Moms Friend Helps Out

On reaching 18 and having had a big party, and then securing a place at university I felt things couldn’t be better. But whilst I studied in a seemingly male dominated year and location I began to have envious feelings for those I’d left back home. Most of my friends were hooked up with girls, some that I’d even wanted to get hooked up to myself, and here was I, working for the future but missing out on today.

Every term break and visit back home deepened my disappointment about not having a girl, to a point on one occasion I didn’t want to go back to uni.

On this particular occasion my parents booked a late holiday and the start date coincided with when they were supposed to take me back, although I was intent on not going back anyway so I didn’t really care.

I overheard my mum telling her friend on the phone that they would have to put me in a taxi and that will reduce their bargain by about £100. But then my mum seemed to be listening and saying quite a few things like “oh right, ok then.”

When she came off the phone she told my dad that she had saved him the £100 taxi fare, her friend Julie had offered to take me. I’m still not going, I thought to myself.

Julie had been a friend of mum’s since they lived next door to each other when I was younger and before we moved to where we are now, but they still kept in touch. They often visited each other for things like parties where women buy things in the home, and just general socializing and other parties. I couldn’t quite remember Julie when we lived next door to her but as I grew through my teens I occasionally had private thoughts about her, I’m sure you know what I mean. She always seemed interested in how I was getting on at school and then sent me a good luck card when I started uni.

The last time they came to our house I remember her saying how she couldn’t believe how much I’d grown since she last saw me a few months earlier, and although feeling a little embarrassed to be centre of attention I remember thinking that I was now fractionally taller than her husband. I was also about 4 inches taller than my mum who in turn was about 2 inches taller than Julie although my mum was about 10 years older than her.

What I specifically remember about that evening was frequently being in a good position to look down Julie’s blouse that was already showing a good portion of cleavage without the added advantage that a higher angle gave.

Julie had 2 young children and was probably in her very early 30s, she had short straight brown hair and brown eyes, a well shaped curvy figure without being thin or fat, and a wonderful chest that always seemed to strain against her tops or be on show to some extent. Thinking further, to help describe, I would guess she’s about 130lbs and I’d also guess 36 or 38d up top, which for a little women not much over 5 foot tall is quite impressive I think.

Anyway, my parents left for their holiday about 4am and Julie called round about 9am. I told her I didn’t want to go, and after much sympathetic prying and encouragement she eventually got me to back down and get my bags. We didn’t say much in the car, other than me giving her directions and her trying to be cheerful about my prospects, saying how proud my parents were of me and how pleased she was that I was doing so well.

My two roomies weren’t going to arrive until later so I unlocked and led the way in, dumping the bag of food on the kitchen table as we walked through, then into my small room putting my bag of clean washing on a chair. Julie close behind asking where she should put the bag she was carrying.
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Strip Night

My girlfriend Deanna and I had been partying for several hours. We were bar hopping on the strip, drinking and dancing to our wild hearts desires. Deanna was in a wraparound skirt with a thong bikini underneath and a button up half sweater with no bra. Both of us rubbed strange bodies and felt strange hands on every jam-packed dance floor. We could see in each others eyes that we were horny, dripping sweat and ready to do it.

After midnight we began to tire of the dance scene and were planning our next move. Since Deanna had been drinking and seemed open to new things I suggested a strip club just for fun. To my surprise she accepted my offer and off we went. She had never been in a strip club so I picked one of the more classy and expensive ones around so it would be a nice experience.

The doorman couldn’t take his eyes off Deanna’s long legs as we entered. She is 5’9″ tall with strong tan legs that go on forever. The 36c breasts bouncing under the sweater also grabbed his attention. The club was packed already and we grabbed one of the few couches left. We sipped on a bottle of Crown Royal we had carried all night and watched some of the on stage dancers. I rubbed Deanna’s body as we lay back and took in all the sights. She squirmed from my touch and began to softly moan as I would “accidentally” brush her nipples or let my hand drift close to her crotch. The alcohol was having an effect. She had watched several of the couch dances around us including one with 2 dancers rubbing each other. A few dancers asked if we were ready, but Deanna was still a little nervous and I turned them down. I finally told Deanna we should get at least one dance just so she could experience it and she agreed.

We watched several of the girls and picked out one we both liked. I explained to the girl that Deanna was a little nervous and we just wanted a sexy table dance right in front of our couch. I didn’t want to scare Deanna away our first time by having a strange girl dancing in her lap. The stripper slowly began twirling in her sheer dress and I wrapped my hands around Deanna and placed them on her belly, pulling her against me.

The dancer sexily slid the dress from her shoulders and down her body. As she did this I rubbed my hands lightly up and down Deanna’s arms and legs. I could see Deanna’s hardened nipples under her sweater as we watched the dancer bending and stretching and showing off for us. The bikini top came off and whispering I asked Deanna what she thought of the girl’s breasts. I let my hands slide under the bottom of the sweater and touch the bottom of Deanna’s breasts. She offered no resistance and after a minute suddenly turned around and gave me a wet full tongue kiss. She was turned on by the sexy show just as much as I was. (more…)

Brother and Sexy Sister

My name is Brian. I am currently twenty years old. My younger sister, Jamie, is eighteen years old. I am five foot eleven, broad shoulders, I work out, but I am not a total huge body builder. I get statements from my sister that a lot of girls at my school “supposedly” like me, but unlucky for them, I don’t like them that way. I barely know them, my sister on the other hand…that’s a different story altogether.

Though I usually think about my sister, I never tell anyone because they’d think I’m a sick-o. Of course I know there “are” people out there who screw their own family, but I never hear anyone saying anything. I think its because they don’t want anyone thinking their weird or anything. I wouldn’t blame em though.

Every night I think about my sister before I go to bed at night. Sometimes I get off easy, other nights I don’t. I usually think about eating her out or her sucking my cock. Though if you ask me, I think I’d cum harder when she’d suck my dick. Personally I find it sexier if a girl sucked my cock. I like it better that way.

I remember one night I heard her sucking her boyfriends cock, I wanted to watch real badly, but I didn’t want to get caught. I would of sneaked my way around and jacked off watching her suck his cock. That’d be the day, just thinking about her mouth over my cock gets me hard as hell. My sister is about 5’7; she’s probably about 135lbs. She has black hair, green eyes, long sexy legs, and a smooth sexy stomach with a wonderful firm butt. She has the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. She has to be a 30 something B. I prefer B’s to anything else. Especially on my sister, I wish I could touch them really bad.

I should quit thinking and do something before anyone comes home. Though I don’t know what to do right now except think about getting into my sisters pants. I quit thinking about it and stand up and survey the room for a minute and decide to go into the kitchen and get a soda out of the fridge and drink something. Walking to the fridge I open the fridge and grab a can of Coca-Cola, opening it and drinking a mouthful of it. I then walk back into the living room, but decide I want to do something else, but I don’t know what to do. Everyone should be home pretty soon I think.
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Jenny On The Bus

I’m a nice girl, and that’s why thirty-eight guys have cum in the palm of my left hand in sixteen weeks. Thought I could average one a day, but there just aren’t that many nice guys left who wear overcoats. Today was good though. Just got off the bus, and my hand is still sticky. Thought I shook all of his cum off my hand into the garbage can at the station, but I can still feel some of it on my fingers. I mean, he really came. Seven or eight spurts. Huge fucking balls. I know I didn’t get it all. Tried to keep it in my hand so it wouldn’t stain his pants, just in case he’s married, but I mean shit, I’ve never seen so much cum. He was cute, but they haven’t all been. Guy on Tuesday must have been somebody’s grandfather. Three weeks ago Friday the guy was so fat I could barely find his cock under the big flap of skin hanging down from his stomach inside his pants. When I found his cock he came quick. So did grandpa. There is absolutely no connection between being polite and being handsome. Some of the nicest guys are the ugliest.

Every day I get on the bus at the last stop before the freeway. Every day it’s packed. And every day I stand there, reaching for a handrail I can barely touch, while suits sit on both sides of me on the bus and ignore me. I’m not ugly. I get laid every weekend, sometimes both nights the same guy. But I almost never get a seat on the bus. So sixteen weeks ago, in the middle of December, I came up with this plan. If I guy gave me his seat I’d give him a handjob. Right there on the bus. I would reach up under his overcoat, unzip his fly, stick my hand in his pants, grab him by the cock, and stroke him until he came. Doesn’t take long. Less than a minute. Seems fast? How long would you last with a cute stranger with nice tits stroking your cock on the bus? How long would it take you to cum, bub? I can tell you, it would take under a minute. I have very soft hands and very big brown eyes. If I get to forty-five seconds and you’re not cumming yet, I look up and lick my lips while I stroke you — and then you close your eyes and cum right away. Guess you’re thinking about me putting my lips on your cock when I do that. Not that I’d ever do that on the bus. Even the priest came, and it took him less than thirty seconds, cause the bus only went three blocks. He even gave me a “God bless you” before he got off the bus. I thought about skipping him, but I’m agnostic and if there is a God I don’t think he minded much.

It’s a formula, really. Bus has to be wall to wall people. I squeeze to the back of the bus through the smell and the suits until I get to the four single seats by the right rear side door. I stand beside the guy in the second single seat — or the third single seat if there’s a woman or a boy in the second seat — I stumble once as the bus takes off, apologize to whoever I push, and stand back up. If my guy gets up right away, and if he’s wearing an overcoat, and if the guy standing in front of him is close enough that I can squeeze my hand up under the nice guy’s jacket and grab his cock without someone seeing what I’m up to, I do it. Lately, it’s been the best part of my day. Looking forward to it while I answer phones and take messages. Wondering if the guy I’m talking to will be on the bus.
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First Time In Public

It was the summer after I graduated from high school; I was eighteen at the time. I was dating the guy who was to eventually become my first husband. He was two years older than I. We both worked day jobs and saw each other most evenings.

We both worked about 5 minutes from a large county park. In nice weather, when our lunch hours coincided, we used to meet at the park for lunch. Both of us would brown bag it on those days that we planned to meet. In that park there were probably 20 or so groves each complete with picnic tables, stationary grills, swing sets, see saws, etc. On the hillsides that separated each picnic grove were, scattered here and there, picnic tables and a few stationary grills.

We would meet at the same grove each time that we went there, then walk up the hill to one of the picnic tables that were removed from a grove and other people. We usually picked a table that was near the top of the hill. We would and sit there, in our own private world, and eat and talk. We were in complete view of the road and of everyone else that was using that portion of the park, yet we were also alone together and could talk privately.

The first time that we had overt sexual contact there happened on a beautiful warm sunny day. We had finished eating our lunches and we were sitting talking. I was sitting on top of the picnic table and he was sitting sideways on the bench in front of me, straddling the bench. My feet were resting on the seat that he was sitting on. My back was toward the road at the bottom of the hill where most of the other people were. He moved over until he was sitting between my feet, with one of my legs on each side of him. Lifting his leg that was on the outer side of the bench he threw it up over the bench and turned to face me. He was now sitting on the bench between my legs, facing me, as I sat above him on the table top.

As we talked he slipped his hands up under my dress. I didn’t mind at all and I allowed him to go on without any protesting from me. I knew that no one could see what we were doing because my back was toward all the others that were there. I was facing the top of the hill with no other tables above ours. The top of the hill was covered with dense thick woods.

He rubbed my crotch thru my panties and it felt soooo good. I even spread my thighs open to give him better access. He had a talent for rubbing me in just the right places, thru my clothes. I was enjoying his touch and the feelings that he was creating in me.

He stopped rubbing my crotch thru my panties and slipped his hands around to the side of my hips then up to my waist. I felt his fingers grasp the elastic band at the waist of my panties and wondered what he was up to. He began pulling my panties down over my hips. I clasp my thighs back tight together in defense of his actions.

Being a little hesitant I ordered him, “Stop!”
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Earning a Living

This isn’t meant to sound vain or arrogant but I’m sexy and very pretty and look a bit like the singer Katy Perry. I’ve been popular with guys since my boobs first developed just after my 13th birthday. They are now 32c and I’m a natural size 10 with longish died black hair. I’m Bianca; 21 the youngest of three sisters, Tanya – 29, Stacey – 27 and me; the black sheep of the family with 6 tattoos to prove it.

Looking like I do has been a curse and a blessing in equal measures over the years. I love the attention my looks and boobs brings as I’ve always been an attention seeker – you should see how I dress! But I’m drawn to ‘bad boys’ who are often married or in a relationship. They, in return are drawn to me; which is why I had to move in with my elder sister 6 weeks ago. I’ll not bore you with the details but my flatmate wasn’t too happy when she found me in her bed with her boyfriend and his brother. What made it worse was that I worked in my flatmate’s parents’ shop so following a stand-up argument in front of everyone when I arrived in the shop two days later; I lost my job too.

My sister, Tanya and her family live in a four bed roomed detached house on a very nice estate.

No job meant no money so I’ve found myself living with my elder sister and her family. She’s got a good job in a Bank and her husband manages a Supermarket across town. Her husband Max is a great guy (if a little boring) and has a crush on me. Max left for work at 7am every morning and Tanya took their son to school on her way to work every morning at 8.15 which left me free to be bored out of my skull all day as I had no money; until they came home at 6 o’clock.

Well, I say ‘bored’ but that just means I could make my own entertainment!

I’d moved in on the Saturday and on the Wednesday I was standing at the door from the utility room at about 11.30; smoking a cigarette and checking my texts. The doorway was quite secluded; with a high locked gate at one end to the left of the linked passageway and to the right two back gardens were about 6 feet the other way. Suddenly the door to the neighbouring utility room opened and a man in his fifties got a shock as he put some rubbish in the wheelie-bin.

“Fu…..Bloody Hell!” He laughed and clutched his chest – pretending to have a heart attack. “I’m not used to anyone else being around during the week.” He laughed.

I smiled and introduced myself.

“Of course,” he joked, “I’d forgottan that Tanya was expecting guests.”

He introduced himself as Ian; but everyone called him Minty and chatted about the neighbourhood and his grown up family. I was so engrossed in the conversation it didn’t dawn on me until after a couple of minutes that I was still wearing the loose t-shirt that I’d worn in bed and it finished about 5 inches above my knees and I was wearing nothing underneath – no bra or panties. The dirty old bugger was getting an eyeful; especially as the cool breeze in the passageway between the houses was making my nipples stiffen and the hem of the shirt flap a little.
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Hot For Black Cock

My name is Melissa; I am 44 and have been married for twenty years. I have been a faithful wife and mother during that time. My husband Jim has always wanted to experiment with our sex life, but that never went too far. But like everyone else, I have fantasies too, but just never lived them out until now.

A group of us ladies decided to go to a male strip club for one of our friends 40th birthday. I had never been to one, but have heard plenty of stories.

We all were having a good time, plenty of drinks to lose you inhibitions. All the male dancers were younger guys 25-30ish. Mainly white, but there was two black guys.

All the guys got totally naked during the routines, and allowed the ladies to fondle them, for dollars of course. I had heard stories about black cocks, but had never seen one in person. The two black guys were well hung and attached allot of attention.

We all chipped in so Lisa, whose birthday could have a lap dance with one of the black guys. After his routine he came to our table, nude with a fairly hard dick. He presented himself to Lisa; she was shy at first but gave in and took hold of this beautiful black cock.

She stroked it in her tiny white hands as the dancer gyrated his hips toward her, soon both hands were on his cock and there was still plenty left to hang out.

To our surprise, Lisa lowered her head and stuck her tongue out. Her tongue circled the head of this massive cock, and then put her lips to it. She continued to stroke and suck his cock. Lisa offered to share her black wand with some of the others at out table.

Both Shelly and JoJo wanted to grab this big black cock as well. Then all three of them were on their knees in front of this guy. His dick was swing back and forth hitting hungry lips and groping hands.

Finally this guy blasted his wad and there was cum flying everywhere, hitting the three in the face, in their hair, on their clothes.

I don’t know about the others but my panties were soaked with my own precum. The three took to the restroom laughing and giggling like school girls.
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Bachelor Party Creampie

Hi there, my name is Tina and I’m writing this episode down at the request of my husband, Rob. You see, I recently had an amazingly hot sexual episode (one of many, actually) and Rob got so turned on by it he wanted me to share the details with the world. So, for what it’s worth, here we go!

First, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 32 years old, and I’ve been married to Rob for 8 years. We enjoy a very hot and active sex life, and we are into swinging with other couples. I’m 5’ 8” tall, 120 lbs, with brunette hair. Rob & I both workout, and I also teach an aerobics class. Rob is always telling me how hot my body is, and he gets turned on when my tight ass draws looks in public.

Anyway, this particular adventure started with Cindy, a young girl who is in my advanced aerobics class. She’s petite, 21 years old and blonde. She’s never missed a class, and I have to say that when I’m teaching I find my eyes drawn to her all the time. I think she started to pick up on this, when she sees me checking her out she started giving me shy smiles. I thought it was cute, and I started to think it might be fun to have a three way with her and Rob.

One day after class, about 2 weeks ago, she approached me as I was stretching to loosen up after the lesson. Everyone else had left the studio; it was just the two of us. I was seated on the floor working a hamstring muscle and she asked if she could stretch with me, as she was feeling a little tight.

“Sure,” I replied. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a crop top, and her whole body was covered with a sheen of sweat. I couldn’t help wondering how it would taste if I ran my tongue all over her body. I could see that the crotch of her shorts were particularly sweaty, and I had to push the thought of burying my face in there out of my head, otherwise I’d be heading to the showers to rub myself off.

She lay down on the mat, and asked “Can you just stretch one leg at a time for me?” I took her leg by the ankle as she lay on her back, and gently pushed it up and back. Looking down I could see her pussy lips outlined through her thin shorts, this girl didn’t like wearing panties when she worked out, another plus!

I released her leg and took the other one, stretching it the same way. “Oh, that feels so good,” she said, “almost as good as sex. Too bad my boyfriend is out of town, he always likes to get some when I come home from aerobics,”

Hmm, I thought, This is definitely starting to look like an opportunity. I said, “You’re really tight, let me just massage your hamstring a little while it’s in the stretched position.” I held her ankle with one hand and kneaded down the back of her leg with the other, all the way to her ass. Then I “accidentally” brushed her pussy as I continued massaging.

She moaned and said “That feels so good, I think I pulled a muscle in my butt, can you please work on that?”

I didn’t need a second invitation, I let go of her leg and she rolled over. I started at her hips, and gave a vigorous massage, running my hands over the thin shorts and down between her legs. “Spread your legs a little so I can work on your upper thighs,” I suggested. She obliged, and as I touched her I could see that her crotch was looking a lot wetter than it did before.
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Poker Game

A few buddies of mine from work love to get together every so often to play poker. We try to play whenever given the chance, and there are several of us at work who love to play. We are all mainly in our forties and fifties, and our games are all in good nature. It had been a few months since we last played, and Chris and myself tried to gather up a few others to play. We decided to play at my house the following Saturday night.

That morning I went out and picked up a few items from the store. I got the typical necessities like beer and chips, and when I returned home I got a call from Chris. He told me that Steve and Dave wouldn’t be able to make it, but that he got a buddy of his, and a coworker of his to play. I told him I was ok with that, and anyway I had already bought several times for that night.

That night Chris and the other two guys came over. Mike was around our age, and seemed like a very likable guy. His buddy Jason was quite a bit younger, and couldn’t had been more than twenty five or so. He was a bit on the conceded side, and he talked about how he was going to take all of our money from us. I tried initially to drown him out, but after several minutes I become extremely annoyed by him. I couldn’t wait to kick his ass, and show him who the best was at poker.

We had played almost an hour, and Jason was a bit better than I had originally thought. He had taken me on two good hands, and I fell for his bluff on both occasions. I was down quite a bit now, and he sat across from me bragging how many chips he had in front of him. This just infuriated me that much more, and I was more determined than ever to put this young prick in his place. I wasn’t about to let him beat me like this, and I couldn’t wait to win back some of the money had had taken from me already.

Over the next hour I began to get hot. I had won back some of my money I had lost to Jason, and he suddenly had finally shut up how good he was. He then began to make excuses how he had let me win. That just incited me that much more, and the game began to get extremely personal for me from that point on.

It was shortly after that when my wife Jen had strolled out into the kitchen for something. She had stopped to say something to Chris, and I could see young Jason salivating over her. I watched as Jen made eye contact with him. I could tell Jason was undressing her with his eyes, and Jen gave him a brief smile before strolling back into the living room. Jen stood 5’5 and around 140 pounds or so. She was a year younger than me, but didn’t look a day over forty. She had nice big tits to go along with a beautiful curved ass, and young Jason was getting his jollies off just watching her.

We had played for another hour or so when Chris said he had to go. I had won back almost three quarters what I had lost, and I felt good about doing that. Chris was just about to get up from the table when Jason said, “How about one more game!”

Chris looked over at me and I said, “I am fine with that.”

This would give me one last chance to show this young prick something before he leaves. Chris dealt out the cards, and to my excitement had dealt me three tens. I now had that young prick on the ropes as he threw away three of his own cards. Chris and his buddy immediately dropped out of the hand just leaving Jason and myself. He then said he was all in, and pushed his whole pile of chips to the middle of the table. He knew I couldn’t match his bet, and Chris immediately piped out that there was a limit on much you could bet.

Jason gave me a stern look and said, “Are you in or not?”

I wanted to beat him so badly now, and I began to offer him a few material things I had laying around the house to cover my bet. He didn’t want any of what I had to offer, and then suddenly surprised all of us when he said, “What about putting up that lovely wife of yours?

I knew he was bluffing me at that point, and I thought about for a good few seconds. I finally said to him, “You’re on!”

Chris piped up, “Are you sure you want to do that? It is only a poker game!”

I sat there for a few seconds staring down at my hand. I then said to him, “Let’s play!”

Chris and his buddy stood there with a shocked look on their faces. I sat there nervously as Jason said to me, “Let’s see what you got!”
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At The Movies

Joe will be here any minute. I’m really glad he enjoyed our first date as much as I did and asked me out again. It’s been a week and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but him. He’s so fucking hot!!! We have great chemistry and I could tell he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. I’ve really been looking forward to this.

He’ll be here at 7 and it’s 5:30 already. Grab a quick shower, shave, trim my pussy. Lotion, perfume, hair is done. What to wear? Warm enough now to avoid slacks and a sweater. Let’s see……oh yeah, this will be perfect. Cute halter sun dress. Picked this up last spring and haven’t had the occasion to wear it. No panties tonight dear, definite easy access. Thigh highs and my platforms. Perfect.

Almost 7. I’m in the kitchen, getting the wine glasses out of the cupboard when the doorbell rings. Early. That’s a good sign. I open the door and invite him in. He’s smiling, checking me out, tells me I look great. You don’ look so bad yourself in those tight jeans baby. Tell him to grab a seat, that I’ll be right back. Grab the glasses and the wine, we have time for a quick sip. I pour and sit across from him, making sure I show plenty of leg. Small talk and one glass of wine. Time to go.

More small talk on the way to the theater. No munchies for me, just a small drink. He takes my hand and we head into the theater. Once inside the door, it’s my plan to lead him to the back corner, bench seats and we can be alone. Apparently, he had the same idea, no need for me to lead, he’s guiding me there! We’re seated just as the lights go down.

The previews start and I place my hand on his thigh and give a squeeze. I hear him gasp and I smile at him. He places my arm around my shoulder and I lean in against him. I continue to stroke and periodically squeeze his thigh. He caresses my bare shoulder and I can feel my nipples stiffen. The volume is loud and we’re practically alone in our little corner. I move my hand from his thigh to his crotch. He’s already getting hard. I lightly caress the fabric of his jeans and I can hear his breathing getting heavier. His hand has moved to my breast, cupping and squeezing, kneading. Feels so good. I feel his hand move to the knot in the halter, working it free. The top of my dress falls loose, giving him access to my naked breast. His hand moves to my stiff nipple, lightly caressing it with his finger. I can feel my clit begin to throb.
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