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“You know Ginny”, Karla was telling her, “Bill once had to go away on business for two weeks, and I was climbing the walls if you know what
I mean honey!” “How have you put up with the frustration for four months?”
“Do you have a lover?”

“Oh no” Ginny quickly said, and with that she drank the rest of the second
Manhattan in one quick drink.

About this time the waitress came by and told us it was last call for
drinks.

“Honey”, I asked my wife, “would you like one more before they close?”

“Bill, why don’t we just go get a bottle and some mix, then the three
of us can go back to our room and not worry about closing time”, my
wife said, as she winked her eye at me.

“Okay, Ginny would you like to go with us? You said you were still
thirsty and Karla and I will make sure you get home whenever you
want”, I asked Virginia.

“Geesee, youse guys are really a great couple”, Ginny slurred, the
two quick Manhattans having done the job on her. “I juslt dount feel
like calling it a night yet.” “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

“What are friends for Ginny”, Karla said to her, “Hell we don’t
have anything we have to do tomorrow, we’d love to have your
company…..and a few more drinks”, she added.

“Oh Ginny”, Karla said as we started to get out of the booth, “Hon,
I dropped my lighter, just go ahead and climb out over me and then
I can look for it”.

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I was so engrossed in sucking Gary’s cock that I didn’t even notice Robert
taking his clothes off. When I finally looked up, he was sitting stark naked
in a chair, smiling at me. I looked at his lap and could hardly believe my
eyes. Pointing straight up at the ceiling was the largest cock I’d ever seen.
It must have been eight inches long and thick, too! Robert had his hand around
it, stroking it.
I wanted to admire that magnificent cock, but Gary sat up and asked me to
turn around. Taking my eyes off Robert, I let Gary guide me to a new position.
This time he was lying on his back with me kneeling between his legs. Leaning
forward to suck his cock once again, I realized that Robert had a perfect
view of my ass – and that my wet pussy was an open invitation.

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Then they began kissing my nipples, and running their tongues across my
belly and into my belly button. Their tongues met on the tip of my pe-
nis as they were kissing the shaft on each side at the same time. (Two
tongues on my cock at the same time, and then an alternate seesaw
battle taking turns sucking and engulfing it) And always not being
able to more than guess where their hands were.

I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn’t
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally’s breasts, and in no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan’s belly with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan’s knees came apart as Sally lied down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan’s hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another climax.

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Playing the wide-eyed innocent, she looked back at me and asked,
“Do you want me on my knees now?”

“I think that would be appropriate,” I responded.

Marty was taken utterly by surprise (as I mentioned, I was known as
a rather conservative sort), but he was quick to understand the
situation. Lisa knelt before him and began to open the zipper on
his jeans. To her pleasant surprise, Marty wasn’t wearing
underwear, and his nearly erect prick was suddenly at her eye
level. As she wrapped her lips around it, she gazed into *my*
eyes, to show me how pleased (and excited) she was. I started to
open the door to leave them, but she reached out a hand and pushed
it back closed. “Stay,” she said, “there’s nothing you can’t see.”
Marty could only say, “oh.”

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The regulars might as easily found behind the bar as at it. If
someone hadn’t shown up for work or if whoever was tending bar had
to make a phone call, a customer often stepped into the breach.
Marty trusted several of us, and no one ever gave him reason not
to.

When Marty was there, the backroom office was nearly as busy a place
as the bar, with softball schedules and strategies being planned,
or picnics, or chats. The door was never unlocked, though. Too
often, Marty and someone would be in there smoking a joint, and we
*were* careful about that.

If you’ve known any bar or nightclub owners, you know that it’s
common practice for them to visit other similar stablishments. It
seems just to be part of the culture. I used to take Lisa to
Mario’s (no one had any idea who Mario was — the place had been
named that when Marty bought it, from a guy named Dave — the origin
of the name was lost in time) fairly frequently. Often, we’d stop
in there after she’d closed her place up for the night. Mario’s
was usually open to regulars well “after hours.” Only the small
reading lamps behind the bar, over the bottles and the till, would
be on, so as not to advertise its status, but if you knocked and if
they knew you, they’d open the door.

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Some of the things she told me, always in a teasing sort of way
(she’s great at teasing), were hard to believe; they were almost
always a turn-on, though. Among other things, nothing turned her
on like the notion of a strange prick (“prick’ was her word — I’ve
always thought it a silly word, but since it’s what she used, I’ll
use it here). She loved strangers, especially teenage boys (she
was in her mid-thirties at the time), she said. And often more
than one at a time. She also liked women occasionally, but she
never felt as powerful, she said, as when she was on her knees with
two or three or four eager pricks vying for her mouth.

“Wouldn’t I like to see that?” she often asked as we were making
love. I wasn’t so sure. My ambivalence was composed of about
equal parts jealousy and insecurity and prurience. Our
relationship had become, over time, a deeply emotional one.
Her wisdom lay in not pressing the point; she kept tantalizing me
with stories of some of her bolder past sexual escapades and, at
the same time, reassuring me that it was neither necessary to
participate in anything similar nor to hear about them. Still, her
evident excitement as she related such stories to me was a
significant aphrodisiac for her, and that, in turn, had a strongly
stimulating effect on me.

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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
she told me. She held her bikini type top away from her
body allowing me to place the dollar bill inside it. As I
put the dollar inside her top I rubbed my fingers over her
nipple. She reached for my hand, pressed it to her tit,
and then moved my hand away. She smiled sexily and danced
away to another patron holding up a bill. As was usual,
the conversation turned to how much we would like to fuck
this dancer and all the usual talk that ensues after one
of these “close encounters”. After awhile, not feeling
much pain, thanks to the Coors, I held up another dollar
and Jen came over. I asked what time she got through and
she said that she finished dancing at 11:00 p.m. I asked
her if she wanted to go out after she got off and go for a
drink or get something to eat. She, somewhat to my
surprise, replied that she would like that and we could go
right after she got off.

Well, a couple of hours passed and it was finally 11
o’clock. She left the dance floor and went in the back
room to change into her street clothes. When she came out
I almost fell off the stool! She was wearing the tightest
jeans that I had ever seen, six inch spiked heels, and
what had to be the skimpiest halter top she could wear
without getting arrested. Her jeans were so tight that the
seam of the crotch was pulled up into her slit forcing her
cunt lips to bulge invitingly on either side of the seam.
My buddy nudged me with his elbow nodding his envious
approval. By now my cock was standing up straight and as
hard as the steel toe in my boot! She came over, smiled
sexily, took me by the arm, and we were on our way. She
said she didn’t mind if my buddies came along which was a
damned good thing since I had the only wheels! Her car was
being repaired and she had taken a taxi to work. We
grabbed a couple of six packs and ice on the way out and
filled the cooler in my van. I asked Greg, one the guys I
was with, to drive while Jen, Paul (my other buddy), and I
got into the back of the van. Jen elected to sit on the
floor so Paul and I sat on the couch (my van was fully
customized). Greg started driving around while Paul and I
talked to Jen about how long she had been dancing and
silly shit like that, trying to get a feel for where her
head was at. The soft red lights that were installed in
the van shined softly on her face highlighting her high
cheekbones and beautiful complexion. She was a good
looking girl and the lights made her look even better. I
slid off the couch and sat next to her. She was sipping a
beer and talking about how nice the van was. When the
conversation lulled she reached into her handbag and
pulled out a baggie with grass and rolling papers in it. I
normally don’t get high and so I kind of sat there not
saying anything. Paul, a real pothead, said “Allright, the
girls got some smoke!” She looked up and smiled at me and
then started rolling a joint. She lit up and took a couple
of deep hits before passing it to me. Not wanting to seem
like an asshole and not really giving a damn about smoking
because I was “ripped” from the beers, I took a couple of
hits and then passed it to Paul. “Good Shit” he said after
taking a couple of hits. Greg hollered for the joint and
we passed it to him and then back and forth until it was
completely gone. Jen rolled another one and we all passed
it back and forth, getting more and more stoned! Now I
don’t know good grass from bad grass, but I know I sure
got fucked up that night! Greg finally parked the van deep
in the woods, in one of our partying spots, and joined us
in the back of the van. We got more comfortable, me
sitting behind Jen with her sitting between my legs. As we
all talked and laughed I reached up under Jens top and
started fondling her tits. Her nipples quickly became hard
and erect. She tilted her head back towards me, smiled,
and kissed me lightly on the lips. All of us continued to
carry on some meaningless conversation for awhile. Greg
said that he had to take a piss and got out of the van.
Paul had to relieve himself also and went with Greg,
leaving Jen and I alone in the van. Jen threw her head
back and as I kissed her she thrust her tongue beep into
my mouth. As we kissed I ran my hand down her belly and
unbuttoned her jeans. I slid the zipper down and she
moaned softly. Our lips parted and she lifted her ass and
slid her jeans off. She had no panties on underneath and
in the dim light I could see that she had a shaven pussy!
My rod was rigid and rock hard, actually aching now! She
turned and started to unbutton my jeans. I raised my ass
and slid them off. She pulled off my underwear releasing
my aching cock and made a cooing noise before saying
simply “Ooooo Baby”! I pulled my tee shirt off as she took
off her halter top. These cute, pert tits stood out
perfectly and invitingly. Paul and Greg, thankfully, had
started a conversation outside and seemed to be engrossed
in it. Jen pushed me down on my back and started to kiss
my chest, slowly working her way down passed my stomach to
my rock hard cock. I reached underneath her and started
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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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