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Sandra looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing down her little black dress. The nervousness she was feeling didn't seem to show at all, but she wasn't certain if she would be able to keep up the façade of coolness, or if she would be able to go through with this. She ran her eyes up and down her reflection, pleased with what she saw, even after forty years.

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Kara entered her house a little unsteadily. She had just gone to the third Halloween costume party of the week and was drunk as well as fed up. The party had been her friend Christine's. "It's all the same, every year," she thought to herself. "I'm always the single woman at these damn things. I walk in, and everyone asks, 'Who did YOU bring, Kara?'

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"Perfect," she said out loud to no one. As if the night couldn't get any worse, now her costume was ruined. The piece of shit car had just barely held onto life long enough to chug and puff into the gas station before it died with one last horrible cough. She had put the hood up and tinkered around in there the best she could – Karen didn't know anything about cars except how to fill them with gas.

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Two on one. It almost wasn't fair. But who had the upper hand, really? Crystal struggled in Marcus's grasp. His powerful arms wrapped themselves around her own, bringing them behind her and making it impossible for her to move her upper half. Still, she had to try. It made the whole thing that much sweeter.

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I glanced around cautiously as I made my way up the narrow cobblestone path towards the imposing residence before me. Through the darkness of the night I could see the front door ajar, as a shaft of light spilled out over the front step accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of music and laughter coming from within. I began to wonder if I was making a mistake, but quickly dismissed the notion, silently scolding myself for such unfounded doubt.

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I'm not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I'm more like a man. I don't want a relationship, I don't want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn't it.

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Jason and I were at our usual meeting place at the creek. And as usual, I'd just finished sucking him off and we were enjoying the afterglow of sex. I was also waiting for him to recover so we could continue our sexual pleasures. He was lying on the blanket and I had my head on his belly playing gently with his soft cock and his testicles.

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Last Friday, something happened to me that I feel I must share with you and your readers. I am a graduate student at an Ivy League school, and with the workload that entails, I don't usually have the time to go looking for much adventure. But, this time adventure found me.

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The rhythmic fidgeting roused Adam from his sleep. Curious what was going on, he opened his eyes to see a strange woman straddling him with her back to him. She had long dark brown hair covering most of her otherwise naked body. She seemed uninterested in him as she fidgeted away, very quickly jostling up and down on him. Now fully awake, he could see her left arm making some kind of quick movements back and forth.

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Beth had been a good friend of ours ever since we had moved out to sunny Santa Monica two years earlier. My wife had met her at work when they were both receptionists at a mail order company. She and her husband Steve had often came over for dinner or met us for a movie. I had never cared for Steve as he was self-absorbed and bitter.

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