My Sex Stories

Jill, Molly and Beth were getting ready to go out. It was Saturday night and they had heard about a new club they wanted to try. The girls had been friends since junior high. Jill was tall, about 5′7″,blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair and small breasts. Molly was 5′5″, green eyes, auburn hair and a nice round ass. Beth was a brunette, 5′4″, big tits, slim waist and full hips. When they went anywhere together they made heads turn and they knew it. Tonight was no different. Each lady wore a simple black dress but each design was different and played to their individual assets. As they viewed each other in the mirror they nodded their approvals. “Damn girls, we look FINE” Jill said as she ran her hands down her smooth stomach. “Oh yea, we will definitely be the bells of the ball tonight” chimed in Beth. “Lets rock and roll!” said Molly as they grabbed their purses and headed for the door.
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Dr. Frederick Nelsen leaned back in his chair and looked at his patient. Angela Simmons was a beautiful woman. He looked at her legs. They were long and her tapered skirt was just above her knees. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she sobbed. She was lying on his couch crying. Angela had been coming to him for a year and he wasn’t sure he could ever help her. In fact, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

She came in less than five minutes ago and after she lay down she started crying.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I woke up this morning in a motel room in bed with two black men,” she sobbed. (more…)

Setup

We all tend to blame others for our misfortunes. In my case, I blame
Sandra Foxley. Sandra and I had a great affair for three months, but
she called me on a Thursday night and said we were finished. This
left me with nothing to do Friday night so I went bar hopping and
that’s how the trouble started.

I was at the Shanghai Bar; the third stop and the fourth beer of the
evening. Oakland was playing the Yankees on TV when the alien
approached me. He didn’t look very odd at first, although I noticed
later that his eyes were more purple than blue and had no lashes. He
mostly kept his hands in his pockets; otherwise, I would have noticed
right away that his palms had thumbs on both sides.

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Barbara sat at home daydreaming about the last few days. She had changed allot since a week ago. All she thought about was cocks and cum. She remembered the feel of them sliding down her throat and erupting with sperm while buried in her. And how much she enjoyed her mouth full of the sticky stuff, the slimy feel of it on her tongue, the salty taste as she swallowed it, and the look on the men’s faces when they unloaded in her mouth. Then she thought of how she loved a cock in her ass. Feeling a hard shaft penetrating her asshole was as pleasurable as having it up her cunt. She knew men were real turned on at the idea of sticking their cocks in an asshole, especially in a beautiful girls’ like Barbara. It made her feel good that she gave so much pleasure to them.

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The deep bass throb of gangster rap as well as bright light washed over me as the boy that had moments earlier climbed from atop me swaggered from the room. As the door closed behind him muffling but not quite stifling the sounds of joviality and music my room was once more one of deep shadows and near silence. For a moment I maintained the position in which the boy had left me as together my breathing and the rapid thumping of my heart slowed. Then slowly my knees gave way and I sank face down onto the rumpled cum dampened sheet.

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Robin stood staring out the window of the maternity ward, watching the huge snowflakes blowing past the window. Already, she had put in three hours of overtime, since the evening shift was so slow getting in. Traffic crawled, when it moved at all. A bus, full of standees, took five minutes to go one block. “Robin, how are you going to get home?”

“Oh, Dr. Kreuzer. I can’t possibly get home. It takes an hour when the weather is clear. I guess I’ll just sleep in a chair somewhere.”

“Then you’d be in no shape to work tomorrow. Why don’t you come home with me? I only live two and a half blocks from here. Don’t shake your head, no. Get your coat and come with me.”

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“Hey there little red riding hood, you sure are looking good, you’re everything a big bad wolf could want.” -Sam Sham and the Pharaohs

Reds’ mother packed the basket silently, unable to look at her daughter, who was gathering things for the days journey, chattering happily, not seeming to notice that her mother wasn’t talking. Tears stood in the older womans eyes as she watched her daughter flit about gathering things up. Red was the spitting image of the older woman, Griselda, same strong features, same willowy figure, same tall, erect form but the most striking thing on both of them was their long, fiery red hair. (more…)

I had only been home a couple of times since Mom’s funeral, on leave from the Army. When I was discharged, I bummed around a few weeks. Then I hitch-hiked home. It was dark when I went up the front steps of the house. I was surprised to find the door locked. I was even more surprised when a tall, dark-haired woman answered the door. She was full-figured, dressed in a tailored suit that showed off her curves. She looked thirty-five, maybe forty. I didn’t know what to say, but she said, “You must be Howard Jr. I recognize you from your picture. Please, call me Mother.”

I guess I just stood there with my mouth open. “Oh, you didn’t know your father remarried, did you? We wrote to your last known address, but the letter was returned, undeliverable, no forwarding address. Well, come on in. This is still your home, you know. Welcome. Would you like something to eat? A cup of coffee, anyway.” (more…)

Hi everyone. I’m a 19 year old college student and I’m writing my first sex story. The thing is I’m really not a writer so I don’t know if I can make it as exciting as some of the other stories that are posted. Probably the best thing for me to do is to try to follow the same format I see in stories that other girls have sent you.

I’ll begin by telling you something about me.I was kind of a wall flower in high school, I didn’t date much and I didn’t have a serious boyfriend. It’s not because I’m not pretty, I was just kind of shy and usually found nice ways to turn guys down when they asked me out. The other thing was that I suspected that most guys were just trying to get laid. Like at most schools, the guys had a competition going to see who could get laid with the most girls and I didn’t want anything to do with that. After a while I got a reputation for being stuck up and most guys quit asking me out. I didn’t even go to my prom.

Like I said, I’m pretty enough. I’m a cute baby faced brunette with big brown eyes and a button nose, and even though I’m 19 I could pass for 14. I’m 5 feet tall, 103 lbs with 34B-23-33 measurements. My legs are long for a girl my height and they’re smooth and pretty.

In spite of my shyness, I did have sex quite a few times before I while I was in high school. I actually had sex with 6 different guys before I graduated but none of these guys went to my school. I made love for the first time between my freshman and sophomore years with a friend from music camp.

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It had been a long and frustrating day at my stand in the vast exhibition hall, lots of enquiries but not one firm order!

I’d counted at least fourteen invitations to dinner, twelve requests for a drink that evening and at least two blatant, “come with me and I’ll show you a good time” offers.

I’d responded to the second one from a middle aged man with a paunch that looked like he was pregnant by asking politely, “Why, is there someone else coming?”

Jenny, the girl on the next stand to mine let out a most unladylike guffaw and promptly lost a sale!

“Hell” she laughed, “It was well worth it, what a creep!”

Slipping off my jacket, I poured myself a gin and tonic from the mini bar and that’s when I saw the card offering an in-house pedicure and manicure for foot weary business ladies

Well that was me all right, my feet were talking to me!

I rang the number and was greeted by a very well spoken woman called Sandra, she gave me a price scale and giggled when I said, “Just come and stop my feet from abusing me, to hell with the cost”

Another gin and tonic eased my frustrations somewhat and I was just about to draw a bath when I heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Hi” she said brightly, “I’m from the anti feet abusing society!”

That made me laugh and I like her immediately,

“Well you’d better come in “I smiled, “But I wasn’t expecting you right away, I’ll just be a minute, help yourself to a drink while you’re waiting”

“Thank you, maybe afterwards” she smiled showing a beautiful set of gleaming white teeth, “But you don’t need to go anywhere, our service is expensive as you know, but we do everything for you, absolutely everything!”

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