The Fire Alarm 1/1
At the screech of the siren, Logan loudly moaned, sat up, put on a robe, and exited the door of his dormroom. “Don’t you just hate fire drills?” he asked whomever happened to be near. That was Rhea…who was topless…no, nude, he confirmed as he looked down at her bush. In tow were Monica, Sarah, Keith, James, Amanda, Toby…half of his hall. As the last two passed his door, they recognized his puzzled look and stopped.
"What…?" he managed.
Amelia answered for both of them, “Sorry…Mandy was dealt candle wax and that set off the alarm.”
"She was dealt? What does…what does that even mean?"
Amelia let out an impatient sigh. “Look…the guys are getting worn out already.” She reached into the gap in his robe and grabbed a hold of his flacid prick. “Bring this to room 140 and you’ll find out for yourself.”
Johanna made her way to the bathroom for her morning shower. But as she passed the mirror, her memories of last night were triggered. “Handlebars.” That’s what her brother’s friend had called them. She held her braids out and pondered that meaning. They were hardly stable, let alone something to help keep your balance. But as she gently tugged on her braids, she slowly came to realize that her head was what should be kept from getting away.
She was still trying to understand why anyone would need control of her head when she pulled herself forward toward her reflection. In the mirror she could see down her towel at her petite, pointed breasts. “That’s why,” she thought. She pulled herself closer for a better view, then dropped the towel entirely. As she lusted over the power she had over her mirror doppelganger, she pulled her twin in violently for a deep kiss. As she pulled away, she gave thanks for detachable showerheads and realized this was going to be one of her longer showers.
Behind thin white curtains at 322 S. Denmark St, two naked schoolgirls lay on the same couch. Emily, a virgin who had just been asked out for the first time, lay on her back. Her more experienced friend Silvia stared down on her from above. Each struggled to keep a straight face.
"And he’ll just come in like this…" said Silvia as she let her pelvis droop down onto Emily’s. Their girlish mounds touched gently against one another. "…and pop you real quick." Emily burst into laughter.
"What?" Silvia asked.
"Your hair is tickling mine…"
"Gosh if that’s all it takes for you to squirm, maybe you’re not ready yet…"
"No…I am ready…now…"
Emily lifted her hand and moved a strand of hair out of Silvia’s face. Understanding immediately, it was Silvia who now behaved like the innocent one, overcome with surprise and taboo excitement. She lowered her lips to Emily’s and wavered, before giving them a quick peck and jumping up off the couch. “Wait here…” She came back holding a hairbrush by the wrong end, stroking the handle gently. “This is for later…I just knew I wouldn’t be able to break away once we started.”
Basement Bachelor(ette) Party 1/1
After their afternoon barbecue, Liam and his best men planned on a strip club bachelor party while Katy would have her bachelorette party at home. But a freak storm and tornado warning shut the city down, leaving the group stuck in their basement. Not to be denied, the host couple raided their pantry and combined their parties into one. A bridesmaid and later the maid of honor filled in as strippers for the bachelor party while Katy got one too. Liam and Katy sat in back-to-back chairs for their amateurish but enthusiastic stripteases. But after a while, they ceased their silly imitations of exotic dancers and reverted to something they all knew something more about. Katy sat in Liam’s lap, exchanging whispered remarks, as they watched her ‘maids in a race to fellate his men.
Dry Spell 1/1
Brianna poured herself a glass of champagne as she registered for the sex chat site. She’d pissed away four years in a relationship with a very religious, virgin man, and had just broken it off the day before. Four years in her prime…four years of potential sexual adventurism wasted. Tonight she was going to begin again. She’d talk to anyone, look at anything, try anything and ask as many questions as necessary to help her discover her own desires and fetishes. And she wasn’t going to stop until both bottles of wine had been emptied.
Brianna hit record on her webcam. She might not remember everything (the whole night included), and she had a narcissistic desire to watch herself in action, so to speak. A new window opened and the chat video began its broadcast. A bearded 31 year old with a pitched tent appeared. She smirked and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Bree. I’m 21 and from the Carolina Coast. Tell me what makes you tick and depending on how drunk I am, I’ll do any one favor you ask.”
New Orleans 1/1
It was my second Mardi Gras, so I more or less had it out of my system. But my younger sister Gretchen didn’t hold anything back…Not once did she say no to a drink. She probably sprouted new neck muscles from all her necklaces. In fact, when her boyfriend phoned to try and meet us, she simply said, “Look for the girl getting crowned with more beads,” and flashed whomever was walking by. And though she doesn’t remember, she definitely walked into a tattoo parlour advertising a one-day deal of a ‘tits for tats’ exchange for very simple designs. No one has had the heart to tell her there’s a tiny ‘One Direction’ arrow on her lower back.
After having cohabited together for 4 years with neither one having a known girlfriend, even John and Lars’ parents were beginning to think they were a pair. But that theory was far from reality. They actually rented out their couch on craigslist to needy young women…travelers, drunk girls, girls in-between apartments. And at practically no cost!
The Morning After
Will turned the corner of his best friend’s house and entered the kitchen, his head still buzzing from last night’s alcohol. There she was. A few hours ago she was only a silhouette in a door frame, but now she sat under the vivid morning light. Shirley Renton beckoned him over to sit across from her. They were the only two in her home, she being the mother of Will’s best friend. A bowl of oatmeal was waiting at his seat and he began to partake of it, careful not to stare at the woman he had just made love to. Shirley cleared her throat and spoke, “My eyes are up here, mister.” Will hesitated, then looked up from his bowl. “And my tits aren’t far below.” She pointed them out as if they weren’t the foremost thing on Will’s mind. She reached across the table and grabbed Will’s hand.
"Let’s have none of that ‘I am not worthy’ nonsense. You didn’t act that way last night."
"It’s not that," answered Will.
"It’s not guilt…?" was Shirley’s second guess.
"No, I just…don’t know how I’m supposed to look at a naked woman."
Shirley smirked and lifted her cup of coffee. “However you please.” She took a sip. “But if you’re worried about it, we can start off the day in the hot tub…”
"Yes, we have the house to ourselves until tomorrow…and I’m morally opposed to one night stands."
The Fine Print 1/1
They were told it was an experiment run by the psych department. But that was something between an exaggeration and a misstatement. Four coed friends were paid to stay up all night in a test room, supposedly to study interactions between sleep-deprived people. In a corner of the room were about 100 objects to keep them busy. Games, magazines, silly string, unopened packages of food…and hiding in the back, a box of four unopened dildos.
The box was opened as soon as it was spotted. Squeals and giggles were heard as one girl threw them at the others. They joked to one another as they played with their toys, then brought their show to the mirror. Two girls learned what it would look like if they shared a cock between them. Another showed how far she could take it. The last one remained more cautious, wondering if there were people on the other side of the mirror. There weren’t. But there was a camera. A camera legally recording their every action after they had unknowingly signed a release form. Edited with five other groups of ‘test subjects,’ the result would be aired as a successful 5 AM infomercial on certain adult-themed pay channels.
As Jim’s wife rode out her surging climax, Jim’s best friend recognized he’d been given permission to cum. He redoubled his efforts. Jim himself was too busy to notice this, as he was working diligently on his wife’s best friend, Tasha. The first-time swingers had found a winning arrangement, each husband and wife on opposite ends of their table-mounted six-some.
Meredith’s finger desperately tried to bring Tasha to climax. Not for the bisexual girl’s sake, but to free up Jim’s cock, which she was eager to sample. To this end, she talked up a storm, desperately pleading for Jim’s jism. Jim never really liked Meredith…she was too self-interested, and always creating problems for her husband and his best friend. He didn’t even find her that attractive, but while he might have trouble kissing her mid-fuck, he would have no problem drenching her face in his seed. Lapping up his cum was an appropriate job for the woman who stole his best friend away. After Tasha wrenched her body under the influence of her orgasm, Jim withdrew and painted Meredith’s face with Pollackian precision. As he admired his work, Jim resolved to always keep her face at cock level.
It’s the size of my wrist! 1/1
Amanda was at a loss for words. It was as big as her arm. “I don’t know how my Mom can use that thing,” chimed Kelsey. Amanda agreed, but had more reason to be shocked. Four times in the last year Amanda had secretly curled up with Kelsey’s Mom and experimented with the wiser woman. But that was a tongue and finger affair…not once did play with dildos or vibrators, certainly none this big. ‘Why wouldn’t she share this with me?’ Amanda thought. She would find out that night, but not by asking. Kneeling between her best friend’s mother’s legs, she would add finger after finger until all five and eventually her wrist felt the woman’s tight, wet grip.
Adventures in Babysitting 1/1
Todd’s wife ran off with his kid just over two months ago, a fact he was trying to keep secret from certain friends and neighbors. It was under control until a coworker friend and her husband asked why he hadn’t hired their daughter to babysit in a while. Remembering the 18 year old’s previous flirtations with him, he had them relay her a message for a Friday night ‘job.’ All in all, her tasks weren’t terribly different this time around. She spent time playing with ‘Todd Jr’…she held him, bathed him, got him to sleep…and when all was done, she made herself a healthy snack. It was just never quite so much fun before.
Undress me Everywhere 1/1
Though he’d never admit it, Aaron played a lot with dolls as a kid…not GI Joe or Thundercats, actual Barbies belonging to his older sisters. An influence that may have led to some odd kinks when he reached sexual maturity. Like how even though he cared little for ropes or chains or any type of force, he still liked to be in full control. He liked to lay in bed jerking it while giving dress up (or dress down) orders to his girlfriend. Without hesitation, she’d show him what he wanted to see, or put on what he wanted put on. She touched herself when asked and was given lines to repeat back verbatim. All of this made Aaron seething hot and insatiable when he finally invited his dutiful girl into bed.
I think we’re alone now 1/1
Wes had more than a healthy paranoia about being caught with his girlfriend when they fucked in her bedroom. Check the halls, check the driveway, check the clock. Her mother was crazy and her father was still built like the semi-pro athlete he once was. But the last thing Wes wanted was one of her much younger brothers wandering in and to have to explain himself. The anxiety was harming his performance as he rushed through everything and paused at every creak in the wooden floors.
On this day, sure they were alone, they rushed into the bedroom for an unrushed session, although they peeled off their clothes like it was a race. They were in such a hurry to begin, they didn’t bother to shut the bedroom door all the way. A detail made clear to Wes when his girlfriend broke off a kiss and looked off to her side, eyeing a dangerously low height. “Hi, Roger,” she said. Wes recognized the name as a member of the household, but in his panic couldn’t put a face to the name. He turned to meet that face…shaggy black hair, innocent brown eyes, long wet nose. Wes collapsed in relief and laughter as he recognized the family dog.
But facing his fear liberated him from his anxieties. For the next half hour, in complete disregard for his confused audience, Wes delivered two loud orgasms before succumbing himself to his girlfriend’s heated efforts. After being asked if this was a sign of things to come, Wes assured her it was, with young bravado. It would have been true too, if when they got up from her bed they didn’t notice that her bedroom door was now shut tight.
The Photographer 1/1
He told her the waistband on her underwear was distracting…that her photo would look best with them off. She wouldn’t be revealing anything more without them. As she peeled them up her thighs and down her shins, he knew he had an in. In a minute or two he’d say he needed to apply more makeup, then sit down on the front edge of the chair and lean in close. A few choice words and she could be his…or she could storm out the door. But you have to lose some to win some. The important thing was there’d be another naive young model at his doorstep tomorrow.