Again, like with all my stories featuring my girlfriend Angelina and I everything is fact and nothing except names are changed.nnThe previous story (Angelina: Night Out With The Girls) took place in August 2007. You don't need to have read it to enjoy this story, but you might want to read it after if you do enjoy this. This story is a flashback to a previous night when we had some sexy fun. At the end of Angelina: Night Out With The Girls she was planning to go out to a club dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, teasing me that she was going to enjoy herself again. Unfortunately, it happened to be the wrong time of the month and she stayed in instead. She is going out again this weekend, so perhaps there will be more to tell in a future chapter. Onto this story now.nnThere was a Saturday night in February 2005 that kicked everything off when it came to Angelina's naughty antics outside our relationship. A friend she hadn't seen for two or three years happened to get back in touch and had arranged to come up for a drink that night. As she was driving up and wanted to have a few drinks Angelina had asked her to stay overnight, so she could drive home the next day. Her friend, Alicia, agreed. I was immediately joking about a threesome. It was a joke. I didn't think anything would happen at all. I had met Alicia once for about ten minutes and didn't know her at all.nnAlicia is a year older than Angelina, so at the time she would have been 27 and Angelina 26. I was 24. Alicia had lost a lot of weight but she was still a bigger girl than Angelina. She had bigger tits, rounder thighs and her ass more curvy.
I arose the morning after I had first tasted my son's wonderful cock and his delicious seed, trying to feel normal again. I pulled my robe on and went downstairs, only to find Justin had just come in from a run. He was sweating and his skin glowed with health. I could smell the very male scent of him, and I longed to press my nose to his warm skin. He glanced over and saw me, giving me a smile. I returned it and walked over to kiss his cheek. How I ached to pull his hard body against mine and kiss him passionately until he gave in to my longings for him. Instead, I chastely brushed my lips over the slight rasp of morning stubble on his cheek. He kissed me back in the same fashion, and moved to the refrigerator, where he proceeded to pour some juice for himself. I admired the way his muscles moved and snuck a discreet peek at the front of his shorts, where I knew paradise lay. I seated myself and began to sip my coffee, continuing to gaze at Justin. He finished his juice, rinsed the glass and put it in the dishwasher, then turned to leave the room. Just before he exited, he snapped his fingers and turned back to me.nn"Hey Mom, I almost forgot to tell you. I gave our phone number to my history professor yesterday. Name's Jim Everett. I think he'll be calling you soon for that date." nn"Oh, thank you son. I appreciate it. I guess we'll see what happens then.
As I drove home I couldn't believe how much cum I had on my lower body around my pussy. My pelvis and inner thighs were covered with it. I also had it running down between my breasts. I could feel it and smell it. As I drove it got stickier and the wetness began to dry. About twenty-five minutes into the drive I could really smell the sex. nnMy pussy was flooded with my own cum from seeing Rick's big cock tasting and pumping out his seed all over me. And finally I could taste his cum on my tongue and smell it on my breath. When I pulled into the driveway I looked into the mirror at my hair and I had a nice big drop of it stuck in my hair.nnI opened the door and walked into the living room and saw my husband sitting there waiting for me. I surprised him because he had his slacks down and his cock out the hole in his underwear and his hand was stroking it. I told him to stop immediately. He did.nnI came up to him and bent down and kissed him as I slowly ran my fingers down the shaft and squeezed it. He moaned. Larry was very hard and was close to his orgasm when I stopped him. I asked him what he was thinking of while he was stroking his little dick and he told me he was thinking of me. How sweet. I asked him what he was thinking about me and he blushed and told me he was thinking of me and Rick and Rick's big cock. I worked on his cock stroking it and squeezing it and got him to tell me that he was thinking of me stroking Rick's big cock and making it cum like he hoped I was going to continue to do to his smaller cock.
Sara Evans:nnSex: FemalennAge: 37 yearsnnFigure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, very desirable and perfectly femininennComplexion: Heavily tannednnVoice: MusicalnnFace: Nymphish, flushed, round and smooth in contours nnEyes: Heavy-lidded, long-lashed, large and turquoisennHair: Silken, soft, abundant, black and curls down to assnnBust: 41DD, round, lop-sided and firmnnNipples: Light brown and puffynnWaist: 28nnHips: 42, wide-curvednnAss: Soft and massivennThighs: Smooth-toned and fatnn*nnV (Full name unknown):nnSex: FemalennAge: 25 yearsnnFigure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, voluptuous and desirably femininennComplexion: BlacknnVoice: High-pitchednnFace: Pretty, oval and full in cheeksnnEyes: Long-lashed, slightly slanted, large and blacknnHair: Thin, straight, black and hangs down to waistnnBust: 36DDD, round, slightly pendulous and firmnnNipples: Dark brown and protrudentnnWaist: 27nnHips: 39, wide-curvednnAss: Soft and bignnThighs: Soft-contoured and fatnnOrientation: LesbiannnRelation with J: SisternnRole as babe-hunter: Accomplice to Jnn*nnJ (Full name unknown):nnSex: FemalennAge: 28 yearsnnFigure: Smooth-toned, muscular, slim and slightly curvednnComplexion: BlacknnVoice: High-pitchednnFace: Pretty, oval and depressed in cheeks nnEyes: Slightly slanted, large, restless and blacknnHair: Short, thin, straight and hangs down to napennBust: 32C, round and firmnnWaist: 25nnHips: 34, slightly curvednnThighs: Soft-toned and mildly roundnnOrientation: LesbiannnRelation with V: SisternnRole as babe-hunter: MastermindnnSara Evans opened her eyes and moaned as the pain radiated through her over-stretched pectoral muscles. Her beautiful face contorted in reflex and she blinked into semi-darkness. The smell of damp wood hit her nostrils as she tried to look around. Everything about the place seemed strange and intimidating. Still lying on bed, she made a faint attempt to shift herself and realized instantly that each of her four limbs could not be moved. Something of coarse texture strained into her wrists and ankles as she tried to move them close. Frowning at this she rose a little and looked over to right. For some awful moments she stared at the rope which was wound around the wrist to keep her arm tied to bedpost. She turned her head instantly to left and saw that her other arm was treated in exactly the same way.nnIt felt ridiculous, yet alarming to see her arms tied to bedposts. She was known to be a sober-minded woman in her neighborhood and none of the person she knew could ever think of making such an absurd joke on her. It was indeed pointless for a mother of three like Sara to be treated like this but most alarming thing was that she had been tied on bed in an unfamiliar room. That pungent smell about the place didn't belong to her home.nnShe shivered in cold as a current of breeze swooped in the room. It seemed to pierce through her skin and she tried to pull her legs together. The strain of rope at ankles made her to look down. The sight was a good reason to add up to alarm. She stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Not only was she tied to bed but someone had stripped her naked.nnSo that wasn't joke.
Second and Final ChapternnAs we learned in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," Susan Smith is a wealthy lesbian whose greatest thrill in life is to seduce young women, introducing them to the joys of girl-girl sex. This story describes Susan's coming of age as a connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. Chapter one described her seduction at the hands ??“ and lips - of the dykeish Laura. Chapter two tells how this led to an emotionally uplifting (and sexually satisfying) experience with the darling 18-year-old Kelly, and to one of the most erotic nights of Susan's life: An incredible lesbian orgy involving six beautiful, lusty young college girls.nn*nnThe rest of the week after receiving Laura's invitation to what she suspected would be a lesbian orgy Susan was tossed by a rising tide of nervous anticipation. Her feelings swung back and forth, being at once terrified at what she suspected was coming, then aroused as could be by the idea, and then fearful that she had it all wrong and that this would just be an innocent evening of girl talk. At last, Saturday arrived, and the stylish Susan amused herself with a new dilemma: What does one wear to a lesbian orgy? Well, clean panties, a bra that unfastens easily . She selected the same tasteful outfit she would wear to any informal social gathering, with a slight extra emphasis on showing off her "assets" ??“ A tight turtleneck sweated that highlighted her ample bosom, a slightly shorter-than-normal skirt that exposed a bit more thigh than she ordinarily would, but nothing close to "Brittney-slut" level.nnShe arrived at the precisely correct moment of "fashionable lateness," noticing the door to Laura's apartment open a crack in invitation, and hearing music coming from the tiny apartment. It was a silly pop love song, the kind with lots of "Oh, girl" and "Baby, baby, baby" lines ??“ not the driving techno she would have expected. Susan entered, and smiled at the scene within. nnTwo pairs of girls were "slow dancing" with each other. One of these pairs was Laura and a thin, waifish blonde, taller than Susan but still tiny compared to the massive grad student, and with a boyish figure. Laura towered over the girl, and gave the impression of being smitten. Her arms were wrapped around the blonde's back, pulling her closely against her own large body. The girl's own thin arms reached up around Laura's neck, from which she appeared to be dangling, her body semi-limp, and totally under the control of the large lesbian. "OK," Susan thought to herself, "I think I've seen enough to know the score with those two."nnThe other dancers were both very attractive girls with outstanding bodies. One had medium length dark hair, was the same height as Susan, and below the neck could have been her double ??“ curvaceous, more than adequate but not huge breasts, womanly hips, perfect ass, and shapely legs.
My name is Adam. I've been living alone for the past ten years. Had a few live-in ladies during that time but on my own the last year. I mostly visited Senior Centers scouting for those lonely ladies that hang out at such places. Had a coupe of hot ones. guess they figured it might be the last fucking they were going to get so they give it their all. nnTheir pussies aren't as tight as they once were, but most do know what to do with what they got. One told me, "If you want tight. fuck me in the ass. and I did. Must admit I love sucking on big nippled hangers. Now nothing makes you feel better than eating a seventy-year-old pussy and bring her to a screaming orgasm. Only to have her turn around, remove her teeth and give you the best gummed blow-job of your life. nnAdmitting to be a cad, wouldn't you know it . I got my just deserts. On my seventieth birthday I slipped on a god-damn throw rug broke my right leg and hurt my right wrist. Struggling to get to the phone I called 911 and got an ambulance to take me to the hospital. After a bunch of test they figured it was just a broken leg and a badly sprained wrist.nnThey said I had to make arrangements for care before they would release me. Well it's one thing to fuck old ladies but another to ask them to take care of you and wipe your ass.
Hobe Sound nnMid-south Florida, in the fall of 1983. I was working just South of Ft. Pierce and had been told of a "nude" beach, 10 to 15 miles further south. I decided to check it out, the idea of being nude in the outdoors had always intrigued me. I had already been in Florida for a week and had the makings of a pretty decent tan, but the idea of losing the tan lines really inspired me.nnI found the beach, per directions provided by someone who knew where it was. It was much better than the beach at the hotel, at which I stayed, even if it was a half-hour away. My first visit was relatively uneventful, but had me hooked on being naked on a beach (or for that matter, anywhere that I could get away with it! I just concentrated on losing the tanline.nnThe second time, three people, a guy and two girls, chose a spot about forty yards away and eventually I was invited to join them. One of the girls was a stripper, the other, a waitress at the same club. I enjoyed having someone to talk too, but they left an hour or so after I had joined them. They had to get ready for work. I stayed about an hour longer and then left myself.nnA week later, my whole body was a bronze tan. My butt and groin were quickly catching up with the rest of my body. I had a favorite spot where there was a wind-break/sand fence that angled northward to the beach. There was a large flat area behind it that offered privacy from the water's edge, being about six feet above water level most of the time I was there. The wind-break/sand fence served several purposes, two of which were to slow the beach sand from claiming the woodland at the beaches edge, and to shield you from naked eye view from the public beach area, a quarter mile distances to the south. If you stood, people could see you but at that distance, without aid (binoculars or such, they could not tell that you were nude.
