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Suzee rated it did not like it Nov 23, Cindy marked it as to-read Apr 18, My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy. Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him.
She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly drunk, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.
After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Mimi was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world. Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave.
Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team.
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My mind was swimming with lust, rage and alcohol, I started to actually become erect: Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Mimi had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up.
She had heard about how wild they sometimes got. She was alone and thought that if it got too out of hand, she could always leave and walk back to her apartment house. There was a pool table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet of plywood to make a table. Under it was a beer keg and what looked like a thousand beer glasses on the table, some full but mostly empty. Someone filled a glass for her and she settled back to watch. Some couples were dancing to hard rock music so loud it hurt her ears.
Others were trying to talk and needing to yell at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were making out in the corners. She watched them and wondered how far they would go. Their hands were already roaming. She sipped on her beer and made small talk with a couple of girls nearby. She had to yell. She was not sure this was for her. Soon, someone organized a drinking game involving whiskey and beer.
Jugs were passed around and the game consisted of drinking as much as possible in as short a time as possible. She took part for a while and it was fun, until she felt a little woozy and dropped out. In the corner watching her was a tall good looking guy. She noticed him and smiled and he came over and introduced himself. I hope to have a good time. He made a face and she playfully punched him.
She liked the way he laughed. She liked the way he looked at her. My girlfriend Sara had been out of town for almost a month. We would talk on the phone every night. As of late our conversations focused more and more on sex. We both knew that she would be back home in a few days, and she had told me that she had bought some new lingerie as a reward for being so patient.
As sex talk grew into phone sex we were both getting frustrated. I had instructed her that she was to wear the new lingerie on the plane under her clothes, and that when she was about an hour away from landing she was to get up and go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom she was to open her pants, put one leg up on the toilet and stair at herself in the mirror and stick her hand in her panties and fingered her pussy.
She was only given three minutes to enjoy her fingers before she was to go sit back down. I knew this was just enough to get her hot, but not enough to get her off. Even though she was so frustrated that she told me that she was going to rape me over the phone several times. When she landed I was there to greet her. She looked so beautiful, sexy, in a comfortable way. She was wearing jeans and a pull-over sweater so as to be comfortable on the plane on the long trip, but after all the ideals in my head, it was like watching her walk up to me stark naked.
So the only thing on our minds was sex. So she lowered her head and placed her lips close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath. It sent tingles down my spine as she spoke. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my friend might be wherever that laughter is coming from, I go to investigate. The sounds lead me towards a partly open door. It seems that the local ice hockey team has just finished a training session and is getting showered and changed inside.
I know I should leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me, so I push the door open a bit further and look into the room. Now I can see one of the players standing with his back to me. As I stand staring, I hear the door swing shut behind me, and I jump, startled. The player in front of me hears it, too, and turns around. I look beyond him and for the first time I see the rest of the team, twenty big, muscular, and mostly naked men.
Suddenly the sound of water stops completely and all I can hear is my own slightly panicky breathing, too fast and loud in the silence. Every impulse is screaming at me to get out, fast. I glance over my shoulder at the door and find to my horror that one of the players is now blocking my path. The words die on my lips as I take in the fact that he is truly stunning. Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, unexpectedly gently. All I know is I want this man so much. He pulls back to look at me, apparently trying to gauge my reaction, and beyond him I can see the rest of the team moving closer, watching us intently.
Attending a collage in the south has many benefits not the least of which is frequent road trips to the beach. On this particular trip it was myself and five fraternity brothers looking for a little fun and sun down on the gulf coast. We arrived Thursday afternoon around 2: PM and checked into our hotel. Typical collage guys on a budget, we were jamming the room. After the fights to see who got the beds and who got the floor Steve, Allen, Scott and myself decided to see if we could find a place to rent jet skies.
We figured on Thursday afternoon they may not be to busy so we might be able to cut a deal. John and Chris were too broke so they decided to cruse the beach and check out the local talent. After driving along the bay for a while we spotted a sign and pulled off to check it out.
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There was a pontoon boat about 20 feet long pulled up on the sand of the bay shore and next to it were 4 SeaDoos. We got out and walked toward the pontoon boat and about then she stood up from a lounge chair on the deck. This was the most perfect girl I had ever seen. We all just stood there and stared at her perfect body. Her hair was waist length blonde and her eyes were so blue you could see them shining from 20 feet away which is where we were. She had perfect tits, not too big and not too small with nipples that were poking at her bikini top just enough to see them.
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Her ass was perfect and I mean perfect. She was tan to a golden bronze and she shined just a little from the sun tan oil on her body. That was it for me, I was in love. Died and in heaven, this girl was just too hot to believe and I was looking right at her. Scott spoke up and asked if she was renting the SeaDoos which she was so she proceeded to give us all the details and cost.
I pretended to listen but just stood next to her and breathed as deep as I could in order to smell her. The guys gave her a sob story about not having enough money and she made us an offer. Because it was getting late she would let us ride for half price if we would help her put the boats back on the trailer when we were through.
We agreed whole heartily and she said she would call her boyfriend and tell him not to come down to the launch tonight. She told us her name was Ginger and gave us final instructions and took our money. We were to ride for a half hour and then she would take the pontoon boat across the bay to the boat launch where the trailer was parked. We were to fallow on the SeaDoos and load them for her then she would bring us back across to our car on her pontoon boat.
Off we went on our wet adventure but I just keep thinking about Ginger and her perfect tan body. Soon we saw Ginger driving the pontoon boat away from shore and we fell in behind her and played in the small wake made by the boat. Because we were now cursing at a slow speed we gathered close enough together to talk to each other.
We laughed and talked about how nice it would be to get a piece of her. The 20 minuet cruise across the bay was filled with very graphic talk of what we would do with her sweet body if given the chance. When we reached the other side we all jumped off our boats in the cool water to relieve the hard-ons. That could have been embarrassing but we got over it quick. The boats were loaded quickly on a large trailer that held them all and Ginger pulled them out and parked her truck and locked it. I had to sit down and cover with a towel.
We motored away from shore and Ginger offered us a beer from the cooler on the front deck. We drank and talked to Ginger as she drove. The sun was setting and a red glow filled the sky to give everything a new tint.
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I was lying on my bed alone in my flat watching television one evening, when the phone rang. It was Rina, a girl I had been dating a few times. Rina was quite a looker — a brunette with shortish hair, great boobs, long legs and a personality to go with it. As for me, being a student at the time, I was reluctant to tie myself down to just one woman.
I was playing the field. I was merely enjoying the ride! Rina was living with her parents at the time, but they were out of town, so she had the whole mansion to herself. Her family was financially quite well-off. They had this beautiful house with a lovely pool. Estelle, her friend, was a stunning girl, with long pitch black hair, great boobs and legs that went on forever! So I took this as an opportunity to get to know her. When I got there, I found the two of them sitting on a three seater swing chair next to the pool.
They looked absolutely stunning in their bikinis as they were sitting there, sipping wine. I could not believe my luck! I was having them both to myself for the whole evening! But that was certainly not going to stop me from trying! Grab a glass of wine and come take a seat! Just the underwater light of the pool was on, so the lighting was nice and low. I poured a glass of wine and stripped down to my swimming trunks that I was wearing under my jeans.
I looked around for a chair, and as the other chairs were on the other side of the pool, I boldly went and sat down between the two of them on the three seater swing. My boyfriend, Jerry, has a weekly poker game with his friends. This week it was being held at our house. They invited me to play a few hands with them. I was up several hands when Jerry suggested a twist to the game. Did I feel up to strip poker? I won a few more hands and the guys started to strip.
There was plenty of exposed male flesh around me to start some tingling. I lost the next several hands and was down to my bra and panties. The next hand came down to a show down between me and one of the guys named Hank. My three aces did not beat Hanks full house and my bra came off. I was feeling a little exposed and aroused at the same time. I was topless in front of five men. The next hand came down to me and Jerry. I had a straight flush and was feeling very confident when Jerry suggested that we up the ante. Rather than playing for chips, we play for a sexual favor.
The winner picked what it would be. Looking at my cards again, I agreed. I was already planning what I was going to ask for, when Jerry laid down his royal flush. I looked at him with shock, anticipating what he might ask for. He told me that his request had two parts. The first part was that I would give him a blow job. I thought I had gotten off easy until he told me that all the guys would be watching. I was both scared and aroused. Jerry reminded me that a bet is a bet and he had won.
Dressed in only my panties, I got on my knees in front of Jerry. He was already hard and waiting. As I took him into my mouth the guys lined up behind me to watch. They had a perfect view of my ass up in the air as I pulled Jerry deeper into my mouth. His cock grew larger and harder in my mouth and I could tell he was on the verge.
He told me he wanted to cum in my mouth. A few seconds later, he shot his load down my throat. I continued to suck him and milked every drop from him. I was hoping the guys would soon leave so that Jerry and I could move the bedroom and continue. Jerry then reminded me that his request had two parts.
When he told me the second part of his request, I looked at him with shock. I never expected him to say he wanted me to suck the cock of every guy there. Shock mixed with lust when Jerry told me to turn around. I saw that every guy had stripped and had been jerking off while watching me blow Jerry. I saw the variety of sizes and shapes and cocks and felt fire down in my pussy.
I had five men who wanted me and were ready. Any opportunity that I have to get a stranger to touch me just drives me crazy. Knowing what might happen at the show got me turned on, and I kept pressing him for details of the event. He was opening a motorcycle shop and hosting a big party with lots of his biker friends. He wanted me to do a private show for some of his special customers, and had set up a special room in the back of the shop.
We agreed on terms and conditions, and I marked the date on my calendar. We sealed the deal with a wonderful evening of sex and alcohol, and I was even beginning to have feelings for my new biker friend, Dave. I packed several outfits in my bag, and drove over to the shop. Dave let me in, and we shared a deep kiss. He checked out my outfits and approved. We had some fun taking some sexy photos on the bikes. Before we were finished, some of the guys who were invited to the party started showing up.
When they walked in, I was topless, leaning back on one of the bikes, legs spread wide apart, with just a tiny scrap of a bikini bottom covering my crotch. Apparently I was the surprise entertainment for the afternoon, and they just stood and stared. So I kept the bikini bottoms on — even so, those last few shots were great. I changed my outfit for the opening.
Dave and I agreed I should wear my leather bra top with the nipples open, black thigh-high leather boots, and a pair of tiny leather shorts — so short and tight, my butt cheeks peeked out in the back. I had a great time talking to the guests, all men, and serving them beers. Occasionally someone would pinch my nipples or slap my bottom, and of course, this just made me hot and wet. A few of the guys posed with me for pictures. For these, I removed my top, so they could cover my tits with their hands. As the time for the show approached, I went into the back room and got my outfits together.
I was planning a regular strip show, which would wind up totally nude. Of course, I would also offer lap dances, to anyone who was bold enough. The guys began coming into the room where a makeshift stage had been set up. There were some chairs and room for standing as well. The music started and I began to dance. Folks let their hair down and do things they would never do the rest of the year. Of course, Sally planned on doing something she did the rest of the year as well…fuck strangers. Sally is a voluptuous former cheerleader with short blonde hair and dancing blue eyes.
At age 47 her figure is fuller than it was during her cheerleading years. But like a fine wine that body has gotten more delicious as it aged. She has large round breasts that still stand firm, with nipples that get a half inch long when they are hard. Her belly is round and fertile. Her hourglass figure narrows at the waist and then widens at her broad hips.
There are few sights more pleasurable than seeing Sally on her elbows and knees with her round ass thrust in the air and her thighs spread, waiting for a hard cock to plunge into her pussy. Sally and I got married around six years ago. She had been married before for nearly ten years and had been faithful for the whole time of her first marriage. But after her divorce she became a true swinging divorcee. By the time I met her, she was in her prime. If she liked her date she fucked him. She had been with both married and single men.
We hit it off, dated for a year and then got married. When we screwed I sometimes had her tell me about the different men she had fucked before she met me. I was amazed at how hard it made me. One of the first fantasies Sally shared with me was about her being in a threesome with another man and me. The two of us were walking on a nude beach when we came upon a fisherman. Sally began flirting with him and he soon was kissing her and fondling her large breasts. While I watched, she then got on her knees on the beach and he entered her from behind.
After the fisherman came inside her, she than invited me to have sloppy seconds. This first fantasy was followed by another where she was in a beach house with me and four of my friends. Each night she would go to sleep on a couch in the living room. All through the night each of us would wake her and fuck her, living her lying there with her legs spread and our cum leaking out of her pussy. I was surprised at just how horny these fantasies made me. Then, two years ago, we decided to make fantasy a reality.
After her first threesome, Sally became almost insatiable. Soon she had her first gang bang, and then another. By the beginning of she had fucked many strangers while I watched and participated. Canal Street was too crowded during the parades so we took the streetcar out to St. One of the biggest parades was Bacchus. It was at night and we had slipped into warmer clothes since it was chilly. Sally wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck Without a bra and tight jeans. The nipples of her large tits made little bumps in the turtleneck fabric and you could see the V of her pussy through her pants.
There was a surreal carnival-like atmosphere to the evening. Sally saw a man walking with several very long necklaces on. Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed.
My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the teenagers for the five week trip. Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three teenagers, Jessica 12 , Todd 9 , and Mike 6. We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion.
The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping. On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours.
I had entered the house from the front which was the second story in the back and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil. My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same. Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus.
She walked over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt. As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants. Here I was in the middle of a Bachelorette Party dancing naked in front of and among dozens of young and middle aged women.
All were trying to grab my erect cock or my bare ass. When they did they stroked me up and down or proceeded to slide their lips around it and suck on it or run their hands all over my body. Between the two Viagra I had taken and the manhandling I was sporting an enormous erection that curved to the left. The circumcised tip was a bright purple from being so engorged with blood for so long.
Also the fact that my cock is 10 inches long and 2 inches thick was attracting a great deal of attention from the ladies. I had three companions, but I was the only amateur. The other three, Jerry, Tronzell and Vince, were professionals. They belonged to a company known as the Dancing Bears and this is what they did for a living.
They would show up at clubs, halls, or homes where women were having celebrations: They wanted to include some sexually oriented entertainment in their celebration. The name was a play on words: Dancing Bears meaning really Dancing Bares. And naked they got… right away… despite whatever headpieces and costumes they started out with. The women wanted male nudity and nude entertainment. They especially wanted big naked male cocks and well-built bodies to play with.
So, how had I gotten this job? My wife, Jennifer, had signed me up. It was one of her best friends, Marie, who was putting this bachelorette party together for one of her other friends who was about to be married. The future bride, Morgan, had never had a wild day in her life, and she had been talked into having a wild bachelorette party as one last fling before she got married. A hall had been reserved for all of her female friends along with alcohol and other refreshments.
A DJ had been hired to play dance party music. And a line of sexually oriented gifts had been purchased to embarrass the bachelorette. Marie and my wife, Jennifer had discovered the Dancing Bears via the Internet. Seeing some video footage sealed the deal. They were out to show Morgan and their other friends an awesome bachelorette party. They hired four of the Dancing Bears and interested many of their friends in coughing up the bucks to make this happen. The women had paid for four men and wanted four naked men. Now you have to know that both Jennifer and I have entertained fantasies of participating in amateur stripping contests.
I was finally able to talk Jen into going down to a local strip club and taking all of her clothes off in front of the wildly cheering male audience. She had told me that after she got into the music and the crowd wildly cheering her on she thoroughly enjoyed all the admiring attention as one by one pieces of her clothing dropped to the stage.
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And she was surprised at how much she got into the raucous attention and the excitement; she just stopped feeling anxious about her body. At the end of her performance she actually laid on her back and spread her legs wide so that every guy got a good look at her pink pussy. She had said it was a total rush. She even enjoyed the touches and grabs from the male audience as she stepped off the stage and headed through them to the dressing room nude.
So Jen just signed me up to take the place of the missing Dancing Bear. She contacted Jerry, the lead dancer, and he agreed to take me on for the night. Because of the short two-day notice I was invited by Jerry to practice at a dance studio at which the guys practiced. The bachelorette party was going to be the next night so I had to get ready in a hurry. I asked what to bring and Jerry said nothing; after all I was going to dance nude.
When I got there I discovered that Tronzell and Vince were there too. Jerry was a blond Nordic-looking guy, Tronzell was a muscular black guy, and Vince or Vinnie was a muscular dark Italian guy. To my surprise there were a bunch of college girls who had been using the dance studio for cheerleading exercises. Jerry had invited them to stay and watch. Jerry wanted me to get over being self-conscious quickly. We all stripped and changed in front of these girls, who let out catcalls while we got naked. I watched the three guys bump and grind their way over to the girls.
The girls hooted and hollered as the guys gyrated up to them. One of the girls ran over to the studio door and locked it and pulled down the shades. With the proper confident attitude and a willingness to engage the women as if they wanted to fool around, Vince, Tronzell, Jerry and even I were soon naked with the college girls playing with our cocks, kissing us, rubbing their bodies against us and a few even volunteering to suck on our dicks.
In a large group like that the women seemed to lose their normal inhibitions and were willing to play around sexually; they would egg each other on. I was pleasantly surprised that women in a group behaved like men did at a strip club. And when it got hard they seemed to find it hard to keep their hands, tongues, and lips off of my cock. One girl even tried to get me to cum by sucking on me and jacking me real fast. I almost did but resisted at the last minute before cumming into her mouth by doing my Kegel squeezes.
I found out later from Jerry that cumming is fine but it can spoil the show as your cock gets softer.
The women want a show of large hard cocks. When I heard that last one I was surprised. Jennifer had told me that it could get kind of wild at the strip clubs that had male dancers to entertain women, but I never heard her say anything about the women themselves going that far. But I figured, hey, she had signed me up for this job. Vince, Jerry, Tronzell, and I are all getting suited up in the Dancing Bear outfits in a room off the main hall. Through the walls I can hear the music playing and the DJ entertaining the ladies. Every so often I hear wild screaming as the ladies either laugh or call out at something the DJ has said or done or something one of them has done or said.
Jerry, seeing me having problems, just tells me to forget the thong.