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Tapas

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Jack and I knew each other for years, since we both traveled from different cities to our home office in Philly for company meetings. The folks travelling to the meetings always go out to dinner in small groups afterward and that is basically where we really get to know each other. About two years ago, who knows why -- maybe it was fate -- only Jack and I were able to go out that night.



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Breakfast Club 4

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Lydia and I had been meeting secretly as lovers now for several months while we continued our new found Sunday breakfast wife swapping meets with our husbands, Frank and Carl. For me it was like I had found a new corner of heaven. Carl and I were still very much in love and showed it our bed. But fucking Frank every couple of weeks was unbelievably exciting and Lydia, Lydia was a new and wonderful passion for me. I was in love with her and the many hours of love making we shared were both sweet and powerful. This Sunday, we had decided we could keep our secret no longer.

The men cooked as usual and were getting very fancy. Belgian waffles with strawberries were designed to be symbols of love making to come. Champai

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gne sparkled in crystal. As we got up from the table, Lydia and I led our opposite's husbands to the living room couch and shoved them gently to sit down. This wasn't the usual foreplay and they were already getting a twinkle in their eyes for reasons they could only guess. Then the two of us faced each other.

Lydia was braless in a white silky blouse that hid no secrets. Her red skirt barely hid her panties. She was lovely. I had on my favorite blue suit -- very modest you might say -- and also a white blouse and no bra. 

We looked at each other with love in our eyes. Then Lydia helped me off with my jacket as I unbuttoned her blouse, Soon we were both topless and Lydia's lovely breasts had me so excited. I went around behind her and turned her to face the men. Then I started kissing her neck as one hand caressed her breasts and the other unzipped her skirt. As her skirt fell to the floor, my hand slid over her panties and briefly flicked over her furry triangle. Kissing my way down her back side I lowered her panties to the floor as she stepped out of her shoes totally naked. As she turned around I could already smell the sweet aroma of her sex, but she beckoned me to stand. 

Soon Lydia was behind me and I stood facing the men. Both guys looked nervously at each other but were also quite aroused. Carl had his hand in his pants. Lydia took both of my breasts in her fingers as I leanded back so she could kiss me. Then I felt her cool hands unzipping and lowering my skirt. I gasped as she slid her tongue down my side and her hands both moved into the waistband of my panties. As my panties fell to the floor, one hand came between my legs from behind. "Oh Margo," she muttered as she felt the wetness of my pussy. I played with my breasts as her fingers entered me. Oh god. I was already having an orgasm standing there in front of Carl and Frank. Then Lydias head pressed my legs further apart and soon she was licking me, drinking me, probing me with her tongue. I could barely stand as orgasms shook my body.

I turned and collapsed on her, my mouth immediately engulfing her whole pussy. She screamed as my tongue licked her vulva and penetrated her vagina. She was licking me and we both continued to come over and over.

I objected when she stopped but realized a cock was there. Whose was it? A groan as it plunged deep inside me told me it was Frank. Soon Carl was in front of me stroking his hard cock. I helped him to a few moments of oral sex and watched as he plunged his cock into Lydia's open sex only six inches from my face. Frank's thrusts were slamming to the top of my vagina and I was moaning and shaking out of control. I was licking Lydia's pussy as Carl fucked her and god, i was totally consumed, totally happy. The men had not turned on us or rejected us. Everything was wonderful as Frank's juices suddenly filled me and Carl's cum was oozing out of Lydia.

When we were done like that, each married couple went to a different part of the room and tenderly made love over and over. I said to Carl, "Let's start a baby, honey." And so we did the next month.



Breakfast Club 3

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Carl and I couldn't speak about it until Wednesday. Last Sunday was the fourth or fifth time we had met with Frank and Lydia to have sex in the same room with them. We had found that terribly exciting and made it a regular thing. It even seemed to make sex in our own private moments richer. But that last morning, a little joke had gone way too far and we found ourselves making love to our opposites' spouses. Oh how I found myself wanting it in that sudden moment of passion, but even that night I was devastated by my own behavior.

I wondered if my marriage was going to end. Carl and I loved each other more than anything in the world and now it could all be over. We were somehow struck dumb afterwards and that only a

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dded to our suffering. When I passed Lydia in the hall of our apartment building we both couldn't look each other in the eye. I finally got the courage to talk at dinner on Wednesday night.

"I'm so sorry," I said as sobs broke out. "Me, too. You are the most important thing in the world to me." "I didn't mean for that to happen." "It's OK. It's OK. I didn't either." We stood and hugged each other. Tears were running down Carl's face, too. "I love you, Carl. I love you. I love you." He kissed me like he did when I was a girl. "It's fun doing things with them, but it's you I want." "I think so, too."

Carl touched me lightly on my breast. I needed his love like never before. He unbuttoned the top button on my blouse. Then a thought came to me. "Just a minute. Wait here" and I hurried into the bedroom. I started pushing clothes around on the closet rod. Yes. It was there.

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I was 19. Carl was a handsome ROTC cadet I had been seeing for six months. I admired his courage despite all the horrible things that were happening in the war back then. I had let him go further than any man before, but he respected my wishes as I had clung to my virginity. Still, he knew how to give me an orgasm with his fingers and his mouth. I had overcome my shyness and learned to satisfy himm with my hand and to take him in my mouth.

That night we had gone to see a play. "Virginia Wolfe." I had already made up my mind. When we got back to his off campus apartment, we sat on the sofa like we frequently started out. We kissed and he touched my breasts ever so lightly. Then I said, "Just a minute," and darted into his bathroom. He heard me pee and run the water in the sink. But I came out wearing a new black nighty I had hidden in my purse. 

I appeared to him across the room, but he quickly came to me. I had a lump in my throat but managed to whisper simply, "Tonight." He wrapped both arms around me and we kissed for what must have been five minutes. "Wait. I bought some rubbers in case this ever came." "No. My period is almost here. I want you the way you really are."

Carl gently pulled the strings of my nightie off my shoulders and let it fall below my breasts. He looked at them like he had never seen them before. I was a 32 B back then and they were nicely shaped. I enjoyed looking at them in the mirror myself. He kissed me again and all over my face and down to my neck. It's the neck that makes my breathing get heavy and makes me wet. He touched my breasts with his finger, kissed them and gently cirled my nipples with his tongue. Then hid slid the nightie over my head and stood back. I stood there naked, with my hands at my sides, my long black hair streaming over my breasts. Carl stood back and just looked at me. Despite all we had done, I had never stood before him like that. "You are so beautiful."

My juices were running down my leg as Carl undressed in front of me. I led him by the hand into the bedroom and we pulled down the covers and got in. Carl kissed me again as we embraced. He kissed my breasts again and my tummy and my thighs and licked my pussy lips as my legs opened wide for him. "Now," I said. 

I felt his cock touch my opening for the first time. Oh, how I needed him then. He was so gentle. He slowly pushed in. Then resistance. Then a sharp sting and he was buried inside me. I winced and a tear ran down my cheek. "Are you OK?" "I'm wonderful." What a feeling that was, his hard penis all the way up into my tummy. He began a slow rhythm and I was rocking my hips to meet him. Then passion exploded and our rhythm became frantic. Our mouths were locked together. His hands held my breasts and we were both emitting gutteral groans. We were fucking. Yes, fucking, and it was not a dirty thing at all. I was having a wonderful orgasm when I felt him 
come inside me. I was so happy. He continued to stroke me even after he was spent. And when he pulled out his cock, it had long since relaxed. 

For some silly reason, I was crying, and Carl kissed the tears off my face. "I love you," he said. "I love you so much," I said. He kissed me deeply and then, with the lightest kisses, touched my eyes, my nipples, my sloppy, bleeding pussy. And before long, his hard cock was inside me again. He moved slower then and it must have been 20 minutes before he came again. I broke curfew and stayed with him the whole night. I never knew love making was so wonderful, and after a shower, we made love off and on all night long.

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I stood before him in that same black nightie. Carl came to me, held me in his arms, and I had all I could do to make my voice whisper, "Tonight."

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I saw Lydia in the hall the next day. I said, "Won't you come in?" 

As soon as the door closed, we stared at each other for a moment, and both broke into sobs. Then we embraced. "I'm so sorry." "No, no." "Carl and I talked and its ok." "Frank and I talked, too. We're OK. And if it's OK with you -- well -- you know -- Sundays -- we like getting together with you." "Oh, Lydia, Yes. Yes."

We kissed like girls do at moments like this. Then we were dancing slowly to the music on the radio. We kissed again and it was longer and for the first time, I knew something was happening. "I love you, Margo." We kissed again and I realized I was wet. "Oh, Lydia," when I felt her hand on my breast. It was like electricity. Her breast was a new feeling under my fingers, then, too. I knew girls sometimes did this, but I had no idea how exciting it could be. We took each other's blouses off. It was funny how hard it was to take off each others' bras -- we giggled. Then I unzipped her skirt and slid it and her panties off. 

We both stood naked, staring at each other. There was that beautiful woman I had admired so much and watched make love to Frank and then, Carl. She was tall, maybe 5'8" and had nice C cup breasts, dirty blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. When our naked bodies came together our breasts touched, we pulled our hips together. I had never touched another woman's breasts and hers felt different than mine. Firmer, larger nipples. We carressed each other's breasts for a long time. Then, together our hands wandered down. Her fingers were cool and thin as she parted my lips. I remember how her pussy felt so different than mine. Plumper somehow.

We moved into my bedroom and the bed was still unmade. She could feel a place in the sheets where Carl and I had been "You and Carl made love, last night, didn't you?" "Yes, it was the first time, since, you know, Sunday." "We did, too. Make love to me, now, Margo!" and we both plunged our fingers deep into each others' vaginas. Lydia found my G spot -- we didn't even know the term then -- and my spasms of love began. 

Something came over me and I wanted to taste her, like I tasted her on Carl's cock Sunday.I turned around and climbed on top of her, kissing her knees and legs and tummy. Her pussy was right before my eyes and I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I loved that, wanted that. When I felt her tongue on my own lips, I started licking her. What a wonderful, female taste and aroma. Different than mine. My clit exploded with feeling as her tongue moved between my lips. And I could actually see her clit. I licked her there and started fucking her with my fingers. I couldn't help but think about how i had seen Frank's and Carl's cocks go in there and i moved faster and faster as i began to come myself. Then I plunged my face deep into her pussy, my tongue lapping inside her vagina. Did I taste Frank's juices from the night before? She was doing the same to me and we stayed like that forever. Orgasm after orgasm wracked my body. Then we were spent.

We came back around and kissed each other -- all those wonderful tastes and smells -- gently carressing each others' breasts and pussies. "I love you, Lydia."


The Breakfast Club 2

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Every few Sunday mornings, Carl and I got together with another officer couple, Frank and Lydia. The boys improved their breakfast cooking skills to include such delicacies as jelly omelets, cheeze omelets and over easy eggs. We also studied sex manuals with them and tried new and different things after breakfast, too. We were amazed at the different positions in the manual and would both try the same thing. But it was all pretty conventional, other than we were having sex in the same room as another married couple.

I realized I was developing urges for Frank after seeing him with Lydia so often but had put them out of my mind this morning. We always started our escapades by "sneaking" up behind the boys while they were washing the dishes. (Sometimes that led to a good s

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oapy soaking which was all the more fun if we didn't have on a bra.) On this morning, Lydia whispered to me, "Let's switch and see how long it takes them to notice!" I didn't really know where this was going but I assumed we would reveal ourselves and get back to our own guys.

I tiptoed up behind this new man and, so he didn't see my hands, started to stroke his back. Then I rested my head on his broad shoulder blades. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was already pulling Carl's shirt out and had her hands on his chest. I did the same thing and was suprised how wiry Franks chest hair was. I was getting terribly wet and couldn't resist opening Frank's belt and sliding my hand over his cock.

He must have figured out what was happening when I pressed my chest against his back. I don't have nearly the boobs that Lydia does. I heard him mutter, "Oh, my!" and he turned to face me. He gave a shocked glance over to Lydia and then grabbed me.

Carl had gotten wise pretty quickly too and looked at me for an explanation. I muttered something like, "Just a joke," but by then, Frank was kissing my neck and reaching inside my blouse. I watched in dismay as Carl turned to Lydia and his hands disappeared into her skirt. I could tell he had them on her bare fanny under her panties.

I knew then that I would be having Franks wonderful cock and resigned myself to letting Carl have Lydia. Frank was more passionate than I had ever seen him with Lydia -- probably because of the new partner. He took off all my clothes and I his. Then he began a slow exploration of my body with his hands, lips and tongue. He did this right in the kitchen with me standing up -- circling my nipples, kissing my belly button, fingering my pussy while he played with my clit with his thumb and tongue.I could barely stand when his thumb went in my pussy and his finger up my asshole. I was cumming standing right there.

We retired to the sofa and his ministrations continued. Carl and Lydia were fucking on the easy chair. I finally said "Fuck me now, Fuck me now." Carl and Lydia were moaning and grunting and soon Frank and I joined in as he slid his beautiful cock inside me. Thank god for birth control pills because I felt him gushing forth in me for five or six strokes.

When we parted, Carl and Lydia were sitting on the corners of the easy chair looking down at the floor. Tears were in her eyes and mine started to get wet, too.

All four of us went back to our respective partners. Carl stood up and we hugged. Lydia and I were both crying like babies by now. I gathered myself together and gave Carl a big hug and a kiss. I knelt down and started kissing his legs and tummy and finally his wonderful cock. I had started to give him a blow job, when I realized it was not my pussy I was tasting on him, but Lydia's. But it was a wonderful, confusing aroma and it was as much her smell as his rising organ that made me let him cum in my mouth. When that was over, he fucked me proper and it felt very very good.

Carl and Lydia had made up and made love, too. As we went home, I realized that we had crossed into a new life. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia's taste and aroma had aroused in me.

Married Men 3

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"Hi, Emily. It's Matt."

"Oh! Uh, Hi." I hadn't been with Matt for over a year. I used to babysit for the Rikers and Matt had taken my virginity one night when his wife was away. Our affair went on until I moved away to college. I was in my dorm room when the phone rang and it was him.

"You alone?"

"Yes," I said expecting him to want phone sex or another meeting.

"Look, something came up. I thought of you."

"OK."

"I have a client who's coming in from England. Big shot with his firm."

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Well he asked me to set him up with a, you know, a date ... well ... not just any date."

"And?"
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"And I thought of you. You're so smart and so beautiful, I know he would like you. He's tall and judging by the reaction of the girls in the office, very attractive."

I was actually starting to get interested. I wasn't exactly sex starved at school, but it was all so, so ordinary.

"So tell me more about this tall dark stranger."

"Well he isn't all that dark. He's maybe 6'4, fit looking, dark hair, light complexion, blue eyes.  Maybe Dutch; in fact I think he has more of a Scandanavian accent than English. Rich as hell. But he's married, too."

Darn, I thought.

"His name is Sem Dijkstra." He spelled it for me, both names.

I was getting interested all right.

"OK."

"OK, what?"

"OK, I guess I'll go out with him."

"He's coming in Tuesday; flying out Saturday mid day.  I think he wants to go out on Friday night -- well not just go out." Like I was just expecting dinner, I thought.

"OK"

"Look, he was expecting something else, but I hope this doesn't bother you -- he expects to pay. I hope you don't take it the wrong way."

I couldn't talk for a while.

Then I thought about the tips I had received from Matt and Eric. As much as $100. When I was honest with myself, I already considered myself a whore. But for them it was also a relationship I wanted without the tips.

"I told him -- I didn't know what to say -- I told him, uh, if you were willing to spend the night with him -- uh -- you would want -- uh -- " He was struggling. "Uh $1000."

How did he get off -- oh my -- oh my -- I could use some extra money.

I tried to say something but my voice failed me.

Finally I croaked, "That's a lot of money."

"Yes."

"But I would have gone out with him anyway."

"But he expects to pay."

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Sem called me Tuesday night and we arranged for him to pick me up at 6:00 Friday evening.


I dressed to the nines but on the sexy side. A lacy black bra that showed thru my silky blouse, a black skirt that came just above my knees, black thigh highs, a black garter belt, and red see thru panties that all came from Fredericks of Hollywood. And the neckline of my blouse showed plenty of skin where guys like to see skin.

He was actually stunningly handsome in his silk suit. I think it was Italian but I don't know much about this. I looked up at him and couldn't hold back a huge smile. He was maybe 40.

He took me to a quiet little French restaurant near Hartford -- it was the downstairs half of an Italian place.They accepted my fake ID, and we had cocktails and wine along with the most wonderful appetizers and main course. I wish I could tell you what it all was, but it was all in French so I ordered by the descriptions. Even the water was French. I peeked at the bill; dinner came to over $300. This guy really was rich.

We went to his hotel room -- fancy enough to match his suit and the dinner we just had. I was expecting to get right down to business, if you know what I mean, but he had other ideas. There was a bucket with champagne on ice and he asked me if I wanted to dance. He had a CD in his laptop and some small speakers that sounded really good.

"It's hard to find a place for romantic dancing so I just brought my favorite music."

The music was slow and dreamy and we danced arm in arm, sipping champagne that he had poured. He didn't seem to mind that I only know how to shuffle around and can't do any official dances. Pretty soon we were pressed tightly against each other and then kissing. I wanted this man so badly. I could feel him getting aroused and we had been dancing for 15 or 20 minutes.

Finally he reached up between us and gently touched my breast while we were still dancing. I leaned back a bit and looked up into his eyes and said, "Oh yes."

"You're so very, very lovely," he said, as one by one he undid the buttons on my blouse and helped it slip to the floor.

Then he unzipped my skirt and it too fell to the floor.

I stepped back so he could look at me in my lingerie. "So lovely. So lovely."

I started to undo my bra -- it hooked in front -- but he said, "Let me."

He turned me around and from behind, kissed me on the neck and took my breasts in his hands. Then he undid me and threw my bra over a chair. I turned around again and started taking the studs and cufflinks out of his shirt. I had him down to his silk shorts, which could hardly contain him, when he sat me in a big easy chair and knelt between my legs.

My Fredericks panties were already see thru and being soaked, I'm sure they hid nothing. He started licking my thighs just above my stockings, where the panties had been unable to stop the flow of my juices. Then he did oral sex on me through my panties. They're so thin its like they aren't there. He had my whole pussy in his mouth and was flicking his tongue and sucking on my lips. "You taste so good."

I was starting into my first orgasm when he unsnapped my garter belt and pulled my panties off slowly. With his fingers inside me and his tongue on my clitorus, he brought me to a full orgasm. I love men who know how to do this.

I reached into my purse and pulled out the ribbon of condoms I had packed there. I ripped off his shorts and ripped open a condom. His cock was so beautiful and so large I wanted it right then. But I slipped the condom over the tip and slid it down with my mouth. Then I licked his balls and the shaft and took him in my mouth again. But only for a second.

"Oh Sem Sem, fuck me now." And he led me over to the bed, pulled down the covers and laid me across. His big body covering me, he slid his cock easily into my vagina. I wrapped my legs around him and felt him slam over and over again into my cervix. It wasn't very long before we both came -- me for the second time. He had an amazing ability to keep going after he came, and I did'nt come down from my orgasm until he finally went soft. I slipped the condom off and threw it in the plastic bag the hotel put in the trash can.

I helped him clean up by taking his cum soaked cock in my mouth. He tasted so good, but I wished my taste was there too. Anyway, it wasn't long before he was ready again. I noticed the CD had returned to the first piece. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

"No, I want to cum in your pussy again."

We went through the ritual of putting on another condom and he chuckled, "Don't you think you should get undressed?" I was still in mygarter belt and stockings.

He relieved me of those and we crawled under the covers. I made him lie onhis back and started to mount him. But he said, "Come up here," tugging on my fanny. I moved up until my pussy was over his mouth and he brought me to another orgasm  with that wonderful tongue.

When I couldn't wait any longer, I maneuvered myself back down and, holding his cock vertical, slid down on him. This position is wonderful for a girl because you have so much control over the feelings inside you. You decide how fast and vigorously the sex goes. You can slam down hard and feel his cock all the way up in your belly. You can push up toward his tummy and the cock is forced against the roof of your vagina. If you push toward his feet, his shaft is rubbing against the part of your clit that is inside. And with your pubic bone helping put pressure on, no man lasts long this way. I chose not to make Sem cum but I sure did enjoy slamming him up up inside me.

We switched to doggie style, which I love, and without disconnecting rolled over so I was on top facing away. I could tell he was nearing his finish so I swung my leg around and faced him again. I felt him throbbing as he came again in the condom. I must have had three orgasms to his one through all this.

I cleaned him up with my mouth again, but by then the wine, water and champagne had gotten too me. "I need to pee."

He seemed to be thinking. Then, "Can I watch?" It was the only even slightly kinky thing that happened that night, but for what he was paying, I didn't mind.

"Do you want me to stand up?"

"That would be nice." I could tell he had embarrassed himself.

But I went into the tub and stood there with my legs apart and let go. I couldn't read his reaction but after I was done he turned and took a pee himself into the toilet. I had splashed myself so I washed off with a wet washcloth and we returned to the room.

There were robes in the closet and he handed me one and put one on himself. We sat on the sofa and finished off the champagne. He pointed to an envelope on the bureau.

"You were supposed to put that in your purse when you came in."

"Oh. I didn't know. I've never done this before," I admitted, but I did as he said and took the money. It felt like I was crossing into a very cold place, but that lasted only a second.

"Well, you're very good. Can you stay the night?"

"I had planned to."

We talked a bit about his family --  wife and two teenage kids. She's ok in bed but "not like you" -- and about my sex life -- the married men I had been with.

It came out that Matt was one of them. "Oh I figured as much."

I didn't tell them how it had started, with him seducing me when I was a virgin.

Anyway, we crawled into bed and I found he was hard again. I stroked his balls with my fingers and slid down under the covers. He loved it when I licked up and down his shaft and finally took him in my mouth. When he warned me he was cumming, I just kept stroking him until he let go. I love that taste and always will. He had a big grin on his face when I sat up and spit a little out on my fingers and rubbed it on my tits. Then I made it obvious I was swallowing the rest.

I awoke to find he had his morning woodie; I was wet too. I quickly got a condom, threw off the covers, put it on him, reached my leg over him and held him while I slid down over his cock. We both exploded in about five minutes. I was having an incredibly good time with this man. He pushed me over on my back and started eating and fingering my pussy; god he was good; oh oh oh I screamed in delight.

He had to get packed and ready for his flight home. I took a condom into the shower with us. We washed each other off and I turned to hang on to the shower valves. Our last "act" was doggie style in there.

I got dressed and he drove me back to my dorm. We kissed bye and I went in. It was embarrassing walking in in those clothes at 10 AM.

In my room I opened the envelope. There were ten $100 bills. That same chilly feeling washed over me.

I've seen Sem two more times and have gotten calls from other gentlemen who said they were his friends.  You won't find me on any web site or escort service ad. But I have to admit, its nice to have the money and to meet these fine gentlemen.



The Breakfast Club 1

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It was boys against girls in canasta and the prize was the losers had to cook. Carl and I lived in officers housing, then, and were good friends with Lydia and Frank. We went to baseball games with them, played cards, went to church and generally had a good, honorable time with them. Both couples had been married for a little over a year and hadn't taken advantage of the Army's free babies (military hospitals only charged $1.75 per day). On that Saturday night we played canasta and, of course, we girls won. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. At least they could scramble eggs and fry up some bacon.

We were all dressed for church and the fashion then

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was fairly short skirts for the ladies and a coat and tie for the guys. Breakfast went ok and the apartment didn't burn down. We made the guys do the dishes, too, and they looked so cute in their (our) aprons.

I'll admit we girls were merciless teasing them and harrassing the boys from behind while they did the dishes. We were kissing them on the necks, stealing money from their pockets and otherwise being pests. Frank finally turned around and grabbed Lydia in a big bear hug and huge kiss. Carl was not to be outdone and next thing I knew I was off my feet with Carl's hand on my fanny pressing me against him and a deep deep kiss. It was making me wet and I could feel his arousal through all those clothes. I could picture him heading off to church with a big hardon, poor boy.

But I could see Carl was not looking at me and, following his eyes, I glanced over at Frank and Lydia. His hand had disappeared under her blouse! Fine thing for a Sunday morning! Lydia was really uncomfortable and I could hear her horse whisper, "Frank, not here! Frank!" He replied, "You started it!" But she was melting and not really trying to stop him. Soon they were locked in a deep kiss again as he played in her underthings.

Next thing I felt was Carl kissing my neck as he set me on the edge of the dining room table. When he reached under my skirt, my panties were soaked already. Then both boys started to take off our blouses. "You started it; you started it," seemed to be the only excuse they could think of. Lydia and I panicked simultaneously and broke free to run squealing into the living room. But by then it was a game and we girls lost as our clothes were ripped off us.

I was so hot I didn't care any more. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. Frank was eating her pussy and eventually worked his way up to her nipples. She was writhing in ecstasy but had the sense to slip out of her skirt. Seeing Frank enter her was an event I had never witnessed before. Where there was almost no opening, suddenly his cock was swallowed whole in a gaping hole. With every stroke, her pussy seemed to pull in and out like a little kid eating a popsickle.

Carl and I both watched in fascination before we landed on the floor with Carl's fingers deep in my body and one of my breasts in his mouth. He is so good that way; he had found my g-spot though nobody even knew the term then. He always made me cum before he satisfied himself and we both came together next. When he put his cock on my clit I was already having spasms and it sent me over the top screaming. He didn't have much staying power that day but I needed him to cum in me and cum hard. He plunged into me and after five minutes of glorious, dangerous, naughty sex, I let out a huge moan and felt his sex explode within me.

When I opened my eyes, beautiful Frank and beautiful Lydia were standing over us watching, their full frontal nudity seeming like the perfect thing for a bright, blue Sunday morning. Wet juices were running down the inside of her leg. Church did not seem like the perfect thing and we made the appropriate excuses the next week.

The Breakfast Club, as we came to call it, met from time to time, while we were stationed together, always on Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets - jelly, cheese, ham, olives and so on. The fillings in our pleasure omelet were more interesting, too, as time went on.

Oh Brother 2

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Mom and Dad didn't leave Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes the timing wasn't just right. So after we had showered together that wonderful time, our sex lives progressed on other fronts.

I was going out with Mark, a kid a bit older than me, at the time. And after I had felt Paul's hand washing my pussy and seen him come in the shower, I had different ideas about my limits when alone with a boy. Mark and I had a favorite barn to park behind, and as usual, we got into the back seat.

When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, "Why don't you take it off?" And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my breasts for the first time and it was delightful to have him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too, and
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that was really wonderful. I didn't stop him when he slid his hand into my panties under my skirt and felt how wet I was. I was soon coming as he did something I never expected -- slid his finger into my vagina and started sliding it in and out. Oh god so that was what fucking must feel like.

And I had opened his belt and zipper and pushed down his BVDs. I had never done that before, but now I had in mind what had happened with my brother. I took his cock out and started rubbing. It wasn't long before we were both a mess with his sperm.

We both snuck home that night without being discovered, despite an obvious stain on my skirt and one on his shirt. I told him he'd better volunteer to do the laundry.

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Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Paul and I didn't wait five minutes before we hopped into the shower together. He'd been getting pretty far with my friend Carol, though they both swore they hadn't had sex yet. Anyway, the pleasure of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still intense. We took our time lathering each other's backs. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his wonderful chest as his hands slid over my breasts. That sure was wonderful. My nipples were hard and I could feel myself getting aroused inside.

He knelt down in front of me, first kissing and sucking on my nipples, then kissing my tummy. As he was washing my thighs he started to kiss my pubic hair. Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my pussy, his tongue licked my pussy lips and I could feel warm slippery juices running down my leg with the water. I had to lean against the wall, I was getting so weak in the knees. He was licking between my lips now. Then two fingers were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had Carol been teaching him? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure.

After he knew I was satisfied, he stood up and I finished washing him. I knelt down to wash his feet and legs and especially his wonderful cock and his balls. I wasn't exactly sure how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my hand. I knew what I had to do but, once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a little bit in my mouth. Paul moaned and, well, I didn't die. I pushed my face down over it more and started bobbing my head so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Paul that was leaning against the wall and moaning now. Then he said, "Look out, I'm cumming," and pulled himself out of my mouth. Sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my face. I don't know why, but I wanted him to finish in my mouth. I took his cock back in and felt the last spasms of sweet tasting cum in my throat.

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We both had dates that night and I gave Mark the same favor. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the pleasure of his finger and we both got totally naked for the first time, but he wouldn't lick my pussy. I went home pleased but feeling a little cheated and went to bed. Paul came back a half hour later.

I lay awake for maybe another half hour thinking about Paul. Then, only in my nightie, I went across to his room and pushed the door open.

"Paul, are you still awake?"

"Yes."

"Can I come in?"

"OK."

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"I really liked what we did in the shower today."

"Me, too."

"Can we do it again?"

"OK"

And I slipped into his bed. I tried to get under the covers with him, but a twin bed is really small. It wasn't long before the covers were on the floor and he was laying on top of me. Then my nightie was on the floor and his pajamas were gone. He was laying on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his hands were massaging my breasts. He slid down and kissed my nipples and slid down down down some more.

What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My legs spread wide for a male who was hard and beautiful. Soon his head was between my legs and he was once again that day licking my pussy.

He leaned up to watch his fingers go into my love hole. "You're so beautiful, sis." He was thrusting thrusting thrusting and I was rocking with pleasure. When he pushed his face into my pussy and drove his tongue in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by other men later in my life, but to me then it was the most wonderful thing ever.

I pushed him over and crawled between his legs. I kissed his legs and then his shaft and then took him in my mouth.  I'm sure he had better later in life too, but he was moaning with pleasure and thrusting his cock up into my mouth as my mouth slid up and down over him for the ten minutes it took him to cum in my mouth. I just swallowed it. I didn't know there was any other option. Oh how I wished he wasn't my brother and we could make real love.

The bed was uncomfortably small and we wanted to stay together, so we just crawled down onto the carpet with the sheets and covers. We stayed awake for an hour, playing with each other, his fingers up inside me, his cock getting hard again, being stroked, more oral sex.

In the morning, we awoke, took another wonderful shower and I made pancakes for him. I told him about Mark and he told me Carol loved oral sex on her but wouldn't go down on him. We both chuckled.

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Well, eventually, when I was 16, I ditched Mark in favor of Carlo, a college kid who didn't believe in virginity and was quite persuasive. Mom put me on the pill when she found out what was happening, but Carlo and I still used condoms.

Paul and Carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral sex and they managed to get together a couple of times a week. You would have thought they were married except that sex took place in a car or family room.

Paul and I continued in our semi chaste ways and went to bed to play together on the rare occasions when Mom and Dad took off for a weekend.

On one such occassion, when we were both 17, we went into Mom and Dad's bedroom for our usual hijinks. But it was getting old for us. After all, stopping is never fun, though you can't complain about getting oral sex. It's just that it seemed silly and when you are in bed with someone, your inhibitions are already down.

So on this occasion, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed Paul passionately, I asked him, "Paul, will you make love to me tonight? I mean, really really make love to me?" There was a tear on my cheek. He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slid me out of my clothes. Then he stood back from me, looked at my body from head to toe, and said,

"Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful."

"No condom, I said."

We rushed back together. I ripped his clothes off. We verily crashed onto the bed.

I was immediately on my back with my legs as far apart as they could go. We'd had five years of foreplay and didn't need any tonight. Paul laid over me and I felt his cock against my pussy. He was kissing me and squeezing my breasts as I felt him slide up inside me. I wrapped my legs around him as his powerful strokes slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so wonderful, so exciting, so long awaited. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with pleasure. I felt his juices explode inside me over and over with each stroke. Why had we denied ourselves so long?





Quickie After Church

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It was late spring. Still a bit chilly. But perfect for a walk along the wooded path that leads up a hill near our church. Anyway, my husband was off to a round of golf - I never could get interested in that game - so I went alone.

About a half mile along the way, I saw, coming the other way, my old boyfriend Eric. Well he was my boyfriend for a few months in High School and yes we had been lovers too. But now were both married and though I would run into him in stores and at town events and such, we were pretty much over each other. Or so we thought.

"Hi, Eric. Nice day. How are you?"

"Hi. I'm great. It is a nice day."

I went to give him a kiss on the cheek, which I did. But then we kissed on the lips.

"Wow, Hi. I wasn't expecting

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that, Margo. Brought back memories," he said.

I don't know what was coming over me but I kissed him again. Soon our tongues were playing in our mouths and I was sucking on his tongue like I used to do.

I was wearing a nice spring dress, top to bottom all blue and yellow flowers, coming just below my knees and not a bit of cleavage. Petticoats flared it out and, if I do say so myself, made my figure look great.

Then I felt his hands wandering over my chest. Even through all my clothes it was a wonderful feeling. Even though I was getting nervous, I let him kiss me on the neck. Electricity flooded through me. Finally, I pushed him away, looking about warily.

"We can't be doing this. People will see us," I said. Then we were kissing again and those oddly familiar hands were on my breasts again. I broke away again.

I looked around to see if someone might be coming up the path. So far no one. The woods were pretty thick off to the right and led down toward a creek. I took his hand and let him down the hill. Out of sight of the trail, we stopped and kissed again. His hands cupped my breasts and he tried to reach below my waist, but all he could do was push the skirts between my legs.  My dress was proving to be a problem because i had so many layers on and this wasn't exactly the place to take it off. His shorts on the other hand were not a problem and I could stroke him through his clothes. Oh I wanted him.

I was thinking I would have to lean against a tree, but then we found a log he could sit on. I pushed him down and stood looking at him with desire in my eyes.

I reached behind and unzipped my dress as far as I could. I slipped out of the sleeves.

Then I pulled myslip down off my chest and reached back again to unclip my bra.

I threw my bra to him and reached under my skirts to pull off my pantyhose. I was in a teasing mood so I draped them over his head.

"Mmmm. Smells like someone is excited," he said. It was true. I was soaked through.

"Looks like she's not the only one."

I reached under and slipped off my panties. I laid them right over the bulge in his shorts. He still couldn't see anything down below.

Then I leaned over and unzipped his shorts. His cock felt even better through the cotton of his jockeys.

When it popped out as I pulled them down, I noticed that it hadn't changed since I last saw it years ago. I wrapped my panties around it and started rubbing again.

"Oh, that feels good," he said.

"I've got something that feels better," I said, and I held up my skirt and petticoats so he could see all of me. Or as much of me as possible with my dress in that state. I don't shave, except my legs all winter long, so I had a nice bush for him.

I pushed him back on the log and straddled him and the log. My skirts fell back over him. Reaching through the side of my hem, I held his cock upright and positioned myself over him. His hands were carressing my bare breasts -- oh it felt so good when he gently twirled my nipples. I was using his cock to tease my clit and he was sighing as he felt my wetness all up and back on my pussy.

Then I just wanted all of him. I got my vagina over him and -oooooh yessss-slid down over him. My skirts were balooning in ripples as we fucked. I know he couldn't see anything but my bouncing boobs, but he was bucking like a horse up into me every time I dropped down on him. I was having a beautiful orgasm out there in nature. I don't think anyone could hear my moaning; at least I hope so.

Married men don't carry condoms in their wallets and I certainly didn't carry one to church. So it wasn't long before I felt his intensity peak and then the throbbing in his cock and his juices pulsing into me. Oh my god it was good. He was able to keep going long after he finished until eventually what was left of his cock popped out of me. 

"I never cheated before," he said, looking guilty.  I didn't say anything because I couldn't make the same claim.

"I better get home," he said. "Carol will wonder what happened to me." I must have stood up too fast because I had to wipe my leg off with a kleenex, two, three. I put on my panties and bra and stuffed the panty hose in my purse. I let him leave first so we wouldn't be seen coming back to the trail together.

And that was that.  Except that wasn't that. We found more convenient times to meet for the next several months. I had to clean up real well because I knew my husband would want to finish off the weekend in style.

 

 

 

 

A Band Story

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The band was taking its semi-annual trip to Washington, DC, and after playing a concert in Harrisburg, PA, we were put up for the night in the local Holiday Inn. Carol and I, both flute players, were sharing a room on the 6th floor and the boys had been located safely away on the 8th floor.

Laying awake talking about the boys in the band made us both pretty horny and we started to imagine. We had focused on two trumpeters, Eric (6'6, blonde and also a baskeball player) and Ray (5'9, more ordinary build but with a wicked sense of humor). Both guys were known to have had their way with other girls not on the trip with us, so we couldn't help but think about the possibilities for us.

"Suzy, do you think about sex with Eric?" "I was thinking about it now."

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"What were you thinking?" Actually I was doing more than thinking but I wasn't about to say so. My hands were gently stroking my breasts and I could feel my pussy swelling inside. "Well, I imagined him finding me alone in the band room." "Cute, Suzy. Go on." "Hey, don't make fun of me. I started to open my blouse for him. He comes over and opens it all the way." "OK OK" "Pushes up my bra. Lifts me up and starts sucking on my tits as I wrap my legs around his waist." I'm really squeezing my nipples now. "Anyone ever do that to you?" "No. Anyway he puts me back down and, still is sucking on my tits while he reaches under my skirt and takes off my panties." My hands are rubbing my thighs now. "Then he sits me down on the riser --I'm making this up as I go, Carol -- and takes my foot -- he's looking right at my pussy -- and kisses my leg." I'm already rubbing my pussy. "Good Good" "And he kisses his way up my leg 'til his head disappears in my skirt." My voice got hoarse as I told that part. "I feel his tongue on my pussy lips." A little moan as my fingers find my soaking wet slit. "Suzy?" "Yes?" "Are you, you know, uh, playing with yourself?" Embarrassed pause, then, "Uh Huh." I hear a whimper from Carol. "Carol?" "Yes?" "You too?" "Uh Huh" "So his tongue is playing with my clit --- ohhhhh" I plunge two fingers into my vagina. "Oh god, Oh God! And his two fingers go deep into me." "Suzy, you're not!" "I am!" I hear the rhythm of Carol's rump thrusting up and down on her bed and she starts to moan. "Carol, Are you fucking?" "Oh yes Oh yes." I'm fucking myself hard with my fingers now. Skipping a few steps, "His cock is in me now. Up UP inside me. Oh Oh OH." "It's a big cock. It reaches all the way in. He's slamming my cervix." I have four fingers inside me now. "Ohhhhhh" I let out loud enough to hear outside. I'm having a strong orgasm from this silly little story. Carol is too. "I've got my hand in me Carol." "Does it fit?" "Ohhhhhh. y y Yes" Carol's thrusting stops for a long moment. I hear a sort of slurpy sound. "Oh my god" "Carol, what?" "It fits --- ohhhhhhh. Oh Suzy it's so good. Oh Oh Oh." After a while our orgasms subside and I lay there breathing hard with two fingers still gently stroking me. I feel a big wet spot on my behind.


"Hey Suzy?" "Yes?" "Do you think they would let us in if we went up there now?" "Are you crazy?" "Come on. What do you think?" "Maybe they're asleep." "Suzy?" "Yes?" "Do you have any condoms?" "Three or four." "I've got three." "Carol!" "Yes?" "We'll be kicked out of band." "Come on. We won't get caught." "You're serious aren't you." Giggles. "They're staying in Room 823." "Carol!!"

With the lights off, I run to the bathroom to take a pee and clean up my pussy. Then I get dressed. Carol does too. "Get the key." We peek out the door by the light of the fire exit. All clear. Giggles. We scurry down the hall to the staircase and start to climb. Halfway there, I grab Carol and give her a big kiss and hug. "I love you for this, Carol." Then we are there, in front of their room. We can hear the TV, so they must be up. I am about to knock when Carol says, "Suzy -- take your clothes off." "What?" I say in a stage whisper that is half shout. She is already half undressed. "Oh god," and soon we are both standing a pile of clothes. I look over at Suzy and she looks very pretty that way in the red light of the exit sign, 5'6, black hair, large aveoli, maybe 34B, nice figure. I can't help but giggle, though.

Eric answers our knock. First you see the little peephole go dark. Then the door opens a crack and he sees it is us. Only when he opens the door wide does he realize he is staring at two naked ladies. "Holy shit." We grab the piles of clothes and scurry in, giggling out of control. "Hey Ray, get a load of this."

Eric is standing there in only his jockey shorts with his cock not yet aware of the possibilities. In fact, he is clearly at a loss for what you do with a naked lady who just happens to show up at your door. After a pregnant pause, I drop my clothes, hang on to my purse and run up to him. I put my arms around him, press myself against him and start kissing him passionately. He is still stunned. I reach down to confirm that he is getting the idea and his cock fills out even as I hold it. And it really is as big as I imagined.

I push him back on his bed, pull his jockeys down over his balls and start to kiss them, suck them, lick them. Then with my tongue, I lick slowly up and down the shaft and tease the little hole at the end. I then push my tits together (35D) and use them to stroke his cock some more. I see Carol sitting astride Ray's face moaning as he eats her and rubbing his naked cock with her hand behind her. I am hungry for Eric but first I take his cock in my mouth and turning my head from side to side, slide up and down until I think he can wait no longer. I slide one of the condoms on and climb over him. I lean back so he can watch and slowly take his cock into my vagina. Ohhhhhh yes it is just as wonderful as I imagined. I'm riding him now, faster, harder, deeper. Slamming him all the way in. He is stroking my clit with his finger and I am in ecstasy as I come come come. "Oh Eric Oh Eric." I lean so his cock is pressed forward in my vagina and my g-spot catches fire. Now I am moaning out loud and that added pressure makes it impossible for Eric to hang on any longer. "Oh yes Suzy. Oh yes." I've been hearing noises from the other bed and see Carol in 69 position with cum leaking out of her mouth and Ray's fingers burried deep in her pussy and her asshole. She is wracked with spasms.

I dismount from Eric and come around to 69 position myself. I slip the condom off and take is now waning cock in my mouth again. I love the taste of his cum and he sets me on fire with his tongue and fingers down below. Soon his wet fingers from my pussy are in my asshole and his tongue is in my pussy.His cock starts to rise again, and now, I am cumming continuously. Before long I taste and feel the hot sperm exploding in my mouth. I turn around and kiss him with it still in there and we share the taste of his and my sex. We both swallow. Another condom and I am in the fetal position on my side -- and how do I describe this -- he is kneeling across me so he is at right angles. His cock goes in sideways like that and he fucks me for maybe 20 minutes before he can come again.

Carol meanwhile is sitting on the edge of the dresser with her legs apart and Ray standing in front of her. She puts her legs on his shoulders and I watch as Ray slides his cock in. Spasms rip through her abdomen and her juices run down onto the dresser. I am fascinated to see that cock slide in and out of another womans pussy, and if possible, even more turned on. They do this for a while and then Ray, without separating, puts her legs around his waist, picks her up and stands there still fucking.

Seeing Carol get fucked exites me in ways I barely understand. As Erics thrusting cock makes me cum once again, I imagine holding Carol in my arms.

Soon, both boys have a temporary condition of limp cock and Carol and I stand there looking at each other. To my surprise, Carol reaches out to me and soon we have embraced. Simultaneosly, our hands are carressing our tits and as Carols hand reaches down my belly, I find her bushy place, then two pussy lips and a very wet place between them. We sit side by side on the bed and are kissing as our fingers enter the mysterious domain of another woman for the first time. Such a wonderful feeling. Hot and wet like me but foreign. And we are so gentle with each other. The orgasm is coming on slow and deep. Then I want to taste her -- does she taste like me? And so we are soon laying on our sides licking each other's pussies, in love in a way we never imagined, only dimly aware that the two guys have started to masturbate during what they take to be a show.

Soon, a cock, Ray's cock, appears in my face and the moment is over. Ray gets his blow job and fucks me from behind. Eric has Carol leaning against the bureau and he is fucking her from behind. We are out of condoms and morning is coming. We sneak back to our room, clothed this time after warning the boys that if this ever gets out, we will start a rumor that they are gay and both have HIV.

Carol and I spend the rest of the night, and when we are not fucking Ray and Eric, the rest of the week in the same bed.

( as told by Suzanne  to Margo, her new lover)

Married Men 2

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Mrs Riker had recommended me to the Jacksons as a babysitter, and I have to tell, you Mr. Jackson was a hunk. He had weight lifting equipment in the basement and it was well scratched up from repeated use. Eric had the classic broad shouldered figure of a guy who stayed in shape without becoming musclebound. I vowed to have him the moment I first saw him.

I started working on him the second time I sat for them, especially when his wife Toni was out of sight. There's a way you can be so glad to see him when he picks you up for a job, say thank you when you are being paid, good bye when he drives you home that arouses interest without being too blatent. Tight clothing didn't hurt either. I could tell he was always delighted to see me, too. Of course, there was the little problem o
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f Toni, but as it turned out, she travelled on business and sometimes he would have a Jaycees meeting.

When I finally built up my courage to make something happen, I dressed for the job "to the nines," short skirt, silky blouse, black underwear including a garter belt and stockings. I stuffed a strip of condoms in my purse.

Toni was far away in Minneapolis. By the time I came over, the day-sitter had left and Toni handed me the baby. I love babies and I let Eric watch me cooing over the baby and make baby talk.

"She's so cute," I said.

This gave him a big smile, but he had to rush off to his meeting.

After the baby was fed and changed and put to bed, I still had an hour before Eric came home. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and it was making me incredibly horny with anticipation. I tried to do homework, but didn't make much progress. Finally, I just went to the family room and sat back on the sofa. I closed my eyes and let pictures of what Eric must look like undressed fill my imagination.

The two top buttons of my blouse gave way easily, and I slid my hand over my bra, and gently rubbed myelf. Mmmmm. I slid my hand into the bra and began to twiddle my nipples. This was so pleasant, it was giving me that full feeling down below.

My other hand was free and soon I was teasing myself by rubbing the insides of my thighs. "Oh Eric, Eric." As my hand slid from one thigh to the other, I brushed across my panties, which were already cool with moisture. My legs were wide open for the imaginary Eric. I was spending more time rubbing over my panties now and my back arched uncontrollably as I imagined responding to his ministrations.

I slid my hand into the leg hole of my panties and felt cool fingers on my pussy lips. Circular rubbing gave way to exploration of the wet place inbetween. My forefinger found and played with my clit at last. "Eric! Eric," I moaned.

This was getting uncomfortable as I usually did this in my bed with only PJs or a nightgown on. I pulled up my skirt and one-by-one, unclipped the garter belt straps from my stockings. Then I was able to slide my panties off. I finished unbuttoning my blouse and slid it off my shoulders so I could slip my bra off, too. If only it was Eric doing this.

I laid back on the sofa and took my time just carressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples. I didn't want this to be over.

Finally, I slid both hands down over my thighs and up up up. One hand rubbed each pussy lip. Two fingers of my left hand again found my clit and were rubbing it as the two middle fingers of my right hand entered me.

"Oh Eric, Eric, fuck me, fuck me now," I exclaimed as my fingers brought me to a full orgasm on his sofa while I tasted my love on the fingers of my left hand..

By the time that subsided, there were only 15 minutes before Eric was due home.

I had an idea. I crammed my panties and bra into my purse, clipped my stockings back up to my garter belt and put my blouse back on. I went to the bathroom to pee and wash up. When Eric arrived, I was back together. Well, one button more than might be considered decent was open.

"Hi, Emily. How was everything?"

"Fine, the baby was wonderful."

"Good, did he go ... to sleep ... OK." He stumbled over his words when he saw my dark nipples and areolas outlined in my blouse, though he tried to pretend he didn't see anything.

I caught his gaze. Then I threw myself at him and planted a big kiss on his mouth. He had to grab me in his arms just to maintain balance.

"Oh, God," he exclaimed as he let go.

"Emily!" he uttered with a reproachful tone.

Then, "Oh, God." He pulled me back into his arms. I melted as the kisses I so longed for came heavily and passionately. "You are so lovely."

As his hand pulled against my back, my tummy felt his body responding. He leaned me back from the waist up and slowly, one by one, opened the buttons of my blouse. "Lovely," he murmored as he gently ran his fingers over my breasts. I tore at his shirt until his bear chest was showing. So beautiful. Better than I had imagined.

Again, I was pulled against his massive chest, with his hand trapped against my breast. We kissed, tongues playing, for the longest time. My fingers dug into his back, such wonderful muscles there, too. My feet were off the ground as one hand cradled me under my rear. I was totally enveloped in his powerful arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Suddenly, he put me down. "I don't have any ...."

"In my purse."

"Oh God!"

Eric lifted me up and sat me on the edge of their heavy oak kitchen table. As he kissed my breasts and I held on to his head to keep from falling back, his hands started up my legs. He quickly discovered my soaking wet pussy unprotected by any panties. I sat back on my hands and raised up my hips so he could push up my skirt. He pulled on the tab of my garters, releasing my stockings one at a time. As he rolled them off, he maintained his gaze of my pussy. With both of my legs up in the air, he kissed my feet and then my ankles. My calves were next and his head was soon between my thighs as he licked each leg from the inside.

I slid my butt to the very edge of the table and he slipped off my skirt. I think he liked the idea of my garter belt; anyway, he left that on. His tongue played in the crack between my thigh and my pussy. I was already moaning. Then his mouth came into contact with my mound, first kissing, then enveloping, then flicking his tongue. I felt two thick fingers pressed against my opening as his tongue came into contact with my clit.

My orgasm started as soon as his fingers started to play inside me near the opening and when he plunged them deeper I was in ecstacy. "Oh Eric Eric!" He sure new how to please a woman!

It was his turn for pleasure, but the table was getting uncomfortable. I said, "Let's go somewhere else."

I grabbed my purse and he carried me past the baby's room, into their bedroom, all the while kissing me as I held on to his neck. He pulled down the covers as I slipped out of the garter belt and rid myself of my blouse. Then I knelt in front of him and started to rub the bulge in his pants. I undid his belt and trousers. Through his jockeys, I started to nibble at his cock. "Oh God, Emily." Then I pulled down the waistband and licked at his tip, his shaft, and finally his balls. I was sliding my mouth up and down over his cock as I reached into my purse and pulled out the strip of condoms. With some effort, I tore one free. I couldn't help but think of the other married man who had taught me to position the condom over his tip and unroll it with my mouth. Eric was just moaning and moaning.

I stood up in front of him, stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Now, Eric. Fuck me now, Eric."

He laid me across the bed and I opened my legs in anticipation. He climbed over me. He seemed like such a giant. His cock slid deep inside me. He wasn't especially large, but plenty big for me. Was this love I was feeling as his strokes became faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around him as he slammed all the way deep into my vagina. As he sped up, my hips shoved up against him every other stroke. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" I was having such an orgasm.

Before he came, he pulled out and turned me over on my knees. He barely missed a stroke as his cock drove into me again. I love this position as it really strokes the top of my vagina. I arched my back so hard it almost hurt. I could feel my breasts swinging. I screamed as another climax rolled over me. I could tell from the change in his moans that he was about to cum. The thing I hate about condoms is you can't feel your guy's cum, but I could tell when he started to explode. Just then he flipped me on my side and without pulling out passed my leg over his face and we were in missionary position again. His moments of ecstacy were spent kissing me and fucking and squeezing my breasts. Oh God this man was good.
 
I know you're supposed to pull out right away with a condom, but we stayed together hugging and carressing for a few more moments. Then I helped him remove it and cleaned him up with my mouth.
 
I ran into the bathroom and flushed the condom. When I got back, he had pulled a sheet over himself. I climbed in with him.

"That was the first time I ever cheated on Toni, but you were worth it, Emily."

"I'm sure it will be OK if she doesn't find out."

We lay there on our sides, kissing. I had a moment of guilt, but let it pass. He was gently carressing my nipples. After not too long, I realized there was something between us again and I slide down under the covers between his legs. My head bobbed up and down over is shaft. It must have been a funny sight.

"Turn around so I can do you, too," he said.

Once again my pussy was on fire as he held me open with his fingers and plunged his tongue and face deep into my tissues. We came together that time and I took it all in my mouth and swallowed.

After that, Eric didn't really get soft and I walked over to the place on the floor where the condoms had fallen. As I was tearing another one out, he came over in front of me and I slipped it on him. I continued to give him oral sex until he was fully arroused again. Then he did something very surprising. Reaching down under my arms, he pulled me to my feet. He lifted me right into the air.

"Wrap your legs around me." Oh my oh my.

After an awkward moment, his cock was up inside me again. I let gravity slam me down on him over and over. I was more or less in a constant state of orgasm now. You can't imagine how strong the sensations are from this position. And he definitely was slamming up to my cervix on every stroke. I let out a cross between a grunt and a moan every time he slammed in.

After maybe ten minutes of this, he knelt down with me still "attached." My butt came into contact with the bed and he let me flip back with my legs straight up in the air. Eric continued fucking me for the longest time. "Oh Eric Eric Eric Eric."

There was a moment when he seemed to be cumming, and when we stopped a few moments after that, his condom was full again. 

Midnight had come. I had school the next day and a lie to tell my parents, and though I had taken something that wasn't mine, what a wonderful memory. Eric paid me for babysitting with a really big tip, REALLY big, and drove me home.



Oh Brother 1

margoslips on Incest Stories

It started out innocently enough. I was 12, my period had been coming whenever it felt like for months, my titties were just titties, and hormones ruled my life. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my twin brother naked. Paul, at all that age, of course, had no interest in girls.

Anyway, one day when Mom and Dad weren't home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a corner where he couldn't see me until he came out of the shower. Eventually, the door slid open. Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from head to toe. But I don't think I had time to take in any details. He actually screamed and turned around to hide his privates. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.

A few moments l
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ater he came to the door and starting pounding. Boy was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, "I'm going to tell, Margo." I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. "You can't. You can't." "But you came in there when I was in the shower!"

I don't remember how long I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my head. "I'll take off my clothes for you." Now he may not have been interested in girls at that age, but that was an idea that he couldn't resist. "OK," he said.

It was only then that real panic set in for me. I couldn't believe what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my room and he followed. "Close the door." Of course nobody was home but, well, you understand. "Turn around." He did. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans. "OK," I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.

I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it wasn't much different than my bathing suit. But then he said, "But you said!" I was still trapped. "Turn around, again." I turned around, too. Tears streaming down my face, I took off the bra and dropped my panties to the floor. "OK," I said again.

He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing the small tuft of hair that was growing and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a trance. Finally, one word, barely audible. "Wow." I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.

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A few months later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage and his interest in girls was definitely stronger. He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he didn't leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, "You'd better take your clothes off NOW!!!. Everything!!!!" I heard the sounds of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

When I turned, he was standing  there hiding his privates. "Come on," I said. "I can't." "Come on!!" He moved his hands away and his penis was standing straight out. Guess what I said!

"Wow."

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When Mom and Dad were out, we would often find a way to see each other naked like that, especially in the shower. We got over the shyness about using the toilet with each other in the room. Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower stall for him. We watched each other develop physically and talked about our experiences with the opposite sex.

When we turned 15 -- by then I was letting boys feel me up and rub my panties -- Paul came in while I was showering. "Will you come in and wash my back?" It was something I'd been dreaming about for months. He undressed and came in. I turned my back and gave him the soap. Of course, I hadn't really thought much beyond my back.

Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulders and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. I was much more developed by then and it felt sooooo good. I purred, "mmmmmm," and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my rear. Then I turned and said, "Wash my legs."

He was pretty embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one knee and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had decision to make. "You can wash me there, too." I had never let a boy actually touch my pussy, though some tried to push my panties aside or slip their hands inside. Let's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there. "Oh that feels good, Paul."

"Your turn," I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his back. He was so mucscular by then, so beautiful. "Turn around." I washed his now strong chest very affectionately and, a little nervously, started to rub soap on his penis and balls. Then I too knelt down and washed his legs. Don't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex.

When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his privates needed some more cleaning. His cock felt so strong in my hand. "Keep doing that," he said between deep breaths. By then I was curious what would happen, though I knew from a theoretical perspective. All of a sudden, sperm shot out in bursts. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.

After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet bodies pressed together. "Oh, Margo." He held me tight and we kissed like lovers. Maybe, we really were.


My sister can't keep her clothes on: part 3

thegreenscar3 on Incest Stories

I sat in my bed with my ear against the wall. My boxers laid forgotten somewhere in the floor. In the other side of this wall my father was fucking my mother, hard. I imagined all the different positions my dad had her in, my favorite one was doggy. I thought about doing it to her every time I watched her bend over.



"Harder Ty!", I heard my mom scream.



It was like they didn't even try

licked clean

anythinggoes77 on Animal Stories

so there i was, home alone. i had nothing better to do than jack off. i went around the house locking doors and closing windows just to make sure i wouldn't be disturbed while stroking my cock until i made myself cum. i went into my bed room and didn't bother to close that door since all the rest were closed and locked. i stripped naked and lay back on my bed and began to stroke my already ha

Mother's Slut Proclivity

georgetyerbyter on Incest Stories

...one day, one moment captured in time of an incestuous situation...

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All characters depicted in the following story are over the age

of 18 years.



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sex with sister

publisher on Incest Stories

This is a story of how I had sex with my sister. She was 15 at the time, I was 17. We are the only two kids in our family...
 
It all started one night when my parents went out to dinner. they go out frequently, leaving my sister and I home to order dinner and watch a movie. On this particular night, my sister, Vanessa, was pretty tired as she had come from a big sleepover the night before. We rented a movie but Vanessa fell asleep on the couch. When I finished with the movie, I went to go work on some homework and then I played a little bit of Xbox. I finished up with the Xbox and went downstairs to check on my sister and go to bed. When I saw her, it was the first time she ever gave me a boner. She was lying slumped on the couch, her shirt r
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iding up all the way to her shoulders. I saw her bare back and that was the first time I ever wanted her. I also noticed she wasn\'t wearing a bra. looking back, I realize that she never wore a bra at home.

I really wanted to see her chest at this point so I slowly rolled her over. Vanessa was a notoriously heavy sleeper, so I was fairly sure I wouldn\'t wake her. I did it very sowly though, just in case. About halfway through the roll Vanessa stirred. I instantly stopped and darted up to bed.

About six months later, I still hadn\'t had sex with Vanessa yet. I frequently watched her sleep through her open door or snuck into her room to watch her get dressed. When I was home alone, I would sneak into her room to sniff her panties. She never gave any indication of noticing me.

I had a plan. That night, my parents were going out to dinner again. I was really curious to know if Vanessa would fuck me and I didn\'t want to make a move if she would be disgusted by it. I dressed in my gym pants that really show my dick if I have a boner. Then, like always, Vanessa and I sat on the living room couch to watch a movie. After choosing the movie, I startied fantisizing, letting my imagination go wild, and soon I had a boner. It wasn\'t that hard with Vanessa in her exposing tank top that showed me the outlines of her nipples.

I then lied down and pretended to doze off, keeping one eye slightly open so I could see where Vanessa was looking. Sure enough, she was staring wide-eyed at my erect dick. She kept staring at it for about ten minutes and then softly said my name. I didn\'t respond.
Her hand slowly reached into my lap and she lightly stroked my dick through my pants. That was all the indication that I needed.

I bolted up and jumped on top of Vanessa, tearing off my pants as she looked at me with a surprised expressions on her face.
 
"We\'re going to have sex. Now." I said.
 
She responded by grinning and ripping off her tank top, exposing her boobs that weren\'t too huge but weren\'t tiny either. I started sucking on her little nipples and happily heard her moaning. I made my way down to her pussy and flicked my tongue in and out of it. Vanessa screamed "DO it! I want you right now".

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her wet pussy and we fucked.

To be continued...