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  • Even their thirty something coach was hot. As my best friend and I admired the bouncing tits and flashing legs he said to me “Damn she looks good, her legs go from the floor all the way to her ass, and her ass is a long way from the floor. God, those legs would feel great wrapped around my waist.” I was concentrating on three different female butts just then and didn’t catch who he was talking about “Huh, which one?” “Kate. Look at her man, she’s so awesome, I would pay to get her hot for me.” I looked across the floor to the girl he was talking about just as she leaped off the floor, her long lithe body stretched as graceful as a leaping Gazelle from toes to fingers as she spiked the ball down to the opposite side of the net. If a photographer had been able to catch her while her feet were two feet off the floor, he could have put the picture on the front of Sports Illustrated. Kate is a senior, like us. At 18 years, two months and 4 days old she is 5’9 ½, 132 pounds and wears a 36C bra. She has hazel down-turned eyes under full arched brows accented by long lashes. High prominent cheek bones border her nose which is straight but flares slightly at the tip. Wide full lips turn up in the corners in a natural attractive smile that reveals possibly her only flaw. She has a narrow stockings gap between her upper front teeth that she can spit a stream of water through. Her shoulder length ash blonde hair looked styled by sweat and exercise just then. I even knew she has a two-inch scar on her left hip, just at the top of her thigh. Yeah, I had to admit Kate was pretty hot but there was a reason I knew so much personal stuff about her, I looked at Dean and said “Hey, quit talking trash about my sister goddammit, I’ll kick your ass.” He uniform looked at me “Come on man, even you gotta admit you like hanging around your twin. Tell me you don’t steal peeks and looks when she’s walking around your house.” “Fuck you asshole, let’s get out of here, I have to warm up the car.” It was three days before Christmas and we’d just gotten out of our last class before a long holiday break. My family and I were going to Park City for a winter skiing vacation and I was looking forward to it. It was nasty winter gray and cold outside so I went to warm the car and wait for Kate to come out Air Hostesses so we could go home. The heater was just beginning to blow warm air from the defrosters when she came out of the gym. She was walking with her best friend Pepper, a brunette who closely matched Kate in height and attractiveness but as they trudged through slush and stepped over chunks of icy snow it was Kate I watched. There was a small group hanging around, casually listening to music, talking and drinking beer. I pressed my dick into those virgin folds. She looked very uncomfortable as the winner walked to the edge stockings of the ring and retrieved something. “Well, I would like to have you and Olivia over for dinner, together.” Slipping her fingers inside, she drew circles around her clit Air Hostesses with her other hand, getting right back into it. Look at those tits, they have been haunting me all year. Dave, Terry, Tim, and Mark come to the house all the time. “Mom,” I groaned in embarrassed lust, another orgasm rippling through me. I kissed her again and answered. While gaining rhythm, his hands moved towards the back of my head, providing a subtle push. I couldn’t see anyone but who can uniform tell which way eyes are looking when they’re covered in sunglasses.
  • He was able to feel my contractions at full power. My cum shot freely in the air, a few thick drops followed a few thick stringy jets that landed on my chest and started flowing down mixed with sweat and piss. I moaned and moaned again and again. I felt like travelling at the speed of light stockings or even faster. What a rush! This was a trip to Venus! My sensuous fucker, always gazing at me right in the eye, slowed down. We kissed passionately. Starting with my mouth, his mouth, down to his dick inside my ass and up my mouth again, we functioned as a closed circuit; he was pinning me like a staple, nailing both ends of my gastrointestinal tract with both ends of his active pleasure givers, his tongue and his dick. He uniform accelerated his pace again and after some violent thrusts, he frowned while looking at my eyes and thrusting in me; then came the strong thrust that took him really deep squishing me against the wall behind. I felt his man drill pulsing and spitting its juice inside. My sensuous lover let a long and subdued moan and stayed there kissing me and pushing with his hips for quite some time, as if his fleshy key was locking my slippery keyhole. I cried again tears of joy and pleasure. I wanted to take him inside me all the way, all of his body, cock, balls, arms, legs, feet and chest, all. He pulled out gently and placed his palm under my temple of desire to collect the fluids that were trickling down. Our juices, our sweat, my piss and tears formed a little pool in his palm that we lapped up with unique zest. I felt like we had become one. He let my legs free first, then my hands and, while he waited a while for my circulation to improve, he hugged me bringing our soaked cocks together. When I gained back sensation on my limbs, he unfastened the harness and we kissed. Sore but content, I held his hand and followed him to the next room. It was the only room with a door and electricity. Bob opened and we entered in a modern but simple space with walls covered with shelves. It seemed like dozens of dildos were placed there, all kinds and all shapes and sizes. The weirdest Air Hostesses things could be found. Bracelets, chain anklets, ropes, chains, strange tools and maybe a dozen masks were all placed in a way for the guests to find easily. At one corner and next to a bunch of prods, a big basket was full of condoms. "What a waste!" Bob said showing me the condoms. "We are all healthy and chicks are on the pill. Who thought of this?" I was too busy to reply, exploring a strange device was more interesting to me. It looked like a dial the size of a steering wheel, but, instead of numbers, there were 12 rubber dicks all of different size, color and texture. The whole thing was sitting on a thin leg ending on a large base on the floor. With a push, the dial would turn and a new cock would land in front of me. "We used this last time we didn't have enough guys," my friend said. "The girls knelt with their butts facing the wheel and took any cock that was in front of them. The guys knelt in front of the girls and fucked their mouths. Oh, wait, there were two guys too kneeling and taking the cocks up their asses. • Take some time to have fun I assumed stockings Sandy would be repulsed by Rex’s actions but she seemed to be really enjoying it. This is Vicky, Jeff, Lisa and Brian . . . "Yeah," Tim laughed. He took nude pictures of me in lipstick and heels and titled them: "YOUNG SISSY HUNGRY FOR SEX. Food, music, booze. Sonia was licking Nina's asshole, Nina was licking Joyce's asspipe & Joyce gave Sonia the anal-licking thrill. Misty ordered a grilled sole, and, having done so, slid out of the booth and wandered off to the table of salads. I chuckled to myself before sitting back down and getting into the zone. Carol got up and followed, I heard her open and close Abby’s door, and then I couldn’t hear anything. You name it, and someone in my Air Hostesses family probably uniform did it. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. I think it is Dave’s . . . "Mm, you smell nice."