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.
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.
"No, no no! Don't do this!" Nancy shrieked, clenching her fists under her chin, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. They just weren't listening, and she couldn't shake their resolve at all. She would have run, if she could. But Joani, standing behind her chair, had a tight grip on both shoulders, and was pressing down firmly. At her left side, Cindy had her fist doublewrapped good and tight in Nancy's long curling brown hair, holding her head back. And in front, standing over her, patiently waiting for this outburst to stop, Marly held the shiny metal handcuffs, swinging them gently to and fro between pinched fingertips.
"Yes, we will," Joani whispered in Nancy's ear.
Marly nodded confidently. "We can, and we will. Don't try to deceive us, Nancy. We know that you want to do this, very badly. We have your boyfriend Gregory's word for it, and we've read your personal journal over very carefully... "
Nancy's face reddened. With anger, and shame. How dare they!
We met in a bar where we danced the whole evening. She was a nurse from the nearby hospital and wanted to relax after a hard day's work. When she asked me back to her house I agreed, of course. The sex we had was good but not fantastic. After, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I woke up I could feel her naked body spooning against my back. As I stirred, I felt her arm around me and her hand grasping my morning erection. Turning around, I laughed and said, "good morning."
She squeezed my cock, leaned over me and gave me a sexy wet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hand stroked my cock. For a moment, I wondered why she hadn't been as forward and sexy last night. Perhaps she is a morning person or maybe was too tired after work and a long evening. I returned the kiss and probed her mouth with my tongue.
She crawled over me and pressed her naked body against mine. My cock lay between her thighs which she pressed hard against me; she was much hotter this morning than she was yesterday. She was already good last night, but now she was red hot. I broke the kiss and moved my mouth to her soft breasts which I had so liked yesterday. They weren't there!
"My God!" I cried opening my eyes for the first time and saw what I had found so sexy. She had not lost her wonderful full breasts because she wasn't there. Instead, there was this young girl whose breasts wouldn't fill an A sized bra. I leaped out of the bed and stared at this enchanting young woman of about fifteen or sixteen years. Naked as the day she was born, she lay in the bed looking at me.
I suddenly realized that I too was naked, and she was looking at my hard cock.
"Come back to bed" she said, speaking for the first time. "I want to play some more."
I missed you today. Yesterday, too.
I usually see you sometime during the day. You are there, in the ops room, behind the almost soundproof glass, either when I arrive, sometime while I'm there or before I leave.
Yesterday I missed you because I went out the back door and you were on the swing shift. I checked the log and found out you were in. That's good - I was afraid you might have left without me ever getting a chance to say much more than "Hello," or "Which machine has a connection to this printer?"
Your smile lights up my whole day. We've barely met, exchanged "Hi, how are you"s and smiles and waves. I'd like to take you to lunch.
"But you're married," you point out.
"I said lunch," I return with a smile. "Just lunch."
"Why?"
I can't remember exactly when my sister Cindy and I first began masturbating in front of each other, but by the time we were in high school, we would usually come home after our dates with other people and tell all about what Cindy called "the juicy details." My sister is a beautiful brunette with smallish-sized tits. I'd tell about dry humping my date in the front seat, or touching some girl's tits; and Cindy would sit back against the headboard of her bed and slowly bring her knees up, then open her thighs.
As she listened to me describe my sexual adventures, she'd moan a little, and begin rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. While I watched, eventually she'd pull her panties off, let her skirt slide up to her hips and expose her naked pussy to me. By now my dick would be getting very nice and hard while I told what I'd done with other girls. Cindy would put her feet together, sole to sole, and spread open her legs so they formed a diamond shape with her pussy at the top.
It was one Friday night; Mary and I were at a hotel bar out of town, when Mary surprised me by drinking more then she usually did. She drank like a fish until she finally was so plastered that she was leaning against the counter to stay upright.
I was half drunk too, so when she asked me to help her upstairs to our room. For some reason I made believe I was really in no condition to go upstairs myself and I asked a guy who was standing next to us at the bar if he would help her up to our room.
He introduced himself, his name was john and he was a big black man. He quickly volunteered his services. I stood there as John wrapped his large arms around my wife and helped her walk toward the elevators.
At the elevators he picked her up in his arms and carried her into one while I followed behind. I noticed that one of john's large black hands were up under my wife's skirt. I assumed it was accidental, but secretly I hoped it wasn't.