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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.

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.’

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.

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.

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.”

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.

Wrong Locker Room

Swimming always eased Jessica’s mind. On the day of every major test she ever took, she would take an early morning swim in the university pool before putting in one more cramming session at the library. Today was no different. Jessica had a midterm in biology and she was extremely stressed out even though she felt well prepared.

Jessica arrived at the pool around 6:30. When swimming season was not going on, the pool is typically abandoned at this hour and she had the whole room to herself. There was something extremely peaceful and soothing to Jessica about calmly cutting through the water with no one watching her. She enjoyed the sound of the repetitive splash of her rhythmic strokes as her hand dipped into the pool and her legs kicked behind her.

She was in the pool for about 45 minutes; mostly swimming laps but occasionally taking a few minutes just to relax and float in the water. When she got out, Jessica couldn’t have felt better. Her muscles were loose and her mind was lucid. She headed to the locker-room to shower and get dressed to go to the library. When she got to the door to the girls locker-room it was locked. This was not a surprise, since they often locked up the girl’s room when no one was around to prevent perverts from setting up cameras or hiding in the lockers, but it was an obstacle none the less. Her hair smelled of chlorine and she needed a hot shower to clear her sinuses.

She decided to head for the boy’s room on the opposite side of the pool, which was always open. To be honest, the facilities in there were nicer anyways and odds were that she wouldn’t run into anybody in there at 7:15 in the morning. She grabbed her gym bag with her street clothes and cautiously entered the locker-room.

When Jessica had determined that the coast was clear, she set her bag down on a bench and peeled off her one piece bathing suit and let it fall to the ground. Part of the reason that Jessica liked the privacy of the indoor pool was that her body often drew a lot of attention. When she chose to swim at the more popular outdoor pool, the boys would gawk at her beautifully shaped D breasts. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t really blame them.

Her tits were young and perky, but with a slight natural sag that proved that they weren’t bought. They bounced effortlessly as she moved about. Her nipples were rose colored and about the size of a half dollar piece. In the cold air, she could feel them hardening. She walked over and turned the shower on.

As she waited for the shower to heat up, Jessica examined her finely trimmed bush that had been waxed with the exception of a narrow landing strip above her slit. Unconsciously, she felt her hand slide down and begin rubbing her pussy lips as she watched herself in the mirror. Her second hand came up and started to massage her breasts. She realized, as she stood there admiring herself, how horny she was.

18 Year Old Virgin

I had not really planned to end up in bed with Ron, but things like that happen in college. I had actually gone to the dorm mixer the first week of class, despite being a junior. I was mostly to watch the freshmen act amazed at their ‘first college party’ and to check out the new talent. There were actually not that many guys there, but one of the ones I knew from last year introduced me to Ron, grinning as he told me he was my type of guy. I was not really sure what he meant by that since Ron was o.k. looking but nothing special. Brown hair, average height, an o.k. body I guess but nothing remarkable. He was not real talkative either, and I guessed he was pretty shy.

I did dance with him three or four times though, since he was one of the few guys there and as always, there were more girls who wanted to dance than guys. He did not really know how to dance at all but he was enthusiastic without making a fool of himself, which was nice. I left the party pretty late, since there were a lot of people to talk to even if there were not enough guys. He had left a bit before me, and as I was going through the entryway to my wing there was Ron, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Loose your key? The desk can give you one.”

“No, my roommate has the flag up, so I guess I will just crash out here for a bit.”

He seemed embarrassed.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Freshmen guys always come up with elaborate schemes to warn each other if “OMG I have a girl in here (a real female girl!) don’t come in.” Then their roommates spend all night sleeping on the couch rather than risking disturbing anything. How long can Freshman sex last anyway?

I was not real taken with Ron, but I’m too nice a person to let someone sleep on a couch all night because they are too shy to knock on their own door.

“My roomie is gone for the weekend, so you can crash at my place. C’mon.”

He looked surprised and not sure what to say.

“C’mon, its a bed, and way more comfortable than a couch.” I smiled at him, but he still seemed tongue-tied, although his mind seemed to be going mile a minute. “You’re not going to use this opportunity to molest me are you?” I said, looking at him severely.

“No, no” he said, although I’m pretty sure this was the first time a woman had ever asked him to spend the night with him.

“Well that’s disappointing” I said, “but I guess you can come up anyway.”

I was not actually planning on having sex with him, and shy guys are not usually what I go for, but he was adorable as we headed upstairs, trying to figure out if he should hold my hand or put his hand on my ass or what. I was tired and ready for bed, and he was having the most exciting night of his young college career.

When we got to my door I told him to wait outside and quickly slipped into shorts and a tee for sleeping in and then opened the door for him. He slipped in quickly, like he was afraid someone would see him, and looked around. Neither of us was really done unpacking, and the place was a mess. I was kind of embarrassed, and I was sure not sexy-looking in old shorts and a shirt so large you could barely see me in it.

“Crap.” I said, looking up. “She took her sheets.”


I pointed up. “She took her sheets. No idea why.”

I looked at him. “So do you want to go back to the couch, or sleep with me in my bed?”

He looked at me like I had grown two heads.

Team Spirit

It was pretty much agreed what had to be done, and not wanting to appear snobbish, or like some kind of primadonna, I went along with the plan. I was a freshman cheerleader, and the youngest on the squad at eighteen, and I didn’t want to make waves.

We were in a difficult situation, one that called for a little creative strategy. There was no way our school was going to beat our city rival with Jason playing. He’s like the best college player in the nation, averaging over thirty points a game, big and strong and way better than anyone on our team. Heather our senior co-captain, came up with the idea a week before the big game. Simply put, one of us would seduce Jason the night before the game, give him the kind of workout he wouldn’t soon forget and make him too wasted to play well.

Instead of straws, we drew pom-pom streamers to decide which one of us would have the honor of laying down her body, as it were, for the good of the team. Guess who drew the short streamer?

I’m not a prude or anything, but also I had never had sex with a guy before, so I felt excited and insecure and anxious, all at the same time. I’m not bragging, but I never had any trouble getting looks from the boys, even though i’m kinda tall at five feet eight inches and my boobs , which are really firm and perky , are certainly not the biggest. But I do have a nice supple body and a pretty heart shaped face and long blonde hair. Heather and the other cheerleaders had no doubt I was the girl for the job. It was agreed that I should not wear my tiny cheerleading outfit, as that would be a dead giveaway, what with the school name on the sweater and all. Heather suggested I wear one of my prep school outfits with the plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse and red red blazer, and the black patent leather shoes, with white ankle socks. No guy could resist the sight of me in that outfit and Jason would be no exception.

I found him just where we figured he would be that Friday afternoon, at the Public Library studying for finals. He was a straight “A” student on top of being a big star, but the second I sat down at the table opposite him, and started shifting in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my ankles, I could tell he had things other than basketball or books on his mind.

He was kind of cute, really, with short trimmed hair and a real deep dark brown complexion. The fact that he was black didn’t bother me except that I was sort of curious about what he looked like naked…… I’d heard stories from some of the girls about penis size and blacks and wondered if it was true.

Coed Craving

My name is Tim Anderson. My wife Tina and I are very proud of our 18 year old daughter Ricki.

Ricki has just completed her freshman year at Central State at the top of the dean’s list.

As a reward for her performance, we allowed Ricki to bring her roommate and best friend Jenny to spend the summer with us as we travelled the West by motor home.

Jenny is also 18, but looks younger because she is so petite. Jenny is 4 ft. ten, blond with pigtails, with tiny tits topped by thick, puckered nipples. The one thing solid on her is her muscular thighs and ass, pulled taut from hours of soccer practice.

I have been on my best behavior the last several weeks, as Ricki and Jenny cavorted about in various water parks wearing their tiny bikinis in front of me. Although I don’t make a habit of noticing my daughter in this manner, Ricki is a busty, tanned brunette with dark curly hair.

The fact that my wife Tina has settled into middle-aged frumpdom with no interest in sex doesn’t help matters any.

Last night, something different happened. The girls talked me into joining them on the water slide at our latest destination. The ride was packed with teens on a hot, sultry night, and my snug trunks did little to hide my growing erection due to my eyes taking in the hot girls in wet suits.

I stayed at the bottom of the ride in the collection pool, keeping my throbbing tool below the surface. I could see my wife sitting across the way reading a book, with no interest whatsoever in the girl’s festivities.Suddenly, Jenny called out from the top.

“Here I come, Mr. Anderson! Catch me!”

Jenny came flying down the ride, screaming all the way. I braced myself to catch her, but the force of her arrival sent us both flying.

To my shock and horror, I pulled Jenny’s top off, and she grabbed my fat cock for support.

Regaining me composure, I handed Jenny her top and apologized profusely. She just laughed and yanked it away from me, covering her wet tits with her hands as she smiled in the direction of my crotch.

My daughter Ricki caught the whole scene, and she glared disapprovingly at me as I sheepishly climbed out of the water. My wife, buried in her book, missed the whole event.

Soon after, Tina and I settled in for the night in the motor home. The girls sat outside our window and whispered conspiratorily. Once my wife was asleep, I crept to the window to listen.

“Jesus, Ricki. Not for nothing, but your Dad has a fat cock!” Jenny looked back at the home as I ducked behind the curtain.