Group Sex

I was working as a trainer and a masseuse at one of the big Vegas hotels, helping guests forget about their losses and their hangovers by at least trying to get them into some sort of shape and soothing their tense muscles. I had one guy who’d regularly come down to work out at the health club whom I liked, and soon he and I got to talking.

Tom was a dealer at the hotel casino. He was a married dude who obviously needed a friend. We started talking about this and that, how his marriage

Monday was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, and relaxed with Sandy. No mention was made of the events from the previous day. We went to bed and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. I was totally surprised by what was awaiting me at home on Tuesday.

“Baby, I’m home.” I yelled that Tuesday afternoon.

“I’m in the bedroom.” I heard Sandy reply. She sounded like she was out of breath.

I hurried to the bedroom fearing something was wrong

It was about three years ago when Ruby and I first met. We were working together in an office, sharing a desk. Our boss spent most of his time out of the office – usually on business meetings. He never said exactly where he went but he told us that he knew he could trust us to get on with the work. Ruby and I didn’t mind this at all, so we never asked where he was going.

Since Ruby and I were the only employees, with the boss out of the picture we could relax.

The work was fairly

Raymond Fields lay on his hotel bed bored and lonely. He hated these extended business trips. Thirty days on the road always led to boredom. This trip seemed worse then most. The assignment he was on did not require any overtime, which left him with way too much free time to fill. In the ten days he had been in Memphis, Ray had already seen every pay-per-view, porn and regular, on the hotel system.

He knew what he really needed was someone to share the oversized Jacuzzi and king-sized bed in

I was sitting in the park, listening to my iPod, when suddenly I was plunged into shadow. I looked up and two of the moms were standing over me, and they didn’t look too happy.

“You’re Julie’s friend, right?” one of them, a very large, sturdy woman with dark hair and eyes named Monica, said.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said. “I’m friends with several of the moms here, I suppose–“

“Yeah, but special friends with Julie,” the

You’re sitting in a chair next to the bed, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. Even with my eyes closed I can feel you watching us, as we touch kiss and tease each other. You can hear me moan softly as I suck on her tongue and I feel her fingers running though my hair and down to my ass. I can feel her pulling me closer into her, and we start stripping each other, touching, sucking You know how much I love to lick and taste ((((mmmm Babyyy)))

As I lay down on the bed she straddles me and

It was a glorious late summer evening on the south coast of England and the sailing club BBQ was going like a bomb. At least thirty people were still there at midnight and there was no sign of the party slacking.

Someone she knew had invited along my wife, Joy and me and we were really enjoying ourselves. The music was still playing, not loud due to the time but enough for people to still enjoy some dancing.

We had made ourselves comfortable with a friendy, mixed group and probably had too much

Cindy had come once before I entered her. I could tell she was getting ready to come again when I heard voices on the stairs outside the door.

“It’s definitiely coming from here,” I heard. “Yep, I smell it too.”

Knock knock.

Silence.

Knock knock.

“Nobody’s home!” I said.

“We smell coffee. You guys got coffee in there?”

D’uoh. It was Susan. She and her partner Carol had arrived the afternoon before from Boston for a long weekend.

About the same time Jack Kirby was walking past the room she was occupying, Susie Barnes woke from unconsciousness. As she groggily came to, the first thing she realized was that her entire body was tingling, and in particular, her pussy. In fact, her pussy wasn’t just tingling, it was throbbing and it hurt like a son of a bitch. Then as her other senses became attuned, more focused, she realized that a lot more was wrong.

She couldn’t open her eyes, and no matter how hard she tried

I was taking the night train from Paris to Perpignan. There were no sleeping compartments left, and, as the train pulled out of the station at 7 p.m., I was resigned to spending the night dozing upright in my seat.

That was annoying enough, but what irritated me more was that I had eaten an unpleasant hamburger on the way to the station.

I watched enviously as passengers made their way to the restaurant car. I should have been more patient, because eating on a train is a wonderful way of