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“More, more, go deeper!”, Sonya gasped frantically. Sonya reached between her
legs and grabbed Karen’s wrist, pushing Karen’s hand further into her own hot
cunt. In just moments, Karen’s hand had completely disappeared into Sonya’s
hole. Sonya’s cuntlips were wrapped around Karen’s wrist.

Karen grabbed a mirror and held it up where Sonya could see her own private
parts, stretched, violated, impaled upon Karen’s hand.

“See, Honey, I told you you could do it!” Sonya took the mirror and stared
dumbfoundedly at it. Karen partially withdrew her hand, then pushed it back in.

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“That’s incredible! I didn’t know Karen did that kind of stuff! It had to hurt!
I know it would kill me!”, Sonya exclaimed.

“No it won’t,” Karen contradicted, “You’ve just got to relax your cunt and ass
muscles and want to do it. If you do, you can take anything in either hole.”

“I don’t think I could. I haven’t done it too many times. I’d be too tight and
too scared.”, Sonya countered.

“I could fistfuck you by morning with no problems on your part. I would make
you want it.”, was Karen’s rejoinder.

“No way on Earth.”, Sonya flatly denied.”

“I’ll prove it. Lay on your back.” Sonya complied with Karen’s instructions,
looking apprehensivly at Karen. Karen began talking to Sonya in a steady
monotone, telling her how good it would feel to have her pussy stretched, how
she would get Sonya’s fuckhole all wet and juicy, how she would stick her whole
hand in Sonya’s tight pussy and stretch it to fit, and how Sonya would love it
and want to do it again. Karen placed her hands on Sonya’s thighs and began to
massage them as she spoke. Sonya watched Karen and listened to her talk, and
her apprehension began to fade away. I realized that Karen had Sonya
hypnotized, rapt.

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I picked up the tube of K.Y. jelly that Karen had used, and liberally covered
my erect rod with it. Then I stood behind Karen, straddling Sonya.

“What are you going to do?”, Sonya asked.

“Watch and see!”, I responded. With that I grasped Karen’s hips and aimed my
dick at the delicate rosette of Karen’s ass. Using my dick like a weapon, I
suddenly shoved my tool in as far as I could. Karen let out a scream, tearing
out fistfulls of carpet.

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Once I felt my orgasm approaching, I gave her one last hard ram and drove my
weapon in as far as I could. I came at this point, spurting her sweet, tender
young cunt full of my hot sticky come, like an erupting volcano. She gasped,
trembled, and fell back to the bed. I pulled out my softening dick. Our sexual
energies were spent for the moment.

I glanced down at the foot of the bed, and saw Karen, whom I had forgotten
about. She sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, her legs spread, working a
coke bottle in and out of her pussy. She had found the K.Y. jelly, then found
us screwing away. Feeling left out but excited by the erotic sight of her best
friend getting a good fucking, she slicked up the coke bottle and began using
it as a dildo.

Rocking Her Hips

“Lay down on your back.”, Sonya insisted. “Have we got something for you!” I
complied, and Sonya leaned over and put my dick in her hot mouth. Her tongue
swirled over the head, ran up and down the shaft, and started over again. I
looked over at Karen and she was watching avidly. Not having anything better to
do with my hands, I reached between her legs and caressed her cunt. Karen
gasped with surprise, then spread her legs. Her cunt was already hot and wet,
so I slid my middle finger in all the way, then started finger fucking her and
massaging her clit with my thumb. Her clit hardened and grew. Karen had her
eyes closed and was erotically tweaking her erect nipples. She was slowly
lowering her body, deepening the penetration of my finger, and rocking her hips
back and forth, intensifying the stroking of her clit. Karen’s hot pussy juices
ran down my hand while Sonya’s mouth was still working on my throbbing dick.

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Missy
Age: 21

see what she says about herself

You’ve just turned off your COMEputer after reading all of the messages. You
decide it’s time for you to go to bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I
can tell what you’re thinking. I know what you’re thinking.
You can’t see me but there I am. Standing in the shadows watching and
waiting. As you turn off the light, I wait patiently for you to go to sleep.
My heart is pounding wildly against the thin fabric of the gown that flows over
my naked body. Covering all that is there that will make you stiff. I want
you. As I watch you drift into a half sleep, I long for you. I move from my
hiding place slowly across the room to the bed which you lie upon.
Your breathing is even and slow. I gently nudge against your bed, shaking it
only enough to make you turn over to gaze at me with half sleepy eyes. My hands
slowly move over the roundness of my breasts, down to my smooth stomach
carressing my hips, my thighs. As you watch me you wonder how I have gotten
here to where you are, but you really don’t care. I gently crawl on top of the
bed just next to you. My fingers rest gently upon your lips as I gaze into your
eyes you know what I want….


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Nnacy First Time Sex

I was the first one of my family to go to college. We lived in Dearborn,

Michigan, and my brother and all my uncles worked at the Ford Rouge plant. My

brother was a die maker, and he earned a good living I had always thought that I

could do better, that I could become a scientist or a professor. In high school

I studied very hard and got the top grades, which earned me a partial scholarship

at Wayne State in Detroit, when I graduated from Fordson High. My family could

not help me with the school expenses, so I took on odd jobs. For most of my

undergraduate years I was a bell hop at the Dearborn Inn. My school work and the

job cost me almost eighteen hours a day. My body withstood the grind only

because it was young.

Every morning I rode the streetcar on Warren Avenue, which took me to the

university on Woodward Avenue. Since I am talking about steetcars, you know that

this is a story that happened a long time ago.

I was not a bad looking fellow. In fact, I was a bit cute in a youngish way. I

had blonde hair, a blonde face and a blonde body. But I was rather small. I was

eighteen years old, but people thought that I was fourteen.

My career plans were not certain. Just getting through college would have been

an achievement for me and my family. I chose to study history and German,

although those subjects would not get me far in securing a job with the Ford

Motor Company. I was an innocent boy, who, at age eighteen, was still a virgin.

I had never dated, and girls had never shown much interest in me, perhaps because

I was known then what kids now call a “nerd”. I did not do sports. In high

school I was in the chess club and band. I did not go to the senior prom,

because I did not have a date, and I did not feel bad about it.

Wayne State in the early fifties was, for me, a magical place where I could find

people who thought about things, all kinds of things. It was a working class

university, where people of all ethnic backgrounds were making their first steps

toward middle class professionalism.

I knew so much, yet I was yet so naive. The teaching assistant who conducted our

English 101 class hit upon me, and I let him have his way. I went to his

apartment one day and let him suck on my cock, which felt very good. It was the

first time that I had an orgasm with another person. But then he pushed me down

and forced his cock into my ass, which hurt awfully. I was then no longer a

virgin, but I did not know what I, in fact, really was. I was attracted to

girls, not to guys

There were a couple of girls whom I could have had, if I wanted. One was a stout

girl who was very pushy. On an outing she sang dirty songs and looked

lascivicouly into my face as we rode on the bus. I knew that I could fuck with

her for the first time, but I didn’t want to, because she was a bit gross. The

other girl would let me take her, if I would marry her, even though I didn’t know

her all that well. She thought that I had “character” and that I would make a

good husband. She belonged to an obscure Slavic tribe which valued such things.

The girl had fat thighs.

I remained a virgin throughout my freshman year, jerking off at least once a day.

I considered it sexual therapy In my sophmore year I met Nancy, who was as

socially awkard as I. She was, I must admit, a mousey girl; small, skinny and a

bit disheveled. She was bright, knowing German and French rather well. We were

drawn to each other, although we circled each other, looking for flaws. When we

first met, when we were still strangers, I told her that she would look better,

if she would put her hair into a pony tail. She scowled at me derivisely. But,

the next day, she appeared in class with her mousey hair in a poney tail, and she

seemed to me to be quite attractive.

She came to me. That is the only way I can explain it. She came to me and

waited upon me patiently. I wondered about her. She had put her hair into a

poney tail, and she had put some color on her childish lips. She came to me and

waited for me to accept her. I felt as if I were on the end of a limb. She was

cute, in a small way, I thought. She had no discernable breasts. She stood

before me, looking at me, expecting me to do something. I scarcely knew the

girl, but I knew that I was being presented with an opportuntiy that most guys

would envy.

I was mistaken. She let me touch her face with my fingers, but she refused to

let me touch her anywhere else. All that she wanted to do was to cuddle and to

kiss, which we did for the longest time. We were , obviously, two virgins. I

had fantisized about having a girl who was more experienced than I, who would

teach me how to do “it”. Nancy was certainly not that girl..

We kissed a lot during those first couple of days of our relationship. Nancy let

me fondle her shoulders and upper arms, which were a gaunt as an eleven year

old’s, but she sternly reject my attempts to feel her legs or her chest. We

talked incessently about history and philospohy. She was a philosophy major.

We tried to converse in German, buy my command of the language was not yet

sufficient. We were two “nerds” who had found one another.

After a week together we knew that we were a couple. I told her that I was a

virgin and that I was willing to surrender my virginity to her. Nancy was not

impressed, although she seemed to be a bit amused.. Then she became very

serious. She held my cheeks in both of her hands, her face very close to mine

and she said that she was not a virgin. She explained that in high school she

had had an affair with a classmate, another girl. It had lasted for just three

months, but during that time her partner had penetrated her with her fingers,

ripping her hymen. I was not too disappointed. I told her about my sexual

experience with the teaching assistant the previous year.

We were then more relaxed, having shared our secrets. We kissed with a new

desperation. I ventured to run my hand up to her chest, where I discovered tiny

breasts which were not apparent through her blouse. Nancy did not push my hand

away. I knew then that we were ready for each other; it was just a matter of

patience and timing. I unbuttoned the top of her blouse and inserted my hand,

encountering a bra, which, for Nancy, was entirely needless. I did not know how

to get the garment off, so I had to be satisfied with wriggling my fingers under

it to feel her tittie flesh. I wanted so much more, but we were sitting in my

’48 Ford, parked in front of her house, and I didn’t have a condom.

Nancy let me run my hand up her leg, under her skirt, as we kissed passionately,

our tongues fully engaged. Her legs were very slender, but her thighs were warm

and soft. I touched her panties, which I found to be damp. I rubbed her until I

could tell from her reaction that I was touching her clitoris. I masturbated the

girl, and she eeked into my mouth, biting my lip in her passion. We cuddled

until she quieted. Then she looked into my face so lovingly. I thought that she

was the most beautiful girl in the entire world. She knew my need, but she had

no experience at all in how to give me relief. She placed her hand on my groin

and gently squeezed my engorged cock. I was so aroused. I urged her to continue

to knead my hard shaft as I burried my face in her hair, holding her tightly. I

came in my tousers, my hand on hers to make sure it was done properly. I nibbled

on her earlobe as I messed myself ecstatically.

Nancy knew what she had accomplished, and she looked into my face grinning. We

kissed some more and then she had to go in. As she got out of the car she poked

her head back in and admonished me to get some condoms.

The next morning, in the men’s room of the Parkmore Bar on the corner of Warren

and Anthony, I retrieved six condoms from the machine on the wall. I felt that I

could use all of them that day. I then took the street car to the university,

where I attended to my classes, looking, also, to catch sight of Nancy. I

finally saw her, and we arranged to have lunch together. over which I informed

her that I now had “protection”. She beamed a lovely smile at me, and our only

problem was where we would be able to do the deed. Certainly not at my house or

at hers, where too many people were about.

That evening Nancy and I drove the Ford out Warren Avenue to Telegraph Road,

where there was a cabin (motel) complex. I was very nervous, when I confronted

the lady at the office counter, but she was so blase. The place was, I later

learned, a notorious “doodle dashing camp”.

Once we were inside the small cabin, most of which was filled with a bed, we

became rather nervous, and we did not know how to proceed. I felt that I should

take charge, although it was not in my nature. I kissed her as we stood beside

the bed, and then I began to unbutton her blouse. I was clumsy in disrobing the

girl, but I managed it and finally she lay on the bed naked. Nancy was almost

scrawny. Her limbs were so slight. I could count her ribs. Her titties, as she

lay flat, were not discernable, but she had a lush bush of pubic hair. I thought

that she was pretty. Her little girl face looked into mine with such trust. I

undressed and soon stood over her naked, my hard cock jutting forward. Nancy

stared at it. I then lay beside her and we embraced.

We kissed and fondled each other. I sucked on her nipples and wanted to explore

her body with my mouth, but she was too eager to have me inside her. She pulled

on me, breathing unevenly, and I came atop her. She positioned my cock at the

opening of her vagina and we pushed together. I delighted at her warm tightness,

but Nancy went completely wild. She set the rhythym of our fucking, which was

almost violent. She scratched my back with her finger nails in her passion and

gave me a hicky on the neck. She groaned with increasing loudness and then

shouted out as her orgasm struck. I pistoned into her, slapping my flesh against

hers, and I came before she was finished. It was a most splendid beginning.

It is 1998 and we are still married.