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Simon walks up the small staircase in front of the big, old house and rings the doorbell. Simon's older brother, Peter, lives in the house with several friends. Peter have told Simon about their open attitude towards clothing and sex and Simon is anxious, or actually quite nervous, but also curious, now that he is visiting the collective for the first time. He is glad that he already knows Peter and Peter's girlfriend Johanna.

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Brenda was my first true slut, or more accurately, the first inexperienced women that I trained to be my personal piece of ass. She was a dumb little bitch, but just what I needed after a brutal divorce. About 5'2", 115 pounds, bigger than average tits (actually, quite impressive tits, a real head turner above the waist) a delightful bubble butt, and a small, blond pussy with very tiny labia.

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'Drink?' 'Sure!' – 'Yes please!' Heather and Kate spoke at the same time. They didn't really need another drink; they'd both had plenty at the nightclub. It had been several shots ago that what would happen tonight had become inevitable. Perhaps Kate was still a little nervous.

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This story may read like a fantasy, but the basic facts are 100% true. I’ve just added some dialogue to give the full flavor of what happened. It happened many years ago, but I’ve never forgotten. And, I kept a journal at the time, so I wrote it down within days. I still get excited thinking about it, and it is arousing to be writing it down to share now.

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He had noticed Sandra in the office building, once or twice. It would be difficult not to. She seemed to be all tits and ass, with a little brain. The kind Jeff hated. She looked like the sort of arrogant woman who expects all men to swoon at her feet just for a smile. Jeff found himself in one of the elevators with her, and to his amazement she started a conversation.

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I was working as a trainer and a masseuse at one of the big Vegas hotels, helping guests forget about their losses and their hangovers by at least trying to get them into some sort of shape and soothing their tense muscles. I had one guy who'd regularly come down to work out at the health club whom I liked, and soon he and I got to talking.

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He watched her climb from the pool, and the moonlight and underwater lights made her skin glow as the water dripped from her. He was mesmerized watching her, he was often mesmerized watching her. She was tall for a woman with long toned legs and her stomach was flat and firm with muscle below full, natural breasts that were almost impossible on her small frame.

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I have been flirting with Kevin for a few months now. I have a burning desire to get a look at the cock that makes such a gorgeous bulge in his tight jeans. I'd love to get that thing into my mouth and see if I can get a few good reactions from him. I like to get a man off. I love it when they are satisfied and shoot a big warm load down my throat, or wherever they wish to put it. There is just one problem; I can't get him to allow me to give it a go.

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As Jenny rolled lazily onto her back she could still, with each breath, sense the sweet saltiness of Mike's semen and the tang of his after-shave that lingered about the satin sheets and pillows of her rumpled bed. It had been a wonderful weekend that had seemed to last forever and it had all begun with a chance encounter in the super-market.

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Leaning my head against the steering wheel I decided that I'd just lived the worse day of my life. At this point I couldn't think of any way possible for it to get worse, except for maybe a building falling on my head. As far as that possibility went I'd just make sure I stayed near only one-story buildings that way maybe it wouldn't kill me. Laughing at myself I closed my eyes thinking that all I wanted to do right now was sleep for about a year.

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