LGBT Stories

Damn, was I glad when five o’clock finally rolled around on that Friday afternoon. I’d been working long hard hours for weeks since my department was so understaffed. The only light at the end of the long dark tunnel was my upcoming vacation. My girl frirend and I were accompanying her office co-worker and brother to Cancun, Mexico for frolicking in the sand and sun. I’d never met the siblings before and, although we’d tried to get together prior to the trip to get to know one another, my grueling work schedule failed to allow it. So it wasn’t until that Saturday morning at the airport that we finally all met. Was I ever impressed when I was introduced to Darielle.

She was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Tall with long shapely legs, tight little waist and big bazzoos bouncing out of her thin top, nipples hard from the airport air conditioning and pressing out at me invitingly. And that was just her body! Her face was equally attractive with those high cheekbones, full bee-sting lips and impressive cat’s eyes framed by a long wild mane of dark hair. She was of Puerto Rican and Italian descent, so her skin was a rich dark complexion—and we hadn’t even hit the sun yet! I couldn’t wait to see this cutie in her bikini! Why the fuck she was with her brother, and not a male admirer, was beyond me. This dame could have had any dick she wanted! My girl friend’s naiveity at putting me in the same country as this hard-throb for even one week totally astounded me. Don’t get me wrong. Kathleen (that’s my girl) is no slouch in the looks department either, but she’s tacked on a few pounds over the past year and couldn’t even begin to measure up to Dari on the body meter.

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The duplex apartment they lived in was empty when Jody came in at midmorning from class. He went out the front door and across the porch to the adjoining duplex unit to see if Linda might be having coffee with Nancy Martin, their next door neighbor. Nancy answered his knock with a “come on in” call, and he entered and followed her voice back to the kitchen. She was on the phone talking and motioned him to pour himself a cup of coffee and have a seat.

He sat sipping coffee and admired her as she concluded the call. She was wearing a pair of blue jean cut-offs and a tee shirt with her hair tied up in a bandanna and wasn’t wearing any make-up. Even so, he found himself - not the first time - somewhat turned on by her. She was very fresh in her lack of make-up and other pretense and, with her lissome but nevertheless adequately rounded figure, he found her rather sexually exciting.

She concluded her call and joined him at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee. “H’lo, Jody. What’s going on?”

“I thought Linda would be home when I got back from class, and when she wasn’t I thought she might be here.”

“Well, she was here earlier, but I think she was gone grocery shopping.”

“Oh. Okay. Is Rob around?”

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The four of us have been “yachties” in the bay for a long time. Anne and I sail I, Blythe Spirit, a 37-foot cutter. Jim and Teri have a 41-foot ketch they call Luv Bote. We often spend our weekends rafted together at Acala Cove or some other fairly secluded on Angel Island or the Tiberon Peninsula. As soon as we are securely anchored and rafted, the “cocktail” pennant is hoisted and we adjourn to Luv Bote’s salon. Whenever we have a three or four day weekend we sail up to a cove near Drake’s Bay near Point Reyes. We found the cove while hiking in the Point Reyes headlands. It is accessible only by sea and by the few hikers who make it to the camp site a mile or so away. Few boaters seem to know about our cove because we are always alone there, unless we bring some landlubber friends. The nights are often pretty cold, but the days are warm and sunny and it is quite nice for sunbathing.

The last time we were there, we put out fishing lines and crab pots to catch our evening meal and shucked our clothes to catch some rays. Once the sun was over the yardarm, we enjoyed gin and tonic all around.

We swam ashore to lie on the beach an pick blackberries in the hills above the cove. The crop was particularly good — loads of large, sweet fruit and only the birds to eat them. We had brought an old, crank-style ice cream maker, along with cream and sugar for makings and rum for added flavor and zest. We made a large batch of rum swizzles to drink while Jim and I cranked the ice-cream.

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My roommate, Steve, had a lot of friends both guys and chicks and there were always people coming and going. It wasn’t unusual for me to come in and find him and some chick going at it on the couch, and if I was quiet, they’d ignore me while I went to my room or watched from the kitchen.

There were other nights when I’d come in and Steve would be involved in hand to hand combat in front of the television, watching fuck flicks. This usually got no more than a slowdown in activity as I passed, Some times he’d even say hi, between strokes. Some times I hung around the kitchen, making something I didn’t really want, to see how it all came out. It usually came out in a big way in Steve’s case.

One evening, while checking out his jerk off technique and messing with the microwave, he got right to the point, after I’d been there for a while.
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Vicky and I had decided it would be fun to have another partner in bed with us, so we put an ad in a couples’ magazine indicating that we would like to meet a manor a couple for sex play. A single man answered our ad after only a couple of weeks. His name was Richard, and after conversing on the phone, I met with him at his apartment, and after a few drinks we took our clothes off and he let me suck his nice, hard cock. I ended up lying on his couch with my head on the end, while he stood over me and fucked my mouth with his beautiful cock. He came on my face and chest, and I decided then and there that he would be a good one for Vicky and me to meet together.

On the appointed evening we went to his apartment together, and after having something to drink, he sat down on the other side of Vicky on the same couch where I had taken his cum in my face. As we sat there I played with Vicky’s breasts and slowly opened her blouse to his view. She had not worn a bra, so it was easy to do.
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It was our fifth anniversary, and we wanted to celebrate it in style, so we went to an upscale restaurant in one of the city’s plush resort hotels.

I wore an evening gown type dress, and my husband wore a suit and tie, so we felt quite elegant. We agreed not to wear underwear, so we would feel sexy. My husband loves the feeling of his penis and testicles moving around freely under his pants, and I enjoy fondling him when I have the opportunity.

My dress was revealing enough to give a generous view of my breasts, which are not large, but make an inviting cleft between their pointy mounds. My nipples pressed invitingly into the soft silk of my gown. Since I was not wearing panties, the gown clung to my figure and displayed its sensuous curves to advantage. It was obvious to anyone who looked at me that I was not a shy lady!

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I’ll start out by saying that although I’ve had some sex experiences while in college, (same guy on a few occassions), I’ve always considered myself heterosexual. Sure I’ve had some ‘thoughts of the other side,’ but I always pushed them out of my mind when I’d catch myself thinking about it. Lately, I’ve found myself having full blown fantasies about sex with men. It really started about two years ago. At first I’d feel guilty about jacking off with these thoughts and visions in my head, but as they started to become more frequent, I’ve dealt with the guilt pretty well, until now.

On the few occassions since college when the oppurtunity to have sex with another man has arisen, I’d find that removing myself from the ’situation’ was the best thing to do. That’s also how I dealt with women. I’m married, happily, for 20 years now, two kids, a son who’s 19 and a daughter, 14, and although I’ve had many oppurtunities to get pussy on the side, I never have. I’ve got a sexy wife who still enjoys fucking as much as I do, and although I do alot of looking, (hell, she does too), I’ve never taken it any further than that. I’ve got a great family life. Some would call it dull, and in a comfortable way,it is/was, but its not so comfortable anymore.
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“Merry Christmas Annie,” said Jane as she inserted a little candy cane in Annie’s cunt. Annie winked her upturned asshole in approval. “Merry Christmas Jack,” said Jane as she plugged another candy cane into Jacks slippery and recently kissed asshole. “Merry Christmas Dan.” He was also on his hands and knees with his ass high in the air. Jane licked his ass lovingly, probing inside his ass lips. She then gently pushed in a little red and white candy cane leaving only the crook protruding. “Do they taste good? Let me see you eat them.” The boys tightened the ass muscles and Jane could see their asses clench. Annie worked her cunt muscles around the little cane. “Good,” she said, “you’re happy. You’ve given this company a very good year and I wanted to give you a little gift to cherish.” Annie giggled at Jane’s words.
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I’m a black woman, 160 lbs with generous breasts and inch long nipples. I have a nice round ass thick thighs and a smallish (29 inch) waist that helps accent the shape of my breasts and ass. I work out, but, have never been a petit woman. I’m a bisexual - I always have been. I’m 37. My name is Hypolitta Kerpotkin.

My husband, Jim, is white. He’s a big man with a lusty appetite for things sexual. He has brown hair, blue eyes and works out (but not very much!). He’s 7.5 inches of trimmed dick. He’s 40 and also bisexual.

Last month he brought Matt home with him from work. Matt is one of our regular play toys. This night they brought home a six pack of warm long neck Canadian Ales. I fed the boys dinner while we all played a little grab ass around the dinner table. I’d get up to get some milk and a hand would slip between my legs from behind. Jim would got up to get the salt and pepper and horny Matt would rub Jim’s bulge on the way. The boys wanted to play and I did to. After supper, I sat in the middle of the sofa and Matt and Jim sat on either side by my invitation. I opened my blouse and gave them desert. I love the feel of lips on both breasts at once. And more so since the baby was born last Fall. I feed the baby by bottle - but all my best friends I breast feed. Matt and Jim were enjoying their after dinner drink when Matt got up and returned with the six pack. He said he had a new game to play. I was game. We all got naked. Jim and I licked Matt’s cock to get him hard. Matt and I licked Jim’s dick and balls. Then Matt made me get on all fours with my breasts on the carpet and my ass in the air. I spread my legs so my pussy would open and Matt began to tongue me. When he was tired, Jim licked my pussy. They spent a lot of time licking my ass which I love. I was waiting to be ass fucked when I felt something small and cool at my ass. It was a Molson’s Golden Ale! Matt inserted in my ass to the shoulder of the bottle, tipped it at a 45 degree angle and gently shook it. I gasped. The foam in the bottle forced my intestine full of beer. When the bottle had nothing but foam left, Matt carefully extracted it and I ran to release the beer. They bottle fucked me five times. It was nasty. They played with my clit while filling me with beer enemas and I was hot. Jim let me suck his cock a little while Matt worked on my ass and clit. After the fifth bottle I was REALLY cleaned out and my asshole tingled from the beer.
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Ted and Sue had an old high school friend they hadn’t seen in years. Matt had come to visit from California and they decided to spend a week on their 29′ sloop, the “Mollie B.” Matt was divorced twice and been pretty much alone for three years. When he arrived it was apparent immediately that the California climate had agreed with him. He was tanned, blond hair in a pony tail and seemed in great shape for 35. The pony tail was new and Ted and Sue both thought it made him very attractive. Ted had picked up a little weight since the old days, but he still had rich black hair and a full beard. At 36, he had reached high in the corporate ladder and enjoyed more free time. Sue at 35 still had a marvelous figure. She worked out, and her well rounded ass and firm breasts communicated her self care. She was more hour glass figured than when in high school. But, Ted loved her full bra and the inviting nature of her wider hips.

They picked up Matt at the airport and headed immediately to the marina. They made themselves comfortable - caught up on old times, and after the berths were made up they turned in. The next two days were wonderful sailing days on Lake Ontario. Warm sun and a good breeze. They were working their way leisurely from Port Oswego to Kingston, Ontario to the north and over nighting insecluded coves. They flew the 150 Genoa with a full main each day. Sue tended the galley or sunned herself on the bow. The men manned the sheets in the cockpit - constantly tweaking the sail trim. Skipper Ted gave the usual lecture: I’m the Skipper, you are the crew, you need to obey orders when things happen - especially in a blow. The higher the wind speed the shorter our time is to react. So pay close attention to sailing and the Skipper’s orders when under way.
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I had never much cared for straight men, and Dan was no exception. In addition to being full of himself, as most straight men are, he had intruded on my life in ways which I did not welcome in the least. I had been living in my sister’s basement for more than three years when she married Dan, and it was a great situation for me. No one cared what I did, I paid no rent, and I was only 10 minutes away from the University. When Dan moved in I considered moving out, though neither Lynn nor Dan even hinted at it, but I decided to stick it out for the rest of the year, until graduation. Men like to think they run the world, and in most respects they do, but there is another aspect to the world, one in which they are little more than bulls being led about by a ring in their nose. Dan, for example, married almost right out of high school, when his girlfriend became pregnant. Years later they divorced and he started to date my sister Lynn, who also became pregnant after she realized that he wasn’t interested in remarrying. Lynn told him that they didn’t need to get married, that she’d raise the child on her own, but for men like Dan that isn’t an option. He set the wedding date the day she told him. I felt sorry for Dan in the way that one always feels sorry for the pawns in a game. And I felt disappointed in Lynn, for stooping to such manipulation. Getting pregnant to get a man to marry you was so…1950’s. And Lynn had always been a headstrong, independent woman, devoted to her career. But she dropped it all for Dan, and that just made me angry. Where was her self respect? How could a brilliant college professor lose it over someone like Dan? In our family nothing was valued more than good education and good manners, and Dan was just a loud, unrefined, uneducated car salesman. Sometimes I thought that maybe what she wanted was a good provider to support her and her kids while she was still young enough to have them, and Dan fit the bill. Other times I thought it was just a female thing I would never understand. Not only had Lynn turned into a gushing schoolgirl as their wedding approached, but she tried to draw me into it. “Isn’t he great?” she’d ask me, or “Don’t you think he’s cute?” She’d show me his photos in his old high school yearbooks: football team, wrestling team, prom king. I felt suffocated by the sheer…heterosexuality of it all. And I despise being treated like a girlfriend by straight women, or like a pet. It always makes me feel neutered. “Yeah,” I’d answer, coldly, “he’s cute.” I refused to be an accomplice in what I considered her self destruction.
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