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"He used a strap-on, and I doubt we'll see him again. His wife was serving as a slave due to his impotence, but he realized he might be able to pleasure her himself if he's willing to consider alternative ways of having sex." "Is Lisa's father going to be an issue for you?" "I don't think so. I hope not." "How the hell did he get involved anyway?" Brianna asked. "A wild Memorial Day party. The slaves served anyone who was there except their children." "Well, assuming Lisa's Dad won't be an issue, that leaves the poker buddies. Marcia and I have discovered once you start having sex with other people, it may be harder to shut them off, especially if you're close."

"We have lunch or dinner and hang out. This last time, she brought a showgirl friend of hers along. We had drinks. Dinner. Played some craps." Kat moved closer to me. "This is boring," she said. "Okay, juicy bits only," I said. "After dinner we ended up in my suite. They danced for me--not the showgirl kind--and I had a spanking contest. Whoever took my spanking the best, got fucked." "That's devilish," she said. "So who won?" "Well, her friend won the spanking contest, but they both got fucked!" I cracked up. We kissed, and she said, "I don't know why, but I love hearing about your adventures. It makes me so turned on. Who got your cum?"

The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them. Would that it would happen for real, thought Elliot desperately as he considered ordering another drink. It didn’t look as if she was coming in tonight. Two small beers later, he felt the urge to visit the men’s room and as‘he trudged wearily in its direction, he decided that once he’d dealt with his natural function, he’d cut his losses and leave. When

The kind of bird that gets its wings trimmed should it try to fly too far. The town does know how to have its dinner parties. More than they do in London. A bunch of hippies, apparently. Damon never liked the parties. Especially not three glasses of wine in when the ladies start to get a little loud. Though, he didn’t seem to mind when I was making out on top of the table with one of the women from Todmorden Unitarian Church. I don’t think she ever told me her name. If she did, I certainly don’t remember. A lady like that isn’t worth the trouble of it.

Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side. But the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded. “Not done yet, baby girl,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss me deeply. Her tongue claimed my mouth as her hand slid down to cup my mound, two fingers slipping easily into my drenched cunt. I moaned into the kiss, hips twitching. Jake watched us with dark eyes, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. “You two are insatiable.” Sarah smiled against my lips. “Watch this.” She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top in a perfect sixty-nine, her thick ass and dripping pussy hovering right above my face. “Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She commanded. "Can at least I put my clothes on first", I pleaded. "Not yet Rose. You are going to level with me first". She explained. With no choice left and sitting there naked, I told her the entire story: How I had visited the local schwimmbad and eventually made a habit of going to the nude side. She had never been to one and interrupted several times with questions. I told her how I had befriended an old German gentleman named Gebhard and how we had become friends. Eventually Gebhard invited me to his home for dinner. I explained that on one such visit I had reluctantly allowed him to have sex with me. Sara was shocked that I would let a sixty something year-old man do that and asked

Marisa is going through one guy after another, and I'm happy to say I've been able to participate in more than one completely debaucherous sexual foray with her, her friends - male and female, and Jenny and Jack. Jenny and I only get together as a group now, and our lovemaking can run the gamut from sensual and tender to mindless raw uncontrolled sex. I will at some time have to write down at least a few of these encounters. I know I'll hate myself if I don't record for posterity the Superbowl party that lasted two days, and included my first triple penetration of Jenny, and another anal assault on Marisa, in front of at least five witnesses.

It wouldn’t be on a spring break vacation, but it would be soon. A few days later, Darin was out studying, but Benji, Megan and I were headed out for dinner. I overheard them talking, with Megan providing intimate details of her birthday party. They loved sharing all their penis-related stories, so "all-things-penis" had become a frequent topic in their conversations. I was in the process of loading the dishwasher and getting everybody a beer, when I heard him, "It fills your mouth like nothing else ever has...I still don't know how you get it in your throat...I mean you're such a tiny girl...you're so petite!"

I thumb her while she grinds, and she cums two more times before I flip her and finish inside her this time, no condom, deep, both of us too far gone to care. We fuck all weekend. Shower sex on Saturday morning, I her pressed against the tiles, my hands full of soap, her boobs wet. We had rough sex on the Kitchen counter Saturday night, she bends over while making sandwiches, and I bang her from behind, laughing when mustard ends up on both of us. And on the Couch Sunday afternoon, slow and sweet, she sat on my cock kissing me tenderly while I play with her hair, slowly grinding, whining her waist, twerking dick.