It had all been over so soon, Eric was making out with Donna in his bedroom when he pulled out a dildo. He'd found it in his sister's room the day before and really wanted to try it out on Donna. She was surprised, so much so that she walked out on him, it wasn't that Eric hadn't been to Donna's nether regions before, it was just that she had never seen a dildo before and wasn't comfortable with it. Eric's plan for the weekend had been ruined. His parents were gone and this was the weekend he would have fucked Donna's brains out, but it didn't look like that would happen now... Later that night Eric was on the couch watching some stupid shit on TV, trying to get Donna out of his head.
The high school I went to was divided almost 50 / 50 along racial lines. That is, about half the students were white, and about half were "Indo-Canadian", either Hindu or Sikh. This might seem a bit odd to any Americans reading this story, but I assure you that it's true in at least a couple of places on Canada's west coast, where immigration from India has been rapid in recent years. I wouldn't even mention it, except that when I started hanging out with Rina, I immediately took a bit of heat from our respective racial communities. My friends really gave me a hard time about hanging around with a "packie" girl. I didn't let it bother me too much, because I had a huge crush on Rina.
My wife is the type that could be called almost prudish in her sexual desires. When we met she was still a virgin, so everything she's learned about sex has been with me. I've tried to get her to loosen up, but it's been a long and tough process. She believed that sex was just a little foreplay and then intercourse. And no matter how much I tried to get her to loosen up, she always resisted. We had been married 10 years before I finally convinced her to give me the occasional blowjob. She thought it was disgusting, but finally relented when I convinced her how much I really wanted it. The thing is, she's really great at it. She sucks a cock like she was brought up on it.
My supervisor had warned me about the old military line, "What goes on TDY, stays TDY." He said it was something people hid behind to justify affairs and other things frowned upon by the military. Since I had only been in for a year and this was my first ever deployment, he wanted me to stay out of trouble. "Stay away from married women!" was his last warning as he booted me out the door of his office so I could get to the transport flying us out. I listened to him, but some of the married women had other thoughts in mind... ***By the time we landed overseas, I could already see several of the married women had removed their wedding rings and were flirting with the young airmen.
I was at a loss as to why I had been invited as a dinner speaker to a bunch of web page designers. It probably had something to do with the presentation I had done years earlier on characteristics of effective web-page design. I busily updated my presentation because I would do almost anything to stay at the Inn at Squaw Creek during ski season for free. I explained to my wife that I would be going to the conference mid-week for only one night so it hardly made sense for her to take the kids out of school. I packed up my ski equipment, laptop, projector, and, for some reason, my guitar. I hopped into my Ford Explorer at 5 the next morning, and bombed up to Squaw.
My wife, Kay, at 36, is the hottest woman in the neighborhood! She's 5'11", with long soft red hair, a hot sexy ass, and an always-wet shaved pussy. And she's got the sweetest soft little mouth that loves to suck cock. While Kay has always had an above average sexual appetite, she has recently been on Provara, which is a fertility drug normally used to regulate a woman's cycle. But one of it's side effects or added benefits, depending on ones perspective, is that if alcohol is consumed when on the drug a woman's need for a man increases at least one hundred fold...
I am 35, my wife is 26. We'd been married for about 3 years. It was my second marriage and my wife was a very horny girl. After we were married about a year, Rena told me all of her fantasies. Her biggest one was to be tied to the bed, blindfolded, ear plugs a hood over her head, total sensory deprivation. She didn't want to see, hear, or be able to move. And she wanted me to do this early in the morning and come in every hour or two and do anything I wanted to with her. She also said that she wanted to be gagged so she wouldn't be able to object or try to stop her assailant. What a fantasy.
I was working as a sales manager at a car dealer shop. On this day, a young and smart girl, probably in her 30's came into the dealership to buy a low-priced car for getting her to and from her job at a motel where she worked in housekeeping. After a quick presentation of an older model Ford Escort, she agreed to a price on the condition that the car drove alright. I got in the car with her, Jaya was her name, and we headed out onto the highway. Jaya was pleased with the car and besides it was the only one I had that she could afford with the small amount of cash that she had. Yeah, she exclaimed, I think I like this and I know it would get good gas mileage. I'll take it.
I went on a business trip to a small town. I had a lot to do and my stay there was going to be about five months long. When I arrived the company lodged me at a room in the apartment that belonged to a woman. She lived there with her daughter. It was three-bedroom apartment, that's why we could live all together without hampering each other. Moreover, the woman was happy to have another source of finances as she worked hard for little money. My landlady was a 35-year old woman, a widow, rather pretty. Nice figure, very energetic and interesting to talk to. Her name was Gauri. Her daughter, Renu, was just irresistible. She took after her Mom in face and shape, too.
I joined the travel agency as an executive. It was run by a lady named Nancy, who in fact was the owner's wife. Since Mr.Philip had a lung problem he never came to the office. Hardly went out from his home even. Nancy was at least fifteen years older than me and not a very appealing lady. She was fairly tall, dark and heavy. Her face was Ok enough, without the padding in the cheeks in fact she would have been passably good looking.