Lesbian

It was our last hooray for the summer vacation of my second year of school. My student club sisters and I were clubbing and were pretty close to getting drunk when Becky suggested hitting a Canadian strip club Monty’s. A little drunk we all agreed to cross the Canada border from Rouses Point, New York. Upon arrival we found chairs at the front of the stage. A big tits blonde shook her stuff for everything they were worth and the more tip money we did the more she danced for us. On the wall was a sign:

In the early hours of the morning Ginny and 17 years of student woke up to the sound of the television downstairs. She looked at her clock, it was 1:30. Ginny went down to investigate. She looked through a hole in their spiral staircase to get a clear view of the TV set.

On the TV was a porn movie she looked down the stairs… So she decided to watch the program. She saw how a beautiful young girl was showering when her mother came in and looked at her. The girl didn’t notice her and began to masturbate, in a fraction of a second she had come as she came the girl looked up in the mirror and saw her mother walking to her, kneeling on her knees and began to eat her daughter’s sweet young pussy.

Leslie and I had a party for some friends. Leslie is 24, 5'9" slim, but shaped, very sexy with long blonde hair bright blue eyes and 34B perky tits and fantastic legs and ass. She often blinks with her tits after a few drinks and we even had a threesome recently with my friend Steve when we fucked her for hours. She had felt a little guilty in the cold light, but soon she got over it when I assured her again.

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to begin. It was already 15 minutes after midnight and the big girl with breasts was clearly in a bad mood. Her date for the evening had left her, none of her friends were there, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. She sighed, she leaned back on the scratchy chair when the lights finally dim.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, blinking a spear of light at the opening curtains. Some dumb guy walked down the aisle. She sat next to Wendy and annoyed the unhappy girl anyway. The theater was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman should only sit one chair away. The pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice flourished to life and Wendy looked at the newcomer from the corner of her eye.

When I left college I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that there were at least 20 qualified candidates for each job. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, because they seemed to favor male photographers. I got discouraged and desperate, then I met Tish.

She was a new model and we quickly became friends. She was the one who suggested I take some glamour shots from her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She thought being a woman was an asset in glamour photography. I rented a studio and while Tish dressed up, I put the locker room in jeans and a tee shirt, but it was a completely different Tish coming out. Talking about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy braces belt and high heels shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts. “Would you like it?” she turned her lips as she crossed the room. You think they’re sexy enough? I whistled out of appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I’d jump on her. God!

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.

I get along with my apartmentmate Martha, but since we’re both working women and active on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as neat and clean as we’d like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to put it right and clean it that really needed it, so that we despaired to ever get it back together. I heard a colleague of mine talking about a friend who had hired someone to help with the cleaning and I immediately realized that we should. I discovered the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would devote to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do miracles in one day.

This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.

Oh man! Her mouth feels good on my dick! If she keeps this up, she’ll get a big mouth. That’s okay. She likes to swallow. She can never get enough dick and who am I to deny her? I tell her what I type and it’s really excited her, the more I type, the harder she sucks.

Before I tell you what she’s been up to, let me tell you about us. It’s my girlfriend. Kathy sucking my dick. She’s 42 years old but doesn’t look a day older than 30. She’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it because she shaves completely. She’s in good shape and has a smile to die for. My name is Frank; I’m 42, I’m training three days a week, and I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty well hung; eight centimeters to be exact. I met Kathy through a mutual friend almost a year ago and I moved in with her about a month ago.

Although I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight… I had to admit the food went well. My ribs were mildly painful from laughing at Steve tell us about how he tried to get into his football uniform and wide open the cross. You suggest that we feel more comfortable in the living room, so we all filled our wine glasses and moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat on your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) starts to tell us about the problems he had in chemistry at university and requires tutoring. He told us that all he learned from his teacher was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to the exchange of our erotic school stories.