Charlene is a Player
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His eyes followed his roommate as she made her way around the kitchen, her leg and thigh muscles tightening as she stretched to reach a bowl on an upper shelf of the cupboard, the silk of her panties stretching over her butt as she bent to retrieve a spoon from a lower drawer, and then her nipples prominently displayed in her nearly transparent, bikini style bra. She seated herself across from him at the eating area’s table.
Tommy reached under the table and rubbed the growing hardness in his shorts. “I know I’ve argued against you wearing underwear, but I must admit that when it is the only thing you are wearing, it is damn sexy.”
Charlene looked up from her cereal. “I guess that means that you approve.”
“Hell yes, I approve,” snapped Tommy. “Approved last night too.”
“So you’re not pissed then, me letting Blake see me like that.”
“Shit no!” Tommy looked at his watch. “In fact he’s due to show up here in the next few minutes, and if you want to stay the way you are, I got no problem at all.”
Charlene went back to eating her breakfast. Tommy continued to marvel. Across the table, all he could see was her bra, but there wasn’t much to that and most of what he could see was all bare skin. The bra itself was sort of a brownish pink and likely would have matched Charlene’s skin if she hadn’t been so darkly tanned.
The bra itself must have been bought to be worn under a white or translucent blouse, where it would look like she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. It was obviously new and Charlene was likely wearing it for the first time. No way would she have ever worn it around home. The bra was a very thin silk triangular type that could be adjusted to expose as much or as little real skin as desired. Charlene had it adjusted to where it wasn’t covering much more than her nipples and the dark pigment around them, but as transparent as it was, even that was pretty much on display.
Charlene looked up and watched Tommy watching her. “The way you’re staring, I’m thinking I’m glad I decided to wear it.”
“Well, I’m glad you wore it too, but what I was really thinking,” Tommy explained, “Was that your tits are so gorgeous, it’s a shame you ever have to cover them. Easy to see why you like showing them off.”
Charlene could have been offended by Tommy’s remark, but wasn’t. She did ask though, “Showing them off, not sure what you’re referring to.”
Just then a knock came at the apartment door. “Has to be Blake,” he said to Charlene. “You sure you’re okay?” Charlene nodded but slumped down behind the counter in case it wasn’t Blake. “Come on in,” Tommy hollered, “The door is unlocked.” The door opened and Blake stepped in. Charlene sat upright again. “Pour yourself a cup of coffee and join us. Charlene and I were just talking.”
Once Blake passed the island counter separating the eating area from the living area, he could see how Charlene was dressed. As he fixed his coffee, his head remained turned, his eyes fixed on Charlene’s nearly naked body. As he sat down, he quipped, “If I had known you were going to be dressed like this, I would have been over earlier.”
Charlene said nothing but her grin did widen. Tommy joked, “And to think, I actually have to live with this.”
“You know, if you want me gone, I could always go live with Blake,” Charlene teased.
“No way would your father ever approve that,” Tommy fired back, continuing the mirth. “In fact, if your father could see you right now he’d probably ship you off to a nunnery.”
“And we certainly wouldn’t want that,” Blake remarked.
The laughter died away. Tommy explained that when Blake came in, he had just said something to Charlene about her willingness to show off her assets and she had wanted an explanation of what he meant.
“Now when you talked about her showing off her assets...” Blake pretended to take this seriously. “You mean like her getting topless on a boat... or going to fraternity parties in panties and a shirt... or getting naked at a swim party… or what did you mean?”
Tommy mimicked Blake’s serious sounding tone. “No, those things all took place when Charlene was just sixteen. I was thinking more in terms of now, when she’s seventeen. Things like yesterday morning, her parading around the bathroom in my presence, wearing nothing but a towel, or last night, her hanging out with us in panties and a shirt with no bra, unbuttoned far enough that we could see her bare tits, or even now, nothing but nearly transparent panties and bra. My god, she couldn’t be showing much more, even if she was totally naked.”
Charlene grinned. “I could go and put something more on.”
“Don’t you dare,” Blake commanded, “You know we’re loving every bit of it. I’m sure Tommy would agree, you can show off for us anytime you want, the more often, the more we’re going to like it.”
Charlene’s grin widened. “So you guys would be okay with me taking off the bra.”
“Are you shitting?” Tommy beamed. “Of course we’d be okay with that.”
“Okay then, just give me a minute,” Charlene requested. “I need to go to my room and get something.”
When she was gone, Tommy asked, “Do you think she’s really going to do it?”
“I’m thinking she just might. She sure hasn’t been acting very bashful.”
“Then what do you think she’s doing?”
Blake speculated, “Well, if she’s really not lying to us, she might be just rubbing a little rouge on her nipples. Gets them hard and makes ‘em more prominent.”
Charlene returned. She had a sheet wrapped around her body, covering her from shoulders to ankles. “That’s not fair!” Tommy screeched.
Blake was more controlled in his response. “I would be lying if said I was not disappointed and at least moderately miffed. However, I do think we ought to give Charlene the benefit of the doubt. After all, it is her body, and at least thus far, she hasn’t been shy about sharing it with us.”
Tommy hung his head as if a child being scolded. Charlene, still wrapped in the sheet, stood silently, as if an accused, awaiting the jury’s pronouncement. Blake continued, “So it would be my recommendation that we go into the living room, watch some television, work on our weekend trip plans, and let whatever is going to happen, happen.”
Charlene nodded and led the way to the living area. She stretched out lengthwise on the couch, her attention to the sheet, faltering, baring her shoulders and lower portions of her legs. Tommy quickly grabbed the lone easy chair, forcing Blake to park himself on the floor.
“So, did you get to talk to your uncle?” Tommy asked of his friend.
Blake was turned toward the couch, watching Charlene, hoping she would live up to his expectations. He responded without changing his focus. “Uh huh, and he said we could use the cabin, weekend after next, which works fine for me and I hope you too.”
Charlene wanted to lobby for inclusion in the weekend trip but was, at that moment, fidgeting with the sheet, working to get it so it was just covering her body rather than being wrapped around it. Her gyrations didn’t always keep her body fully covered, but as she was still wearing the panties and bra, which both guys had seen earlier, staying covered was not high on her priority list.
Tommy, also watching Charlene, nodded his head in acknowledgment that the timing worked for him as well. Having gotten the sheet situated to her satisfaction, Charlene queried, “Is there any chance that I could go along?”
“Uh well...” Blake swallowed hard. “And I haven’t discussed this yet with Tommy, but the place only has one bed, it is king-size though, and unless somebody chooses to sleep on the floor, you’d likely end up in bed between me and Tommy.”
“Well, you did see last night what I usually sleep in and so it wouldn’t be like I was naked or anything. Besides, wouldn’t it be a lot more comfortable with me sleeping between you and Tommy?”
Blake licked his lips, thinking about Charlene the night before in her sleep attire, thread-bare panties and cropped t-shirt. “Yes, that would definitely be more comfortable. But you also need to know how the cabin is laid out.” Blake was distracted by Charlene fidgeting beneath the sheet. Although stammering, he was able to explain, “Now things may have changed since I was there last, but my recollection from a couple years ago, is that the place is just one big room with no privacy.” He added, “Even the commode has only a curtain separating it from the rest of place.”
Charlene, still covered by the sheet and without exposing anything, had managed to remove her bra, which she made quite a production of tossing on the floor. “I don’t see myself being bothered by that,” she asserted, her lips forming into a coy type of smile.
Between the sleep arrangements and Charlene’s lack of concern over privacy, not to mention their imagining that Charlene was topless under the sheet, Tommy and Blake were both sold on having her accompany them on their weekend outing. “Look, we do want you to go,” Tommy said, “We just want to be sure you have a clear understanding of what you might be in for.”
While Tommy was talking, Charlene, again under the sheet and trying not to reveal anything, struggled to remove her panties. Tommy and Blake had both guessed what she was doing and watched closely, mouths hanging open, hoping the sheet might slip. But it didn’t and Charlene dropped her panties on the floor. Then looking back and forth from one to the other, confirming that both were paying close attention, Charlene tucked the entire lower part of the sheet between her legs, baring her thighs and hips nearly to her waist. “So what else is there you think I need to know?”
“Well uh...” Tommy managed to get out, nearly dumb struck by how bare his roommate had gotten. “Uh, well, we’ll be taking my truck – Blake doesn’t have wheels – and you know how cramped the truck is. Fortunately it does have a bench type seat, but I still suspect you’ll end up in the middle, probably straddling the gearshift.”
Charlene didn’t respond right away – she was busy rearranging the sheet. She managed to pull the part that had been between her legs, under the one leg, and between her and the back of the couch, then turned on her side toward her two companions. She clutched the sheet loosely to her tits, allowing it to slip down to where it was barely covering her hardening nipples. While looking herself over, from the bare legs and hips to her nearly exposed breasts, Charlene teasingly addressed Tommy’s revelation, “So, if I was to be wearing a skirt, I’d likely have it hiked up around my hips, to allow for the gearshift.”
Tommy swallowed hard. “Uh yeah, that sounds about right.”
Charlene rolled over on her stomach, grabbing the sheet behind her and pulling it over her butt. The portion of the sheet she had been holding to her breasts, she allowed to drop away, exposing her side. Her nipples became buried in the sheet but the side of one of her boobs was visible to the guys. “I guess then,” Charlene teased, “that if I was to wear a skirt, I would need to be careful about what panties I was wearing, as they would likely be visible most of the trip. By the way,” she said, raising up on her elbows, exposing her tits, except for the nipples which remained somewhat buried in the folds of the sheet, “how long will it take to get there?”
“Oh my god, I’m not believing this,” Tommy remarked, ignoring the question.
Blake lying on the floor, while hastily adjusting his thoroughly erect cock, attempted to answer Charlene’s question, “The. uh. cabin. is near Canyon Lake... uh, West of San Marcos and New Braunfels.” He paused and licked his lips. “So uh, I would guess then, it ought to be less than an hour and a half.”
Charlene sat up, holding the sheet to her breasts and swinging her bare legs off the couch. “Well, with Tommy’s air conditioner on the fritz, no way am I going to wear long pants, but no further than that is, I guess it won’t make much difference whether I wear shorts or a skirt.” Charlene looked from one to the other, enjoying their reactions to what she was saying and how little she was wearing.
“If we get a vote on which, my vote would be for the skirt,” Tommy asserted.
“Same for me,” Blake concurred. “And while we’re on the subject of your attire, I am curious as to why you think that sheet’s necessary.”
Tommy picked it up, “Like we have already seen nearly all of your tits and most of the rest of you, so what’s with the sheet?”
“Well, I am keeping it around my waist - or at least between my legs - until I get my panties back on.” As she said this, Charlene pretended to allow the sheet to “accidentally” slip from her grasp, affording Tommy and Blake, if only briefly, an unobstructed view of her bare torso, including tits and nipples. Feigning embarrassment, she hastily grabbed the sheet and recovered herself. “Oops,” she said, covering her mouth with her free hand.
“Oh yeah!” Blake railed, his voice breaking, “Now if you could have just left the sheet in your lap... and it’s not like you’ve never bared your tits to a couple of guys before. On the boat, that time, you were even dancing topless. Were the guys bare-chested too?”
“Uh huh, but we never did slow-dance. The rain came first.”
“But you would have?” Tommy questioned, excited by the thought.
“I’m sure we would have,” Charlene admitted. And I maybe could even be talked into it today.
Tommy and Blake, both wanting to advance things further, but not knowing exactly the best tack to take, resumed their discussion of the weekend trip. “Do we have some plans for the weekend or are we just going to sit around the cabin for two days?” Tommy asked.
Blake replied, “Well, it’ll be walking distance to the lake so we could go swimming. It should still be warm enough that time of year. And we could go hiking. It’s a pretty deserted area and fun for exploring. Also, New Braunfels is having it’s annual Wurstfest – plenty of German beer, sausages and oompah bands – great fun.”
While Blake was saying all that, Charlene stretched out on the couch, once again, briefly and “accidentally” exposing her tits before pulling the sheet up to cover herself. She turned her head toward the guys and asked, “So am I going to need to bring my bikini, or -”
Her question was interrupted by a knock on the door. Looking at Tommy, she demanded, “Don’t answer it until I have time to get in the bathroom.” Charlene bent over and grabbed her panties, pulling them over her legs and hips while at the same time, extricating the sheet from between her legs. She snatched up her bra and ran for the safety of the bathroom.
Tommy opened the door to two friends of Blake who lived on the other side of the parking lot. They were going to San Antonio and wanted to know if Blake wanted to go too. Blake begged off. After they were gone and the door closed, Tommy hollered to Charlene, “All clear. You can come out now.”
Charlene stuck her head out the bathroom door and hollered back, “So who was it?”
“Couple friends of Blake wanting him to go to San Antonio with them.”
“So how did they know he was here?”
“Good guess, I suppose. He does live just across the hall.”
“Well whatever. Anyway, I’m going to take a shower and then I’d like to go shopping.”
Tommy looked at Blake before shouting. “Take your shower, get dressed and then we’ll talk about it.” Charlene closed the bathroom door without responding.
***
When Charlene came into the room, Tommy and Blake were talking football. She was dressed quite sensibly for a seventeen-year-old, kind of like she might have just come from the office, when actually she was an entering freshman in college. She had on a frilly white blouse, buttoned up to the neck. Her maroon skirt was pleated and covered her legs to the tops of her knees. She had on a pair of sensible black flats. Her shapely legs were well tanned and you couldn't tell she was not wearing hose.
“Where is it you are wanting to go?” Tommy asked.
“To some mall,” she replied evenly. She looked at the two of them sitting there and a smile came to her lips. “I was going to borrow Tommy’s truck, but it might be more fun if you guys were to take me.”
“Now why would we want to go to the mall?” Blake snapped.
Charlene pulled the hem of her skirt up a couple of inches and pushed a bare leg forward. “Well,” she said suggestively, “I need to buy some things for school and for that weekend trip we’ve been talking about – the kind of things Daddy wouldn’t approve of.” She put a finger to her lips. “I was thinking, you guys might want to help me decide what I should buy.”
Tommy opened his mouth to respond but Blake spoke first. “I’m guessing that prissy little outfits like what you're wearing now, is the kind of thing your father would approve of, and that you want to buy stuff more likely to make a guy’s motor run.”
Tommy decided to keep his mouth shut and see where the conversation was going. The expression on Charlene's face remained seductive. “That’s about right,” she replied, acknowledging her exhibitionist tendencies.
“Well, I guess we’ve both made it clear, what you're wearing right now should probably be burned, but I'm sure Tommy and I could get interested in the other kind.”
Charlene knew she had them hooked. All she needed to do now was reel them in. “I was thinking of maybe Victoria's Secret or something like that, if either of know where such a store would be.” She paused long enough to let their imaginations kick in. “You two guys helping me pick out the right stuff would be really cool!”
Tommy could tell that Blake was about sold, and so was he. “You change into something us guys would be more interested in.” He looked to Blake for acknowledgement before continuing. “You do that and you got yourself some company.”
Without a word, Charlene turned back toward her bedroom. When she was out of earshot, Blake said to Tommy, “I sure do envy you bro. She has got to be just about the hottest chick I have ever known.”
Tommy squirmed at the compliment. “Yeah, I guess I am kinda lucky.”
“Kinda lucky? Fucking that is kind of like hitting the lottery!”
Tommy should have been pissed about the way Blake was talking, but he wasn't. Tommy knew that Blake had to be guessing that he was tapping Charlene. And he guessed that Blake was very likely jealous. “Like I said -” he began, before being interrupted by Charlene's return to the den.
“Whoa, now that looks better,” Blake said.
Charlene stopped between Blake and her roommate. She rotated her hips, causing the short pleated skirt she was wearing to float outward a bit, exposing even more of her very bare legs. “You guys like?” she asked.
Tommy and Blake were still looking her over. The top she was wearing was a loose fitting crop top leaving lots of bare midriff. Tommy licked his lips. “So how did you get this stuff past your father?”
Blake jumped in before she could answer. “Looks hot but you’re obviously wearing a bra.”
“I forget this is a college town – probably don’t need one just to go shopping,” Charlene said as she reached under the back of the crop top. She unsnapped the back of the bra, then pulled the straps out though the arm-holes and around her arms. She reached under the front and pulled the bra out, dropping it on the floor. “I’m guessing you like this better,” she commented coyly, looking from one to the other.
“I'll bet you're still wearing panties,” snipped Blake.
“Yep, and they're staying on,” Charlene replied defiantly. “I might have gone topless on more than one occasion, but I’ve only gone commando one time, and there is no way I am going to the mall in a skirt this short, and not be wearing panties.”
“You have though, gone without panties, at least once?” Tommy asked incredulously.
“Hey bro, she didn't say she wouldn't wear a short skirt without panties, just not at the mall.” Blake looked at Charlene. “That is right, isn't it?”
Charlene looked at Tommy as she answered. “Uh, pretty much, I guess.”
“We can discuss all that later then. For right now, we need to get going,” Tommy urged, “We haven't got all day.”
“And we will take your truck,” Blake reminded.
“So I get to practice straddling the gearshift, huh,” Charlene acknowledged. “Then you just better keep your hand on the shifter,” she added, slapping Tommy playfully.
***
There was a mall with a Victoria's Secret store not far away. Once in the store, Charlene browsed slowly through it with the guys in tow. She stopped abruptly to look at one of the new arrivals. It was hanging on a mannequin in the middle of the store.
It looked sort of like a sweatshirt, but the material was lighter, like it was meant for summer. It had long sleeves but they were half mesh. And it was long enough to be worn by itself. “Oh my god, I have got to have this,” Charlene said as she fingered the soft pink material.
“I think it’d really look good on you,” Blake confirmed, “especially if you weren’t wearing anything under it.”
Charlene looked at Tommy as if to say, He’s your friend. She turned to Blake. “Nice that you approve, and I do appreciate your suggestion. But I also believe it is my money that we'll be spending here, so if I do buy it, I would think that I should be able to decide what, if anything, to wear under it.”
“I think you have been told, Blake,” Tommy said with a somewhat sympathetic look on his face. Course, knowing Charlene, she's not likely to wear much under it anyway.
Blake chose to back it down. Charlene did pick up one of those shirts - sweatshirts, whatever they were - that looked to be her size. She held it up to herself, making sure it was big enough, then handed it to Tommy and continued her trek through the store. Charlene picked out a really short denim mini-skirt, a top, about the texture of a sweatshirt, with a zipper down the front, a pair of lace panties and a few other items. She wasn’t getting any more arguments or suggestions about what she was picking out, as it all looked pretty hot to Tommy and Blake. Besides, Blake was still playing it on the cautious side.
He did finally come alive though. At one table he spied a loose cable weave cropped sweater top. He held it up. It wasn't a totally open weave, but on the other hand, it wasn’t very concealing either. “That's a swim suit cover-up,” Charlene explained, “You put it on over a bikini top when you need a little more warmth or to keep from burning.”
“I understand that I need to be keeping my thoughts to myself but,” Blake began carefully, “you have to admit that if you wore it without a swimsuit top under it... Oh jesus, that would just be incredibly hot.” Blake continued holding it up.
“You really think so, huh?” Charlene coyly asked.
Keeping his voice low, so as not to be heard by any of the other customers, Blake cautiously asked, “So if I were to buy this for you, would that mean I would get to decide what you wear under it?”
“I think we all know what that would be.” Charlene looked at Tommy, who didn't seem to care one way or the other. “It would definitely have to be someplace real private – no way would I ever do that in public - and I'd for sure want to wear some bottoms,” she quietly answered.
“Of course, Tommy and I would expect you to wear some bottoms with it, but would you be willing to let us guys see you wearing it with nothing else on the top?”
Charlene looked again at Tommy, wondering what he was thinking, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Tommy did seem to like it when the sheet “slipped” this morning, and Blake was there then too. Charlene took the top from Blake and looked it over. Yes, it would be obvious I wasn't wearing anything under it, but... “Okay, I'll do it, but not until we get to the cabin,” she said, grabbing the things Tommy was holding and heading for the dressing room.
“I think Tommy and I should come with you. You're going to need us to hold all that stuff.”
Charlene rolled her eyes, “Dream on,” she said as she headed for the dressing rooms.
“Are you at least going to model this stuff for us?” Blake asked playfully.
Charlene looked at Tommy, confirming that he was okay with all of this. Still looking in Tommy's direction, she replied to Blake. “Most of this stuff is for the weekend at the cabin, so you’ll see it all soon enough.” Tommy's eyes lit up at this, but said nothing. Charlene had concluded that Tommy would be okay with whatever she chose to do. The real question is, how far do I want to go? She turned and headed for the dressing room.
***
Tommy threw Charlene's packages into the back of the truck and reached for the door. He paused. He and Charlene were on the far side of the truck from Blake. Looking at Charlene, Tommy quietly asked, “You want to take them off?”
“What?” Charlene blurted with a very surprised look on her face.
“Keep it down,” whispered Tommy. “You said you wouldn't need the panties except for the mall. If you want to take 'em off, no reason you couldn’t.”
Charlene’s look was one of incredulity. “With this short skirt and me straddling the gearshift? You have got to be nuts.”
“You did say you’d done it before, and of course this morning, you did have your clothes off – just that sheet covering you up. But now, you’d still have your skirt on and you could pull it down some, so it’d just be you and me that even knew it.”
Charlene sighed. “You really do want me to do it, don't you?”
“Well yeah, I do, but it’s still up to you. And whatever you decide, I’ll still not tell Blake either way.”
“Well, I don’t care if he knows, but what if we get pulled over, or god forbid, have a wreck?”
“Hey what's taking you guys so long,” Blake hollered from inside the truck.
“Hold your horses,” Tommy hollered, then more quietly to Charlene, “If we worried about all the what-ifs, we’d never have any fun. You know you want to,” Tommy urged.
Charlene looked quickly around the parking lot, making sure no one was watching. She dropped her panties to the ground, stepped out of them and handed them to Tommy, who stuffed them in his pocket as he opened the door. Tommy helped Charlene into the truck. Holding her skirt between her legs, she slid cautiously across the seat and under the shifting lever. She looked down to be sure she was covered, then up at Blake.
“What's a matter?” Blake quizzed as Tommy started the truck. “Afraid to let your panties show? Or did you take 'em off.”
“You said he wouldn’t know,” Charlene protested to Tommy.
“So I was wrong, but you also said you didn’t care,” Tommy replied sheepishly.
“Oh this is going to be fun,” declared Blake. “Now just spread your legs, little girl, so Tommy doesn't accidentally touch any of that luscious bare skin.” As they drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway, both guys were stealing quick glances at Charlene's bare legs and thinking about what was just under her temptingly short skirt.
Charlene squirmed, but made sure she remained covered. Looking at Blake's lap though, she saw her situation was having a significant effect. She looked in Tommy's direction. He was pretending not to be paying attention, but the bulge in his pants was telling a different story.
Charlene decided maybe her circumstances weren't all that bad. Once she relaxed some, she even found herself getting turned on. At one point, when Tommy was shifting the gears, she closed her legs a little, letting his hand 'accidentally' brush the inside of her thigh.
At the apartment complex, Tommy jumped out and Charlene slid quickly across the seat. The guys saw plenty of skin and maybe a shot of something else too as she let the skirt slide up to where she was mostly exposed. Jumping from the truck she made a beeline for the apartment. Before disappearing up the stairs though, she turned and hollered to Tommy, “Don't forget my stuff, and uh, invite Blake in, if he wants.”
They were dancing to some relatively serious belly-rubbing music, but Dave remained quite tame, or so it would seem. His hands were making their way slowly downward from Charlene’s waist and pushing her shirt upward, exposing more and more of her panties. As Dave’s hands, meeting only token resistance, snaked over Charlene’s panty covered butt, he quietly said, “If I hadn’t shown up when I did, I’m guessing the shirt would be gone by now.”Charlene was startled. She leaned back a bit, directing...
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We headed back to our compound and struck camp. Charlene emerged from our tent freshly changed. She was a vision with cut off camouflage fatigues, and boots. I instantly got a vision of Jill Valentine in camo as she stopped to show off her newest fashion. She had her 1911 strapped to her thigh and the Makarov on her chest while holding her Saiga-20 at the ready. A bandoleer across her chest filled with shotgun shells completed the image. I immediately thought that a couple of Colt Super...
"Jason, baby, I love what you are doing, but I need your cock! I need you to shove that fat, beautiful cock deep in my pussy! Please fuck me, darling, fuck me hard and deep and make me feel every inch of that sweet cock!" she whimpered.Even though I could have kept eating her juicy pussy for hours yet, I stood up, my smiling face smeared with her juices and I pulled her a bit closer to the edge of the desk.The old desk was at just the right height for me–it placed her pussy in the perfect...
MILFI had just stepped out of the house on my way downtown to pick up some things to make dinner. Just as I got halfway down the driveway, I looked over the four-foot-tall hedge separating my yard from the neighbors.In the next driveway stood Carol Young, looking at the old wooden office desk in the back of the rental truck parked in front of her garage."Hi, Miss Young! Been rummage sale shopping again, I see!" I called out, waving to her."Yes, I have! Say, Jason, could you give me a hand, please?"...
MILFA few years ago, they had been lovers, when they had met on one of Ryan’s leaves. Ryan had been in the Armed Forces for 15 years and had just come back to town for a longer than usual leave. He had been overseas and had earned some extra leave. He was a tall guy, 35 years old about 6’ 2”, with a short black military hair cut and deep brown eyes, which had shots of gold through them, depending on his mood. He had a very sharp face with a cleft in his chin. He was a very fit man, being very big...
Love StoriesA long, long time ago in a state far away... I had met this great girl, Charlene, over the summer. She was 5'3", blonde hair and was very sexy. After the story in Part 1, Charlene and I were inseparable. I was enjoying her company on every level I thought possible but was soon to learn there were many more levels to come. After our time at the County Fair, we continue our oral feast every time we could. Charlene wanted more but I was too naive (or stupid) to notice the signs. Then came the...
First TimeA long, long time ago in a state far away… I had met this great girl, Charlene, over the summer. She was 5’3′, blonde hair and was very sexy. After the story in Part 1, Charlene and I were inseparable. I was enjoying her company on every level I thought possible but was soon to learn there were many more levels to come. After our time at the County Fair, we continue our oral feast every time we could. Charlene wanted more but I was too naive (or stupid) to notice the signs. Then came the...
A long, long time ago in a state far away… I had met this great girl, Charlene, over the summer. She was 5’3′, blonde hair and was very sexy. However the thing that attracted me to her was that she made me feel so comfortable. I could be myself. No games, just relaxation and enjoyment anytime I was with her. She seemed interested in me. Although I was 20, I was still a virgin. I had made it to second base a couple of times but since I didn’t really fit in high school I mainly just drifted...
A long, long time ago in a state far away... I had met this great girl, Charlene, over the summer. She was 5'3", blonde hair and was very sexy. However the thing that attracted me to her was that she made me feel so comfortable. I could be myself. No games, just relaxation and enjoyment anytime I was with her. She seemed interested in me. Although I was 20, I was still a virgin. I had made it to second base a couple of times but since I didn't really fit in high school I mainly just drifted...
First TimeI met slut Charlene on the campus of UMW two years ago. She was a psych major and I was a poly-sci major. I was old enough to be her father but it did not seem to matter to the slut. We chatted a few times in the library late at night while studying at the individual booths. She always had that glow on her face. One night we were leaving the library at the same time, around two in the morning, it was in May towards finals. We were talking about stress so I asked her if she had a boyfriend and...
Charlene is 24 years old, married to Tom for 2 years. She is a gorgeous olive skinned Italian girl. 34b-24-35 5’2” 120 lbs. Jet black hair and big brown eyes. Very sexy young lady. This story is about her and Tom’s best friend Mike. Mike stretched his legs out in front of him, aware that the bulge between his legs was clearly visible to the woman sitting on the sofa facing him. They were both pretending to watch TV, but Mike knew that she was watching the growing bulge in...
Charlene is 24 years old, married to Tom for 2 years. She is a gorgeous olive skinned Italian girl. 34b-24-35 5’2” 120 lbs. Jet black hair and big brown eyes. Very sexy young lady. This story is about her and Tom’s best friend Mike. Mike stretched his legs out in front of him, aware that the bulge between his legs was clearly visible to the woman sitting on the sofa facing him. They were both pretending to watch TV, but Mike knew that she was watching the...
Wife LoversThe concert was everything Leah was expecting, the usual good time with her best friend Veronica, some tasty drinks, music she liked, and hot band guys. The band played their usual crowd pleasers, and as usual Leah had pulled Vee to the front of the stage, placing them right in front of the bass player, Chris. He was 5'7 or so with dark, dirty blond hair. His eyes were a light brown and he had a strong, thin face with a chiseled jaw line and pink, pouty lips. Leah, like so many others, believed...
Straight SexWARNING!!! The following story contains sexual acts between consenting adults. If you are below the legal age (18 most places) to read such matters, or it is illegal where you are, stop it right there! Also this isn't meant to be fine literature, so there are mistakes and errors in there somewhere, and the writing is not meant to be airtight. if you're looking for revolutionary fiction, look elsewhere please. iBod by Potrzebie "Son of a bitch!" Aaron swore as his music...
I sat at my Vanity table getting ready to go out. Our family was dining with the Holisters that evening. I guess it was by way of apology. My Dad said it was to show everyone that Mr H supported me and Jake, as well as the Dean. I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror as though I were a stranger to myself. My mind far from my task. In a few short years I had put my step father in prison for raping me and taking my virginity, I had had Billy Dunnham and Curtis Flemming expelled from...
A few years ago, they had been lovers, when they had met on one of Ryan’s leaves. Ryan had been in the Armed Forces for 15 years and had just come back to town for a longer than usual leave. He had been overseas and had earned some extra leave. He was a tall guy, 35 years old about 6’ 2”, with a short black military hair cut and deep brown eyes, which had shots of gold through them, depending on his mood. He had a very sharp face with a cleft in his chin. He was a very fit man, being very...
You have to have been living under a rock if you haven’t heard of VLC Media Player. Either that or you just never bothered to have a good experience with your digital life. How many times have you gotten angry with your media player because it can’t play a certain file? Many times, right? Well, VLC is here to change all that and you can get it on VideoLAN.org/VLC. Now, before we get into how you can use this tool and what the benefits of using it are, let me just tell you that I’m not gonna...
Useful SoftwareSaturday, July 8, 2018 Caleb and Kaitlyn were twins. They’d turned 16 years old in March. Caleb was born 9 minutes earlier, and Kaitlyn reluctantly accepted being the younger sister. She liked being Caleb’s little sister sometimes. “I can’t believe you found these. I can’t believe Daddy even has these.” She held up a pair of VHS tapes. “ ‘Cocksure Housewives, and ‘Everything Sue Wanted to Know About Sex’? Really?” She laughed, huskily, appalled and delighted. “Ew, Caleb! Ew-ew-ew!” Caleb...
K4 Niece Katy is a Team PlayerBy billy69boyAfter dropping my wife off at the airport, I was downright giddy with excitement. My darling niece Katy lived only a few minutes away and I had arranged to stop by and visit with her. As I waited for her to answer the door, I wondered if she would be in a playful mood. I knew her boyfriend Jimmy was out of state on a training session, and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. Katy’s daughter was down South staying with her father for the month, so...
"Hey! Mikey!" Sammy shouted across the street. "Are you coming tonight?"Mikey waved and then quickly ran across the street. "Hi, Sammy. How's your summer going?" he asked. "Enjoying the rest?"Sammy had been the star player in the reserves team last season. At only eighteen years of age, she was stepping up to the first team this term. Mikey had taken over coaching the first team last season when they were rock bottom, rooted to the foot of the table. Through some daring tactics and some blind...
CheatingWarning: dickgirls, demons and magic make a strong appearance in this story. If that’s not something you’re after, then move along. † † † † † Charlene sighed as she sat at her desk, looking at the onscreen message from her father. She’d had plans to draw things out, to tease and have fun with Jardin, Debbie and Wanda but it was apparently not to be. Her father’s plans had moved faster than either of them had anticipated so they were calling a halt to their operation here and moving on. Her...
“Hurry up! Or you’ll be late for school!” I roused myself from my deep slumber and wiped the sleep from my eyes. The rising sun cast a warm beam of light onto my blanket, warming me, and tempting me to drift back to sleep. To keep myself awake, I yelled back. “You tell me this every day, and yet I’ve never been late!” “That’s because I tell you every day!” I pulled off my blankets and stood up, completely naked. I went into the adjoining bathroom, and quickly took a shower, letting...
THE PLAYER'S S+EP-DAUGH+ERInspired by true events(This story was told by a friend who wanted me to edit and post it for him. He is the "I" in the story, not me.-FredLake) I had always been something of a player. During school, I never had a steady girlfriend but was never without pussy for very long. Back in high school I had more money and a better car than most guys, so girls were willing to go out with me. I always made it clear that I expected them to give up their pussy and that I wasn't...
The Player. By Her Revenge Roy Taylor was a player in the biggest way. For as long as he could remember he had held an almost hypnotic grip over just about all the women he met. Unfortunately for him he also believed that he was, in fact, god's gift to women but unfortunately he treated them like dirt. Although not the most handsome guy in the Brad Pitt mould Roy and a way about him that just drove the women wild. Most nights he spent down at the local night club "The Cage" in...
Sixteen hours till the game.His team spectated bitterly from the bleachers as football players dominated the campus’s only field."Now what?" Scott, their captain, sounded grim.Alec eavesdropped on Scott’s exchange with Pierce, a striker, perched discreetly under the stained bleachers. A whistle blew, signalling a foul and muffling Pierce’s response, but Alec caught the gist. "... ask Sanders, and don’t send freshmen."They had these exchanges often. It portrayed the notion of sending...
Gay MaleIt’d been three months since my old guitar had been stolen from the back of car, and it took me weeks to get over my anger. While it was more than thirty years old, its rich tones seemed to better with age. I owned three guitars, but the one stolen had been my favourite by far. Sure, the insurance paid out on it after a bit of squabbling but I knew in my heart it was going to be hard to replace. Just to make myself feel a little better, I’d decided to invest a little more money than the...
I am known as the strangest player. A dynamo, a champion, a prodigy, undefeated. But then, I get shit because I don't seem like a player. I'm caucasian, not very tall, pretty built unlike many of those lanky-ass players in their pimp costumes. I'm unconventional, but very strategic. I can get any woman, but I don't want every woman. And I don't want any gaysex dogsex necrophiliac underaged bullshit neither. One of the few things those jealous wannabes got on me is that I only go after women...
I’m British and lost my virginity to a South African rugby player. It was really feet, weight 102 lbs, have long blond hair and shiny green eyes. Pieter was in Leeds visiting friends of his who played rugby for the local club. He was handsome in a rugged way, very tall (6’4), weight 220 lbs, had an army haircut (dark brown), and very strong build. He was 10 years older than me which I made sure he did not found out. We met at a party my brother, Oliver (who also played rugby at the club) held...
First TimeCHAPTER TWO The internet’s top three non-nude models, Jardin Découpage, Debbie Romani and Wanda Soldado, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. They held flags of their native countries in front of them, the French Tricolour for Jardin, the Union Jack for Debbie and the Stars and Stripes for Wanda, the cotton pulled tight across their big, expansive tits. In front of them, the photographer Reinhard clicked away while his...
Chuck slid the bolt slowly and silently and peeked through the tiny crack into the locker room. Most of the team had left by then; Carlyle had dried off and was dressing when Devry and Cameron strolled in fully naked from the showers, drying their hair. Chuck licked his lips when he saw their muscular bodies, and his cock swelled as he imagined how theirs would be swelling in a few minutes. Carlyle soon left, and after three minutes Devry locked the door and sat on the bench. Cameron stood...
Gay MaleThe night was so hot that if you struck a match you would almost expect the air itself to catch on fire. The ceiling fan did nothing to relieve any of the heat, but seemed to whisper apologetically as it spun above his head. He sat there quietly, hands on his knees, sweat running down his face. He was not sure if it was the heat or if he was sweating looking at the sexiest pair of legs he had ever laid eyes on. What those legs were connected to was still hidden in the shadows. The place was...
Becoming a Team Player By Jennifer Richardson Chapter One The main problem with the office in which I worked was that if you didn't go to the parties you tended to find that you were frowned upon for not being a "team player". This in turn tended to affect your standing in the eyes of the bosses and therefore the chances that you would ever be considered for promotion were very slim to say the least. The Christmas party went passed without mishap for once, my naughty...
Soccer player. JohnButch TradeStory by Richard [email protected]”d moved into an apartment near college where I'd planned to continue my education. I found a part time job and would attend college during the week, and work on the week ends . The apartment wasn't anything special, but was large enough for me, and it was cheap. It had a nice size living room, dining area combine, a small size kitchen, a bathroom and one bedroom. At one time it had been a motel and had a small pool. ...
CHAPTER ONE ‘Merde!’ Jardin Découpage swore, hitting the End Call button on her phone and fighting the urge to fling it across her hotel room. She stared out of the window at the New York skyline and wondered what she was going to do next. The call had been from her lawyer and had not brought good news. Her entire business – – the website, the modelling, her appearances on main stream TV – – was all ruined thanks to the financial dealings of her now ex-manager (and ex-boyfriend into the...
‘Wow. You two look fantastic.’ Jardin Découpage and Debbie Romani turned to the speaker, both of them smiling when they saw their agent’s daughter and fellow model, Charlene Nicholson stood in the doorway, her hands behind her back. Though she wore a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, she still managed to exude a raw sexuality that the two models couldn’t help being attracted to. Though neither of them – – nor their friend and co-model Wanda Soldado – – had admitted it to anyone, each of them...
Nick Baker held all the cards in this lawsuit. In his early thirties, he was a rising star in the judicial system of the Big Apple. Across the table from him, Graham Gray sat with a worried look on his face. He was an old acquaintance and the attorney for the opposing side in the case. They had to travel to the state capitol for today’s deposition, and probably would not be able to return home until Sunday morning, but everything was working out just great. The settlement in this case...
The concert was everything Leah was expecting, the usual good time with her best friend Veronica, some tasty drinks, music she liked, and hot band guys. The band played their usual crowd pleasers, and as usual Leah had pulled Vee to the front of the stage, placing them right in front of the bass player, Chris. He was 5’7 or so with dark, dirty blond hair. His eyes were a light brown and he had a strong, thin face with a chiseled jaw line and pink, pouty lips. Leah, like so many others,...
This is from a couple years back. When Craigslist still had personals.I had an ad on CL. Looking for a sissy to suck my cock on a regular basis. I met several ... interesting girls ... on that site. In talking with one girl in particular we naturally hit it off. She loved sucking and pleasing boys. She had never been with a man. She was 19 and starting college. She was renting a room on the other side of town. After learning a bit more about her, I learned that she was on the football team, was...
This story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
Freshman year I lived down the hall from this big, scruffy, tough-boy soccerplayer. One day I went to see a soccer match in which he was playing. I hadbeen fantasizing about him for some time -- he wasn't my usual type (I usuallyfantasized about other gays). Kevin was a big, hairy, muscular jock, whogenerally avoided me, probably because I seemed like some intellectual faggot--he was basically right. I was always trying to catch covert glimpses of him inthe showers, and he...
THE HOOKY PLAYER By Dawn Marie I knew I was going to play hooky today. My sister had worn her favorite dress yesterday; it was also my favorite. I knew it would be in the dirty wash pile and I could wear it without getting it wrinkled. I would pretend to go to school and wait until my mother went to work, which was usually about fifteen minutes later, then I would go back home and put on my sister's dress. I knew this would work because I had done this many...
The Guitar Player By Melissa Tawn Winston, Kansas, is a very small town, population less than 1000, in the middle of a prosperous agricultural area. It has three churches, of which the smallest by far is the Grace Church of Winston. The Grace Church is congregationalist in the traditional meaning of the word - it is owned and run by its congregation. It belongs to no national denomination or other organization. The members of the congregation hire the minister or appoint one from...
The Kidnapped Piano Player by Peggy Sue I woke in a strange bed. I was gagged, my hands were tied in front of me. I was starting to panic when a girl talked softly in my ear. "No one is going to hurt you, but you're not allowed to speak. I'm going to take the gag out but if you attempt a single word you'll be gagged again. Do you understand?" I let it sink in for a minute but I didn't get it. I looked a question at her. "No one here will explain to you where you are or why you're...
They met in high school. The great looking guy that all the girls wanted to be with and the plain girl not afraid of a challenge. The relationship was brief, but the sex was young and new, filled with drinking, drugs, and unbridled heat. He moved on to the prettier girls, she moved on to other challenges, although she never forgot the heat she felt.Years and years later, now very different in their worlds, they found each other on line. Just the thought of him again made her want him. Both...
Straight SexI’m Mariss Foley and my older sister is Merritt. I’m 19 and Merritt is 20, but everyone thinks we are twins, we look that much alike. I would not be bragging to say we are “hot”. We both have nice bodies and light brown hair, with pleasant faces. We both resemble younger versions of our Mother, who recognized early on, that her daughters were going to be sought after. As I approached my 16th birthday she took us both aside and said she had something uncomfortable to do, she wanted to give us...
The din of the crowd around alley five dropped to almost a whisper as the tall, long haired blonde picked up her ball and advanced to the foul line. The championship for the Blackwood County Mixed Winter League had come down to one final game between the Ashford Rockets and the Clayville Bluejays. With only the bottom half of the tenth frame left for the Rockets to bowl, the score was still too close to say for certain which team was going to walk away with the trophy. All eyes were on Dana...
I took some towels down to the team locker room. I remembered a story that my friend John told me. As I handed the last towel to a player he said,"Are you gay?" "Not really but I sometimes do bi." I grabbed him and kissed him and let my tongue seek his out. He had just stepped from the shower and he started to get hartd really quick. He and several others began to strip my clothes from me. He said, "We're going to do what ever we want to with you." I said, "Okay, but keep in mind that I may...
GayCharlene's Daddy - A Cautionary Tale -- His story, told to LO. Your really have to believe me. I never wanted to become involved in such an illicit relationship. I know that you are going to say: "You were the adult. You should have prevented this from happening!" OK, I accept your judgment; I am truly a worthless piece of trash... but at least one person loves me... You know who she is. My daughter's name is Charlene, and this story began when she was fourteen. Charlene was young and innocent...
IncestHank sat dejected in the chair in front of Coach Johnson’s desk. On the other side of the desk sat his college football coach, his elbows on the desk with his head in his hands. Hank was not feeling much like the star quarterback at this moment. He wondered if he was even going to remain on the team, or hell, he may lose his scholarship as well, fuck, he thought.“Coach, there has to be something that can be done,” Hank’s father said. Hank looked to the chair next to him, his father’s face...
College SexIt was the speed of the attack that did it. One minute I was walking the short distance from the main road to my house in the silent darkness, the next someone hurtled into me, knocking all the breath out of me and slamming me against the wall. I was stunned and disorientated. I was aware of dropping my bag of shopping and hearing the bottle of wine break on the floor; I was aware that already hands were gripping my shoulders and spinning me round. I was jerked roughly forward, my feet...