Category: first times

Back Alley Cuckold

At the time of this story I had been in a committed relationship with Mimi for around two years. I guess you would have called her my girlfriend, however she had dropped the word ‘marriage’ a couple of times and it was obvious she wanted to take things further: Our relationship appeared rock solid. Perhaps I should have proposed, as it may have stopped the chain of events that subsequently unfolded.

Let me give you a little background. Mimi was a 24 year old Chinese girl who came to America from HK to study. She was 5 foot 8, she had a cute little bob of straight black hair, a slim athletic figure with the perkies little tits I had ever seen. She had the most adorable little butt and like most Asians, she had beautiful smooth milky skin. She was lively and outgoing. Our sex life had been fantastic.

One Friday night we had gone out drinking at the bar with some friends after classes. It had been a long night and everybody was generally wasted. Almost all of our friends had gone home and we had just called a taxi for Dave the last remaining survivor (aside from Mimi and myself). He mentioned he wanted to get some air while he waited and headed out the front. The bar was still in full swing, it was college town, but you had your regular mix of patrons. Mimi and I took a couple of stools at a small table trying to decide if we were ready to take make the trek home. She looked beautiful, in one of those tops that draped around her shoulders, covering her breasts at the front but leaving her whole back exposed. When she bent forward the cloth teased you by almost giving a direct line of site to her breasts. She was wearing a short tight skirt and no underwear. Having been dancing all night she had a fine sheen of sweat and a couple strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead and cheek – almost giving her a ‘just been fucked’ look. We had barely sat down a minute when a busty blonde waitress brought us over two shots: ‘from your admirer over there’ she added, giving us a quick smile before she quickly turned away. Both Mimi and I turned to see a guy, probably in his mid thirties raising his pint of beer as if to toast us, his eyes scanning my girlfriend’s body as he did.

I was a little infuriated, as if buying us a drink gave him the right to blatantly ogle my girlfriend in front of me. But we were both pretty drunk and Mimi turned back around to me, laughing and almost falling off her stool in the process. I smiled, we took the shots and our conversation moved on. It was clear however that Mimi had not forgotten her admirer as every now and then she took a quick look over his way. My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy.

Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him. She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. ‘you think so?’ she asked, almost rhetorically, before answering her own question with a quick ‘OK’. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly drunk, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.

After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Mimi was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world.

Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave. Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? – she was supposed to just go over there and thank them. I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team. My mind was swimming with lust, rage and alcohol, I started to actually become erect: what if one of these guys made a move on her?

Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Mimi had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up. It was too dark to see everything but I knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Sara and The Frat Party

This was Sara’s first Frat Party and she was a little nervous. She had heard about how wild they sometimes got. She was alone and thought that if it got too out of hand, she could always leave and walk back to her apartment house. Her sister/roommate was on a date and probably was going to get fucked, so Sara was looking for a distraction. She really didn’t feel like sitting in her room alone.

When she arrived, she was greeted at once and shown downstairs to the “party room.” It was wall to wall people and the smoke almost gagged her. There was a pool table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet of plywood to make a table. Under it was a beer keg and what looked like a thousand beer glasses on the table, some full but mostly empty. Someone filled a glass for her and she settled back to watch.

Some couples were dancing to hard rock music so loud it hurt her ears. Others were trying to talk and needing to yell at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were making out in the corners. She watched them and wondered how far they would go. Their hands were already roaming. She sipped on her beer and made small talk with a couple of girls nearby. She had to yell. She was not sure this was for her.

Soon, someone organized a drinking game involving whiskey and beer. Jugs were passed around and the game consisted of drinking as much as possible in as short a time as possible. She took part for a while and it was fun, until she felt a little woozy and dropped out.

In the corner watching her was a tall good looking guy. She noticed him and smiled and he came over and introduced himself. “Hi,” he said, “my name is Phil. You’re new here aren’t you? Freshman?” “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m Sara. There’s a first time for everything. I hope to have a good time.”

“Well, there is no way a hot girl like you could not have a good time here!” He said. She laughed and said, “Thanks, but as long as there are hot guys like you around, I’m sure I will enjoy myself.” She blushed and knew the drink was getting to her. He made a face and she playfully punched him. She was thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. She liked the way he laughed. She liked the way he looked at her.

“So, tell me Phil, what happens at these parties? I’ve heard they can get pretty wild?”

“They can get just as wild as you want them to, Sara, but now that I’ve adopted you, I will watch out for you.”

Ice Hockey Team Shares a Treat

I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.

Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my friend might be wherever that laughter is coming from, I go to investigate. The sounds lead me towards a partly open door. By this time I can hear several voices, all male, and the sound of running water, and I realise that it’s actually the door to the locker room. It seems that the local ice hockey team has just finished a training session and is getting showered and changed inside. I know I should leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me, so I push the door open a bit further and look into the room.

At first I can’t see anyone, and I move further into the room. Now I can see one of the players standing with his back to me. He is completely naked and I can’t help but admire his body, muscular and still wet from the shower. As I stand staring, I hear the door swing shut behind me, and I jump, startled. The player in front of me hears it, too, and turns around. I can’t speak, mortified at having been caught and suddenly more than a bit afraid of the consequences. He smiles and moves towards me, and I step back towards the door, mumbling “Sorry, I was just… I’ll go”. He says “No, don’t go yet” then calls over his shoulder into the room, “Hey guys, look what I’ve found”. I look beyond him and for the first time I see the rest of the team, twenty big, muscular, and mostly naked men.

Suddenly the sound of water stops completely and all I can hear is my own slightly panicky breathing, too fast and loud in the silence. Every impulse is screaming at me to get out, fast. I glance over my shoulder at the door and find to my horror that one of the players is now blocking my path. This guy is huge, at least 6’5″ tall and built to match. I have no doubts at all that this one guy alone could do whatever he wanted to me, never mind with nineteen other guys to back him up, and I’m suddenly utterly terrified. I know that there’s no-one else in the building, so it doesn’t matter if I scream, there’s no way anyone will hear me.

The first player steps forward again and I switch my attention back to him, sure that I know what’s about to happen, and ready to beg him not to hurt me. The words die on my lips as I take in the fact that he is truly stunning. He’s tall, blond and very muscular with startlingly blue eyes and tribal tattoos on his well built shoulders and biceps, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he reaches towards me, or ignore his all too obvious arousal. Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, unexpectedly gently. I’m too shocked by the almost tender approach to bother trying to struggle, and I find myself kissing him back as he pushes my coat off my shoulders. Whatever I’d expected, it certainly wasn’t this, and I catch myself thinking maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe the other guys will be content to just watch. All I know is I want this man so much. He pulls back to look at me, apparently trying to gauge my reaction, and beyond him I can see the rest of the team moving closer, watching us intently. I know what must be about to happen, I can see the lust in their faces, and I know there’s no way they’re just going to watch, but I’m not afraid any more, just more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.

The Cottage

Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the teenagers for the five week trip.

Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three teenagers, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5’4″ Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the perfect “lady,” bordering on “prim and proper,” I was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one- piece bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of her major “bikini-wax” treatment, that left only a short, narrow “Mohawk” of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.

The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.

On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife’s lush charms. What I didn’t know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch.

Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.

My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same.

Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt.

As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants.

“Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?”

Neighbors Ball Team Party

I could hardly believe my ears as I sat there.

I was sitting beside the pool in Tim Wilson’s backyard, chit chatting with Tim, our neighbor that lived about six houses down the street. Tim was quite a bit younger than I was, having just turned forty I was 9 years older than the 31 year old Tim. Although we weren’t close friends, we would have the odd pint together and just shoot the shit a bit . . . the age difference never seemed to matter. On this particular day we had been talking about the usual male macho topics when the topic of our wives had popped up. Now it’s not unusual to talk about your wife to another man . . . it is however rather unusual though to be talking to him about your wife and whether you wouldn’t mind seeing another man being intimate with her, but there I was in such a conversation with Tim.

“No seriously Brian, you’d share your wife with another man wouldn’t you?” Tim asked with a sense of sincerity.

Being caught a little off guard by such a personal question, I hesitated slightly, which allowed Mac to continue his spiel.

“I’ve always wanted my wife Mary to try another man” Tim stated nonchalantly “But anytime I’ve mentioned it, she simply says that I’m a pervert”.

Tim laughed at his last remark before asking again “So you never answered me buddy . . . would you?”.

I hummed and stuttered, then eventually blurted out a response which would end up changing my whole life, “Yeah, I suppose I would . . . I guess . . . it would be kind of wild thing to do!”.

Tim grinned slightly and then with a real serious look on his face stated, “While I’m glad you think that Brian, because . . . now don’t get mad with what I’m about to tell you, but me and a few friends sort of got friendly with your wife Jackie about two weeks back!”

I sat somewhat stunned before finally inquiring in a dull tone, “What . . . what . . . what do you mean Tim?”.

Tim took another sip from his drink and leaned back in his lawn chair before answering. “Well Brian, I don’t want you to blame Jackie or anything. It was purely a spur of the moment thing and us guys felt rather bad afterwards about it!”.

I sat listening intently, not even trying to interject, as he took another gulp and then continued after a drag on his cigarette.

“But you did just admit that you’d consider sharing your wife . . . it just so happens that you already have and since I’m a nice guy, I’m not wanting to deceive you on this Brian. Why don’t you go grab yourself another beer and I’ll fill you in on all about it . . . you’ll probably find that the whole thing will be a huge turn on for you. I know I would if it had been my Mary in the same situation! So you won’t get mad … Right?”.

I numbly shook my head and muttered “I guess not!”

As I was still sitting there in a strange state of shock thinking of how my wife had been acting kind of distant the last couple of weeks, when I suddenly heard the backyard fence gate swing open. I turned in time to see Tony Brown, a friend of Tim’s coming into the yard.

“Oh hey Tony grab yourself and Brian here a beer!” Tim instructed as Tony headed to the cooler. “Yeah I was just telling Brian about the fun we had with his wife Jackie two weeks ago here!” Tim continued.

Buying a Bikini

When I was in college during my Jr. year, I met two guys named John and Eddie. John and Eddie were freshman, new to the whole college scene. I met John first because he did a bit of copy editing for the school newspaper and I was one of the writers on staff. They both started sitting with me at lunch and I thought that they were both really funny and cute. They became my little tag-a-long buddies, and followed me around campus like hungry little puppy dogs. I thought they were adorable, and loved the attention they gave me.

They would inevitably show up at my dorm room on Friday nights, me being 21, so that we could go out for beer runs. We hung out and watched movies, or went to the Plaza and walked around acting like college kids do. There was, of course, unending flirting between the three of us, and the sexual tension was very high most of the time.

One late fall Friday afternoon, I came out of my 2:00 class to find them waiting for me. I announced to them that I had to run to the mall to buy a new swimsuit and they said they would tag along.

“Ohhh, no. I don’t think so boys.” I told them. I dreaded taking them out in public because they always embarrassed the hell out of me.

“Oh, come on Jen!” they said in unison.

“NO.” I firmly answered.

“The last time I took you guys to the mall, you were a mess, and I am going to do some serious shopping that DOES not require your being there.”

Well, after begging and pleading with me all the way back to my dorm, I finally caved and said they could come.

“But, you’re NOT going into the department store with me while I pick out my new bikini. You can go get something to eat or something.”

“Ok!” They were delighted to be able to tag along.

We got to the mall and I told them to meet me at the Orange Julius in an hour. I left them sitting on a bench staring at my ass as I stomped off in red platform shoes in search of my new swimsuit.

I was meandering around the store looking at different bikinis when I heard someone say, “OH MY GOD! Look, Eddie, it’s JEN!”

“Hi Jen!!”

Fuck. It was them. I should have known better.

They both came over and Eddie playfully smacked my ass saying, “Fancy meeting you here, Jen!”

“Leave…NOW!” I said trying to be stern and not crack up at his cute and naughty smile.

“Ohhh, don’t be mad, Jen.” John pouted.

I noticed the properly-dressed sales woman lookin in our direction.

“You guys promised to be good if I brought you with me.” I scolded them.

“Let us help you pick out your bikini. We’ll settle down and behave.” John smiled wickedly.

“This is not a good idea, guys.” I said under my breath.

“Oh, come on…let us help ya.” Eddie said in his most angelic voice.

“Fine. Go sit down over there.” I said pointing to a couple of chairs by the fitting rooms.

They ran over and sat down. They were quite pathetic! My little bitches…I giggled to myself.

I went into the dressing room with several different selected bikinis and shut the door on one of the back stalls.

I had just slipped on a cute yellow and pink flowery bikini when I heard a soft tap on the door.

“Um, someone is in here” I said.

“Quick, lemme in, Jen!”

It was John.

“Oh my GOD, get outta here!” I hissed through the door.

“I wanna see yer suit. Lemme in before someone sees me!”

Angies Adventure

Angie had three things in mind for the weekend. Eat, Sleep and Sex…and not necessarily in that order. She knew her boyfriend, Tommy, would be here any second and she was going to set the tone for the weekend. Wearing only her swimsuit cover-up over nothing, Angie knew she looked irresistible. Her 34C-23-35 frame was topped beautifully by her shoulder length brown hair and bright hazel eyes.

Angie was home from college on a long weekend. Her parents, not knowing she was coming home, were already off for a trip in the mountains and would not be back till Tuesday (long after she would be back at school). This was almost too perfect as she had not been with Tommy for over two months and even though they were not completely faithful, she was looking forward to three days of re-acquainting herself with him.

The doorbell rang and Angie bounced over to the door. Looking out the peephole to make sure it was him, Angie opened the door and pulled Tommy in. “Have I got plans for you this weekend,” Angie said with the look of lust in her eyes.

“Angie, I have some…” Tommy tried to say.

“Shhhhhhhhh…Be quiet. The only sound I want to hear right now is you moaning!” Angie said as she pulled his cock out of his pants and almost in one stroke, had his semi-hard eight inches as far in as it would go.

All Tommy could do at this point is moan, so moan he did. This brought back great memories as Angie was great at giving head. Slowly she would work all the way down his cock and twist her tong around it on the way back up. She would switch back and forth from that to rubbing her lips up and down the bottom of is sword.

Angie picked up the pace and in under five minutes had Tommy on the edge of shooting his wad. Sensing he was about ready, Angie started jacking him off very fast, aiming the tip of his cock straight at her open mouth. Letting out a loud grown, Tommy shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum on her face. Angie started wiping her face with his cock and sucking the limping cum covered cock deep in to her throat. She looked up at Tommy and saw his satisfied look. Standing up, she took off the cover-up and said, “My turn!”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Tommy said sheepishly. “The guys are waiting out in the car for me. We have tickets in Chicago for the playoff game. I have to go.”

With that, he was out the door and out to the car. Angie stood there not knowing what to think. This had to be some kind of bad joke. “THAT BASTARD!” she thought. She still had his taste all over her face and now what turned her on minutes earlier was pissing her off like there was no tomorrow.

Her First Golf Outing

The four of them had a great time golfing together. Especially Theresa, since she was the only girl in the group. This hot young blonde was a little thing – standing just 5 feet tall and weighing 100 lbs. She flirted with all of them during the outing by either rubbing up against them before they would take their shot, or flashing them while driving the cart. Dave and Mike rode in one cart, while Hank was the lucky one to ride with Theresa. Needless to say, he got the most attention. They had been attracted to each other for a while, but hadn’t done anything about it up to that point. She was out to change that.

With all the alcohol that had flowed during the outing, all four of them were feeling no pain. But they still had to drive back to the picnic that followed. Everyone had climbed back into Dave’s truck so he could drive. As was like the rest of the day, Hank sat in the back with Theresa. The doors were barely closed when they had their hands all over each other. They were laughing, so it really didn’t matter what the other two thought or heard. She lifted her shirt to expose her beautiful breasts still covered by her bra – Hank quickly took care of that. Hank sat to her left, behind Dave, while she sat in the middle, making sure that Dave saw as much as he could in his mirror.

Hank started sucking on her left nipple, while she rubbing the other one. She looked up to see Mike practically drooling over the back of the seat. “Why don’t you lean that seat back, Mike. This one needs some attention, too!” He didn’t need to be told twice, as he quickly slammed the front passenger seat in full recline position. All Dave thought was, “Thank God for tinted windows.” Mind you, it was still only about 3:30 in the afternoon.

Amys Black Cock Gangbang

“Hey, Mark, how are ya doing?” Jerome was standing in the living room, nude except for a white tee shirt. His long black penis arched away from his body, like an elephant’s trunk.

“Hi, Jerome. I’m doing OK.”

I’d just come in the door from a long day at the office. I was used to finding Jerome in my house in the afternoons. Amy liked his company. I had introduced them with the vague notion of getting my wife interested in sex with a black man. Now, it seemed, she had become all too interested.

“Amy is freshening up after some afternoon fun. Have I told you lately what a good fuck your wife is, Mark?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

“You better believe it. You are married to a first class slut!”

Speaking of which, Amy sauntered into the room wearing only high heels and a tiny black thong. She looked to me like a whore between johns. Jerome seemed to like it just so.

“Hi, darling. Did you have a good day at work?”

“It was all right.” In fact, it had been rather long and dreary, full of endless meetings and presentations no one could remember. Since Jerome had come into our life, I found it harder and harder to concentrate at work. Who would, knowing his wife was getting balled by a big black guy?

“Well, we’ve had a lovely afternoon, right here.” Amy walked up to Jerome and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. She reached down and held his black prick in her hand. “We missed you, too, didn’t we Jerome?”

“Sure thing. I like having you around, Mark. It makes me feel good, you know?”

Part of me wanted to say I’d rather be alone with my wife. But as usual, another part of me, namely my cock and balls, were once again stiffening at the sight of Amy with this black man. The plain fact is that I was as much addicted to black sex as Amy was.

“Suck it a while, baby.” Jerome pushed Amy to her knees and presented his penis to her face. She took it in both hands and began to lick the fat knob.

“I hope don’t mind if Amy and I go to the city for a few days, Mark.” Amy continued to suck.

“Huh? What for?”

“She’s gonna get her tits enlarged. A couple of sizes.” He grinned at me.

“Geeze. Her tits are size B almost C now.”

“I like her tits too, Mark. But you see a slut needs big tits to be fully appreciated. My friends will like to see size D.”

“Your friends?”

“Sure. A whore like your wife should be appreciated by more than just me and you. She’s a gem, Mark, the real McCoy. She can give a black man a really fine time.”

“Amy? Do you want your boobs enlarged?”

“Yes, Mark. I want to please Jerome and his friends. Don’t you think I’ll look sexy?”

I gulped. “I guess so. I always thought you liked your tits just as they are.”

Toris Frat House Gang Bang

Everyone at high school wanted to be friends with Tori, and why not. Tori was the setter on the volleyball team, a flier on the competitive cheer team, treasurer of the science club, homecoming queen, graduated second in class, and was voted best all-around by the senior class.

Tori was friendly to everyone she met, and was stunning to look at. Standing 5′-1″, and weighing a mere 98 pounds, Tori’s body was tight, with small breasts, and a nice firm ass. Tori had shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes, which gave her an innocent appearance, which was true, as she remained a virgin until her 18th birthday party in November of her senior year.

The fall after graduation Tori headed to college, where she was immediately loved by all those who came in contact with her. She joined the cheer team, and was active with the programming board, and made lots of new friends.

One friend was a Bernie, a sophomore in her History 102 course. In mid-October, Bernie invited Tori to a PJ in PJs party at the PiKA house, where Bernie lived. Tori had been to several on-campus parties, but this was her first fraternity party, and she was excited to attend. Tori dressed in a pair of green and blue flannel pajamas when Bernie arrived 8:00.

When they arrived at the PiKA house, Tori was happy to see such a large crowd at the party. She recognized several people from her classes, and from her dorm. Being the friendly person she was, Tori struck up conversations with lots of different people. Tori also made her way to the PJ, and found it really tasted good.

There were lots of different kinds of pajamas being worn. Guys were in every thing from robes to boxers. There were some girls in flannel pajamas like Tori had worn, some in long robes, some in long t-shirts, and some in sexy teddies. Tori felt very comfortable around everyone in their PJs and was surprised at the number of girls at the party. She later found out many were PiKA little sisters.

As Tori continued drinking more and more PJ, she began to dance a little more. It seemed that everyone wanted to dance with her, and her glass of PJ always seemed to get refilled. Bernie of course would cut in frequently and danced with her quite a bit throughout the night.

By 11:00 pm Tori was drunk, and by 1:00 am, she was as loaded as she had ever been. She managed to stumble over to Bernie.

“I think I need to lay down Bernie. I’m really drunk.”

“I’ll take you up to my room, and you can sleep there.”

“That’s sweet of you Bernie. First I have to go potty.”

“I’ll help you there too.”

Bernie led Tori to the bathroom, “Do you need some help?”

“No I can go by myself, please wait for me outside.”

Bernie waited outside the bathroom for Tori. Tori’s peeing sounded like a torrent that seemed to hiss for at least three minutes. Finally Tori stumbled out into Bernie’s arms.

Bernie led her to his bedroom and laid her in his bed. “Good thing you came in your pajamas. You can sleep here until you feel better.”

“I feel great, I’m just too drunk to stand, and the room is spinning. You are so nice Bernie, will you sty with me for a while.”

“Sure. How about if I lie down beside you for a while?”

Bernie settled into the bed and Tori snuggled in beside him. Bernie began stroking Tori’s hair and she let out a little moan. Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a soft kiss on the cheek.

“That’s so sweet Bernie. You’re a great guy.”

Bernie continued to stroke Tori’s hair and began to lightly nibble on her neck and ears. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered in Tori’s ear.

“Thanks,” Tori said as she turned over and looked up at Bernie.

Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a deep kiss. In her drunken state, Tori was immediately aroused, and began kissing back. She felt Bernie’s hands move under her pajama top and find her breasts. She let out a gasp as Bernie pinched her nipple.

“Bernie, I get really horny when I’m drunk. Usually I’m a good girl, but I’d be happy to fuck you if you want.”

I Became a Gangbang Cock Whore

To say that a month ago I was, on the face of it, prim and proper would be an understatement. Tim and I (Jane), met in our first year at high school and were inseparable from that time on and I guess it was always assumed by ourselves and our families that we would get married. Tim was everything I could have ever wanted – the proverbial tall, dark and handsome athletic sort, not to mention incredibly wealthy, once he had established himself in the family law firm which his grandfather had founded.

We married when we were twenty and for the most part, have had an idyllic marriage. The only thing which has not been perfect has been the sex. Having never had another boyfriend, never mind sex partner, I just assumed that the sex I was getting was normal and couldn’t figure out why people raved on about it so much. It was only when I was staying at a girlfriends one time and I found a porn magazine hidden under the bed, that I realised the reason I found sex disappointing was not down to me but to Tim. You see, having never seen another, I thought his dick was normal, so when I say that it is only four inches long and just an inch across at its thickest point you will understand why I had never had an orgasm in the first five years of our marriage! Tim just climbs on, pumps into me for a couple of minutes and then gets off – no foreplay or variety, so I have had to get my satisfaction in other ways.

Once I’d realised that I should be getting sexual satisfaction, I began to find out more about it from the internet. Inevitably, I came across hardcore porn sites and pictures of men with really big cocks, and having bought myself a dildo, I used to masturbate myself to orgasm when Tim was out. This way, I got my satisfaction on my own as I fantasised about having a muscular man with big cock sliding it into me. Despite this secret side of my nature, I never considered cheating on Tim despite several offers. I keep myself in good shape and at 5’8″, 122 pounds, a 36C, 26, 36 figure and long blond hair, I get plenty of looks from the men, especially when I’m in my swimsuit. One of the ways I keep in shape is by dancing, and though I say it myself, I am good on the dance floor. I’ve always had a good sense of rhythm and can adapt to any kind of modern dance.

To celebrate 20 years married, Tim booked us three weeks in a villa complex in Cuba in one of those closed resorts where you don’t get to see much of the rest of the island, because they claim it isn’t safe for visitors. Yes, there’s plenty to do in the resort itself and its nightclub is excellent. Tim and I stayed up into the early hours every morning enjoying the atmosphere and dancing ourselves into exhaustion.

Excursions were organised and we’d taken the opportunity to see as much of the island as possible. The staff at our complex were great in suggesting things to do and places to visit, and would often take us themselves rather than going on trips arranged by the travel company. This way they got generous tips to supplement their wages from the resort. One of the waiters, Joe, a gorgeous Hispanic guy had taken Tim and me all over in our first 10 days. It was obvious that he fancied me and he took every opportunity to ‘help’ me into the car, down steps, across the street, often holding my waist or touching my breasts in the process.

Happy Fucking Halloween

“Happy Halloween,” bubbled Cordelia Morgan.

“Fuck Halloween,” replied her sister Johanna.

“Happy Fucking Halloween, then. Just what is wrong with your attitude?”

“Harley has this stupid Halloween party. He really insists that I go but I have study group early tomorrow. I guess I have to go, but I just won’t stay long.”

“But sis, Harley is your new boyfriend. I mean, the paint isn’t even dry on the relationship. You know he gets all excited every year about his stupid frat’s stupid party. It’s the biggest early campus social event. Remember how upset you were Mom wouldn’t let you go last year because you were underage? And you weren’t even dating Harley then.”

“Well, that was then, this is now. I’ve never been the sort of girl to play dress up and I think twenty is a bit old to learn how.”

“Never too late to learn. Or too early to learn about sex. You are fucking Harley, aren’t you?”

Johanna blushed, revealing the truth before she spoke. “We aren’t even officially going steady yet. It’s not like I’m the campus slut or anything.”

“And I suppose that you mean that I am?”

“I never said that. I just find it awkward waking up and finding a strange man in our bathroom. And one morning, I walked out to get coffee and saw you blowing some naked guy in the kitchen. I know we agreed when I moved here from home that visitors were allowed, but we need to find some way to warn me.”

“These things just happen without warning sis. They could happen to you too if you just loosened up a bit. College is supposed to be fun. Speaking of which, maybe I ought to dress up as a nun. Unless you have that role reserved.”

“Nope. No costume for this girl. Harley likes me how I am.”

“Suit yourself,” replied Cordelia, at 21 the older of the two Morgan sisters. “I plan to stay late, so I think I’ll have a little nap first.”

“I might as well head over; see if Harley needs set up help.”

It was just a short walk from the apartment which Johanna now shared with her sister across to the fraternity house where Harley and his frat brothers would host the biggest Halloween party in this campus town. The fact that the girls’ father, Dean Morgan was the college president made even attending the rule breaking bash awkward for Johanna. Cordelia had always been the wild child. Johanna ended up typecast as the good little girl. If Johanna followed Cordelia’s advice, she would be breaking free from all her upbringing. One little voice told her to go for it, virginity was no longer a prize and waiting for love was silly. The sensible voice, oddly, never denied this. Instead, it reminded Johanna of the need to make the 8 a.m. study group the next morning. Though school came easy to her, Johanna had an unreasonable fear of failure driven into her by years of her stern parents telling her she would end up being a no good tramp like her sister if she wasted her time on boys and parties.

Devshrees Gangbang

I met Devshree during my first year in college. She was a real cracker with humongous tits.. my mouth just went dry the first time I saw those puppies… She flirted with me from the first day and came on to me during one party.. being the horny bastard I am I said yes and We were inseparable for the rest of the year and decided to go on holiday together that summer.

I’ve never been into beach holidays. I’m more of a museums and monuments person, but to please Devshree, I booked an apartment in a small town in GOA. It was right at the start of the season, which meant that the package was cheap enough for us poor students to afford. The cost also reflected that the town was one of the smaller, less well-known places on the coast.

The complex we stayed in had five apartments around a shared swimming pool and sunbathing area. Three of the other apartments were empty the week we were there. But in the apartment next to ours were five guys our age that messed about in the pool, played loud music, drank a lot and generally did the typical college boys thing. Devshree and I hit it off with them straight away.

At nineteen, Devshree was a hard bodied beauty, a real cracker, and the guys next door made no secret of the fact they thought so too. They would wolf whistle and holler every time she sat out by the pool.

I could tell Devshree found these guys attractive and even though they were acting like morons, she loved the attention. She played up to it, selecting her skimpiest bikinis to wear during the day, and her lowest-cut, most revealing dresses during the warm evenings. She also turned it on in the sack. She fucked my brains into mush each and every night, not caring if the guys next door could hear us through the thin walls. Their attention had lit her pilot light, and I was having trouble putting it out.

One evening, around eleven, as we walked back from a beach bar, we met the lads on their way back to the complex too. They were bemoaning the lack of late night bars and discos in the area. Devshree and I agreed that the town was rather sleepy.

One of them, Rijoy, changed the direction of the conversation. “Hey man, you’re one lucky geezer, you know.”

“Yeah,” said another, his name was Girish. “This girlfriend of yours is something else. I only wish you’d gone topless, Devshree. Now that would have been a sight.”

Devshree blushed.

Girish continued, “We were hoping there’d be some fit women here, especially Sanat.” He nudged his friend in the ribs. “But we never imagined there’d be babe like you here.”

We reached our apartment.

“Would you guys like to come in?” I asked. “We can start our own party. I mean it’s not as if we’ve got any neighbours to complain or anything.”

They readily agreed. Two of them retrieved some booze from their place, and I fished out some music and put it on the stereo.

We planned to party well into the early hours. The booze flowed almost non-stop, with one of the guys popping out to an all-night shop to get more when we ran out. But by two, we were all starting to flag, and I changed the music from the hardcore dance tunes we had been playing to more seductive, slow and smoochy tunes.

I danced with Devshree while the others watched, and the booze must have really affected her because as our tune came to an end and the next one started, she pushed me away and grabbed the nearest of our new friends.

The lucky guy was Rijoy. They danced very slowly, and when the next tune came on Devshree again switched partners. She carried on switching partners until she was dancing with Satish, the last of the group.

As I sucked on yet another beer, I noticed that Satish was pulling the zip of her dress down, revealing the soft, tight, tanned back. Devshree kissed Satish, and he slowly slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Under the dress Devshree had on her sexist undies — sheer black bra and thong-back panties that left little to the imagination.

Beach Story

My wife and I recently got back from a holiday in the Bahamas, and since we returned our relationship has changed drastically. She ignores everything I say, openly flirts with other men in front of me and sometimes stays out all night without letting me know where she is.

We have been married for five years, and although at twenty-five, Sally is seven years younger than me, we have always got on brilliantly. When I started seeing her I couldn’t believe my luck. She is not stunningly beautiful, but has an amazing body and a really fun personality. I used to try to encourage her to show off her body more, but she always used to say that it was for my eyes only. Sometimes it’s better that you don’t get what you wish for.

It all began on the last day of the holiday. We had gone to a fabulous beach on the other side of the island from our hotel. We had been sunning ourselves for the last two weeks, so we were both well tanned. As we were lying on the beach Sally turned to me and said, “You know, my tan lines are really going to show up.”

It amazed me the way she wore the skimpiest bikini imaginable, which left nothing to the imagination, but wouldn’t take her top off to even out her tan.

“I know. I don’t see why you don’t go topless. Everyone else here is,” I said, pointing towards the many breasts on display.

“Well. I don’t know. Maybe I need a bit of Dutch courage.”

“Well. I fancy a beer. Shall I walk to that store and get some?”

“Okay, then. I’ll wait here for you.”

It might not seem like anything unusual. Going topless on a beach, but I was getting quite turned on at the thought of other men seeing her lovely breasts. It would have been a bit of a pain, going to the store, it was more than half an hour walk to get there, but luckily I found a man near the sidewalk, selling beers from a cooler he had. They were well over priced but a good timesaver. I bought six beers from him and made my way back to where Sally was lying down.

As I approached her from behind I saw that a couple of men were talking with her. They were both in their early twenties and had Australian accents. Sally was still lying on her belly as she turned her head to listen to them, so they had a good view of her firm ass cheeks, barely covered by the thong. Knowing this excited me and I stepped further back so they couldn’t see me. I could only catch bits and pieces of their conversation, but it seemed that they were selling some revolutionary kind of sun-tan oil, and offered her a sample.

I heard her say “okay” and expected her to take it and for them to leave. This wasn’t part of their sales technique however. As soon as she said yes, they both dropped to their knees either side of her and began applying the lotion up and down her body. It was obviously a con-trick for them to feel up women who were alone on the beach, and I was about to step in to stop them. I then noticed that Sally seemed to be enjoying the feeling of both these guys caressing her. I watched as my normally prim and proper wife spread her legs apart, so two men could rub oil into the insides of her thighs.

The blond one of the two guys suddenly undid Sally’s bikini bra straps. I expected her to protest, but she said nothing as he smoothed the oil into her back. Her breasts are very large and were clearly visible from the sides, especially as she lifted her head and rested on her two elbows. I am sure I could hear her moan, as their hands strayed towards her tits and began to gently caress them.

This was too much for me. I was turned on, I admit it, but I never expected anything like this. I liked the idea of men looking at my wife’s tits and wanting to fuck her, but I never wanted anyone to actually touch her. I heard the dark haired one say to her “turn around”, and I knew I had better do something quickly. I deliberately made a lot of noise as I came towards them. I could faintly hear Sally whisper “it’s my husband” and they stood up sharp. They were almost standing at attention as I came up to them.

Mickey Triple Ds

It was a hot and sweaty day for Josh and 3 of his friends. They were on the basketball court, outside of a local park, playing a game of 2 on 2. Josh and his close friend Mike were the shirtless team. Their other two friends, Kyle and David had to keep their shirts on.

The game was tied with 30 points each and they decided that, whoever made this last shot, would win because they were feeling very hungry at the moment.

Josh, for being a tall white dude, had some ups and he rebounded the ball after Mike, hit it away from Kyle. Josh proceeded to bounce the ball to their rival’s team of the count. Sweat glistering down his well-built and tanned chest and stomach. He jumped up high in the air and Kyle was on the other side of the rim but it was today last. Josh had dunked the ball and won the game for him and Mike.

“Damn. Lost again,” said David, very disappointed. “Next time, I want Josh as my partner. Kyle can’t play for shit.”

“Hey. Fuck you man. He got the ball from your stupid ass,” fired back Kyle.

“Hey guys. Let’s not act like a couple of bitches and fight about this. The white boy and me kicked you’re guys’ ass,” said Mike.

“Shut your black ass up. Josh basically carried your ass through the whole game,” shouted David.

“The rest of us short people need to dunk,” said Kyle.

“No Kyle. You need game period,” said David followed by laughter from Josh, Kyle, and himself.

“Whatever yo. Let’s go eat something to eat. I’m stravin Marvin,” said Kyle falling to the ground.

“Yo. I heard that there is this fine ass white girl that works at McDonalds now. My brother told me that she had a good-looking face but he wasn’t staring at her face if you know what I mean,” said David, winking at the guys.

“You gay?” Asked Mike who then started making an annoying laugh.

“Shut up bitch,” fired David.

“Guys. Lets go see this chick and eat all right,” said levelheaded Josh.

Mike and David grabbed Kyle by both of his arms and dragged the short, skinny basketball player to the car.

“Sit your fake-sleeping ass up,” said David to Kyle as they threw him into the back seat.

Mike was riding shotgun while Josh was driving to their local McDonalds.

They arrived in the parking lot and Josh parted the car.

“What you doing man?” Asked David.

“We’re going in to see this girl and order our food,” Josh said.

“The girl works drive-thru my brother told me. Let’s pull up there and see what she looks like. Besides, McDonalds is too white for me and McDonald used to be black. I hope he isn’t black anymore,” said David in a silly tone, cracking the other guys up.

Josh pulled over and drove up to the menu stand.

“This is Jessica. Can I take your order?” Said the pretty voice inside the booth.

“I think this is her,” said David curiously.

“Yeah. I’ll have a double quarterpounder meal with no pickles or tomatoes,” order Josh.

“And what would you like to drink sir?” Jessica replied back.

“Coke please,” Josh responded. “What do you jokers want?”

“I’ll have a whooper with cheese,” said Kyle.

“Dumbass. This isn’t Burger King. Get you’re shit straight,” cursed David.

“All right. As long as you get your teeth straight, then I will,” fired back Kyle.

Josh and Mike were laughing out of control and they heard Jessica laugh too.

“I’ll take a double cheeseburger meal please,” order Kyle.

“You have a very sexy laugh,” said Josh into the speaker.

“Thank you,” responded Jessica.

“I’ll have you sandwiched between the sheets, and me” said David being stupid.

“Excuse me!” Jessica said worried.

“He was only kidding Jess. He’ll take a cheeseburger kid’s meal,” order Josh, laughing.

Everyone started to laugh, including Jessica.

“What is this? Crack on my ass day,” responded David seriously.

“Then what do you want moron. We don’t have all day,” said Kyle.

“I’ll have the 20 piece mcnuggets and throw in some honey sauce while you’re at it. Ok baby girl,” order David. “And a large cock.”

“Aren’t you fat enough?” Said busted out Kyle joking.

“Your lips are about to join my ass by being fat with this boot in your face,” said David angrily.

“Chill guys,” said Josh. “Mike, you want anything man.”

“Nah. I’m straight. Don’t want to be like David’s teeth,” Mike said, busting into laughter.

Jessica let out another giggle and told them their total and to meet her in the drive-thru window.

Josh drove up to the window with anticipation to see who this girl is. She had her back towards them, talking to another female employee. She noted to the blond bombshell, that she had some customers. All the guys had their heads towards the window, including the two in the back, David and Kyle.

As she turned around, they saw the long deep slopes of her what seemed to be enormous breasts. Jutting out of her tight McDonalds work shirt. She turned fully around and they got their first view of her tight shirted melons. The shirt did nothing to hide their basketball shape size and them pointing straight at the guys.

Party Time

It had been a long time since I’d been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It’s supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn’t tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!

Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn’t find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I’m a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn’t get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.

Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, “Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!”

I hoped that was a good thing, “Not too much for this, I hope?”

“Definitely not too much. It’s perfect!” Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.

Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, “Love the outfit. I’ve always had a thing for school girls.”

Spring Break

It was my second spring break in college and one I would not forget. It finally arrived after the last two weeks of intense exams and projects.

I stayed in the student residence where many of my classmates stayed as well so there was always something happening. I decided to stay at the residence for spring break as I was broke and had a part time job that I could not leave. Some of my other friends from class also stayed back for the week, including Laura and Kim.

Laura is an attractive girl, has more than her share in breasts. Too bad she always wore these big sweaters that she filled out but nothing ever reveling. She is about 5’8″, long curly hair with some very nice legs.

Kim is very attractive and always gets looks from guys. She is the kind of girl you would want to fuck on the spot. About 5’10” long, straight blond hair, her breast were medium but nice and full, she had some great legs too but not as good as Laura’s. Can’t count the number of time I fantasized about these two girls.

It was the second day in the week and the residence felt deserted. My roommate ‘Greg’ took off in the afternoon with my other two friends Joe and Dave, they left to look at some cars. I stayed back played some games on the computer. 2 hours later I got board of that and I checked my e-mail and of course I got some good porn pictures from my bud’s. I started lookingthrough them and started getting a bit turned on. Most of the pictures were of threesomes, two girls and a guy. I remembered that it’s been like three weeks since I jerked off and got some release. Have not had sex since I broke up with girlfriend two months ago. So I figured what the fuck, ‘let’s surf some porn!’. I started surfing for some good sites and found one with some good group fucking and cumshots pictures.

Just about 5 minutes into the web site I heard a knock on my door so I hit the home page button on the web browser and minimized it. I opened the door and Laura was standing there in her tight blue jeans, dark blue sweater that I just wanted to rip off.

“Hey Rick! Do’in any thing tonight?” asked Laura

“Not much, did you want to come in and just hang out?” I asked. We were good friends and we often hanged out in each others place with friends.

“Sure” she said. She walked in and sat at the kitchen table for only two seconds before she ran over to my computer and said “I have to check my mail, if that’s ok?”

“Go ahead.” I replied, a bit nervously.

I sat at the kitchen and turned on the TV. She checked her mail as I watched the news. I turned too see if she was done yet and saw her surfing the web site I was just on. ‘Shit’ I thought to myself.

“Hey Rick, you like this kind of stuff?” she asked.

Country Girl at Heart

I live in a rural area, where there are mountains, rivers, ranches and farms. My house is an old ranch house on 20 acres. I live alone now, but at the time of my story, I had a boyfriend who lived with me. One day (about three years ago) when I was working in my garden, and Patrick (my boyfriend) was working on his truck, a couple came by on horseback. It is common for people to pass through on horses around here. But this time they passed close to the house, and the wife stopped to ask about the vegetables I was growing, saying she wasn’t having much success with her garden. They live on a ranch that is about 12 miles away. She introduced herself and her husband as Linda and Chuck. They were both around 30 at that time, but looked looked much closer to my age of 24. Chuck is tall, nice looking, and quite muscular from working on his ranch. Linda is very pretty, with long blond hair, and a very trim figure. They both looked very sensual, sitting astride their large, powerful horses.

After talking for a couple minutes, I offered them something cool to drink. Patrick had come over from his truck and was deep in conversation with Chuck about motors, or whatever guys talk about when around their pickups. They dismounted, and Linda followed me into the house, while the guys headed for the the truck. I suggested a cold beer, and Linda said that was good for both of them.

Linda led the way as we carried the bottles out to the men, and I had the opportunity to watch her from behind. She has the most exquisite bottom, and long legs, squeezed tightly into her jeans. I’ve always considered my butt to be nearly perfect, but her’s is better yet. I felt like I wanted to touch it as she walked. When we got to the truck, Pat said that Chuck had suggested that we visit them at their ranch sometime. Just then Linda said that was a wonderful idea, and asked if we were busy the next afternoon. We all agreed.

When we arrived at Linda & Chuck’s ranch, I was surprised at how big and beautiful it was. It’s probably a mile from their gate to the house. The gate was electrically controlled. We announced ourselves into an intercom, and the gate opened, then closed behind us. There are a lot of large ranches around here, but they mostly are working ranches, with very few amenities.

This ranch is over 1400 acres, with cattle and horses. But it was the ranch house that impressed me most. It was huge, built in the shape of a horseshoe, surrounding a large courtyard with a pool and gardens. The inside of the house was decorated in the western style, with a fireplace so large that I could walk into it standing up. Linda gave the guys each a beer, and poured a glass of white wine for me, then herself.

First Adventure

We’ve only just started on this adventure, we’ve discussed it from time to time, but never had the courage or opportunity to take it further, until recently, when we had our first three way, with a guy, which led to a further exp. with my other girl friend.

Now we have had “one of each” our horizons have widened, and we look forward to further play times, and a couple is definitely one of our favored options.

Our first with the guy (Rob) was spontaneous, we had to pick up some goods from a friend of a friend, got on OK, went out for dinner, and had copious amounts of wine and smoke, which loosened the inhibitions.

Strangely, think I was the first to realize “more” than a chat could eventuate, and set the scene by complaining of a tired back.. This ruse always gets someone interested in helping out with a massage, , Allyn & I had discussed possibilities and I was ready to play and Rob came in on cue, asked me to lie on the lounge, and pressed a few pressure points on my back. I suggested we might as well have a full massage, as I had two willing masseurs, so cushions were placed on the floor, my clothes came off, and the show began, quite innocently at first, as the guys had remained fully clothed, even the massage was more therapeutic than erotic.

Then, it was time to roll over, which made me a little nervous, all my womanly bits were now on show, my hairless pussy on full show. Anyway, the massage began again, still business like, I think the guys were waiting on each other to make the first move. I discreetly opened my legs a little more when they took a leg each, stroking from my toes to my groin, occasionally allowing fingertip access to my private parts., then the hands became more intense, four sets of fingers roamed closer to heaven, internal investigations began.

You must remember that tho this was my first time with two guys, my inhibitions were lowered, I was becoming incredibly turned on, and my pussy was just dripping, which seemed to spur my gallant knights on.

Party Time

It had been a long time since I’d been out to have a little fun. Work had been so busy and so stressful. There had been no time for a social life, no time for a man, and definitely no time for sex. My girlfriend, Madeline, had been telling me about this party that happens once a month. It’s supposed to be really wild and crazy. She wouldn’t tell me what that meant. All she would tell me was that it would make my stress disappear. Boy could I use that!

Last week, before I got off work, Madeline gave me the address of the party and told me to meet her there at eight. As I drove home to get ready, I wondered about what I was getting into and what I should wear. As I looked through my closet, I couldn’t find anything really appealing. Red dress, no. Navy dress, no. I was thinking I should wear something a little naughty. I mean, the whole point of this party was to get a little and relieve some stress. I finally decided to wear a cute little outfit that I kept for those particularly horny periods. I mean, this definitely qualified.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I think that I’m a pretty looking woman, not someone I would call beautiful. My red hair is semi-curly, shoulder length and frames my face really well. I have blue eyes and lips that can pout with the best of them. So, there I stood. Little green and red plaid skirt, cut just to above mid-thigh. A white shear blouse, white bra just barely outlined under the blouse. A pair of knee-high white stockings and a pair of plain white cotton panties. Days spent in Catholic School had taught me how to really work this outfit. I figured if this didn’t get some looks, then everyone on the planet was dead. Finishing my make up, I grabbed my purse and threw in a box of condoms. First rule, always be prepared and safe. Closing the door behind me, I was ready to get this party going.

Madeline had given me directions to the party. I pulled up in front of a giant house on a hill right outside San Francisco, in Sausalito. The drive way was full and I pulled up behind the last one. Getting out of the car, I saw Madeline running down the drive way. She stopped, and looked me over, “Damn girl, you look ready to pounce!”

I hoped that was a good thing, “Not too much for this, I hope?”

“Definitely not too much. It’s perfect!” Madeline grabbed my hand and pulled me up the drive way to the front door. There were already about twenty or thirty people inside. Some of the women were wearing jeans and shirts, some were in dresses, and a few were wearing teddies. Yep, I fit in just right, I thought to myself.

Madeline wrapped her arm around my waist and guided me to the bar. The bartender was a handsome man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was wearing boxers and an earring. That was it! He poured me a drink and smiled, “Love the outfit. I’ve always had a thing for school girls.”