Sexy Scribe

I’ll never forget the night I had a friend’s party. Most of them were married. Their age was 16 to about 26. Most women had between 16 and 21. The party was a little wild, a lot of drinking and most women/girls making a little flash of their charms.

My only friend, his wife was 17, they had only been married for eight months. Of course he’d kissed her about six months before they got married. Anyway, she showed up one of her breasts, beautiful little farm with big nipples. Never both at once. She also sat or danced in a way that you would have a nice view of her tight bikini seeing through filmed panties. You’d even have a flash of her pubic hair through her panties, they were that movie. Almost as if she had nothing. He seemed to descend on her showing her charms to other men and women.

It was a typical afternoon Monday and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the bell rang. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend standing there. Come in.

Anna and I talked for a while and then she told me that she met this man and that he was amazing. Anna was recently divorced and has only been out for about 3 months now and she keeps me informed of her dates. Anna said she had been with this guy about 5 times now and he was amazing.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their house. She had chosen a very nice purple shade to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning and noticed that they had already started opening the door.

Mable enters the living room and sees them paint. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies while they shook sweat. Dean talked and told him to take a brush and start. Mable decided she’d better get rid of what she thought. She had been with Jake several times, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

It all started the day I first met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she had 5'6" Auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on an inclination with her legs up and she had a pretty short skirt. I was hoping we’d take a look at her skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.

“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.

We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.

Erica’s first year after university proved very disappointing for romance. She made friends, but she didn’t find anyone to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose a outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a belt of satin stockings. Then, a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and a skirt above the knee. Finally, a few medium heels, a custom jacket, a little light makeup and perfume. Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a bar on the north side that was not too busy. That night, the crowd was so small. It didn’t take him long to get the attention of a big blond. He wore a leather jacket and a black jeans. He hung on to his table with another bottle of beer she was drinking.

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.

Before I start, I should give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She’s 26 years old, she has a 5'3" 105lbs slim with long red hair flamboyant (a real redhead I could add!), blue eyes, and a set of stern red-lips made to suck the dick. She also has a nice 38B firm pair that just ask to be sucked and pressed. Its lower half is even better, measuring at a beautiful 36 inches with a meticulously cut pussy to expose its soft and tender lips. Julie also likes to give head & get fucked doggystyle. My wife can also sometimes be submissive. One of my fantasies is to watch my wife serve more than one man at a time. This is what happened a few weeks ago.

We’ve been walking around for several years when Tom, my husband, started talking about me, taking a black guy. I forced him to interfere, but deep down, I can’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It was always taboo when I grew up in a small southern town. I had always heard that black men were hanged well and that my husband was a little short in this department. I finally agreed to put an ad in our group of swingers to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked a guy who came across our city quite often since he was a cuckoo driver. We organized a meeting with Gene just to get to know each other a little bit and see if we all wanted to meet each other. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for the following week. I knew as soon as I saw this guy I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, big and beautiful and very nice too. When we went to say goodbye, he asked Hubby if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. I could feel his dick hardening in his pants and it seemed huge. I wanted to fuck him in the parking lot, but I didn’t want Hubby to know how excited I was, so he could step back. Finally, Tom joked: “You have better to calm down or we’ll never get there until next week.”

I’m the average child, with sisters, an older and a younger. My two parents are still married. My story happened five years ago when I was 15. My older sister, Susan, was 18 and my younger sister, Sara, 14. At the time, my two sisters were beautiful. (They turn off now) My elder had beautiful breasts, long legs, and a nice round ass. My youngest sister had started to bloom at 12 and had pretty big breasts for her age.