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I'm at the home of a (platonic) lady-friend who had been a single Mom when we first met.

Now she's been married for about a year and I'm in her spotless house (a nice change from her old apartment) but she's gone out to take care of some "honeydew" items she couldn't get done after work.

Which leaves me alone w/ her 22-year old daughter Lanisha. Also hanging around at this time (there when I arrived to talk w/ my former co-worker friend) is Lanisha's friend Veronica.

Lanisha has her Mother's Haitian looks but is taller and more lanky. Of course her Mom is 5' 2" w/ a full set of tits and noticeable hot ass so Lanisha would be taller at 5' 7" with a spunky smile and nice little rear of her own.

It's Veronica I've got eyes on at the moment. She's a petite 5' 3" or so w/ a page-boy cut that makes her look like a vamp and wears glasses which gives her a catty look. It suits her cute-as-hell face and perky mouth. She sports equally perky boobs and a sweet derriere I'm longing to get my paws on. Her caramel-brown skin in a turn-on.

Wouldn't you know it my friend leaves us alone to go out "for a bit" but knowing my friend it'll be two hours at the earliest. Lanisha has been acting flirty which is not unusual; bouncing around me while I grin and wait for a moment w/ quiet Veronica. Some minutes after my friend's left Veronica jumps up on a stool near the partition that separates the living room (and that big white couch I'm imagining my friend getting humped on) from the kitchen.

She jumps on that red-leather stool knees-first so her shapely little ass is pointed right at me. Damned if she doesn't spin nice and slowly back and forth and wiggle that thing for me (whether she realizes it or not.)

It's now or never I think so stepping over to her right I give her a low "Hey baby" and squeeze and fondle her firm ass w/ my left finessing hand. She makes a sound like "Ahh" in protest but doesn't move away either.

Lanisha's been in the kitchen washing glasses and asks what's wrong. "He's grabbing my ass!" Veronica pouts. "Yeah and I'm gonna get more than that!" I chirp to Lanisha and w/ that start cupping Veronica's breasts w/ my free right hand. She's got some cone-shaped titties that are soft-firm in my palms and ripe for sucking on.

Lanisha laughs at this and acts miffed saying "You've never grabbed my ass!" I tell her to bring those lean legs over to our side we'll fix that. We have an impromptu booty-rubbing party w/ giggling Lanisha to my left and moaning Veronica to my right getting lingering swans up their tight young cracks as I manipulate my long fingers on their jeans-covered pussies further up.

My erection is pleading to be set free as I rub my crotch against their bottoms back-and-forth like a horny goat. "Get into that bedroom you sexy little mamas" and I order them to march forth. They bounce ahead of me and turn toward the cool back bedrooms as I snap and pinch at their wiggly bottoms. They sneak looks back in anticipation but unsure of my intentions. I'm making it up as I go hotly along; should I spank these hot bitches? Fuck them?

We avoid my friend's master bedroom and it's big purple bed-spread. Might be asking for trouble or she'll figure something out by the smell our ardor's will leave behind. Lanisha's room will do fine even though it looks very girlish in pink-and-yellow hues w/ her twin-sized bed against the wall in it's brass frame.

I ask them to sit on the bed and they sit w/ their legs over the side (Lanisha's rich dark-chocolate calves and Veronica's Indian medium-brown stems just a-swinging) then I squat and caress those delightful calves and thighs and place Veronica's short-heeled shoe in my lap and tell them let's do this one at a time to start.

Let's do what Veronica asks as I gently slide her glasses off. "This dick, baby" I groan as I undo my belt and slide my trousers down enough to release my throbbing cock. She gasps then her mouth forms a perfect little "O" shape which I stuff w/ my boner. Just the tip at first then I hump her mouth a bit more as she relaxes and lets me pump away. Veronica's tongue my cock laps me in and out her mouth from underneath and saliva begins to flow down her chin. I gyrate harder in absolute pleasure of fucking this sweet thing's face.

Lanisha has been watching and giving her friend encouragement and when our eyes meet she gives me a look like when's my turn? I let myself slip out of Veronica's wet mouth and taking the back of Lanisha's head in the back of my hand I guide her face to my slick manhood. I rub it all over her young face; her lips her nose her cheeks and under her chin. I gently rub her closed eyes; I am ready to erupt just thinking of doing this to Lanisha's curvy Mom with her hefty tits and sultry thick lips the color of beet juice.

I pop my cock in Lanisha's mouth and poke her cheek out w/ my tip. I rub her cheek on that side then pull out to offer my rolling balls to her mouth for a good suck. I do the same to Veronica giving her mouth a good poke around. I tell the girls I like doing that. They ask why - "I like you knowing my hard dick in your hot mouths."

As much as I'd like to shoot semen on their tongues I decide it's time to take the plunge. I fish in my trouser pocket for my wallet and the rubbers inside and plead w/ the ladies to get buck naked before Mom gets home.

To my amazement they strip out their garments in a flash and I guide Veronica to a prone position on the slim bed and launch myself between her thighs which dutifully opened (bless her heart; I'll jizz her mouth another time.)

Lanisha strokes my perspiration-matted back and shoulders and touches my balls as I rock my hips in a circular motion to plow Veronica's hot-pink snatch. Lanisha looks over my shoulder into Veronica's face and they're both making uh-uh-baby sounds w/ their eyes shut as if singing harmony and man am I in heaven.

I grunt and shove several bolts of cum into the latex which I've embedded as far as my crotch will go into Veronica's. Catching my breath I raise myself up to let her go and reach for a fresh condom. Lanisha expresses disappointment in my orgasm but I assure her I've reserves. Veronica looks spent and slips off the mattress onto the floor; Lanisha giddily takes her place and opens her lean arms and legs to receive me; she's wanted this it seems.

As soon as I feel hard enough I slip the rubber on and reach between her legs with my fingers. Her hot-spot is pink as Veronica's but hidden between dark thighs and black bramble hair that makes my dick jump. Being a white 30-something w/ a hankering for black women but not much opportunity to indulge has my nerves jangling.

I push my cock in about half-way as my fingers gently nudge her folds apart and then lay atop her to begin another plowing. Yee-haw I'm fucking a particularly tight one this time. Lanisha's arms snake under mine and pull me closer to her thin frame under my hard bucking one. Her legs go straight up a few times; she crosses her ankles over the small of my back then those legs go up again like toll-booth gates.

Veronica's sitting next to us on the floor with her legs out in front of her. She rubs her pussy with her fingers as she watches. I leer at her and say nasty things about what a hot fuck she was and her friend is right now. Lanisha's practically whimpering as I push and shove into her. Nearing the end I climb off this fuck-bunny and nearly too late yank the rubber off w/ a snap that almost hurts.

I get Lanisha from a lying to a sitting position as quick as possible and aim my dick at her dark-brown super-white toothed face; it gurgles and bursts cum onto her lips and chin and chest as the first two shots have caught her by surprise. I coo as I finish emptying my nut-sack and wipe my sopping dick over her cum-splotched mouth.

I spin around to Veronica still on the floor and wave my half-hard dick to her. She kisses me on the tip several times when I ask (politely; always be polite gentlemen) and suddenly aware of the time I let them dress in hurry. Grabbing their tits and behinds while dry-humping their bottoms during this act probably slowed things down.

We sit on the couch together and wait; over an hour has passed it's growing dark outside and still no sign of Mom. I put my arms around their shoulders and squeeze their little melon tits. I whisper naughty things to them; I suggest there may time for a double blowjob which they snort at and reject w/ a laugh. I tell them they can slurp my dick anytime after an evening like this. Veronica blushes at this but I can tell she's energized.

I got them to bounce and squirm on my lap one at a time just for jollies and tell Lanisha her tight butt feels firm on my dick and how I'd been in the habit of eating vanilla ice cream and drinking pineapple juice for awhile just in case a chance to spurt in a sexy girl's mouth came along and by the way thanks you little cum-drinker.

"Ooh you nasty...you nasty!" she squealed and just then there's a door-slam outside (on the street not by the house thank goodness.) I tell them "Come on...lick my dick one time lick it!" They laugh and tell me to shut up will you shut up and Veronica squeaks in protest when I hold her by the thigh and give her round ass a few nice spanks.

We're all apart and the TV's been on for seven seconds when Anita comes in through the side door. "I'm sorry I took so long but the traffic at the bank..." Whatever I am rather sorry not to have another 30 minutes. The girls leave to do whatever 20-somethings did in the mid-90's after a fuck-suck session. I'm left with Anita and she tells me what's going on in her life when everything's quiet again but all I can think is "Let's get it on sexy."

She knows how I feel about her as a potential intimate partner and knows my hands on her body. When that husband of hers steps out on her a year later she comes to me in pain and anger but leaves w/ the taste of my spunk on her lush lips and the feeling of my grateful cock between her bountiful breasts. Fun for (most of) the family!

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As much as I enjoy a great and varied sex life at my current stage in life, I remember with a longing the near magical sensations that my sexual awakening gave me in my teens when the world was full of new adventures. One of my favorite memories takes me back to when I was 17 and went on a school trip to a foreign place with a hot climate and a more liberal attitude towards public nudity. Even though this happened a while back now, I still get hard thinking about it and it introduced me to the...

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my favourite memory pt 3

I've written a couple of memories about favourite sexual experiences and I keep meaning to get to the one memory that is my guarantee to have me shooting my load but I've got sidetracked a couple of times. The experiences all took place some time ago when I was younger, slimmer and had better contact with young and horny people. I was also into partying a lot and earned decent money to finance this. I had a small flat near to the big factory I worked in and it became a regular venue for mates...

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Ram Goes Down Memory Lane With His Jaanu

This is a series on the life of Ram (Ramachandran) and the love of his life Jaanu (Jaanaki). Ever from their first time innocent sexual experience until the kinkiest experiences they had together will be intimately showcased in this series. In this episode, the flashback of Ram and Jaanu is portrayed. The now middle-aged Ram is going down memory lane as he reminisces about his sexual encounters with his childhood crush Jaanu, their first making out session, and their lovely innocent oral sex...

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Goody episode 2

Introduction: Dot found her first job and a new friend in Goody To describe Goody in a word: voluptuous. She had black hair, piercing blue eyes and a tiny waist with flaring hips, truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had ever seen. Dot had already shaved it for her by the time I met them. Dot on the other hand was tall, blonde, small breasted, really long legs, and beautiful pear shaped ass. They were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard...

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Goody episode 2

To describe Goody in a word: voluptuous. She had black hair, piercing blue eyes and a tiny waist with flaring hips; truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had ever seen. Dot had already shaved it for her by the time I met them. Dot on the other hand was tall, blonde, small breasted, really long legs, and beautiful pear shaped ass. They were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard on a warm summer evening, Dot's arm around Goody's neck and...

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Goody episode 2

They were a sexy pair. Strolling down the boulevard on a warm summer evening, Dot's arm around Goody's neck and Goody's arm around Dot's waist just above the buttocks. Now there was a sight, but not uncommon on European streets. They were quite physical with each other; always playing grab-ass. At the time, Goody had latched on to a young American airman. He saw a good thing when he "laid" his young eyes on her. He was twenty; maybe. He was a good looking kid, not too...

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Goody Chapter 2

Goody........Chapter 2 She certainly was. Her real name was Gudrun. One of those funny-peculiar names that Germans give to girls. Everybody called her Goody. When I met her she was Dot's best friend. It's not too difficult to describe Goody. She was, in a word, voluptuous. She was only about 5'6" tall between me and Dot, both about 5'10". She had black hair, blue eyes, a tiny waist with flaring hips..... truly a beautiful derriere, and breasts to die for. Hers was the first shaved vagina I had...

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Memory Worth Million Bucks

Memory Worth Million BucksBy: Londebaaz ChohanDoctor Cohen was an otolaryngologist. What a fucking specialty. Let me repeat, Dr. Cohen was a nose, throat and ear specialist. It is not necessary, how we came to know each other. He was half Iranian, half Russian Jew and had a roaring practice. I lived about 20—25 minutes away from him. Our first understanding was that if I wanted to get together with him for a fun and gay games packed evening with Ira, I had to call him in advance, get to his...

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Everything is in the memory stick

I was thinking about a previous experience, last time when I had to use the subway during the rush hour, some months ago. Someone had fucked me real good in the middle of the crowded train car…That afternoon I decided to get another chance to enjoy something like that pleasant adventure. This time I was wearing high stiletto heels, a loose short skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination.I got inside the train and reached for a pole to hold on to. The car was not very crowded yet...

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An Awesome Memory With Colleague

Hi guys, thanks for good response for last story published , lot of emails have come from Hyderabad area and I felt very good. I am Anurag 23 well build athletic with fair complexion working in an MNC in Hyderabad. This incident is all about an office team mate who had shown me haven with wonderful sex appetite. This is a real story which happened last month, I was working with her from fast 6 months. We used to go for coffee breaks and lunch together. She always used to tell about her husband...

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My favourite memory Pt2

In part one I told you about an early experience of with a housemate that led on to a memory of mine that can get me off at any time when I need a quick wank. In the story I mentioned an earlier event in which we'd both been involved.We were still living in our hometown in Southern England and having a ball. Lots of dope and beer and late nights. I had a room in a large house with a group of mates, Sean and Al being two of them. One evening we were at home smoking a few jays etc when Dave...

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A Special Memory

A Special Memory By Milik the RedLife has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration.I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in his...

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Just A Sweet Memory

Just A Sweet MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan Bob looked up to see the same small, rounded and beautiful face, embedded hazel eyes and dark ebony hair.“Hi Bob. Welcome to my shop”, she said. Bob also recognized Jill Fletcher, his first love, his girl, his class mate in Dental College and they had also worked on some projects together. Unluckily, they had not seen much of each other outside the class or expressed their feelings to each other. Now after long five years of military duty, Bob had learnt...

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For Want of a MemoryChapter 31

Kris knew it was going to be Lola before he even opened the door. It was always Lola. He still hadn't given her a key. He'd told her it was because he only had one and hadn't had time to have another one made. "I need your credit card," she said, smiling widely. "Why?" he asked. "The rings are ready," she said. It was the last straw. It got ugly very quickly, as he said there would be no rings and no wedding, no credit card, and no key to his apartment. He thought she might...

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The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonnevilles MemoryChapter 4

The fact that Cindy felt like a best friend was obvious. She knew very intimate details about Claire's life. And, when they got home, Cindy knew where everything was inside. Of course she'd recently been in the house, getting Claire some clothes, which meant she had a key. Her purse, watch and shoes were the only things that had been salvaged after the accident. The house didn't look like she made tons of money. Obviously, her husband worked too, but they lived pretty close to the bone,...

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For Want of a MemoryChapter 22

Harper stared at the sheet of paper the postal employee had handed him. It was like that sometimes. You tried one thing, then another, and just when you were sure it wasn't going to pan out, you got the piece of information you were looking for. The forwarding address was for someplace called Pembroke, Connecticut. The landlord hadn't known where he'd gone. There had been an old credit card statement on Farmingham's desk, which had his account number on it, but the credit card company...

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Goody The Reunion episode 12

Ted walked into the kitchen to see what was holding things up. "Oh, lord! What have we here?" He exclaimed loudly. His wife, Dot and her friend, Goody were locked in a fierce embrace. He was not so much surprised as pleasantly relieved. He had been hoping that this reunion would rejuvenate their previous relationship.The women were locked in a squirming clinch against the kitchen counter. Goody had one knee up to Dot's hip, humping her pelvis into her old friend who in turn was pressed to the...

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 15

Bob popped two Vivarin when he got into the squad car the next morning. She had kept him up all night, satisfying her own needs and making up for the dry spell Bob had been in. He felt drained, but also more relaxed than he'd been in years. He was no longer distracted, either. Lacey had another appointment with Claire, but he was no longer worried that she'd suddenly realize there was no past between them. That had already been addressed. Now all he had to worry about was the return of...

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A Dusty Memory

Cloud looked across the attic, spotting the cardboard box she had been looking for. A sad smile formed on her face and without hesitation, she kneeled next to it, unafraid of the memories she knew it would kick up. With trembling hands, she opened the box like it was a rare treasure. To Cloud, it was just that. This box held her past. The past that she both loved and hated at the same time. After searching through the box for some time, she carefully lifted out an old picture. Gingerly wiping...

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