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Alyssa had just finished the long drive home from college, the freedom and being away from her parent's strict rules was exactly what she needed to start opening up socially. She had just finished up her junior year and was returning home to see her brother Johnny for the first time in three years. As her car pulled into her parents' driveway, she felt a small smile spread across her face as she spotted the back of Johnny's head through the kitchen window, his head bent forward, even from where she was sitting it was obvious he was hard at work. Even though they had similar personalities growing up, Alyssa took after her mother with her shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, a small button nose. Johnny looked like their father, brown mousy hair that always looks messy, brown eyes emphasised by large thick black-rimmed glasses and a large nose. Using her key to unlock the front door and calling out for her brother and parents, Johnny came around the corner and pulled her

As explained earlier I was successful in my A Levels. On results day a group of us went out to celebrate. We ended up back at the pub Dave ran. He had the night off so he could get on it with us. We had a lock in and I don't really know what happened but I woke up the following day on his kitchen floor. Dave still lived with his mum. So really, I woke up on Beckys kitchen floor, and really Becky woke me up on her kitchen floor. "Good night then by the looks of it!!" She borderline shouted at me, wearing nothing but a tight vest top and very short gym shorts. "Cup of tea?" She then asked in a gentler tone. "Please" I throatily responded. "This is embarrassing." I continued. "Well it's gonna get worse for ya." Becky retorted. "You know you're naked from the waist down, at least you passed out face first." She was giggling, not at all fazed by a naked 18 year old lump sprawled in her kitchen. It was just as well see

As the door swung open Cherine quickly listened to make sure her mom was at work. She turned and smiled at LC they were alone for the rest of the afternoon. As she gave him a quick smirk he forcefully pushed her against the wall. As he started kissing her - the thought immediately popped into his mind; she is way out of his league. He pinned her hands, shoulder height against the wall. The afternoon sun was shining on the golden highlights in her auburn hair. He leaned close as he continued kissing her. His tongue gently touching hers. He would alternate softly licking the edges of her lips, something he knew that drove her wild. As she stood there helplessly pinned against the wall she couldn't resist looking for more physically. She had always been a good girl. Never broke the rules but since she started dating LC she just didn't give a damn about rules or about being 'proper' anymore. Her grades dropped, she stopped playing sports and her mom went crazy when she fo

Holiday Nights Two weeks in sunny Fuerteventura, two weeks of sun, sea and sex. Annie, Emma and myself were staying at a lovely hotel in the coastal town of El Coto with its beautiful nudist-friendly beaches. We arrived at our hotel late in the afternoon just enough time to unpack, change clothes and a wander around the locality. We finally ended up in an inviting bar to relax in the glow of the setting sun. In no time at all we were joined by six guys from Madrid who insisted on buying another round of drinks. They recommended a good restaurant for dinner and insisted on picking us up at our hotel and escort us there. Six gorgeous looking guys, we were not going to refuse. After a couple of hours, we said our goodbyes and made our way back to our hotel for a quick shower and to pick out something to wear. I went for my red dress just above the knee but slashed at the side to the top of my thigh, plus a plunging neckline of course. Annie wore a beautiful extremely short white dress,

The room is small and warm. The sun shines through the crack in the blinds and the music brings sounds of Thailand. The man listens. He listens for her, but for now he can hear only music. His brow sweats under the blindfold and his wrists sting where has she tightly tied him to the edge of the massage table. His palms face up as if in a mercy beg and his chest falls and rises rapidly. The woman sits behind him. She admirers her rope work. She has prepared him well. She admirers the thick dark hair on his head and around his private parts, which contrast with his too white skin. She admirers his flaccid penis. She knows he is waiting for her. Her hair is pushed back and up, a blonde bush at the back of her head. Her neck and shoulders are bare and she wears a lilac sarong. It is tied above her breasts and the thin material covers down to her ankles, although now the cloth is parted as she crosses her legs. On the front of the sarong is clipped a rainbow diamond, the fake diamond that

Seducing John "Keep going, John! I'm almost there." Those were the last coherent words I spoke before the first orgasm hit me and all I could do was squeal in pleasure. John's massive body was on top of mine. I had my legs scissored around his and my hands were pulling on his buttocks as he rammed hard into me. He was supporting himself on his arms or I would have been crushed. All I could see was his upper chest, and if I rolled my eyes upwards the underside of his chin. It was so much better than the first time when John had been so aroused that he came almost before he had fully penetrated me. That was two hours ago. Now John was holding back. I could tell it was an effort for him, but he was trying hard to make sure I was satisfied before he was. That shows his love and I love him for it, even if at the moment I cannot think consciously because I am lost in the passion of our coupling. I had three more orgasms before John couldn't restrain himself anymore an

CHP 1 -- IN WHICH MICKY BUYS SOME DIRTY KNICKERS FROM ROSY. My name is Micky Feather. I have recently completed fifty revolutions of the solar system. I am a long-time divorcee, with a distant son, and severely aged parents. I work nights as a security guard in a biscuit factory. When not guarding biscuits, I pass the time watching television with a small black cat in a one bedroom apartment block overlooking a motorway. But then this happened. Early one night, during the first of my many lone patrols through the odious oat smelling factory, whilst vaping into an extractor fan in the corner of the darkened R&D lab, on a sudden and unexpected middle-aged whim, I Googled the phrase 'used underwear for sale'. And moments later, having arrived at the most reputable looking of the many sites listed, I found myself gazing wide eyed in awed wonder at an image of a pair of plain pink cotton panties covering the tiny perfect peachy arse of a nineteen year old Spanish student going

This is my first story and English is not my native language. Please let me know if you like it. I was sitting in café as usual. It has been a habit since I broke up with my boyfriend. We had a wonderful connection, but sex was not even OK. He couldn't use condoms and I was allergic to all hormonal methods, so the only possible way I was not getting pregnant was to pull out. What left me without an orgasm. And a "fun fact" -- I can't get orgasm when I am masturbating, I can get something similar, but never a full relief. So, as I said, I was sitting in café as usual, drinking my soda (I hate alcohol). I had my app-controllable vibrator in again, this one what has a g-spot vibrator inside and a small clitoris sucking thing outside. I also had my sexy body on, what kept the vibrator nicely in place. It has been tradition for me to get all hot and ready with a long foreplay in café and my way home and then trying to get off somehow at home. And app controllable vibrato

It took me a week. A week of "what the fuck did I fucking do??" and disgust and longing, promising that I'd never do it again, bagging up my ex-wife's lingerie to toss out, only to pull it out and admire it again. It was only one week of this battle before I found myself slipping into those slutty panties, still stained with the dried pre-cum from my excitement of that fateful night. I'd never planned for any of that to happen. It had been a lark, a fun, naughty silly thing to do, dressing up as a woman and going out to a club for some fun. Instead, I'd graduated from dancing to giving not one, but two blowjobs to complete strangers in the span of a single night. I'd gone home from the club and laid in bed, still wearing the soaked panties and the bra, though I'd taken the rolled socks out on the way home. The feeling of those silky things against my skin and the indulgent feeling had been delicious. Eventually I'd wriggled out of the panties and