I turned 18 between my junior and senior years in high school, and I spent a lot of time at my friend Denise’s house with her and her family.
One weekend Denise’s Uncle Fred came to stay with them after just getting out of the Navy. Denise’s dad was going to give him a job at his construction company, and he was going to get his own place as soon as he could.
One night Fred and I were watching TV. Everyone else had gone to the movies, but the flick they’d gone to see didn’t appeal to either of us, so we stayed home. We were sitting side by side on the sofa, and I was half leaning on Fred’s shoulder when I dozed off. When I woke up again my head was on his lap, and he was kind of pushing at it as he moved his hips up and down.
“You have a lump in your pants,” I said calmly, and he froze. “It’s okay,” I told him. “I’m 18, and it’s not the first hard-on I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you want to see it?” he asked, sounding a little nervous. I nodded, so he pulled his zipper down and his hard cock bounced into view.
My name is April. I have blonde hair, green eyes and a good figure.
When I was 18 and in my first year of college I worked part-time as a lab technician. At that point I was still a virgin. I had given head a few times to various guys, but had never actually had sex.
One of my coworkers was a guy named Bud. He was nice, and we got along well together. Even though he was 35 years old and married, we often hung out and confided in each other.
Bud and I worked in a small room, where we would collect and analyze blood samples, so we had plenty of opportunity to talk when things were slow. One day I told him frankly that I was kind of attracted to him, and he said he thought I was pretty hot too. He added that he’d never have thought a girl like me would be interested in a guy like him in a million years. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I shivered with excitement as the touch of him sent thrills down my spine.
I’m a 19-year-old college sophomore, five feet two, with long blonde hair, green eyes and a light spattering of freckles that seem to drive guys crazy. Men are always telling me how pretty they think I am. I know they just want to fuck me, but even so, I get a good feeling when guys hit on me. I’ve even had to go home and change my panties because I get so excited sometimes. But in spite of this, until about six months ago I somehow managed to hold on to my virginity. I gave a lot of hand jobs and some blowjobs too, but I never actually went all the way.
It was shortly before my 19th birthday when I went on vacation with my parents to visit to some relatives in Florida. On my first night there my cousin Howie took me to meet a couple of his friends. As soon as he introduced us I began to get an excited feeling. Though both of the guys were good looking, one of them, Cary, really caught my eye. At one point I was feeling so aroused that I had to excuse myself and go outside.
I was standing there in the dark when Cary followed me out. “What’s up?” he asked me.
“Oh, nothing,” I said. “I just feel a little weird.”
“No need for that,” he said, and he took my arm and pulled me back inside.
When I was 18 and went off to college, it was arranged that I should stay with an old friend of my mother’s named Ellie, who happened to live in the town where the college was located, along with her second husband, Ned. I didn’t care much for Ellie, who turned out to be kind of a sourpuss, but Ned was very nice and welcomed me with open arms. I am five feet four inches tall and have a pretty nice body that gets a lot of attention from men of all ages. I loved the attention, but at that time I was still a virgin.
One night after I’d been there for a week or two, I woke up in the middle of the night and wandered into the kitchen to get a snack. While there I heard the sound of voices from the rec room in the basement, and I tiptoed down there to see what was going on. Just before I reached the door, I heard a woman’s voice moaning. I peeked in, and there on the big TV screen I saw a blonde having sex with two men. One guy was fucking her while the other was pumping his cock into her mouth. But what really shook me up was that the blonde was almost the spitting image of me!
My wife Amy used to be a very shy person. It took her a while to agree to try a nudist resort, but once she did she found she was very comfortable being naked among like-minded people, and that she enjoyed admiring the guys and was pleased when they stopped and talked with her.
I was really proud of how far she had come, and since she had become so much more open, I wanted to see just how far she would go. To my delight, I found that she could really go wild when the time and place were right.
About six months ago we were at a nudist resort, enjoying the pool, when a man named Hal came over and started talking to us. He was around our age, just past middle age, and he started telling us about his house, which wasn’t far away. He said he had a very secluded back yard, so that he could be nude outdoors whenever he wanted. Then he said we could come over to visit anytime we wanted. He was obviously attracted to Amy, and it gave me ideas. We got his number, and several weeks later we called and went to see him.
Last month I treated Jodie, my wife of 15 years, to a vacation in Cancun. It wasn’t exactly the cheapest of trips, but the look of delight on Jodie’s face when I told her made it worthwhile. I promised to make it a time to remember—and boy, was it ever, though not in the way I’d envisioned.
On our first day there, everything was perfect. The hotel and the weather were both great. Jodie sunned herself by the hotel pool while I made frequent trips to the bar. At one point I started up a conversation with two guys in their mid-20s, whose names were Ted and Chet. We talked about a lot of things, and the conversation eventually veered toward poker, which it turned out we all played. That was when some college-age guy came over and joined in. He introduced himself as Norm and said he was down there with some of his frat buddies. He’d heard us talking poker, and now began boasting about his skill at the game, in a pretty cocky way.
Now I’m a pretty good poker player myself, and I thought this might be a good opportunity, not only to take the kid down a few pegs, but to make some extra money in the process. I talked the guys into a “friendly little game” that I intended to clean up on. We agreed to get together that night in Norm’s room for the game.
My wife Daisy is generally quite modest and conservative, though I often wish she wasn’t. Daisy is 44 years old, five feet seven and weighs 130 pounds. She has short sandy hair and very nice figure, with really incredible 38D breasts. We have been married for 21 years, and last June I decided to take her on a trip to Jamaica for our anniversary.
As it turned out, our hotel was located near a clothing-optional beach. Now of course my dear Daisy wasn’t about to walk around nude, and she kept her swimsuit on despite all my begging and pleading. For the first two days she flatly refused even to remove her top, but when she saw that nearly every woman on the beach was topless, if not completely naked, she reluctantly considered it, and on the third day she very tentatively bared her breasts. She was still embarrassed, but I told her to relax, and that she should be proud of her beautiful breasts. She kept complaining that people were staring at her, and in fact I did notice a group of three young local men checking her out. Apparently they were into mature women from the States.
The contrast of Daisy’s pale breasts with the tan she had picked up the last two days was very erotic to me, and I knew those young guys appreciated it too. When I went to get us some more drinks, I stood in line behind one of those guys and struck up a conversation with him, during which he admitted that he and his friends were attracted to my wife, and said he hoped I hadn’t taken offense.
I am a 32-year-old woman of Greek descent. I have dark curly hair, dark eyes, an olive complexion and a very nice figure. I was raised in an Orthodox household by very strict parents, so it was no wonder that I was a real prude until I met my husband, Steve. Steve is a wild, crazy American of Irish descent, who is outgoing, good looking and loves to drink. We married when I was 27, and since then he has turned me into a total nymphomaniac, doing things and wearing clothing that I never would have contemplated before. Steve taught me to be proud of my body and my sexuality, and to relax and enjoy myself while I can, because life is too short.
I now wear short skirts or short shorts to show off my legs when I go out in public. I also like to wear tight tops without a bra. At pools and at the beach my bikinis are tight, tiny and sexy, and I keep my pussy nicely trimmed to allow me to wear even more revealing outfits.
I went from straight missionary sex to giving oral sex at a crowded party, which is actually how this all began. Steve had gotten me drunk at a party one night, and we were making out in a corner. He was feeling me up, and he put my hand on his crotch to show how horny he was.
At 21 I started my freshman year at college, and within a few days my roommate Brenda had informed me about which fraternity houses and off-campus dormitories were party houses, the places where a girl was most likely to get laid. Brenda knew all about them, since she had attended the summer semester, and she was a 21-year-old slut. She had started by dating one guy, but one night she got drunk and had sex with one of his frat brothers, as well as with him. After that it developed to the point where she’d hook up with them and they’d take turns having sex with her. She told me how one time they even did it in a park, on the hood of a car, while some local pervs stood around watching and jerking off.
One night Brenda took me to a party at her favorite frat house. After we’d had a couple of drinks Brenda ran into a guy she knew, and they disappeared upstairs. Then another guy, named Walt, began talking to me. He said he didn’t think he’d ever seen me before, and I told him it was my freshman year. As we were talking I noticed people going in and out of the basement. I asked Walt what was down there, and he shrugged. “It’s like party central down there,” he answered. “But I really wouldn’t suggest you go down. It gets pretty wild.”
My wife and I have been married for almost 20 years, and it has been wonderful. I love her totally, and she loves me. We’re best friends and do everything together.
Our love life was always very good, but like everything, after 20 years things started to get routine. We spiced it up with dirty talk, and it seemed that when I told her my fantasy of watching her fuck another guy, we both had the best orgasms. I’d be fucking her really hard and she’d start to tell me about all the things she would do with another guy. When she did that, we both had powerful orgasms.
This led me to believe that she wanted it as much as I did, but she always denied it. Still, we were doing this dirty talk for a long time, and it was working, so I was happy with it, even without any reason to think it might lead to anything more.
A few months ago my wife came home incredibly horny. She asked me to come upstairs and help her take her boots off. That wasn’t an unusual request from her, so I didn’t think anything of it till we got upstairs, when she pulled me into the bathroom and proceeded to fuck me silly!