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Trip to Glastonbury 2.

As we pulled out of the garage and into open daylight, I glanced over my shoulder and both were half naked, in a classic 69 position. They obviously were using fingers and tongues on each other. I made a detour of sorts into Northtown and asked the girls to stop what they were doing and to get “decent”. I had heard at least 6 climaxes take place and I did not know and didn’t really care who had gotten their nut off. I stopped in front of a Fredericks of Hollywood sign and gave each...

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Hostess – A story for my pet

Guests were starting to arrive, and she was nervous. They had gone to several other parties before, but this would be the first one that they had held for the group. He stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders and whispered “Relax” into her ear. Then he bit it gently. The “zing” made her giggle and she stepped forward to answer the door. Couples entered the home, and all the men studied her with an air of interest. She stood here with her long brown hair braided down her back, and the dress she wore...

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Unbelieveable Sex Club – A True Story

“Fingers” This wasn’t a part of town that I had ever really visited before – just driven through it. A bit down at heel, not particularly safe. But my friend Jack had insisted I came here with him to experience “something I would never forget”, as he put it. I followed him off the high street into a dark side road full of shuttered small industrial units and closed cafes until he stopped at a door with a dim light above it and the words “Fingers Club” on a small panel. He knocked and the...

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A night out with a friend turns into a night of fucking and sucking

My name is Samantha, Sam for short. I am living in Bradford West Yorkshire, I’m 28 yrs old 5′ 6″ tall with medium length brown hair, and I have a long term boyfriend called Chris. I stayed in Bradford living with Chris after graduating from university. An old university friend of mine Sheila had returned to Bradford after living and working down south in London. I had not seen Sheila for several years, in fact I didn’t know she had returned until I bumped into her whilst I was down town doing some shopping. We...

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A couple try out some swinging action, cowboy style

I am Wilfred Warren and this is my true story of what happened to me when I got my first job. At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and newly married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a job with a firm in Fort Worth, Texas – “Cowtown” they call it. I had never been west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate owned by a big rancher and businessman named Jefferson McDuff III. My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began dating when she was only sixteen and I was the only...

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A Not So Happy Anniversary

I held the door for Lynne and then followed her into the club. I hated places like this. Loud, smoky, crowded, I hate them. But it was our fifth anniversary and Lynne loves to dance. So once a year I take her to a club and she gets to dance. Not with me. I can’t dance. Well, I can fake a slow dance. But why bother. I just don’t see the point in dancing. Lynne wouldn’t have any trouble finding dance partners. She was hot. No, I didn’t say that right, she was HOT! Yeah,...

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