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*Used & Abused: The Katie Chronicles, Part I*

I don’t really know where to start. It feels strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since. I’m such a different person now than I was back then. I mean “gawd” I was such a goody-goody! I remember really thinking that Steven loved me. I mean he “told” me so! He was my first real boyfriend; I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, but I was ready to believe anything. He looked deep into my eyes and told me that he would never leave me. I sighed wistfully and thought I was in Heaven. Little did I know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged me or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, I wanted to see how far he would go for me first. And lo and behold, the spineless prick didn’t even” try” to fuck me once I put on the slightest hard-to-get act. To be honest, I’m not sure if I would have let him or not. He wouldn’t have been my first. I’d let one of the neighboring boys up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse me for a few weeks. But I was still a real prick-tease when I was with Steven. Now that I think of it, though, I probably would have at least given him a hand-job if he had only asked for it. Continue reading »

It was the day after our annual New Year’s party, which was an absolute blast. Someday I will write a story about our evening, but this story relates to something that happened to me in the past. A group of 10 people stayed overnight after the party. In the morning, Billy and I made breakfast for everyone, nothing too fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, hash browns, and lot of coffee. Besides our 10 guests and ourselves, also in attendance were Billy’s brother Josh and his girlfriend and my female lover, Jodi. Continue reading »

“Author’s Note: This story has been revised from its original version. This is the revised second part. Subsequent chapters are also forthcoming. Feedback is desired. Thank you for reading. Email comments to: the address in my profile.

Copyright February 2003 by Jack Cutter.

This second part contains: erotic MF coupling, erotic FF coupling, MFF group sex, male oral, female oral, romance.”

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VII.

The following day, a Thursday as it happened to be, progressed quickly. David spent the day visiting an old college friend who lived in the New York area, and in every moment unoccupied by conversation with said person he expended his energies reliving the fantastic events of the previous evening. Kimberly had been gorgeous, charming, generous, warm, funny - and simply insatiable. He knew he was on dangerous ground with the woman; he was swiftly becoming addicted to being with her. Continue reading »

My name is Rachael, I’m 49 years old, and one of the three founding members of S.O.S., the Sisterhood of Sex.

The sisterhood began a few years back as part of a running joke between myself and two very close girlfriends. We would get together during the day while the kids were at school and the topic would almost always turn to sex, or as was often the case, the lack of it.

Some of the girls from our group have moved on to other towns and started their own ‘chapter’, and from time to time we’ve had friends and family who’ve asked to join the sisterhood. Now, 7 years later, we have 37 ’sisters’ in 8 groups spread across 3 states. Continue reading »

The moonlight creeps in through the window behind me, casting a few shadows across the room. Mixing softly with the candle light being thrown from the flames on the dresser. I lay back on the chaise lounge, naked except for a small smile on my face. My breathing already heavy and labored my fingertip idly plays with my hardening nipple.

On the bed, a few steps away from me is a fantasy.

My fantasy.

Two men. Beautifully made men, though I believe that all men are made beautifully, these two are an asset to the species. One dark. One light. A perfect contrast to each other. Both gorgeous and both very aroused. The blonde with a light spattering of hair on his chest, the dark one bare and smooth. As I watch, the carnal beauty of the image overwhelms me. A fierce but gentle scene playing out in front of my eyes. Continue reading »

Eventually this had to end. He finally eased back from her and let his still-hard cock fall out of her. Semen spilled out as they both moaned, finally uncoupled. Dale sat on the sofa next to her, spent. She reclined, satisfied, between her hosts. Dale and Bev each kissed the sides of her neck. Karen gently held Dale’s cock as Bev softly stroked Karen’s neck and chest, gingerly massaging her breasts. It was a very soothing moment they all allowed to linger for some time. She moaned, smiling, when Bev finally whispered, “Told ya.” Continue reading »

“Author’s note: I make no claim to being a good writer. I just felt compelled to share this little episode. I tried to keep the story from being too long-winded by editing some of the emotional aspects down while keeping the sexual energy of the experience intact. I hope you enjoy it. ;-)”

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Jen’s tight little ass was fully on display. My friend Tom reached for the thermometer as I gently rubbed a little oil around the rim of her asshole. I had Jen’s beautiful body across my lap with her cute little butt pointing up in the air. Jen looked slightly over her shoulder as Tom gently placed the tip of the plastic thermometer at the entrance to her asshole. The rim of Jen’s ass contracted a little in anticipation. Tom playfully started to tease the rim of her ass with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out. A laugh escaped Jen’s lips as she let our fingers along with the thermometer explore her little secrets. Both Tom and I had our eyeballs focused in on the erotic display before us. Jen’s scalped tight buns showcased a perfect little asshole with the beautiful folds of her pussy lips completing the picture. I gently rimmed Jen’s ass with the tip of my finger as Tom put some more oil on the thermometer. Jen’s asshole quivered a little as the cool tip of the thermometer made contact again. I used both of my hands to pull Jen’s ass cheeks apart giving Tom better access. Jen squealed in delight. Both of our dicks were still engorged and wet from dipping into Jen’s pussy. Our thermometer routine was a tantalizing way to slow down the pace of our lustful activities while keeping the sexual tension high. I slowly pushed the thermometer about two inches into Jen’s ass. Leaving the thermometer in her asshole, both of us started to gently caress and explore other parts of Jen’s beautiful body. Jen let out a pleasurable sigh as our hands moved over her smooth skin. This was truly a delightful way to spend an afternoon. Continue reading »

You know what it’s like when you lust after someone, really lust? Why is it that you lust after those you can’t have? I suppose it’s the same thing with those girls that follow boy bands around hoping they can bed the lead singer and knowing full well they never will.

Well that was me! I was 23, attractive, slim, cute butt and gay. I can tell you but to be honest I was not really “out.” I work in the financial area of London and have a good job. No million pound bonuses, I don’t have THAT type of job but it does pay well. Well enough for me to have a neat little BMW sports car and a flat just big enough to swing a cat in. At 23 that’s not bad. The trouble is, all the lads in the office are young. I think the oldest is 37 (and he DOES get the big bonuses). That’s what I want in a few years time and I decided that if being in the closet gets me there then that’s where I would stay. Continue reading »

My wife and I were looking to expand our sexual horizons. Primarily I was the driver; she seemed fairly satisfied with our relationship and didn’t feel the need to do more or anything “crazier.” We were fairly adventurous together—including things like sex in public places—and after one crazy night, we added a strap-on dildo (which she used to great effect on me occasionally) to our “toybox.” I loved her and couldn’t get enough of her sexually; she’s stayed in shape, about 5′4″ with great proportional breasts and straight dark hair past her shoulders. I wanted more, though, and something I could not get in our relationship, no matter what we did—I wanted us to add a third partner. Continue reading »

Laura said nothing about my being over an hour late and when I started to apologize she shushed me saying it didn”t matter.

We spent the afternoon shopping because that was what Laura wanted to do. In addition to the two laundry appliances we needed furniture for the new room.

While at the furniture store Laura found a small desk that suited her. The salesman had been watching us, curiously. He catered to the wishes of Laura, giving her his full attention while ignoring me. I didn”t blame him. She was so cute in tight cut offs and T-shirt that accented every curvature of her body. Her hair was bundled in a ponytail, well off of her ears adorned with tiny diamonds. Continue reading »