When I was about nineteen, I was babysitting at the house down the block. I had put the children to bed and was watching TV. The woman I was babysitting for lived in a two-family house. Her nephew was living downstairs. He was eighteen or nineteen. He had some friends over, and I heard them carrying on downstairs. I heard them coming up the stairs, and then the door opened. The nephew used to come up from time to time to get something to eat, so I was not surprised. However, this time he came up with his friends. There were five of them. They came into the room with just towels on around their waists. Then they dropped the towels and stood there naked. I had some sex experience but never anything like this. I was a little frightened but also a little curious. The nephew (Ray) came over to me first. I gave him oral in front of the other four guys. When I was done, I saw the other guys all had erections. It made me hot. Ray then took my shirt and pants off. I blew the remaining four guys one by one. When I was done, I removed my panties and bra. The guys started touching me all over. Then one of them laid me down on the kitchen floor and started having hard sex with me. Eventually, all five had sex with me. It was great, but I did have a lot of guilt for a while. The next day, I saw all of them at school. They acted like nothing had happened.
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My boyfriend, Patrick, and I had been having some problems lately, so my girlfriends decided to take me out and show me a good time. We were having so much fun going from one bar to another when we ended up at a bar where my ex-boyfriend, Bryan, is a bouncer.
I was already three sheets to the wind when he came up to me. We started flirting with each other and talking about the crazy places we had done it before. Well, I guess you can say we got a little wrapped up in the conversation because the next thing I knew he grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom where we had mad, passionate sex.
After this happened, I thanked him for the thrilling experience and went back to party with my girlfriends. Later that night I went over to my boyfriend’s house and arrived home before him, so I went to bed already feeling pleasured for the night.
By the time he got home, I was sound asleep, so he proceeded to try to wake me. I guess I was talking in my sleep. Patrick asked me if I knew who he was. I replied, “Yes, Bryan, I know it is you.” (Oops, wrong name!) He asked if I still liked him. “Yes, of course I do.” Needless to say, my boyfriend became irate, but he believed me when I said that it didn’t mean anything.
The moral of the story is don’t go to your boyfriend’s house the same night you have sex with your ex-boyfriend because you never know what name might pop out!



























































































































































































