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"Why aren't you having sex with Trevor?" asked Jen during lunch with her best friend. "If I had a housemate who was: a good looking guy, with a big cock, knew how to use it and liked to eat pussy .... I'd be fucking him two to three times a week. Maybe even two to three times a day on the weekends!" "You're such a slut!" replied Tina, laughing. "Believe me I've thought about it ever since I broke up with Steve two months ago.

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Lindsey woke at 11:30 a.m., groggy but not hung over. Her boyfriend Steve was passed out, naked, on the bed next to her. Lindsey shook him gently, but he didn't stir. There was a used condom on the bed, and she vaguely remembered him fucking her for a brief period before passing out the previous night.

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When I was a junior in college, I had an experience with two senior girls I would never forget. I had never really been one to put in a lot of effort at school, but when Melanie asked me if I'd like to come to her place and study for our biology exam with her and Lauren, I said yes in a heartbeat. Both girls were good friends of mine, but of course this didn't stop me from ogling at them, or even fantasizing about them as I masturbated.

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"Just to let you know, Lorrie," I said, before taking a deep breath so that I could complete my voice mail message. "My presentation this afternoon went real well. I think I got them all pumped on our products. There isn't much going on tonight and we'll be finished with the sales meeting in the morning. Tell Jack that I spent a lot of time with Brian Hightower during the golf outing and that I'll be heading home before noon tomorrow.

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The man at the counter held the packet of condoms above his head and shouted across the store, 'Rob, how much for the Trojans?' The girl looked down in avoidance of the other shoppers. Bemused by the cliché, she was still embarrassed. Gazing at her among the other shoppers were people she had grown up with and friends of her father.

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I didn't realise she was one of three sisters. Sharon had invited me home for supper---pot luck, she said---because I was temporarily on my own. I was eighteen at the time, and I'd never been invited out by a girl before. So I was quite surprised when it turned out there were four of us for supper. Three of the most beautiful women I could ever hope to meet, and ugly me.

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I woke up around three thirty in the morning with a raging piss hard-on. Since at the present time I live alone there was nothing to do with it but head for the bathroom. At my age, a hard-on of any kind is a terrible thing to waste. Also at my age, waking up this early is always a problem as it's hard to get back to sleep. I tried to go back to bed and sleep but it wasn't happening, so I got back up and made a pot of coffee.

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As Angie, Anna, Selena and Lena crossed the park, heading to town for their regular Thursday night out, they passed a bench, and its' occupant attracted Selena's attention. He was around middle aged, dressed in black, nothing too strange about that, but his hat caught her attention, as did the fact that he was writing furiously on a pad.

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I am not sure why I too the pill. I suppose that it seemed like a good idea at the time, or rather, it didn't, and I was done with good ideas. A full course load during my senior year of University was a good idea so that I would be ahead when I started graduate school in the fall. Coming home for spring break to rest and work on my senior thesis instead of heading to the beach with my roommate was also a good idea.

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It all started with a political discussion my wife, Kim, and I were having. There had been some article in the paper about a prostitute being arrested by an undercover policeman, and I had made some comment to the effect that I really didn't understand why people made such a big deal out of prostitution. I thought it should simply be legalized and left it at that.

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