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Author:tandrluv2swing Category: Friends With Benefits

Our first time swinging actually started out with a night out with a couple that were friends of ours. We were hanging out at our house and having a bonfire. All four of us had been drinking since early on in the evening. Travis was at one end of the front porch grilling and me and the couple, Tim and Lea, were on the other end of the porch listening to some music and telling stories and just a general fun time.

After eating, Travis pulled out the vodka and we started having shots. One thing Lea can’t handle is vodka shots. She was passed out within an hour. Meanwhile, me, Travis and Tim stayed outside on the porch listening to music and hanging out. I must have had way too much to drink myself, because we were sitting under the carport in front of my Expedition, and Travis asked me if I would do something for him. I said sure, and was utterly shocked when he said, “I want you to suck Tim’s dick for me.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Tim! After a time making sure he was serious and not joking, I just said, “Sure, why not?”

Tim stood up, dropped his pants and stood in front of me. I looked at Travis, who was nodding his head, so I reached up and took hold of his cock with one hand and started slowly licking it up and down with my tongue. I kept looking from Travis to Tim’s face to see that everyone was ok with what was going on. I finally realized Travis was getting turned on by this, so I started really getting into it, licking from top to bottom and wrapping my lips around his cock watching it grow to its full 8 inches.

I took it into my mouth all the way to his balls and knew I had him from there. He had his head leaned back and was moaning and groaning, he took my hair into his hand and started pumping his cock into to my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt him starting to get close, so I slowed down and looked back to Travis who was smiling at me telling me to keep going and swallow his cum.

Wanting to please my husband, I started back with vengeance, sucking and licking Tim’s cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Tim was hollering, “I’m gonna cum!” and I looked up into his eyes and told him I wanted to swallow his cum. That was enough for Tim to lose his load right there, so as he spasmed into my mouth. I kept my mouth around his cock and sucked every drop he had down my throat. As he was done, I started licking the head of his dick, making sure I got every last drop of his cum.

After he caught his composure, he looked over at Travis and said, “Man, I don’t know what I did to make you be such a great friend, but I sure did appreciate that!” Travis told him that was nothing, he should hang around for what was to come next.

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Author:Ivy League Girl Category: Real Sex

One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “Yes, I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me.

“It is your personality, it is your soul, it is you that makes you in your consciousness that thrills me so.” Then he would smile that devilish smile, “and your tanned toned frog legs do help, especially when they are spread wide just for me.” He loves my legs and high ass. He equated them to those of a feline feminine Olympian high jumper.

“Hey, frog legs, toned, long and strong with a professional tennis butt hung in the air without a care.” I miss the sound of his voice, and how he rode that butt of mine in syncopated time. That is my favorite position with him. On my hands, elbows and knees, seeking only him to please for my pleasure only, how he loved me in a tight sweater.

“Oh well, enough girlish rhapsody.” In the said position with my back arched like a “golden leopard” (that was one of his pet names for me too) waiting in heat for the moment of lively penetration – when he first parted my lips with the hard head of his long penis – it was (is) beyond descriptive pleasure and excitement. My long fingered hands would grab his bed sheets, my teeth did the same in anticipation of elation. Then his head softly and easily eases into my being, my mind on fire my nerve endings full of desire and then his long strong thrust, then thrusts of power how I love his masculine tower full of life and so alive.
It is truly when “and two flesh shall become one.”

Such power, such force that he would move me all the way across his western king bed. “slap! slap! slap!” came the sound of his pelvis as it struck my hard tennis ass. “Smack!… smack!… smack!” as my face buried in his sheets moved across his bed. “Slap– slap– slap!” I will never be the same. Last week in bed with my back to my husband in the darkness sweet as he slept I masturbated to the memory of “slap, slap, slap” among the other things he did to me and they were many, such lovers he and I. He a man of ending autumn years and I a lady of early summer days, so we would play, love we would make.

And when that old poet came deep inside of me it was with expanded force, with his large strong hands griping my butt like a vise and usually one of his thumbs press deep into my asshole – that is how long his hands are. So I masturbate in fantasy’s wake of our passions, I miss that old man. I miss our coffeehouse and how we sat next to each other as perfect strangers and talked about life and the parody of it. Sometimes with my kids in tow and the coffeehouse as just a stop off before heading to grandma’s house, my kids always looked at him dubiously as we chatted as strangers do. Then kids dropped off and shopping to do and then my afternoon delight of Slap! Smack! Slap!!!!

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Author: AfroerotiK   Category:Lesbian

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man.

Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren’t after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent.

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She’d served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she’d had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart’s content.

Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn’t necessarily to her liking but she wasn’t so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn’t really have a care in the world.

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn’t been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She’d injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn’t been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, “Take care, don’t over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning,” shtick.

The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn’t been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author:NewWriter Category: Crushes

“Finally!” Amber blurted out as her pitcher of beer was being sat down on the table. The waiter stuttered out how sorry he was it took so long but they had to change out the keg.

“It’s fine” Amber sighed, as a few of the girls she was with started to giggle. Amber was already feeling the pitcher before this one, and the one before that.

“Don’t you think you have had enough?” a deep gritty voice said behind her. Amber would know that voice anywhere, turning around with a huge drunken grin. Mike was standing above her ready to catch her when she threw herself into his arms.

“You got my text!” Amber slurred out, as Mike nodded to the other girls at the table.

“Someone had to come get you, wild woman” smiling that bright sexy smile. Amber began to feel something more than just drunk.

Mike sat down next to Amber and put his hand on her thigh moving it up and down slowly already knowing where this night was going to end up. It had been weeks since Amber had called him and he was just starting to get to the point where he would have accepted he was just a booty call to her. He wanted more, so much more than just a night of fun. As Mike ordered a coke he waited for Amber to finish her third pitcher of the night as the girls kept topping off their beers to keep Amber from getting too much more intoxicated, Mike sat back and enjoyed Amber’s company, nodding at all the right spots, and laughing when she would spill something. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: drppinmaplsyrp   Category:Lesbian

It all started when I was vacationing in New York for my spring break from university. I was really excited to see the big city and sleep in a nice luxurious bed after sleeping in dorms for the last seven months. The Hotel was called the X and I had a two room suite with a large bathroom that had a shower that doubled as a Jacuzzi and had a fluffy queen sized bed. I was hoping to not have to sleep in that bed alone if you know what I mean. I figured I would check in and do myself up, short blond hair spiked in a long faux hawk, topped with my usual flat brimmed hat, a brightly colored polo and a pair of loosely tight skinnies, and head out to the local gay scene and see if I could find a one night stand. I mean what else are our college years for right?

As it happened, I never made it to the room before meeting someone. I had just checked in and was going to check out the room before lugging my bag all the way to the room. I was on the 10th floor which happened to be the top floor. As I was walking to the elevator I noticed a girl, about my age dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a black “artfully ripped” tee-shirt. I was immediately attracted to this girl and walked a little faster to ensure I would be on the same elevator as this beautiful young woman. I knew she was beautiful even without seeing her face yet, it was obvious from the smooth sensual way she walked, they way her hips swayed and her skin moved with the motion of her walk. I wanted her and I was going to get her.

She arrived at the elevator ahead of me and I quickly stepped into the elevator with her with an uncontrollable smile that it was empty except for her. I leaned closer to her to press the button for my floor and could smell her skin and hair. She smelled better than anything I had ever encountered. I was also right about her being beautiful. She had almond shaped eyes that were the perfect mixture of brown, gold and green, and naturally pouted lips that just begged to be bitten. I had to control myself; I would never get anywhere jumping this girl I didn’t even know.

“Hey, I’m Erica,” I said slightly smiling looking into her eyes (It was hard NOT to look into her beautiful eyes). Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: Yuiqalla Category: Teachers

I thought my new Ancient History professor was adorable. He was an older man, with silver hair and a gray goatee, glasses, and a tall, thin build. He had such a sweet voice and nice look in his eyes, that I developed a crush on him almost immediately. And I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I caught him watching my large bottom bounce and jiggle when I would leave the classroom. I was pretty sure but couldn’t be certain.

I was a junior at an Ivy League school when I enrolled in his class. I am somewhat proud of my thick red hair, slender shoulders, and small waist, but I melt if I see a man enjoying the sight of my exceptionally wide hips and large backside. I like to wear clothes that show off my rear end and its enormous curves, and I have to admit that my big butt needs a lot of attention to make me happy.

So I was interested when I saw the professor had posted an ad asking for a Teacher’s Assistant. I signed up and went to meet him in his office for an interview. I wore a thin, delicate blouse, and a clinging, light pink skirt, to show off my best features as I entered his office and prepared to talk with him one on one for the first time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: IWFJ   Category: Female Masturbation

I am a very lucky girl. The kid is at camp, and the spouse went to visit his Mommy this weekend. I took this opportunity to cross a few things off my “To Do” list (sadly, you are still on it), and booked an appointment for a facial at my favorite spa.

My regular aesthetician worked her magic, and I was extremely relaxed after only a few minutes. She took her customary leave to let the various potions do their thing on my skin, and I was left in the room, alone with my imagination and the creepy new age music.

I sensed someone at the foot of the table, and I opened my eyes to see you sitting on the stool with a big grin on your face. I wanted to question your presence, but it was so welcome that I dared not for fear you would disappear. You removed the covers and pulled me to the edge of the table. Hoisting my legs to your shoulders, you were just about to demonstrate your mean pussy eating skills when my facial lady reappeared, and it became obvious you had been a dream. Shit!

I spent the rest of the day thinking about you, wondering what your tongue would have felt like between my legs.

Later that evening, I ventured to my favorite porn site and did some reading. I also worked on a few pieces of my own that are in progress. Both reading and writing get me hot, so I decided an interlude under the bathtub faucet was in order. You once told me you’d really like to see that.

I stripped off my pajamas, the striped shorts with the navy blue whales, and the solid blue top. [It takes some guts to wear whales but, then again, I am a size six.] I turned the faucet on, scooted my ass under the stream, and positioned my feet on the wall.

One nice thing about this method is the variability of the water. That is, it doesn’t just come out of the faucet in a steady stream. It jumps around a little, which results in it teasing my clit, just like a man might. This prolongs the buildup, improving the quality of the resulting orgasm.

I was planning to do the stop and start trick, optimally letting go on the 10th, but I was too turned on to get past three. When I blew, it was unbelievable, and so awesome to be able to scream the way I really wanted to. I imagined your reaction had you been here, and sighed heavily contemplating your absence.

I started wondering what we would be doing if you were here. For sure, you would be pretty turned on watching my show. I imagined you perched on the edge of the tub, reaching down to caress one of my tits, maybe kissing me once or twice. By the time I let go, your cock would already be in your hand. You’d help me out of the tub, dry me off, take my hand and lead me down the hall to the bedroom. We’d get into bed and I’d lie naked on top of you, pressing our bodies together while we kissed.

I would decide before too long that it was time to pleasure you, and I would kiss a trail all over your body. This trail would go everywhere except where you wanted it most, and when you objected I’d tell you you’d thank me later. In fact, I might even produce restraints from my nightstand to make sure you never forgot the experience.

Once you were tied up, you’d make quite the picture. Your amazing body would be on display for me to admire, and your cock would stand straight up, demanding my attention. Ignoring it, I might lick your nipples, kiss your face, position my wet snatch over your mouth, or distract you in any number of other ways from what you wanted most.

Finally I’d take your growing dick in my hand and begin licking it ever so lightly, causing you to moan in frustration. I’d ignore your protests and keep to my own maddeningly slow pace. I would not be rushed.

I might interrupt myself to lick your balls, causing you to moan involuntarily. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d give in. I’d use my right hand to slide your throbbing cock into my mouth, little by little, gently squeezing your balls in my left. While you were inside, I would draw all over you with my tongue. I’d take my mouth off and lick your underside, and you’d go wild. “Please, baby – please make me come,” you’d beg. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: racergirl014 Category: First Time Anal

It was early, the sun barely peeking through the trees and dancing on the sides of the tent. We grabbed some donuts and juice and headed down the hill from the campsite to the small bay where Matt had the boat moored, the morning was quiet. There was a light fog hanging above the water obscuring the camp by the time we got down to the boat. It was a silent still morning, perfect for fishing.
Matt climbed aboard, grabbing my bag from my hands and placing it next to his feet.

“What do you have in that thing?” He said as he untied the boat then helped me in.

“Just some stuff for later,” I said as I worked my way over to the seat next to his. He stepped back to the driver seat and started the engine, letting it idle for a minute or two before dropping the gearshift to reverse and backed away from the shore. He then dropped it into drive and applied some power, adding more as he cleared the inlet and hit the main lake. It was pretty foggy, so he kept the speed down, not wanting to hit another boat on the way.

“It’s pretty nice out here,” I said as I pulled my shirt up and over my head, revealing my new cameo sheer lace panties and a matching lace bra that allowed my nipples to poke prominently over the top edge. I spread my legs slightly giving him a view of my pussy lips that were encased in the shimmery material.

“Wow, I so like that!” he said as he eased back on the throttle and cut the engine off, letting the boat come to a stop.

“Good!” I said with a grin.

“This is going to be hard to fish in,” he said as he stood up.

“So let’s wait the fog out for a while. I’m sure we can find some way to spend the time.” I said.

“Can you think of something to do?” I asked as I reached behind and unsnapped the fastener of my bra, and let it fall down my arms. “Or should I suggest something?” as I walked up behind him. Read the rest of this entry »

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Author: JazzElla Category: Lesbian

… continued

When their mouths pulled apart Jen looked at Renee, pushing aside a strand of hair from her face. Jen trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck, nibbling behind Renee’s ears, loving the moans escaping from her lips. Jen’s hands moved to roam Renee’s body, squeezing and lightly tickling her ribs. Jen wanted to see more though and swiftly removed the shirt Renee was still wearing. Renee’s breasts were delicate and Jen’s mouth quickly found the peaks, sucking and using her tongue to make them harder and elicit moans from Renee.

Another moan escaped from her mouth when Jen moved her hand down over the front of her shorts. Renee put her hand over Jen’s and grinded against it between her legs. The pressure from Jen’s hand and the friction of the fabric rubbing against her made her body feel like it was on the edge. She wanted to thrust harder until she exploded, but Jen slid her hand out from under hers.

“No,” Renee protested. “Don’t stop.” Her breathing was hard and fast and she felt overwhelmed with need. Jen smiled at her and then moved to slide Renee’s shorts from her hips, finally marveling in the hairless body before her. Renee gasped when she felt Jen’s hot breath moving down her stomach, stopping to kiss and nibble around her new belly ring. “Please” Renee begged. Jen finally obliged, moving between her legs finally touching her clit with her tongue.
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Author: JazzElla Category: Lesbian

… continued

Jen felt like she was dreaming as she slid her hands over the curves of Renee’s hips and up her sides. No matter what Renee said, her body was one that Jen envied and only wished for. Lifting one of her hands up Jen moved Renee’s hair and kissed her neck. With her other hand she lifted her shirt slightly to feel the soft skin under it. Next to her ear she heard a soft moan and continued exploring Renee’s skin from her hips to her stomach then higher under her breasts.

Renee gasped as Jen caressed her breasts lightly. Her body felt like it was on fire from Jen’s touch. Renee turned, wanting to see more of Jen, wanting to give her the same pleasure she was giving her. Renee pulled Jen’s head to hers, kissing her hard on the lips. With their mouths still locked together and Renee’s hands quickly unbuttoning Jen’s shirt they moved around, finally ending up on the couch.

Moving her mouth to Jen’s neck Renee felt like her head was spinning. She wanted to taste every part of the woman under her. When she unbuttoned the last button on Jen’s shirt she opened it and caressed her stomach. The soft touch made Jen tremble slightly from embarrassment. Jen looked nothing like Renee did and could only imagine what she thought. But, when Renee squeezed one of her sensitive breasts all inhibition left her, Jen gasped and arched her back to feel Renee’s body harder against hers.

Feeling Renee’s mouth kiss a trail down to her chest. Jen grabbed the nearest pillow, gripping it tightly, her body beginning to respond to every little thing Renee did. Renee moved her hand over to her other breast and began sucking on the one she just let go of. Under her Jen moaned, “God, Renee that feels so good.” Renee moved her mouth over to the other breast and lowered her hand to the inside of Jen’s thighs. Read the rest of this entry »

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