Sex Orgy Party

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“My names Ginny, Virginia really, but I liked to be called Ginny”, she

Walking together to the table, I admired how my wife was feeling up this
woman without her suspecting anything. As Karla walked she was talking and
running her hand across this gal’s sweet ass. God my dick was hard!

“Bill, this is Ginny”, “Ginny my husband Bill and my name is Karla”.

“Very glad to meet you Ginny, here slip in the booth, you can sit
between Karla and I, the waitress said the bartender wouldn’t serve
you anymore”, I said as I took Ginny’s arm and helped her into the booth.

Karla moved in closly to Ginny on her other side, and handed the woman
the Manhattan with the double shot.

Pussy pounder

With that Gary stretched out flat on his back and pointed to his cock. It
was standing straight up in the air and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do
with it. Spreading my legs, I climbed on top of him. I held my breath as he
grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his stiff cock. My pussy was well
lubricated with all of Robert’s cum, and Gary’s cock slid in easily. Instantly,
waves of pleasure raced through my body. Gary was right – this was what I liked
While Gary fucked me, Robert fondled my breasts. He ran his fingers all
over them, drawing little circles around my nipples. Every now and then, he
leaned forward and took one of them in his mouth. All of this was more than I
could stand – I had to cum. Grabbing Robert’s hand, I made him stroke my clit
while I slid up and down on Gary’s cock. I could feel a familiar pressure
building between my legs and the great electric rush that comes right before
Just then Gary came, shooting his load deep inside my pussy. I threw my
head back and screamed, experiencing one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever
felt. It seemed to last all night. When the ecstasy finally subsided, I fell
back onto the bed.

Teen chick gets good rodgering.

good rodgering
Taking his fingers out of me, Gary said, “Let’s really give him a show. Why
don’t you suck my cock for a while?” Gary lay down on his back and we got into
a sixty-nine position. While he went to work on my pussy, I undid his pants and
took out his cock. Looking Robert right in the eye, I gently kissed the tip of
Gary’s cock.
Meanwhile, Gary was really working me over. His tongue explored every inch
of my pussy, darting in and out of me. It was incredible! When he took my clit
between his lips and began to nibble on it, I thought I would scream. Wanting
to pay him back for some of the pleasure he was giving me, I took the tip of
his cock inside my mouth and began sucking on it. This drove Gary wild. He
thrust his hips up off the bed, sliding his cock down my throat. It felt so
good, there was no way I was going to stop – not now!

Hate Flying

Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two
hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in
first class started complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and the
drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two
blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy to shut him up.
Why do people think that the life of a flight attendant is all fun and
games? Jetting to Hawaii isn’t nearly as exciting when you have
to turn around and head to Kansas City half an hour later.

The only bright spot was the pair of babes in aisle thirty. I
could’ve sworn the dark-haired one, who looked Hispanic, winked at me the
last time I went by. Hey, they’re buzzing me.

“Don’t worry, Rina, I’ll get it.”
“Thanks, Mike, I’m crashing.”
“Don’t say that too loud.”
“Very funny.”

Hah. I crack me up. Well, let’s see what they want.
Probably just a pillow.

“Hi, honey.”
“Hello, ma’am, what can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s kind of complicated. See, my friend here, she’s always
wanted to be a pilot, and she’d really love to get a look at the
cockpit. It’s so quiet now, we thought it might be a good time.”
“Ummm…well, I’m not sure if the captain would approve of that,
“But you could ask, couldn’t you?”
“Sure thing. Just hold on a minute.”

Well, Tony didn’t seem to mind too much, since it was so quiet
and such a slow flight. So I brought them forward. Then things got
really weird.

“What’s your name, captain?”
“I’m Tony, miss, and my co-pilot here is Christopher, and that’s Mike,
your flight attendant, over by the door.”
“Must be pretty boring for you up here…”
“Well, we have to check the instruments fairly often – every twenty
minutes or so.”

The blond looked over at the Hispanic girl, and asked, “Do you
think twenty minutes is enough?” She replied, “Should be plenty.
Check your instruments, please, gentlemen.” and coolly, calmly,
started unbuttoning her shirt.

College Wild Party Girls

girls gone bad at college party
Chicago was receding quickly in the distance, its grid of
streetlights fading to a glow of patterned city blocks against the
deep black stillness of the lake. We climbed higher, gaining altitude
on the first leg of our trip across the Atlantic, bound for England at
Christmastime, December 1992.

She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white
against the metal of the armrests. We’d had a drink while waiting in
the airport, and she’d just ordered another from our flight attendant
in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though.
Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she’d relax enough to survive this
trip. I was matching her drink for drink…they were free, after all,
and we were on vacation.

“How are you doing?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’m fine. You know I love flying.”
“I hate you.”

She didn’t mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship
couldn’t be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to
be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too

Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was
thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of
Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more
and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we’d been
complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the
joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were
now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight
only added to our frustration. We’d gotten to that sad point when we
boasted about all the strange places we’d done it, and all the odd
people we’d done it with.

Sex At Party

Sex At Party
One night, Lisa and I had been out to dinner and we stopped by
Mario’s afterward. Marty was there — he was always there on a
Saturday night — and Angie was behind the bar. At dinner, I’d
mentioned to Lisa that it had been Marty’s birthday the day before
and that I wanted to drop in to buy him a birthday drink. She got
that look in her eyes and asked coyly whether I wouldn’t care to
give him a present he wouldn’t forget.

I knew what she meant, of course. I said, “Maybe. We’ll see.” I
only half meant it. I could tease as well as be teased, after all.

Nightclub Threesome

Although Lisa was married, we’d been seeing each other for some
time. “Seeing each other” might not be the most accurate
description, actually. It was an odd relationship, and it had
started oddly.

Lisa and her husband owned a restaurant/nightclub in my
neighborhood; I’d first wandered in there shortly after they’d
opened the place, and I soon became a “regular.” Regular enough
that, on occasion when the Maitre d’ hadn’t arrived, Lisa would
ask me help out, seating guests, etc. Or Stan, her husband, might
ask me if I’d run out to a supermarket when the kitchen suddenly
found they’d run out of some vital item. I sometimes helped them
close up, or on a slow night, might help out in the office, running
spreadsheets, or laying out a menu or promotional mailing (I was
far more computer-literate than they, and a far better editor,
although Lisa was trained as a graphic artist.) In fact, it was
that sort of collaboration that probably led to our first

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Two of my buddies and I were at the local Go-Go bar
checking out the action after a long, hard day walking the
steel in 95 degree weather. We were throwing down some
cold ones watching this long, lanky blonde strutting her
stuff. She had a great ass and legs but didn’t have much
in the way of tits. I motioned to her to come over and
held up a dollar bill. She headed our way, dancing, never
missing a beat, while giving us a sultry smile and running
her tongue over her lips. When she reached me I started
talking to her, asking her what her name was and all that
idle chat bullshit. Her name was Jen, short for Jennifer
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