Quiet Day In

Day 1

IT was the first day of the school holidays. Gemma yawned and turned over in her bed. She’d been going out with Tom for four weeks now, and last night they’d had sex for the first time. Gemma had lost her virginity a couple of months earlier on holiday in Spain, and last night had been the third time she’d had sex. And it had been the third time it hadn’t lasted very long. Tom had only lasted about five minutes before shooting his load into her. She wondered how long it would be before she had the pleasure of an orgasm.

Gemma was sixteen. She was about 5ft 6, with long curly brown hair and a slim, sexy figure. She hadn’t really thought much about sex before she went to Spain. Her parents had become friendly with another couple and Gemma had ended up in bed with their son. Although he hadn’t lasted long on either occasion, she had enjoyed the sensations. The previous week, after reading a girlie magazine, she’d decided to shave her pussy. Tom had certainly liked it, perhaps too much she thought.

She looked over at her clock – it was 09.30. Tom had left her feeling quite horny and she found that her hand was stroking the inside of her thigh as she thought about it. Tom had fingered her a few times since they’d been going out, but masturbation was something she’d never done herself. She let her finger slip across onto her smooth pussy. She liked the feeling of it shaved, and slowly stroked the smooth skin. She lay there for about five minutes, rubbing herself and thinking about the night before. She was now really feeling horny and couldn’t resist rubbing her index finger across her clit. She let out a soft moan as the sensation sent of tingle through her body. She rubbed up and down, feeling her pussy start to moisten. Engulfed in pleasuring herself, she slid her finger into her hole. “Mmmm,” she thought, “That feels good.” She pushed her finger in and out and worked into a steady rhythm. Her pussy was moist now and her finger slid in easily. She rocked her hips back and forth in time. It felt wonderful and she concentrated on the wonderful feelings taking over her body. Desperate to fully pleasure herself, she stuck another finger in. Her breathing intensified and her pace quickened. Her pussy was wet and she could feel what she hoped was her first orgasm starting to build. She stepped up the pace and moaned softly with every stroke. The excitement of fucking herself was taking over her and she added a third finger. She knew she wasn’t far away from cumming.

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Fixerupper

Caution: This story contains strong Interracial Elements of sex between a black male and a white teen.

They were one of few black families in the area, but they seemed to get by just fine as the neighbours took a modern attitude toward them. It made it easier for Davis since he lived alone with his son James after his wife had left him. If only the neighbourhood knew about this little misadventure that started when he let his son talk him into having a garage sale. He hated garage sales, he never went to them, and this was the first and last time he ever wanted to hold one. The agreement was that he would help his son get everything together, put out the signs, etc., but he would not have to play nice with the people who came to pick over their trash and treasures. Things were going according to plan on that Saturday morning, until about 11 a.m. By then, most of the early birds had come and gone, and things were a little slow, so he was surprised when James came into the house and asked for his help.

His son told him that there was a young lady outside who needed some help. She wanted to buy one of the bicycles they had for sale, but it was not in perfect condition and she was worried it wouldn’t make the ride home.

Davis went out to the garage where he first saw Lisa, not knowing that his life had just changed. His first view of her was from behind as she was bending over looking through a box of miscellany. Since it was a warm day, she was wearing a tank top and some tight white shorts, and he could see that she had a very cute bottom, and some nice, trim legs. When she straightened up and turned around, he saw that she was probably in that hard-to-define middle teens group, perhaps somewhere between 16 and 18. She wasn’t the prettiest girl around, but certainly qualified as “cute”, especially with her long black hair in a pony tail. And, like most young girls, she had a smile that was both delightful and somewhat of a turn-on.

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Glory Glory Hole!

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of public sex between drunk adults.

Suz was drunk, Jenn was close behind, and their ‘friends’ were encouraging them to find this fanciful fantasy that was rumoured to be close. The fantasy was a Glory Hole that had a signal sent to guys when it was occupied. Teresa was an alleged expert because she had used it several times. It moved around but was always close to parking.

“It was really cool … the only catch is that it only lets you back out after a set number of guys! I don’t know how it counts but I had to blow five guys to get released. It was kinda cool not knowing how long I might be captive giving blowjobs to random guys. I got three BBC, a latino, and a white guy.”

“If it isn’t the same place all the time how do we find it?”

“Well, being an alum when I send a text it responds with an email with a random web address, but if I don’t show up or someone doesn’t show up then I can’t get the information anymore.”

“So, unless we decide to go you can’t find it! Hmmm…” that was Suz. She was a huge tease and you never knew. But tonight her body was screaming out for sex. Jenn had never seen her nipples so hard and you could smell her juices flowing.

“What if more than one person is there? You know to blow…” Jenn said

“When I was there a week ago – there was like four rooms! So we could all go tonight!”

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Rose and Denny

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of sex between consenting adults and a mother and her son.

Dennis Bragger pulled his shiny two year old Mercedes out of his garage, attached to his modest five room ranch house, and hit the door closer remote hanging from the driver’s side sun visor. He had lived in this small and comfortable home for the past ten years. With his last two substantial raises at the brokerage house, along with his selling commissions, he knew that he could afford a larger house in a more affluent neighborhood but he was quite content with what he had.

The five rooms was more than enough for a bachelor living alone. He spent his extra money on stock investments that he monitored closely and on clothes. His closets were filled with expensive custom made suits, along with top quality slacks, shirts and accessories. Denny was a very content forty years old man.

In his mind his only shortcoming was the lacking of a female companion. He yearned for the intimacy of a relationship. He knew that because of the way he dressed and his mild manner most of his neighbors assumed that he was gay. But, he was not gay. He wanted a woman to lavish gifts on, share his free time with and yes, to be intimate with.

He pulled out into the quiet street, proceeding to the stop sign at the end which connected to a very busy main drag. Denny looked over at the nearby bus stop and was surprised to see his attractive neighbor Rose Dunn standing in the frigid temperatures moving her feet back and forth in an attempt to keep warm.

Denny pulled his car around the corner even though it was not his planned direction. Breakfast could wait. He lowered the passenger side window as he pulled up to the bus stop. “How about a ride Rose?”

She was thankful to get out of the cold wind. She smiled a big smile at Denny as she opened the car door and slid in. Her heavy winter coat opened far enough as she dropped into the seat for Denny to get a good look at her long stocking covered legs. Rose was aware that her coat was partially open and her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh as she tried to arrange her body in the seat. The best she could do was to arrange her coat to cover one of her trim legs.

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Miriam

Her name was Miriam and she was my first, though I can only write the story here as I doubt my family would understand as Miriam is also my aunt and still married to my uncle. She may be in her seventies today, but some things are better not mentioned, save only in the mind as cherished memories. It took place back in the 1970’s when the sexual revolution was just gaining ground from the swinging sixties. Though compared to today it was a far more innocent age and sex was more or less confined to the men’s magazines as far as any young male was concerned. Though I did know what a naked woman looked like, air brushing and some very weird rumours via word of mouth still held sway in many teenagers brains. Sex after all was what you did when you were married and most young girls of my age (16) were not easily approachable nor interested in sex as such. Well, not that I could fathom, it wasn’t as if I ever came out and asked. I had a tendency to simply get tongue tied in their presence as it was. Yes, I was a shy young boy, still a virgin, like I suspect all my male classmates, despite some outrageous claims by the boys, though possibly not the girls. Then again they’d never admit they weren’t virgins, reputation meant a lot in those days.

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Juvenile Lesbians

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of sex between juvenile lesbian girls in detention.

“For the aforementioned crimes, and a pattern of violence, I hereby sentence you to serve the remainder of your childhood, 3 years, 4 months, and 16 days, in the juvenile detention facility. Do you understand, Miss Crawford?”

“Yeah, Judge,” Sarah said with an air of unconcern. She was scared shitless, but she wouldn’t let it show, not in front of that asshole.

“I suggest you be more respectful,” Mrs. Uleo, her worthless lawyer whispered urgently.

“Why, the asshole already screwed me, why kiss his ass now?”

“If you continue with this attitude, I’m afraid I can no longer represent you, young lady.”

“Wow, no shit? Do me that favor, will you? You lazy piece of shit. If I had a real lawyer I wouldn’t be going to detention now, would I. No wonder your ass is free. Go ahead, run,” Sarah called as her lawyer packed her things and ran for the door.

“Worthless piece of shit,” Sarah growled, loud enough for the entire room to hear her. “I’ll look your ass up when I get out, bitch!”

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Randevous Gone Wrong

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of interracial sex between an unknown intruder and a white wife.

Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging.

She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty inexperienced when they married. Her husband, Joe was a bit of an introvert and geek who buried himself in his work.

Joe was a good provider. He made good money as a professor at the local college. He also made a good deal of money on the side as a motivational speaker. Jenny did not care for his time away from home, but it was a trade-off. Less time together, but more income for things they both enjoyed.

As Joe got older, it became more and more difficult for him to get aroused. Jenny didn’t care for sex that much, but took it as a personal affront that he was not that interested. She felt a little guilty that it was getting difficult for him to get aroused. She tried hard to be accommodating to him. If he wanted her to dress a little sexier, she was a little reluctant, but would try to accommodate him if it wasn’t too outrageous. Lately, it was getting a little more outrageous. Whatever he asked for generally got him going for several months.

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Wedding Reception

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of sex between a smoking mature woman and a young impressionable man.

I hadn’t been back to my hometown for almost ten years, not since high school graduation. A close friend was getting married and so I made the trip back for the big celebration. I was looking forward to seeing old friends and visiting some of the local haunts.

On the flight back I remembered my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Allen. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, a brunette with a small, slim body, and of course, she smoked.

Mrs. Allen spent a lot of time sunning herself in the backyard and I spent a lot of time watching Mrs. Allen. I was hoping to see her at the wedding.

Sure enough, she was at the church, sitting two rows in front of me. My eyes kept returning to her, her hair was cut short and revealed her lovely neck. Best of all, she was sitting alone.
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Bathtime

Caution: This story contains strong Elements of sex between a young man and his best friend’s mother.

Summer sun had arrived and that meant it was time for our summer break from school. We’d take it in turns, me and Jamie, to sleep over at each other’s houses during the summer recess. I particularly liked staying at his house because I secretly had a major crush on his mom.

She was about 30 or 35 I think, had a small cute body, always wore tight clingy clothing, and had a gorgeous pair of tits, but they were firm and would jiggle whenever she moved. She made my cock twitch constantly, at 14 pretty much anything of the female persuasion made my cock twitch!

During summer break we’d stay at each other’s house for a week at a time, this week we were at Jamie’s house. It was Tuesday, about 9pm in the evening and I was going to have a bath before going to bed, Jamie was feeling slightly sick so his mum gave him some medicine and sent him off to his bed early, and he was out like a light.

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Collette

Caution: This story contains strong Incest Elements of sex between brother and sister.

She danced with beauty and grace. Her 18-year-old body was at its bloom of womanhood, and was the envy of all the others in her class. She was dancing in what would be her final recital with this dance company, as the following Autumn would bring her to a distant state and university.

Her 20-year-old brother sat in the audience, enjoying the show. He had laughed at the 4 and 5-years-olds doing their cute dances in their cute outfits, some taking center stage, still others crying for their mommy, afraid of being in front of so many strangers. He sat patiently through all the “grades” of the evening… beginners tap, beginners ballet, beginners jazz, all the way up to just before the final-. The last dance was with the graduating Seniors and the head dance instructor, the owner of the studio. Many of the girls going off to college had been with the instructor since they, themselves, were the cute 4 and 5-year-olds, a few of them accepting assistant roles with the nearly three dozen different dance classes.

Collette was one of them. She had started dancing almost as soon as she could walk, and her parents had enrolled her into classes as soon as it was feasible. After that, there was no turning back for her. She had a passion for dance and felt the need to make it her life’s work. That’s why she had decided to go so far away to the Big City for college.

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