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Gwens Bountiful Buttocks

The rain fell hard and steady that weekend afternoon. My lover, Gwen, and I had planned to spend the day walking up and down Michigan Avenue checking out the store window displays and, perhaps, stopping in here and there to make a purchase. After window shopping, we would find a cafĂ© just off the avenue for a bite to eat while we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. But the poor weather changed all that. I’m not too sad about it, though. Instead of being out in public, we stayed in and ended up having a very good day.

Gwen is a stunningly beautiful woman. For those of you who care about such things, Gwen has very dark skin, short kinky hair, is rather tall, and has a somewhat pear-shaped figure. She’s got a lovely face with large eyes that can be soulful, mischievous or piercing, and luscious full lips, firm natural 34-B breasts with nipples the color of black licorice, sleek arms with long delicate fingers, a taut flat belly, wide hips (at least 40 inches), and long legs with tapering thighs and shapely calves. Gwen is a serious amateur dancer and so she has flexibility throughout her body and her arms and legs are very powerful without being bulky. To me, she defines femininity.

I, on the other hand, am a white man, more than 6 feet tall, rather muscular, but with the beginnings of that spare tire all men seem to develop at some point in their lives. As for looks, I consider myself to be average looking at best. I enjoy working out with weights, taking long walks along the lakefront, listening to music, and reading mystery novels. And, of course, I love spending time with Gwen and every day I’m thankful that Gwen continues to spend her life with me.

Gwen and I are both in our mid 50’s and we’ve been together for more than 25 years. We’re not married, but our relationship is more solid that many married couples’. Part of our success together is a very satisfactory sex life. I figure that during a typical week we’ll have some form of sex at least 10 times. That’s a minimum of 520 acts of erotic touching, talking dirty to each other, and good old oral, genital and/or anal sex every year. Sometimes we’ll spice up our love life by including another man (for her) or woman (for me) or couple (for us). On rare occasions Gwen will bed a strange man and I might fuck some unknown woman. You may think we’d be angry and hurt by this, but the opposite is true. She’ll tell me about what it felt like to have a stranger’s cock inside her body and I’ll tell her all about being in some slut’s mouth, cunt and ass. It makes us that much more horny for each other and we end up acting like teenagers and fucking every which way through the night!

Now back to the story. On that particular rainy day, Gwen decided to practice her dance routine. I’m a lousy dancer, but I thoroughly enjoy watching Gwen. She makes it look so natural and effortless, even thought I know she’s working very hard. Gwen exudes a definite style and grace in her movements. Naturally, my motives for watching her are not all innocent! When Gwen practices, she tends to wear form-fitting clothes that cling to her physical attributes very nicely. Of particular interest to me is how her leotard seems to amplify the jiggling of her ample butt. I’ve frequently begged Gwen to practice in the nude, but she says that wouldn’t work because I’d never give her the chance. She’s right, but I have to ask because one day she just might agree!

Anyway, I watched Gwen do her stretches and then begin her dance. I was very turned on by her and started to rub my cock through my pants. Gwen saw me and smiled. I often play with myself while watching her dance (or cook or do the laundry or sit in a chair reading a book). Soon I had my pants and BVDs off and was stroking my penis where she could see it. Sometimes her routine brought her near to where I was sitting and she would blow me a kiss or very lightly touch the head of my cock with her long sculpted fingers. That always gave me a jolt like electricity, but it was never enough to make me cum. I reached out and grabbed for her ass as she swept by.

Gwen continued to practice for about an hour. When she finished, there was a glow about her that made her appear more beautiful and sexy than usual. I could have jumped her right then, but Gwen wanted to take a hot bath to relax her muscles. She asked me to join her in our bedroom in 30 minutes.

That half-hour passed much too slowly. My cock was oozing pre-cum and I desperately wanted to shoot my load, but I called up every reserve of willpower that I had and waited. Finally time was up and I entered our bedroom. Gwen was lying facedown on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread apart and I could clearly make out the bright pink slash between her dark chocolate thighs. She asked me to massage her legs and back. I started with her calves and ankles and feet. She oohed and aahed and seemed to melt in my hands as I rubbed her feet. Next, I gently but firmly rubbed and kneaded her back. Then I spent at least 10 minutes on each thigh. Of course, there was the accidental (on purpose) touching of Gwen’s labia and opening of her vagina. My cock was at its maximum length and hardness and yet it seemed more blood was trying to flow in than my penis could hold. Large drops of pre-cum landed all over Gwen’s legs and back.

As I was finishing with her thighs, Gwen asked me to massage her butt cheeks. My prayers were answered! I started slowly, trying to pace myself, but soon I knew it was a lost cause. I squeezed and gathered up the fleshiness of each cheek with my hands. I kissed and licked her skin. Her butt cheeks were contradictions in sensations, both firm and soft, pliable yet hard, smooth yet covered with goose bumps. Before long, I parted those big cheeks and stuck my tongue into the muskiness of her asshole. I licked and nipped with my teeth all around her anus and up and down her ass crack. She was twitching her hips and moaning with pleasure. After several minutes of oral stimulation I got on my knees and slowly pushed my prick past her sphincter. Gwen had a look of pure delight on her face. I kept pushing until there was nowhere left to go. Then I slowly withdrew and as the head of my cock was about to pop out, I pushed back in. I repeated this maybe 15 times before I felt the unmistakable rush of cum racing through my shaft. I plunged in one last time and shot my semen deep into Gwen’s bowels. She must have felt my ejaculation because she gave out a primal moan and clamped her ass shut in her own orgasm.

After my cock softened, I pulled out of Gwen’s lovely ass. She rolled onto her side and gave me a long soul kiss. Then she went into the bathroom and came back with a small bowl of water, soap and a hand towel. Gwen lovingly washed my cock of our combined juices. She carefully dried my penis and took the dirty water back to the bathroom. Gwen came back and stood before me. Her tits were swollen and her shaved pussy was hot with arousal. She kneeled on the bed and lowered her cunt to my face and I began at least a half hour of cunnilingus. She came at least twice, drenching my face with her vaginal juices each time. Then she licked and nibbled and suckled on my cock until I unloaded into her mouth. We spent the rest of the day naked, completely comfortable with each other. That evening Gwen asked me to fuck her hard in her pussy and ass and I was happy to oblige. An hour or so later we fell asleep totally contented.

I so happy and lucky to have Gwen, the love of my life!

Girls Night Out

My best friend Sandy and I have worked together for 2 years. We have taken trips together, gone out drinking, had some good times. She has recently divorced, while I am happily married. Last weekend, we decided to we needed a girls’ night out. We decided to have a male friend of mine drop us off at the club for a night of drinks and pool. We were dressed for a night of fun, both of us in black dresses, mine tight black velvet with a plunging neckline, hers rather short, showing off her ample thighs in black fishnet stockings. Six inch spiked heels for both of us, topping off our attire.

When we arrived at the club, Jake left us, rather reluctantly, at the front door. I noticed a group of young men standing in the parking lot, all of whom just so happened to notice us. We entered the door, paying our cover fee, and obtaining our cues. We have a particular waitress we both prefer, and she noticed us right away. After ordering our drinks, we began to set up the table for a game of nineball. Heads were beginning to turn right away as I bent over the table to square the rack. The hem of my dress rising to expose the top of my stockings. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we were on our way to a rather enjoyable evening. The table beside us had now been occupied by 3 of the young men I had noticed in the parking lot.

Sandy and I are pretty good at pool, better than most, I suppose, but she was getting the better of me, as we joked and teased each other about the game. The guys at the next table seemed to enjoy our rivalry. I had to make a rather difficult shot, and from my angle, my only chance was to sit on the corner of the table, and angle my shot at the side pocket. As I climbed up onto the table, being certain not to completely close my legs, I stradled the corner pocket just enough to allow a slight glance at my crotchless black satin panties. Sandy was standing behind me, eyeballing my shot, her long hair brushing across my shoulders. I noticed the guys had now stopped to take a good look. The waitress came over to refill our drinks, and I missed my shot, to Sandys’ enjoyment. One of my heels had fallen to the floor while I was on the table, and now, before me stood a tall, rather handsome blue eyed fellow. He bent over to pick up my heel,and his face was now inches from my crotch. Looking down at him, I could tell by the smile on his face, he was enjoying this. Placing my heel onto my foot, he stood, taking my hand to help me down. His two friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. The young man who had helped me out was Shawn. The guys asked if they could buy us a drink.

Sandy and I agreed, and soon we were all laughing and shooting pool, Sandy and I teasing the guys as we would bend over way too far to make our shots. Soon, one of the guys, Dave, said we should place bets on our game. We agreed to play teams, Sandy and I against Dave, Shawn, and Brian. I wasnt fond of the odds, but the losers paid the table fees, so the game was on. The waitress came over with a round of drinks, and I was beginning to feel the few I had already drank. It was my turn to make a shot, and I stumbled as I leaned down to eyeball the angle. Shawn came to my aid, once again, as I laughed and leaned against the table. Placing his hand on my hip to steady me, he stood behind me, leaning down close to my face as I felt his hand slide up my dress. Sandy and the guys were sitting on stools in the corner talking and laughing, both guys with their eyes glued to her. Of course, I missed my shot as Shawns’ hand slid further up my dress and across my ass. Turning around to face him, he kissed me, his tongue brushing across my lips. Sandy and I were both rather intoxicated by this time, and she asked if I needed to go to the little girls’ room, I said yes, and the guys ordered another round of drinks from our waitress as we walked away. In the restroom, Sandy and I decided these guys were hot enough, and we wanted to see what else they were good at.
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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.
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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!”
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Bad Habits

“What are we going to do with that girl,” a very frustrated Marie Downs asked her husband, “she’s eighteen years old and still can’t stop touching herself in public!?!” “Don’t look at me, dear,” Ed Downs replied quickly, “if you wanna say something to her, go ahead, but leave me out of it!” “Some help you are,” Marie said with exasperation, “your daughter’s behaving like a monkey in the zoo and all you can do is say keep me out of it, what kind of father are you anyway!?!” “The kind that feels uncomfortable talking about sex with his grown up daughter,” he shot back at her, “come on, Marie, give me a break will ya, this is the kind of thing that a mother should handle, now leave me alone, I’m gonna finish reading the sports page!” Marie just stared at her husband for a few seconds, and then shrugged her shoulders in disgust and stalked away vowing to come up with some sort of plan to curb her daughter of her public self abuse!

“I’m just at my wits end,” Marie said to her best Veronica, “she’s acting like a little slut and there doesn’t seem to be a thing that I can do to stop her!” Veronica poured each of them another cup of coffee and joked, “So she has a hot pussy, it must run in the family!” “Very funny,” Marie replied, “I don’t deny I love sex, but there’s a time and place for everything, and in our living room with the whole family around is definitely not the place!” “Hmmmmmm, I guess not,” Roni replied thoughtfully, “you mean like it wasn’t the time or place to screw Ed in the broom closet last year after Janet’s wedding, or the time you sucked him off in the parking lot in the mall parking lot, you mean like that!?!” “Don’t change the subject,” Marie snapped, “I’d had a lot to drink at Janet’s wedding, and as far as the parking lot thing was concerned, Ed practically forced me to do him, and besides, no one could see us!” “I know, I know,” Roni replied, “all I’m just saying is that Paige isn’t the only one who has a streak of exhibitonism in her, you could almost say like mother like daughter!”
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