My name is Jake. I am seventeen years old and I am 5′11″. I have brown eyes and black hair. This is a true story on how I lost my virginity.

It was a warm night in April and my friend and I decided to go to a club for teenagers that night. I didn’t think anything about it. Just went in and met up with some friends and played pool. Well I was looking around and I saw this girl named Stephanie. I knew her from school and had a big crush on her. She was seventeen and was about my height and had long brown hair. She was there with her friends and her sister Cassie who was sixteen and looked kinda the same. I kept thinking about going over and talking to her but couldn’t get myself to do it. (more…)

She was an 18 year old high school senior. She was possessed of shoulder length raven hair, which she tended to wear in a a bun at the nape of her neck. She tried to keep it neat but the ends always ended up popping out and curling around the sides of her face which her boyfriend, Alex, thought was quite attractive. He also admired her modest 34B breasts and her voluptuous hips. In contrast to her dark hair she was a bit pale. In fact, Alex was also a bit pale. He, too, had darker hair, although his was dyed and hers was natural. He had gray eyes where she had haunting green ones. He was a swimmer and had a very sculpted body where she, in contrast, was a runner and had very strong, toned legs.

On this particular night she was wearing a black pair of pants that were close fitting. A loose long-sleeved black shirt covered her white pajama tank top. She was also wearing her favorite piece of jewelry, a tiny sapphire on a silver chain. Most people didn’t even know it existed, even alex didn’t know, yet. (more…)

For four months now we had been going out, and I knew that she was the one. Melissa was her name, although I called her Lissa. I was dating the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon - shoulder length deep brown hair, auburn eyes, a slender and delicate body.
It was late, and we were cuddled together on my couch watching reruns of the old comedy series Get Smart. I asked her if she wanted anything in the kitchen, she replied no, but I went up and started striding toward the kitchen myself to get something. I started back towards the couch with two cokes in hand, and plopped down next to Melissa. I smiled at her, and then realized that she was wearing no pants - she had taken her jeans off while I was getting drinks. The dark maroon panties she had on were short and tight fitting, displaying her beautiful figure to me. I looked up in puzzlement at her, and she had a coy little smile on her lips.
“I’m hot, I thought I’d just take off my jeans for a minute or two to cool down,” she said. (more…)

My mother’s lover was the one who busted my cherry and I’ve got to say it was terrific. I used to lie in bed, late on a Saturday morning, and lazily fondle myself. When he walked into my bedroom, stark naked, with his stiff cock proceeding him by several inches I knew that he was after my cherry. He lifted the covers and dove in head-first and worked his way down to my pussy. I was already wet from my fondling so he pulled aside my panties and started licking my hole. It was heaven. I tried to thrust my pelvis back and forth but he had a firm grip on my ass and kept my twat pressed into his face. I’m not complaining. He licked my clitoris at a high speed which drove me into a frenzy of moaning and squealing. (more…)

Let me start from the beginning. Naturally I’m gonna change our names and the town where this took place. However the story I’m writting is true and happened just this way.

My wife and I married at a young age, she was 17 I was 19. We had been highschool sweethearts and during that time till my story began we were pretty happy. We had great sex together and although she is a little on the shy side she would go along with just about anything I asked of her just short of swapping and anything really weird. I’ll call her Betty. To describe Betty for you let me say she has always been a little on the heavy side, not fat mind you but probably 25 lbs over weight. Betty has green eyes, long redish blond hair, sweet smile and about 5ft 5in tall. Betty does have the body of a swim suit moel but how many women really do, Betty is pretty and everyone likes her from the start. To describe me, I’m 6ft 3in tall, curly brown hair, blue eyes and could stand to lose a few pounds but I enjoy jogging and working out. (more…)

My best friend Cherri and I were on our way out the door when I accidentally bumped into Phillip Taylor, who happened to be the hottest, most popular guy in the school. Every girl wanted to date him and every guy wanted to be him. When I looked at his face and realized who it was, my beating heart stopped and then began to pound. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “No, I’m the clumsy one.” “Everyone is a little clumsy every now and then,” he said, with a smile. “You’re Sarah, right?” I glanced at Cherri’s surprised face. “Yes,” I said. “Sarah Logan.” We stared for a moment. Cherri nudged me, knocking our eyes out of contact. “Um, I better get going,” I said. “I’ll see you later.” “I hope so,” he said, catching me, again, by surprise. Later that evening, while I was helping my mother with supper, the doorbell rang. My mother went to answer it and a few moments later, came back with Phillip trailing behind her. My heart jumped into my throat. “Phillip,” I said. “Hello.” He looked at me for a moment. “I was wondering, if you weren’t busy, would you like to go for a ride with me?” I looked at my mother, my question in my eyes. “Go on,” she replied. “I can manage.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she said. “Go.” “Thank you,” I said. “I kissed her cheek and then Phillip and I walked out to his truck. “Your mother is a sweetheart,” Phillip said after we left my house. I smiled with pride. “I know.” “Reminds me of my mother,” he said, his smile fading. “She was always smiling.” “Was?” “She died a few years ago. Cancer.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s all right,” he said. “I know she’s happy now.” He smiled at me. He drove around town for a while, talking and listening to the radio. (more…)

“The Rookie” is Part One of the sexual story of my life. I am purging my
soul. Telling of my past transgressions is part of my repentance.
Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not
mentally. That took a few more years after puberty. Call me a late
bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice.
Me too. My girlfriends and I didn’t play paper dolls, we played make
believe sex. Do you have any idea what slumber parties are really all
about? (more…)

We were farmers of the hardcore variety, everyone in our family worked the 1250 acres we had under our charge. We are supporters of wildlife and make sure to leave strips for them to feed on winter and summer. Dad plants wild rice in our wet spots to make water fowl feeding as nutritious as we can for 600.00 per year. I had been doing the Farm BOOKS for us since My first computer class in fifth grade.
I sat up Quicken and MONEY the put Agr-Com on to make it fast to due our SMALL operation. When I was 14 I filed our income taxes with a local Accountant doing a audit for the bank on my work. He ask if I was in collage or had a practice of my own because I had used little known Systems to make our taxes very livable. He even initialed it to say he would go to an audit with us if the IRS or Farm Finance people were to call us up on it. So when I say we had a working farm you can bank on it. I had been the Tractor operator of an old 89 johnDeere For three years and it was well maintained because I did it myself except the welding and my brother Wes had the Knack for it like few men have. Dad was quick to tell them Each of our High points so the WAGES we were paid were justified. I paid taxes on 12,000 in 90 when I was 12 years old and dad told me I was underpaid. Wes at 15 recived 18,000 for his share. Terrance at 12 was paid 10,000 but dad told him to look for a town job if he didn’t get with the program learn to enjoy his work like we did. It was a labor of love For sure, (more…)

I am a 29 year-old hot wife. I have shoulder length blonde hair. I am six foot tall and thin. I have a tight, hot ass, long legs, and my tits are a B cup. My husband looks terrible. He has let himself go, and I am not really turned on by him. I have not cheated on him but find myself checking out hot guys all the time.

My friend just had a baby, and I agreed to make dinner for her family. Wearing a sweat suit, I brought dinner to her house. She answered the door and apologized that she had to go to a hastily scheduled doctor’s appointment. She asked me to help her husband, Kyle, get it started.

Kyle is gorgeous. He has a rock hard body and dark eyes. He comes down the steps in a tight t-shirt and jeans. “Hi Kyle,” I said with a smile. (more…)

Paul thoroughly enjoyed his extramarital affair with Stacy, but the guilt had begun to affect him. He also feared being caught. The last thing that he wanted was a divorce, since it would mean eternal damnation according to his belief system.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t bring himself to end his relationship with the single mom. Not only was she absolutely delightful in bed, but she also seemed to understand and respect him more than his own wife did. It was a terrible dilemma for the exterminator. He wanted to stay married and avoid getting caught, but he also wanted his mistress. He couldn’t give either of them up. (more…)