Cute Girls

“(The final chapter told by Xana.)”

“What a beautiful man,” I thought looking at Zenoi, standing naked in the pool under the holy waterfall. The early morning sun splashed through the tropical trees to throw its rays on him. Highlighted by the sun, Zenoi epitomized the perfect example of a man of Eros, with no bodily hair except on his head. The long wet blond hair hanging in his face, made him appear vulnerable but his sleek muscled torso oozed strength. My gaze settled on his naked manhood, at least nine inches of pure pleasure. I jerked and let out a stifled cry when Usha, my lady in waiting, intimately touched my naked body. I was standing in my own pool of sunlight under the waterfall a few feet from Zenoi. (more…)

“Fuck, we’ve been pissing around with this for so long, we can’t get to Spain or anywhere else that’s decent now.” Tommy, like the rest of the group, was disappointed that, between the six of them, they hadn’t been able to settle on a holiday location. After all, how often could six people all get the same days off work?

“Piss off, Tommy,” giggled Tracy, “you haven’t been able to make up your mind about where to go either.”

The Group of Six, as they called themselves, three men and three women, had gathered at their local, the Bulldog, for a few pints and to finally make a decision on where to gather for a group holiday. Some of them had known each other since early school days, others since college. As a group, they were each other’s supporter, drinking buddy, advisor, strip poker opponent –anything but lovers. All were concerned that becoming too intimate would ruin the friendships. (more…)

The flight was long, but very interesting. Marlissa, obviously still thinking about the wonderful week we”d spent with Kyle and Jody, was still feeling frisky and mischievous. As soon as I lowered my tray in anticipation of the in-flight snack, Marlissa slid her hand underneath the tray and playfully squeezed my package. I immediately got a semi-hard on. It was a late evening flight, and the lights were turned down. I was sure no one was looking, so I did nothing to stop her from massaging my cock and balls through the loose sweat pants I was wearing. I guess I was still in a high state of arousal after spending several glorious days, fucking and sucking with Kyle and Jody in every possible way. (more…)

Dana and I worked out a plan to get Sandra to join our little intimate group.

Sandra was totally different from Dana and I, physically. While Dana and I were of medium height and full-bodied, Sandra was tall and slender. She had a model’s body, but more like a Victoria’s Secret model. She really had a fantastic body and a beautiful face, framed by lovely dark, flowing, wavy hair that rested in folds on her shoulders. When she moved it was liquid, effortless, athletic, very sexy!

I got wet just thinking about inviting Sandra over for a barbecue on the next weekend. Of course, our pool was a further inducement - I just knew she’d wear a fantastically skimpy bikini! No doubt, she had the body for it! She had a body for anything!!! (more…)

In the cabin, we stood in front of the space heater with our bodies pressed together. Our shivering quickly ceased and a different kind of heat began building between us. We kissed.

“Your nipples are so hard,” Kevin whispered when he finally pulled his lips away from mine. “You have the most wonderful breasts.”

I’d been self-conscious about my body until I’d met Bob and Liz. They’d convinced me I was striking and attractive, rather than ungainly and ugly, too tall and thin with a plain face and tiny tits. I’m 5′ 10″ and quietly muscular, with a tiny waist and flat stomach. I have straight shoulder length blonde hair and pale white skin. My eyes are pale blue, set in a square German face which Bob describes as “beautiful, rather than conventionally pretty.” Whatever. He and Liz like it and that’s good enough for me. Kevin was fondling my breasts, which were the size and shape of half-baseballs, with little upturned nipples that always seemed to be erect. (more…)

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In my infinite quest of surprising you, I call your cell and leave a message for you to meet me at the strip club. I leave explicit instructions that you are not to be late, so in fact have your ass there early. When you arrive, there is a table reserved just for you with a note that says, “See you soon!”

The announcer comes onstage, “We have a new dancer tonight, so please make her feel welcomed. Put your hands together for Angel.” (more…)

The following happened so long ago there’s no point in using false names; if the other people involved are still around to read this, then they’ll probably be happy to be able to remember it!

I was in the Australian Navy for 15 years before I finally got to Hawaii; I’d been just about everywhere else - the Far East, Japan, the Philippines, India, Fiji, New Zealand, Scandinavia, the Mediterranean, and the east coast of the U.S.A. - and been to England twice and lived there for a total of five years. But Hawaii had constantly eluded me - just when it was announced that the ship I was in was going there, I’d be posted off. (more…)

“This story follows on from Naomi’s First Threesome.”

We spoke of little else for days after the threesome with her boss. The excitement of the experience cast everything else in the shade.

At first, we were hesitant. Naomi asked me how

I’d felt about it - how did I feel about seeing her sucking Bob’s cock? Was I jealous? Did it make a difference that Bob hadn’t actually fucked her? What if he had?

My answers were the honest truth - it had been a huge turn-on to see her head down in Bob’s lap while I’d taken her doggy style from behind. No, I wasn’t one bit jealous because I was there sharing the experience with her. (more…)

From Part I: Alyssa, a part-time bartender in Manhattan, gets propositioned by an attractive couple who happen to walk by the bar. They go out for dinner and dancing, then to a hotel room…

When we got to the room, I just stood there looking at them, not sure what to do next. Fortunately, they were the aggressors. Greg reached out to touch one of my breasts. “Come on, Mikki, touch her. See what it”s like to feel another woman.” She did, and each of them had one of their hands on my breasts. I was still worked up from dancing, and I could feel my nipples getting hard. (more…)

Part 1.

I have been buying you lingerie from this one particular store for some time now and the 30-something owner Sally and I have been quite good friends. She has learned both your and my tastes in what I like you to wear and when. So when I called her the other day and asked for a favour, she was quick to say yes.

I called you from the office to let you know that we were going to be doing some shopping late tonight (around 8:30) after we went out for a quick supper at our favourite Italian restaurant; you said that you would arrange a babysitter for the baby. (more…)