Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

I was nineteen when it happened. It seemed like a miracle at the time. Looking back, I figure there was some magic somewhere that helped me to this destiny, which was my Aunt Wanda. I’d never had a girlfriend and like most guys my age with endless fantasies and a constant hard-on, I had to make do with my over-worked imagination and masturbation. Finding a girlfriend and losing my virginity were always at the forefront of my thoughts. My regular fantasy was losing my virginity to an older woman, someone with experience who would seduce me and teach me how to please them. I lived in a total dream world. The reality was, I had no confidence, no experience and no girlfriend or older female tutor to help me change any of that. It drove me crazy. Not all my mates were quite as unlucky, at least I didn’t think so at the time. There was my best mate, Dave, for starters. A few months younger than me, Dave was good looking, never had a bad word to say about anyone and was a funny guy. Girls liked Dave. He was confident, but not cocky, and had had his fair share of girlfriends through school and college. Unlike me, he quit studying and got himself a job in sales. In fact, he’d only just started work when he told us he was getting married. What a shock. He’d only been seeing Nina nine months. She was a stunner, there was no doubt about it, but there was something about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something I definitely didn’t like. I thought he was making a mistake. Our ...

... other closest friend, Ringo, thought the same, but being the good friends that we were, we patted him on the back, congratulated him and asked him when the stag do was. We were like the three musketeers. All for one and one for whatever pretty girl we could ogle at. We’d met Ringo at college, he was just three days younger than me and we had a lot in common. He was pretty shy, had never dated a girl, but was witty and knew how to have fun when we were out and about. His real name was Steve but ever since we’d given him the name Ringo (don’t ask, I don’t think the story even makes sense to us anymore), it had stuck. He seemed to like it and it suited him. The happy couple decided to get married on Dave’s nineteenth birthday in August, a double celebration. We arranged the stag do three weeks in advance of the wedding and booked a sizeable party of us in at a sea-front hotel in Blackpool. A proper weekend send-off for the condemned man we joked. The joke turned a little sour. One month before the wedding, one week before our mad weekend in Blackpool, Dave found a message on Nina’s phone. ‘You were incredible last night baby. Can’t wait until we’re alone again next Friday. CU 2moro at work. Ram’ Dave was hoping it had been sent to Nina’s phone by mistake, but some simple detective work led to the discovery that ‘Ram’ was Paul Ramage from Nina’s office and that the bastard had been shafting Nina regularly over the last month or so. It was over and Dave was devastated. I’d never ...