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I Lost It

By: Tunak Mizaz



This is the story of the time when I had no exposure to sex but plenty of stirrings in my head and still more in my loins. And so many times I had to satisfy my urges by shaking my stick while fantasizing about some lady or the other. It was very frustrating at times because the women I was fantasizing about lived in the neighborhood, and were all seemed sexually satisfied, where there did not seem a chance for me to be invited by them to be there lover. I was desperate to lose my virginity, and yet the only holes I was entering were in my dreams. I was a king without a conquered woman.

There was this one lady, who lived next door. She was voluptuous and had all the inviting looks. She had a nice pair of tits, and a well proportioned ass, and a million dollar smile. Except, that her smile was not meant for me. I would seek her attention by trying to be extra courteous, and run an odd errand for her and expect some return but it was always a cold thanks that I would get. She was, otherwise, lively and gay. So many nights, when I would be tossing in my bed, fantasizing about her, my desires would be inflamed by her occasional laughter or her soft whisper. We lived in adjacent flats and in the silence of the night, it was easy to hear voices travel into each others place. I would visualize her making it with her husband, and even feel her reaching her orgasm when I would wake up in the middle of the night, and hear her rasping voices of pleasure. The bastard must be really 'big' and working hard in the bed, that his woman does not even look at others to satisfy her. I was awfully envious. I could have done anything to creep into her bed and ravish her. Only if I could...

One night, while I could not sleep and was wondering outside, I strayed towards her place. There was a light I could see, in her bathroom. Desperate to see, if I could get a glimpse of the lady I was pining for, I tried to peep through the ventilator. Now I could not make out much, except that a woman was sitting to pee. I had my first distant glimpse of the female pee hole. She was bushy down there, and I heard the trinkling sound of someone's falling golden stream out of her pee-hole. I was ecstatic at my discovery. My heart was pounding, mouth had gone dry and there was a raging erection down below, which I was fondling unknowingly at the sudden discovery of what I had dreamt for so long.

Soon it became a routine for me to delay my sleeping hour, till I had the glimpse of my woman peeing in her loo. After that I would retire to my bed, fantasize about her in all the possible nude postures and shake myself well till I shoot the cum all over my bare tummy, wipe it and doze off...to wake up again next morning dreaming about the cunt, I could only get a distant dim view of in the hours of midnight. There were times, when I would hang around outside even during the day to hear her use the loo once her husband had left, and I knew she would be alone. She had a niece staying with her, whom I could have fantasized about, but I could only dream of her ripe mature Aunt.

I had already imagined how would she look without her clothes but there was no way I could satisfy my curiosity and urges. The ventilator through which I used to peep would allow me just enough glimpse of the seated person on the commode. I thanked my stars that I never had the honour of seeing that woman's husband's cock. I always felt he must be big, and after all he was fucking the woman I badly wanted to lay, as his legal rights. Well, my frustrations were increasing with my desires going beyond my control. I was not making any head way into her hole...and I badly wanted to serve her royal cunt. I can even today visualize what I had looked at and imagined about her pussy...such was the intensity of my lust for her. And she was least aware about it.

Finally an opportunity came my way. Her husband informed me that he would be out of town for a couple of days and if I would mind sleeping the night over in his living room, since his wife was not keeping a good health. Ah at last, I could enter the flat of my cherished one. I agreed immediately. He told me that she could take care of herself, but he wanted some one to take care, just in case. And their niece was visiting her folks around that time, otherwise he would not have bothered me. For me it was a long awaited pleasure, that this fool hardly knew. Even if he did, I do not know if he cared about it. He had taken her enough number of times to worry about chastity belts for the waiting wife, I thought. 

The night came very slowly, I could hardly wait to ring the bell at night. Somehow once it was dark, after finishing my supper, I stood before the door of my lady love, trembling with anticipation and excitement. I rang the bell, the voluptuous one opened the door with a smile. I told her that I had come to keep her company. She said that she was quiet alright but her husband makes such a fuss that I had to be bothered. I said it would be a pleasure to be of any service, and I meant it. I was hoping for some rewards for my night at their place, may be a love game with her in her bed. She dampened my spirits and pointed at the couch in the living room, if I would be comfortable there. I mumbled yes. Then she showed me the loo, saying there is only one in their flat, with a door each opening into her bedroom and living room. So this was the den I was peeping into. She told me to unlock the door after finishing my business whenever I used the loo. I nodded, planning my move to peep at her golden trickling hole. Could I dare to peep at her when I was staying in her place? I could have gone to any length to get a close look at her.

She retired into her bedroom. After tossing and turning with my fantasies about her, I would have just dozed when I heard some familiar sound. Seeing me asleep, she did not bolt the door of the loo. With pounding heart, I slowly crept out of my bed, and crawled to the ajar door. I needed to be in her royal presence. There she was, my royal Queen, sitting atop her throne, and relieving herself. This was the closest I had seen her ever, her milky white thighs were in my sight and look! She was all bare, a suntanned beauty and what lovely knockers she had, exactly the way as I had dreamt of her. I had a raging hard on, and needed to stroke myself. I saw her glide out, and I too returned to my bed. I lied there fantasizing about my discoveries and shaking myself away...till I shot with a shudder. 

Next morning I left early to attend my classes. But my thoughts through out the day lingered around the lady. I just could not focus on anything else, and would have loved to shake again. I bunked my classes in the afternoon, and once back home, shagged twice and yet felt unfulfilled. I was desperate to lick her and fuck her, but did not know if my fantasy would come true.

Once the night fell, I rang the bell to her flat. It was opened by the niece. I was crestfallen. I knew now that this girl was back, I would be unceremoniously told that my services were not needed. Suddenly that lady came from behind and asked me to come inside. She said if it was okay with me I could stay back, especially if I had no other plans. She said that her husband would appreciate that. My heart rejoiced, but at the same time I had the lingering doubts about fulfillment of any fantasy with a third person around. Soon it was time for bed, and the two women retired inside, and I was left to toss and turn on the couch in the living room. 

After a while, I heard some sound from the loo. I leapt out to crawl to peep inside. This was the closest I could see the lady I felt I had fallen in love with. Inside, it was a milky white, delicately built niece and she was relieving herself. I felt a tinge of desire for her, would have loved to barge inside and kiss her full mouthed, and if she relented even made love to her...I was falling for the delicate beauty. Or was it an age where all women appear attractive. Anyway, she left the loo soon bolting her side of door behind. I wanted go inside to breath her lingering aroma, when suddenly I heard rustling of the curatians behind. I turned around startled, still on my all fours, since I had crawled to my peeping point. It was the lady of the house. So we have a peeping tom here, she whispered. I did not know how to react, I was caught peeping at her piddling niece and I had my cock raging hard as a witness to the whole episode. She gestured me to get up, and naked as I was, I stood. By now the reality had dawned on me, and my hard on had become a limp, and I was scared. What if she calls the police, or once her husband comes tells him about this and he might take out his ire on me. I was looking down when I realized something strange. She was naked.

She motioned to me to enter the loo. She came behind, and sat down on the toilet seat. I was perplexed. She smiled and uttered, I knew all along that you enjoyed watching me. And I asked my husband to let you stay here on the pretext of illness. But now that I caught you peeping at my niece, I must punish you. I blurted out that I thought it was her. Nice excuse to look at naked virgin, she retorted.

She was spreading her legs apart, and I could see her fur around the pussy. She had very little growth, and her outer cunt lips could be seen. All my desires had left and I did not know what would come next, a verbal or a physical assault; and how would I face her hereafter. All these questions were assailing me; and also her gestures were confusing. She was sitting in front of me all naked, and so was I. 

She hissed, kneel down in front of me. I knelt and could see her pussy closely, but I could not fix my gaze at the altar of worship for fear of offending her further. So what is it that you enjoy peeping at. You, my Queen, er M'me, I muttered. Yes, call me the Queen, cut the formalities of M'me, she said. And, would you serve your queen like a slave, she asked. Yes, my Lady, I would always serve you. I did not understand where this conversation was leading, but my fears were becoming less. 

Next she said, do you like to see me pee. I nodded. I would oblige you, if you drink my golden trickle. And before I could react, she started squirting the golden fluid on me, extended her hand around my neck and shoved my face into her pee hole. I was a willing learner, but had never had tasted pee. Well, I opened my mouth and got the warm salty taste of my Queen's fresh squirts of pee. I would have loved to see her red cunt but it was difficult. I could still get an acrid inviting smell of her pussy and feel warmth of her cunt on my face. I was ecstatic to have come so close. My cock stirred at these activities and soon was hard enough for her to notice. She finished her job and pushed my face away. I wiped my face to remove the fluids that I could not swallow initially. She looked at my cock and asked me to stand in front of her. I obeyed, with a hard on staring directly into her face. 

So Mr Cock is not bowing to the Queen, I must teach him a lesson. Saying that, she grabbed it into her hands as if holding a piece of meat. With her fingers she rolled the foreskin back. My cock head was blood red and shining with the pre cum. There was even a drop of pre cum at the eye of the cock. She pulled me closer, holding my cock towards her. She took out her tongue and with the tip of the tongue tasted my pre cum. Mmm, it is tasty, she muttered.. She started fondling with the balls and stroked the shaft till I started agonizing for a relief. This was the first time my cock had got so much attention, otherwise till date I was only stroking it in the dark of the night, dreaming of the cunt hole of my Queen. She was relishing what she was doing to me. Suddenly she commanded coldly, you Slave, make me ready to ride you. I did not know what was expected of me, but I nodded willingly.

She spread her legs wider apart, exposing her now wet pussy to me. She made me kneel down in front of her and ordered "Lick Me". Was it real, I always dreamt of doing this, and now enslaved to her, she would let me lick her wide open pussy. I was exhilarated at what was to come. I bent forward to position my head in between her legs. She held my head to suit her convenience, and hissed again "Lick Me". I opened my mouth wide, and my tongue knew what to do next. Soon I was slurping, licking and sucking her pussy. I kept on jabbing my tongue deeper into her hole, trying to reach entrance to her womb, if I could. She started relaxing a bit, slumped little more behind on the seat, I had to readjust to that. But I did not mind for I was beyond the point of control. I was enjoying eating her pussy, and she was satisfying my hunger for her by squirting her tasty juices in my mouth. Her juices were copious and so was my thirst for her. This would have gone on endlessly, when she pushed my head away. She got up from her place and ordered me to sit there instead. I obeyed yet again. 

Once I had settled on the seat. She sat astride me, telling me to hold my stiff rod to ease herself on to that. I was a fast learner now. She eased her wide open pussy into my eagerly waiting cock. It slid into her smoothly. Now she was ready to ride me and fuck me, she said. Oh only if you would, my Queen, I spoke, breathlessly. True to her words, she was soon riding me wildly and I too was riding into the heavens of ecstasy. She was an experienced woman, and I was her most willing pupil. Soon I too wanted to fuck her deeper and deeper. My mind was blowing apart with her wild movements, and I wanted to loose all that I had to, including my virginity at the alter of this voluptuous teacher. 

She finally cried yes fuck me hard, and as if on the cue, I started to cum. It was a moment of discovery, when I felt the whole world bursting around me, with me shooting as if forever into her. She peaked around the same time, and then slumped closer to me, hugging me tight and hurting my back with her sharp nails. This pain was the reward of my lost virginity, and I felt as if I owned her now. I kissed her hard on the mouth, sucking and biting her lips and she responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth and sucking me harder. I loved those moments of satisfying passion.

After a while, she got up and without looking back went to her bedroom. I heard her scream, you finger fucking slut, you too were peeping. She was shouting at her niece, who was watching the whole show of sucking and fucking, and stimulating herself with her fingers apparently. I did not know what to do, being caught in the act the second time. Now did it mean more trouble or more pleasures... Anyway, the Queen said, let me sleep now, I shall settle this in the morning.

I left her place early next morning to make it to the college in time. But I knew that my heart and cock will always be with my Queen. There was another matter to settle too. Would I ever get to lay her niece, with her watching the live fuck show. Such details must be left for confessions later. I was relishing my newly lost virginity at last...

I Lost My Best Friend



"Where the hell were you all night?" was the first question my wife, Ruth, angrily asked when I walked in through the kitchen door at 4:12 in the morning. She said it with hands on her hips and with a frantic agitation in her voice. Not to mention, her eyes were burning holes through me.

"Out." I noticed the red brew light of the coffee maker was on. "Any coffee left?" She said nothing. I grabbed my coffee mug from the rack on the counter and poured what little there was left into it. With my back up against the sharp edge of the formica counter, I took a sip. It was still hot but burnt, stale, and it left a bitter after taste in my mouth. How fitting. I waited for the next round of interrogation to begin. I didn't have to wait long.

"Steve, I've been calling you non-stop since 7:00 last night. I left over twenty voice messages. Why was your phone turned off? You could have at least called. I was worried sick thinking you were lying dead in a ditch somewhere." 

I was impressed. I think Ruth got it all out without so much as taking a breath. Her face was flushed, her voice angry, but at least she'd stopped shouting at me for the moment. I could see the anguish in her red-rimmed eyes, as she stood there in her ratty bathrobe, arms crossed in front of her, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. 

"Well? Where were you?" she asked, leaning forward, resting her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.

"I got some bad news yesterday and needed a little alone time to get my head around it." I spoke in a quiet, calm voice, my eyes locked on hers. 

Her mood drastically changed. "I'm sorry. Why didn't you say that from the beginning? It must have been something really devastating to keep you out all night. You should have called me, I would have understood." 

Ruth's concern almost sounded genuine. I thought about the report I'd received yesterday afternoon, and yes, she would have understood.

"Honey, what was the bad news?" she asked. Her voice sounded sympathetic, like she was reaching out to me.

I paused for a brief moment and looked at my wife—the woman I'd been with for the last twenty-eight years, the mother of our three children—the love of my life. I started to answer, but the words stuck in my throat. In my mind, I relived the nightmare of the last twelve hours, and tried again.

"I lost my best friend yesterday." 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She started to say more, then abruptly stopped. "Steve, for a moment, I thought you said you lost your best friend. Honey, David's not dead. I talked to him at least twice last night. He even went out in his car to try and find you." 

I set my coffee cup down on the counter next to me and faced my wife. "I never said it was David, did I?" My cold stare said it all. I watched as the color drained from Ruth's face. Her body then seemed to cave in on itself. 

"I know what you did, and with whom. I just want to know why?" 

The private investigator's report was detailed, way too detailed for my comfort. I'd suspected for a while, but the cold reality still felt like a punch to the gut. Ruth and David, who would have thought? Certainly not me.

"Steve, it was a stupid one time mistake. We can get through this. You know I love only you," she tearfully pleaded. 

Even now she was still lying to me, but it really didn't make a difference anymore. After looking at the photographs and listening to the audiotapes, reconciliation wasn't even a viable option. Thank God our children were grown and out on their own.

About twenty minutes later I heard one side of a hushed phone call as I packed the few things I would need for the next couple of days.

Ruth's, "Steve, I'm so sorry," was too little too late.

"I'll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff when I figure out where I'm going," I said, without even looking at her. 

This time there was no, "I love you," or kiss goodbye when I walked out the front door of our marital home for probably the last time. I felt empty and incredibly sad. How do you lose your best friend in the world and go on? 

I guess I'll have to learn.



I Lost My Key



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'I've had the day from hell,' Amy thinks to herself. 

'Boy am I glad get to the apartment and forget about work at least for tonight,' she thought. Amy takes out and puts together her wheelchair, transfers into the chair. She gathers her work laptop and purse. 

Then, Amy reached inside her jacket pocket for the key, and it's not there. 'Ok,' she thinks to herself 'where did I put my apartment key.' Amy checks everywhere, her purse; even her backpack on the back of her chair and she thinks to herself, 'no key, what's going on. Okay, where could I have left my key? This is driving me nuts. I can't believe I've misplaced it.'

'Tell me I haven't lost it; please God,' she said to herself, 'Now, I'm going to have to call Allen. And, I really don't want to do that, because every time, I see him I get so turned on all I want to do is make love to him. He's the reason why I've been distracted these past weeks,' Amy continues thinking to herself. 'I want him bad, and he just flirts with me and treats me like a friend. Every time I see him and we're alone all I want to do is roll up, wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his crotch. Pull out his tool and make love to it, rub it across my face, kiss and caress its length, watch it respond to my loving homage. I want say that I've wanted him every week after we hung out months ago. But all I can do is go home and masturbate thinking about, wishing, and hoping that it's him touching, stroking, and caressing my throbbing pussy, fondling my sensitive nipples, give me the pleasure I need to satisfy my pulsing cream-pie. He's said I'm not his type, but he IS my type and God help me I want him so bad I ache. And, he doesn't have a clue or at least I don't think he has one.' Amy thinks to herself and continues her thoughts, 'if he does then he's doing damn good job of hiding it.'

'It figures though,' Amy thinks to herself. She's has been distracted all week. 'It's hard when you're a hypersexual female, single, and a paraplegic. And to top it all off I'm a hopeless romantic too,' she continued whining to herself. 'If J didn't believe in having a relationship with one guy, it would probably be easier. But, Ohhhhh no, I have fallen for a guy that can only see me as a great friend.' 

Amy continued talking to herself in her head. 'I remember it like it was yesterday. We met at a dinner party that was being held by mutual friends. Allen got there late and ended up sitting by me. He was friendly, outgoing, with a great sense of humor. Allen started up a conversation, and we talked the night way. He explained that he had a girlfriend, but he was thinking about breaking off the relationship because he felt that they were growing apart. I thought great maybe I'll get a chance with this guy. Allen has all the qualities I find attractive in a guy. So when he asked me if we could meet again, my heart started racing, and I told him sure. He said that there was this walking/hiking trail he'd like to try and wondered if I would go with him. I said, no, I don't do the walking thing and push back from the table. It was at that moment he realized I was in a wheelchair. To this day he said that he just thought I was really short. And, for me at that moment, I lost my heart to Allen.' Amy gives herself a mental shake and pulls out her cell phone and dials Allen's number.

One ring, two rings, three rings, Allen answers, "Hey you, haven't heard from you a while."

Amy replies, "I'm okay, and cells phones can send and receive calls. I haven't heard from you in a while either."

Allen laughs, "Ok, busted, what are you up? Want to get into so mischief with me?"

Allen is always flirting, that's one of things that Amy likes about him. Although she knew it was just Allen flirting, one day she was going to take him up on his tongue and cheek sexual innuendoes. Amy replies, "Maybe later, right now, I need a favor."

Allen replies, "Sure thing, anything for you." "Well, I've lost my key to the apartment, and I can't find it anywhere. I need that spare I give you for emergencies. Can I come pick it up?"

Allen replies, "Sure, I'm just getting my buzz on," he laughs.

That was code: Allen was drinking and didn't want to drive, which is cool with Amy because she didn't want him to get on the road where he could be hurt or hurt someone.

Amy replies, "I'll come to you that way you don't have get dress or come out, okay?"

Allen said, "Sure. You know you can stay with me and get your buzz on too. Then, I can take advantage of you and you can blame it on the alcohol," he laughs.

Smiling, Amy replies, "I will come by and pick up the key, Allen. I will have to request a rain check on the buzz. I've got to work in the morning. Give me fifteen to twenty minutes, and I'll call when I get to your place, okay?"

Allen replies, "Oh, you really know how to disappoint a guy. But, at least I get to see ya, sexy lady."

Amy laughs and replies, "Yeah, right. I'll see in a few minutes, man, because it's my turn to molest you since you're getting your buzz on." Allen replies with a laugh, "Sure baby, I'm all yours do with me what you want."

Amy just laughs and says, "Good bye, Allen, I'll deal with you when I get there," and with that she ends the call, starts the car and drives to Allen's house.

Allen's house was on the outskirts of town about twenty minutes from Amy's apartment. He had never been to her apartment, but she had been to his house. She knew how to get there because she would ride by on those nights went she was so horny she couldn't sleep when it took everything in her not seduce the man of her desire. Now, she pulls into the driveway, parks the car and picks up the cell phone and out walks Allen in a white wife beater and tan cargo shorts. Amy thinks, 'Oh God, he is sexy as hell. I know I'm going to masturbate tonight.'

Allen smiles as he walks up to the car and says, "I want my hug." 

Amy opens the door and shifts positions so that she faces him as Allen slides his arms around her waist, pulling her close in the bear hug that was signature Allen. Amy loves the way Allen hugs. It was a full body hug. Chest to breast, fully engulfed and surrounded by Allen like she wants to be.

Allen loosen his hold, leans against the door and looks down at Amy, smiling he says, "So what are you going to do for me to get this key, young lady?"

Amy looks at Allen then, out of the blue, she slides her hands around his waist, pulling him forward and buries her face in his crotch. She hears Allen suck in air; he's shocked by her action. As she feels his Johnson it starts to rise to the occasion. Amy continues rubbing her face in his crotch while her hands grab a handful of his cargo shorts pulling them down. To her surprise and pleasure, Allen wasn't wearing underwear. So, what's a girl to do, except watch this monster pop up against her chin. Amy leans back, places one hand on his cock, strokes from base to tip, smiles and says, "Hello, beautiful, where have you been all my life. Do you know how long I wanted to taste you?" 

And, with that, she sticks out her tongue and slowly licks the underside of the helmet-shaped head of his sausage. Slow slurping swirls of her tongue tease him as Allen is transfixed at the sight of Amy paying loving homage to his manhood.

Her lips and tongue slide up and down, swirl around and around just the head of his man meat. She moans and looks up at him with a smile in her eyes while one hand rubs and strokes his balls, the same way her lips and tongue love his cock head. Allen can't believe Amy's doing this to him, and the sounds she's making lets him know that this girl is a cock lover.

Amy loves cock, and she has wanted this one for months and his cheeky remark just pushes her over the edge. She knew that if she saw him again she would either embarrass herself but telling him about her desire or he would be embarrassed because he didn't feel the same way about her, or she would just show him like she's doing right now. Plus she would end up going home alone to an empty bed and using her fingers to furiously fuck her hot, wet, pulsing pussy and alternating between rubbing and pinching her highly sensitive breasts bringing her horny body to climax as she imagines that it's his cock and mouth sending her over the into sexual release.

Amy forms her lips in an O and slides just head of Allen's Johnson in and out of her mouth quickly as her tongue flicks at the pisshole opening. She moans and her hands continue to fondle his ball sac. Amy rubs against his no man's land in search for that little pea that will cause him to spill his seed.

Amy backs off stroking his length and says, "My God, you taste good, are you going to give me a load? I can't wait to taste you." Then, she swirls her tongue around the head again and slowly feeds his meat into her mouth while her hands cup his balls, rubbing them up against his penis.

Allen can't believe his luck. Amy's mouth feels incredible on his cock. He enjoys her technique and the fact she appears to enjoy it too. It makes his balls tighten and the electric stocks vibrate through his body. It's at that moment Amy found the pea with her thumb as his hog finds the entrance deep into her throat. Amy feels Allen's body tense and knows he is close to his orgasm. She backs his cock out of her throat just as his penis spasms, spraying her mouth with the first jerk of his jism. She swallows and continues to swallow his meat as it spills creamy juices into her mouth. At that moment, Amy's cunt spasms in orgasm, she knows because her nipples tingled and electric shocks shot through her body. Amy thought, 'God, I love giving a guy a blow job.'

Allen doesn't realize that his hands were grasping Amy's head as he ejaculated until she pushes against them, releasing his deflated shaft from her mouth. Amy looks up at him with a smile, licking her lips said, "Now, do I get my key?"



I Lost My Virginity to My Fantasy



It started when I was about 19.

I looked at porn, read stories, and dreamt of kinky things. My friends were a mix of conservative folks and complete kinky sluts. Some liked being abused and bitten, others stayed with French-kissing and military style bases... but I was different.

Anytime I looked at porn, I thought about one guy in a school named Chaz. He had asked me several times to hook-up, but since I was still a virgin, I concluded no. He laughed that I was still a virgin in college. He was a druggie, a pot head and about 5' 5"(About my height). I imagined his cock to be thick and 8 in. when erect. Oh, I almost forgot to explain my appearance. I'm about 5' 5" and weigh and average of 130 pounds. I'm athletic, with breasts the size 34B (a big b) or 34C (a small c). I have a round bottom that's perfect size, and medium thighs that are muscular. I have dirty blonde/ brown wavy hair, probably about to my shoulders, and light brown eyes of a very large size. I'm pretty tan, with thick lips.

Anyways, as I said, I fantasized about Chaz.

And oh god, I really wanted to give him a blow-job. I have never given head, yet unlike most girls I would be most willing. I masturbated like crazy: sometimes up to 4 times a day. One day, all of my fantasies came true...

I was walking home from school, and I saw Chaz in town. I waved, but kept walking, immersed in my thoughts. I didn't realize he was following me until I got to this alleyway. I stopped, and asked him what's up. He came up to me, and asked me to come over his house. Well... I agreed cuz I had nothing better to do.

Once we got to his house, he led me to his room, and shut the door. I got so scared, and looked at him frightened with my brown eyes. He said, "I've been watching you slut. And know you're gonna get what you deserve."

I opened my mouth to question these words, but he came up to me and started stripping me. I did not protest. HE pulled his own shirt off and said "Kneel. Unzip my pants WITH YOUR MOUTH."

And so... I did. Got he felt so hard. As I unzipped his cock hit me in the face. It was just like I imagined. I waited for directions.

He told me "Suck my dick, bitch." Ugh why do those dirty words turned me on so much? I took it in, and sucked it so hard. Then I slowly released the grip my mouth had on him, and started sucking up and down, from the base to the tip. He tasted so good. He kept calling me all these names, from bitch to hoe to slut. And then his pre-cum started to leak out his member. Mmm. It tasted so good. He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick down my throat. I gagged, and then hummed and moaned so that he would cum from the vibrations I made. And he did. His jizz slid down my throat perfectly.

Then he removed his member and left me kneeling there. He called up someone on his cell, and I heard many a many people shouting on the phone. He said, "Come over, I got a bitch."

He hung up and came over to me. "Get up." he said. Then he laid me down on his bed, which smelled so much of weed. I suddenly felt a finger in my shaven cunt. "Ugnnnn" I moaned. He started slowly fucking me with his fat finger. Then he slid another one. 'Owwwww...Ugnnn" the pain and pleasure mixed in pure ecstasy. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and a bunch of voices. Chaz said "Come in."

So about 2 dudes and a chick came in. I looked at them horrified. I didn't know any of them.

The guys took off their shirts, and the chick stripped into her bra and thong. They were all muscular like Chaz, and the guys all took out their cocks. They were both HUGE: about 9 in and 10 in. The girl had huge tits, probably Ds. They all came over, and started fucking me. Everything was moving so fast.

The first guy stuck his dick in my mouth, just where Chaz's had been. The second came and started massaging and sucking my tits." This bitch got cute tits" he said. I moaned and cried in fear and pleasure. Chaz started sticking 3 fingers into me, and I cried in more pain. "Fuck this shit" he said, and placed his dick, touching my wet cunt. Slowly he pushed his dick in, while I moaned on the other guy's dick in pain. The girl was at my ass hole, since I had been lifted, and fingering my ass. I Groaned "Nooooo!" onto the guy's dick again. He was lasting a pretty good time.

Chaz pulled out of my cunt, and went for my lubed up ass hole, while the other guy who was watching fucked my sore pussy. They fucked me fast and hard, and I came after a few minutes. The other chick was licking my pussy and ass and the two cocks pumping out of me. Then all the dicks rotated, except in my ass since I was so tired from my MIND blowing orgasm. The 10 in dick fucked the other chick while she laid on top of me and rubbed our breasts together.

They must have rotated for hours, and I kept blacking out. I had so many orgasms I lost count. When I woke up again, they were all gone except Chaz.

Chaz cooed over my banged up body and licked my pussy clean. He held me tight and caressed my naked body. "Poor bitch" he said. HE smiled and shoved his dick back into my mouth. He made me suck on him till he was hard, and then he wanked himself into coming all over me. I licked the cum off my lips, but let the rest give me a facial.

He carried me to the shower and bathed me. My room mate called for me to come back to the dorm to help her with her paper. So I left.

But this wasn't our last adventure.

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I Lost My Virginity To My Sister-In-Law



I was 15 years old when I had my first wet dream. I was so confused that I hid the spoilt underwear below the mattress. It was found two days later by my sister. She gave an all-knowing look and I stood there like a culprit caught in the act of doing something wrong. She did not say anything and took the undergarment for washing. We were living together with our parents in a joint family as is still quite common in our country. Surprisingly this incident created some sort of a bond between us as I recognized her as my confidante. Since ours was a small town I took admission in a reputed college in another town and shifted to a boarding house.

While I used to come home for short vacations the visits to relatives and attending functions in the community kept me busy most of the time. On completion of the basic science course, I opted for engineering professional course at a college located in another city. It so happened that my brother was also posted to that city and to save on hostel expenses I stayed with them and attended college as a day scholar. The old confidante relationship with my sister provided an open and friendly atmosphere to me.

One day I returned early from college and entered the house using my duplicate key. My brother had gone on outstation duty for two days. As I came to the drawing room I heard my sister, who was taking bath, asking who is it? On my replying she asked me to give her the towel as she forgot to take it. I picked up the towel from her bedroom and went to the bathroom. The door was partially open and she asked me to extend my hand and give the towel. In the process I saw a reflection of her naked back in the mirror. The result was that my eyes were glued to the mirror admiring the beautiful buttocks of my sister in law. The delay in handing over of the towel made her look sideways towards the door. In the process she also realized what I was looking at. She took the towel and told me to close the door. I felt I saw a smile on her face just before I closed the door.

I sat at the dining table sipping a cold drink and continued to think about what I saw. I adjusted my tool as I felt a sudden rise on thinking about her bare buttocks. She came out wrapping the towel around her breasts and stood near the table jerking her long hair to remove the water. In the process I could see her breasts almost up to the nipples. It seemed she was purposely doing this turning towards me. Suddenly she asked me as to what was I thinking. I laughed and said that I was dreaming about her beautiful back and trying to get a glimpse of her breasts, which are bound to be beautiful. 

She asked, "Have you seen any naked women?"

I said " No, at least not as beautiful as you." Suddenly she opened the towel and stood still in front of me. The sight was simply enchanting. I was mesmerized and as if hypnotized I stood up and walked toward her and halted a few feet away. She had the most exquisite breasts round, firm with nipples hardened due to bath and rubbing of towel. The flat stomach and the mould above her pussy were covered with smooth strands of brown hair. I could not see the entrance to her cunt but the clit was partially visible covered with the lip folds. I just could not resist my moving further as I had not seen an adult naked woman before. I took her face in my hand and joined my lips to hers in a kiss with a firmness, which even surprised me. 

She did not withdraw or showed any signs of dislike. As I moved away to have a look again of her beautiful breasts, she released the towel which she was still holding behind her back and after putting her hands around my neck she pulled my face and kissed me in a manner I had never experienced before. My hand moved down to her left breast and I started slowly caressing it. Soon I moved to the other breast and pressed her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She increased her pressure on my lips, as my hand started moving towards her mould. I played with her soft hair and soon a finger found its way to her clit My knowledge of sex was bookish as I was still a virgin in that respect. 

She could not bear the excitement any further and took hold of my hand and virtually pulled me to the bedroom. She lied down on her back as I was getting out of my clothes. Once fully naked I stood in front of her, my manhood rising straight in front. I mentioned to her that I have never had a woman before. She told me not to worry, as she will teach me the art today. She caught hold of my cock and lightly kissed its head sending a thrill down my spine. She continued to suck and lick until I was to the point of exploding. She then asked me to come over her and opened her legs wide to give me my first full view of a woman's pussy.

It was so fascinating and I wanted to examine each of its elements, but the cock was in no mood to wait anymore. Sensing this she took hold of it and after rubbing it on her clit and outer lips put the tip at the entrance of the heaven of sex. It was literally a path breaking moment for my cock as it slowly entered the wet pussy of my sister. The slow in and out motion was initiated by the natural instinct of deriving pleasure from fucking your first woman. Soon it gave way to faster movement until I had my first orgasm as I poured my semen into her vagina while she moaned and raised her hips to accept my thrusts. I remained inside her for as long as I could relishing the end of my virgin status.



I Lost the Poker Game



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My name is Sean. I am 5' 10" tall, about 180 pounds and fairly well built. I have brown hair and blue eyes, which my wife says were the first thing that attracted her to me. She also says that I have a great butt. Prior to the night I am about to describe for you we had a good sex life. I'll let you decide how our sex life is now. 

My wife Maria is the girl of my dreams. She is about 5' 3", 105 pounds and has a magnificent body. Her measurements are perfect, her lightly freckled, full, natural breasts drive me absolutely nuts. Along with every other male within sight. She is 25; I am 35, so I consider myself very lucky. She still has a flat stomach and ass that will make you cry. She keeps her pubic hair shaved off except for a little tuft above her vaginal lips, which are puffy and very tasty. Which by the way, is why she keeps them shaved, so that she can enjoy one of my favorite pastimes, my head buried between her legs.

One Monday evening, as we were having dinner, Maria mentioned that her best friend Miranda had invited us to a party at her place the Friday night coming up. The party was to be a poker party, and two other couples that Miranda knew would be there. I'm not really much of a gambler, so I wasn't too excited about the idea, but I could tell Maria was enthused about the idea of getting out of the house and mingling. I reluctantly said "sure", just to make her happy. I asked if she knew who else would be there. She said that Miranda's new boyfriend Jerry would be there, and a couple that we knew, Scott and Marcia. Also a girl that Miranda works with, and her husband, whom we hadn't met before.

I asked Maria if she knew if this was a serious poker game, or penny ante? I had a reason for asking. I often joked that I don't normally gamble because I knew that I would end up hitch hiking home in my boxers. I have absolutely no acumen for cards, and no luck to compensate for the lack thereof. She said that it was supposed to be strictly for fun, so we shouldn't lose too much money. Good. 

I pretty much forgot about the game until Friday after work when Maria reminded me about it. Maria dressed in a short skirt and top with spaghetti straps, low cut, that complemented her delectable cleavage. It was summer time in the Midwest, so I wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt. I didn't look like a slob, but there was no mistaking which one of us was the "better half".

We arrived at Miranda's house, which I have always been impressed with. She is relatively successful, has a management position and can afford a nice home. We were to play our game in the den, but afterwards everyone would be welcome to utilize her deck, pool or hot tub. Miranda greeted us at the door wearing a white sundress, the hem of the skirt fluttering around her long legs as she walked. 

Damn her! I had to wonder to myself whether or not Maria had shared my weakness for the sundress with her. There is something about the wispy fabric dancing around the female form, the way light backlit thighs and other nether regions, and swooping necklines amplified cleavage that rendered me useless. I asked Maria about this later, and she swears to me that it really was merely a coincidence. Miranda is somewhat Maria's opposite. She is almost 6' tall and thin. She had a good body, although she wasn't blessed with the natural curves that Maria was born with. She had gotten a promotion a few months back, and I hadn't seen her since then. She may not have been born with them, but she now had the money to purchase some incredible tits. I saw them for the first time when she answered the door and both women laughed at my inability not to stare. She had gone from the rhetorical "mouthful" to at least 38 DD's. They strained against her dress. I still much prefer Maria's natural assets, but my God, they were impressive.

As happy as I am with my wife, I am a man, and therefore, a pervert. As the other guests arrived, as we had a light dinner with good conversation, my mind kept going back to wanting to see Miranda's new toys in all their naked glory. I think she was really enjoying my discomfort, or perhaps the attention from all of the males in the group, because she seemed to find lots of reasons to bend over and display them to us. Of course, she wasn't accustomed to the attention as my Maria was, and was probably relishing it.

Eventually we all made our way to the den and the poker game began. I looked around the table at the other players. Jerry seemed to be a nice enough guy. To match Miranda's height he was about 6' 2" and pretty stout. Scott was about my height and build, and Marcia was a mousy little blonde. The "new" people that we hadn't met before were Miranda's friend Monica and her husband James. They were a black couple and seemed very nice also. Monica was somewhat of a bookworm, and we'd had a pretty good conversation earlier as I was somewhat of a bookworm and history buff, too. I couldn't tell much about her body, as she wore loose fitting slacks and a billowy top, but she was about my height. James was about forty, and was, well, huge to the point of being intimidating. He'd apparently been a boxer in his younger days, and still worked out on a regular basis. He was about 6'4", probably at least 250 pounds, and all muscle. Fortunately he bantered with an affable confidence that put those around him at ease.

The game went on for a couple of hours, and as I had expected, I'd lost most of the money I'd begun with. It made me feel a little better that several of the others were in the same boat, however. Some of us were about to drop out of the game, and Miranda was none too happy about it, as she was having a really good time. In a girlish pout she asked if there wasn't some way to keep the game going.

As happens occasionally, I spoke my thoughts before thinking about what I was about to say. Between my own beautiful wife and Miranda's bouncing globes, my mind was focused almost entirely on sex by now. I said nonchalantly, "Well, I guess we could put the money away and up the ante a bit...anybody ever played strip poker?" There was an awkward silence, including from me as I wondered what the hell I'd just done. Now all of Maria's friends would think she was married to a disgusting perv. 

To my surprise Miranda replied, "Well, I'm game. Anybody else?" James said, "Sure, why not" and the others seemed to go with the flow. I looked sheepishly at Maria, who laughed at me, telling me that with my luck I had probably just screwed myself really badly. If I had only known.

I almost immediately started praying that I would have better luck than normal. I couldn't help but get an erection thinking about Miranda's new breasts. I knew that if I had to get naked I would embarrass myself.

A few hands later several of us had lost our shoes and socks, so that it was now getting more interesting. First Maria lost her top, and I could tell all of the other guys were having a hard time not staring at her perfect breasts, barely restrained by her lacy little bra. A few hands later it finally happened. Miranda slowly reached behind her back and unfastened the bra that held her newly minted wonders. As she let it drop to the floor I couldn't help but gasp at the now huge, taunt breasts before me, and the dollar coin sized areola centered by hard, eraser sized nipples jutting towards me. I was rewarded by a playful smack upside the head from Maria. Thank God she was confident in my desire for her, and wasn't jealous, at least not inordinately so. 

A few more hands and I had gotten to discover that Monica was not covering up because she was ashamed, she just wasn't worried about showing herself off. She was down to her bra and panties and she was a Nubian Goddess if ever I've seen one. Her body was terrific. Marcia was down to her panties, and was very desirable herself, although she seemed somewhat self-conscious because she obviously had the smallest breasts in the group of women. My Maria was also down to her panties, and had drawn repeated glances from us guys. 

And of course, as expected, I was the first to lose all of my clothes. I stayed seated as I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and removed them. To my surprise it was mousy Marcia who spoke up, "Oh, no you don't. This was your idea, so you have to stand up and model for us." I looked at Maria, who nodded her agreement, her eyes smiling and seemingly to relay that I had gotten myself into this, it was time to pay up. I was almost perspiring. I wasn't worried about my endowment, but I'd been sporting a hard on for awhile, and was afraid they'd all think I was, again, a perv. I slowly stood, my hands held behind my back so that I wouldn't automatically cover myself. 

I know I turned three shades of red. And I was terribly confused by Monica's reaction. She looked at me and then grinned, looked down and snickered. I looked at her in shock and then looked at Maria for some sort of hint as to why I'd drawn that reaction. She winked at me and I looked at Monica again, who had recovered and said, "No, I'm sorry..really, you have a very nice body." Marcia told me to turn around so they could see my backside, and my confidence built back a little bit as I heard a couple of female catcalls about my firm butt. Still, as I sat down I was suddenly self-conscious; trying to figure out what it was about me that drew that reaction from Monica.

I was about to find out. And before I continue, I think this is the time to share a little more about Maria and myself that I purposefully saved for now so as not to spoil the "surprise". As I said, our sex life had always been great. I thought I was at least fairly well endowed, and Maria, who'd only had a couple of partners before we were married, thought so too. She always said that I filled her up just fine.

Well, I was about to find out just how badly I'd screwed myself. Shortly Maria and I both would receive an education that would change our lives forever. Hers definitely for the better. Whether it changed my life for better or worse is a matter of opinion. I'll let you know my opinion on it later.

A couple of hands later both Marcia and Maria were completely nude. Next Scott lost his last piece of clothing. Without having to be told, he stood and pulled down his briefs. I happened to be looking the other way when he did so, sorting my cards. I heard Maria gasp in a tiny little voice, not one that I often hear from her. Her hand was at her mouth and I followed her gaze. Hanging from between Scott's thighs was a still flaccid cock that was at least eight inches long and very thick. Maria diverted her eyes from mine, ashamed of her reaction and afraid that she'd hurt me. I turned red again, realizing for the first time in my life that my six inches might not be as much as I'd told myself. Marcia had a smug, proud look on her face as she smiled at me. 

I calmed down by telling myself that Scott was just exceptionally well endowed. My confidence was short lived however. Next to lose all of their clothes was Jerry. Like me, he tried to just pull his boxers off while sitting. Thank God, someone else like me. His girlfriend told him mischievously that no, he had to stand and model also. I could feel myself flush as he stood, and Maria grasped my arm as she muttered, "Oh, fuck." She very rarely swears, but was obviously overwhelmed by the huge slab of cock meat swinging between Jerry's legs. It was at least two inches longer than Scott's and dwarfed my now wilting manhood. He looked down, embarrassed. I realized that he couldn't be embarrassed for himself, then it dawned on me that being a nice guy, he was embarrassed for me. 

I was trying to deal with a wave of emotions and thoughts. I was ashamed of what apparently was my inadequate equipment, and terrified by Maria's reactions. I couldn't lose her!

The game was down to Miranda and James, and the rest of us just watched in anticipation. Miranda lost the hand, and stood to remove her boy briefs. I was shocked to see a full, hairy bush covering her sex. I would have thought she shaved also, considering what she'd done with the rest of her body. Her nether lips could not be seen, but the dense covering was very sexy.

Jerry said, "Well, I guess that's it. Congratulations James, you're the winner!" I sat quietly now; no more smart remarks from me. I just wanted to slink quietly away, go home and hide. I didn't even want to talk to Maria. Not because I was angry with her, I couldn't be. But because I was scared shitless of what she might say.

But it wasn't to be. I was surprised to hear Maria beside me, "No! We can't quit now. This is too much fun!"

Marcia asked, "Well, yeah, but where do we go now? We've kinda seen what everybody has...except for James."

Now it was Miranda's turn, "There's only one other place to go...we'll have to play for favors!" The reaction was resoundingly positive from everyone at the table except one. I just stared down at the table, wanting to hide. But I wasn't about to say no, not when everyone else was so happy. It was agreed.

Monica looked at James, sitting at the head of the table; "If we are going to play favors, you can't be the only one dressed dear." Then she looked over at me, laughing lightly, "Sorry, babe." What did she mean by that?

James stood and everybody watched. I forced myself to look if only to keep from looking at Maria beside me. James lifted his arms up and looked over at Monica, who took the hint. She stood and moved behind him, grasping the band of his boxers and pulling them down for her husband.

I looked at what was hanging from his midsection and closed my eyes, knowing what was coming. And I was right. Maria couldn't help herself, and I heard her voice from behind me, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" A tear formed and rolled down my cheek. Like every one except me, James hadn't had an erection when he disrobed, and his cock head, as thick around as my forearm, slapped against his knee as his shorts came down. I just looked down at the table.

I had to look up when they dealt the cards for the next hand. Maria's face and her breasts were flushed, and when I glanced down I saw the chair was wet below her pussy, which was obviously soaked. Oh, shit, what have I done to myself?

I was about to get an idea. Maria won the next hand, and as usual, I had the worst hand of the lot. Miranda asked her what favor she was going to ask of me? Maria didn't even hesitate, and she added to my shame as she paid me a compliment, "Well, I have discovered what he doesn't have tonight, but I know what he's good at." She pushed herself away from the table, spread her legs, and spoke, "Get down here and lick my pussy, now." 

I couldn't believe this was my Maria. I expected her to tell me to kiss someone. But she'd lost all pretense of reservation. My life really was about to change. I slowly lowered myself between her legs and pressed my lips to hers. She was completely soaked. I sucked first one, then the other into my mouth, sucking her juices from them. Then I massaged them with my mouth, going on to run the flat of my tongue across her clit and bathing her inner lips. She grasped my hair in her hands, "Quick, make me cum, I need to cum, everyone is waiting." I was actually thrilled now at the thought that everyone was watching me perform, and was determined to show them that I was not worthless. I began darting my tongue across her swollen clit and before I knew it she was crying out, "Yes, yes! I'm cumming, Oh God, more, keep going!" She was shoving her sex into my face, making me proud. But then I felt someone else grabbing my hair, pulling me up and away from her dripping twat. 

I heard Marcia's voice, "Nope, only one orgasm per turn. You'll have to wait!" She was laughing. I sat back in my chair as I heard Maria whimpering with need next to me. I wasn't the only one with a hard cock now. Everyone was looking at Maria, literally eminating latent sexuality from her pores. Everyone was aroused now.

After everyone recovered a bit, another hand was played. This time Monica won the hand, and Marcia had the worst hand. I was somewhat relieved that I got to just watch, and I knew everyone was interested to see if they were going to be treated to some girl on girl action. But Monica was full of surprises. Instead of taking care of herself, she nonchalantly ordered Marcia to crawl to the head of the table and fellate James. That was the word she used. Not "blow", not "suck", but "You will fellate my James." I surf the net a lot, and one of my fantasies involves female domination. I recognized the signs in Monica now. She might not dominate James, but I knew in my heart that she either was or had been a dominatrix.

Poor Marcia. Try as she might, she couldn't get more than the head and maybe two inches of that monster into her mouth. She licked all along the length to lubricate it, then put what she could back into her mouth. She was sucking for all she was worth while she masturbated the rest of him with her tiny little hands. He was obviously enjoying her attentions, but was blessed with incredible stamina. After about five minutes of trying to make him cum, Monica spoke, "That will do for now, dear. He can wait to cum. Marcia! Now! Let him go." Marcia reluctantly gave up her all day sucker and returned to her seat, seeming to pout as she did so.

The next half-hour passed with much of the same. The winner would get head from the loser. James, Miranda, and myself were the only people there who hadn't had an orgasm. I'd even gotten to go down on Monica, which turned me on to no end, knowing what I thought I knew about her. I'd never gone down on a black woman before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. And while she wasn't nearly as verbal as Maria had been, I was thrilled to have been able to give her what she termed a, "quite satisfying orgasm."

Then Miranda won the hand, and (for the first time all night) James lost. Miranda didn't hesitate for a second. She was lying on the table in front of James in a flash, "Fuck me. Fuck me with that monster." James glanced at Monica, who nodded. He stood and we all stared in awe as he placed the head of his python against Miranda's hairy bush. He was trying to go slow, trying not to hurt her, but she was overcome with lust. She wriggled her hips, and therefore her pussy against him. I was shocked, as she was able to take the massive head into her sex. She had managed to mount about four inches of him when she suddenly stopped wriggling. She was panting. There was at least ten inches of cock still exposed between her sopping sex and his balls. "Please. Please make me take it...fuck me with it. Please? I don't care if you hurt me...fuck me..." She grabbed his muscular arms and pulled him towards her. 

James obviously had practice at this. He pulled out of her slightly, then pressed himself back inside, then repeated this until amazingly his cock was buried entirely within her. She actually made choking sounds, though of course he couldn't be shoving it that far into her. He couldn't, could he?

She looked at him, wondering why he had stopped. He spoke in that deep, confident voice of his, "You took it baby, you got it all." She looked at him like "you're kidding" and began gyrating against him. He held onto her hips and slowly pulled himself out till we could see the head of his manhood. She whined with the sudden emptiness, and he suddenly, violently thrust himself forward, slamming his cock completely into her. She actually screamed. And she continued to scream in ecstasy as he repeatedly pounded her sex. I don't think I could tell when she came, because it appeared that she just had a continuous series of orgasms. After she had been cumming for at least two minutes straight, her head thrashing back and forth on the table before us, I saw Monica glance at James as if to say that is enough for now.