaller than average build and has the most amazing breasts. I don’t know her all that well because she works in a different department in the office, we’ve only spoken a couple of times but there was definitely a wee bit of flirting going on from both of us when we did.

Well, I got to know her a lot better last night…

I was working late, probably about half 7 and there was only me and another guy in my department. I decided to go for a toilet break just to get away from the computer screen for five minutes. As I walked down the corridor towards the restrooms, Rhona popped out from her office a few feet in front of me, she saw me, smiled and I could swear I saw her bite her lip as she started to walk a couple of yards ahead of me. She was wearing a purple dress thing which went to about half way down her thighs with thick black stockings underneath and flat shoes, I watched her arse, hypnotised by the way she was walking.

When I reached the door that led to the wee corridor where the mens and ladies was I found her propping it open for me, I smiled and said “thanks”, she smiled back at me and then bit her lip again.

We stood looking at each other a wee bit awkwardly for a couple of seconds, then she reached her arm out and kind of tapped me on the arm, I felt a wee buzz of electricity and suddenly I had butterflies in my stomach. “Wait there two secs, ok?” I nodded and she disappeared into the girls toilets. A couple of seconds later she threw the door open and grabbed my hand, before i knew it I had been dragged into the ladies and thrown up against a wall. She pushed her body onto mine and kissed me, I started to kiss her back and put my arms around her lower back, pushing her into me even more while our tongues massaged each others. Her hands were in my hair as we embraced passionately, my hands moved down to her arse and she responded to the movement with a stifled groan in my mouth.
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Ball Game Balling

“Oh, c’mon honey. We can’t see the screen with you standing there!”

Janice gave myself and my two friends a petulant, sulky look and stomped off to the kitchen.

“Oh well,” I said to Frank, sitting next to me, “I guess we better not ask her to bring us a beer!”

Frank and my other friend, Joey laughed as I got up from my seat to get the beers myself. “Tell me if I miss anything.”

The ball game had been an exciting one so far; the lead switching from team to team as the game progressed. I was reluctant to tear myself away from the TV, but we all needed that liquid refreshment essential to watching any sporting event!

“How long is this stupid game going on?” asked my wife as I opened the fridge, “I’m bored!”

She smiled that impish little grin at me. The one she knows I find hard to resist. “I’m also feeling a little horny, baby. C’mon, get rid of these guys and forget the game, I got something hot just for you!”

I thought about it. My wife can be a hot little bitch when she wants. But I stood firm. “Sorry honey, It’ll have to wait a while, the game’s just getting interesting, and the guys want their beer!”

I could almost feel her icy stare on my back as I returned to the lounge to resume watching the game. Frank, Joey and myself watched, drank and cheered as our team increased their lead. At one point I heard Janice stomping up the stairs and assumed that she was going to watch a soap or something on the TV in our bedroom. I paid no more attention to her until, several minutes later I heard her returning. Joey was sitting by the door and was the first to see her as she entered the room. His eyes stood out on stalks as he looked at my wife. Whilst she was upstairs, she had changed her clothes and now appeared before us barefoot and wearing only the briefest pair of shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra under the shirt and her large breasts bobbed and jiggled under the thin material as she walked. Her attitude had changed as well. She stood in front of us smiling sweetly.

“Can I get you more drinks, boys?”

Frank and Joey seemed more interested in ogling her long, bare legs than watching the game as the quickly nodded their assent. Janice disappeared back into the kitchen and returned a moment later with three cold bottles. She sashayed around the room passing the drinks to my friends and giving them a good view of her legs, one of her best features, I might add. As she passed the last bottle to me she had a wicked grin on her face. I had seen this look before and it suddenly dawned on me what she was up to. Janice loves to flirt. She can be a real slut when she’s horny and we have both been known to take things further than just looking. The game was drawing to a close now and the result seemed settled. Perhaps it was time for a little bit of fun, I thought! I could see that Frank and Joey were trying to conceal obvious erections. Janice had been pestering me to buy her an expensive pair of shoes she had seen for the last two weeks. I had bought them already, but was keeping them as a surprise to give to her later. But now a different idea had formed in my head. Without a word, I quickly ran to the den and fetched the shoes, still neatly wrapped and in their box. I returned to the lounge and, opening the box showed my purchase to my two friends. They both looked and agreed that they looked really elegant.
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Claudia The Woman Next Door

I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy. She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T- shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.

The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up. While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her. I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.

One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”

I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.

She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.

She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 40Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
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Beach Bang

I was walking on the beach early one summer morning. The surf splashed water on my legs as I waded knee deep in the cool ocean.

The beach was empty of other people this morning; which seemed strange to me as it was a relatively hot and humid day.

Off in the distance I spotted the lone figure of what appeared to be a very pretty blonde. She was lying face down on a beach towel, obviously trying to catch a few rays of the warm sun overhead.

Seeing no one else around, I walked towards the pretty fugure before me. Might as well try to make friends with her if she would let me.

As I approached the prone figure; I couldn’t help but notice the long, sexy, legs stretched out on the large towel. Looking up her legs, my gaze stopped at her smooth, round butt. She was wearing a red thong bikini bottom which showed all of her tight, well tanned, ass.

My gaze traveled further up her long slender body. She was topless; face down on the towel. Her face was turned away from me as she seemed unaware of my presence.

I caught a glimpse of one of her pert, alert nipples on one of her small, but well rounded, breasts. This small sight caused a predictable response from me. My penis began to slowly stiffen as I finally arrived at where the blonde beauty was sunning herself.

She suddenly raised herself up off the towel and turned her face towards me. Even though she was wearing sunglasses, I could tell that my appearance had surprised her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I appologized. “Didn’t mean to give you a start, pretty lady.”

“It’s alright. I could faintly hear your feet shuffle through the sand as you walked up.” She answered me in a very familiar voice. I knew that voice from somewhere, I just couldn’t quite place it.

She looked at me through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Most likely she was trying to size me up as a friendly guy or a possible pervert. Which one; I didn’t know.

Her long, silken, blonde hair, fell upon her shoulders. Her mouth was round and full lipped. I knew this pretty lady from somewhere. It was bugging me that I couldn’t remember where it was.

She made no effort to hide her small, but perfectly round breasts, from my sight. The unknown blonde noticed me staring at her perfect, lovely, mounds of womanhood. She also could not help but notice the bulge in my shorts as my manhood was at its fullest.

“Is that for me?” She asked as she took off her sunglasses.
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Size Queen

My whole life I have been attracted to men, since I can first remember. Of course my feelings for some men changed from family love and friendship to lust sometime during my teens, and I became aware of the difference between men and myself.

For starters, I am all woman. I stand 5’8”, long brown hair, olive skin, dark eyes, a very attractive face, and an hourglass figure. I have fairly large breasts; depending on the manufacturer I take either a C or a D cup, usually a D. I workout at the gym every day and run on the weekends, so I have a very flat stomach and toned muscles. I competed in track in my high school, but quit during college. It wasn’t that I wasn’t fast enough; the bouncing of my breasts just became too painful, even with an industrial strength sports bra. In addition to this I was attracting a lot of male attention and I frankly enjoyed it, so I cleared out my schedule a little bit so that I could indulge.

I am particular about the men that I get together with, they have to be first of all a nice guy, a gentleman, motivated, and in good shape. Of course, I prefer them to be good looking, but not in that rugged sort of way, those kinds of guys typically are too macho and filled with themselves.

Another discriminator that I sought after awhile was that they are well hung, well endowed, or big ‘down there’. The guys I dated in high school were mostly big guys, some college guys, but when I got to college I learned that I could have a much greater choice and even share stories with my friends! Who is better to recommend a lover than a good friend, eh?
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Mandarin Chinese

A few days ago I ran across an old College Textbook from many decades back and it made me remember a few days during the spring semester of my junior year at a to be UN-named liberal arts college.

The time was the early 1970’s roughly the time period from just after Woodstock, to just before Watergate. Drugs were plentiful, aids was unknown, and girls hardly ever wore bras and everyone was exploring every aspect of life you could think of exploring. While there were no official coed dorms, there were certainly boys and girls living together and it was not hard to find a party every Friday or Saturday night where it was pretty darn easy to end up with some sweet young thing and to go to either her room, or in my case, since I didn’t share a dorm room, back to mine. This was my usual mod us operand i.

Since the beginning of the academic year I had taken Mandarin Chinese along with my general load of Asian History courses, my minor and liberal arts classes. The Mandarin Chinese class consisted of meeting with the professor in his on campus apartment 3 times a week for roughly an hour each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and then a general lab in the library where we listened to Mandarin tapes. This could be done at our convenience. There were three of us in the class, Vickie, Sydney and myself. The Professor was nearly blind and I had actually traveled with him briefly one summer in both Hong Kong and Japan. This was before it was really possible for an American to go to what we then called Red China.

On Monday of the week before Easter, at our regular afternoon class, I was rather surprised that Vickie and Sydney, both wore short dresses. The usual attire at the school for those of the female persuasion, was a shirt or top of some kind, pants or shorts and almost always hiking boots of some kind. The school was known for its outdoor programs and emphasis, and it was near both great hiking and cross-country skiing and had a stable on campus as well.
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You Are Invited

Tara Andrews muttered as she walked to her closet. What on earth was she going to wear? Dan, her husband, had received an invitation to an exclusive party held by his boss. These parties were known throughout town as ‘social events’ and a personal invite was a coveted treasure.

That still didn’t solve the problem of clothing. It had to be perfect. Tara wasn’t sure why she felt that way, but she did. And though excited about attending such a famed party, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. It was nothing she could put her finger on, just an unsettling sensation deep in her stomach.

In an attempt to rid herself of the feeling, she pulled the terrycloth towel off her head, allowing her wet dark hair to tumble down. Tiny rivers of water ran down her delicate shoulder blades to the small of her back. Her alabaster skin goose-bumped from the slight chill. With a toss of the towel knotted around her, Tara made her way to the closet for one last perusal.

She decided on red. The red slinky dress with the spaghetti straps which clung to her figure so nicely. It was elegant, dressy and had just a touch of sexiness. The mid-length hem would be appropriate while still showing off her well-toned legs. Confident in her selection, she finished her make-up and started on her hair. There was still forty minutes before they had to leave. A quick blow dry and a simple twist and she would be on time.

Exactly on schedule, Tara walked down the stairs to see Dan patiently waiting for her. His eyes shone bright as he watched her approach. Yes. She had made the right selection. Tonight would be a night to remember.

Tara sat in awe as they drove up the long driveway. The house that stood before them was vast in size and stature. This was not a house, but a mansion. Never had Tara seen anything like it. The whole front was done in a stone and brick design, interweaved perfectly to create an old English design. The front lawn and gardens surrounding the walk were immaculate. Flowers and shrubs of every variety detailed the curved entrance.
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4th of July

A few years ago, coming out of my divorce, I found myself hooked on multiple commitments. If having one woman in love with you was good, how about having two or three or more in love with you? Of course, the answer is that just as the pleasure is multiplied, so is the pain. I would experience the “pain” side of things time and again later that summer, but one Fourth of July weekend I would experience the pleasure, with a perfect alignment of sorts.

Thursday Night: My current lover, we’ll call her Contessa, was over at my house the night before, on the 3rd. A tiny, curvaceous dark-haired Mediterranean beauty in her mid-30’s, she had small breasts and a round, firm, fuckable ass. We went to bed at the usual hour, but before we fell asleep, my excitement got the better of my and, reaching over, I felt her ass and pulled her towards me. She pushed back against my rapidly hardening cock. My right hand came around her right hip, slowly moving down into her black, see-through panties, pushing them down until I found her dripping, wet pussy. My left hand came up around her neck, pulling her into me, as my right hand pulled down her panties. She helped me, kicking off her panties.

We rolled onto our stomachs and my legs parted hers. With little foreplay, I entered Contessa from behind, my cock splitting her pussy into as I breathed in her sweet, soft dark mane. Quite expressive, Contessa purred with appreciation as I entered, lifting her hips up off the bed to match my thrusts. I held her down as I pumped her, completely enveloping her petite frame, all the while thinking about tomorrow’s planned activities, and when I couldn’t take any more. I exploded inside of her.

My cock still inside of Contessa , we fell asleep. I knew that sharing my precious bodily fluids might sap some of my strength on Friday, but the sexual energy was high
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Coed Shower

It took me months to talk her into it, going to a nude beach. I remember the first time I mentioned it to my wife Susan, she just looked at me like I was crazy and said “you’ve got to be out of your mind.” We have been married 18 years and have never really done anything too adventurous sexually. Don’t get me wrong, our sex life was great, after 18 years I’m still as turned on by her as I was when we were dating. Susan is 5’6,” 115 pounds and has shoulder length blonde hair. She also has the most beautiful green eyes you ever saw. Her skin is that of a 20 year old, still so soft and smooth. Time has been extremely kind to her.

It was after months of reading erotic stories on the internet that I started thinking I’d like to visit a nude beach. Voyeur and Exhibitionism were my favorite erotic story subjects so the idea of visiting a nude beach would let me experience a little of what I’d been reading. I wanted Susan to go because one of the fantasies I have is to have some guy see her naked. That’s all I wanted, I could never think about some other guy doing anything to her. I just thought it would be a huge turn on to have some stranger see her naked, and to see some good looking naked female strangers too! Like I said, we never did anything too sexually adventurous and Susan was quite shy. When we went to a pool or regular beach she never wore a swimsuit that was too revealing. She always got uncomfortable when she thought some guy was checking her out at the beach even without a revealing swimsuit.

So I kept bringing up the subject a couple times a week for a few months, she always thought it was a stupid idea and kept asking me why it was on my mind all of a sudden. She does not know about all of the erotic story reading I’ve been doing. Finally one day she agreed but only if I didn’t pressure her to get naked if she felt uncomfortable and only if I promised that we would find a secluded part of the beach. I agreed thinking this was the most cooperation I was going to get. I already knew of a place to go about 150 miles from where we lived. I had done my internet research! The following Saturday was the day.

We got to the beach around noon. It was fairly crowded. As we walked along on the beach looking for the right spot we saw some people who had swimsuits on, some women were topless and fewer were completely nude. It was enough to make Susan turn bright red with embarrassment though! Especially when we walk past a naked guy, she just glanced at him and quickly looked away. We kept walking until the crowd thinned out. As I promised her we found a secluded area far from the crowd and stretched out a blanket. She had on a 2-piece swimsuit that wasn’t too revealing but for her it was more than you’d expect. We had a nice afternoon, I got naked for awhile and she would only take her top off after looking both ways down the beach to make sure nobody was walking towards us. We splashed around in the water a bit and got some much needed sun.

When it was time to go I felt a little disappointed that she didn’t go full nude and nobody came anywhere near us anyway, but I had a nice day with my wife and maybe next time she’d let us spend some time around other people. As we were walking back toward the crowd Susan was looking for the showers we saw earlier in the day. She wanted to wash the salt water out of her hair, she always said it always made her hair feel funny the next day. We found the shower and as she was walking up to the entrance she realized there was no “men” or “women” sign. Then we both realized this was a nude beach so there was really no point of having separate showers.
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Jesse

Jesse and I had worked together at the ad agency for about a year. She was the account executive and I was the lead creative. Truthfully, we were a pretty good team. She had a good head for the media side of the business and I knew the strategy, creative and production. It was a good pairing of strengths and the client seemed quite pleased.
Jess was also going through a stressful time as her son was headed to college and was having trouble with that transition, her hot little 16 year-old daughter was coming of age as a cheerleader and her marriage to a real mook had come apart. Since we worked together every day I heard all that went on and commiserated. My own marriage was not the best and we were working through a separation.

We had spent the past two weeks working late getting material prepared for a client trade show and flew off to Atlanta to work the show. As we headed down the airport concourse I couldn’t help but watch her walk just ahead of me. She had a great sway and a terrific butt. For a 40-year-old woman she was very well put together. She had told me once that she’d had breast reduction surgery and from the tight shirts I’d seen her in, the doctor was more sculptor than surgeon. Her figure was perfect. Long legs, great curves, perfect C-cup breasts and a beautiful face, framed by dark red hair. Plus she was fun to be around and a pleasure to work with.

The trade show was a trade show. We’d done several of these and a couple for this particular client so everything was old hat, until the third night of the show. Typically, we always dined with the clients but they had a major prospect show up unexpectedly and we were dumped to our own devices. We decided we’d just grab something there at the hotel and head to our separate rooms, but once inside the restaurant everything sort of moved in it’s own direction.
First off there was a problem in the kitchen – a gas line had been cut somewhere, the ovens were out and they weren’t serving hot food. So we simply rerouted to the bar. We took a table and ordered drinks and began to munch on the trail mix that passed for bar food. The band was good and we sat and listened and shot the breeze and soon two and a half hours and several rounds of serious drinks had passed. Jesse, I noticed, was lit and I was working on a decent buzz myself.

I needed to get some food in me so I asked Jess what she wanted to have for dinner and she leaned across the corner of the table and put her hand on my thigh. She looked at me with an enormous pair of exotic brown eyes and in a very sultry voice said simply, “You.”
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Super Sex Machine

Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.

On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time.

A couple of hours later, my friend Chuck comes over to the table with a drop-dead gorgous brunette and along with her was the dog-faced chick. Her name was Louise. She sat down next to me and we started to talk, I can’t remember about what. By this time, I had downed a few and I was easier to please than earlier in the evening, and the pickings had been pretty slim. It was obvious that Chuck was going to pair up with the Baby Doll, leaving the other one for me. I guess I rationalized that it was my duty to do this for Chuck, and it wouldn’t hurt me either. And besides, I was starting to get turned on by one of the biggest set of jugs that I had ever seen except in magazines.

I let my hand drop down into Louise’s lap, and eased it between her thighs, just to let her know where my mind was going. She squeezed her thighs against my hand, as if to indicate she liked having it there. In a few minutes, we had decided to go to Louise’s trailer just out of town, to drink some beer and party. After a quick beer stop, we arrived at Louise’s trailer; we had to climb in through the window, but I can’t remember why. Once inside, Louise brought me a beer and about halfway through it, she excused herself to make herself more comfortable. When she returned, she had on a long satin nightgown in a light yellow color. Nothing could have helped her face, but I must admit everything else about her was a turn-on. Everything that had anything to do with sex was bigger than what I was used to. Furthermore, she was not fat, just big. Her large physical features were all in proportion and gave her a bigger than life sexy mystique that turned me on even more every minute. Those tits must have been 44DD and I had never had my hands on anything like that until now, that is.
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Truck Stop Girl

I lay in bed, alone, as usual. It was only ten p.m. on a Friday night, and I really wasn’t that tired. I wasn’t quite up to getting all dressed up and going out, so I threw on a pair of jeans, an old shirt and my sneakers, hopped in the car and headed for the truck stop for some coffee.

As I walked in, I noticed a sexy guy sitting alone at the counter. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged a perfect tight ass and a snug white t-shirt. I walked past him, and, getting a whiff of cologne I sat down in a booth near him. Lighting a cigarette, I tried to concentrate on the menu while stealing longing gazes at his back, and wishing I had thought to wear something a bit sexier than a flannel. The waitress came, I ordered coffee and some eggs and thought about moving to the counter to sit by him. Just as I was about to get up, he turned around and asked if he could join me.

“Please do” I answered nervously, gesturing to the seat across from me. His face was sexily scruffy, his eyes a warm brown that were making me wet already, and a mouth I could almost imagine kissing my nipples.

“Hi, I’m Kris. You from around here?” he asked, looking me with those beautiful eyes and a seductive smile.

“Yeah I live a few miles away. By the way I’m Amanda.”

“Pleased to meet you Amanda. I’m trying to find a place to stay tonight, the heater went out on my truck and I’m not looking forward to sleeping in this cold weather of yours by myself! I don’t suppose you could direct me to a cheap hotel or something?” Kris explained.
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A Birthday Surprise

Slade and Nikki had been friends since childhood, the relationship had always been platonic and all in fun. They simply enjoyed each other’s company. Slade was 23, and very fit. He was about average height, with the usual brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. Slade enjoyed working out, he was one of those “Let’s-go-to-the-gym-all-day- and-work-out-till-it-hurts” people. Nikki was very close behind Slade, being 22, and she too was fit, just trying to keep up with Slade kept her in shape. She had slightly darker brown hair and set of eyes to match. Her tanned body was because of Slade again…he had dragged her to yet another tanning session the other day…but she liked it, even if she had put up a little bit of a fight. Nikki had perfect breasts too, In all, her body was almost perfectly proportioned…all except for her ears, or so she thought.

Everyone who saw this couple assumed they were dating or married, to the amusement of the pair, and would tell them on how each complimented the other..a match made in heaven they would say….Slade and Nikki would laugh. Sure, they hung out together. They were friends. The truth, even if they did not realize it themselves was that they went everywhere together….the movies, the gym…hell, they even worked at the same fitness center. Slade being the fitness instructor, and Nikki being a masseuse.

Slade was sort of dumb sometimes, Nikki truly did like him more than a friend, but kept it to herself. Maybe one day he would realize she was not letting him drag her everywhere because they were “just friends”. Maybe one day he would just take her home, throw her on the bed and take her, like she wanted him to. Sometimes she would steal glances at the gym where they worked just to be able to look at him.

“Damn, he has such a nice ass.” Nikki would think. Then, sneak back to her room, and massage the next customer, imagining that it was not this person she didn’t know, but Slade underneath the towel…and that she could rip that towel off at any moment. Feeling his muscles under her expert fingers, relaxing him before rolling him…..”Ok, this isn’t Slade.” She thought again, bringing her back to reality, and to another customer.
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Locked Out

My husband and I were both 25 when we got married. We came from Northern Wisconsin so it was quite a shock when Kevin’s Company transferred him to Georgia. We moved to a suburb outside Atlanta and found ourselves a small one-bedroom apartment in a very nice complex while we looked for a house we liked.

It was a nice community filled with mostly young professionals who were starting out or passing through. We were on the backside of our building at the bottom of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little landing that was shared with the apartment across the way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs was just past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and was surrounded by small walking paths. I liked to stop and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back from errands or the gym.

I didn’t know anyone; we’d only been there about 3 weeks. In fact I was really lonely. I’d thought about getting a job but Kevin told me that we would probably be moving again in 6 months so I said, “why bother”. Each day as Kevin left I’d go to the door and give him a kiss goodbye and then try and find something to keep myself busy until he came home 12 or 13 hours later.

Last Wednesday Kevin left very early. He had to go north of Atlanta so he was out the door by 5:30. I got up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him goodbye, wished him luck and watched him go up the stairs to drive away.

OK, I thought, another day in this place. Maybe I’d go to the pool or just do some laundry. It was really hot even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun beginning to poke its head up over the trees and watched my friends the ducks swimming around. I saw one that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the edge of the landing to get a closer look.

A warm breeze came along. Damn, I thought, even the wind is warm. Then I heard the bang. It took me a second to realize what it was. I spun around and my front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked, yup, it was locked. Didn’t I feel like a jerk. OK, Kevin was gone, I didn’t know anyone and it was only 5:30 in the morning. What the hell do I do now? I paced around trying not to panic, or cry, and tried to decide what to do.

All right, I thought, I can’t exactly just walk around. I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and some pink tap pants. Kevin always liked this robe. He said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good legs, guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small but as long as my husband liked them who cared.

I hadn’t even put my blond hair up in my normal ponytail, which kept me cooler. No shoes and it kept getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat coming from the sun and the felt the water drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my skin.

I heard someone coming down the steps and turned around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel. He was about our age and must have been a lawyer or something. He was always immaculately dressed in a nice suit and had hours that were often as long as Kevin’s. He was never around. He must have just come back from an early morning run. His coal black skin was soaked with sweat. His sleeveless shirt clung to his body which I had to admit was very muscular. He stood about 6 foot and must have weighed about 195. He had what looked like a tattoo of what looked like an Omega on his arm.

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Wife Goes Commando

Cyn and I have always enjoyed a good sex life over our almost 30 years of marriage. This is one episode which helped keep things interesting and fun in our earlier years…

We were in our mid twenties, having been married a few years. We had two young children and were thrilled with getting invited to a wedding as it would give us a night out without the kids. Cyn is definitely a MILF… a petite girl at five foot 2 and less than 120 pounds, cute with short blonde hair, 36d breasts, a nice shape and shapely legs that make a perfect ass of themselves.

It was a nice summer evening and we were both excited to get out and have some fun. We talked about having a little naughty fun and Cyn obliged by wearing a sexy black wrap dress made out of a thin and clingy t-shirt material. It was about knee length and low cut in front, showing off her cleavage and the fabric followed her shapely waist and butt. As the wrap opened as she moved, her tan and shapely legs were visible high up her thighs whenever she moved. When it clung to her it looked like a second skin and it made me hard just seeing her in it.

The reception was at a parish hall, adjoining a parochial school and playground. We had several drinks and danced and Cyn caught many an eye as she looked so attractive and sexy. She was having a lot of fun and also had plenty to drink, which seemed to make her a little more flirtatious than usual. Fortunately drink can also make her pretty horny.

Not too late in the evening we stepped outside for some fresh air. We wandered over to the playground, which was near the hall and yet fairly dark. Although we were within 40 or 50 feet of the hall entrance and could hear the music playing and people talking outside the hall, we began to kiss and make out passionately.

Our hands began to roam over each other and when I reached down to fondle her ass through the thin material of her dress; I could feel what I suspected in the reception… she had either no panties on, or thongs. Either way her ass cheeks were open to the night breezes! A little naughty for my fairly conservative wife, I thought. But I liked it!
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Alabama Back Door Lover

As much as I love to get my pussy fucked, I adore getting screwed in the ass by my lover. The feeling of a stiff ten inches up my chute makes me perk, my asshole twitches and my mouth waters. My husband wouldn’t ever do that to me, so I had to find someone who would. I found David, the older brother of a friend of mine. I live with my husband and daughters in Northern Georgia; David lives in North Carolina and loves camping in the mountains.

Actually, it started quite by accident. David had stopped by to visit and my husband and I invited him to stay for dinner. Afterwards, my husband started drinking too much and by ten o’clock he was so wasted I put him to bed. David and I sat up, talking about the old neighborhood and our respective careers until after midnight.

He got up finally, saying he was tired. His pickup truck was in the driveway and he was going to sleep in the camper on the back of it. I got up and kissed him, probably with a little more feeling than just friendship. He was smiling and looked a bit surprised.

“Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,” he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed.

“Why, David, did you have a crush on me?” He nodded. That’s when a wave of desire and affection, spurred by my husband’s shameful drunkenness overwhelmed me. I put my arms around his neck, pressed my body tightly to his, and rubbed my mound against his crotch. Again I kissed him, this time slipping my tongue between his easily parted lips and whipping it around inside his mouth. I felt movement in his crotch and pressed even harder against him.

“Let me look at that camper of yours,” I said. Even in the summers, nights in the Georgia mountain’s are cool, but I was so hot, I’m surprised steam wasn’t rising from my body as we walked outside. The full moon was bright and the only sounds were the whisper of the wind in the trees and the rush of water in the nearby stream. We got to the truck and I decided just to lay my cards on the table.

“David, how would you feel about fucking me in the ass?”
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Poker Game

Stephanie, my girlfriend has heard for a while now about my buddies and the poker games I hold, she has always wanted to meet them and I told her the next game she was invited but she had to behave because Stephanie has quite a wild streak, she told me she would and sounded almost giddy looking forward to the game. I told her okay baby we will have the game on Saturday night.

Saturday night is here and steph is ready to play hostess, she is wearing a nice outfit, not to revealing but definitely accentuates her big beautiful round butt. The blouse shows just enough cleavage to get noticed but not so much so that seems slutty. Her skirt goes down to her knees but is very tight fitting. Steph has long dark hair that accentuates her beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.

Steph hears the doorbell and asks me if she can get the door, I said sure baby go welcome out guests. As she opens the door, my friend Andres arrives, he is always the first to arrive and tonight is no different.

He was shocked to see Stephanie because we have a motto at our poker games, no girls allowed, this is suppose to be boys night out where we can get together and talk and b.s. with each other without worrying what our wives think, by the way all the guys but me are married, so they really like coming to the games to get away from their wives.

So when Steph open the door he had not only a surprised look but slightly disgusted when he saw a woman was going to be there, that disgust quickly melted away when Steph turned around in reaction to me welcoming Andres in, as she turned to look at me, Andres couldn’t keep his eyes of her shapely ass, he noticed he was staring too long, looked up at me, realized he was caught and blushed, I gave him a knowing smile with a shrug off my shoulders.
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College Sports Recruiting

This is a story of Jared, a small-town high school football hero, and his introduction to big-time college sports.

The recruiting letters had been coming for a year and I couldn’t believe that it was time for my first visit. I had been the starting quarterback at my school since I was a sophomore and when I became a junior, I grew to 6-3 and 210 pounds. I quickly became a hot recruit.

After flying for only the second time in my life, I was taken by a van to the university dorms where I checked in. I found out I’d be sharing the room and the weekend with a couple of brothers, one a running back and the other a receiver. I had heard of both and I figured if I was considered in the same class as them, it was a complement.

The brothers, Jamarr and Terrell, were inner-city players with a background a lot different than mine. They seemed a lot older than me but they were friendly and they said they had heard of me. “This could be the offense for the next four years, Vanilla,” Jamarr said. OK, it was a racial comment, but he was laughing when he said it. Still, I wasn’t quite comfortable enough to throw it back at him.

We toured the stadium and the weight-room and we got to join the team meal on Saturday before their night game. Then, we got sideline passes to watch the game. It was great, although I have to admit I was distracted by the cheerleaders and dance squad. The cheerleaders were cute and athletic, but the dance squad, dressed in skimpy NFL cheerleader type outfits was flat-out hot.

After the game, we were taken back to the dorms and, on Sunday, we were told we’d get a limo tour of the city and the area. The three of us showed up in the lobby Sunday morning and were led to the limo. That’s when I got the biggest surprise, at least so far.
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The Train

As is my fancy when I am not dressed in jeans and a T- shirt, I enjoy dressing up. I like the 50’s look and I have a dark blue suit, jacket and full pleated skirt, with the hem a few inches above the knee. I usually wear stockings, the black sheer shiny type, suspenders (or as you call them garter belts) and quite high heels. My skimpy knickers are of satin, which make me feel really sexy especially since my pubic hair has grown quite thick and bushy since a long lost boyfriend persuaded me to shave it off.

I can feel it inside my knickers, fighting with the satin as I walk…it is almost arousing. I also wore a white brushed nylon blouse which hung and clung to my unsupported breasts which seem to acquire a motion of there own under it when walking…especially when wearing the four inch heels. I am a brunette and my long shoulder length hair I wound into a coil on the top of my head. I never wear too much make up, but enough to arouse interest and accentuate my full lips and large eyes.

Anyway hopefully now you can imagine me, as I tripped down to the station and caught the post rush hour train. It was a warm sunny spring day and I took no overcoat, just a brief case for my notes. The journey down was totally uneventful and I arrived at Seymour Hall and sat through the rather boring seminar.

Afterwards I went to a snack bar with some friends I met and we chatted, rather forgetting the time and by the time I left, it was the rush hour and I had forgotten how crowded London becomes at that time…really crowded and how people do it day after day…well it beats me. Anyway I was standing on the underground platform, what you call a sub-way, waiting for a train, together with what seemed the rest of the world, when I saw a man looking at me…In that way men do. To say our eyes met across a crowded station platform would be an exaggeration, but we did have that intense eye contact.
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Pregnant Lust

Teri’s body had always fascinated me. She was in her early 20s, slender, with medium sized tits, and a well maintained figure. It was obvious to me she was proud of her body and took good care of it. She wasn’t tall, about 5′ 1″, and had brownish blonde hair, which she wore a little longer than her shoulders. She was invariably pleasant and always had a “Good morning, Mr. Franks” whenever she saw me.

Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in another office. She and my secretary were office pals and often had lunch together or chatted during their coffee breaks. Whenever she would stop by to talk with Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and would fantasize about what her body looked like without clothes.

In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass, slender waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert nipples just a little darker than the rest of her skin. The hair covering her pussy was the same color as the hair on her head, letting me know it was her natural color. Of course, she would always want me to fuck her right there in the office and I’d always oblige.

I’m not sure what is was about her, but I started to become a little obsessed with her. I knew she was married, but I figured I could always look and dream. Little did I know what was waiting for me.

Since Teri was pretty career orientated, I was a little surprised when Marcia told me Teri was pregnant. She and her husband were pretty happy with the prospect and I congratulated her. A couple of weeks went by and she was just starting to show. I thought I’d lose my desire for her, but I didn’t. I’d still daydream about her, even as her tummy got bigger.
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My Wife Lisa

My wife Lisa is all that I could ever hope for and more. At 27 she is bright, full of energy and fun. I met Lisa three years ago. A friend of mine was doing some computer work for a real estate office and had become friendly with several of the agents ( Most of the agents where woman ).

As it turned out every Friday night these agents would go out for drinks after work, and one night David (my friend) invited me to meet them at a small club nearby. When I arrived there was David sitting with four girls from the real estate agency. David introduced me to girls and after a short time we where all drinking and having fun when Lisa arrived. I guess she had been working with a customer and so was a little late meeting everyone. Lisa was then 24 with long honey blond hair pulled back from one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen.

Lisa is about 5″7 with a small but firm chest, long legs and an ass from heaven. I was soon introduced and found Lisa also was Incredibly smart and funny. Looking back I realize that she basically owned me by the end of that first night. At the Time I was 34. Ten years older than Lisa. Lisa and I started going out after that first night and every time I saw her things just got better. On our third date Lisa and I went out for drinks and dancing. Lisa was a knockout dressed in a short, tight black skirt with a button down white silk blouse and shear white camisole underneath and with her Black high heels to accentuate her already great legs… wow.

About midnight Lisa suggested we go back to my place just to have a drink and relax. I was or course all for it. Once we were at my apartment Lisa asked me to get us some wine from the kitchen. When I returned Lisa was standing in just a white silk thong and camisole and still wearing her black high heels. She looked so incredible I was speechless till she called me to her. That night was incredible. We made love all night and most of the next day. Lisa and I became closer and closer and just as things looked like they could not get better they got worse. All of a sudden Lisa became with drawn and quiet around me. I had a hard time just getting her to smile. Then finally one night she just started crying. My heart was breaking watching this girl that I was so in love with in such pain. I begged her to yell me what was wrong. I would never have guessed what she would tell me next.
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Dees First Gangbang

It all started as an innocent bachelor party for my brother. My wife Dee helped me set it up, who to invite, food, drinks, & even hired the entertainment (a stripper). On the night of the party she stuck around until the guy’s started to show up. She knew most if them, and flirted a little on the way out. Frank came in as she was leaving and asked where she was going, wasn’t she going to stay and do the strip show for us? The three of us laughed at this as Dee left to spend the evening at a friends house. Little did we know at the time that Dee would be our entertainment and more that night.

The party started out well enough. We drank, ate and gave Paul (my brother) a lot of good natured ribbing. About an hour or so into this someone asked about the entertainment. I assured them she (our stripper) would be there in about an hour. In the mean time I put some porn tapes in the VCR to watch until she got there. We sat around drinking, bull shitting and watching porn. Well the stripper didn’t show in an hour, so I called Dee to see if she could call and find out what was up. She told me she could but, the number was home so she had to come home to do it.

When she got here I meet her at the back door and took her to our bed room to the phone. I asked her to hurry as the guy’s were getting a little drunk and horny watching the porn tapes. She made the call. A couple minutes later she motioned to me from the hallway. It seems there was a problem with the stripper, she had a party before ours and things were going so well there she wasn’t going to make our party. While we were talking Jim came down the hall to use the bathroom. When he saw Dee there he commented how he thought Frank was bullshitting about her being our stripper. He then took a 5 out of his pocket and told Dee this was an advance on the first dance, then excused himself to pee. When Jim closed the bathroom door she looked at me and said as it was her fault the stripper wasn’t there she would do some kind of strip show so the party didn’t go bust, besides she said looking at the 5 in her hand who couldn’t use the money? I told her it wasn’t her fault, but that it was ok with me if she didn’t mind. We have enjoyed some exhibitionism before and this kinda got my interest and juices going just to think about my beautiful wife dancing nude in front of all these guys. I reminded her there was 15 or so fairly drunk and horny guy’s in there though. She said it would be alright and that she would only go as far as I wanted her to. I told her that if she was going to be tonight’s entertainment she should come as close as she felt comfortable to as a real stripper. Dee went to our bedroom and I went back to the living room to tell the guy’s the stripper was here and would be out in a moment. I then went back to our room to help her find the right outfit.
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Have You Seen My Virginity

This is a true story — I’m posting it in the hope that someone else in net-land has run into these people…

It was about five years ago, late summer. My friend Mark and I had been working at jobs that we hated all summer in our boring small town, but soon we would be heading back to our respective colleges. We decided to go camping, get away from it all and unwind.

We went to my favorite park in southern Illinois, which has a real small camping area — about twelve campsites. We had been there about a week or so, drinking whisky while sitting on the sandstone cliffs watching the sun going down, making daily excursions to nearby parks, etc. But we didn’t see any women worth looking at for the whole time.

Until the second to last day that we were there, that is. We were basking in the afternoon sun after a lot of running around that morning, hanging out near the main scenic trail in the park. We saw this couple go wandering along — a guy with his blonde, skinny but shapely girlfriend. She was wearing tight cutoffs and an open shirt tied at the waist. This got us pretty horny, and we were getting to feel like we needed to get back to the civilized world.

We went back to our campsite, and noticed that there was only one other group of campers still there, at the other end of the camping area. So we cranked up the B-52’s on my boom-box and danced around on the picnic table and made dinner. We were sitting and having a couple of beers, when we saw this truck drive through the camping area real slow. It drove all the way through, and about five minutes later it came cruising past again and pulled into the spot next to us. Mark and I raised our eyebrows at this, since the place was so empty, but went about our business.

Then we noticed it was the same couple we’d seen earlier. They set up their camp, and, when it was dark, came over and asked us if we’d like to join them for a few beers. We grabbed our cooler and the boom box and followed them back to their campsite. We were having a lot of fun talking with them, when the conversation started getting sort of weird. The guy would drop suggestive remarks, the woman would get sort of embarrassed, and Mark and I would wonder what was going on. Then the guy (I’ve forgotten their names, I was slightly distracted) said to his girlfriend, “Hey, why don’t you show these guys your tattooes?”
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