Cheerleader Gets Fucked

The superintendent promoted me from teacher to principal the same day Janet turned 18. I’d been watching that little girl shake her ass down the hallways of Jefferson High for more than three years. Every Friday during football season, she came to school dressed in her green and white cheerleader uniform. The mascot, an eagle, stretched across her luscious tits. All I could think about was making her spread like one. Now that I’d been given the powers of a principal and she was legal, I became determined to make my fantasy come true.

I told the secretary to summon Janet just before lunch on my first Friday as principal. Janet was a dutiful student; it took her no more than a few minutes. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, tied with a green ribbon to match her cheerleader uniform. School records said she was 18, but she could’ve easily passed for three years younger.

“Hi,” she said.

“Close the door Janet,” I said.

She gently shut the door.

“And lock it,” I said.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“Just do as you’re told,” I said.

After the lock clicked, I motioned for Janet to take a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. The skirt left plenty of bare thigh exposed. I imagined running my tongue up against that soft skin and making her sweet, virginal pussy wet for the first time. My dick turned hard as a librarian’s glare.

“Janet,” I said. “Do you plan to go to college?”

“Well, yes,” she said. “I’ve already applied to Brown, Yale and Stanford.”

I swiveled my chair so I could close the blinds on the window behind me.

“Do you know what a letter from your principal can mean to those colleges?” I asked as the room darkened.

“Not exactly,” she said.

“Let me explain it,” I said, turning around to shoot her a stone-faced glare. “If your principal writes a good letter, it can greatly enhance your chances of getting accepted to the school.”

I stood up and looked down at Janet. The lights were off. Slits of sunlight cut across her face. I sensed fear and vulnerability in her big, brown eyes, and then I knew I could have my way with her. I walked around the desk, knelt next to her and put my hand on her thigh.

“But if your principal writes a bad letter, it reflects poorly on you,” I said. “And do you know what that means?”

“It means I won’t get in,” she said.

“That’s right,” I said. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panties. She already had a wet spot.

“Has a boy fucked you yet, Janet?” I asked.
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Cheerleader Photo Shoot

Steve was your typical high school senior. He wasn’t the star athlete and he wasn’t the class geek, just the average kid in a large school. He was about 5′ 10″ and around 170lbs. Not a muscle man but he had a nice body and had average looks. Steve didn’t have any enemies, just lots of friends. He didn’t care if you were the most popular kid in school or the outcast that nobody would talk to, he would be your friend. The only down fall to Steve was that he was an 18 year old virgin. He thought about sex and wanted to have sex he was just not the kind of guy to really hit on girls or ask them out. Things were all about to change for him soon.

Friday night came and went and Steve had done nothing but sit at home since he wasn’t really part of the in crowd, the jocks and cheerleader, who were partying all night. Saturday morning arrived and Steve headed for work like he had been doing for the past year or so at a local photography studio. The day had been going by like it normally had, plenty of screaming little kids, but then the door opened and in walked Melanie Porter. Melanie was the head cheerleader and probably the prettiest girl in the school. As she walked in Steve couldn’t help but stare. Melanie was about 5′ 6″ and 125lbs, long blonde hair, very firm body, an ass that was too die for and the nicest pair of 34C breast that Steve had ever seen.

Melanie walked over to Steve and they exchanged the normal pleasantries and some small chit chat about school. Steve learned that she was in getting her senior pictures taken for the year book Melanie walked away to get her pictures taken and Steve went back to work. About ten minutes later Melanie walked out and up to Steve again. Melanie asked him if he took pictures and he told her yes, that he had hoped to become a professional photographer some day. Melanie stood there and thought for a minute then asked him if he would be interested in helping her and the other cheerleaders raise money for the senior prom. Steve figured that he probably wouldn’t be going to the prom so he really didn’t know if he wanted to help raise money for it, but the more he thought about it the more he figured that he would be able to spend time with Melanie and the other 5 cheerleaders. Steve asked her what it was she wanted him to do. Melanie went on to explain that they wanted to make a cheerleader calendar and sell them to raise money and they needed someone to take the pictures. Steve couldn’t believe his luck, being able to take pictures of 6 of the most beautiful girls he knew as they dance around in their cheerleading outfits. They made arrangements to start taking the pictures the following Saturday.

The following week seemed to drag on for what seemed like months as Steve anticipated the day he got to take the girls pictures. Everyday at school all he could do is look at the girls as they passed him in the hall and visualize them posing in their outfits. Saturday morning arrived and Steve gathered up all his camera equipment and headed out the door to go to Melanie’s house. Steve pulled up in front of the house just as Tina was arriving. Tina could have passed for Melanie’s twin except for the fact that her breasts were much bigger, at least two cup sizes.

As the two of them reached the front door they were greeted by Melanie standing there in her cheerleading uniform. Steve and Tina followed Melanie in the house. Melanie told Steve to make himself at home because it was going to be a few more minutes while the rest of the girls finished getting ready. Steve headed for the living room as the two girls headed upstairs to join the other girls and finish preparing. After sitting there for what seemed like hours he finally heard the girls starting to come downstairs. Steve turned to look and treated to the most wonderful sight, 6 beautiful girls bouncing down the stairs in their cheerleading uniforms. Watching their little skirts flip up and the breast bounce beneath their tops was starting to give him a very familiar feeling in his pants. Steve had to concentrate to make sure that he didn’t get up sporting a tent in his pants.
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Uncles Nude Model

“And finally, young lady, you’ll not be going to Europe with us this summer,” Emily’s dad said, his face was flushed after the 10-minute telling off he’d just given his daughter. “You’re going to your Uncle Mike’s house where you’ll be staying when we’re in Europe and every day you’ll go to work with him in order to earn back some of the money that we just had to pay for the damage you and your friends caused. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Emily looked down and bit her lip.

“Then go to your room. I don’t want to see you again tonight. You will have your dinner in your room tonight.”

Emily went to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Damn, damn, damn!!!!! How could it have gone so wrong? And now she wasn’t going to Europe! She’d been looking forward to this trip all year. It was going to be her graduation gift. It had been planned all around her and now her pesky little sisters Sarah and Jennifer were going to get to experience all the things she’d dreamt of for so long while she was stuck working for Uncle Mike all summer.

It was only supposed to be a small prank. Every year the seniors at Preston High decorated the school with colourful flowers a week before graduation. This year Kellie Parker had been in charge and Emily and her friends hated Kellie Parker. She’d bossed them around for 12 years so they decided to send her off with a parting gift worth remembering. To make a long story short, their plan had backfired, the paint they’d got didn’t just wash off with water, and their beautiful white stucco school building now looked like the scene of a frenzied mass stabbing.

They’d all been suspended from their own graduation and it was only because the principal didn’t want any more bad publicity that he hadn’t reported them to the police or notified the colleges they were going to. If they agreed to leave quietly and pay for the damage, their transcripts wouldn’t show any sign of what had happened. To top it all off, Kellie Parker was the big hero of the moment since her quick actions had stopped the plot in time so that the front of the school hadn’t been damaged.

A week later Emily stood in the doorway of her uncle’s photographic studio and glared as her parents’ car drove off to the airport. She’d begged with them all week. She’d been convinced that they would end up letting her off with a less severe punishment like they always did. But this time they hadn’t relented. She kicked the door frame. Damn it! She was 18 years old now. Her dad had reminded her that she wouldn’t be an adult in his eyes until she starting paying her own way, and with 4 years of college ahead of her, that seemed a long way off.

“Come on, Em,” her uncle called. “Life sucks, so get over it. We’ve got some serious food to photograph today.”
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Marys First Black Cock

Mary was a very attractive but shy 18 year old who was born and raised in Iowa. Mary was about 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighted in at about 100 pounds even. She had wavy blonde hair and beautiful light blue eyes. She had had a sheltered life and she knew it. In her high school graduation class there were only 6 black students.

Mary was always raised to be friends with everyone, but only close friends with people like herself. It would have been a scandal in her family if she would have ever dated one of the black students. Mary herself was friends with the black kids, but admittedly thought she would never date a black person.

Mary had had enough of her small town and to her parents disappointment had decided to go to a college in Chicago. When Mary met her room mate Tasha and discovered she was black, Mary was a little nervous. After a few weeks though Mary and Tasha quickly became friends and Mary felt bad for many of the stereo types that she had about black people.

The one thing that did bother Mary was Tasha’s brother Tyrone and 2 of his friends. She felt that these 3 represented everything bad about black people. They were truly ghetto! All 3 wore baggy clothing like the rap stars wore with their large platinum chains and spoke in their gansta slang.

The worse thing though was the way they stared at Mary, it made her so uncomfortable. When ever Mary came into the dorm room and these guys were around they would look her body up and down and snicker. Tasha had warned them to leave Mary alone but they kept it up. Deep down the thing that made Mary the most uncomfortable about the guys staring at her was the fact that it was starting to turn her on, especially Tyrone. Besides the way he dressed he was an attractive guy.

Mary was short and had always been attracted to large guys even though her last and only boyfriend was only 5 feet 9 inches. Tyrone on the other hand was on the college basketball team and stood at 6 feet 5 inches and was about 220 pounds of all muscle.

One day while Mary was alone in her dorm room she heard a knock on the door. When she answered she saw it was Tyrone by himself. He had just come from practice and said he was here to see if Tasha wanted to go our for lunch. Mary told him that Tashsa was not in. Tyrone smiled and asked could he come in and take a shower so he would not have to go all the way back to his dorm before he went to find himself something for lunch. Mary was still kind of intimidated by Tyrone, mainly for his size, but did not want to be rude to her friends brother so she told him to come on in.

When Tyrone came out of the bathroom he was wearing nothing but a towel, his brown skin still wet. Mary tried not to make her staring obvious but it was hard. Tyrone’s chest was large and cut and his waist was small with rock hard abs. Tyrone smiled at Mary when he caught her looking and asked her if she liked what she saw. Mary gave Tyrone a look of disgust, but they both knew that she did like what she saw. Tyrone walked over to Tasha’s bed were he had left is gym bag and pulled out a T shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

Mary was still watching Tyrone out of the corner of her eye when to her disbelief Tyrone let his towel drop to the floor. Mary could do nothing but stare at the huge monster black cock that lived between Tyrone’s muscular legs. Tyrone’s cock was at least 7 inches or more while limp and was already as thick as Mary’s forearm. The shaft was dark and the head a dark purple which was as large as a large egg. Mary had not even noticed that she had stopped breathing. Her eyes stayed on Tyrone’s cock for about a minute straight before they moved up to meet his smiling face.
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A Schoolgirl Calls

Kylie had just begun her last year at school. She liked the idea of some of the privileges she would have in the sixth form but was not happy about having to still wear the school uniform. However, she was a positive and intelligent girl and would look on the bright side — “One more year of study, get my GCSEs and I can wear what ever I like”, she thought as she walked home from school on her first day back. She wanted to be still on her summer holidays, back in Wales with Emma swimming with the dolphins and going round the clubs at night. She didn’t want to be at stupid school with the stupid teachers doing stupid lessons. She felt like a young woman, why did the teachers treat her like a kid? It made her so angry. Kylie wanted to be free not shackled.

She got within two hundred yards of her house and it started to rain. Not torrential but enough to make her run the last bit. She ran down her path and felt in her bag for the key. She couldn’t find it — then she remembered she left it on the hook in the kitchen after she had taken the rubbish out that morning. ‘Fuck it!’, she shouted as she realised her predicament. Her Mum would not be home for two hours and the rain was getting heavier. She could only think of going next door and seek shelter. She had a new neighbour — she had seen him briefly over the fence the previous week and he seemed OK. She wouldn’t go the other side, that was an oldish man who gave her the creeps.

She hurried round to her neighbour’s house and knocked on the door. Andrew was 38 and was inside writing some emails for work and was not expecting any visitors so was surprised by Kylie’s loud ‘tap tap tap

‘Flipin heck, who’s this?’ He murmured as he went to answer the door. He was shocked when he saw the girl. He had a thing about the school uniform. He knew it was wrong. He often went for a run at tea time, just to see the older schoolgirls in their short skirts and long white socks. He was only looking; he would never approach one of them. Now he had one of his muses on his own doorstep.

‘Hi, sorry to trouble you mate but I’m locked out next door and it’s pissing it down, is there any chance of you letting me dry off until my Mum comes home?’ Andrew smiled nervously.

‘Erm, well I suppose yes, come in before you get soaked.’

Kylie stood in his hallway and Andrew did a double take at her top. Her white blouse had become quite clammy from the rain and her bra was obvious through the top and made her developing breasts quite an eyeful. Andrew took a deep breath. He was normally a level-headed man but having a sixth-former in his house had made his blood pressure go up.

‘My name’s Andrew by the way…erm I’ll get you a towel for your hair you look a bit damp.’

He raced up stairs and fetched a clean hand towel from his airing cupboard and handed it to Kylie.

As she dried her hair he took the opportunity to look her over without making it too obvious. Apart from the white blouse she had a blue and yellow striped tie, a shortish grey pleated skirt and black tights. Andrew involuntarily licked his licks but then mentally slapped himself on the wrist. “Behave yourself”, he thought. It wasn’t just that she was a developing adolescent girl that he found appealing, but just that she was really, really lovely. She had long, shiny black hair and big blue eyes.

Kylie passed him back the towel and smiled.

‘Thanks’, she said, ‘I’m glad you’re in or I don’t know what I would have done.’
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Dorm Games

“Hi Kell, what’s up?” asked Jane, noticing her busty blonde roommate peeking through the open door.

“I just finished my Chem lab that’s due on Monday and wanted to see what’s up around here. You guys doin’ anything interesting?” Kelli walked into the guys dorm room. All three boys took notice of the prototypical Southern California, blonde hair, blue-eyed, 18 year old goddess with legs up to her neck and a chest that could barely be contained by a bikini. Kelli Smith didn’t go many places where she wasn’t immediately the center of male attention.

Jane was surprised at Kelli’s arrival. To the disappointment of all the guys on the co-ed dorm floor, Kelli was usually in her room studying or reading a book. Most weekends she went home to visit her parents. Being anti-social was a kind description. If not for her incredible looks she would have been considered an absolute bookwormish nerd. Instead, she was just considered as playing “hard to get”. At least that’s what all the guys in the dorm told each other. Then Jane remembered that her roommate’s parents were away on a vacation, realizing Kelli must be stuck in the school dorm all weekend.

“Not a whole heck of a lot is interesting in this room. We were just thinking about playing some liar’s dice. Justin got some homeless guy to buy a bottle of tequila for us.” Jane winked at Kelli, knowing the freshman wasn’t a big drinker. Jane had never seen her take a sip of anything harder than diet coke.

Kelli glanced around the small, messy dorm room. It was Justin and Roger’s room, one slept on a bed on each side of the room. Both were busy setting up a folding card table and a couple chairs. Beth, a cute brunette that lived in the room next to Kelli and Jane’s was there, as was Steve, a friend of Justin’s from his hometown. Steve lived on the floor below with the rest of the lacrosse team. Kelli saw him and flashed a timid smile his way.

Steve smiled back at Kelli and patted the bed next to where he sat, “Come on Kelli, kick back and play with us.”

“I don’t know how to play, but thanks anyway.” Kelli muttered. Blushing, she turned to go back to her room. She wasn’t used to being in the company of so many people.

“Wait a sec,” called Steve, “let me show you how to play. It’s really simple. If a brainiac like you doesn’t understand after I’m done explaining then you can go, alright?” Kelli shrugged and sat on the bed next to him. “OK, we play with 5 dice and a cup, like this one” he picked up the plastic cup and rattled the dice inside. “The first person shakes and then looks at what they have without showing anyone else, then they call a hand. The next person to go decides if they want to try and beat that throw, or call the person a liar. If you call the person a liar and are right, they have to take a drink, if you call ’em a liar and you’re wrong, you take a drink. Oh, and if you try to beat the roll, you have to have something better, so even if you don’t get shit, lie about it. Then the next person around the table decides to roll or call you a liar. That’s pretty easy, huh?” Kelli nodded. Steve asked, “Have you played poker before?”

“Yep!” replied Kell enthusiastically. “We used to play in high school, my family had a game night every Friday.”

“Really? Well, you need to roll a better poker hand to beat the last person, so I don’t need to teach you that. You’ll probably kick ass at this game, if you have a good poker face that is. Did you win much when you played with your family?” asked Steve.

“I won more than I lost,” beamed Kelli proudly, “but it was just for fun.”

“So, are you gonna stay and play or what?” interrupted Jane.

“Um, yeah, I guess so. It sounds kinda fun.” Kelli thought she’d be good at this game, especially when Steve had asked about her poker face. Back home she had always won against her family. They said they could never tell when she was bluffing.
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Splendor In The Ass

I had to do it.

Yeah, I hear what you are saying. You are saying, no, dude, you didn’t have to do anything. But fuck, you ain’t me.

Since the bitch hit puberty, she had been shaking her fine ass my way. Yes, she was a couple years younger then me so I didn’t pay her much attention at first. And then I went away to college. Well, summer between my junior and senior years I was taking it easy. Next summer, I would be a working man. So it was my last summer to party hard.

I am in my backyard on a sunny afternoon, drinking a beer and listening to some tunes when the slut comes out of her house. Anna Lee Delgado…and the girl, I swear to God, had the nicest ass a woman was ever born with. She sashayed that fine body of hers in a, damn, string bikini over to the chaise lounge by their pool and laid down on it on her flat abs.

I am watching her as she unties the strap to her top. Fucking cunt! And I am thinking that girl is just asking me to come over there and plow her. So I waited just a bit, all the time I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. I pick up my beer and I head over to her house.

Her parents work, I know this. She is home alone, so am I. I walk over and sit by her, lifting up the bottle of sunscreen she had brought outside with her.

“Hey, Anna,” I say when I am thinking I am so going to ream your ass, baby.

“Hey, Jim,” she is saying when I have no clue what she is thinking.

“Let me put some of this sunscreen on you. Don’t want to get burned,” I am saying while I rub it between my hands thinking it will work great as lube.

“Thanks, Jim,” she is saying when again I have no clue what she is thinking.
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Their Moms Strap On

Hillary and Tiffany Duncan, 18 and 19 years old respectively, were aware their mother, who had been divorced for over ten years, had overnight guests in her bed from time to time. They also knew the guests were sometimes men and sometimes women. They saw nothing at all wrong with what Mom was doing; she was only forty years old and certainly had needs to be taken care of. She also treated her daughters as the adults they were, providing them with birth control pills and raising no objection when they had young men as overnight guests. She did advise them to be careful and to insist the men use condoms, but she otherwise mostly stayed out of their sex lives.

Hillary was a senior in high school and Tiffany was in her first year in a local community college, satisfying some elective requirements before beginning to attend the state university in the neighboring city. During Spring Break, they were both home and bored, and discussing the probable sex life of relatives and mutual acquaintances, including their mother. Although both young women regularly enjoyed sexual activities with men or boys, neither had ever had any woman on woman action, and they were curious about exactly what it would involve.

“What do you suppose Mom does with the women she gets it on with?” Hillary asked her older sister. Although young, she was enough of a woman of the world to have some ideas about lesbians and bisexual women and what they did with each other in bed, but she wanted to hear the salacious details.

“I suppose they eat each other’s pussies and sometimes they fuck each other with plastic cocks.”

“Did you ever use a cock like that? It doesn’t sound like as much fun as the real thing.”

“They’re called dildos. I’ve seen them advertised online, but I’ve never seen an actual one.”

“Do you think mom has one?”

The teenagers looked at each other and, almost simultaneously, both sisters said “Let’s go find out!” They arose from the chair and sofa on which they had been lounging and hurried into their mother’s bedroom to begin their search.

The first possibilities were the simplest and most obvious – under the pillows and under the mattress, but they had no luck in either place. Their mother’s alarm clock sat on a bedside table that also had a small drawer, but they found nothing there either. That left the dresser and the armoire with its three large drawers.

Hillary began carefully rummaging through the top drawer in the latter, looking under the family’s winter clothing, but finding nothing of interest. Tiffany had better luck, reasoning something intimate such as the thing they were seeking would be in an intimate place, so she began with the small drawer where their mother’s bras were kept. Finding nothing among those garments, she opened Mom’s panty drawer, and there she hit pay dirt. When she felt under the silky garments, her fingers met a hard cylindrical object and, from her personal experience, she recognized the shape of a cock. Carefully moving the panties aside disclosed a large white object.

“Here it is,” she told Hillary.

“Well, bring it out, and let’s have a look.”

Being careful to avoid any undue disturbance, because she wanted to replace the exotic device exactly where she found it, Tiffany removed the object from the panty drawer. When she held it up, she was surprised to see the attached straps, and showed it to her sister.

“Big, isn’t it,” Hillary remarked. “But what are the straps for?”

She took the strange object and held it up by the larger of the two elastic belts. The toy consisted of a black triangular piece of leather or something similar, with a thick, seven-inch long cock protruding from the center and a wide, black strap connected to two corners of the triangle. A narrower strap of the same color was fastened to the third angle, and the other end of the smaller band terminated in a loop with the wider strap passing through it. When she held it in front of herself with either of her hands gripping the wider strap and pulled it taut, she realized how the dildo would be worn and used by a woman.

“Look,” Hillary explained. “Mom or the other woman sticks her legs through these places and buckles the strap around her hips so the cock is where a real one would be on a man, and she uses it to fuck her partner.”
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Talking Ricky Into Anal

Mari had been dating Rick for about six weeks and could only get him to have “normal” sex. She had hinted to him that she liked to experiment and he told her that he liked things just the way they were. He seemed to blush a lot whenever she brought up the subject of sex.

Mari would not give up. Rick was such a stud and had the biggest cock she had ever ridden. She wanted to experience that cock in more than just her pussy, which was the only place he would put it.

One evening, Mari prepared margaritas and made sure Rick’s glass was never empty. When he was feeling no pain, Mari snuggled up next to him and in a soft voice, asked him, “Ricky, can we watch a dirty movie?” Rick, loosened up with tequila, quickly agreed. Mari hopped up and put in the dirtiest anal sex video she could find. Mari snuggled back next to him and asked, “Ricky, would you slip your hands in my panties while we watch the movie?” Rick looked at Mari, puzzled. “Mari, what would you want me to do with my hands while they are in your panties?” Mari giggled, “You’re such a choirboy, Ricky. I think you’ll find your hands will know just what to do.”

It didn’t take long for Rick to make it obvious that he was enjoying the movie. His cock was straining inside of his pants, waiting to be released. His hands did indeed find something to do in Mari’s pants. “Do you like this movie, Ricky?” Mari asked in a teasing manner. “Would you like to re-enact this movie with me?” Ricky looked at Mari and shyly replied while his hands continued their massage of Mari’s pussy, “Mari, I’ve never done any of that dirty stuff. I wouldn’t know where to begin.” Ricky’s whole hand massage gave way to fingers darting in and out of Mari’s pussy. “I, I, I think it would be too naughty,” he whispered.
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Good Girl Turns 18 And Turns Bad

I had dreamed about sex for a long time but actually doing it was a whole other thing. You see I was brought up a Catholic good girl. Catholic schools and prayers were a way of life for me. Not to say I didn’t think about fucking all the time or hadn’t learned the classic Catholic girl blow-job to appease my boyfriends but all-in-all I was a good girl and a virgin, that is until I turned eighteen.

At eighteen my seven friends and I celebrated my birthday by sneaking into a ritzy Los Angeles bar and I saw one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. She had long blonde hair, perfect tan, voluptuous breasts, and an outfit that showed off her amazing ass and long legs. I first noticed her feet, which were fit into black stiletto heels, and as my eyes gazed upward along her long bare legs I came across the shortest skirt I had ever seen. Her ass just about hung out of the black leather mini skirt so you could just see the shape of her beautiful cheeks. Then my sights took in her tight-fitting pink sweater showing off her big tits as she turned around and looked my way. I could tell she was looking straight at me even though I was still staring at her chest. I wanted to look up at her but I was way too embarrassed and I turned back to join my friends at the table.

I could not help it though, I had to see what her face looked like so I stole a look her way. She was talking with some dark-haired man and I could only see her from behind. I could not believe my thoughts. I had never had lesbian thoughts before and I didn’t think I was a lesbian but this woman was intriguing me. She exhumed sex appeal. Something I had always wanted but did not think I had. I had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, medium-sized boobs with big nipples, and a fit, muscular body that always attracted men but I was not considered a sexpot. I was wearing tight –fitting jeans and a see-through white blouse that showed off my curves in a classy way that was very much unlike her slutty look.

I tried to chime into my friends’ conversation but my mind was preoccupied and I kept looking back at the blonde goddess which is when the dark-haired man she was talking to smiled at me and nodded to the blonde in front of him. She turned my way and this time I could not look away. She was breathtaking. As if the rest of her body was not erotic enough, she had flawless silky white skin, green eyes, and bounteous lips. She was a modern day Barbie but with clothes I had never seen Barbie in. She just smiled at me, she new I was gawking but I think she was having fun with it. After all, with that outfit I guess she didn’t mind attention.

I smiled back and that is when I noticed the dark-haired man next to her was as gorgeous as she was. He was Ken, she was Barbie. The two were the sexiest couple I had ever laid my eyes on. He motioned me with his finger to come so I excused myself from my friends and headed on over.

“Hi, I’m Darren,” the dark-haired Ken doll said to me, “and this is Sheila,” he said as he gestured toward Barbie.

“I’m Samantha,” I said as my mind raced. I didn’t know what to say to them. I didn’t know why I even went over to them. I had nothing to say. But my body did. I realized I was wet. My pussy was dripping. The two of them were looking me up and down.

“How old are you?” Darren asked. “Twenty-one,” I lied, “I’m celebrating my twenty-first birthday tonight.” Sheila just nodded at me. I think they knew my lie but neither of them called me on it.

“Well then, to celebrate, can I buy you a drink?” Darren asked in a low, husky voice that turned me on in ways I never knew could happen. My thighs were actually quivering.
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