The party
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManThe party had been coming to a stop. The few who were still up watched the TV blankly, slowly passing out. Unlike the others I felt wide awake. The guys on the couch sat watching porn while their girls slept by their sides. I got up and headed to the bathroom, walking over and around the sleeping bodies. I stepped to the faucet and washed my face with the cool water.
I turned to the hand towel to see her there, passed out unconscious in a sitting position. Tonya, so perfect with her lovely breasts and that perfect sized ass, both added to her sexy curvature. I looked down to her tight white shirt and blue jeans which looked so hot around her thighs. Her face looked so cute, her body so hot, the thoughts came forward.
I might have been drunk, but I don’t regret the thoughts which I proceeded to act upon. The excitement overtook me, to creep up my spine, I just stood like a dope smiling and looking down at this beauty. I walked over to the door and locked it. Kneeling down I looked her in the face. Her luscious lips waited to be kissed. My moist tongue poked into her mouth.
She opened her eyes and kissed me back. Oh Tommy, she smiled at me. Everything was fine, especially since most people call me Jordan.
I didn’t respond to her, at least not with words. My hands caressed her shoulders and made their way lower to her chest. I rubbed them slowly as she threw her head around in ecstasy. I took her shirt and pulled it over her head, her breasts bounced out, no bra. My fingers rubbed her nipples, then down her smooth stomach where I tucked my fingers into her pants.
The Supermarket
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManShe just laughed her tinkly laugh and said that she served the best drinks in town and this was her place. I gulped quietly and slid out of the car to follow her up the steps and into the cool interior of the building. I was looking around me the whole time trying to figure out what to say or do next when she headed for the elevator. She stepped inside and gestured for me to come on. I followed her again and when the door closed she turned and placed her hand on my cheek. I caught my breath as her warm fingers caressed me and caused me to shudder in delight.
I was instantly hard again and was sure I would pass out from the blood rushing from my head to my other head. Her fingers trailed from my cheek to my lips and lingered there a moment before dropping down and feeling my hard cock. As the elevator reached her floor she sighed and turned towards the door. It opened into a foyer where she walked in with the air of a queen returning to her country. I followed meekly and turned in awe at the sight that greeted me. Her place was HUGE! It was the penthouse and I had never been in such a place before. She strolled through to the living/sitting room and tossed her scarf over the chairside table and pitched her purse into the chair. I was following her every move and was really startled when she whipped around and asked me in a stern voice if I thought I was man enough to satisfy her.
My voice was again lost in my throat and I could only nod and sweat. She then turned and said, “We’ll see about that.” I wondered at her tone when she said it but was not going to pass up this opportunity. When I had sat down she offered that cold drink to me and I asked her what she had in mind. She said, “Just a cold drink for now but more later.” I was getting a little hot under the collar at her changes in mood every other minute but resolved to make sure that she was well taken care of before I left her bed.
She had gone into another room to get the drinks and now appeared with one in each hand. I took the offered glass and drank deeply. I had unwittingly drunk half a glass of straight bourbon and my eyes nearly popped out of my head trying not to gag and spew whiskey on her floor. I manfully managed to swallow and I’m sure the steam came from my ears as the liquid fire raced down to my stomach where it sat and burned like hot coals.
I gasped out that I was okay when she politely inquired if something was wrong. “Smoooth” I wheezed. She giggled and walked up and placed her arms around my neck. I looked into her eyes as she placed her warm lips on mine and then darted her small pointed tongue in to play with mine. As she broke the kiss she gazed into my eyes and asked, “Do you trust me?” I wasn’t sure where this was going but boy was I ready! “Sure, why?” I asked. “Well, I want to try something with you but only if you are sure you are okay with it. I want to keep it as a surprise for now though,” she explained.
I hesitated for a moment and she again asked, “Do you trust me?” I told her that it was hard to trust a woman whose name you didn’t even know. She gave a full-throated laugh and said for that now “K” would do. “Don’t you want to know mine,” I asked. “No, it is not necessary,” she replied. “Well, it is Herbert,” I said somewhat stiffly.
A First Time
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManI woke up to the sun just rising over the mountains. The warm rays of the sun sifting through the window shades. I was lying on my back watching, when all of sudden you moved. You were turning onto your back. And as you moved the covers slipped down off your breasts exposing them.
Your arms were above your head forcing your breasts to jut upwards. Your nipples seemed like they were seeking the warm rays of the sunshine coming through the window.
I leaned over your still sleeping body. My mouth was near a nipple. I brought my mouth close to your extended nipple and touch it lightly with my tongue. Your body responded by bringing your nipple closer to my wet tongue. My lips parted and I moved my mouth softly over your nipple, sucking it into my mouth. My hand was moving slowly under the covers towards your body.
When my hand came into contact with your skin, it felt warm and soft. I moved my hand over your tummy. I could feel your body tremor as I ran my fingers over you. My fingers slowly moved over you belly button towards your privates.
My fingers came into contact with the fine hairs leading to your pussy. As I moved my hand down, your legs started to move apart. Knowing this my cock started to grow harder. I knew that you were waiting for my fingers to explore your moist pussy.
My mouth still on your tit gently sucking and biting your nipple, you let out a soft moan. I moved my hand closer to your pussy feeling the heat that it was producing. As my fingers came into contact with your pussy, your hips pushed upwards causing my middle too roughly rub your already hard clit. My finger slipped past your clit and slid right between your pussy lips. Feeling the moistness flowing out of you I forced my finger into your fuck-hole feeling your pussy muscles trying to pull at my finger.
My girlfriend
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManThis is a story about my girlfriend of a few years now. Her name is Tina, she is blonde, about 5′6″ with big blue eyes, nice, large breasts, small size 8 hips and a beautifully firm butt.
For years we have had lots of steamy sex sessions in heaps of different positions and places. I am admittedly an ass man though, and all this time I have fantasised about fucking my girl in her ass. I love to watch porn movies where a girl gets fucked in her ass like its nothing. The look of a cock (or other item) going into a nice, slippery, gaping asshole is just too fucking hot for me to bear.
I have licked and fingered Tina’s asshole many a time, with great reviews from her. It seems to get her pretty wet and wild, especially if we were on speed or ecstacy. I have never had to privelege of making it another fuckhole of hers though.
This one Friday afternoon though, I went over to her house and her parents had gone away for the weekend. I got there after work and she greeted me at the door wearing a small t shirt with no bra and a very short, thin skirt. From the very sexy and horny kiss she gave and her dilated pupils, I could tell that she had had some sort of hornifying drug.
She told me to come into the room and when I did I noticed a few lines of speed racked up on a mirror on the table. I didn’t waste any time sniffing one of them down. I grimaced at the sting that went through my nose and head, and had to sit down for a second. I sat down on the bed with my back against the wall, rubbing my head and waiting for the speed to hit me.
Tina came and laid on her side next to me and started rubbing my cock, which wasn’t unusual for her, especially when she was wired for sound. I had started to feel the speed come on a bit, and my cock reacted to the rubbing extremely rapidly, with a strong tingle shooting through it as if I was about to come. Naturally, Tina pulled my cock out of my pants and started licking it, sucking it, and rubbing it on her face. She got on her kees and bent over me, supporting herself with her elbows. Her butt started to poke out of her skirt from her legs being spread and it being such a short skirt. I could have been mistaken, but I swear I saw the insides of he butt cheeks glistening, as if they were greasy with lube or something. I thought nothing of it at the time though, as Tina was doing a great job sucking my cock and slobbering all over it.
Damn The Goodness
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManEsparanza awoke from a peaceful warm sleep and stretched her arms out above her head. As her lengthy body stretched she let out a sigh that was both satisfied from her peaceful sleep yet yearning. As she rose from her bed her body tingled as her soft 300 count sheets fell from her shoulders over her breasts and down her silky smooth legs. Reaching into her closet Esparanza grabbed her favorite loose fitting lounging sweater and pulled it over her long curly hair. Bending over she picked a pair of short cotton shorts from the bottom shelf and smoothly stepped into them gently guiding them up her long legs. Stopping only for a minute to grab some grape juice from the kitchen Esparanza headed straight to the sun-drenched porch to see if the source of her frustrated sigh could be found.
It did not take her long to see him working out on the back field. The morning sun on the horizon was washing out his finer details but as she watched his silhouetted figure hoist the pick-axe above his head and guide it into the ground she knew it was her Amador. He had been coming to her small Spanish ranch for two weeks now. She had originally hired him just to dig the line for the olive trees but after completing the task she had since been assigning him random jobs around the ranch. As he would complete each task she would pay him his money but as he turned to leave her creative mind would think of a new task she needed him for. With each new task a new passionate tension grew between them. Each time they walked to the new work area or discussed the task at hand there bodies seemed to unconsciously get closer. Their eyes would lock for longer as they talked, and the awkward silences now turned into an almost teasing dance between their daring glances and the swaying of their bodies in the Spanish wind.
As Esparanza watched Amador work a warm breeze gently made its way down the porch blowing over her body and causing her loose sweater to shift just slightly but still enough to gently slide over her left shoulder. The feeling of the fabric and the warm breeze caused her to coo just a bit under her breath. Almost as if he had heard her Amador stopped his rhythmic picking and turned his head to see Esparanza standing there on the porch looking out at him. His mouth formed a flirtatious smile as he glanced up her beautiful long legs up to her bare shoulder. Turning slightly he gave a sort of tempting head tilt almost as if to say I see you and I know that you see me too. She nodded back while slowly guiding the sweater back up over her shoulder continuing the teasing game and further enhancing the sexual tension between the two. Amador turned back to his work, swung his axe a few more times then threw the axe over his shoulder and headed towards the equipment shed.
As Amador made his way into the shed Esparanza peaked her head around the pole she was leaning on so that she could just see him standing in the doorway. She let out a small gasp as he pulled his shirt off revealing his muscler upper body. She turned and looked away almost as to keep herself from taking in too much. Suddenly she heard a loud bang coming from the direction of the shed. She stepped off the porch and headed toward the clattering. As she got to the door she saw Amador, bent over picking up the tools that he must have knocked off the wall. She laughed at him in a jokingly flirtatious way and he cooly smiled back knowing he looked like a fool. She walked into the shed next to Amador and positioned herself upright next to him as he squat trying to organize the jumbled tools.
What happened she asked mockingly
Same thing that always happens he laughed back.
She laughed remembering the number of times before that Amador had made a mess of something as he tried to act cool.
Anal Affair
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManAlso, I really think most women like their men to take charge during sex. It doesn’t mean they’re inferior to the man, it just means that’s their sexual orientation to be sexually controlled. The woman’s love is in giving of herself, of her sexual essence.
Anyways, her name was Taz. We had met in one of those AOL chat rooms. We did a lot of cyber sex and talking about her challenges with school. I often helped her out with her school work and encouraged her to keep trying.
What she liked most about me was that I was a much older (by 20 years) black man. She told me she had fucked a lot of guys her age, but she was always liked more experienced men. She admitted she was a total slut for cock. In high school, she put out pretty freely–skipping classes and even allowing herself to be finger fucked in secret places around a large L.A. high school campus.
We didn’t get together much because she lived in down south and I lived up north. So we did a lot of cyber and phone sex until I talked her into coming up to where I lived. She rode down with some friends on a Wednesday night, they dropped her off, and she stayed in a Motel 6 until I took off work early and picked her up the next day. The sad part about it though was that I had a cold that day, so I wasn’t totally myself when we met.
She paged me several times before I picked her up, because she wasn’t sure I would show up. When I met her in the parking lot outside the hotel, I got very excited because she was more petite than the pictures she had emailed me. She looked like a high school student and that really got me hot.
I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat, and just looked at me and said not yet. We went back up into the room and had some small talk and I told her I didn’t have a lot of time. We got in bed and peeled off our clothes as our lips locked onto one another. We both tongued each other’s mouth as I slipped her panties down to her angles. When I leaned over to lick one of her tits, the smell of her sexy pussy rose to my nose. It wasn’t strong or nasty, but I could tell she was either wet and ready to fuck or she had possibly been fucking the night before, but I didn’t ask. I just liked the pussy aroma that filled my nostrils. I knew in a matter of minutes the smell would get stronger, especially as I took charge of her sex.
Of course my cock was rock hard as we kissed and rubbed each other’s body. I rubbed my cock against her thighs and stomach as our tongues intermingled with lots of open mouth kissing. As we got hotter, I kissed and licked all over her neck. Licking, sucking, and letting some of my spit droll down a woman’s neck really turns me on, and I’m glad she didn’t mind me doing it. I knew that I could do almost anything I wanted with Taz. I just wish I hadn’t had the cold, for I could have done a lot more.
Her little white body against my light brown skin was also a turn on. Strangely, my cock is darker than my body skin, so that looked even more erotic up against her little white slut body.
After a while I lay back on the bed and gently pushed her shoulders down, letting her know that I wanted my cock sucked. I liked to see her small head and feel her soft lips kissing down on my chest, stomach, and finally to what she wanted most–hard cock. She was a slut for cock like I was and am a slut for pussy. It was and is that simple.
For some reason, before she started sucking, she looked up at me for a second or two as if I did something wrong, but when I just responded with a grin, she just bent her head down and started licking the head, tasting the pre-cum that had rose to the top. Again, her white hands on my brown cock was a serious turn on. She knew exactly how to give a blow job. She wasn’t timid about taking hard cock in her mouth. She knew how to take care of it. She licked all over it and then sucked some of it in her mouth. She stroked down on my cock, holding it firm at the base, which enlarge it and made it stronger. I gently pushed my cock up in her mouth some, wanting her to take it deeper. But at the same time I didn’t want to seem too pushy. So I just let her do her thing.
I was loving it sooo much. She sucked and drooled over my cock getting nice and ready for her wet, hot, (smelly) pussy. Because she was laying on her side as she fucked my cock into her mouth, I could easily finger cunt, getting it nice and wet. I didn’t stick my finger inside, but mainly rubbed her growing clit and the surrounding area. I can still see in my mind how she spread her left leg wide as if she wanted to show me how much of a slut she could be. There was no shame in her game. She knew I was a married man, she knew I would never make any promises, and she even knew that I just wanted her mainly for a good fuck, and yet, she came to me. She came and got what she was addicted to. She loved to get fucked and used as a slut. (Once when we were talking about sex, I told her how hot it would be to experience me and another guy fucking her cunt at the same time. Two cocks pounding her fuck hole! That seemed to be a new idea to her, and she giggled a little and said, “That would really make me a slut.”)
A Fasching fuck
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManI was in Germany for awhile, traveling and taking in the sites of Europe. It was February and I had decided to go to a Fasching party. ( Fasching is similar to Mardi Gras) It was my first time going to one of the bigger events and since it was the one and only weekend during fasching I decided to go big. I put on my school girl costume and headed for the party. It was tons of fun. People everywhere, tons of drinking and dancing some of the best costumes I’d ever seen.
I ran into this guy, an American stationed over in Germany with the military. He was dressed as a priest, it couldn’t have been better if we had planned it that way. We started talking, and drinking?.soon things started to heat up between us. We were making out in public lots of people shouting praises and laughing at the Catholic girl getting frisky with the priest. Needless to say we ended up leaving the party and going back to my flat to play.
We could hardly keep our hands off of each other. At the door I was ready to strip. He had other plans. He sat down on the edge of my bed and told me to lie on his lap. I had never been spanked before and I knew it was coming but I wasn’t sure how I would feel. He pulled down my little ruffle butt panties and started rubbing my ass . SMACK! There was the first blow. God it felt amazing. He reached in between my legs to feel for a reaction. I heard him laugh to himself. He pulled my shirt down grabbed one of my nipples and struck again. This time I couldn’t help but moan.
The New Girl In The Bar
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManI work at a golf course in the middle of nowhere. We never have had any great looking girls that work there which seems to be a common complaint. A few months ago we had a new girl get hired to work in the bar. OMG!!! She’s gorgeous. Her name is Jessica and she’s a perfect ten, all of the guys agree, but none of us could figure her out. She didn’t seem to be interested in anyone around.
She didn’t talk to anyone other than me and a few of the guys that worked there, and even when she talked to us she wouldn’t seem flirty at all. I talked to the other guys about it and again we all agreed. Maybe she had a stud boyfriend or something. It was one saturday that I was coming in to close for the night and she was working the bar til close, in other words just me and her and a few golfers. When I walked in she ran to me and gave me the biggest, tightest hug/squeeze
I think I’ve ever gotten from anyone. It was followed by a peck on the cheek. I was confused, no doubt. All I could say was nice to see you too Jessica. We had the most random conversation for like two hours and got almost no work done. I told her I had to go finish up outside and she replied ok, hurry back. Damn right I was gonna hurry back. This girl was on fire. All of the golfers were gone when I finished working outside and I halfway jogged back to the bar.
Anal At Last
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da Man“Will you let me do you in the ass?”
Mandy gave me cold look and I stopped my thrusting.
“Damon. We’ve been over this before.”
“I know, but…”
“I said no.”
“Oh, come one baby.” I prompted, grinding my pelvis into hers in an attempt to turn her on. “I promise I’ll go slow.”
“No. I’m just not interested.”
“Please!”
“Jesus!! Get off me!”
With that, Mandy pushed me off and rolled over. I laid there for a while as my dick shrank away, before I said anything.
“I’m sorry.”
Mandy rolled over, glaring at me.
“You just don’t know when to quite.”
“It’s just that it’s one of my fantasies.”
“Maybe sometimes you should keep your fantasies to yourself. I do.”
I cocked my head in confusion.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Mandy sat up.
“You’re not the only one with fantasies you know! There are some things that I would like to do, but I know you wouldn’t be into them, so I don’t pester you about it.”
I was more than a little curious. I thought I knew all my girlfriend’s fantasies.
“Like what?” I asked.
“I told you, you wouldn’t be into it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because, I do.”
“Well, let’s here it then. Tell me, and let me judge for myself.”
“Just forget it.”
There was no way I was going to forget anything.
“Well, maybe if I help you with your fantasy, then you’ll let me have mine?”
Mandy laughed out loud.
“Believe me. You would not want that!”
I wasn’t so sure. I had been lusting after that ass for over a year now, and I was willing to do anything to have it.
“I think I would.”
“Okay then.” she said. “Do you really want to know what my fantasy is?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. I want to fuck another man. Maybe two at once. And I want them to be strangers that I pick up somewhere. I want to meet them. Bring them home. Let them fuck my brains out, and then never talk to them again. So what do you think about that?”
I was speechless.
“Do we have a deal?” she insisted. “You can have yours if I can have mine?”
“No.” I said bluntly. There was no way I was going to let my future wife fuck another man, let alone two at once.
“I didn’t think so.”
I rolled over, unsatisfied and hurt. I had no idea Mandy wanted to fuck someone else. The fact that she would do it, killed me inside. I knew I would have a hard time sleeping that night.
* * * * *
When I woke the next morning I was even more horny than I had been the night before. Mandy had already gone to work, so I knew I was going to have to take matters into my own hands. After a quick tooth brushing session, I began to rummage through the closet. The thing was packed full, so it took me a while to find what I was looking for. Finally I found it and pulled it out. I opened the shoebox, relieved to see that Mandy had not thrown it out yet. The shoebox was full of magazines, of the adult variety and one video tape. Exited already, I took it and popped it into the vcr. I then laid back on my bed, with my dick in my hand as it started to play.
The movie had no plot, but was rather a string of scenes consisting mostly of girls taking it in the ass. My dick stiffened as a woman in the first scene began sucking some guy’s dick. I slowly stroked my own cock as the scene progressed. She sucked his cock, then he ate her pussy. Basic porn formula, followed by some plain sex. I was just about to press fast forward when the guy started sliding his dick up his co-star’s ass. The camera was on close up of her tiny hole as it expanded to accommodate the man’s huge cock. The way it tightened back up when he forced himself inside caused a familiar feeling in my balls. I tried to relax, but as the ass fucking on the screen became more intense, I couldn’t help it. A few quick jerks of my hand sent gobs of white cum flying all over my chest and stomach. I laid back, tired and sleepy, covered in my own cum. I had to have Mandy’s ass I decided. At whatever the cost.
* * * * *
“You mean it!?” Mandy asked, in a surprised fashion.
“Yes.” I replied. “Go ahead. If you let me fuck that beautiful ass of yours, then you can do what ever you want.”
“You can’t go back on your word you know?” she said cautiously. “And I get to do mine first.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, I make the rules here.” She said matter of factly. “Is there a problem with that?”
I thought about it for a while.
“Don’t you want it bad enough?” Mandy asked in a provocative, sensual tone as she turned around to show me her perfect tight ass. “Don’t you want this?” She was running her finger tip up the crack of her skin tight jeans.
“Yes!” I replied quickly. “I want it. Yeah, you can go first.”
“Good, ” she said with a smile, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. “Let’s go shopping.”
* * * * *
“How about this one?,” Mandy asked holding up a tiny, sheer white miniskirt.
“A little slutty, don’t you think?” I responded.
“Well, that’s kind of the point.” she replied dryly. “I think it’s perfect. If you saw me in a bar wearing this, would you want to fuck me?”
“But I always want to fuck you.”
“Come on! You know what I mean. Will this turn guys on?”
I couldn’t believe I was helping my girlfriend find slutty clothes to turn other guys on.
“Yes. I think it will.”
“Good. Now I need a top.”
“Can’t you just use one that you already have?” I asked.
Mandy glared at me.
“No. This is a special occasion. I want something new.”
“But you never dress like this for me?”
“Oh, boo hoo,” she mocked. “Poor Damon.”
I was not impressed.
“Don’t worry hon,” she said. “Just think about how nice it will feel to stick that dick of yours in my tight little ass.”
The thought made me horny with anticipation.
“Okay. How about this one?” I asked, pulling a little silver shirt down off the rack.
“Nah. Too boring.” she said. “Let’s look over here.”
The store was filled with outrageous clothes, and I wandered what kind of people wore stuff like that. There was leather, rubber, and assortments of other not so extreme choices.
“Perfect!” Mandy said snatching a shirt from the wall.
I took one look at it.
“No fucking way!” I said firmly.
It was a tiny little white shirt with the word “Slut” printed in shiny silver letters. There was no way my girlfriend was going out in that!
“Too, bad.” Mandy said. “You know the deal.”
“But you can’t wear that! Every guy in the place will be all over you!”
“Exactly.”
“Fine then.” I said, starting to get frustrated. “I guess you want a new pair of panties too huh?”
“Nope.” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because I wont be wearing any.”
My head dropped. What had I got myself into?
* * * *
“Well, how do I look?” Mandy asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. She was wearing the outfit she had just bought, and she looked amazing. The skirt was so short, it barely covered any of her sexy legs. The tight little shirt displayed her perfect, firm tits splendidly, and her shining, dirty blonde hair was flawless as it cascaded down her shoulders. I stood up and walked over to her, taking her in my arms.
“You look amazing!”
“Thank you,” she replied with a satisfied smile.
I leaned in to give her a kiss, but she backed away.
“Uh uh,” she said. “You’ll mess up my lipstick.”
She looked so good, I wished I would be the one fucking her that night, but I knew I would have to wait my turn.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Well, I have been having…Um..well…”
I was getting distracted as Mandy turned around and, smiling at me with those pouty lips, lifted her tiny skirt up. Gently, she ran her hand over her bare ass, and pulled one cheek a little to the side.
“You mean you’re having second thought about this?”
I shook my head.
“No. Of course not.”
“Good. Then lets go.”
We went out and got in the car and headed off to a local club. I was a little concerned leaving Mandy there, but I figured she could take care of herself. Besides, I had no intentions of sitting around watching my girlfriend pick up guys.
We got to the club, and Mandy excitedly jumped out of the car.
“Bye, baby.” she said as she walked off. “See you tomorrow.”
I drove away, trying to clear my mind of the whole thing. I just kept reassuring myself that it would all be over soon, and then I would have my Mandy all to myself.
As I got home, I headed straight for the liquor cabinet. After a few shots of whiskey I was ready for bed. I fell asleep with the thoughts of Mandy’s ass floating through my head.
* * * *
I awoke to the sound of a shutting door. My eyes popped open, but all I could see was darkness. I could hear some giggling coming from the living room. Why was she home so early? Why was she home at all? I could hear her voice, as well as another voice. A man’s voice. Then it struck me. She had brought some guy back to our house! Quietly I listened.
“Not here.” I could here her say. “Just give me a second.”
A few moments later the bedroom door opened, and Mandy walked in. I sat up.
“What are you doing?” I asked coldly.
“Sorry, babe but Jason’s roommate took some girl home so we had to come here.”
“I can’t fucking believe this!”
I could tell that Mandy was quite drunk.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked.
“Well we need to use the bed.”
“What? You want to fuck some guy in our bed?!”
“Please, baby. The couch is to small. I want this to be special. I want the bed.”
“No way. Go to a hotel or something.”
“Come on. If you let me do this, I promise I’ll let you fuck me in the ass every day for a week. I’ll do anything. Please??”
She was desperate.
“Fine!” I said finally. “But you owe me. Big!”
“Thanks hon.”
I grabbed a blanket and pillow and headed out into the living room. As I left, Mandy jumped on the bed and yelled out to her new companion.
My First Anal
Written on 17 October 2007 by Da ManI was eighteen young tight and very horny. I was with a guy we will call Bentley. He was sexy muscular and had a huge dick! Until him my pussy had been a virgin. But thats another story. Well it all began when we were fucking one night and he was licking my pussy. Ohh my god it felt soo good. I could feel an orgasm building up when out of no where I felt his finger on the rim of my asshole.
This made me uncomfortable and excited all at the sametime. As he continued to lick my pussy I tried to ignore the finger slowly entering my brown hole. When his finger was all the way I felt tingling all over my body. I didnt know what I was feeling. Suddenly I felt the cum squirting from my body. Afterwords we fucked for hours the best sex I had ever had in my life..
A few days past and Bentley started asking me how it felt with his finger in my asshole. I was young and kinda embarrased so I really didnt want to talk to him about it. I didnt want him to know that I had dreamed about it everynight since it had happend, and everytime I awoke with my panties dripping wet from cumming in my sleep.
