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  “I’m going to ride your hard cock, Tom,” she said, and her hips started moving up and down on him. I moved behind her, so I could watch her ass go up and down. She started slowly again, then built up a momentum, until she was riding him hard, just like she promised.

  As she bounced on top of him, up and down, up and down, she said, “Am I good slut for you baby?”

  “Yes,” I said, and I started stroking my own cock faster with her rhythm.

  Tom was grabbing her tits as she fucked him. “Oh yes,” he said. “I’m going to cum!”

  Dianne moved off him, and quickly grabbed his cock, jerking him off as she got her face right next to him.

  “Cum in my mouth,” she said. “Blow your load like I’m a whore.”

  Seconds later Tom threw back his head, moaned so loud I thought someone was sure to hear, and ejaculated all over my wife’s face and tongue. A second, smaller explosion came out of him, then she licked a small drop of cum that was left on his dick.

  He put his hands behind his head. “Wow,” he said. “Sorry, but that’s the only thing I can think of to say about all this.”

  “No apology needed,” I said.

  Dianne wiped her face on one of his sheets, then looked at my hard cock and said, “Get that over here.”

  Tom watched as she blew me, then swallowed every drop as I came inside her mouth.

  Back in our room we slept the entire night, and didn’t even talk about what happened until a few days later. Dianne told me that she wanted to please me, and would fulfill any fantasy I had.

  “I want to keep you satisfied,” she said.

  Since then we’ve had other encounters, but the first one is the one I still think about whenever I need to satisfy myself.

  Best,

  Mark

  Put-Put

  Dan and Cindy wrote to tell us about one sexy night on a put-put course. There’s nothing sexier than thinking you might just get caught!

  Dear Dallas -

  It was so hot hearing about your adventures, and after seeing your post, I wanted to email you right away.

  You asked for us to describe ourselves? My girlfriend’s name is Cindy, and we’ve been dating for about three years. (I know, when are we going to get married, right? That’s another topic!) We’re both in our late 20’s. I guess a good description of me would be ‘husky’, and I’ve always felt I was damned lucky to have such a cute girlfriend.

  When we had been together about a year, we started to get more kinky in our sex. Before then, we mainly had ‘straight’ sex I guess you call it? We had tried different positions, gave each other oral, but nothing out of the ordinary.

  One afternoon last October, we had some drinks, and decided to spend the afternoon playing put-put golf. At the time, I didn’t expect anything sexual to come from our little trip. I should have known better though when before we left, she came out of her bedroom wearing the cutest black miniskirt and white polo shirt. Her outfit reminded me of a sexy tennis player, her petite form having just the right look to make me think of staying home and just ripping her clothes off.

  “You’re not wearing a bra,” I said.

  She turned around, and lifted her skirt, showing me her thong and nice, round ass.

  “We are going to put-put, right?” I asked.

  She laughed and said, “If you win, you get a prize!”

  “I’m going to win,” I said.

  We got to the course, and it was all lit up for night play, but being a week night, there were just a few people playing. When we paid and got our putters, I couldn’t help but notice the teenager behind the counter watching Cindy’s every move.

  “You’re bad,” I said, as we went out to play.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Tempting that young man!”

  She laughed, and we started our game. Yes, it was hard to concentrate. Cindy was doing her best to distract me, flashing her ass in front of me with every put I made. Finally, at around hole six or seven, the fun part of the night really happened.

  We were almost tied up, but I was ahead, and thought I might just win. I was concentrating on getting my ball through this miniature wind mill, when from behind me Cindy said, “Oh Dan, lookie here!”

  I turned around to see her twirling her thong on the end of her finger. She gave me an evil ‘I’m winning this match!’ grin.

  “Someone might see you,” I said. I looked around, and I could hear the voices of people playing, but couldn’t see anyone. “You are going to make it really tough on me, huh?”

  “You’ll just have to do the best you can,” she said. “Don’t worry, there’s no kids around.”

  “Yeah, just other people,” I said.

  “You want me to put them back on?”

  “No, no,” I blurted out. “I think I like where this game is going.”

  I took my shot, putting my ball forward, and didn’t even look to see where it went. I was too excited to watch Cindy take her turn. She pretended to be really concentrating on her shot, and she bent over way too far while she did it.

  “Are you staring at my ass?” she said.

  “And more.”

  We heard another couple coming up behind us, she took her shot, and we walked to see where our balls were on the other side of the windmill. When we got there, she kissed me, and rubbed my crotch, making me hard as a rock.

  “Forget this hole,” I said. “Let’s move on.”

  I wanted to stay ahead of the couple behind us, so we skipped the next hole and went straight to the last one. It was a big, dumb looking dinosaur. You were supposed to put your balls underneath its legs, but it also had a staircase going up its tail. You could walk across the dinosaur’s ‘back’ if you wanted.

  Cindy started up the stairs in front of me, then lifted her skirt. “Come and get it.”

  I didn’t complain about not finishing the game. The thought of messing around, right there in public, was a real turn on, but I will be the first to admit I was nervous as hell. We could see the entire course from there. The place wasn’t dark at all, although the only way you could see us was if you came up behind us on the steps. “What if that couple finds us?” I asked.

  She stopped at the top of the stairs, her hands on the top step, her ass in the air in front of me.

  “What if they do? You’d better hurry then!”

  “You want to do it right here?” I asked.

  “Get your cock out, and into me,” she said.

  I unzipped my jeans and took out my cock. I wasn’t even close to being hard yet, I was just too nervous. I tried stroking it, and she turned around to help me.

  She sat down on the steps, and pulled me towards her. “Come here and I’ll suck you,” she said.

  Cindy licked my shaft, then took me into her mouth, and as I looked around at people playing put-put, my cock got hard fast. She pulled my jeans down to my knees, and turned around, so her ass was facing me again.

  “You want to fuck me on the put-put course?” she asked, lifting her skirt.

  “Damn yes,” I said.

  I maneuvered behind her, and she grabbed my cock to help me get inside. She moaned loud as I entered her cunt, and I realized then just how wet she was.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  I grabbed her hips, and started pushing my cock into her. Still nervous, I looked around as I really started to fuck her hard, and watched as the couple behind us walked right underneath.

  “Quiet,” I said. But it probably didn’t matter. I was sure that couple must have heard us, because by that time I was slamming my cock into her pussy. My thighs were so loud as they hit her ass over and over, we must have been heard!

  “Just keep fucking me,” she said.

  “You rubbing that little clit of yours?” I asked, still fucking her fast and hard.

  “Mmm, yeah,” she said. “I’m touching my pussy.”

  I felt myself getting ready to cum, and even though she wasn’t on the pill, I couldn’t stop
what I was doing. I pulled her hips and ass hard into me, and exploded inside her cunt.

  “I’m cumming!” I yelled.

  At almost the same time, Cindy’s body began to shake, and she said, “Oh yes, oh yes, I’m cumming right here!”

  I leaned over onto her, and she said, “My knees are scraped to hell!”

  I pulled up my jeans as quick as I could. “You ok?” I said.

  She started up the stairs in front of me, and as she started to cross the dinosaur bridge, said, “Look.”

  I turned around, and behind us, just beyond the bottom of the steps, two guys, probably in their early 20’s, were just standing there. Yes, they had big smiles on their faces.

  I looked at Cindy, and she just waved at them, laughing.

  We’ve fantasized about that time on many occasions, talking about how we got caught fucking each other. I’ll never forget it!

  Please send more of your adventures, we would love to read them.

  Friends,

  Dan and Cindy

  Samantha emailed to tell me about her very first time.

  First Time

  Dallas-

  I saw your post and wanted to tell you about my first time. Yes, the first time I had sex was in high school, but I was already 18. (I was a little slow compared to my friends I guess). Unlike most girls I knew, I just wasn’t interested in guys my own age all through school. I can’t really say why, they just didn’t seem mature enough.

  I wasn’t exactly the cheerleader type either, so I always thought that boys just weren’t interested. I was also really into music from my sophomore year on, and by the time I was a senior, I found myself spending more and more time at the piano. I was really good, too, and getting better. At least, that’s what Mr. Hannon, my music teacher told me.

  Before you think the worst, nothing happened between us, at least, not until I was legal! It was just a week before graduation, and I had just turned 18. I was in the music room after school, practicing a new piece that I planned on playing for my parents after graduation.

  As I played, I heard the door open, and I smiled as Mr. Hannon came in quietly. It was pretty routine for him to stop by and listen. I felt closer to him than any of the friends who were my age. It was also routine for him to flirt with me. The sexual tension between us had been building for months, but he had never done or tried anything.

  I didn’t kept playing, and Mr. Hannon leaned on the piano to listen as I finished.

  When I got done, he said, “You’re the best student I ever had.”

  I felt myself blushing. “Thank you,” I said. “But I haven’t graduated yet.”

  “Getting ready for summer, Chelsea?” he asked.

  “I guess so,” I said.

  “Samantha,” he said. I looked at him, he smiled, then looked away quickly. “I’m going to miss you.”

  The two of us talked a lot in the months before my graduation, but he never sounded so, well, intimate.

  “Me too,” I said. “I appreciate all the time you’ve spent teaching me.”

  He sat down next to me on the piano bench, our legs touching. I felt a little tingle, one I didn’t recognize at the time for what it was. I knew I was excited, I just didn’t realize I was excited.

  I looked at him, and then looked away again quickly. “Do you like me?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he said, laughing. “Do you like me?”

  “No,” I said. “Do you really like me?”

  He didn’t say anything for a long time. It seemed like forever.

  “Yes,” he said.

  I don’t know why, but I turned and kissed him on the cheek. It was such a silly, school girl crush thing to do. He touched my long red hair with his hand, then turned away.

  He got up, and I thought he was going to leave.

  “Sorry,” I said. But he didn’t leave. The door to the room had a small window in it, and he looked through it. Then, he locked the door. The tingling feeling came back again.

  Mr. Hanson came back to the piano, then took my hand, and pulled me up towards him. He kissed me, long and hard. It was the most erotic kiss I had ever gotten.

  My breasts were pressed against him, and I felt my nipples get erect. I knew I wanted to be with him.

  We kept kissing, and then suddenly, his hands were all over me. He was rubbing my breasts on the outside of my shirt, and then his hand moved down. He moved under my skirt, and started rubbing between my legs.

  We ended up on the floor, right in front of the music room’s chairs. I had no idea what to do next. My hands were around his neck. He reached up, and took one of my hands, then moved it down between his legs. He was hard as a rock.

  He unbuttoned my shirt, and as soon as it was open, he started kissing and massaging my breasts.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said, and then he reached around to unclasp my bra. I wasn’t doing much, except rubbing the outside of his crotch, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t willing. I just wasn’t that experienced at this sort of thing.

  After a few moments, he got the clasp undone, and I felt him take in a huge breath as my breasts were freed.

  “You have unbelievable tits,” he said. “Can you unzip my pants for me?”

  I did as he asked.

  “Now reach inside, and stroke me,” he said.

  I reached into his pants, and felt his hard, throbbing cock. It wasn’t the first cock I had ever touched - that honor belonged to Billy Clemson back in the 10th grade, but it was the first one I stroked thinking it might soon be inside me.

  “It’s so big, and hard,” I said. I thought I sounded silly, so I added, “Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize,” he said, smiling. “Have you ever touched a cock before?”

  I lied. “No.”

  “Just stroke it with your hand,” he said. You can take it out of my pants.”

  I pulled his cock out, and it wasn’t as big as I imagined from just touching it, but it was still a good size.

  Mr. Hanson started kissing, and then sucking my nipples. The tingling came back again, and I noticed my hips were moving back and forth as his hand reached into my panties. He started rubbing my pussy with his fingers, all the while he kept kissing me. My lips, my neck, then back down to my nipples again.

  “Take off your skirt,” he said.

  I unzipped my skirt, and slid it off.

  He started sucking on my tits again, and I heard myself moaning. It was so surreal for me then, because I didn’t expect to feel that way. He kissed between my breasts, then moved down to kissing my stomach. While he kept kissing me, he moved his hands to slide off my panties.

  I pulled them off when he got them halfway down, and he started breathing quickly. He practically tore off his belt and undid his pants, now moving so quick, I didn’t realize what was about to happen.

  Then, suddenly, he was on top of me, pushing my legs apart, and then I felt his thickness enter inside me.

  “Mr. Hanson,” I said, gasping. I was going to tell him it was my first time, but the words just didn’t come out.

  The first thrust barely entered me, the second thrust a little further, the third thrust he plunged his cock all the way into my virgin pussy.

  “Ow!” I yelled. He stopped for a second, then slowly started thrusting again.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  “Y-Y-Yes,” I gasped.

  He started really fucking me fast and hard, with my arms wrapped around his neck. At one point he pulled back a little, and said, “Put your hands on my chest. I want to look at you.”

  His eyes were watching my tits and body as he fucked me. It didn’t hurt after the first couple of minutes, and I wondered how long sex was supposed to last. I didn’t even know!

  He started breathing faster and faster, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His skin was sweaty, and he smelled masculine.

  Then, without warning, he thrust forward and laid down on top me, almost screaming so loud I thought fo
r sure someone would hear him.

  “Oh yes!” he said. “Yessss!”

  His thrusts stopped, and he was heavy laying on top of me, and not knowing what to do, I just wrapped my arms around him.

  “Was it ok for you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “We better go,” he said. “I don’t want to get caught.”

  We quickly got dressed, only giving each other quick glances. We saw each other a few times after that day, but never had sex again. I never told him it was my first time, and I was lucky I didn’t get pregnant. Now that I’m older, I still can get wet thinking about Mr. Hanson and just how naïve I was. My first time was hot, sexy, kinky, and so taboo!

  Hugs and Kisses-

  Samantha

  Melanie wrote to tell me about her first sexual experience with another woman. It’s a very steamy story I think you’ll enjoy.

  Intern Lust

  Dallas -

  Yes, I have had experiences with other women, and I would be happy to tell you about them! I’m single, and I’ve been working for a t.v. station for about 2 years. Obviously I appreciate you keeping confidential what I’m telling you, because in my profession people can judge you pretty quickly!

  When I was just out of college, I started as an intern at another competing station. I had been warned that normally other women in my field are very competitive, especially when the latest ‘hot young thing’ comes walking in to intern.

  One of the first people I met was Sharon, who was one of the meteorologists. She was in her late thirties, pretty, with blonde hair. We seemed to hit it off right away, which surprised me. Friends of mine told me to watch my back, but something about Sharon told me she wasn’t out to get me. Little did I know she would ‘get me’ in a totally different way!

  Sharon and I started working out together at the same gym each morning. After a couple of weeks, we really started talking about anything and everything.