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Tent Sharing (Sex Story)

Mark and I go camping every year. This last summer we went on about a 15 mile hike. Its not enough to be completely away from the world, but its enough that we don’t usually see many other hikers. At the trail head, we met two good looking girls who were also there for the 4 day weekend. Usually the only girls who you see hiking that far are really granola, but these two had been best friends for years and always did car camping and wanted to try an actual hike. I could hardly pry Mark away from them. He and Christie seemed to really hit it off. Melanie was just as good looking, but far quieter. We told them where we would make our camp and made tentative plans to maybe have dinner. We headed up the trail and for the first 2 miles, it was all Mark could talk about.

We made good time and were setting up our tent by 5 pm. Mark had kept his eyes open for the two college girls, but it wasn’t until just before dark that they walked past our camp. Mark said hi, but they seemed too exhausted to want to stop. They were still setting up their tent when we went to sleep. That night, a little rain storm blew through the mountains. I had just bought a new 4 man tent and it was great. The next morning, everything was as dry as a bone and we got up and started to make breakfast. Mark decided he was going to go and say good morning to his new friends. I just laughed and set up a little cook fire to warm up. It wasn’t long until the three of them showed up to sit by the fire. Both girls were wet and hovered close to the fire. Melanie sat next to me, but was focused on the warmth of the fire. I almost asked how they slept, but the miserable looks on their faces showed everything. I said, “Go get your stuff and we can warm it up and dry out your sleeping bags before tonight.”

Mark and I were helping with their stuff and I saw why they were soaked. They had just a small cheap tent that is fine for backyard camping, but not much of for waterproofing. When we got back to our camp, we set their things out in the sun. Christie asked if she could change into some dry clothes in our tent. When I said yes, Melanie decided it was a good idea and the both of them went into my tent. A few minutes later, both girls had clean dry clothes on and laid their wet clothes out to dry also. Christie said, “You have a nice tent.” Before I could say anything, Mark said, There’s probably room for all 4 of us in there. It’s supposed to maybe rain again tonight. Read the rest of this entry »

Saturday Night (Sex Story)

It was here. Saturday night, and all Sandra could do was think about going dancing. She’d go dancing almost every single Friday and Saturday night with here two best friends Lisa and Stacey. Saturday nights at the club were the best. That’s when the best looking guys showed up with a lot of money.

Sandra admitted she was a bit money hungry. She was only 19 going to college and living with her uptight parents. She’d mostly only go out with older guys who drove fast cars and had a fat wallet. You could say she was a bit of a snob, but Sandra thought she only deserved the best things money could buy.

She brushed her long brown silky hair pinning it up. She would put on extra makeup on to bring out her big hazel eyes. She’d felt something special would be happening that night. The feeling was so intense that she even went to go buy a sexy short little black dress she’d spotted weeks ago.

The dress was quite short and low cut. She knew she’d make a statement with all the men at the nightclub. She’d have them all eating out the palm of her hand by the end of the night like she always did.

She always knew Lisa and Stacey were jealous of her. They always got stuck with the “losers” while Sandra got all the hot studs. But Sandra loved getting all the attention to herself. Read the rest of this entry »

A Witch’s Love (Sex Story)

It was a normal day that Monday afternoon. Adam and Darlene Howard were waiting in their living room to interview their new housemaid. Their previous maid Alicia had worked for them for 10 years and now was ready to go live with her daughter. Adam and Darlene hated to see Alicia leave, but they knew she wanted to help her daughter out.

Adam and Darlene owned a huge two-story home. It was an old house and the most beautiful house in that small town in south Texas. Most homes in the town were secluded and yet the neighbors still knew each other quite well.

Adam looked out the window looking at the calm sky and peaceful environment. One thing that caught his eyes was a mysterious black bird flying around their garden. It was no ordinary bird. He couldn’t tell what type of bird it was but something about that bird definitely caught his attention. He got distracted and lost sight of the bird as he heard footsteps. He saw a tall, thin and beautiful young lady coming up to the front porch. The Howard’s rushed to the door. The young lady was something else. She had long dark raven hair past her shoulders and the most beautiful baby blue eyes imaginable. Before she could even knock on the door Adam had rushed out to meet the young beauty.

He felt his heart race as she looked at him. She smiled sweetly at him. “Excuse me, is this the Howard residence?” She asked in somewhat a Spanish accent.

Adam felt almost speechless. “Y-yes it is. Are you here for the housemaid interview?”

She nodded tossing her hair back. Adam still couldn’t take his eyes off her. He loved his wife more than anything in the world, but this girl had some strange effect on him. “Well please come in..uh..what is your name?” Read the rest of this entry »

Extraterrestrial Love (Sex Story)

It was late one night and I was driving to get home. The night seemed more spooky than usual in our town. I’d grown up in a small farm town just outside of Del Rio Texas where everyone knows everyone and you actually trust your neighbors. The wind was brisk and the sky was covered with bright stars. I drove listening to “Here with me” by Dido playing quietly on my car radio.

I felt the tears just stream down my face as I thought about the events that had happened in the last six months. It’d been a hell of a year for me. My divorce became final just two weeks ago. I’d made the mistake a lot of women do and married at a young age. I was only 23 when I got married, and just after only three years, my marriage was gone.

I kept going over and over on what I had done wrong. I was always a good wife to my husband, but I guess he wanted more things. Things I wasn’t able to provide, such as having a child. My heart almost stopped when our doctor said I wasn’t able to have children. My husband had grown up being one of nine children, so his fantasy was to have a lot of kids. I didn’t mind having them, I actually wanted as many as I could have, but it always seems that those of us who want children, are never fortunate enough to be able to have them.

Not being able to have children was one of the main reasons for our divorce. Sometimes I felt guilty, yet other times I felt lucky to finally be alone. Marriage was beautiful at first, but then it lost all its purpose when the idea of family came up. As a little girl, I always envisioned marriage to be unconditional love between two people. A marriage was supposed to be respect and loyalty. I don’t know where all of those things were lost, or maybe they were never there. Read the rest of this entry »

Absorbed in all the Pleasure (Sex Story)

As I am sitting and watching t.v. I hear a knock at the door. I look at the clock, it is awful late for anyone to be coming over. I get up to see who it is, as I open the door I am surprised to see you there. It has been forever since I last say you. I have missed you so much. I have missed your touch. I invite you in and take your coat for you. I shut the door behind you. As I follow you into my living room. I can’t keep my eyes off of you. I long to be touched by you, my body aches.

I leaned over and gently kissed you on the lips. I let my tongue tease your lips and then gently press through to meet your tongue. Our tongues intertwine. My hand moves to your head and gently pressed you into me. I play with your hair. My other hand gently begins to massage your cock through your jeans. I slowly start to unbutton and unzip them. I pull them down to your ankles as I massage your cock through your boxers. I put my fingers in the waistband and pull them down to your ankles. I pull back and look down at your cock. I stare in amazement, it is so big. Damn, it is going to tear me up later. I kiss you on the lips and pull away smiling as I get down on my knees in front of you.

I kiss the head of your cock and then lick my way down your shaft and then back up. I lick down and stop at your balls. I slowly begin to suck on your balls, licking them, gently biting them and letting them roll around between my teeth. I then lick my way back up your shaft. I suck on the tip of your cock, letting my tongue flick the tip. I rake my teeth across the head, very gently. I kiss the tip and continue to suck on it. I begin to slowly move my mouth down the shaft. Taking in the whole length. I move inch by inch until I reach your balls. I can feel you at the back of my throat. I move my mouth back up, letting my tongue flick the tip of your cock. Then I go back down. I move slowly at first, but then I find a rhythm. My mouth goes up and down, up and down. As your cock slides in and out, in and out of my mouth. My tongue flicking the tip each time it comes up. Read the rest of this entry »

A Late Night Adventure (Sex Story)

I was about 24, had determined I was a bisexual and was married about 3 yrs. It was friday night and I was at a party held by a friend from work. Most of my coworkers were there along with a close friend that I worked with and his girlfriend Sharon. They were both about 18. We had been drinking and dancing for several hours and the party was winding down. I could hear my friend in the kitchen having a fight with his girlfriend about how drunk he was. I said my farewells and walked out the door.

As I was walking to my car, I noticed the front door open and Sharon came running out. She called my name as she was running towards me. When she caught up to me she seductively asked me if I would give her a ride home since her boyfriend was too drunk to drive. I said ok as we arrived at my car. I asked her where she lived and she told me to just to drive to a park where she could gather herself before going home.

So, I drove to a forested park at the edge of town. As I parked, she slid over next to me, put her arms around my neck and thanked me for driving her home. I could see she had been crying and was very upset. I put my arm around her and consoled her. She looked up at me and told me that she had seen me at work and thought I was a very nice guy. She said she had always wanted to get to know me but was afraid to since I was married and she had a boyfriend. She told me I was very attrative as she began to stroke my leg. I told her I always saw her as very attractive too. Read the rest of this entry »

Konrad’s Memoirs (Sex Story)

Mid 19th century Hamburg, Germany

I cannot really call this a chronology of my life as it is not detailed enough to deserve that title. Rather, these are memorable moments, plucked out of a rich history of a man, who now frail and old, can barely see the scribbles that are written by a liver spotted hand, trembling in disease that will be the end of me very soon, I fear. My wife Sophia, another cause of distress throughout my long life is kind enough to leave the house almost every afternoon, visiting friends and a few family members who have not moved away, allowing me blissful peace and quiet to save the last few memoirs, which are rapidly escaping my rotting brain, one by one erasing the names from well known faces that creep inside my head each day.

We are rapidly approaching the 20th century, preceded with a mass of new inventions, which are to ease our everyday lives. I am too old to enjoy most of them, if any at all. I can only watch from afar, smile in amazement and sometimes in wicked sarcasm, reminisce on ‘good old days’, which sends my grandchildren and great-grandchildren running away in horror, trying desperately to avoid the old man’s tales, while being polite enough not to laugh in my face.

That is all that I represent now, an old man with a shuffling gait, decaying brain that continuously keeps forgetting the names of the loved ones, confusing the dates and places, telling the stories, which in their own minds are probably pure invention, or at least, minor occurrences blown out of proportion by whatever reason I have left.

But I have not always been a useless and pathetic creature, unable to hold his farts from the public or completely incompetent to care for himself. Good 60 years ago, I was a young man too, quite dashing I must admit, although you might think that yet another exaggeration.

I enjoyed life with friends from my childhood and later with acquaintances from the University. I too, strolled through the streets of Hamburg with a jolly step, beautiful ladies on my arms, hurrying towards new adventures with anticipation of a fool. Read the rest of this entry »

Afternoon Rendezvous (Sex Story)

Jeremy had been going to Cambridge Park everyday during his lunch break that whole summer. He had made the decision back in June that by the end of the summer he would at least start up an idle conversation with the unknown beauty who occupied Table 65 every afternoon. She did not use this table to eat her lunch but rather to sunbathe and that was why he always made sure he was somewhere nearby so he could watch her undetected through his Lavo shades while eating his Sour Cream and Onion Baked Lays and salad with low fat French dressing.

At the end of July he noticed that the table had been moved from its usual location and when she arrived instead of using the one that was there she searched the park until she had found her table and then began her usual routine. This gave him an idea that was sure to get her attention. He arrived a little earlier than usual one day and began eating his lunch at her table assuming she would choose another table nearby. As she left he would offer her his table as a sign of kindness and that would open the door to other opportunities in the future. Unfortunately, his idea was not as good in action as it sounded on paper.

She arrived that day and as soon as she noticed him sitting at her table she simply turned around and went back to her car and drove off. He was so disappointed with himself that he fed his lunch to the animals by the lake and promised himself he would not do something that foolish again. The next day when he showed up to eat his lunch and ogle at the beauty of Table 65 he couldn’t help but notice that she kept glancing at him and smiling. He wasn’t a very confident man so he just kept smiling back and waited for an engraved invitation to make his move. Read the rest of this entry »

Quiet Desperation (Sex Story)

Paul was, superficially at least, a happy, reasonably successful man, with a pretty, buxom wife named Michelle, and 2 children- a son and an infant daughter. He was not, however, as happy as you may expect, with his lot in life.

His wife was not as bad as some, granted, in that she did want sex somewhat regularly, about once or twice a week, which was better than some men had, but she was also a loud, sarcastic busybody, who touted the “virtues” of monogamy, while hypocritically leering at male strippers and flirting with her male co-workers. What’s more, she frequently ignored his opinions on things, took him for granted to a great extent, and insisted that no one, including him, was as hard-working as herself.

Paul was living in resignation to this mediocre marriage, until he met his wife’s best friend, Vicki. Vicki did not quite meet Paul’s aesthetic standards, in that she was thinner, had small breasts, and wore short, straight hair (although, admittedly, her hairstyle was still feminine, and matched her face rather well). However, she was a sweetheart, often smiled pleasantly, and had a wonderful laugh, a feminine voice, long legs, and a tight, well-shaped ass that seemed to plead for male attention.

Being Michelle’s best friend, Vicki would presumably not sleep with Paul, even if he had asked, and he thought it best not to chance it. Besides, she was around Michelle so much, that there was little opportunity to act on any inclination to seduce her. Paul had to dismiss any ideas or fantasies he might have had about Vicki, and let her get away. It was just too risky. Read the rest of this entry »