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— Anything Goes —
I got a job at a "hooters" style restaurant as a hostess a few months ago. Think Scottish and you can figure it out. The outfits are flattering on me but I've kept it a secret from my parents, they think i work at a different restaurant down the street. I don't want anyone from school finding out either for obvious reasons. Anyway on Friday my math teacher came in and he didn't recognize me at first. I always thought he was cute but seeing him outside of work in normal clothes he looked totally hot. He was pretty shocked when he realized who I was.

I did something really dumb, I don't know why but I totally threw myself at him, even though he is married I ended up giving him a blow job in his car after work. He even gave me a ride home, I went crazy on him to, pulling my tits out while he was driving me home, playing with myself in the passenger seat. I don't know what got into me i was just so horny and crazy. The more he told me to relax the more i wanted to just go nuts on his dick or jump out of the car in just my skirt and knee highs and go wild.

Anyway this was only 3 days ago and we have been texting but now I feel bad for his wife, so I'm working a job and my parents have no idea what my uniform consists of, and now i'm sort of fucking my married high school math teacher, and i don't even want to stop! help!

#9906 — Comments (2) — 5/9/2011 at 2:32 AM — That's Juicy! (28) — That's Lame. (6)

— Dreams and Wishes —
I am 18 years old and I would love to go to a nude beach. I am very self conscious. I have never even worn a bikini in my entire life. I usually stick to the nike one pieces. I just love thinking about going to a nude beach and soaking up the sun with every inch of my skin. Being exposed but that being the norm. Everybody looking at me but no one taking notice...feeling the sand between my cheeks. rubbing sunscreen all over my body. getting someone to help me rub it all in...swimming naked. feeling the water in every crevice of my body...ahh it would be wonderful.

And to have sex on a nude beach...that would be my dream. To openly have sex, loud passionate sex, right on the beach in front of everyone. Unashamedly having my pussy pounded on the sand...making me horny just to think about it!

#9785 — Comments (4) — 4/8/2011 at 2:30 AM — That's Juicy! (28) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I'm a 34 year old woman and I have never cheated on my husband. Last summer, we hired student painters to come and paint our master bedroom and I took a couple of days off from work to stay home and supervise the job.

The student painter was a young jock, he was tall and had a tatoo on his arm. He had a scruffy look that just seemed so different then my organized ordinary life. He was so polite and nice that I wish I was 21 again.

I did not really supervise but spent the entire day watching him on his ladder and somehow found myself trying to entertain him.

On the second day I wore shorts and a T and tied my hair. The only thing left was the trim and the work was done by noon and I offered to make him lunch. We sat around eating our turkey sandwiches and somehow the conversation turned to sex (and the lack of sex and opportunities on campus).

We spent the rest of the afteroon in bed in the guestroom and the sex was incredible. This guy was horny and very much in need. He had a nice toned body, very muscular legs and butt and a nice thick knobby cock. I thought "I had died and gone to heaven".

This boy was a good lover and a giver; he spent an hour licking every part of my body and did not miss a beat. He was intense, sweet and tasted totally delicious.

He left around 5:00pm and I changed the bed sheets and opened the windows to air out the room. My husband came home and was delighted with the colour of the master bedroom.

He suggested we hire the student painters again and get the living room and dining room done. I agreed and volunteered to supervise.

#9698 — Comments (2) — 3/10/2011 at 12:10 PM — That's Juicy! (27) — That's Lame. (4)

— Sex —
I'm a 24 year old guy and I live in a very small bachelor apartment in an old victorian building and sleep on a pull-out couch. My place is small and my living room turns into my bedroom at night.

I met this punk-rocker chick last summer and we hit it off and she moved in. A few months later, she asked me if one of her friends could live with us for a few months - I had no problem with this.

I spent the summer sleeping with the 2 girls on my pull-out couch and the sex has been amazing. My girlfriend is bi and we share absolutely everything and I sometime thinks that I'm the luckiest guy around.

I have to confess that I'm in love with both girls !

#9567 — Comments (0) — 1/23/2011 at 6:10 PM — That's Juicy! (27) — That's Lame. (3)

— Gay Stories —
I am bi and was recently single and went online on a gay website to see if I could find a fuckbuddy. My gf and I had just broken up and I was in the mood for non-committal fun.

I noticed one of the guys had taken a self-picture in a mirror of a gym - but not just any gym - the one in my condo building. I recognized the colour of the walls and the equipment.

So I started chatting him up and he was actually a very nice guy ! He told me that he was bi and just curious and was afraid to meet. I showed him a fake picture so he wouldn't recognize me in the elevators as I was a bit apprehensive as he was my neighbour.

I started hanging out at the gym and sure enough, on the second day he came in. I chatted him up a bit and he had no idea that I knew he was bi and that he had been on a gay site.

We went in the changeroom and I purposely got naked in the shower and pranced around the changeroom. I then followed him in the sauna and I let my big cock hang out for him to enjoy. I was purposely getting up and putting water on the oven rocks so he could look at my back and my nice muscular ass.

Nothing happened but he asked me if I would get together with him for dinner and drinks. We did meet and we have been having amazing sex - this guy told me that I seem to be reading his mind. Well he doesn't know or realize that we chat online and we talk about sex and he tells me all of his desires and fetishes. He even shared that he had met a guy and goes in great details.

I feel a bit bad because I hid from him because I was shy and not for the intention of being deceitful. But for once I get a lover that indirectly tells me his wants and needs and what he loves in the bedroom everytime we chat online.

I hope he never finds out that his lover and his internet buddy are the "same" person.

#9583 — Comments (0) — 1/28/2011 at 1:05 PM — That's Juicy! (27) — That's Lame. (0)

— Anything Goes —
I have always been an exhibitionist from the time I first realized how guys respond to women's bodies. For example, I always liked wearing bras that were sheer enough to let my usually-erect nipples show because I liked watching guys' eyes dart back and forth from what ever they were looking at to my tits. Always wanting to look, but most not wanting me to see them looking. I really like that.

Anyway, I progressed over time to the point where I would wear floppy sweaters or tees that would fall forward when I would move in certain ways so that guys could look down my shirt and get a full view of my bare breasts. At that point, most wouldn't even try to pretent to look away. They'd just stare for as long as I'd let them and then I'd act embarassed and shift my position to "hide" my nakedness.

Recently I've started taking things to a new level. I wear short skirts to the grocery store now and underwear is out of the question. When I want something from the bottom shelf, I don't bend over. Instead, I sort of squat with my legs somewhat apart (a girl has to balance, right?) so that guys comming down the aisle get a full view of my naked pussy. I don't shave, but I trim very short so everything can be seen. The reactions I get are varied and fun. I honestly don't care what they guy looks like or how old he is. I'm only interested in showing off and having him turned on by it. I've been doing this for a while, but as usual, it's getting old. I'm trying to think of new ways I can show off for guys in a way that's safe, appears "accidental", and very stimulating. I'm still thinking about what I'll do next.

#9030 — Comments (2) — 4/20/2010 at 1:30 PM — That's Juicy! (27) — That's Lame. (3)

— Dreams and Wishes —
Ok don't think I'm weird or whatever..
I am 16 years old and I fantasize about rubbing my pussy while several older men like 40 and over stand over me jacking off. I get off thinking about that all the time.

#10672 — Comments (3) — 12/12/2011 at 1:55 AM — That's Juicy! (27) — That's Lame. (5)

— When I Was a Kid —
Years ago when I was 14, my family was supposed to go about 100 miles away for the weekend to help my grandparents move. The Friday night before we were supposed to leave I came down with something and was running a slight temperature. Rather than cancel the trip, my parents decided that my 17-year old sister could stay home with me for the weekend and they'd go by themselves.

My sister found a rectal thermometer my parents used on us when we were much younger and decided that's how she'd take my temperature that weekend. The first time she came into my room and told me to lay on my stomach, I assumed she was going to rub my shoulders or something. Instead, she yanked my pajama bottoms down to my knees. Before I could do anything, the pinned me to the bed by putting her hand on my back and told me to relax. I tried to fight her but she smacked me hard on the bottom and told me to lie still or I'd get a bare bottom spanking before we were done. I relaxed a bit and felt the cold thermometer and gooey Vaseline slide in between my butt cheeks. She then put her hand on my butt and held it there gently for about 5 minutes before pulling out the thermometer and removing her hand.

I reached for my pants but she stopped me. "I told you to lay still" she said as she smacked my bottom again. "I promised you a spanking if you didn't do as I said." She then sat down the bed and pulled me across her lap. The spanking wasn't particularly hard, but I was before she was through. I came on her lap. She gave me a particularly hard and fast couple of spanks, told me I was a naughty boy and we'd deal with that later. She let me up (I pulled up my pants pretty quickly), cleaned up the mess and left, but left the thermometer on the nightstand.

The next temperature taking session was over her knee (so that she could spank me if I deserved it) and she continued finding excuses to take my temperature or spank me whenever she could over the next few years. The spankings ended up being with a hairbrush as I got older and a few times she took my temperature with one of her girlfriends in the room (one of them took it once!).

#4272 — Comments (7) — 2/14/2009 at 7:19 AM — That's Juicy! (26) — That's Lame. (0)

— Sex —
I am a married 36 year old woman. I am pettie and in very good shape because I teach dancing & yoga. I also run almost every day. Last week my husband was out of town and I went running early in the morning. And as luck would have it, I tripped and fell also spraining my ankle. I couldn't even egt up or stand on it. I young man about 23 years old also running stoped to help me. he picked me up like I didn't weigh any thing at all. He is quite handsome and has a great build. He is about 6'4" with very broad shoulders and big strong arms. I tried to walk and I just couldn't. He told me don't worry,he then picked me up in his arms and asked where I was parked. He carried me all the way, He didn't even get out of breath and he never stopped once. And on top of that held a conversatioon with me. When we got to my car. I couldn't drive it because my car has a manual transmission. So my young friend offered to drive me home. I let him and when we got home he carried me right into the house. I thanked him and just before he was about to leave he kissed me. He was so hansome that I let him. before long he picked me up and asked which way to the bedroom. I told him and before long I was sucking the biggest cock I had ever seen. He fucked me all the rest of the morning. I let him do anything that he wanted to me. I didn't even care that I was cheating on my husband. Because he almost never has sex with me any more. We exchanged phone numbers. I told him that I was married and we had to be carefull. The next day I went back to where we met and he was there. I didn't run but we ended up back at his apartment and we had sex all morning again. I just can't believe that this young guy wants to have sex with me as much as possible. I plan to keep doing with him just as long as I can.

#9758 — Comments (2) — 3/30/2011 at 3:31 PM — That's Juicy! (26) — That's Lame. (1)

— Sex —
My dad was killed in a car crash in 1989 when I was three years old. I don't really remember him. My mum remarried three years later to my dad's best friend, Steve. He was a fantastic dad. He did all sorts of fun stuff with me. My mum was a nurse and regularly worked night shift which meant Steve would put me to bed. He would read me a bedtime story when he put me to bed at night. This became a regular thing over the next few years. Around the time I turned twelve he started to lightly massage me when he was reading me a bedtime story. His strong hands gently rubbing my back were soooo relaxing. Over time these back rubs evolved to leg and bum rubs too. This was about the time my young body was blossoming into womanhood. Looking back I was so naive. I knew so little about sex and he knew so much. I began to get aroused, however I didn't understand these feelings at the time. All I knew was that it felt good. Then one night when I was 13 he urged me to try something different - a front rub. I was unsure but eventually agreed. Well needless to say his hand found my breasts. He continued to read all the while. I began to buzz with feelings that were totally foreign to me. Shortly thereafter his hand went down, down, down and began stroking my inner thighs, before venturing under the leg band of my undies. I flinched but he told me to relax. Without missing a beat his fingers found my peach fuzz covered slit and began to work their magic. I was in heaven. He came to the end of the chapter which was normally time to turn the light out and go to sleep. I didn't want to go to sleep! My hips were thrusting up as waves of pleasure washed over me. My young body convulsed into my first orgasm however I had no idea what was happening. After it subsided Steve stood up. He kissed my forehead as he usually did and said goodnight. He whispered, "you are really growing up, aren't you?" This became the new routine - a chapter from a book, a gentle rub - with his fingers always finding my clit and me always coming.

Several months later one Saturday night I fell asleep on the lounge watching a movie. I awoke with these feelings of pleasure again washing over me. Steve had removed my undies and his tongue was pleasuring my pussy. I thought that was a bit gross but it felt so good. I noticed the TV was still on. There was a porno playing - something I had never seen before. I can still remember that this blonde girl was sucking what appeared to be an enormous dick. Anyway Steve was sucking and slurping on me and I just spread my legs and closed my eyes. This was so much better than his fingers! I ran my fingers through his hair as he brought me to the most amazing climax. I was still laying there catching my breath when he crawled up over me and kissed my forehead. As he kissed me I felt something push against my swollen pussy. It dawned on me that Steve was naked and his dick was rubbing my slit. The head found the opening to my hole and all of a sudden reality hit me. He was going to fuck me! Noooo!!! I'm only fourteen! I can't do this!! "Please no!!" I whispered. I don't think that was the response he was expecting after the way I had just exploded like a firecracker in his face. He kissed my forehead again and said, "It's OK. I won't." But he held the head in my opening for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't resist - just laid there. That must have confused the hell out of him knowing that all he had to do was give one good push and he was in. He said "your little honeypot will make some boy very happy one day". From then on that's what he always called my vagina - my little honeypot. He rolled off and laid beside me. He took my hand and placed it on his dick. He was rock hard, slippery from my juices and from what I could feel way too big to fit in my little hole anyway. The porno rolled on in the background with plenty of moaning to set the mood as he showed me how to please a man with my hands. After a while he got up and asked me to suck on it like the girl on the movie. He stood in front of me and carefully instructed how to give a blowjob. I must have done good because in just a few minutes he exploded in my mouth which I wasn't expecting! Well I gagged and coughed, pushing him away. I had cum running out my mouth and nose. Not pretty! After that night it became a regular thing when we could. He would eat me out and I would blow him. He taught me to give head like a pro - and to swallow. "Guys love that" he told me.

A few months later we went to Steve's work Christmas party at his bosses house. There were only two kids there - me and the daughter of one of his workmates. Megan was a year younger than me but we hit it off good. All the adults were getting pretty drunk and I was keen to have some alcohol but my mum said no. Megan and I were keeping to ourselves out the back yard when one of the guys came outside. He didn't see us sitting in the shadows as he peed in a potplant. I had a brilliant idea - I'd get him to bring us some alcohol. His name was Jeff and he was about Steve's age - his mid 30's. I asked him to bring us some alcohol as we were bored. He said "what do I get in return?" He said that he couldn't just get us alcohol if there was nothing in it for him. Then I had an idea. I whispered in his ear "How about a blowjob?" Well he was back in two shakes with three glasses, a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of coke. We were getting fairly tipsy and laughing in the shadows of the backyard when Megan had to go home as her mum had to go to work early the next day. That left just Jeff and I. He asked me if I was serious about what I'd said to him. I said "only if you want me to". Pretty soon I was kneeling in front of him working my suction skills on his manhood. When he shot his load I swallowed it all just as Steve had taught me. I asked him if it was okay and he assured me I was a natural. Before I left that night I gave Jeff my phone number as he said he could have some babysitting work for me if I was interested.

Two weeks later I got a call from Jeff. He invited me to a New Years Eve party at the football clubhouse where he was coach. He knew my mum and Steve wouldn't let me go so he suggested that he organize some 'baby sitting'. He told them I was going to babysit for his children, and they agreed. His wife had gone away with the kids for the holidays so the plan worked perfectly. He picked me up about 8 and I was dressed comfortably in jeans as he had suggested. I also had my 'overnight' bag with the miniskirt tucked inside so as not to arouse my mum's suspicion. I got changed at the clubhouse and was soon in my glory surrounded by dozens of muscular young guys. I got on really well with one guy by the name of Jason. He was 19 and totally gorgeous. I thought this was love. I was getting really tipsy and flirting with him a lot. I was shattered when his gorgeous girlfriend showed up. Funny, he hadn't mentioned her. Jeff found me and topped my drink up. He noticed I was a bit down and I told him about Jason. He took me outside and we talked for a while, with Jeff regularly refilling my glass. He gave me a hug and said, 'Follow me." I said "where are we going?" He just said, "follow me. I owe you something." He took me into a room and pushed me back on a bed. He pulled my panties off and said "now it's my turn." As his tongue went to work he pushed a finger into me and I was in ecstasy. Before long I came in his face. I was laying back over the bed with my butt at the edge. He'd somehow got his pants off while he was licking me. He knelt beside the bed and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. His dick rubbed my clit and it felt so good. I felt him push against my little hole. I said "I'm a virgin...." As I uttered those words he gave a shove and drove himself into me. He held it there a moment as I winced in pain, his balls resting against my evaporating virginity. He then screwed me slowly for about 15 minutes before blowing inside me. It was nice but not great. Later I went back out to the party and saw that Jason's girlfriend had left. I flirted with him again and invited him out back. Now my virginity was gone I might as well have him too. Pretty soon I was getting screwed for the second time in two hours. I didn't come but he did. I heard the crowd countdown to the year 2000 as Jason filled my little honeypot for the second time that night. I stayed at Jeff's place as arranged and he made love to me again for over an hour. That was really nice but I could hardly walk the next day.

I screwed Steve a few weeks later, just before my 15th birthday. I pretended that he popped my cherry to keep him happy. After that he was relentless, pounding my little honeypot whenever he could. One day he fucked me as I was bending over the basin brushing my teeth before I went to school. I can still remember running to catch the schoolbus with cum running down my leg! Mum never found out thank God!

#11053 — Comments (0) — 3/19/2012 at 7:31 AM — That's Juicy! (26) — That's Lame. (2)

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