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Shawn is invited to "slumber party" hosted by Sage.
Shawn was missing from the 9th episode of Basement Sluts because he was off on an assignment for the 11th episode. Sage, Josh's sister, had invited Shawn back to Washington for a "special slumber party" with Tiffany, herself, and two other female friends of theirs. Shawn was happy to be invited back to score with Sage and Tiffany again and also to break in the two new girls, a fiery-red haired 22-year-old named Kristi and chubby but extremely busty 19 -year-old named Natalie.
Shawn arrived in Washington and to the home of Josh's parents. He knocked on the door waiting to be greeted by Josh's folks, but Josh's younger sister Sage answered the door instead. She was wearing a very tight pink tee with the words "Truth" stretched across her enormous 38DDD's that Shawn remembered putting his hands and lips on. Her ass was in a perfectly round form inside her tight high-cut shorts that bulged out the bottoms of her jiggling ass cheeks. The only other thing she had on were some cute, small ankle socks.
Shawn was missing from the 9th episode of Basement Sluts because he was off on an assignment for the 11th episode. Sage, Josh’s sister, had invited Shawn back to Washington for a “special slumber party” with Tiffany, herself, and two other female friends of theirs. Shawn was happy to be invited back to score with Sage and Tiffany again and also to break in the two new girls, a fiery-red haired 22-year-old named Kristi and chubby but extremely busty 19 -year-old named Natalie.
Shawn arrived in Washington and to the home of Josh’s parents. He knocked on the door waiting to be greeted by Josh’s folks, but Josh’s younger sister Sage answered the door instead. She was wearing a very tight pink tee with the words “Truth” stretched across her enormous 38DDD’s that Shawn remembered putting his hands and lips on. Her ass was in a perfectly round form inside her tight high-cut shorts that bulged out the bottoms of her jiggling ass cheeks. The only other thing she had on were some cute, small ankle socks. Read more »
The postman gets a pleasant surprise.
*Chapter 3: The Letter*
A couple of weeks after my adventures down at the garage I plucked up the courage to have another go at doing an "accidental" flash. I"d become so aroused by my previous flashes that I"d become addicted to the feelings exhibitionism gave me. This time, I decided to treat my postman to a sight of my naked body.
I had to plan the flash quite carefully, and decided to post myself a recorded delivery letter that would need signing for. I reckoned that the letter would arrive on Saturday morning and Steve, the postman, would have to knock on my door to get my signature. He usually delivered the post at about nine in the morning, so I got up a little earlier than usual to decide on my outfit. After showering I put on my very short black silk kimono. It"s a bit too small for me; my large breasts are barely contained by the material even if the belt is wrapped tightly around. I adjusted the lapels to make sure that most of my soft white breasts were on display, leaving my nipples just hidden behind the silky material. I"m quite tall, so the hem of the kimono only just managed to cover my pussy. At the back the bottom of my ass cheeks were on display.
*Chapter 3: The Letter*
A couple of weeks after my adventures down at the garage I plucked up the courage to have another go at doing an “accidental” flash. I”d become so aroused by my previous flashes that I”d become addicted to the feelings exhibitionism gave me. This time, I decided to treat my postman to a sight of my naked body.
I had to plan the flash quite carefully, and decided to post myself a recorded delivery letter that would need signing for. I reckoned that the letter would arrive on Saturday morning and Steve, the postman, would have to knock on my door to get my signature. He usually delivered the post at about nine in the morning, so I got up a little earlier than usual to decide on my outfit. After showering I put on my very short black silk kimono. It”s a bit too small for me; my large breasts are barely contained by the material even if the belt is wrapped tightly around. I adjusted the lapels to make sure that most of my soft white breasts were on display, leaving my nipples just hidden behind the silky material. I”m quite tall, so the hem of the kimono only just managed to cover my pussy. At the back the bottom of my ass cheeks were on display. Read more »
She's the center of attention at Benefactor's Dinner.
The night of the Benefactor's Dinner had arrived and Jennifer was busy preparing for it. After bathing and meticulously shaving her long legs, she inserted the lubricating suppositories in her anus. The Headmaster had given her them with instructions on their use. He had fingered her asshole and brought her to orgasm, much the same way Mr. Lewis had done.
The Headmaster had instructed her on methods necessary to relax her anal muscles to allow the insertion of Mr. Lewis' large cock. Jennifer was anxious, but excited by her thoughts. Finally she would feel the pleasure of a man's cock penetrating her, even if it was up her ass. What caused the most anxiety was the fact that she would have to perform before twenty or thirty strangers, completely exposing her body to them.
The night of the Benefactor’s Dinner had arrived and Jennifer was busy preparing for it. After bathing and meticulously shaving her long legs, she inserted the lubricating suppositories in her anus. The Headmaster had given her them with instructions on their use. He had fingered her asshole and brought her to orgasm, much the same way Mr. Lewis had done.
The Headmaster had instructed her on methods necessary to relax her anal muscles to allow the insertion of Mr. Lewis’ large cock. Jennifer was anxious, but excited by her thoughts. Finally she would feel the pleasure of a man’s cock penetrating her, even if it was up her ass. What caused the most anxiety was the fact that she would have to perform before twenty or thirty strangers, completely exposing her body to them. Read more »
Sexual tensions increase for Ron and the ladies.
Beth was quite pleased with herself as she admired her friend Pam in the lightweight sundress she had picked out for her at the airport boutique. Beth had wanted to show her appreciation for being invited on the trip, and had not let Pam talk her out of buying a new dress for each of them.
"You look fabulous." Beth had told Pam only minutes earlier.
She had used all her powers of persuasion to convince Pam the thin, cotton blend dress was not too revealing. The spaghetti strap style didn't lend itself to wearing a bra. Although Pam and Beth had both seen Amy and other young girls proudly exhibiting their lacy bra straps beneath various articles of clothing, it was not a fashion statement either of them found attractive.
Beth was quite pleased with herself as she admired her friend Pam in the lightweight sundress she had picked out for her at the airport boutique. Beth had wanted to show her appreciation for being invited on the trip, and had not let Pam talk her out of buying a new dress for each of them.
“You look fabulous.” Beth had told Pam only minutes earlier.
She had used all her powers of persuasion to convince Pam the thin, cotton blend dress was not too revealing. The spaghetti strap style didn’t lend itself to wearing a bra. Although Pam and Beth had both seen Amy and other young girls proudly exhibiting their lacy bra straps beneath various articles of clothing, it was not a fashion statement either of them found attractive. Read more »
Your road trip game is dangerously hot, but erotic .
After washing the car, we decided to take a ride up the coast to make sure the car is thoroughly dried-- our excuse to get away from the house. The sun was shining brightly, so we took the T-tops off before we left the driveway. It was a beautiful Saturday in August and we'd decided to make a weekend of it. Even staying in one of the "Couples Only" resorts at the beach was rare erotic treat for us.
As we left home, everything was perfect-the ocean breeze was whipping through our hair, the heat of the sun warmed our faces and our favorite music played loudly on the stereo. We were laughing and joking, enjoying our time away from home and spending time together. I chuckled to myself and you said, "That sounded a bit devious...what's going on in that twisted little mind of yours, Babe?"
After washing the car, we decided to take a ride up the coast to make sure the car is thoroughly dried– our excuse to get away from the house. The sun was shining brightly, so we took the T-tops off before we left the driveway. It was a beautiful Saturday in August and we’d decided to make a weekend of it. Even staying in one of the “Couples Only” resorts at the beach was rare erotic treat for us.
As we left home, everything was perfect-the ocean breeze was whipping through our hair, the heat of the sun warmed our faces and our favorite music played loudly on the stereo. We were laughing and joking, enjoying our time away from home and spending time together. I chuckled to myself and you said, “That sounded a bit devious…what’s going on in that twisted little mind of yours, Babe?” Read more »
Jason is called upon to help neighbor lady.
*Chapter 4: Plumber*
"Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions (and even constructive criticisms) are welcomed."
"That was Yuka," Her first words off the phone gave me a start.
It was Saturday, four days later. I expected to hear from Yuka soon, but I never expected it so early in the morning. She and my wife were scheduled to go out later that night. I was looking forward to what might happen when they returned, after a few drinks in both of them, maybe they would even return with another movie. I expected to again see Yuka later in the day, but never expected her to call during breakfast.
*Chapter 4: Plumber*
“Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions (and even constructive criticisms) are welcomed.”
“That was Yuka,” Her first words off the phone gave me a start.
It was Saturday, four days later. I expected to hear from Yuka soon, but I never expected it so early in the morning. She and my wife were scheduled to go out later that night. I was looking forward to what might happen when they returned, after a few drinks in both of them, maybe they would even return with another movie. I expected to again see Yuka later in the day, but never expected her to call during breakfast. Read more »
Marg & Steve get hot beside the highway.
I was driving along the highway to the arranged spot to where Marg was waiting. I could not help but think all the way there of what we planned. Marg had always fantasized of having a break down on the road and having a trucker pick her up and take her to a garage and here I was, about to make her fantasy become a reality.
Marg first got ready by dressing the way she fantasizes she is dressed for when he picks her up on the side of the road. She applies her make up liberally though instead of her normal mauve lipstick and nail polish, she applies her candy apple red with hi gloss. This goes well with the rest of her outfit consisting of black heels, stockings with seams up the back attaching to her sheer black strapless merry widow corset with demi-bra. No panties this time, as it would show lines through her tight fitted, slightly sheer and lacy dress with spaghetti straps and almost translucent from the hem just above her knees up to the tops of her thighs. Standing in the light of the day this outfit, though covering her body, the light shining on her would make her rather large 36D breasts and long legs of her 5'8" in her heels very easily noticed for anyone that happens to look.
I was driving along the highway to the arranged spot to where Marg was waiting. I could not help but think all the way there of what we planned. Marg had always fantasized of having a break down on the road and having a trucker pick her up and take her to a garage and here I was, about to make her fantasy become a reality.
Marg first got ready by dressing the way she fantasizes she is dressed for when he picks her up on the side of the road. She applies her make up liberally though instead of her normal mauve lipstick and nail polish, she applies her candy apple red with hi gloss. This goes well with the rest of her outfit consisting of black heels, stockings with seams up the back attaching to her sheer black strapless merry widow corset with demi-bra. No panties this time, as it would show lines through her tight fitted, slightly sheer and lacy dress with spaghetti straps and almost translucent from the hem just above her knees up to the tops of her thighs. Standing in the light of the day this outfit, though covering her body, the light shining on her would make her rather large 36D breasts and long legs of her 5′8″ in her heels very easily noticed for anyone that happens to look. Read more »
How he ended up naked at a party - again!
"Feedback is welcome."
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My name is Tony and this is my story of how I found a new life and great sex in the big city. I'm 29 and well built (I played nose guard in college) but not overweight for my size. I keep my hair short and am proud of my physique. I visit the gym at least twice a week and have never had any trouble attracting the ladies. That said, I haven't had many girlfriends, having had a six year relationship that ended when she left me for some rich banker who drove a Porsche.
“Feedback is welcome.”
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My name is Tony and this is my story of how I found a new life and great sex in the big city. I’m 29 and well built (I played nose guard in college) but not overweight for my size. I keep my hair short and am proud of my physique. I visit the gym at least twice a week and have never had any trouble attracting the ladies. That said, I haven’t had many girlfriends, having had a six year relationship that ended when she left me for some rich banker who drove a Porsche. Read more »
A drive to remember.
We're in the car on the way somewhere. The roads are quiet and I'm talking to you to make sure you stay awake. As we get about halfway there, you decide it's time for a "rest". We'd been discussing what I have planned for you when we get where we're going. I hadn't noticed how horny the conversation we'd been having had gotten you. You seem to know just the right spot to pull off.
The spot you've picked is lit up yet we're unlikely to be seen. You stop the car, turn and look at me. You pull me close, just holding me in your arms before pulling back and kissing me passionately. Your hands run down my back and sides. Down.... down... until you get to that handle for the seat, knocking it right back as far as it will go, almost laying me on my back. Still kissing me, you slide yourself over so that you're laying at my side. Well, as much as we can whilst in the car. Again, you let your hands roam over my body, teasing my nipples and clit through my clothes. You start to undo my trousers but I stop you.
We’re in the car on the way somewhere. The roads are quiet and I’m talking to you to make sure you stay awake. As we get about halfway there, you decide it’s time for a “rest”. We’d been discussing what I have planned for you when we get where we’re going. I hadn’t noticed how horny the conversation we’d been having had gotten you. You seem to know just the right spot to pull off.
The spot you’ve picked is lit up yet we’re unlikely to be seen. You stop the car, turn and look at me. You pull me close, just holding me in your arms before pulling back and kissing me passionately. Your hands run down my back and sides. Down…. down… until you get to that handle for the seat, knocking it right back as far as it will go, almost laying me on my back. Still kissing me, you slide yourself over so that you’re laying at my side. Well, as much as we can whilst in the car. Again, you let your hands roam over my body, teasing my nipples and clit through my clothes. You start to undo my trousers but I stop you. Read more »
He took Becca at work to impress Susan.
I spent my lunch break in the women's locker room at the factory, buried balls-deep in Becca Ferguson, the nineteen-year-old press operator who wanted me. I didn't want Becca. She was flat-chested and kind of dumb, no real ambition but to get married and start cranking out babies like a puppy mill. Still, she wanted me, and I was willing to use her to get what I really wanted, which was Susan.
Becca and I had our shirts on, but our pants around our ankles. I pounded into her, stroke after stroke after stroke. She'd slipped her hands up under my shirt and dug her nails into my spine. I cupped my fingers over her hips and tried hard to make sure I didn't come too soon.
I spent my lunch break in the women’s locker room at the factory, buried balls-deep in Becca Ferguson, the nineteen-year-old press operator who wanted me. I didn’t want Becca. She was flat-chested and kind of dumb, no real ambition but to get married and start cranking out babies like a puppy mill. Still, she wanted me, and I was willing to use her to get what I really wanted, which was Susan.
Becca and I had our shirts on, but our pants around our ankles. I pounded into her, stroke after stroke after stroke. She’d slipped her hands up under my shirt and dug her nails into my spine. I cupped my fingers over her hips and tried hard to make sure I didn’t come too soon. Read more »