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After some soothing showers and playful pinches and grabs we all left
to go to the pub to watch the band. We closed the place after some
alcholic induced rowdiness and slunk back to the dorm with Sandy on my
right arm and Ted on her right. The three of us passed out on the bed
in a heap.

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She was moaning and
thrashing now as her climax started. Screaming in ecstasy, she was
bouncing and thrashing all over the bed while Clive roared his
climax out as he gave her one last thrust and buried his tool deep
within her spasming pussy. He tightly mashed his groin into Sandy’s
as Ted continued his assault on her throbbing clit. Clive was
groaning as he unloaded his tightened balls deep into her belly. His
groin spasmed and throbbed inside of Sandy. Clive pulled out his purple
monster and crashed onto the bed beside Sandy as a pool of his cum came
flowing from her battered pussy hole and down her leg. She lowered her
mouth to his member and lovingly kissed and tongued their fuck juices
from the head and it’s hairy sac, appreciative of the orgasm that this
mighty penis gave her. Ted had moved up to suckle her smooth flat
belly and her large nippled tits.

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Administrator — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 16:35:03 +0000

I was rock hard after watching Clive fuck her mouth and splash his
goop on her face. Ted seemed disinterested and Clive was still raring
to go. After some more of Sandy’s face fucking, Clive pulled up
behind her for some doggy style thrusting. I lay on my back with
Sandy’s mouth tonguing my groin area and Ted was on his back licking
her clit and pussy lips as Clive pounded it to her. Sandy was
constantly moaning her pleasure around my cock as Clive and Ted were
busy giving her pussy the workout it wanted. She was sucking
furiously on my cock, tugging and pulling on my cock and balls trying
to coax the cum from me. Her hungry mouth was really sucking me hard
from the noises she was making with it. I could feel my balls were
squirming their fresh load as she heated them up to the boiling point.
My cock was giving that old twitching feeling in my balls as the
impending eruption burst like thunder from my cockhead.

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Administrator — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:54:57 +0000

He was
still coming as he pulled on his cock. Just the head of his cock was
past Sandy’s lips, as she sucked in his salty froth. Clive dislodged
his purple head from her lips and sprayed her face and hair with the
last few spurts of his twitching rod. He had drained his hose and was
now twirling his cock and balls on her face, smearing his cum into her
cheeks, forehead, eyelids and hair. Clive then squeezed a drop or two
more from his cock and placed the precious drops on Sandy’s begging
tongue. She savoured the taste of the monster cock fluid as he let
her suckle on the head, drawing a little more fluid from the now
smaller sized erection. She cleaned his cock of any more cum with her
lips and tongue until he was clean and glistening with her saliva.
She was totally satisfied at making Clive cum with her mouth, although
she still had an itch that needed a little scratching between her legs.
She wiggled her ass hoping one of us would get the hint.

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“I hope you don’t mind a healthy batch of cum, because my nuts are
about to blast down your throat”. Sandy couldn’t resist even if she
wanted to. As a matter of fact, I think she was looking forward to
the finish of his penile onslaught. “One batch of hot bubbling penis
juice coming up”, he said throught gritted teeth. “Oooohh fuck, oooohh
fuck, oooohh fuck”, he said through cock twitching spurts. “Suck it
up baby, suck it up good”. Sandy was trying her best, but the beast
was still cuming strong as he fed it to her and most of her mouth
space was taken up by the monstrous log of meat. A lot of the cum
slid down her throat and some of it came squirting out of her mouth
around Clive’s cock as he continued his deep spurting thrusts.

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Administrator — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:30:56 +0000

Gummy ropes of my fuck sauce clung to the roof of her mouth and across
her face and tongue forming a glistening web-like structure. Sandy
was trying furiously to break my newly created masterpiece with her,
by now, tired tongue. She wasn’t succeeding to well … Ted held her
arms to her back so her finger tips were touching the bottom of her
firm and tight round ass. Ted had just finished depositting a quart
up her pussy and was now helping me finish up at Sandy’s front end.

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Administrator — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:22:20 +0000

Ted slowly
pushed in another inch causing Sandy to moan and give my dick a good
vibration. Another four inches and Ted was finally buried in to the
hilt. “Ohhh fuck!, you’ve got a tight butt and it’s sqeezing my cock
damn hard!” Sandy did have a nice firm ass, probably from all the
jogging she did. Ted Started fucking her ass once she loosened up a
little. She was teasing him by giving his cock a good squeeze with
her asshole everytime he withdrew from it’s depths.

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She was lying on her side with Ted positioned between her legs, facing
her back, while he was also on his side. Sandy was resting her head
on the inside of my left thigh as I lay on my side as well. I had my
legs around her neck and back and Ted held her from below. We won!

She had no choice but to surrender herself to us. She was lodged
between our bodies. I stroked her lips and cheeks with the head of my
hard dick trying to coax her into opening wide. She kept turning her
head from side to side and saying ‘no’ with her mouth tightly sealed
shut. I didn’t need to hurt or threaten her to get what I wanted…
I don’t work like that. Teddy would take care of that.

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Ted and I were college buddies, both going through the same exams,
profs and (you guessed it) girls. He was always an ass man, getting
his kicks from ‘bumping’ up behind chicks anywhere he could find them.
In shopping malls, in elevators, in the subway, anywhere.

My thing is getting head.
Anywhere, anytime is fine as long as the girl doesn’t mind. Ted and I
knew of each other’s sexual preferences and became a tag team almost
by accident.

Sandy was a tall and healthy brunette with big blue eyes that always
seemed to be sparkling. She had a habit of wearing loose fitting
oversize jerseys and faded and stitched Levi jeans. Her pants were
always tight fitting even if we could see only from mid-thigh down.
Always flirting with the guys, she tried to see how far the guys would
go with her. Some were lucky and some were embarassed.

Somehow, we started talking with Sandy about wrestling in one of the
local pubs. She seemed excited about mud wrestling (while nude of
course). We told Sandy we could show her some of the finer points of
the sport and we proceeded to go to our dorm for a demo. The beers must
have loosened her up pretty good because she started stripping down as
soon as we entered our room. Ted and I both lost our clothes in a hurry.

We proceeded to show Sandy some of the winning holds of wrestling.

No panty

Administrator — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:46:00 +0000

Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climbing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now.

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Administrator — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:25:43 +0000

I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
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Administrator — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 19:02:06 +0000

Belt-test at the dojo, you as tester. You come home around ten,
flushed, sore, and exhausted. You sag into a soft chair, your equipment
bag still dangling from your fingers. I remove it from your hand and ask,
“How was it?”

“They were all very big and very good,” you mutter under your
breath, “and seemingly tireless.”

“Hungry?”

You shake your head. “A glass of water would be great, though.”
You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks. I go
into the kitchen and return with the water. “From the tap,” I say. “Not
too cold; don’t want your stomach to cramp, dearest.”

“Thanks for thinking of me,” you say, smiling at me. I sit on the
arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead.

“I bet I taste like a salt-lick,” you grouse.

“If I smeared you with butter, I’d take you out to the movies and
eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger,” I reply, grinning.

“Nah; it’d have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy
it,” you reply, chuckling a little.

“I got a surprise for you,” I say, kneading and massaging your
knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers. “A piping hot bubble bath
awaits you in back.”

“Ooh, that sounds wonderful,” you say, wincing under my
ministrations. “Is is real hot?”

“Real hot.” I stand and pull you to your feet. “Go soak. I’ll
be in there in a bit with more water. Or would you like iced tea?”

“Make it a Shiner Bock.” You shuck your uniform top and wipe your
sweaty chest with it. “I’m goin’ to soak.”

I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the
silverware drawer to find the bottle opener. I crack open a beer and take
it into the back. You’re splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head
the only thing visible above the soapy froth. “This feels great,” you
say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body. “I’m glad
you thought of it.”

“Pshaw. I’m boiling the meat off your bones to make stock,” I
retort, handing you your beer. “Your libation, m’lord.”

“Thank you, m’lady.” You take the bottle from me and swig long
and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp. “Ah, the pause that
refreshes. Care to join me?”

“Bath or beer?”

“Either.”

I shake my head and perch on the toilet. “Nah; I’ll just sit here
and watch you splash around, my little ducky.”

“Quack quack,” you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your
hand, then burping again. “My musical intestines.”

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Close your eyes and soak, okay?”

You eye me suspiciously. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just close your eyes. This’ll
feel really good.” I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink.

“Okay, but I’m warning you.” You sit back, close your eyes. “Any
funny stuff and you _don’t_ get a spanking.”

“Fresh.” I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I
shower. “I may not show you my new trick.”

“How’d an old bitch like you learn a new trick?”

“Hush.” I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,
getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I
begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging
your skin. You glow pink and smile.

“Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, a little catch
in your voice.

“How ’bout this?” I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very
gently, then slowly stroke it. The warm water swirls around your groin.
“You like that?”

“That’s…good,” you moan, your body shifting. I feel your hips
arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and
gently push you back down. “Relax,” I say soothingly. “Lie back, okay?”

You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very
irregular now. “Can I continue?” I ask.

“Please,” you say. I continue stroking, smoothing the water and
soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down
around your scrotum. I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly,
speeding up a little.

“Want me to stop?” I query.

“No, please; no, don’t,” you say quickly. “Please.”

Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions
cascading over your face. Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and
grasps the side of the tub. You’re breathing hard and your hips are out
of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand. Even
through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my
fingers. I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I’m too fixated
on your cock to be distracted by it.

Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your
penis explode in my hand. Your head arches wildly back and an erotic
groan escapes your lips. Then you relax and slide back under the water
again; your breathing deepens. I take my hand out of the water and remove
the glove. “You like?” I ask.

“Jesus,” is all you can say. I bend down and kiss you gently on
the lips. “I’m going to bed,” I say, flinging the sopping and slightly
sticky glove into the sink. “You can join me when you’re able.”

Sex Shop

Administrator — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 20:05:15 +0000

Wait, there’s more! I saw one of those ADULT ONLY stores
here in Kitchener and I thought about going in. (Well it was more
of a wanting to get out of the cold thing, because I was walking
around for about an hour looking for and trying to get to 2
different stylists that turned out to be closed). So there I am.
I see the store across the street. I think:

“Neat there’s one of those sex shops, hey why don’t I check
it out, this days’ been a total bust anyway, might as well get
something out of it since I’m right hear.” I stop, turn to cross
the street, but then I hesitate.

“No. I should just go to the bus stop and head back home or
go to campus.” I start walking again. I look up the road and
realized there’s no bus stop in sight. Actually I there’s not
even a bus stop that runs on this road and I’m walking in a
direction away from home and away from the closest bust stop I
know of.

“Turn around fool!” I turn.

“Last chance. The bus stop is all the way back there and
you’ll never be this close to an ADULTS ONLY store again without
a reason not to just go inside and check it out” I stop, fixate
on the store, as if I was trying to figure out if it was really
and ADULTS ONLY store.

“It looks closed, the way things are going today the I’ll
believe it if the whole town is closed” I start walking towards
the bus stop.

“You’ll never know if it’s open if you don’t go up and
check.” I stop again, and again fixate on the store’s front
window.

“Yep. It’s definitely one of those ADULT ONLY stores. I
don’t see any people inside it must be closed. Of course you
can’t see any people inside the windows are all tinted so that
people can’t see inside. That’s the way they all are. Oh. So
lets go. Ok.” I start jay-walking across the road, and get half
way between the traffic, then I stop and panic.

“I get it! The windows are all tinted up so no one can see
what goes on in there. What is in there? What if people go in
and are never seen again? What if I go in there and they kid-nap
me, drug me up, and force me to perform in their sex movies?
Hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. I’ll probably be pretty good at
it. Come on, get real, nothing like that is going
to happen.” Now I look to the left and right of me, and realized
I froze in the middle of the road. I’m starting to act like that
girl in the story At The Mall.

“That’s it! No more hesitating. Your going in that store,
your going now, and your not going to chicken out!” I walk.
Across the street. Across the parking lot. Now I’m approaching
the door. The whole time I’m scanning the front window to see if
I can get any idea of what’s inside before I have to comment to
going in. I still have the escape option to veer off to the
submarine shop beside it if I just can’t go through with it. As
I get closer, I notice I can see into the store through the mail
drop slot, but the only thing I can see is the floor of the
store. Now I’m committed, I’m too close to the door to make it
look like I was going to any other place. I franticly look for a
open or closed sign, but I can’t find anything. Now I’m wishing
the door to be locked. I pull the door, and its open.

“Dam! You did it now. I was just bluffing. I didn’t want
to go in here. Now here we are in perverts heaven. How are we
gonna get out of this one now? Turn around! Abort! Abort! I
repeat abort the mission!” It’s too late. Just the repetitive
procedure of opening a door and entering it didn’t allow me to do
anything in between. Once it started, I couldn’t stop, I didn’t
know how. I never opened a door half way before then turned
around. Try it some day, once you start opening a door it takes
a lot of mental effort to just let it go and turn around without
entering. To make matters worst, the door hasn’t even closed
behind me and the clerk starts talking to me.

‘Hi there, good afternoon. How are you today?’

“Shit! Why is he talking to me? I hate it when store
clerks talk to me.” And that’s in regular stores. I get all
nervous and want to leave, so you could imagine my panic now.
Surprising a calm confident voice leaves my mouth.

‘Oh, good afternoon. I’m ok’ I wipe the snow off my shoes
on the matt and walk the rest of the way into the store.

“He must have been talking to me, I’m the only one in the
store.” I continue to walk into the store right up to the
counter, glancing at the shelves on my way.

‘I never been in one of these stores before, so you just
have movies and magazines. I guess you don’t have any gadgets
and toys?’

‘No, but we will have soon.’ Now I notice there’s another
guy sitting behind the counter, but the first guy does the
talking and goes into a kinda sales pitch. I nod and look
interested.

‘I see, ya, well I just thought I’d stop in and look around.
I see these places popping up all over the place so I finally
decided to check it out’

“You mean you finally got the nerve to go into one of these
stores. Ssshhh! Let’s just look around and get out ok.” The
clerk goes on saying more stuff, but I’m already to caught up in
the covers of the videos just off to my left. Since he’s on my
right, he’s not blocking my view. Good thing for him, because
I’m being so unconsciously rude now, and so into the titles, that
I might of just pushed him aside if he was.

“Pay attention! Don’t want to look like a
drooling pervert” Good timing I caught myself just as he was
going into his closing statements and answer with a polite,

‘Thanks’ So I turn to the shelves and start browsing, and
just then the second guy jumps up and says,

‘And next weeks special will be on whips and chains!’ We
all laugh, and I continue browsing. As I go through the store I
realize this place really well laid out. Everything is
categorized and presented professionally.

“This place is better maintained than some regular video
stores I’ve been in. What did you expect, a pack of dirty old
men hovering over a box of unmarked tapes” They had everything:
Girls on Girls, Bigins, Oral, Anal, Black, White, Asian, and
Inter-racial, Adventure, Sports, Kinky, Detective, Couples,
Amateur, even New releases. And I sure I didn’t see them all.
They even had a Gay Men self, but I quickly walked by that
section. I didn’t want the store clerks to see me looking
interestedly at that self, they might think I was gay (not that
there’s anything wrong with that). So I completely circled the
shop and made my way back to the counter.

‘Well thanks, have a nice day’

“I’m outta here!” But then suddenly the clerk came from
around the counter.

‘Well since you took the time to come in and see the place,
I might as well tell you a little more about ourselves’

“Oh no, here it comes. They’re gonna tell me I can’t leave.
The make-shift studio is in the basement and tonight I’m the
guest star. Get a grip” He actually goes on to
tell me that every movie in the store can be bought or rented.
The price to buy is $69.95 and to rent is $4.99. Also, when you
buy a movie you can trade it in at some later date and half it’s
purchase price will be put towards anything else you buy. Then
he showed me a special sale shelf where the movies where going
for 3 for the price of 1. He said people could even become
members and get some special privileges. Like a product list,
mail catalogues, etc.

‘Well, I wasn’t planing to get anything today, but I’ll
probably come back and get something over the weekend.’

‘Ok, so see you later. Have a nice day.’

‘Ok, thanks again, bye’ “See that wasn’t so bad.”

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Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:54:18 +0000

Lisa tapped the table in front of her a little too
impatiently. She had to write a term paper on the rise and fall
of the Roman Empire for her world history class. It was beyond
her why she even had to take a world history class for a degree
in business. She looked around the library. Everyone was absorbed
in a book of some kind. She just couldn’t concentrate. She kept
thinking about the biker she had met down at the beach over the
summer. Their friendship lasted a whole two days, but the
soreness between her legs lasted a week. It was fun but now it
was over and she had to get to work.
“Time to take a break,” she said to herself. She got up and
went to the wall covered with a rack of magazines. A cover caught
her eye whose headline proclaimed,”How To Drive Men Wild”. She
picked it up and muttered,”Yeah, teach ME something.” A coupon
for a subscription fell out onto the floor. She leaned over to
pick it up noticing a piercing stare from behind. Or should we
say, at her behind. Looking at him upside down, she stared back.
She picked up the coupon and stood up straight. The librarian
looked back at the assorted index cards laid out on his desk with
a noticable blush in his cheeks. Lisa shoved the coupon into
the magazine and put the tabloid back onto the shelf. He looked a
little smug but also very embarrassed.
Lisa sauntered over to the desk. The burning in his cheeks
became almost scarlet. She whispered,”Excuse me, could you help
me with something?” He looked up startled.
“Yes,” he crackled and cleared his throat. “Sure, what do
you need?” She laughed huskily at the question and answered,”Well
what I need and what you can help me with are probably two
different things. I was wondering if you had any books on how to
give terrific oral sex.” His face became dark with embarrassment.
He stammered not knowing quite what to say.
“Um, I guess…if we had…anything….it’d be in the card
catalog at the center of the library.” He fiddled nervously with
the index cards and dropped a couple in the process. She leaned
over his desk and said,”You dropped some,” staring noticeably at
the hard-on that was under his perfectly pressed pants. She
looked directly in his eyes,”Not bad, I could use you for some
research, but you’re probably real busy.” He nodded his head
furiously agreeing with her. She continued,”What? I can use you
or that you’re real busy.”
“I… could….help you, that is if you needed some kind of
help with research…or something.”
She nodded her head slowly, not breaking the stare into his
eyes,”Yeah, there is something. I’ll be over by the reference
materials if there’s a chance you can…help me.” She walked back
over to her table jotting a few notes from out of an open book
and watched out of the corner of her eye as the librarian
struggled to get one of the volunteers to take the desk for a
while. Even from where she sat, she could faintly hear his
stuttering rambling. Lisa wondered if that is what he sounded
like during sex, a bunch of ramblings and stutters. Finally he
made his way over to the table and leaned over from the other
side. He was visibly nervous.
“This….uh project…that you’re working on….that you
needed some research. How could I help you?” It was pretty slow
for an evening in the library and nobody was around the table to
hear her response to the question.
“Well,” she started,”that was basically an excuse to talk to
you. I am working on a project but it’s not on oral sex. It’s
just that once I got up to the desk to talk to you, that’s all
that popped into my head. I just thought to myself,’I wonder if I
could deep throat that guy, he looks pretty big.’ You know you’ve
been walking around tonight with a hard on and I guess it’s been
getting to me.”
He was stunned and visibly searching for something to say.
He clearly wasn’t offended and clearly was excited. With a
strange calmness he said,”I think we should talk about this in my
office.” She smiled and nodded extreme agreement. She gathered up
her books and followed him to a room next to the fiction area. He
motioned her into it and shut the door behind them, turning on a
light revealing a simple but very nice office.
“Look I’m going to be nosy,” she said,”You look about 35 to
40 years old. Why would a guy like you be a librarian?” He told
her that he was an author and that it wasn’t for any money
because he was already set for life. She was a little skeptical
but didn’t care. She just didn’t want to hear that he was queer
or something. She put her books down on the desk and walked over
to him. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper
slowly prolonging the moment. He was really turned on, she could
feel his cock under the zipper. He said,”Wait a second,” and led
her over to his leather chair and sat down so she could kneel in
front of him. He helped her pull his pants down to his ankles.
“You DO have a lock on the door, right?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said impatiently. She wrapped her hand
around his strong cock that was already big enough to hang a flag
onto it. Starting from the bottom of his balls she took cat licks
up the length of his organ to the head. As she stroked the base
of it, she took all she could of his eight inches, fucking him
with her well trained mouth. He ran his hands through her long
hair, softly moaning. She took him with long deep strokes with
her mouth. As she went up his cock, she’d quickly lick and kiss
the head before descending again to swallow. His eyes were
closed, receiving the pleasure like it were a dream. She reached
down and unbuttoned her skirt and blouse. She also unhooked the
front of her bra. She stopped long enough to quickly stand up and
shed her clothes to the floor. He pulled her on top of him and
squeezed her ass as her naked body rubbed against his wet cock.
He pulled off his tie and shirt, tossing them onto the floor
revealing his muscular chest. She licked a nipple playfully and
his cock twitched. She stood up and leaned her ass against the
desk, offering her crotch to him. He stood and reached past her,
literally shoving everything off the desk except the lamp.
Blotter, pens, books, paper clips, and stapler hit the floor and
scattered. She hopped up and leaned back onto her elbows and
crooked a finger at him. Instead he sat back in his chair and
stated flatly,”Make yourself wet enough for me, finger fuck
yourself, baby. Then I’ll give you the fucking of your life.” She
smirked. For the stuttering librarian she thought he was, he sure
could talk dirty. Probably looking at the covers of all those
romance novels got to him after a while. She spread her legs to
give him a good view and started fingering her clit. She pulled
her hand back up to lick her fingers and continue. He sat
watching almost mezmerized, slowing stroking himself. It was a
little strange having someone watch her but it wasn’t a bad turn
on. She pictured his massive cock sliding in and out of her, the
head of his cock ramming into her womb. He was huge and thick and
when she had wrapped her hand around the bottom of his cock, her
fingers didn’t touch. She shoved three fingers into her pussy,
almost bringing herself to an orgasm, when he wheeled his leather
chair closer the desk and licked her fingers as she brought them
out of her dripping cunt. He licked each finger completely as
though he was giving head to each one. The role reversal cracked
her up. As she manipulated her clit, he licked and sucked the
juices out of her pussy. His clean shaven face except for a
moustache was smooth against her thighs. Then he pushed her
fingers away so he could get better access to her clit. It stuck
out with being so stimulated. He sucked on her clit and slid two
fingers into her pussy. She was wet and ready, but it could only
get better. He softly nibbled on her, taking in the perfume she
no doubtedly had sprayed earlier on her cunt hair. Had she
actually planned something like this? It didn’t matter. He
slipped in an extra finger and she started moaning. He wanted her
hot and eager and just at the throes of an orgasm. As she started
bucking her hips slightly he stopped. She looked at him puzzled.
“Just count to ten,” he said. “Believe me, it’ll feel great
when you cum.” She weakly counted to ten. “Come here.”
He motioned her to sit on top of him. She went to maneuver his
cock and he tapped her fingers. “Not yet.” She straddled his legs
as he cupped her breasts. He sucked on one as he pinched the
nipple of the other one. His moustache tickled the smooth skin of
her breast but this was no time to laugh. He reached down with a
hand slid a finger across her clit. She was really turned on and
wanted him. She moved against him indicating her want. “Say it,”
he said. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
As she touched his hard cock like a precious statue
reverantly she whispered,”I want your big cock inside me, honey.
I want you to fuck me senseless. Make me cum.” She leaned over
and sucked on his earlobe and whispered,”You got me so wet and
turned on, stick it in me, baby.”
“Well, turn around and straddle me.” She did as she was
instructed. Somehow, the seducer had turned into the seduced,
which suited her fine when she was in the mood and she was
definitely in the mood. “Ok, lower yourself onto it.” As she
brought her pussy down, he rubbed the head against her clit. She
held it still and sat down on his cock. As she started moving up
and down, he reached around and put on hand on her left breast
and another crawled down to her pussy. His fingers touched and
caressed and tugged a bit on her lips. He played with her clit,
first rubbing slow, then rubbing faster until she felt like she
was going to explode. Then he stopped, as though he knew.
Then as the mounting orgasm started to fade before it hit,
he started again very slowly. His hands started rubbing all over
her body. Her breasts, her belly, hips, legs and back to her ass.
He grabbed her ass and gripped tightly. Then he let a finger
stray to her asshole. She felt the orgasm starting to come back
from inside her and she started pumping faster. His finger when
all the way inside her. This time he let her cum, it came
crashing into her like a brickwall. Her pussy held onto his cock
tightly, almost not wanting it to release at all. He pulled out
his finger and stood up and faced him. Words escaped her. She
felt she should say..SOMETHING. He grinned broadly and
growled,”Pretty wild, huh?” She exhaled and said,”Yeah, you could
say that and more!”
“I’ll give you a few minutes to recoup and then I want my
jollies met.” She looked down and he was still brandishing his
hard-on as big as ever. She saw he had a water cooler and asked
for a drink. He got up and got it for her. She held the fragile
paper cup and sipped the cold water. She crumpled the cup and
tossed it in the trashcan. “Ready,” he asked.
“Sure!”
“Ok, just lay back on the desk, with your butt on the
edge.”
She obliged and he stood behind the desk and inserted his cock
inside her pussy. He held onto her hips as he slowly pumped into
her. He leaned to her and kissed her tenderly, tasting the cool
water still on her tongue. She felt the hair on his chest, soaked
in sweat, rubbing into her tits. The coarse damp hair turned her
on as it ground into her. He stepped up his pace and his
breathing became more audible. She felt him ramming deeper and
deeper into her insatiable cunt. She gripped him inside her as
hard as she could to his rhythms. He was panting hard, trying to
hold off his orgasm, until he couldn’t any longer. He rammed hard
and kept it in her as he came. They locked eyes. His devilish
smile came back. He pulled out his half limp, dripping tool.
“You know,” he said, “you waltz in here, fuck me and I
don’t even know your name.”
“Lisa D’Marillion. Don’t worry, I have a library card, in
case you’re pushing one on me.” He chuckled.
“No, I’m not pushing a card. I’m just hoping you’ll need
more work on the term paper in the future.”
“Hey, Mr. Librarian, speaking of names…”
“Tom, Tom Nickleson, so do you think your research is done
or will you need further help?”
“Well, Tom, you never know when I’ll need some good hard
studying some evening. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” She got up and
picked up her skirt. As she dressed he asked,”Did you plan all
this, not that I mind….but…”
She was buttoning her blouse and said,”I really do have a
paper to do sometime, but you WERE walking around with that hard-
on and I couldn’t concentrate! I just couldn’t help myself,
Mr.Librarian.
“You better come back soon, or I might have to levy some
overdue penalties on your card.”
“Well, my number’s in your files. You can punch my card
anytime.” She kissed him, collected her books off the floor and
disappeared into the night. After the door shut, he started to
put on his shirt. The door opened slowly.
“Come back for more already, baby?”
“Excuse me…MR NICKLESON??!!” His middle-aged, mousey
secretary was in shock yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. He
slipped on his pants and said rather calmly, “Mrs. Johnson, don’t
you ever knock? I have to go look up something in the card files,
could you please be dear and straighten up this mess?” He zipped
his zipper and walked out to the desk.

Love gone places

Administrator — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:30:39 +0000

Atlanta has always been a fun town for me, but this trip had been
even better. I had ordered a custom Jeep from an Atlanta
customizer. Having a big-wheel four wheel drive vehicle had been
a dream for a long time and the time had finally arrived.

We signed the papers late in the evening, so after tooling around
town for a while, I had rented a motel room, planning to get an
early start back to Alabama. I overslept and after breakfast and
checking out of the motel, I didn’t get on the road until after
eight.

I quickly noticed a benefit to the large wheels I had not
anticipated. It put me way above the rest of the traffic and I
had a great view. But the view was even better from time to time
as I would pass cars and look down to see lovely legs through the
window. Occasionally, I would even catch a glimpse of frilly
panties peeking out.

I put the Jeep’s cruise control on 73 mph after I got out of the
metro area. I figured that there would be fools going a lot
faster that would get the unwanted attention from those Georgia
Patrol cars that seemed to lurk everywhere on the interstate. Up
ahead, I noticed a red convertible with long blond hair flying in
the wind. My speed was a little faster than hers so I slowly
crept up on her. As I closed in, I heard the sound of her stereo
system blasting over the wind noise. The music must have covered
the sound of the Jeep, because there was no reaction as I drew
along side the lady.

To my delight, the lovely lady seemed to have other things on her
mind. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was busy frigging her
pussy inside her panties, keeping time with the beat of the
music. It looked like she was having a ball as she cruised. I
had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching the
display at the same time. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me for a
while so I could keep watching.

Finally, she reached for something on the seat beside her and saw
me. Her only reaction was to lower her sunglasses to get a
better look at me. She must have liked what she saw, because
she reached back into her panties, glancing up at me with a
smile.

We were well into a long deserted stretch of highway and I saw
her check her mirror for other cars. Seeing none, the blond
reached down and unbuttoned the four buttons keeping her short
skirt closed. The sides fell back to reveal her bikini panties,
crotch dark with her dampness. She looked back up at me as if
for approval as she stroked herself through the frilly garment.
I was grinning like an idiot and my dick was becoming
uncomfortable as it expanded in my jeans. I reached inside to
shift my rod and felt the wetness of my precum already flowing.
This horny doll was making me ache.

I looked back down and the slim creature pulled the waistband of
her underwear out so I could see her bush, gleaming wetly. Then
she turned on her cruise control, made sure the wheels were
straight, then let go of the steering wheel to grab the sides of
her panties and jerk them down past her shapely hips. She
grabbed the wheel with one hand, working the frilly nothings the
rest of the way off with the other. Now her gorgeous pussy was
fully exposed to my view. Not needing her feet for the pedals,
she turned slightly sideways and put her right leg across the
seat, spreading her cunt wide for me. Her hand reached down and
opened the lips, showing me her shiny clit protruding from the
slit. Her eyes were on the road as she exposed herself to me,
her hand busily jamming two fingers into her dripping hole.

She drew her slick fingers out of her hot pussy and encircled her
clit again, flicking it back and forth. Her fingers flew faster
and faster in her quim and her driving became erratic. I knew
this was getting dangerous so I touched my horn to get her
attention. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and I pointed to
myself, then at her, then off to the side of the road.

She looked thoughtful for a minute, then nodded and beckoned me
to follow her. She floored her convertible and pulled ahead. I
hoped fervently that none of the Georgia Patrol were around right
now. I pressed on the gas to keep up with the horny doll and we
soon passed 90 mph.

Two exits passed, then I saw her turn signal as she took the
offramp. The blonde barely slowed at the intersection. We were
on a deserted tree-lined backroad that reminded me of Gone with
the Wind scenery. After about four miles, she indicated a left
turn and pulled off on to a dirt road that led into the trees. A
hundred yards or so in, she came to a stop in the shade of a huge
old oak tree and hopped out. I pulled in behind her as she sat
on the trunk of her car. I had a real shit-eating grin on my
face as I went up to her.

I started to ask her name, but she clapped her hand to my lips
and shook her head vigorously. She lay back on the hot trunk lid
and spread her legs, pulling her skirt up as she went. I looked
down into her lovely cunt, still dripping with her juices. I
grabbed her cunt hair in my fist and shook it gently. She moaned
softly. I propped my knees on the bumper and put my face in her
crotch. She smelled delicious! I snaked out my tongue and
flicked her clit. She thrust her pussy up at me but I backed
off, waiting till she relaxed to flick the little bud again. I
teased her like this for several minutes, them sucked her clit
into my mouth and knawed on it gently. She went wild, bucking
her snatch on my tongue. I slurped at her center of pleasure,
then without warning slid three fingers deep into her cunt,
curling them to press on her G-spot. She immediately went into a
massive orgasm, her sauce flooding out around my digits as I
jammed them furiously into her belly.

I slowed my thrusts as she wound down from her high. After a few
moments to catch her breath, she slid from the trunk and dropped
to her knees in front of me, her hands scrambling at my belt and
zipper. She finally got them open and pulled down my pants and
shorts in one fell swoop. My cock was rigid and bounced in her
face. She clamped her lips on it and sucked me deep into her
throat, running her tongue around and around the underside as she
bobbed her head. Heaven! She was a very accomplished cocksucker
because I could feel her muscles milk my cock in the back of her
throat. It was almost more than I could stand!

I looked down and saw that she had shoved her hand back into her
cunt, playing with her clit and fingerfucking herself as she gave
me pleasure. Finally, I reached under her shoulders and drew her
up, then spun her around and pushed her down over the trunk. She
stretched out and arched her ass in the air. Her skirt had
fallen to cover her glorious ass, so I dropped to my knees behind
her and slid the material up over her extended buttocks. I
couldn’t resist another taste, so I gave her sopping hole a long
lick from her tender bud all the way back to her wrinkled little
back door, pausing to wiggle my tongue in as far as I could.

Then I stood up and positioned myself behind her. She reached
back and grabbed my dick, pulling me forward so that it was at
the entrance to her pussy. I waited a moment to build the
anticipation, then drove my cock into her as hard as I could,
immediately pounding in and out of her as fast as possible. She
started grunting as the pleasure built until she was screaming
softly. I knew I was getting close to exploding and was going to
slow down to wait for her, but then I could tell from the
clenching of her vaginal muscles that she was entering another
orgasm. I drove my rod into her even harder as she began to cum
and felt the sperm start to boil up from my balls.

As her climax hit her, she started to scream for real and I hoped
that the hundred yards we were off the road would be enough, but
then I didn’t care anymore as I blasted my seed into her belly.
Jet after jet spurted into her as I emptied my balls into this
lovely darling, her slick cunt still squeezing my cock as though
to get the last drop from me.

Exhausted, I fell back onto the ground with my arm over my eyes,
still reveling in the strange pleasure of fucking a woman whose
name I did not know. I heard her car start and looked up to see
her driving around the big old oak tree. She stopped beside me
and held out a piece of paper. With my pants still around my
ankles and her passion juices dripping off my now-flaccid cock, I
stood up to take the paper. She smiled her beautiful smile at me
again, then drove off. I looked at the paper and saw that it had
her name and an Atlanta phone number on it.

“Call me next time you’re in Atlanta.” the note read.

I smiled to my self as I made myself presentable , got back into
my new Jeep and continued my trip back home to Alabama. I
stopped by my lady’s house on the way in to show off the Jeep.
She asked me if I had any fun on the trip and I said with a smile
“Yeah, Once-In-A-While!”

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There I sat, naked in the window for all of downtown Spokane to
see. Slowly my hands crept towards my semi-erect penis. I like to
start masturbating before my cock gets hard so I can play with the
foreskin. I pull it all the way back and watch as my pink cockhead
comes into sight and bends down slightly. As I was doing this I was
totally engrossed with the pleasure it was causing and completely
forgot where I was.
I like to tease myself at first, I just stroke slowly until I get
hard. Then casually continue, in no hurry at all. When I get hard
I continue to pull the foreskin all the way back and forth so it
rubs against my glans and gets the precum flowing like a river.
Only after doing this for awhile did I look out the window and
remember where I was but by this time I did not care.
I spread my legs wide because I like to feel my balls bounce
against my crotch. I did this by the window and began beating off
really hard totally oblivious to all who might be watching. I like
to stroke really hard and alternately tense up and relax, this
causes my balls to slap against my crotch and then stop. Combining
this with a tight grip around my the head of my cock easily brings
me to climax quickly. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm my
breathing got heavier and I began to gyrate my hips as though I was
fucking the air. Usually I slow down to delay my orgasm a bit and
prolong the experience but there was no stopping this cum.
My whole body twitched and I arched my back and shot spurt after
glorious spurt of warm cum into the air. I heard the first few
shots splatter on the wall behind me and then felt the rest
splatter on my chest and crotch. I continued to stroke as I eased
back into the sitting position. The remaining cum began to dribble
down my cock onto my hand so I used it as lube to stroke the rest
out.

Masturbate near the window

Administrator — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 16:28:10 +0000

I sat against one of the walls and stretched my legs out and
checked out the view. Down below the city was hustling and bustling
like any other Friday but somehow the window acted like a barrier
between me and the ruckus below. All around me were other high
rises, they were fairly close but I couldn’t make out any of the
activity within them. Above them loomed a clear blue cloudless sky,
truly a perfect day.
I then started wondering if people in the other buildings ever
caught glimpses of naked bodies in my hotel. How many times had
they seen a couple making love or lounging around in the buff after
a shower or masturbating. Then it occurred to me that perhaps they
had seen me naked when I was getting ready for my shower. Perhaps
they should see me masturbate too!
After seriously checking out the area around me for any obvious
means of causing trouble and making sure my door was locked I again
sat down on the ledge, minus my towel. At first I sat with my knees
pulled up to my chest and my cock hidden between my body and my
legs and looked out the window. It felt incredible, the sun was
beating against the window and covering me with warmth. I was
wondering if I would have the guts to go through with it when I
finally said “What the hell” and lowered my legs.

Choosing a dildo

Administrator — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:47:14 +0000

whistles…ok….OK…When do you need it?….uh soon….You mean you want me
to go to the ADULT STORE…. Uh yes…that was my idea. My friend lost his
cool…..HELL NO!!! NO WAY…I am not going to enter THAT place…

Uh..ok…thanks anyway … So…now what to do…I needed that
dildo….so I asked another friend…hey ….would you do me a favor.?
Anything for you doll…(he talks like a petty gangster..and I still don’t
know what he does for a living..and I am afraid to find out..) Ok…would you
go to the Adult store and pick me up a dildo….Sure…no problem (hmmm this
was too easy!!!)(Hey ya know sweetie..we really ought to get together
sometime…you know you turn me on….)(Uh…uh..no thanks…lets just stay
friends ok?)(ok…just asking….)(So…when should we meet to pick it
up…)(I will call you Monday….) Needless to say….like every other promise
that this guy has made….he breaks this one and never calls…. Yours truly
had a decision to make….I NEEDED that dildo…no question about it….So
folks….I decided to BRAVE THE ADULT STORE!!!! I drove up to the place
around 6pm that evening….(and yes…there were around 15 cars parked
outside..as usual…) and sat there in the car getting my courage up.

Finally…I decided to take a deep breath and go in…Got out of the
car..and slinked my way to the door….went inside….THE PLACE WAS EMPTY….I
have no idea where all the other people were..and I don’t think I care to find
out..(grin) but my eye soon settled on a WALL FULL of dildos of every shape
size and color you could imagine…and some that even a vivid imagination
could not imagine!!!! There were big ones..and bigger ones..and HUGE ones
that make me shudder to think of….spiked ones…ones with cranks in the
bottom of the shaft to make em squirm….studded ones…ones with vibrators
inside of them… A regular museum for lovers of the male flesh….YES!!! My
cheeks were flushed and I got a little dizzy as I remembered the purpose of my
visit to this…this…PLACE…and I took one dildo down from the
wall…hefted it in my hand…and considered its purchase…and I though to
myself….Could I fit something like this into my hungering pussy? Would it
not split me in two??? or even worse??? NEXT one…This one was a bit
smaller…only around 10 inches…(and 10 inches is a LOT of cock,….) and it
had a metal crank on the end…I decided that I did not want to chance having
anything cold and hard like the crank bump into my swollen tissues…and I put
that one back. After long and careful examination…(too bad they didn’t have
a try before you buy policy) I chose what I consider to be the perfect
dildo…not TOO big, and very lifelike except for one little detail…it was
BRIGHT pink! With flaming cheeks I fumbled in my bag and paid the very bored
looking clerk the money for the dildo..and then left the store….

I ran into a problem…if I came home with a package…it might cause some
comments….so…I tried to place the dildo in my bag which is by no means a
small one….The damn thing wouldn’t fit…..at least not right away….I do
confess that eventually I did jam it into my bag..and came home…..and got
the thing…the dildo…(excuse me) put away in a safe place… So now I am
the proud owner of a dildo…..and I got it myself…..and braved the awful
reputation of the adult store…. But I still wonder…..where the hell were
the rest of the people????? Who knows..maybe I will have to go back there
someday…and then I will find out…… Vibrators anyone????

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Boy Learning

Administrator — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:42:10 +0000

My sex life didn’t begin with shapely,
beautiful, walking wet-dreams throwing me down the on playground and
fucking my brains out. Way back then, if a girl liked you, she hit you a
lot and pestered you in the most annoying way. To a boy who couldn’t
even spell hormones yet, let alone know what they were, this was not a
person you wanted to be near. To me, girls were to be avoided. Somewhere
along the line, I realized I was
stronger than the girls who were hitting me, so it was only logical that
I should start to hit them back.
This was when I first enrolled in the course; Big Brothers – 101.
Looking back at this period of time in my life, it’s really a shame my
school didn’t include the subject on their report cards. My parents
would have definitely been more proud of me. There were so many Big
Brothers, and those of us who attended their classes had a difficult
time graduating. Besides learning the relationship between a cold
compress and a black eye, I was taught how to properly re-align mangled
fingers, the different techniques of stopping a bleeding nose, shown
that, yes, I could be lifted up by the ears just like a puppy, and for
the last lesson I was amazed to learn the tiny things hanging between my
legs had nothing at all to do with how much pee I could retain before I
finally had to find a toilet. The small and hard to control rubbery
organ, which I seldom pulled out in time anyway, was primarily there for
pain! Big Brothers always hit or kicked these first so they must be
protected at all times.
With all this new knowledge, I focused my attention on sports and
stopped hitting little girls. I felt thought if someone I was competing
against in a sport hit me, I could justifiably and probably hit them
back without the threat of retaliation from a Big Brother. From the age
of 7 until I turned 16, I ran up against a whole different set of
problems, though. Not to appear boastful, but I was pretty good at
almost every sport I tried out for. I didn’t have any silly dreams of
becoming an All American. I just wanted to be good enough to make
everyone forget about Johnny Unitas, Wilt Chamberlain and Sandy Koufax.
But again, those dreaded girls came out of the woodwork. Thankfully,
they had retired their Mohammed Ali like jabs and, more importantly,
their brothers were chained up in basements, or in jail where they
belonged. The girls now began giving me these strange looks instead of
hitting me, and started to ask me to walk them home from school, like I
was some kind of bodyguard. A few even suggested we do our homework
together. Boy, these frilly little things sure were dumb. I could take
the garbage out at home by myself! I had to be told 8 or 9 dozen times,
but I certainly didn’t need their help doing it. Little did I know all
of their kindness made these girls even more dangerous. To be fair, they
weren’t this way intentionally. Anyway, this was when I enrolled in my
second extracurricular studies; ‘The Disposition of a Jealous
Boyfriend’.
I can’t really say this course was more difficult than ‘Big Brothers’,
but I sure did hate all the pop-quizzes. You know the ones I’m talking
about, where you walk around a corner and suddenly four or five guys are
standing there, looking at you as if you just said something bad about
ALL of their mothers. If the female readers of this story think men have
no idea what it’s like to be gang-banged, you’re mistaken! Some of us
have a pretty fair idea of what it must feel like. The best result of
the class ‘Jealous Boyfriends’ was that our family doctor and I became
close friends. I also learned a lot about hospital emergency room
procedures and X-ray machines.
After a particularly hard homework assignment from two jealous guys
and three of their friends one afternoon, I was waiting in the
antiseptic hallway of my new campus; “The Hospital of Forms, Forms, and
More Forms’. As people walked by, I was trying to keep my crotch
covered. Being 18 at the time, I thought everyone wanted to see how big
or small I was down there. Nobody was really sneaking any peaks, but
they kept giving me these funny looks.
“What happened this time, Ken?” a soft voice asked.
It was Mrs. Unbelievable, a young and very attractive volunteer worker
I first met when I had my nose broken a couple years back, and who I
last saw a few months ago when my friendly doctor finally fixed the
hernia left over from my ‘Big Brother’ days.
“I think my arm and a couple of my fingers are broke this time.” I
replied, lifting my left hand up and forgetting all about the gown.
Although it hurt like hell and tears came to my eyes, I wanted to show
her it beat the shit out of getting kicked in the nuts again.
“That looks painful so why don’t you put your hand back in your lap,
and we’ll get you over to X-ray.”
When her gentle fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist to place my
hand down, the pain disappeared. I suddenly became aware of two things.
Her tits! Those magnificent, missile-shaped mountains of flesh were
almost poking me in the eyes. I could even see the white lace covering
them up beneath her blouse.
“You can cut my hand off, just don’t move.” I found myself mumbling.
Luckily, Mrs. Bountiful-Boobs misinterpreted my words.
“You’re such a baby! Of course we have to move you. If your arm and
fingers really are broken, the doctor will have to reset them but I
promise he won’t have to amputate your hand.”
I almost jumped out of the wheelchair when I felt her hands on my
thighs, trying to close the gown.
“Honestly, Ken! I think you’re a bit of a show-off! You’re always
putting this thing on the wrong way.”
“Everyone can see my rear end if I wear it the other way!”
“Would you rather they see something else? Oh well, just keep it
closed until I get you to X-ray.”
I was definitely going to keep it closed! I now had a hard-on you
wouldn’t believe, and it wouldn’t go away!
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Mrs. Juggernaut-Jugs asked
when we reached the elevator.
I couldn’t reply. I had lost the ability to speak the moment her tits
started bouncing up and down on my head while she wheeled me through the
hospital. I then felt her leaning over me, the front of her soft
warheads poking into my shoulders now.
“Don’t you think you should cover up again?” she almost whispered as
the elevator doors opened.
I don’t believe I’ll ever be more embarrassed as I was then. I looked
up and saw two girls, maybe 17 or 18, both of them wearing the red
stripped outfits and both of them giggling their heads off while staring
at my lap. I must have been dreaming about Mrs. Nike Missiles because my
dick was harder than ever and sticking straight up out of the gown I had
on backward.
“I’m sure you two have something better to do,” my private Florence
Nightinggale said, “so stop embarrassing this poor boy and move out of
the way.”
Just before she pushed my wheelchair, I leaned my head back to beg her
to wait for the next elevator. While gazing at the two perfumed beauties
only inches above me, my hand slipped and out popped my dick again. I
must have looked like someone who just received a lobotomy, cause all I
could do was drool over the two lace covered mounds which were about to
smother me.
When her hands closed the front of my gown and then patted it in
place, I went off like a rocket! My dick sprang free once more and waved
around, spraying my cum like I had never done in the bathroom back home.
No, the two girls in the elevator didn’t suddenly drop to their knees
and start devouring my dick. And no, Mrs. Make-Me-Lose-Control didn’t
begin to lick my eruption from her fingers and beg me for more. In my
mind they did all this, but in reality the two girls began laughing
their asses off and Mrs. Baker (the volunteer’s real name) jumped away
from me like I had some dreadful contagious disease.
After finishing in the X-Ray department, someone else wheeled me over
to get a cast put on my broken hand and arm. The coaches at school cried
a little, but I didn’t tell them what really happened. After all, I
still had other limbs to worry about!
Yes, the story of how I acted like a sex pervert by jacking-off in the
elevator had run the rumor mill even before I was released. My friendly
doctor told me the version he heard, and I gave him mine after he
explained Mrs. Baker could be fired because of what happened. The only
good thing about the whole incident was how everything was blown out of
proportion. All the female nurses kept checking me out with sly smiles,
and several offered to help me into my street clothes. Of course, I
wasn’t as big and didn’t come as much as all the rumors said, but who
was I to spoil all those dreams (I’m talking about mine, not all the
nurses).

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Administrator — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:33:19 +0000

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.

As a truck passed I awoke, looking around I noticed the man
in the other car still there and not aware I was in my car. He
was looking down and suddenly I noticed a blond woman’s head
bobbing over his lap. He was smiling while watching her head bob.
As time went on she stopped and sat up. She was wearing no top
and had perfect tits and body (from what I could see).

They kissed as I went unnoticed (thank God). Soon she
started to climb onto his lap ( I must be sleeping I thought ).
There she was bouncing up and down on his lap with me watching. I
couldn’t believe this would be happening in broad day light. As I
watched from my laid-back position this wonderful woman would
slow and speedup as her lover held and fondled her tits. This
went on for quite a while (What staying power!!), with her
leaning over for her lover to take her tits into his mouth. After
they had enough fucking she laid back against the passengers door
and lifted her legs . The man, of course, lowered his head and
return the pleasure she had given him earlier.

The position she was in, however, gave away my hiding place.
At first she seemed reluctant but she didn’t stop him. She did
put on dark sunglasses so I couldn’t see her eyes or where she
was looking. I suspect she was excited by watching me watch her.
They again changed positions with her on top bouncing away. This
time she spent time looking over to my car. I was trying to hide
myself the best I could, but watching this beautiful woman was
ssoooo gooodddd…When they had finally reached climax she just
sat on top of him. I relaxed suspecting they would leave soon.

That’s when I heard the car door open. As I looked over at
them, she had gotten out of the car NAKED, and walked to the
passenger side of their car, got in, and got dressed. Well, show
was over. As they pulled away she looked back and waived…

Not much of a rest but well worth the stop. They have been
back again.
Maybe I’ll write another letter describing those and other events
I have witnessed..This is for real. Anyone else have a similar
experience they would like to share???…

I love Washington !!!!

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Administrator — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 13:29:26 +0000

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.

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Each nerve seemed more
alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my own hand
to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic
hair. I have never had very much and what is there is sparse
and soft. Because of the blond color, it seems almost
invisible. But that would not be enough. I knew every hair must
be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across
my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within
the delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled
perception of fear. Starting at the top and then moving down
and back, I paid special attention to the small fine hairs
around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the
vagina and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay
back in the water, my eyes closed, and ran my fingers across
the now smoothed pussy confirming that indeed all its hair was
gone.

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Wild Fuck And ToysMy face became hot and flushed. I looked over my shoulder as
though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts. My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its
cloth touched my nipples they became so sensitive I found my
hand moving beneath the cloth, cupping the soft underside of my
breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make sure the
feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower,
began bathing each other and as they rubbed the soap on the
others bodies I became aware of my other hand slipping between
my own legs, pressing hard against myself, trying to hold in
the response that was beginning to rise within my body. After
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair.
When they finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their
embraces. As I watched their lovemaking and gazed upon their
newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced my first orgasm. I
found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as
I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm.

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Administrator — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:59:54 +0000

John is one of my favorite lovers. He’s exciting and sexy and has
a great sense of humor. We’ve been lovers and friends for well over a year,
but I’ve never met him. I couldn’t describe him to any of my friends, and
only a few even know about him because not everyone would understand how
I can have a lover I’ve never met. No, he is not a fantasy or an imaginary
friend. He’s a very real man who happens to live in Chicago while I
live in New York.
I suppose that we don’t really live that far apart — especially in
this age of jet airplanes — and would have been able to meet by now if
we wanted to. Maybe we’re both afraid to meet each other — afraid that
we wouldn’t click in person — or maybe we prefer the lack of responsibility
inherent in our present relationship. Whatever the subconscious reasons, if
either of us has ever been in the other’s city, we’ve just never been able
to arrange our schedules so we could get together.
And so our relationship has remained confined to the medium in
which it began: the telephone.
John suggested we start a whole new campaign for AT&T aimed at
long-distance lovers or phone pals like ourselves: low late-night rates,
especially in the winter time. The heated conversations keep the ice off the
equipment in the cold months, and the glowing yellow-orange lines created by
all that hot talk can be used by pilots for navigation. The new slogan for
the ads? “Reach out and touch yourself.” What else?
How does someone go about getting a phone lover? I’m not really
sure since I wasn’t looking for what happened between John and me. For
starters we’re both very open to new and different things. Initially, John
and I conversed on the phone in a business capacity that turned into
friendship.
We both enjoy witty conversation and take every opportunity to make
plays on words, especially in a sexual context. Along with the risque’ jokes
there was an almost tangible electricity, perhaps generated by our well-
matched mentalities. Eventually the joking and teasing led to a suggestion of
making love on the phone, and the mental attraction injected real possibility
into our teasing.
I also felt safe talking to John — he wasn’t some stranger calling
numbers at random (who might also have my address), and he wasn’t going to
keep bugging me if the idea didn’t go over. Besides, he has a sexy, melodic
voice and I had wondered what kind of lover he would be. Is it so strange to
be attracted to a man’s voice, after all? I’ve listened to opera singers and
jazz vocalists who’ve put me in the mood faster than a porn video could.
Our first time together, John did most of the work. I was sleeping
soundly, tucked up against my pillows, when the phone rang. I answered it
sleepily, and vulnerably, as it later turned out.
“I just had a dream about you,” John said in a whispery, breathy,
eager voice.
“What was it?” I asked, giggling a little and shivering with
excitement.
It was four o’clock in the morning, and the “noir gla’mour” of that
adventurous hour enhanced the novelty of the moment.
“I dreamed I was lying here in bed and you were there next to me,
naked and so beautiful. It seemed so real, like I could reach out and
touch you.”
“If I >was< there, what would you do?” I whispered, that familiar
tingle awakening in my groin.
“What would you like?”
“I love to kiss. It turns me on a lot. Are you a good kisser?”
“The best. I kiss you slowly and softly. I taste you and gently bite
your lip. Then I move down and kiss your nipples. Tell me what they
look like.”
I threw back the sheet and studied my bare breasts in the half-light
of a summer morning.
“The areolas are about the size of half-dollars and my nipples are
about the size of pencil erasers — perfect for nibbling. I like them
nibbled on because they’re not all that sensitive.”
“Touch them for me. Caress your tits and pinch the nipples.. how does
it feel?”
I did what he asked, never once thinking about faking it.
“Mmmmm. It feels wonderful.”
“Then I kiss my way down between your legs. Describe your pussy to
me.”
“I have thick, curly, tawny brown hair. I keep it trimmed.”
“What about the inside?” What about the slit?”
“It has kind of curly folds, like the edges of a cooked oyster, and
it’s very rosy — more rosy than pink.”
“What’s your scent like?”
“I don’t have a strong scent.”
“Is it wet?”
“Sopping. I always get very wet.”
“Touch yourself. Is your clit swollen?”
“Like a little pea.”
“Wet your finger and taste it.”
I did so, then went back to slowly stroking my slippery slit.
“I’d lick your slit up and down. Then I’d stick my tongue in as
far as I could, scooping out your juices. More licking up and down
and then I’d suck on your clit, pulling it into my mouth until you
come. What’s happening with you now?”
“I’m grinding my hips on the bed. I want to do you. I want you.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to suck your cock.” I tried to picture him lying there
stroking his erect prick as he talked to me.
“Tell me more.”
“I want to start by licking your balls and playing with them. Then
I’ll lick the shaft lightly up and down like a bee fluttering around a
popsicle. I’ll flick my tongue over the head, playing with the little hole
on top. I’ll suck the head a little. But once I go down on it, I keep
at it. I deep-throat it every few strokes and I suck on it hard
while I keep stroking with my hand. Once I get it in my mouth I get so
excited I just suck away.. Oh John, I want you to fuck me now.”
“I lay you on your back and kneel between your legs rubbing the head
of my cock up and down the slit of your pussy. Then I put it in slowly
and I can feel your pussy. Grabbing at it inch by inch. It feels so
good. I fuck you slowly at first, building you up until you can’t stand it.”
“I want it fast and hard now,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me and
bite my nipples.”
We were both breathing so heavily by this time it was hard to discern
all the words.
“I fuck you faster and deeper with every stroke until my cock is
bumping the back of your pussy. I kiss and bite your nipples, your neck,
behind your ears. My cock goes so deep into you, and I gyrate my pelvis
frantically so I touch every inch of the walls of your pussy.”
“I feel you. I feel your cock stroking that spot..”
“Come for me, baby.”
“I’m going to come now, John. I want you to come, too. I want you to
come inside me.”
“I’m going to come and you can feel it shooting into you strong
and hot.”
With that, we both gasped into the phone as we came. My back arched
off the bed as my fingers worked the soft, buttery folds of my pussy. It was
wonderfullly decadent and satisfying.
That is, until we said good night and broke the connection. The
drawback was having to nestle down into bed alone with no firm warw
body to cuddle against.

—-
As you can tell, phone sex is not for anyone with an aversion to
four-letter words. You also have to be extremely comfortable with
masturbation. It also helps if you’re vocal when you climax.
John always tells me how many times he spurts when he comes and then
after a few endearing words and a lot of teasing, we hang up. I would
recommend phone sex to anyone who’s looking for a way to add variety to
their sex life. In fact, I have recommended it.
As I mentioned before, some of my friends are aware of my
relationship with John. The most common question is, how do we keep the sex
from growing stale — after all, we’ve been doing it for almost two years. Well,
there are several ways to vary phone sex. We describe what we’d do in various
positions or acts of sex. For instanced, my sumptuous, very sensual
description of tit-fucking.
“I’ll spread almond oil on your hard, hot cock and then rub it all
over my tits until they glisten. My hard nipples will shine in the
candlelight. You’ll straddle me and press your dick against my chest. I love
how stiff and hot it feels.
“I’ll lift my tits up so that they press against either side of your
cock and you’ll slide it back and forth. It’ll be warm and slick — almost as
good as my pussy. I’ll flick the head of your cock with my tongue as you
thrust forward. Then I’ll press my tits even harder against you and play with
the nipples. When you come you’ll thrust it into my mouth and I’ll suck every
single precious drop from you.
John has also instructed me on how to use my vibrator. There were
interruptions with that one, however. My cat likes the sound of the vibrator,
and he kept nuzzling my chin and purring, knocking the phone off my shoulder.
Then one night when I called John he had just put a porn film on his
VCR. He described the action (a threesome) to me and we both got off. That
gave me the idea of copying one of my favorite porn films, “The Grafenburg
Spot.”
We watched the flick together, John in Chicago and me in New York,
and we had achieved our goal within the first ten minutes of the film.
Because of the distance provided by the telephone, maybe we’re both
more uninhibited than we might usually be. In any case, the relationship has
led me to try other scenarios I previously wasn’t much interested in. One of
those was a threesome. One night — inevitably — there was a woman with him
when I called. John put Cathy (he seems to like girls with cheerleader
names — Debbie, Cindy, Cathy) on his wireless phone. With all three of us
describing the moves or giving orders, I listened intently and avidly while
Jim and Cathy fucked each other passionately and I came feverishly.
Unfortunately, I felt a little lonely afterward since he had someone
there to continue the good times with or cuddle up with after the connection
was broken, whereas I again had an empty bed.
Another first was a threesome on my end. One evening I was at the
apartment of one my closest friends. We had been drinking and talking about
sex, as usual. In a fit of honesty I told her about my relationship with
John. She thought it was great.
We drank a little more and went on watching Paul Newman in some
movie. We kept wishing we had a man with us, and even tried to reach of
couple of men we knew, but without success. Then I hit on the idea of phoning
John. He was all for it. I’m not surprised.
Tina and I sat on her kitchen floor (she had only one phone and it
was in the kitchen). We were naked and drunk and horny. The linoleum was cold
and the room was dark. John’s voice sounded extra resonant and sexier than
ever. After the introduction was made, we giggled and waited for someone to
start something.
Suddenly, Tina leaned over and sucked my nipple, very gently.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?” John asked.
“She’s — oh! She’s sucking on my tit,” I told him.
“Do you like it?”
“Actually, yes. Do you?”
“I love it. If you like it, what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect it. I thought we were all just going
to masturbate together.”
“Relax. Enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
“So tell me what she’s doing.”
“She’s got her hand on my pussy. She’s playing with me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Very good. Mmmmm..”
“Do you think you’ll come?”
“I always come.”
“Are you horny?”
“I’m always horny.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She’s licking me. John, I’ve never done this before.”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good. I wish it were you.”
“Now what’s happening?”
“Tina’s licking my clit and finger-fucking me.. John I’m going to
come now.”
“Now you should reciprocate,” John said.
He listened while I gasped in a paroxysm of pleasure. Tina raised her
head and kissed me on the lips so I could taste my juices.
Tentatively, I reached out and touched her pussy. It was wet and
warm, much like my own. Touching it was strangely familiar, but still I was
unsure of what to do. Under John’s guidance I brought Tina — and him — to
orgasm. And Tina pushed me over the edge once again.
Then we started on the oral stuff. First I stood up while Tina — at
John’s command — parted my pussy lips and licked me up and down. Then she
lay down on the kitchen floor and I straddled her head. We went into a sixty-
nine position with John telling me what to do and listening to the slurp of
Tina’s dripping cunt, which smelled similar to mine — not too strong or fishy
like girls I had stood near in the gym. I made her scream with pleasure so
that John could hear her all the way in Chicago. She went to work on me with
a vengeance and John shot off yet again.
Because the call was getting expensive we hung up and Tina and I sat
on the linoleum, which was wet with sweat and love juices. We were both still
very horny but not much interested in each other alone. John’s aural presence
had been the catalyst, and we were not inspired to proceed without another
man’s presence.
So we went to separate beds satisfied at how bold we had been and yet
not totally satisfied for lack of physical contact with a man.
I wonder if I’ll ever find a New York lover as open and as much of a
friend as John is.
I wonder if John will ever come to New York so that I can finally get
under the covers with him and play submarine captain — you know, up his
periscope.
More than that, I wonder if John and I will have as good a time in
person as we do over the phone. I know that I want to give it a try.

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