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Summer job pt2

This is the story about my summer job for my father. The majority of the story is true. However, there are some embellishments, and one aspect that is fantasy in part 2….but I will let you decide which is which;-)

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Craigslist Chronicles Ch. 03: Chuck

Hey All, thought I’d start a new series based around my early 20’s… Thought i’d get it all written out before I hit my 30’s. 😉 Most of the chronicles I’ll be releasing are based on real life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism.

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Cock hunting

I woke up this morning with a very nice cock sleeping beside me. To wake him up I started sucking his cock, feeling it getting hard and filling my mouth with the warm delishious taste of cock. I knew he was awake when his hands started pushing my head harder onto his cock, shoving his cock head deep into the back of my throat. It didn’t take long for him to cum in my mouth, tasting the warm cum on my tongue before swollowing it.
Since it was a weekend and we didn’t have to work, he asked me what I would like to do today. I told him I would think on it and give him an answer at breakfast. So we showered and dressed, and I fixed us a quick breakfast.
While eating, I asked if we could do anything I wanted today. He said yes, of coares. So I asked him again, anything? and you will do it with me? He just smiled and replied, anything to you or with you. What do you have in mind you little cum slut?
You’ll see, just finish your breakfast while I change. I selected a pair of black knee high boots, black mini skirt, no panties or bra, and one of his white shirts that I tied at my waist intead of buttoning, so it would show off my nice titties.
I directed him to drive to the part of town where the porn shops rent movies. The first one we came to had some preview booths in the back, so we went back to check them out, but there were no Glory Holes in the walls so we left and walked up the street to the next block.
The next shop had about 6 men looking at the pron titles as we walked in. So I just went over and bent over at the waist to reach the movies on the bottom row. Of coarse this had my mini skirt up over my ass, and since I wasn’t wearing any panties my cunt was in full view. When I stood up streaght I could see some of the men watching me, so I smiled at them while I held the porn movie in one hand and cupped a breast with the other. This was having the desired effect as their cocks were getting visibly hard.
So we took the movie to the desk and and told the clerk that we wanted to preview it in a booth. We paid our fee for this and started back as the clerk started the movie going. 4 of the men followed us back to the booths, and sure enough, these had Glory Holes in the walls.
I sat in the single chair in the little room, with my shirt completly opem now exposing my breasts. My legs were open and I fingured my wet cunt as the movie played. My friend stood beside me with his cock rubbing my cheek. I could see someones eye looking at us through the hole in the wall. It didn’t take long before a cock was sticking through the hole and I was on my knees sucking it.
With both hands flat on the wall on either side of the hole, my mouth sucking that wonderful cock into my mouth. Feeling the hard cock sliding over my tongue, out to the tip with my lips kissing the head of his cock, then down the length of his cock shaft untill my lips were buried into the hairy end of his cock.
I continued sucking his cock for only a few minutes when he cam inside my mouth. Some very tasty cum indeed. His cock was replaced by another almost immediatly and I wasted no time taking it into my waiting mouth. Moving my lips up and down his shaft, making it wet with my freshly cum drenched mouth.
I love nothing better than the feel of a hard cock moving in and out of my cum hungry mouth, unless it is the cum that eventually fills my mouth. I took a second to look over to my right, and sure enough he was standing there with cock in hand jerking off. I just told him don’t you dare cum yet, I want yours last, after I have sucked off all the cocks that come through that hole while the movie plays.
With that I went back to sucking cock. Tasting hard cock in my mouth, feeling it sliding deep into the back of my mouth, breathing and smelling masculine sweat as these guys fucked my face, one after another. Someone must have called his friends because there was no shortage of hard cocks for me to suck.
By the time to movie was over there hadn’t been a fresh cock for abour 15 minutes, so I took my friends cock into my mouth and finished him off, which didn’t take long. He must really have been turned on watching me suck all those cocks because he came almost immediatly. I just licked my lips and thanked him for the good time, and told him that he really knew how to show a cum slut to a dood time.
When we left the booth and walked by the front desk I asked the clerk if he enjoyed himself too. He told me that he didn’t because he couldn’t leave the store unattended. He looked so sad standing there, without saying a word I walked around the counter and dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. Before taking it into my mouth I looked up into his eyes, then slid it all the way into my mouth, deep and hard several times. I then quicqly stood up and turned around and bent over and guided his cock into my cunt. He grabbed my hips and fucked me very hard, shoving his cock deep into my wet cunt. When he came it was inside my cunt and I could feel his cock as it pumped his cum into me. When he was drained I stood up and faced him, cupping my hand between my legs, catching as much cum as I could. I then showed it to him as I licked his cum from my hand.
He told me to come back anytime, and the next time the movie and booth would be free. Now why am I not suprised at that?
I hope you liked my story, as I like Glory Hole cock sucking and do it when ever I have the chance, which is at least once a week.
Love and Kisses . . . (on your cock of coarse) Sandi

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My first infidelity

MY FIRST INFIDELITY
Fourteen years ago, at the age of 18, I became pregnant, and got married, three months before the birth. Two years later, I had my second son.
Six months after I had my second baby, my elder sister, Jenny, told me that, instead of sitting around, looking like an old woman, I needed a few nights out.
I knew that she went, with five or six friends to the local social club, every Friday night, to see local rock bands, but she had never invited me, before.
When we met, in a pub, I felt a bit dowdy, compared to the rest of the girls. I was dressed in an old white blouse, black trousers and sensible shoes. Jenny wore a short, low cut dress, which left little to the imagination. The others were dressed similarly, with loads of bright make-up on. They all looked very sexy. When I commented, on their dress sense, Jenny laughed, saying that all of the women dressed like them, and I would have to get my act together, if I wanted to come out with them again. When we got to the club, she was correct; it was like a fashion parade.
The band was quite good, doing songs from the charts. Jenny and her friends kept me supplied with drinks, all night. In fact I was quite drunk by the time Jenny came back from the dance floor with a small, chubby guy, who looked familiar. “This is Alan, he’s our lift home”, she announced. As he wrapped his arm around her waist, I recognised him, as the manager of a furniture shop in town. He went to the bar, and bought us a round of drinks. When he sat down, Jen’ perched herself on his knee. She pretended to bounce up and down, in a sexual manner, and then rubbed her bottom into his crotch. Alan grabbed her breasts, and shook them; Jenny’s friends all laughed. I was embarrassed. We chatted until closing time, with Alan paying a lot of attention to Jenny and Carole, peeking down Jenny’s dress, and groping Carole’s breasts. On the way out, Jenny took hold of my arm, “Just go with whatever happens, and for God’s sake don’t tell Tony.” (Her husband), because I was a little bit drunk, I was confused, and didn’t really understand her.
Jenny sat in the front, of the car, and I was in the back with Carole and Fiona. The other three girls waited for a taxi. “Is it your turn to be last?” Alan asked Jenny, the girls looked at each other, then me, and laughed. Five minutes later, I was dropped off at the end of my street, and waved the others goodbye.
During the week, Jenny visited the baby and me. “You haven’t mentioned Alan to anyone, have you?” She questioned me. “No, why?” I asked, “It’s just a bit of fun, but Tony wouldn’t understand”; she left the subject like that.
Over the next few weeks, I had my hair cut, and my clothing became a bit tighter, and more ‘fashionable’ but never ‘too revealing’. I became a lot more relaxed, and began dancing with some of the guys in the club, who would flirt with me. Alan started paying me a few compliments, usually about my bust, and ‘sexy arse’. I had lost most of my ‘pregnancy’ weight, but my breasts were still swollen from 32b to 34d, after so recently having the baby.
Mark, my husband was pleased at the transformation as I was, usually quite horny, when I arrived home, on Friday nights.
As the weeks went by, it became obvious that Alan was screwing all of the girls, including, my sister Jenny. Although I didn’t approve, they all seemed happy, so I kept quiet. In return he gave me a 25% discount when we bought a new table and chairs!
I started to really look forward to Friday night. Especially the flirting, and the ‘dirty’ talk in the car, sometimes I would join in. I became intrigued about what was so special, about this small chubby man. One night when we were alone, I asked Jenny and Fiona, who both burst out laughing, then they hinted at the size of his equipment!
In the July, when Jenny was on holiday, Alan dropped Carole off, and then started to drive towards my house. He slid his hand up Fiona’s skirt, “You’ve got tights on, you know I only like stockings”, he grumbled. “Sorry, it’s that time of the month”, Carole whispered, “You’ll have to make do with a blow job”.
I don’t know why, but, before Alan could answer, I gasped “Can I watch?” He looked in the mirror, and chuckled “Of course you can, I like an audience!” Fiona giggled, “Whatever turns you on”.
He drove the car to an industrial estate, and kept looking at me, in the car mirror, I couldn’t stop smiling at him. Once he had found a discreet corner, he put the inside lights on and started to undo his belt and zip, when he had pulled his jeans to his ankles, he announced “let the show begin!”
Fiona looked at me, raised her eyebrows, smiled and pulled down Alan’s pants.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, his cock sprung out; it was huge, but only semi- hard. Fiona took it in her hand and shook some more blood into it, it must have grown another inch, and I was mesmerised.
As Alan moved around in his seat, so I could get a better view, Fiona bent forward, flicked back her hair, and started to swallow his monster. Years ago, I’d seen a porn film with my husband Mark, but I’d never seen anything like this.
Fiona bobbed her head up and down, sucking on the purple knob, taking it out, licking the tip and the shaft. She would use both of her hands to caress his hairy balls, while her tongue ran rings around the crest of his knob. When Alan was stroking her hair he never took his eyes off mine. He was grinning as he stared at me, while he kept telling Fiona how good her blowjob was.
I was now sitting forward, leaning between the two seats, “Come on Amy, don’t be shy, show me those beautiful tits,” he commanded me. I slid my blouse off and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts for him. They felt huge, and my nipples were as hard as stones. When Alan put out a hand to stroke them; it sent a shudder through my body. As he squeezed the nipples some milk dripped out, he took it on his finger and licked it, “mmmmm” he purred. I was so turned on; I was having my tits rubbed by a man who was getting his cock sucked, by one of my friends. I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
Fiona was sucking like she was possessed, then suddenly; she jerked her head back, with a look of disgust on her face, “Bastard! I hate it when you do that”. She spat his come onto her hand; spunk was still shooting out of his cock, falling onto his pubic bush. Still stroking my tits, he looked into my eyes and laughed, “I know, but you’re such a good cock sucker, I can’t stop myself.”
As I put my clothes back on, Alan continued staring at me. Fiona soon cheered up, telling him that he should have warned her, and he would have to give her really good fucking next time, to make up for it!
When I sat back in the seat, Alan pointed between my legs, and asked, “That really turned you on, didn’t it?” I looked down, I was so wet, and there was a damp patch in the crotch of my cream trousers.
When Alan dropped me, at the end of my street, he wound his window down, and asked for ‘kiss goodnight’. I leant into the car, letting him push his tongue into my mouth, for the first time. He even manoeuvred his arm outside, stroking between my legs; I was still soaking wet. “It will be your turn, next week, babe!” he announced.
When I got into bed, Alan’s massive cock and the smell of his spunk were still in my mind. I started to fiddle with Mark’s cock; it stood to attention very quickly. He rolled onto his back; “You must have had a good night”
I slid down his warm body, and started to lick his knob, squeezing his balls, just like Fiona had done to Alan. I took a deep breath and sucked on his cock pulling it as far into my mouth as it would go. I moved one hand onto his small shaft, and quickly built up a rhythm, sucking and wanking. He was in heaven. I wanted him to come in my mouth, just like Alan had done to Fiona. I wanted to know what spunk tasted like. Within a minute, Marc tensed, “Stop! Stop! I’m coming, I’m coming!” He whispered into my ear. I increased the strength of my sucking, and he shot jets of lovely hot spunk into my mouth. It had very little flavour, but felt wonderful, sliding down my throat, I was so proud of myself.
He looked shocked, “Wow, what was that for?” he said smiling. “Just a little treat, for letting me go out, with the girls.” I replied.
During the next week, I couldn’t stop thinking about Alan’s cock, and what his spunk would taste like. Every morning, when the kids were asleep, I had to play with myself, even using the shampoo bottle, more than once.
For the next Friday, I wore a new skirt, black ‘see through blouse’, French knickers, black stockings and suspenders. Thankfully, Mark was working night shift, so he couldn’t see what I looked like. As I left, the baby sitter was too busy snogging her boyfriend, to notice what I was wearing.
At the club, I drew a lot of attention from the other guys. When I was dancing a couple of them couldn’t keep their hands off my bum, trying to get them up my skirt; I hadn’t felt this horny for years.
At 10.15 he made his way over to me, “I see that you are dressed for the occasion” he laughed. We sat with the girls, Alan constantly stroking my nylons, upto my thighs.
When we were in the car park, Carole chuckled, “I guess that you want to be in the front seat?” On the ride to her house, Fiona told her about the previous week, with me watching. My heart was beating faster than ever before.
Very quickly Alan dropped the other two, at their homes, and then looked at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you”, he said, then drove off, not to the industrial estate, as I’d expected, but, to a wooded picnic area.
“Why here?” I asked, “This is where the peeping toms hang out, I want to show you off.” Was his reply.
He parked the car, between some trees, away from the others that were already there. Alan opened his window, about an inch and put the interior light on, “I don’t want the boys to miss anything,” he said with a laugh.
Unlike the previous week, with Fiona, he put his arm around me and slowly kissed me, darting his tongue into my mouth and touching my own tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had been kissed like this. His spare hand was stroking and squeezing my breasts through the blouse, making them more sensitive then normal.
Better than a magician, he had my seat pushed back, my blouse unbuttoned and off my shoulders. I sat up, to let him unclip my bra. “My God, your tits are amazing”, he said as he started to suckle on one of my long nipples, drinking some of my excess milk and caressing the other breast, tugging at the nipple, as I struggled out of my blouse.
Alan then kissed me again, pushing a hand up my skirt, “I knew that you would wear these for me,” he said confidently, as he touched the flesh of my thighs.
I pressed my legs together. He looked startled.
“My turn now,” I whispered, and started to unbutton his shirt, running my fingers through his chest hair, then down to his belt and jeans. As I unzipped him I could feel his cock twitching into life. “Take them down”, I told him, he obeyed. His cock was at half- mast, like last week, but was still bigger than Marc’s.
With his jeans around his ankles, he sat back with his legs wide apart, showing off his lovely, massive, cock, as he tickled my nipples. I managed to kneel on the seat, and with his jacket covering the hand brake, I took hold of it, kissed the knob, then licked up and down the shaft, stopping only to pop it into my mouth and suck. Every time I did this I could feel it twitch, getting even harder. After a couple of minutes, there was a couple of inches of cock either side of my hand, it looked and tasted wonderful.
While I was sucking him, Alan was playing with my tits and nipples with one hand and stroking my stocking clad legs, with the other, sending me into ecstasy. Gently, he pushed my legs apart, and pulled my skirt up, onto my hips, “We’ve got to give the boys a good show, if you want to be invited back,” he whispered. I’d forgotten about the peeping toms. Still with his cock in my mouth, I looked over his shoulder. There were two guys with their faces pressed against the window, grinning in at me. Although shocked, I was incredibly turned on, almost biting his cock. As he slid two fingers into my sopping fanny, he whispered, “There’s another three at the other side”. I wiggled my bum, for them. As he was finger fucking me, he managed to move my knickers to one side, exposing my most private parts to these perverts. With two of his fingers twisting in my fanny, and his huge cock in my mouth, the Peeping toms were getting a hell of a show.
I couldn’t believe that he had lasted this long, so I tightly gripped the shaft, wanking him furiously and flicking my tongue over his knob. With this, he added another finger to my fanny and speeded up, grinding his palm onto my clit. I came first, ramming his cock even deeper into my mouth.
He put his hands behind my head and bucked his hips; sending gallons of hot come into my mouth. When he let go, I firmly pulled on his cock, firing the last few drops onto my tits. His spunk tasted stronger than Mark’s, and was lumpier too. I opened my mouth for him, showing him the spunk on my tongue; I then let it slide down my throat, while I rubbed the other drops into my tits. Mmmmmmm, it tasted lovely as it slid down my throat into my belly.
My breasts were heaving, now, as I moved back into my seat. I could see that there were even more perverts looking at me, so I held onto the dashboard and head rest, then shook my tits for them, as Alan leaned over, and lifted my skirt up around my stomach exposing my stockings and knickers.
As Alan manoeuvred himself underneath me, on the passenger seat, I managed to remove my skirt and knickers. I had my legs straddling him, and slid my fanny over his cock; the feeling was delightful, as it made its way inch by inch into my pussy. I felt fuller than ever before. I started very gently, but when I got used to the size, I fucked him like crazy, making him suck my lactating tits as I swore and cursed.
Telling him how much I’d enjoyed sucking his big cock, and how much I had needed to fuck him. After a few minutes of this, I felt him tense up, and shoot another load, which sent me into a fantastic orgasm of my own.
I looked out of the spunk- covered windows, to see four or five, happy, guys drifting back into the woods. “I think they liked you,” he joked. “We’ll have to come back again”.
After a shared cigarette, he wiped me clean with a cloth, and drove me home. Fingering me, all of the way home.
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Amy

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Sailor’s First Time

First Time for 19 Year Old Sailor
Was it really almost 50 yrs ago? Doesn’t seem like it. I can
remember…..Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that’s something you
don’t want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I was a little
drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of “last piece” came up. I
was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn’t really part of the group.
They let me tag along sometimes and that’s why I was there when the subject
came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I’m just glad
it was a small bar. I didn’t have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of
the place. It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a
Saturday night and asked if I wanted to hit some bars. I was bored and , of
course, ever hopeful Miss Right would be out there and said OK. Since we
heading out on a cruise the following Monday, I figured I better get some
shore leave in before we shipped out. Bill jokingly said “Maybe we’ll get you
laid tonight.” Yeah, right. In a pigs eye.
We took off and headed down the ‘strip’ (every Navy town has one). I was
driving my relatively ‘new’ 68 Skylark; relative since it was 1973 and the car
was ‘new’ to me. Bill said “Fuck it, let’s try someplace else. Someplace where
there aren’t a lot of sailors ruining the place.” Sounded good to me so I let him
lead the way. We drove around Newport quite a while with Bill giving
directions. I had a feeling he was looking for someplace in particular but
didn’t really care. Finally he directed us into a parking lot and we went into
the adjacent bar. “Jesus, this place looks dead” I said. Bill told me to just wait
and we took a couple of seats at the bar. We had a couple of beers while the
place started to fill. Most of the newcomers were older women. At 19, any
‘woman’ is older; these looked to be over 30 with an occasional over 40
mixed in.
Very few men which made me wonder if Bill had picked a lesbian bar (I hate
that terminology). It was still kind of early and we were working on our third
beer ( I was, Bill was on 4 or 5) when Bill grabbed my arm, lifted it in the air,
turned to the mostly female population at the bar and said “I have a virgin
here, how much do I hear?” All I could think of was “How could I let myself
be embarrassed like this again?” I steeled myself to slink out amongst the
expected laughter when I noticed there wasn’t any. Looking around, all I saw
was expectant and, in some cases, hungry looks. I grinned sheepishly at the
wolves and said nothing, just kept sipping my beer. Being 19 and not a
professional drinker, the beer started having its effect. I remember talking to a
lot of the women there (the beer relieved some of my inhibitions) but was not
‘attacked’ by any of them. The band started playing and I danced with the
women I was speaking with. During one dance, I noticed a new woman enter
the bar.
Beautiful! About 34, 5’6″, brunette, and a body that would knock you socks
off. She was obviously a regular since she said hi to almost everyone there. I
didn’t pay much attention to her since she looked so damn good. Figured my
chances, coupled with my inexperience and age, were nil (typical of ALL my
thinking about girls/women at that time). The woman I was dancing with saw
me looking and just smiled. After the dance was over, my partner excused
herself saying she had to talk with some friends. I went back to the bar and
talked a while with Bill. I noticed that my last dance partner was talking to
the brunette but I didn’t think anything of it. Next thing I new I was being
tapped on the shoulder. Turning around I almost choked on my beer; it was
the brunette asking me if I wanted to dance. Nodding my affirmation (thank
God I didn’t have to open my mouth and make a fool of myself) I followed
her out to the dance floor.
We spent the next few hours dancing and drinking until the bar closed. Bill
left with one of the women we had talked to earlier with the parting shot
“Give her hell!” Mary (the brunette) simply smiled at him and leered at me. I
figured she was only flirting and nothing would come of it. When it got down
to us and a few other clients, Mary asked if I would give her a ride home.
Sure, I was hoping but figured my typical luck would hold out and nothing
would happen. It didn’t take long before I was totally lost. I kept following her
directions figuring “it’s her house, she knows the way.” Suddenly she said
“turn right here!” I turned the car onto a dirt road and quickly had to hit the
brakes. Before me were rows of corn stalks with no house in sight. She
reached over, turned off the ignition, and said “I understand your a virgin. I’d
like to do something about that.” Now, a note of clarification on my virginity.
I had dated a girl during my senior year in high school and we got pretty
serious. Without going into detail on how it happened (another story,
perhaps?) we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to
some mild oral sex (no orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutual
masturbation.
Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, and down right fear of
pregnancy kept us from going any further. The same guilt and paranoia
always infected our trysts and made them less enjoyable. I digress but it is
important to the story…. I was terrified! I wanted her so bad but my fear of
failure, self, etc. was almost overpowering. She slid over to my side (thank
God I didn’t have bucket seats!), put her arms around my neck, and we started
kissing. The new moon, hanging low in the eastern sky, provided a pale
surrealistic light to the situation. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and
played with mine in a way that promised greater things to come. But still, I
was petrified. I knew this was it; it was finally going to happen. Technically I
new what to do (I’d seen pornos, read books, practiced by myself) but I was so
nervous I couldn’t think what to do first. She broke the kiss and said “This
really IS your first time, huh?”
All I could do was nod. Couldn’t even mention the little I had done in high
school. “Well, we’ll just have to find something to do to calm you down”, she
said. Right, got any phenobarbitol? I’m 19, finally gonna get laid, and she
thinks she can calm me down? Good luck. She again started kissing me, that
wonderful tongue playing intricate games in my mouth. Her hands
unbuttoned my shirt and started caressing my chest and occasionally
venturing down to my stomach and the start of my pants. My cock was
straining and almost screaming at me to get started. Tentatively I reached out
and cupped her breasts. She moaned, reached both arms behind me and
crushed herself against me. I almost passed out! This was too good to be true!
No begging or pleading, just someone who wanted it as much as I. Somehow
I got her shirt unbuttoned and began caressing her breasts. MAGNIFICENT!
She broke our embrace, reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She smiled at
me as her breasts tumbled free, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me
down to those globes. I was lost in between them! I kissed and sucked her
tits, going from one to the other, slathering them with my tongue without
touching her nipples.
She lay back moaning, crushing my head to her breasts. Finally, I began
running my tongue around her nipples first in large circles which gradually
became smaller until my tongue was flicking across her nipple. Slowly, I
drew the nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The pressure of her
hands on my head increased and I tried to suck as much of her breast into my
mouth as I could. I went back and forth between those melons driving both of
us into a frenzy. By this time my dick was in extreme pain. I new I had to do
something to relieve the pressure but felt I needed to do more to please her. I
remembered one of my shipmates telling how he preferred cunnilingus before
entry to help excite the woman and reduce the amount of stroking required
for her to reach orgasm. And believe me, I was determined that she would
also reach orgasm. I began running my tongue down her chest to her stomach
and back to her breasts. I was curious if she wanted me or even would let me
go down on her. Taking her louder moans as an un-official endorsement, I
began to undue her pants. She lifted her ass and helped me pull her pants
down and off.
I began to go lower toward her cunt when she pulled my head away, looked
into my eyes, and asked “Do you know what you’re doing?” Not wanting to
spoil the situation by saying something stupid I simply nodded. “I thought you
were a virgin?” she asked. I mumbled something about reading a lot and she
chuckled in a very sexy manner and said go ahead. I again lowered my head
to her stomach and continued running my tongue around the area,
occasionally dipping below into her panties and dramatically increasing her
moans. I grabbed her panties and slowly drew them off. She twisted in the
seat so that her head rested on the passenger side arm rest with her legs
spread on the seat (thanks mom for not letting me buy that sports car!).
Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue down her legs to where her cunt hairs
just started tickling my nose. Knowing that I should start at her clitoris
(thanks to “Everything You Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid
To Ask”), and the general location, I used my tongue to explore until I found
it. I started flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. She
arched her hips, grabbed my head, and crushed it against her cunt. Whatever I
lacked in experience I tried to make up for in effort.
I kept sucking gently on her clit, my saliva mixing with her juices, until she
was soaked. Leaving her clit I moved down and began tonguing her vagina.
Taking a deep breath, I shoved my tongue as far into pussy as it would go.
She mashed my head against her moaning “Jesus, a natural pussy eater!”
Hearing that drove me wild! I began thrusting my tongue in and out with
short trips back up to her clit. I just couldn’t get enough of it with her
moaning how good it felt and kept fucking her cunt with my tongue. Finally,
I’d had enough. Not that I couldn’t continue doing that, I just couldn’t take the
pressure on my cock. Breaking her iron-like grasp on my head, I pulled back
and began taking off my pants. She smiled at me and said “Now it’s my turn.”
“NO!” I almost screamed, “I couldn’t take it!” She smiled knowingly at me
and laid back down on the seat again spreading her legs.
This was it. The moment of truth! I knelt between her legs and she reached
down and grabbed my cock. I almost died! Just having someone else besides
me touch my cock was fantastic. She stroked it back and forth a few times
muttering “it feels sooo nice!” Grabbing my cock, she pulled me towards her
and down to her pussy. Without letting go of my cock, she slowly worked it
into her pussy grabbing my ass with her other hand. I couldn’t believe the
sensation! Rosie Palm and her five sisters NEVER felt like this! When she
had all of me in her, she let go of my cock, grabbed my ass with both hands,
and moved her hips up and down against me. At last I was fucking a woman!
I started getting carried away and thrust with all my strength against her, her
hands on my ass pulling me deeper into her pussy. I knew I couldn’t take
much more of this.
Feeling an orgasm start, I shouted “STOP!” Too late, I started coming inside
her but held myself very still hoping I could control how much I came. She
looked up at me and asked “Did you come?” “A little”, I replied. Smiling, she
stroked my cheek and asked “Do you want to stop?” I shook my head no and
started stroking my still hard cock inside her. Now I understood one of the
benefits of being 19, healthy, and incredibly horny: once just wasn’t going to
be enough! I also noticed that the first ‘little’ orgasm seemed to deaden the
sensations in my cock. Realizing I could now fuck her without worrying
about coming too fast, I went at it with a renewed gusto. She looked at me
and moaned “I don’t believe it!” My ego soared! I was Tarzan dominating
Jane! I was the fulfillment of the male image! Marlboro Man look out! I’m
riding this mare to the sunset!
I kept up the pace, going in and out, as deep as I could, her writhing and
moaning driving me to animal passion that almost scared me. Her hips
thrusting back at me met my every stroke with equal, passionate force.
Suddenly, she grabbed me around the hips with her legs, and sinking her teeth
into my neck, began to come. Her vagina clamped down on my cock and I
could feel it pulsate in rhythm to her body convulsions as she became lost in
the throes of her orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I had actually done that to a
woman. She held on to me long after the orgasm subsided, my cock still hard
inside her. Finally she relaxed her legs and let me pull out of her. I didn’t want
to leave that warm, marvelous cavern but my arms were shaking from holding
myself up. I sat back on the seat with a silly grin on my face. She sat up, saw
the grin, and chuckled “Well, how was it?” Still grinning I replied “WOW, it’s
a lot better than I thought!” She laughed and snuggled up to me, her breasts
pressing against my arm.
I lit a cigarette for both of us and we sat there in silence smoking. She
finished half of hers and snubbed it out. Leaning back against me, she started
stroking my thigh and said “Well, we can’t go with you only having a little
orgasm. How about a big one?” I was shocked! My high school escapades
previously mentioned always ended with one orgasm no matter how good it
was. Now here was a woman asking if I wanted more. I don’t think I can
relate the male ego boost that occurs even today upon hearing that! I looked at
her, nodded and said “I don’t know if I can come again.” She looked me in the
eye and said “Let me worry about that.” Using both hands she gently forced
me back until my head lay on the driver’s side armrest, my legs spread on the
seat. Being obviously of a vengeful nature, she began running her tongue
down my legs and around my stomach being careful to avoid my crotch. I
moaned and writhed under her ministrations, thrusting my hips involuntarily
into the air.
Finally, after one tongue excursion down my thigh, she began tonguing my
balls. She went back and forth between them getting the hairs soaked with her
saliva. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me, and took my left testicle into
her mouth. She sucked on it softly and stroked it with her tongue. Letting it
slide sensuously out of her mouth, she repeated with the right testicle. She
went back and forth between them, sometimes using her mouth to ‘fuck’ my
balls, sliding them individually in and out, in and out. She stopped, and
taking a deep breath, took both balls into her mouth at the same time, gently
stuffing them in with her hands. The sensation was overpowering. My cock
felt more engorged with blood than ever before; bouncing up at the sky with
every beat of my heart. I squirmed repeatedly underneath her which seemed
to drive her into a heightened frenzy. She kept sucking on my balls like she
couldn’t get enough, her eyes constantly open and watching my reactions.
Suddenly, she pulled back slightly and let my balls pop out of her mouth. She
began running her tongue up and down on the underside of my cock.
Occasionally she would wrap her lips as much as possible around the side of
my cock and suck it or stroke her lips up and down, pausing close to the head.
She opened her mouth and placed my cock inside on her tongue rubbing it all
around without closing her mouth. I’d only seen this done in porno movies
and experiencing it was almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with her
hands and closed her mouth about the head, slowly sucking it in until she had
about half of it in her mouth. She kept it there, sucking on it like a popsickle,
her eyes glued to mine savoring my every reaction. She closed her eyes and
started stroking her head up and down on my straining cock, going deeper
and deeper with every stroke, until finally all of my cock was buried in her
mouth. She ground her face against my stomach, twisting her head back and
forth, then returning to fucking my cock with her mouth. This sure wasn’t
going to take too long. Nothing in my previous experience could possibly
prepare me for this!
I could feel my balls swelling, getting ready to expel my juices. I grabbed her
head and twisted it up without removing my cock and told her I was going to
come. I thought she would pull away and let me come in the air like in high
school but I was wrong. I removed my hands from her head as she mumbled a
negative and increased her sucking up and down. Again I grabbed her head
and started helping her up and down on my cock. The pressure kept
increasing and increasing until suddenly, I began to come! She thrust her head
down on my cock, taking it as deep as before. I shot jet after jet of come into
her throat while she continued to bob her head up and down on my deeply
engulfed cock. It was like I couldn’t stop coming and she couldn’t get enough.
As the flow lessened, she pulled her head back and began running my still
spurting cock around her face. The muscles in my body were shaking from
my tensing them. Finally I stopped and she took my softening cock back into
her mouth, gently licking and sucking it. She used her fingers to wipe off her
face and sucked off the collected come.
We both fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later, saw the time, woke up
Mary and said “I’ve got to get back on board ship.” We dressed and I took her
home. I laughed when it turned out her home was only three blocks away
from the bar. I asked her why we didn’t go to her house and she said she didn’t
want her husband catching us! I couldn’t believe it! I asked her if we could get
together again and she smiled at me and said ” Who knows? You can find me
at the bar.” She kissed me tenderly and walked into her house….. I went back
to the bar after we got back into port about 2 months later but she never
showed up. I drove by her house but it was up for sale. Nobody at the bar
knew what had happened to her or when exactly she left. I’m happily married
now with a wife that fulfills my every fantasy and desire so I have no need to
look for another woman. Still, I guess you never forget your first experience,
especially one as wild as that one was. I hated waiting until I was 19 but in
hindsight, it was well worth it! The message? Don’t discount older women.
Their capacity to please can be overwhelming and their capacity to give can
be bottomless. Thanks Mary, wherever you are. I’ll never forget you…..
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My first time, is your’s hotter than mine ??

I initially wrote this story as a reply to describe my first time with a blow job, including swallowing his cum, but as I was thinking about it, I realised my first time was much, much more than sucking a dick and swallowing the cum.
This is a true story, so please, when you want to let me know that you do not believe me, and that its just fiction, save it. First of all, I could give a shit if you think its true or not. I have nothing to prove to little people with little dicks. When I first joined and posted some pics, a couple of guys got all up in arms and just knew that my pics were fake, said they were too good, too professional. Well, they WERE professional, my boyfriend was a professional photographer. These guys wanted me to become a veried member. Well, I said I would do their little sign in front of me, and I did, and thought nothing of it, but my man thought that the “sex picture police” thing was just a little too wierd, and, after a little while, I did also. So, for those of you, and I’m sure you know who you are, go fuck yourself. If you don’t like it, don’t look. My real life is wierd enough, I want to enjoy sex, and I will just stop posting ( actually, that is why I am seldom online, I just don’t need that crap). If you are an administrator and want to ban me, go for it. Anyway, read my story, who could make this kind of stuff up?
For background, I should say I grew up in Appalachia, mostly in the hills of Kentucky, not exactly a hotbed of liberal sexual attitudes, so everything I knew about sex I had found out by myself.
I believe that I was 13 the first time I sucked a guy’s dick and swallowed. That, in itself, seems pretty bad, but it gets much nastier and wilder as the day goes on. To begin with, he was my 7th grade teacher in school. As if that were not enough of a taboo, he was a black man. Truth be told, I was responsible for his interest in me. I had been flirting with him for months, I must have driven that poor man out of his mind (I would do things like sit in the front row with a short skirt on and no panties). So one day (probably after he got tired of his constant blue balls) he asked me if I wanted to stop teasing him and just let him fuck me. I KNEW that I wanted that, but was also scared to death. Naturally, my hormones won this battle, so after school we got into his car and drove for a little ways into the country, until we got to a small bar.
Little to my knowledge, there were a couple of rooms in the back that served as a sort of porno viewing area, you know, the small booths barely big enough for 1, but there we were. After watching porno for a few minutes, he explained to me that before he would fuck me, he wanted to teach me how to suck a cock. To my amazement, but obviously well planned by him, he then grabbed this huge black cock sticking through a hole in the back wall. He told me to get down on my knees and pay attention, and to my utter disbelief, he began to play with, stroke, and suck this large, black cock. This was not a quickie, it took him about 20-30 minutes for his buddy to cum. He then looked at me, and said have at it, and boy did I ever have at it. I was paying the kind of strict attention to what he was doing that I probably should have been doing in school. Believe it or not, I can actually remember thinking that I must do a good job so as not to disappoint my teacher.
Well, I grabbed that big black cock and gave it my all. I can honestly say that I loved it, especially when my teacher got behind me, lifted up my little miniskirt, and fucked my pussy but good. Oh, and for good measure, he made me ( didn’t really take any convincing), give him a blowjob after all that, and he “fucked my mouth”, I mean I it was HARD and it was FAST, nothing like the slow and gentle manner he had just shown to me, although I never did complain, I was just having the best day of my life!!. His right hand cupped my head-he was driving with his left hand- as I held on for dear life. Lets just say that he was no minute man, but when he finally came, his cum started its journey at my throat, the head of his cock was banging against mt throat. Well all you girls out there who have experienced this know that you have to learn how to breathe and not gag all at the same time, plus I was in the middle of the most wonderful orgasm I had ever had. All in all, not a bad first sex date, right?
So there you have it, my first fuck, my first blowjob, my first time swallowing cum, my first interracial time, my first threesome, and my first time giving a blowjob while the guy is driving and trying not to kill us both. My 7th grade teacher had literally started a fire that has yet to go out, but, and this really freaked me out, although I understand much better today, I never saw him again. I sure that he got scared, terrified more likely, knowing how taboo an act he had committed. They were still lynching blacks where I was living, once or twice a year we could see the KKK setting fire to their huge crosses. Too bad, because after all those months of me throwing my little pussy at him with no luck, whileI was on my way to school the next morning I had already decided that I wouId let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, whenever and as often as he would like. I was willing to have gladly been his “little white bitch” for a long, long time. I’ve never seen him to this day, nor do I have any idea whose cock I sucked that night.

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Spring Break: Part 3

This is how I spent my SPRING BREAK a couple years back while I was still having sex with my boss and his wife. How this story includes my dorm mate and all the fun we had as-well. Enjoy!

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They call me Dr. Love…(5)

Fair warning. My story is no longer TOTALLY true. These events DID happen, but I do not remember them act for act, which is why I filled in some blanks.
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Let’s fast forward. From January to Mid-June, Kay and I kept our sexual escapades going, along with Heather and a few drunk girls here and there. Kay and I never struck up a relationship, giving me a justifiable reason to keep fucking Heather. It worked out great for me, as they never hit their menstural cycles at the same time. Whenever one entrance closed down, the other was primed to go.
Heather wanted to me to be hers alone, and as far as she knew, I was. I convinced Kay that I was going camping one weekend and took Heather to prom instead. The night was full of great sex before and after prom.
Heather remained steadfast in her decision that I didn’t need to wear a condom, and Kay kept me wrapped. I was having the best of both worlds.
Heather explained to me one night that she wasn’t a whore. She had only been with 3 or 4 including me. She just loved sex, so when she was with someone, a lot of sex was included. I could attest to that.
My idea the night I fell asleep with Kay was to see how she felt about trying a little anal. She had enjoyed my thumb and I thought I could take it a step further. Kay was totally against it. Heather wasn’t. Heather introduced me to anal in February and I loved it. It’s not that her pussy was so loose, it was that her ass was so tight.
In mid-June Heather and I got into a fight over my country-boy habit of chewing. I knew it was a bad habit, but I just liked doing it. Heather told me to talk to her when I quit.
A lot of nights, I’d go out with my friends until 1 or 2 a.m. and go straight to Kays. She’d be laying in her bed asleep and I crawl in bed and fuck her. Kay always told me it was her favorite way to wake up, even if it was so early.
A few nights later I had just finished fucking Kay when she turned to me to tell me that she’d be leaving for a week to visit her mother on the west coast. I was so irritated. I didn’t have a stable relationship with anyone other than Heather, and she was pissed at me. How was I going to last a week without getting any? There was nothing to do in the summer.
I tried to make the best of it and told Kay I’d call her and get some phone-sex relief. Kay told me that she’d lost her cell phone and couldn’t find it, making her unavailable. I was so annoyed.
After a few months of Kay and I fucking hardcore, Brianna became suspicious seeing me there all the time. Kay denied our relationship at first and told Brianna we were just friends. Eventually, Kay gave in and told her sister the details of our friendship. Brianna said she knew because Kay was such a moaner.
But I digress.
A few days after the news of Kays departure, I went to Briannas 16th birthday party. I was now 18 and Kay had turned 17 the previous month. Kay was set to leave immediately following the party. A present from her alcoholic father, Brianna got her lip pierced. Man. At 16, she really resembled Kay.
My parents were using the day to fish, so Kay and I took the opportunity to go up to my room to say our goodbyes. Just my luck, Kay had started her period and I was only able to get a blowjob. She cleaned up, kissed me hard, and said goodbye. Damn. I was gonna miss her more than ever.
Immediately after she left my stomach got into knots. It was Sunday. Kay was due back Saturday night.
My week drug on and on. I turned to Cody to help me find an easy girl by Tuesday and he came through for me. Her name was Mindy. Mindy was twice the slut Heather was. Thank God for blowjobs because I couldn’t get off in her pussy.
I decided I didn’t want anymore easy girls so I thought I’d just tough it out. My own thoughts would carry me through the week. I’d come home, plop down on my bed, and think of prom night. Heathers dress hiked up over her hips, me drilling her in the ass. That one was a keeper.
My only problem was that my sexual frustration wasn’t satisfied by my hand. My arm grew tired long before I could fully satisfy myself. I was desparate.
Finally, Friday night rolled around. That meant it was my time to go out with the boys. Only 24 hours until Kay came back, ready to go. I was sitting at Codys around midnight talking sweet to a sexy little sophomore named Carlee. Just when I thought I was about to get the chance, my phone took off. I opened it up and to my surprise there was a text from Kay.
“Found my phone! Mom and I weren’t getting along so well. Took an early flight. I’m home ” it read.
That’s all it took. I let Carlee eat my dust and headed outside. I heard Cody yell to me.
“Where you goin’?” he asked.
“Kays home.” I said. “Gotta go take care of business.”
“Well, hold on.” he said.
Cody started telling me about something to do with his girlfriend, Ashley. They were having some problems and needed to talk to someone about it.
Once he was finished, I looked at my phone. 12:45.
“Fuck.” I thought.
I rushed home and parked in my driveway. I practically ran to Kays door. I looked over to see her fathers vehicle was gone. Of course, he was at the bar.
I walked inside and realized no one was on the bottom floor. I walked upstairs and looked down the hall. Briannas door was shut with the glow of the TV radiating underneath it.
It didn’t bother me if she was still up. She knew what was going on.
I rushed to Kays room and opened the door. Nothing was on. No lights, no TV, nothing. All I could see was her body under her blankets. Barely visible by the slight shining of the moon.
How could this happen? Kay finally comes back and I can’t get to her fast enough. Oh well. Looks like I’ll have to wake her up by her favorite method.
I stripped of my clothes in a lightning speed. I yanked my cock a few times to make sure it was ready. Believe me, he was.
Kay was laying on her side facing her window, away from her door. I pulled up the covers and got in bed with her. I snuggled close. My cock felt some kind of fabric. I ran my hand down to inspect. She was wearing a pair of short shorts. Also in my way, that pesky bra.
I leaned my head over hers and planted sweet kisses on her neck. I started just below her ear and made my way down to her shoulder. I paid extra attention to the portion just below her jaw. That always got her got. I ran my right arm down her stomach and shoved it into her shorts. Just like I loved it, no panties. I ran my finger over her slit a few times. She felt freshly shaven.
“Mmm.” I heard her groan.
I moved my head up and kissed her cheek. I used my right hand to move her shorts down. She assisted me by lifting up little by little. I used my foot to hook them and slide them off. I brought my hand back up and removed her bra.
I began finger fucking Kay, getting her juices going. My other hand cupped her breasts as I continued kissing down her body.
Now, I mentioned that Kay always made me wear a condom, but hey, when I didn’t, I was careful and always pulled out.
I removed my fingers from the familiar territory and lifted her right leg just a tad. I moved my hips in and began to impale my love slave. A small wimper escaped her lips.
Taking our time away must have changed us both. Kays vagina must have been a little more sensitive, and after being with Mindy, it was nice to feel a tight pussy again.
I locked Kays leg in my elbow and started driving it home. I pumped and pumped and pumped. I’d missed her a lot.
Her breasts swayed up and down with each thrust. The sound of my balls slapping her ass was like sweet music to my ears.
God a’ mighty Kay was nice and tight. Each slam was like losing my virginity all over again.
Kay must’ve really missed me as she soon hit her orgasm. The rush of hot juice around my cock made me happy to be alive. I exited Kay and rolled her onto her stomach. She opened her legs and I re-entered. My chest flat against her back, I gave her ass, which I had been prohibited to enter, several firm smacks.
I turned Kay over and she grabbed a pillow. She put it over her face. I knew she was about to scream. She spread her legs wide. I grabbed them and tossed them over my shoulders. I got myself supported by my arms and started my long, slow pumping. I reached down and sucked left nipple.
Each pump brought me closer and closer until I knew it was about over. Kay was shaking and I was swelling with pride in bringing her into another orgasm.
Kays shaking worsened and I heard her muffled cries into the pillow. With my cock being covered once again in hot juices, I was done. I brought my cock out and gave myself a few quick tugs, emptying myself onto Kays stomach.
I brought my hand up to wipe the sweat from my face and noticed there was blood on it, which had been on my cock.
My God. How long do these cycles last? I didn’t care.
I laid down on Kay and kissed her cum-soaked stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally, taking the pillow from her face, her lips.
But what was that? I kissed her again. It was still there.
I rolled over and flipped Kays bed light on. I looked at her lips. A lip ring.
I looked at Kays face. It wasn’t Kay. Looking back at me was the scared face of Brianna. I had just taken her virginity.
Brianna looked at me, lips trembling.
“Bret…I’m so sorry.” she said.
I realized it now. There sisterly bond led to Kay telling Brianna of our wake up call. I had a strong suspicion of how Kays phone came up missing.
“Please don’t hate me, Bret. I’m so, so sorry.” she exclaimed.
I looked down at Brianna and saw how scared she was. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. How DID this happen? I’d been tricked.
“Bret…just…please don’t tell Kay. Please. I’m so sorry.” she said. She looked as though she was about to cry.
“Uh…” I was at a loss for words. I thought about what had just happened.
“Well…” I continued. Brianna began to sob. Brianna had obviously wanted this bad. I looked down and gave Brianna a smile.
I rolled over and turned the bedside light off.
“It’s ok.” I said. I leaned down and kissed Brianna nice and slow. Our tongues met as if by magnetic attraction. I kissed her again.
“Come on.” I said. “We need to get cleaned up.”
I helped Brianna up and she took me by the hand, leading me to Kays bathroom…

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Jackie and I

I will come to the main point I am a slut. I am a 32-year-old female nasty cock sucking cum slut mom of two and not by the true definition a regular fucking whore

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Dog & Wife

This is the real life of a woman I met online. I she was very open because of the type of website I was on and I asked her if I could write a story about her on this site.