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Saras First 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 “frat 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.”

“Do you adopt freshman girls often?” She asked. “As often as I can, for sure. Where do you live?”

“My sister Patty and I just got an apartment over on sixth,” she replied. “Still learning my way around. Do you know her?”

“I don’t think so, but if she’s as sexy as you, maybe I should.” Sara laughed again and said, “Oh no you don’t mister. You’d like her, but I saw you first.”

“Ok with me, Sara.” This was sounding better all the time. “Hey, would you dance with me?” He took her hand and they fought their way through the crowd.

The music was louder than ever and even though it was a fast song, there was no chance of moving very fast. They more or less stayed close and their bodies touched as they danced. Sara was surprised that she felt aroused, but with this hunk rubbing against her, she couldn’t help it. She knew she was getting to him as well with her little tank top and short skirt barely hiding her tits and ass. A couple of times she thought she felt him getting hard. It pleased her. She could feel the drinks even more now. She pressed closer to Phil She was having fun! She was sorry when the music stopped.

Mamas Boy

For the past three years I have attended a small college in North Carolina.

After my second year I was recruited to join a frat house. Now up until then I had been living with my parents. And so for the first time ever I moved out of my parent’s home. However my mother constantly embarrassed me. Every day she would call the frat house to make sure I was all right. And at least once a week she would show up unannounced and drop off food or something silly like that.

After the first year the entire fraternity started calling me mama’s boy, instead of Brian, which is my name. I disliked this new nickname but I got used to it. But the thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that whenever my mom came over several of the guys would hit on her. My mother is only 39, and for a 39-year-old she still has a body. She is about 5’6″ and weighs around 129 pounds. But the one thing that makes her especially sexy is her red hair. She has long red hair. Her hair is unbelievably sexy. My sister is just eighteen now and petite and cute, but not the sex bomb that my mom clearly is!

Well every time she came over there was some guy making small passes at her. Now one night while I was out on a date I got a call from some of the guys. They told me that my mother and my sister had stopped by at the frat house and mom wanted to make sure I was all right. I told them to tell her yes and then I hung up. About an hour later I had struck out with my date and was returning home. When I got to the frat house my mothers Mustang was still in front. “I can’t believe she waited for me, god damn.” Was all I could think.

I opened the door and went up to my room to change. When I was slipping into a pair of sweat pants I heard some cheering from down stairs. I went to the top of the stairway and looked into the living room. I saw three guys. Beck, my best friend, Jason, and Bill. I walked down stairs and peeked around the corner. Beck was sitting in the lounge chair and the other two were sitting on the sofa. Then I looked a little closer and saw, to my amazement, my mother dancing in the corner. This wasn’t friendly dancing this was “I’m going to fuck your brains out” dancing. I couldn’t see whom she was dancing with but she swaying her hips into his crotch and grabbing his ass. When she turned her back to me I saw it was Allen, AKA Skinny. We called him that because his last girl friends and him got into a fight and her told her fuck you. Now she then brought up the subject of how skinny his cock was. We took her word for it.

Allen was massaging my mother’s ass with both his hands. I was about two seconds from running out there and kicking their asses when Beck whistled.

Joe and Me

My husband and I had been fantasizing about me having sex with a client of his. It was brought up basically in jest, but we talked more and more about it as time went on, and it eventually became a favorite fantasy of ours. Well, one day my husband had a prospective client in his office, and the client (whose name is Joe) looked at a picture of me my husband has on his desk and remarked on how lucky he was to have such a beautiful wife (as the author of this story, I can refer to myself however I want!).

My husband agreed with him, and asked him if he wanted to see a better picture. Naturally Joe said yes, and my husband showed him a more revealing picture that he has of me. I’m coming up out of a pool, wearing a white one-piece swimming suit. Thanks to the water, the suit left very little to the imagination. When Joe expressed his appreciation, my husband took the bold step of asking him if he’d like to have sex with me!

So that’s basically the background. I’m sitting at home when my husband calls and asks me if I’d like to join him and Joe for dinner. He asks me if I remember what our favorite fantasy has been, and if I’d really be willing to go through with it. I remember being shocked that HE was willing to go through with it, but I was basically aroused by the whole idea of it. So he told me to put on something sexy and meet them at the restaurant.

I quickly jumped in the shower to get ready. Yes, my hands did wander as I got all soaped up and thought about what I was about to do, but I didn’t really masturbate all the way to a climax. I was just sort of moving around in a heightened state of arousal. I put on a pair of thong panties, a very revealing bra (to accentuate my firm, 36C breasts), stockings, garters, a tight black skirt, 3″ heels, and a very tight gold top. The top was high cut, but so tight that it just molded around my breasts. And I was so aroused that it was very easy to see my nipples through the shirt. I knew I would be turning some heads. Finishing with some make-up, I was out the door to meet the boys.

As I drove, I was wondering what the client would look like. In our fantasies, he had naturally been an incredibly studly guy. When I found the two of them at the bar, it was quite the opposite. Joe was about 45, balding, and really quite overweight. But I was committed at this point, and as I walked up to meet them I could feel his eyes surveying my body, which did have the effect of increasing my arousal despite the way he looked. I had a drink with them at the bar (okay, I had about 3 drinks actually, figuring I’d need to be a little drunk to really go through with this – but who’s counting?). It was actually sort of fun flirting with him and making my husband squirm, and I made sure to do a lot of touching him, both with my hands and brush-ups against my chest. My horniness was increasing.

When we got up to go to our table, Joe excused himself for the men’s room. My husband asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I told him I was. And that I’d be okay on my own if he wanted to head for home. He gave me a big kiss goodbye, told me that he loved me, asked me one more time if I really wanted to do it, and left. When Joe came back, I told him I had sent my husband home, and asked him if he would be willing to escort me to dinner.

Waterfall of Paradise

The heat of the city was almost unbearable. Tania and Helen had moved to separate bedrooms as even the merest touch of bodies as they lay trying to sleep was unbearable. This heatwave had lasted for a week, and they hadn’t made love in bed in that time.

Yesterday they had filled up the spa bath with cold water and turned on the massage jets. That had provided some relief as they each masturbated against the force of water pounding their clits. Helen had then massaged Tania’s breasts against the water and they had kissed deliciously, passionately. Tania ran her hands along Helen’s back, down her buttocks and around her pelvis. She cupped her mons of venus and slid three fingers urgently inside Helen’s hole. She twisted her fingers around, extending them against the walls, and feeling the sticky moisture within. Helen rode the fingers, pressing down, causing Tania’s fingers to slide higher until they hooked around the curve of her cunt to The Spot. She pressed more urgently, forward in the vagina, as Helen arched her back, let out a gutteral moan and shook her cumming. Helen then went to work on Tania’s tits. She knew just how to make Tania cum – by prolonged sucking and flicking and rolling of her pierced nipples, whilst pressing her knee to her pussy and allowing Tania to rub herself backward and forward.

Some way south of the city was a national park, a cool, forested area, where a not-too-strenuous climb led to a waterfall. The other attraction was a guest house and farm nearby, run by dykes, for dykes. Helen and Tania decided to take a break from the city and seek refuge in the cooler mountain air. A last minute cancellation meant they could secure a booking at the guest house.

Helen drove, and it has to be said that Helen is a bit of a lead-foot on the accelerator. About 30 kilometres away from their retreat, they were pulled over by the highway patrol. A cop aged about 30 emerged from the car. God, thought Tania, I always adore those leather jackets on female cops. A shot of wetness hit her panties as the cop sauntered around to the drivers’ window and spoke to Helen. She leaned right in, her tits resting against the bottom of the rolled down window.

“So, do you know you were doing 105 in a 100 zone?”

Helen feigned surprise, though her protestations sounded rather hollow even to Tania!

“Any excuses?”

“I had no idea” Helen tried again, as the cop wrote the ticket.

“Where you two headed on such a hot day?”

“Oh, we’re escaping from the city, headed for the guest house on the mountain,” Tania leaned over and offered.

Young Buck

Virginia York wheeled her Caddy into the parking garage and after maneuvering through the maze of ramps she nosed the big auto into a space near the elevator. She shivered a little as a cold north wind whipped around her while waiting for a car. Finally down on the street, she made her way the two blocks to a nondescript building on the west side of Chicago’s Loop. It had been almost a month since her last visit, and the anticipation in her pussy caused her to drench her panties involuntarily! She took a deep breath before entering a plain looking office on the seventh floor, and after a moment’s hesitation went inside.

Immediately a thirtyish woman got up from behind her desk and greeted her warmly, “And how are you, Mrs. York?” “It’s been awhile since your last “appointment”! A least a month,” the fifty five year old woman replied. “Did you have something special in mind?” the woman asked. “Well,” Virginia replied softly, “is that young man that I had last time still here, I believe his name was Chris!” “Ummmmm, let me see if he’s in today,” she replied quickly. “Now let me see……….” “Yes, he’s just finishing up his break,” the she went on. “Would you like me to set up a room?” “Please,” Virginia answered softly, “and the sooner the better.”

The matronly woman sat a little nervously in and easy chair in the well appointed bedroom while waiting for Chris. It was really fixed up like a fine hotel room with a huge king size bed, fifty inch color TV with accompanying VCR, a fully stocked bar, and of course a bathroom with all the toys! She was lost in her own thoughts when she was jolted back to reality when Chris strode through the door with a big smile on his face. “Hello, Mrs. York, Carol said you asked for me personally!” “Y-yes,” she replied a little red faced. “I’m glad,” he replied smoothly while standing directly in front of her. “If I recall,” he said gently, “you like to open up the package yourself!” She didn’t even bother asking as her shaking fingers began undoing the front of his dungarees. When she had finally managed to get them down around his ankles her breathing had become increasingly labored while she ran her hands gingerly over the bulge in his red bikini under shorts. “You really love black meat, don’t ya bitch?!? he asked with soft laugh. She shuddered at the insolence of the young man, and as she tugged his shorts down and his huge black cock flopped into view, she groaned loudly while taking it into her small hands!

Unexpected Encounter

“Boy this is the life,” Annette mumbled out loud while slathering her naked body with a generous helping of sun screen! After being cooped up in the city for fifty weeks a year, she had just followed her nose until she had discovered a small hidden lake deep inside the Minnesota-Canadian Boudary Waters area north and west of Duluth! She had pitched her small tent and set up camp three days ago and had as yet not seen another single solitary soul, which was just fine with her as rest and relaxation were just what the doctor had ordered! While her portable radio oozed out some cool jazz on the hot day, her mind began to float as she slipped in a state of semi consciousness, drifting away on the clouds floating through her mind, so she was quite unaware when a stranger walked into her camp and stood silently beside her!

In her groggy state she didn’t quite no why, but Annette got the sense that something was amiss, and after slowly opeing her eyes, she was stunned and terrified to find that a tall thin black man was standing not more than five feet from her! Since all of her clothing was inside of her tent and she had nothing to cover her body with, and in a display of modesty she covered her firm breasts with her arms and in a very shaky voice stammered, “W-who are you and what do you want!?!” “The name’s King, Jeremy King,” he replied with a broad smile, “I just noticed your camp and decided to come over and introduce my self!” “Where did you come from,” she asked nervously!?! “Right over there on the other end of the cove,” he explained, “I just got finished pitching my tent and happened to notice your camp!” “What are you doing here,” she asked, but now a little less afraid than a few seconds ago!?! “Oh, I just thought I’d try a little fishing and maybe some swimming,” he replied, “oh well, I just wanted to say hi, I’ll see ya,” and then he turned around and walked back to his own camp site!” Annette sat upright and watched Jeremy King walking away, and while she was a little bit miffed that he’d barge in on her like that, he seemed like a pleasant enough sort, and since he didn’t seem to be any kind of threat, she lay back down and went to sleep!

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she finally awakened, but one thing that was evident was the savory inviting aroma of freshly frying fish! She got to her feet and slipped quietly into the lake for a quick bath, and after drying off and putting on some shorts and a tank top, she wandered over to Jeremy’s camp to see just how many of those fish he caught! “Hi,” she said brightly while coming up behind him, “how goes it!?!” He looked up from his frying pan and with a wide grin replied, “Well, three walleyes in twenty minutes warms the cockles of my heart, please, have seat!” The two of them made small talk for a few minutes as the fish continued frying, until Jeremy asked, “Say, the smell of these fish didn’t bring you over here did it!?!” She covered her face with her hands to cover her laugh and replied, “Wellllll, that might have had something to do with it!” “Here,” he said while handing her a plate of fried walleye and potatos, “I just can’t stand to see a girl starve!”

Caught In the Act

Tara’s head was pounding like crazy! Thankfully her last two classes were only gym and a study hall, so she didn’t argue a bit when the school nurse sent her home for the rest of the day with instructions to take a couple of aspirins and rest in bed. “That’s funny,” she said to herself as she walked up her front walk, “I wonder why mom’s car is here.” Her first thought that maybe she was under the weather too, so instead of making a lot of noise she tip toed up the stairs in case she was sleeping. She was just about to push open her parent’s bed room door when she heard the sound of a deep male voice on the other side! That definitely was not her father’s voice, besides, he was off on business in Cleveland for a few days, so it couldn’t have been him! With her heart nearly leaping through her chest she slowly cracked open the door to see what the heck was going on! “O-oh my god!” she gasped softly. “Mother, what on earth are you doing!?!?!”

Her mother’s head turned to face her eighteen year old daughter, but she was in no condition to respond as she was in the midst of a riding her lover’s huge black cock to a stunning orgasm! “T-Tara!” she finally mumbled. “What are you doing here?!?” “I live here if you haven’t forgotten!” Tara replied coldly. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?!?!” “This is Arthur,” Vera replied, “he sometimes takes care of me……..” Indeed!” Tara snapped. “And I suppose daddy knows all about Arthur?!?!” Before Vera had a chance to respond Arthur chimed in, “To tell you the truth he does, if it’s any of your business!” “I-I don’t believe it!” Tara replied incredulously. “It’s true, dear,” Vera replied, “your father just isn’t up to the task of shall we say taking care of my needs!” I-I don’t understand,” the stunned young woman replied. “It’s very simple, dear,” Vera sighed while working her pussy up and down on Art’s massive erection, “your father is a total loser in the love making department, and for the past five years or so Arthur has kept me from climbing the walls!”

Heart To Heart

“So, how was the honeymoon,” Fay Vickers asked her just married daughter, Katie!?! “Really good, mom,” she replied, “everything as just great, and we’re both hoping we get to go back to Cancun again someday, it was incredibly beautiful!” “Sit down, dear,” her mother said while pouring them both a cup of coffee, “and tell me all about it!” Katie took the steaming hot cup from her mother’s hand, situated herself in the kitchen chair, and after taking a sip, she replied softly, “I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful the whole honeymoon was, mom, we played golf, went on a boat ride, pigged out on the food like there was no tomorrow, and took moon lit walks on the beach!” “It sounds wonderful, dear,” Fay replied smiling, “I’m sure that you and Jack will be very happy together!”

The two women had been gabbing about Katie’s new apartment and Jack’s new job as a civil engineer when Katie cleared her throat, and in a low voice said, “Uh mom, can I ask you a question!?!” “Sure, dear,” Fay replied, “ask away!” “Well this is really personal,” Katie said softly! Fay reached over and touched her daughter on the hand and offered, “Don’t worry, honey, you can ask me anything, after all, I am your mother!” “Yeah,” Katie replied, “I know, it’s just a little embarrassing that’s all!” Fay smiled gently at her eldest daughter while waiting patiently for her to get to the point! After taking a deep breath and another drink of coffee, Katie looked her mother in the eye and began, “Well, uh, I think that you know that I was a virgin on my wedding night, and I’m really glad that I waited, cuz it was real special and all, but now I have some questions I need answered!”

“From the sound of things you seem to have everything pretty much under control,” her mother replied, “but if you need a tip or two I certainly will try and give you my best advice!” Katie nodded gratefully to her mother and then offered, “The sex was absolutely fantastic and we’d actually stay in bed for three or four hours at a time making love over and over again until we were just too tired to go on!” “That doesn’t sound like a problem to me,” Fay said with a twinkle in her eye! “Oh it’s not that, mother,” Katie replied quickly, “it’s just that, well I don’t know exactly how to put it, but you see, I have this fixation and it’s always on my mind!” “A fixation on what, dear,” Fay asked with a small smile creeping over her lips!?! “Oh, gosh,” Katie replied red faced, “I shouldn’t have even brought all this up, I’m so embarrassed!” “I think I know what your problem is,” Fay said gently, “it’s not really a problem though, and all young women eventually must face what you’re going through right now!” “D-did you have this problem too,” Katie asked softly!?! “Well, dear,” her mother replied, “you speak of it as if it’s in the past tense, but I still feel exactly the same way I did on my wedding night, I’m still just as addicted to your father’s penis as I was back then!”


XXY, just three little insignificant letters in the English alphabet, that is unless that was your chromosome designation and not the normal XX or XY!!! XX equals girl, XY equals boy, while XXY equals what!?! For Sula it meant being caught in a permantent limbo between male and female, with oversized male genitalia and a woman’s breasts and hips with no discernable body facial or chest hair!!! She stared intently into the full length mirror in her dressing room, and while her body was incredibly feminie with its perfect breasts, flat stomach, long lean legs, and round soft bottom, her eyes always first gravitated to her groin where hung a fully operation penis that stood eight inches long when completely erect!!! Even as she stood there, the blood flowed to her organ engorging it before her very eyes until it was angrily standing up, demanding the attention it so deserved, so with eyes half closed, she grasped herself firmly and with a series of hard urgent jerkings, tempted a shuddering climax from her spitting penis!!! After cleaning up her cum mess, Sula quickly gathered up her clothing and began dressing for work!!!

Later that day in the small lunch room adjacent to the mail room, Sula took a sip of herbal tea and comment to her good friend Rita, “If that asshole Barker “accidentlly rubs up against me one moe time I’m gonna clock him!!!” “You too, huh,” Rita replied with a shake of her head, “the big jerk’s got roving hands enough for ten men, I’m thinking about going to Procter about it!!!” “A whole lotta good that would do,” Sula retorted, “those two are best friends, what chance do you think you’d have when it was only your word against his!?!” “Yeah,” Rita replied between sips of tea, “you’re probably right, I guess we’ll just have to try to avoid him!!!” “Uh huh,” Sula replied softly as if lost in thought, “we’ll just have to avoid him!!!”

“Y-you stay away from me,” Rita stammered, “I’m gonna scream if you don’t leave me alone!!!” “Who’s gonna hear you in hear,” Josh Barker asked with a sick grin as he moved closer to the cowering woman, “besides, you know you want it, baby, so why don’t you loosen up and enjoy it!?!” “Never,” Rita spat, “you’re nothing but a misogynistic pig!!!” “So that’s what you do a night,” he replied with and evil laugh, “just sitting at home reading the fucking dictionary so you can pop off a big word now and then, well, have you ever run across the word, cocksucker, cuz that’s just what you’re gonna do!?!” Josh advanced ever so slowly towards the terrified woman, when out of nowhere came a voice from the other end of the file room that sounded of pure acid as it rang out, “And just what the fuck do you think you’e doing asshole!?!” “Josh Barker spun around as if on a turntable not sure who to be expecting, but when he saw that it was just Sula, a broad grin spread over his face as he offered, “I was just about to give your friend here a throat exam with my dick, but since you’ve got the big mouth, maybe I’ll start with you instead!!!”

Psycho Sessions

“Just lie down on the couch and relax, Marcia,” Dr. Fagen said easily, “this is just our first session to gether so we’ll use it basicly to get to know one and other and create a trust between us, how does that sound to you!?!” “Uh, pretty good, doctor,” she replied while getting comfortable on the cool leather sofa that dominated the expanisive office of Dr. Harold Fagen, the resident psychotherapist at County General Hospital who specializes in sexual dysfunction! “Dr. Katzman sent over your file,” Harold Fagen said candidly, “and after going over it carefully, I concluded just as he did, that you have absolutely nothing wrong with you physically, and that any problem that you may be having is most likely the result of some mental trauma!” “I realize that,” Marcia replied softly, “but what is it that’s keeping me from having a sexaul climax, doctor, I’m only twenty five years old and still haven’t experienced even one orgasm in my entire life!?!” “Well,” the doctor replied gently, “that is what we are here to find out!”

“It says on your chart that you’re not married,” Dr. Fagen asked, “is that still the case!?!” “Of course it is,” Marcia replied sadly, “who’d ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!” “Why do you call yourself a cold fish,” the doctor asked, “the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!” “Oh, I suppose so,” Marcia replied, “but from what I’ve heard, a man gets a lot of pleasure out bringing his partners to climax, and depriving him of this satisfaction would probably make him at least less than happy with the relationship!” “Of course that’s true up to a point,” the doctor added, “but the driving force for a man in a relationship with a woman is to procreate, and if she has or doesn’t have a climax is in many cases immaterial!” “Well maybe to him it is,” Marica retorted, “but it certainly is to me!”

“Okay then,” Dr. Fagen replied, “let’s start at the beginning, when you’re with a man, do you become sexually aroused!?!” “Oh yes,” she gushed, “when ever I’m in the company of a man I can certainly feel the desire building inside of me!” “Exactly what do you feel,” he asked softly?!? “You mean specifically,” she asked a little nervously?!? “Specifcially,” he replied, “what do you feel or sense!?!” “Well,” she began slowly, “of course my vagina immediately gets very wet and my breasts seem to puff up and tingle in anticipation of being sucked on!” “Do you like getting your nipples sucked on,” he asked!?! “Mmmm, yes,” she replied, “very much, I also like getting them nipped a little bit!” “That’s a good healthy sign,” he replied, “but getting back to your vagina, when you get wet is it just a little dampness or are you really drenched!?!” “Most of the time I’m completely sopping wet,” she declared, “and usually my panties are soaked right along my crack!” “What turns you on about a man, Marcia,” he asked, “I mean what physical attributes do you appreciate in a man!?!” “Boy you really get personal don’t you, doctor,” she replied a little red faced!?! “I have to, Marcia,” he responded quickly, “now please, answer the question!”

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