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Dancing Girls

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I moved out of my parents’ house when I was nineteen. My best friend Carl and I got a two-bedroom apartment together and agreed to share expenses. Up until, and right after we moved we talked endlessly, fantasizing about all of the adventures we would have at our new pad. We talked about swapping women, sharing women, orgies and everything else that can be imagined by horny, nineteen year-old guys.

About two months after getting settled in, we both became anxious to experience at least one of the escapades we had foreseen. We paced back and forth in the apartment plotting and complaining. We finally decided that purchasing new fuck flicks would at least settle us down for a little while. We found a good movie store and carefully picked out one movie each. When we got home we immediately put in one of the movies, Carl’s choice, I think. After a few minutes Carl asked me to leave the room so he could masturbate. I definitely understood his need to stroke after watching some of the movie he had picked out, so I exited the living room and went to my room. I picked up a book and began reading when the phone rang. Carl talked for at least thirty minutes. I finally came out of my bedroom when Carl hung up the phone. He had a devious look on his face. I knew he was going to tell me something good. All I could think of was group sex. Carl smiled at me and said, “Melina wants to practice her new dance routine at our apartment and get our opinion.”

Carl had known Melina since high school when they used to date off and on. She was kind of sleazy, she had a low self-esteem, she was a titty dancer. I told Carl I was most definitely game as my cock partially hardened. The rest of the day expired, night fell, and late finally came. I was tired of waiting for Melina to show up and I knew it was too good to be true anyway so I went to bed. Before I knew it Carl was waking me up saying “she’s here…and she brought a friend”. I sprung out of bed and immediately looked in the mirror to make sure I didn’t look too asleep. I combed my fingers through my hair, threw on that day’s clothes, from the floor, and went into the living room. Carl had one of our new movies playing with the sound muted and Melina’s dance routine music playing.

Melina’s friend, who’s name, I don’t think I was ever told (we’ll call her “Naughty”), was hot. She was not beautiful, she was kind of dirty, sexy. She had a great body and a sexy face, but she was kind of stinky looking, which really made me want to fuck her dirty. She said “hi, you’re Darren right, I came to watch too”. Melina instructed us to all sit on the couch. When she got her tape to the right song she began her routine. She did the typical titty dance routine, pushing her ass out, rubbing her breasts, and looking at us with permissive eyes. After she gave her routine one go around and she received our approval she began giving us lap dances one by one. I was first. Melina stood over me, her nipples erect, and let her hair drape over my face and chest. I felt her soft tendrils against my skin and stared at her breasts and navel. My cock was bulging and she didn’t hesitate to make sure I knew she saw the tent that was forming on my pants. She moved to Carl then, giving him the same treatment. When everyone was paying attention to Melina’s lap dance for Carl, I began rubbing my cock through my pants. Melina lingered at Carl for a while really giving him the deluxe version.
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My Wife To Be

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I couldn’t believe my eyes—I had been frequenting adult bookstores for ten years and I had never seen anyone like her. She was young, blonde, beautiful and dressed to show. And she was alone. An hourglass figure, incredibly smooth and unblemished skin and hair so pale it was almost white were each long-distance eye catchers. Up close, these features combined to produce a beauty that overwhelmed my senses. Her shoulder length ash-blonde hair was smooth and silky, and the gentle, natural curl didn’t appear to originate in a bottle. An even light bronze tan highlighted her body, and she had no visible tan lines. The smooth perfection of her skin was so unique it may have been her most distinguishing feature. Prominent nipples highlighted classically formed and clearly firm tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked in her high heels. Legs long in proportion to her height had the muscle tone and sexy shape of a showgirl who danced daily. Her waist was pencil thin and bare, and her ass was trim and tight. If she had been five or six inches taller, she would have had the perfect model’s body. For my taste her body was flawless.

Extremely long lashes set off her brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Her entire face was movie star gorgeous, and she didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup at all. She didn’t need it. Just as it was everywhere else on her body, her satin-smooth facial skin was evenly colored except for a slight blush to her cheeks. Each of her facial features was independently lovely, but the package was greater than the sum of the parts. Naturally full and distinctive lips smiled gently to match her twinkling eyes, and her cheeks dimpled at the corners of her mouth. A classic oval shape to her face was nearly exactly symmetrical and so beautiful that one wouldn’t ever forget it. There was no part of her that I could see that wasn’t perfect.

And there was very little I couldn’t see. She was wearing a very revealing white soft cotton halter-top that was tied so loosely she exposed a considerable amount of skin on both the inside and outside slopes of her lingerie model breasts. I could easily see the difference in color between her aureole and the rest of her breasts through the thin cotton. The material hung so softly that it took the exact shape of her tits, and her nipples were glaringly erect. Her halter stopped on the bottom slope of her tits, and when she reached for anything above shoulder level it caused her nipples to escape. She wore a skin-tight red microskirt that may have ended three or four inches below her pussy when she was standing. It was a hip-hugger style skirt so from the bottom of her tits to halfway down her completely flat abdomen she was bare. She wore red high heels with at least 3″ spikes. She wasn’t wearing any hose. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. In fact, she wore no jewelry at all, including earrings. She had a total of five objects touching her body—a halter, a skirt, panties, and two shoes. When I put everything together, I decided she was the most beautiful and the most sensual woman I had ever seen. I made my decision after 30 minutes of intense study, and in this case my study habits were impeccable.
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Another Weird Day

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I had already spent most of the day at my girlfriend Ally’s house. I was “helping her pack” for a six week summer program overseas. I was sitting in a chair across from the bed in her room. We had spent only about an hour or so actually packing. The whole place was a mess. To be honest, it always was, but it was exceptionally messed up because she was packing. I was flipping through an old “Bloom County” comic book while she was going through a check list. Then the phone rang. Ally answered it, and it turned out to be James, a friend of ours who was working at a bakery and was bored.

“Hey James! What’s up?” Ally started some small talk about packing and such. I wasn’t paying much attention, but I was pretending to.

After a while I decided to talk to him. “Hey Ally, can I talk to him?” “Sure hold on. James? Yeah. Sam is over here, you want to talk to him?” Ally motioned for me to come over. I slowly got up, and made my way over to the bed. I took the phone and stood in front of Ally and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey, don’t hang up.” Ally said to me, which seemed kind of odd at the moment.

“Hey James, What’s new with you?” I said into the receiver, looking out the window.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. I’m bored, so I’ll take it out on you. Gee, I wonder what you two have been getting up to over there.” “Very funny,” I said sarcastically, “you know us James, we are just a couple of rabbits over here.” I smiles at Ally. We actually had been fooling around for hours. “How’s the bakery treating you? Getting a lot of cops?” “We don’t make Doughnuts, dumbass.”

He started rambling on about how the other guys who worked there were worthless. I wasn’t paying attention because I suddenly noticed Ally’s hands rubbing up and down my legs.

“Yeah whatever, James.” She reached up and grabbed my hand, pulled down her tube top, and placed my hand on her breast. I started caressing it, trying to keep the conversation going with James. Not sure what to do, I just started agreeing with James to keep him talking as I played with my girlfriends nipple. Ally slid one of her hands up my shorts and was stroking my hardening cock. She started to undo my belt and slide down my pants. (what is she doing?) I thought, (James can her what we are doing.) I had now completely lost interest in James as she started to lick up and down my semi-hard member. She ran her tongue across the entire length of it until my 7′ was hard as a rock. She looked up at me and smiled, holding my erection in both hands.
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