Wild Fuck Toys

Babe fucking machine experience
Also, God forbid that a rational thought ever enter our head while we
have a hard-on. I’m not really sure, but I think this is the criteria
Catholic’s use to elect a new Pope. I don’t mean they pick a candidate
who can still think with a hard-on, although this in itself would be a
miracle, but that the new pontiff must be past the age of even getting a
hard-on!
Where’s all this leading to? Regretfully and humiliatingly, I’m trying
to work up the courage to tell you about the first time I ever had a
climax with a female was present.
Notice, I said ‘female present’! She, or in my case the three of them,
didn’t share in this experience. They only watched. As a reasonably
normal and always horny teenager I had many orgasms before this, but I
really don’t count beating off while looking at a centerfold in some
smelly bathroom as having sex. True, you eventually do come and it’s
better than nothing, but it’s just not the same when you’re alone and
you DO feel like a jerk after you’ve finished. Is this why some people
call it jerking off?

Fucking Machine
Men are basically lazy. Let’s face it, who do you think invented the
remote control for the television? It was a married guy who didn’t have
any kids to change the channel. We’re also not the most patient of God’s
creatures. How many guys out there have, at one time or another, wanted
a pocket knife while trying to take your girlfriend’s or wife’s bra off?
Especially the ones with the hidden front clasps which, by the way, I
believe are also used to secure the engines to the wings of a Boeing
747. Most of us become grunting animals with a sports game on the
television in a bar too. Hell, if it weren’t for the beer and car
commercials, we’d probably piss in our pants before a televised game was
over. As it is, I’ve seen some guys do just this, only because they
didn’t want to miss any of the action.

This is one experience I had as I driving in the Washington
DC area. It’s intent is to illustrate the varied and sometimes
unusual exploits I have witnessed. This is only one of many. This
is the first time I have put these experiences in writing. Please
excuse mistakes, I am liable to make plenty.

It all started one day as when I decided to stop at local
Park and Ride to rest, I had started early that morning. The
closest car was about 4 spaces to the right of my car. A male was
sleeping (so I thought) inside. After making some notes
concerning my work earlier that day I too decided to rest, and
put the seat back and began to drift to sleep. (more…)

Toy Orgasm
After a wild fucking orgasm
I can’t tell you how long this went on but slowly the
fog of sensuality was replaced with an overwhelming need for
sleep. As I fell into a deep sleep, I thought of Luke and how I
was going to explain my response to his movie. I also wondered
if there was anyone else I could share it with.

Orgasm Took Control
The juice from my pussy was
flooding and as I caressed my newly smoothed softness I found
there was nothing to compare with my own silky cream. My fingers
found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste and lick
the passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I
felt a strange and freighting feeling begin to rise within my
body. The palm of my hand pressed against my clitoris as my
fingers slipped between my lips and into the depths of my
vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and
clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose control. The
feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its
pounding and I had to gasp for air because I forgot to breathe.
Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into my
pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a
stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded with sensations.
Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina smoothed
out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and
ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and
realized it was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub
and spread them over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of
my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had
taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner,
it was my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.