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I was in my first year at college. I was lucky in one respect to be living at home with my parents. It saved having to rent somewhere and as I needed to study it meant I didn't have to work in bars or as a waitress in the evenings. My boyfriend Pete was sharing a house with three other guys and as he had his own room we found plenty of time for sex.

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We pulled up to the deBoers' house half an hour before eight. We were supposed to be there at seven, but my mom had this thing about being "fashionably late." Dad parked on the street, and we all got out of the car, and headed up the block to the deBoer's well maintained front yard. Mom carried a crudites platter she'd spent all afternoon arranging, and Dad lugged a case of Schlitz.

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Chapter 1 Everyone told me college was unlike any schooling I had experienced before. My parents told me that, my teachers, my counselor, my older brother, just about everybody. And, now, as I started my freshman year, I was seeing that they were exactly right. It was adult, for one thing, you were on your own. I saw just how grown-up things were when I got to know my new roommate, Shannon. Especially when she told me she was bisexual.

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I had no appointments that day and, being the horny guy I am, decided to strip and stroke while surfing the net. I opened a favorite bisexual site and was looking at the sexy pics of guys sucking each other while their women watched and played with each other and my penis was nice and hard as I lightly stroked it and thought about how nice it would be if I could get my wife to join me in a bisexual foursome.

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Was this just another tease? Was it more? I know that I can be a little thick at times, but this sure seemed like an invitation, as barely veiled as her breasts were now. She leaned a bit further over my desk, pointing to numbers on the three papers she had spread out before me, turning them slightly to herself. Explaining to me in that lilting voice of hers, dripping with seduction, how some of my income could be made tax exempt by investing in bat guano or something.

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Andrew Ecallaw was 18 years old, he had never bothered going to college because he thought he’d done enough time at school. He didn't have a job and he lived with his mother, father and older sister Debbie. She was 21 and the good looking confident one of the family, she had just passed her collage exam's with straight A's and could have any job or guy she wanted.

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It was Thursday afternoon when I received a phone call from my buddy Rob. He asked me to meet him for a quick drink after work, something about some exciting news that he might have. I called Jenny my wife, told her I'd be running late, just in case she had anything special planned, and left the office at quitting time.

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I heard the door open and my wife came in. It was late but no later than her usual night of work. She walked into the bedroom and I could see in her eyes that she was frisky. I hoped I knew what would come next. She peeled her clothes off and left them in a pile beside the bed which creaked as she climbed onto it and straddled my head. Her strong thighs touched my cheeks as she steadied herself against the headboard.

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"No! For the last time, will you shut-up about this?" Rachel was scowling at her boyfriend who was laying in bed beside her. Dan still retained a mildly smug expression after their sex which had finished some minutes ago, although the truth was she had faked her orgasm. She wasn't proud of that but Dan always liked to make a big deal about making her climax and it was far easier to let him feel this way. Like many women she didn't often orgasm through penetration.

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On the third try I managed to get the key into the hole and unlock my apartment door. Amazing what half-a-dozen Malibu and Diet Cokes will do to a girl's head. I stepped inside with my two new pets hot on my tight little tail. I had decided that one cock just wasn't going to be enough for me tonight, so I brought home two.

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