Our Game
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Posted:Jan 25, 2010 5:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2010 4:11 am
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It’s late on a Saturday evening when I hear a knock at the door. Who could it be, I wonder, visiting me this late? I answer the door to find a hot, sexy woman wearing a trench coat. You walk in with a big smile and greet me with a hug and a kiss. You then take off your coat, revealing a white lace teddy and matching thong. You’re also wearing thigh-high stockings and black heels. Through the thin teddy I can tell that your nipples are erect, possibly because of the chilly breeze off the nearby water. Your styled hair makes you look like a model.
“Hello stranger,” I say. “Want a drink?” You say yes and I fix us each a Scotch on the rocks.
“I thought you said you never wanted to see me again, “I say as I hand you the glass.
You shrug. “Well, I was angry,” you say. “But tonight I’m lonely. You want to throw me out, or do you want to play a game of darts?”
“Strip darts?” I say.
“Why not?” is your reply.
You and I have played strip darts before, under other circumstances. The rules are as follows: For a single bull’s eye, the other player takes off one article of clothing. For a double, two articles. And the loser of the game performs a strip tease for the winner.
I suggest that you go first. You throw a double 20, a single 17, then a single 19. As you go to retrieve your darts, you look sizzling hot. The teddy is held together in back by only a few strips of cloth, with the bottom open. Your ass, hardly covered by the thong, is nice and round, and displays an outrageous tattoo that I remember well of a lilac resembling a gaping pussy. And in those fuck-me heels, you look incredible.
It’s my turn. I want to get as many bull’s eyes as I can. I shoot a double 17, a single 20, and a triple 15.
For your turn, you throw a dart that bounces off the board, then a single 16 and a double 19. As you go to retrieve the darts, you purposely bend over, as if to taunt me with your big, firm ass. I feel myself getting aroused. You smile at me as you slap your ass.
It’s my turn again. As I’m getting ready to throw the first dart, you come up behind me, grab my ass and blow in my ear. Damn! Now you have me totally distracted. I shoot a three, a seven, and a 12. You give me an evil grin.
Your turn again. This time you manage to get a single bull’s eye. You approach me and decide my belt has to come off. You unbuckle the clasp, and as you do so you grab my cock. You pull the belt out of my jeans and hand it to me. I give you a playful tap on the ass with it. I’m hard as hell.
It’s my turn again, and I tell myself to focus. I do my best and come up with a single bull’s eye. Immediately I go over to you and pull off your thong. I have to touch you. Your shaved pussy is warm and oh so wet. I rub your clit, then insert a finger to tease you. You squirm and I smile. When I remove my finger from your soaked pussy I place it in your mouth and you lick off your copious juices. I find myself getting aroused again, thinking of how good that mouth once felt on my hard cock.
It’s your turn again and this time you get a double. You approach me and decide my shirt will come off. You unbutton it, smiling and licking your lips as you do so. When the shirt is open, you slide your fingers through my chest hair and kiss my neck. Then you nibble on my earlobe and blow in my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine.
Next you go for my jeans. Smiling, you open the snap and unzip the zipper, all the while fingering my package with your other hand. I’m very hard, my cock throbbing with anticipation of what is about to come.
With only my boxers on, I’m so distracted that I can hardly shoot straight when it’s my turn. You clearly have the upper hand. For your part, you shoot another bull’s-eye.
With a huge smile and a wink, you walk over and pull down my boxers. Then you get down on your knees and lick at my balls before going for my hard, thick cock. You moan as your tongue twirls around the head, sending tingling sensations through my body. “Oh yes, yes,” I mutter, pulling your face closer so you can take all of my cock. “Yes, you naughty little girl, suck my cock, suck it!”
You moan with pleasure, and within minutes I’m shooting my come down your throat. You seem very pleased.
After you lick my cock clean, I no longer want to continue with the game. I want to be inside you. I walk you over to the couch, bend you over, and insert my cock into your very wet pussy. I give you a few light slaps on your ass as I move in and out of you because I remember how you like that and you gasp and moan with pleasure.
As you’re getting close to climax, I pull out, get an ice cube from my drink, and rub it over the crack of your ass so that the water will work as a lube. You beg me to slide my cock into your tight ass. You want it really badly. I squeeze and slap your ass a few times before I slide my stiff dick into that twitching hole. We soon work into a nice rhythm and you moan as my strokes gradually go deeper inside your tight passage. You always love having your backside reamed. “Oh yes, fuck, fuck me!” you yell. “Fuck my ass!” I move faster and harder, and after a few more thrusts you climax. Within a few minutes I come, too, shooting my come deep into your bowels.
Exhausted, we lie there on the couch, my head resting on your breasts as we hold each other. “Want to play another game?” she asks me mischievously.
“No thanks,” I say. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you again, though. If I can get hard again.”
You giggle. “Let’s see,” you say, and move down to take me in your mouth. You lick and kiss and suck until once again I’m rock-hard. But you don’t stop. I lie there with a big smile on my face, thinking that you’re just incredible. A little crazy for sure, but still . . .
You go on blowing me until I shoot down your throat. Then you get dressed, give me a hug, and go on your merry way. As you depart, I tell you, “Stop by anytime, baby. Any time you get lonely. I’ll even play you another game of darts.”
You just smile, wink, and tap your ass as you walk out the door.
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Making a Point
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Posted:Jan 20, 2010 4:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 21, 2010 1:10 am
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An 80 year-old goes to his doctor for his quarterly check-up. The doctor asks how the man is feeling and the man replies, "Things are great and I've never felt better. I now have a 20 year-old bride who is pregnant with my . So what do you think about that?"
The doctor considers his question for a moment and then says, "I have an older friend, much like you, who is an avid hunter and never misses a season. One day when he was setting off hunting, he was in a bit of a hurry and accidentally picked up his walking cane instead of his gun. As he neared a lake, he came across a very large beaver sitting at the water's edge. He realized he'd left his gun at home, and so couldn't shoot the creature. But out of habit he raised his cane, aimed it at the animal as if it were his favorite hunting rifle, and said, 'BANG, BANG.' Miraculously, two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead. Now, what do you think of that?"
The 80 year-old says, "If you ask me, I'd say someone else pumped a couple of rounds into that beaver."
The doctor replies, "My point exactly."
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Beautiful Music
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Posted:Jan 17, 2010 1:50 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2010 8:05 am
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Once a year or so I volunteer as a sound technician for an amateur theatrical ensemble, which has to be one of the most thankless jobs on earth. I’m usually the first to arrive at the theater and the last to leave. And while everyone who performs sounds glorious, thanks to my efforts, very few of them ever say anything to me unless I’m doing something wrong.
I usually work alone—it’s just easier that way. But at the show I’m working now, I decide to take you on as an assistant. The only word that describes you is “luscious.” A beautiful dusky jewel of a girl with a head of lustrous dark hair set off by flashing eyes, you speak in a charming Southern accent, dropping the g’s from the end of your words. This gives you an air of wholesomeness and youthful innocence that the rest of your appearance doesn’t necessarily reinforce.
You come ready to work, wearing tight jeans and an even tighter yellow top—so tight that it makes your nipples seem ready to pop out of it as they strain against the material. Your breasts are bulbous and perky, the kind that sway back and forth when they bounce.
Once we start working it becomes hard to look away from you. I find my focus on the work diminishing, and I can’t stop staring at my delightful assistant.
At one point, as we’re hanging a lighting tree, you climb up the ladder while I steady it below. As you reach up to adjust a light and lean over slightly, the front of your top pulls out of your jeans and I can see your taut belly and white bra. You catch me looking, and when you’re finished you come down slowly, tantalizing me, and say in that Texas drawl, “See anythin’ you like?”
My first impulse is to say yes indeed, but instead I just mumble, “Sorry,” and turn away.
But as I start to walk off you grab me by the shoulder. As I spin around, you seem to lose your balance, falling into a web of wires behind you. But you keep your grip on my shoulder, more or less pulling me down with you. Lying there in the tangled mess of cables you arch your back, virtually shoving your gorgeous tits in my face. I kiss your erect nipples through your shirt and feel them swell even further with excitement.
My hands glide down over your shirt and then pull it off. You sink back down against the wires, your breasts heaving inside the bra, waiting for release. I reach down behind you and pop your bra and you gasp. Pushing the bra out of the way, I lunge for your sweet tits, taking one in my hand and the other in my mouth.
As I lick your nipple, I can feel your heart beating rapidly. I squeeze your other breast and you let out a low moan. “Yes,” you pant.
Your hands move down to undo your jeans and you raise your crotch as you begin shimmying out of them. I can almost feel the heat radiating from down there. “Don’t stop,” you say breathlessly. “Don’t you dare stop.”
As you kick off your jeans, I catch the aroma of your sweet honey and I can hardly contain myself. Keeping my hand on your breast, I proceed to kiss down your stomach to your soaked white thong. As my lips move lower, your hips arch again and I begin to gently kiss your wet mound through the thong.
I look up to see that your face has a look of uncontainable ecstasy. Your chest is flushed and your breathing fast. I lap once with the fleshy part of my tongue at the prize waiting inside your thong and when I do it a second time you quiver and say something unintelligible. You’re so wet that the shape of your pussy lips is distinct through your tight white thong. I just graze your slit with the top of my tongue and you shriek. Then I take the flimsy garment gently with my teeth and pull it down while you writhe like a landed fish.
In a minute you lie before me naked, looking beautiful in the white theater lights, your breasts heaving, your mouth open and panting. Your hands scrabble at my clothes and I help you until we both lie naked on the pile of black cables.
I roll you over on top of me then and feel your hand guiding me to you, your eager pussy lips wrapping around my cock. As you take me inside, you quiver and continues to shake as you sink down on me all the way. I thrust up at you, eliciting cries of ecstasy from your open mouth. And now we’re thrusting together. Your neck is flushed now and your breasts bob up and down as you ride me.
Then suddenly, with my cock filling up your soaking quim again and again, this quiet, gentle Southern girl erupts in a deep throaty wail, throws her head back and screams, “Oh Christ yes! Fuck me! Fuck me good!”
You bite at your lip then as if you’re trying to stop yourself from saying anything more. Your tits are bouncing harder and harder, and I can feel every inch of your tight pussy. You settle in now and begin to grind your hips back and forth with each thrust. Each time you slide down my pole, the grinding movement becomes harder and wilder. I rise up slightly, take your right nipple in my mouth, and begin to circle it with my tongue. You press yourself forward, and your wild eyes look into mine. “Oh god!” you gasp. “Your cock feels so good inside me!”
At that point you stop grinding and just concentrate on slamming your sweet, wet pussy down over me harder and harder, faster and faster. I can feel my balls tighten, and you lean over and whisper in my ear, “I think I’m coming!” And with that you go suddenly stiff, arch your back so that your beautiful breasts thrust outward, and let out a scream that fills the whole theater.
I feel your pussy tighten again and again, bringing on a release of my own that can be described only as explosive as my cock shoots salvo after salvo inside your amazing vagina. You grind down on me one more time, taking it all inside, then fall over to kiss my lips for the first time.
Somehow we’re able to rouse ourselves enough to get back to work. The show goes off that night without a hitch. As I sit behind the board with the crowd clapping along to the music, the only thing I can think about is the beautiful music you and I will be making many more times before the show closes.
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The Ant and the Elephant
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Posted:Jan 13, 2010 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2010 9:41 am
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An elephant is walking through the jungle when she steps on a twig and it gets caught in her toe. She tries and tries but can’t get it out.
Seeing her crying, an ant walks up and asks her what’s wrong. She tells him about the twig and how she can’t get it out.
So the ant says to her, "I'll get it out for you if you let me fuck you in the ass."
The elephant thinks about it for a minute. She mumbles silently to herself, how could a tiny ant possibly fuck my ass? That little bug is nothing more than a wishful thinker. Finally she says, "Okay. That’s a deal."
So the ant removes the twig. What a relief! The elephant is so grateful that she thanks and thanks the ant.
The ant then says, "A deal is a deal. Now you have to let me fuck you in the ass."
The elephant looks around to make sure no one is watching and says, "Okay, but hurry up before anyone sees."
So the ant crawls up the elephant and starts going at it.
Meanwhile, up above them in a tree, a monkey is watching the whole thing. The monkey starts laughing so hard that he knocks a coconut off the tree that hits the elephant in the head.
“Ouch!” she says.
The ant pauses, grins, and looks up. "Take it, bitch!"
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Take a Load Off
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Posted:Jan 10, 2010 2:26 am
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2010 1:11 am
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You come home from a long day at work. I had the day off and I’m waiting patiently for you. Finally I hear you come through the front door. You look tired. I greet you, give you a big hug and a kiss, and say that I have a surprise for you. You say you’ve worked hard and just want to lie on the couch and relax before dinner.
I stop you from going into the living room and instead guide you to the bathroom where I have a hot bubble bath waiting. I kiss you and leave the room to give you plenty of time to get undressed.
I come back a couple of minutes later with a glass of wine and you’re already fully submerged in the tub, almost visible under the bubbles that are overflowing onto the floor.
I put my hand in the tub and the water comes up to my shoulder, soaking my sleeve. I lean in, kiss you deeply on the lips, and hand you the glass of wine. You smile and lean your head back into the water with the most beautiful smile on your face. It makes me so happy.
I tell you to relax and take your time, and that dinner will be ready in an hour. You close your eyes as I leave, just soaking in the moment. You don’t notice the new comfy bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, or the fact that I took all your clothes except for your sexy panties with me when I left.
About 45 minutes later you come out of the bathroom wearing the long white robe, your wet hair slicked back. “What happened to my clothes?” you ask with a devilish smile.
I just smile and say I put them in the laundry for you. “Sit down. Dinner’s just about ready.”
You sit at our large dining room table, which we almost never use. I’ve set it with two candles and a beautiful flower arrangement as the centerpiece. You sit down looking very sensual as you give me just a quick glimpse of your panties. I start to get aroused but control myself as we eat. After dinner we go into the living room.
You lie on the couch and I sit on the end as you put your feet up on me. We turn a movie on and I rub and massage your feet and legs. I look over at you and see that your robe is open slightly and I can see the outline of your perfect breast. Again, I control the passion I’m feeling but it’s getting harder and harder to contain myself.
You complain about the tension in your shoulders so I sit on the back of the couch and you settle in between my legs and lower your robe to your waist. I start to give you a deep massage. You begin to feel aroused as well, and you twist your neck as if you want to kiss me. “Not yet,” I tell you.
I ask if you want a full body massage. Without answering you jump up, grab me by the hand, and we run up the stairs to the bedroom. You dive on the bed and rip your panties off. As I run through the door, you playfully throw them at me. I reach into our special drawer.
“Oh, what are you going to do?”
I pull out the baby oil and say I’m only going to give you a massage. You huff and lie on your stomach. I straddle your ass and pour the oil on your back. You tense momentarily as the cold oil hits your back. Then I go to work rubbing you all over.
My hands slide across your body, touching you in all the right places with the right pressure and intensity, deeply rubbing your shoulders and sliding two fingers down your spine. My body is positioned just below your beautiful butt. I lean over and you feel my chest on your ass.
You try to spread your legs but I stop you. I take off my shirt and lean onto your back so you can feel my naked chest. I kiss your ear as you tell me you want me inside you. I just go back to massaging you, working my way down. My oily hands slide down your ass cheeks and start rubbing each leg.
You spread your legs slightly and I can see your glistening pussy. I want to taste it so badly but I refrain. I’m so hard right now but I don’t give in. Then finally you roll over and command me to come up and kiss you.
I slowly slide my body up yours, my hand grazing your pussy and your tits as I do. I place one hand behind your neck. I gently cradle your head as we kiss passionately. We’re both already very close to orgasm.
You force me onto my back, fumble at my belt buckle, and pull my pants off, leaving me in my boxers. You see my rigid cock outlined beneath my boxers and you rub your hands over my bulge.
Then comes my favorite part—you slowly tug my boxers down, exposing my cock. I feel so vulnerable. You take one hard lick up my shaft with your tongue. Before you take me deep in your mouth, I grab your hair and pull you back up to me.
“No,” I say. “This is about you.”
I kiss you and slowly settle down on top of you. I pause and you can feel the head of my cock nudging against your pussy and you want it inside you. I want the same, but I pause as I see the anticipation building in your eyes. Then, ever so slowly, I slide my cock home.
You feel every millimeter of my cock enter you. It seems to take an hour, but I don’t want to go any faster. I love feeling my cock enter your pussy. Finally I have my whole length inside you. I pause for a second to revel in the feeling of your pussy contracting around me.
I kiss your neck and gently squeeze your nipple and breast, then I slowly pull my cock out again. You want me to fuck you faster and harder, but I refuse. The mood is way too passionate to hurry.
I repeat my slow movements several times. It takes me a minute just to get three full thrusts in you until finally I’m filling you up. I make sure I shove it in as deep as possible.
Then I start to fuck you faster. Your nails dig into my back as you drag them down me trying to force me to fuck you harder. But I can tell that the feeling of my cock slowly penetrating you is driving you almost as crazy as it’s driving me.
With a quick, hard bite on your neck I thrust my cock in you deeper than ever before. Your nails dig into my back, drawing blood as you feel my come shoot into you.
You climax with me, coming with me over the edge. I collapse onto you, your sweaty body against mine. We kiss passionately and I run my fingers through your hair as I look into your eyes. I’m falling even deeper in love with you.
As I slowly pull out of you our combined juices pool on the sheets. We’re too exhausted and relaxed to mind.
My hand runs up your thigh, over your pussy, and grazes your clit with enough force to make you jump. I continue sliding my hand over your smooth belly, then over your breast and into your deliciously wet little mouth.
We roll toward each other in a tight embrace. I reach down and pull the comforter up and we fall asleep. When we wake up in the morning, we’re holding each other just as tightly.
And then we begin our lovemaking anew.
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World War III
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Posted:Jan 6, 2010 3:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 6:6 am
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Former President George W. Bush and Former Vice President Richard Cheney are sitting in a bar. A guy walks in and asks the barman, “Isn't that Bush and Cheney sitting over there?”
The bartender says, “Yep, that's them.”
So the guy walks over and says, “Wow, this is a real honor! What are you guys doing in here?”
Bush says, “We're planning World War III.”
The guy says, “Really? What's going to happen?”
Cheney says, “Well, we're going to kill 140 million Muslims and one blonde with big tits.
The guy exclaims, “A blonde with big tits? Why kill a blonde with big tits?”
Cheney turns to Bush and says, “See, I told you, no one gives a shit about the 140 million Muslims.”
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Being Neighborly
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Posted:Jan 3, 2010 10:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2010 3:37 am
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It’s a normal night. You get home from work, slip off your shoes by the door, sort through your mail, and decide not to read any of it. You’re ready for some dinner and to take your shower, just as you do every night.
After you finish your dinner, you go through your routine. You rinse your plate, place it in the dishwasher, wipe down the countertop, and shut off the light. You’re making your way toward the bathroom when you hear a car door slam outside. For some inexplicable reason, tonight you feel compelled to look.
You peek through the blinds and notice me, your new neighbor, coming home from work. You’ve seen me a few times before, usually after dark or before sunrise. You assume I work on Wall Street given the hours I keep.
You debate for a minute about pretending to be locked out of your apartment just so I can come to your rescue. You giggle, let the blinds snap back, and continue toward the bathroom.
As you shower, you relax under the hot steam and go over your day in your head. You step out and dry off, go to the vanity, and start moisturizing your face and body.
You find yourself thinking about me again, wondering what I’m doing right now. You turn your head to the right and see me through the window. I’m in my bathroom undressing for my shower. You look away, blushing. But you can’t help yourself and look back. The blood comes rushing to your cheeks and then courses through the rest of your body. You’re fixated.
I’m standing in my shower, my head fully immersed in the running water. You watch as it runs down my stomach and off my semi-hard cock. You’re biting your lip as you watch me lather up and rub my hands all over my body. Your pussy is starting to get wet at the sight of me.
You’re frozen in place and time stops while you watch me handle my cock. It swells just a bit in my hands. You can’t stand it anymore. You position yourself on the counter, legs spread, and begin fingering your pussy. You slide your fingers lightly over your clit and down toward your aching wet slit. You slip your finger inside and then back out to tease your clit some more. You continue fingering yourself until you nearly come.
You look back into my bathroom so you can finally make yourself come. But I’m not there anymore. You go back to fingering yourself, picturing me in your head. Just as you’re about the come, there’s a loud knock on your front door.
Frustrated, you yell, “Be right there!” You pull yourself together, put on some panties and a robe, then head for the door and look through the peephole.
It’s me! I’m at your door! Your heart is pounding. You try to gather up the strength to open the door. You take a deep breath and turn the knob.
Here I stand, wearing baggy navy blue sweats and a tee shirt, my hair still wet from my shower. You can feel your cheeks flush with color. You’re sure that I’d seen you watching me.
I smile and say, “Hi, I’m Steve. I live next door.”
“I’m Penny,” you almost stutter.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a few cups of sugar I could borrow, would you?”
“Sure, come on in.” We head toward the kitchen. I explain that I need the sugar because I want to make some tea. You don’t want me to leave so you offer me some tea that you’ve already made.
We sit in the living room and make small talk for a few minutes. You’re starting to feel more comfortable around me and decide to take a risk. I start to reach for my cup of tea and you grab it from me. I look at you curiously. You smile and say, “You can have this back, but it will cost you something.”
“Really, and what’s that?”
“A kiss, anywhere you like,” you reply simply and smile.
With that I move closer to you and press my lips on yours. My mouth opens and I run my tongue over your lips. You open your mouth and greet my tongue with yours. As we kiss, a soft groan rises from your throat. I kiss you harder. Your pussy is throbbing with anticipation.
I leave your mouth and start kissing your neck. You feel my warm lips kissing right above your breasts. Your nipples harden and I slide your robe off your shoulders, exposing your breasts. I take your nipple in my mouth, sucking and kissing it. Another throaty groan escapes your lips.
As I kiss your breast you feel my hand start to slide up your inner thigh. Your legs twitch at my touch and slowly part, wanting to feel more of me. I slide my hand up your thigh, my fingertips lightly pressing against your clit, sending a shock wave through your body. You arch your back as I kiss down farther, your stomach tingling as my soft lips press against it. You spasm with excitement as I kiss your inner thigh. I’m teasing with my fingers on the outside of your panties, rubbing in a circular motion around your clit and down your slit.
I position myself between your legs and say, “Anywhere. Right?”
“Yes,” you whisper.
I pull your panties to the side and flick your clit with my warm, wet tongue. You nearly come with that one touch. I continue working my tongue up and down, back and forth across your clit. I begin to suck on it and slide my fingers inside your now dripping wet pussy.
Before you know it, you’re moaning, “I’m gonna come.” I push harder on your G-spot, smash my face on your clit, and begin to hum. You grip the couch with one hand and with the other you grab the back of my head until you come. You shake with pleasure, unable to control yourself.
You lie there for a moment catching your breath and enjoying what could only be described as pure ecstasy running through your entire body. I sit back on the couch next to you and watch as you breathe hard, smiling.
“My turn,” you giggle, finally regaining your composure. You kneel between my legs and help me remove my shirt. Then you untie my sweats and pull them off. You rub your hand up and down my hardened bulge. You tease my cock with your mouth, rubbing your lips up and down my shaft and over the head.
You kiss my stomach, moving toward the band of my boxers. You pull at them with your teeth. Then you remove them, kissing the exposed skin as you slowly reveal my rock-hard cock beneath my underwear.
“Hmmm,” you utter. “Just the way I like it. Long, thick, and hard.”
You kiss it from the base to the tip, looking up at me as you pull it into your mouth. You suck on it lightly, drawing it in and out of your mouth. You savor every last inch of it, sliding down until your lips are on the base.
You swallow so you can feel it slide down into your throat. I’m grunting and my cock swells a little more in your throat. You continue to bob up and own.
You pull my spit-soaked cock out of your mouth and begin to flick your tongue on my balls. You take each one in your mouth and gently suck on them. You tongue your way back up to the head and take it in your mouth again, sucking on it while stroking the shaft with your hand. I grab your head and pull you down, making you take it all. I continue fucking your face and you eagerly let me, taking all of me and moving back up to suck on the head. I grow thicker and harder. Just then, I grab your hand and stop you.
“Baby, if we keep this up, I’ll come, and I still really want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
So you stand up, slide your panties off, and let your robe fall to the floor. You grab my hand and lead me to your bedroom. I sit on your bed and turn you around to sit on my cock. You feel my dick glide inside you as I push farther into your pussy.
You begin to bounce on my cock, squealing with each luscious stroke. I guide you faster with my hands on your hips. Your pussy tightens around my tool as I grab your tits and pull myself deeper into you. You’re oozing juice all over my cock and you milk it with your pussy. I lift you off and lay you on your bed, climb on top, and then slam into you. I speed up, pumping and thrusting into you.
My balls are slapping against your ass and you’re groaning and moaning like you never have before. “Fuck me harder,” you plead.
I lean in and say, “You want me to fuck you harder, do you? Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes! Fuck me harder, Steve! I need to come all over your cock!” Then you come, screaming, moaning, and clawing my back. My whole body stiffens and I jerk as I spill into you. I lie there on top of you trying to catch my breath.
I look into your eyes and say, “Thanks for the brown sugar, lover.” We laugh and decide that this gives a whole new meaning to being neighborly.
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Six-Inch Drop
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Posted:Dec 30, 2009 4:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2010 4:33 am
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There’s a fly hovering six inches above a pond.
There’s a fish in the pond that says, "If that fly drops six inches, I can get it."
A bear is behind the fish and he says, "If that fly drops six inches, the fish can get the fly, and I can get the fish."
A hunter is behind the bear and he says, "If that fly drops six inches, the fish can get the fly, the bear can get the fish, and I can get the bear."
A mouse happens to be behind the hunter, and he says, "If that fly drops six inches, the fish can get the fly, the bear can get the fish, the hunter can get the bear, and I can get the piece of cheese in the hunter's back pocket."
There’s a cat behind the mouse and he says, "If that fly drops six inches, the fish can get the fly, the bear can get the fish, the hunter can get the bear, the mouse can get the cheese, and I can get the mouse."
So the fly drops six inches. The fish gets the fly, the bear gets the fish, the hunter gets the bear, the mouse gets the cheese, and the cat goes for the mouse but misses and lands in the pond.
What's the moral of this story?
Every time a fly drops six inches, a pussy gets wet.
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Shower Swap
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Posted:Dec 26, 2009 11:52 am
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2009 4:12 am
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It’s mid-July when we visit our friends Gretchen and Tim in their new home outside Louisville. The weather is great, nice and hot, so we get to use the pool a lot.
We get there late Friday afternoon and go right out to dinner. All of us are drinking heavily, and when we get back to the house Gretchen begins to strip as soon as she walks in. You think, why not, and do the same. We all head to our bedrooms and enjoy a night of sex with our respective partners. As I eat your pussy, you can hear Gretchen through the wall, moaning and telling Tim to fuck her with his big cock.
In the morning you make your way down to the kitchen wearing only a T-shirt that comes down to just below your butt. Gretchen is wearing a shorter T-shirt, plus her thong. Tim and I don’t mind a bit!
We decide to take a little tour of their new town and see a few things. It’s already hot out and it’s only going to get hotter. You and Gretchen figure that to stay cool you should wear as little as possible. You put on a tank top and a pair of very loose-fitting shorts, not bothering with panties. Gretchen dresses almost the same way, but with a bikini top instead of a tank.
We’re out for about two hours when we decide it’s time to head home and cool down in the pool. Gretchen sticks with her bikini top, and changes her shorts for a thong. You put on a little bikini that just covers your nipples and shows off enough of your ass to make a guy want to see more of it.
Tim and I are already in the water when you and Gretchen walk out to the pool, and we ask if you’d bring out some beer. The two of you go back in the kitchen and bring out enough beer to keep us all going for quite a while. Then Gretchen says she needs someone to go out and grab some food for dinner. I say I’ve had enough sun, so I’ll go.
You stay out for another hour, then decide to head in and take a shower. Tim suggests you use the shower in his and Gretchen’s room, which is larger and has a more powerful spray. He tells you to take your time. It really is a beautiful shower, and the water feels great on your hot skin. You are really starting to relax when into the shower steps Tim!
You aren’t sure what he’s up to, and you ask him what’s going on. He says if you’ll wash his back, he’ll do yours. You turn your back to him when he enters the shower, so he can see only your back and ass, and now he starts to rub your back and shoulders with a big sponge, working up a lot of lather, some of which runs down onto your tits.
Tim makes sure to cover every part of your back, slowly working his way down to your ass. He takes his time there, rubbing each cheek with his hands as well as the sponge, and then moves down your legs. As he works his way back up your thighs, he slides his fingers between them and barely touches your cunt lips. Once he’s done with that side, he says it’s his turn, and flips around so you can do his back.
You grab the sponge and start to work up some lather. His back is very muscular, and his ass is tight. When you rub his ass cheeks, you start to get really turned on. You work your way down his legs, and when you see his big balls hanging between them, you wonder how big his cock might be.
You do the same thing to him as he did to you, your fingers reaching between his legs to touch his balls slightly. When you say you’re done, he turns around quickly, saying it’s time to wash your fronts now. It’s too late for you to turn around; he already has a full look at your nude body. You look down and see the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. And at that point, you know you’re going to have it.
Tim starts to rub the soapy sponge over your tits, and you don’t object when he spreads the suds with his hand. He moves down to your tummy, and then to your shaved cunt. You’re wet there already. All you can think of is having him inside you. His fingers slide into your pussy, pushing slowly in as far as they’ll go. When he pulls them out, he says you’re clean, and it’s your turn now to wash his front.
You start to rub his chest, but then you say the hell with washing and go right down on his cock. You take as much of it in your mouth as you can. You have more than half of it in your mouth, and your hand curls around the base—and there’s still some left! You work your tongue all over his shaft and play with his balls while you suck on him.
Tim soon blows a load that’s so large it spills out of your mouth and runs down your chin and onto your chest. You stand and kiss his chest until he turns you around and bends you over so that he has a full view of your wet pussy. His tongue finds your lips and he uses his fingers to spread them wide as he licks every inch of your snapper.
That tongue is bringing you to a wild climax, and you finally come, giving him a taste of your juice. He keeps you bent over, and you’re still trying to get your breath back as he drives his cock into your cunt. It sinks deep inside you until you feel his balls hitting your clit. You can hardly believe that you’re able to take all of him!
Soon he’s moving at a steady pace, and you’re both panting and moaning with pleasure. After about 15 minutes he really goes to work, revving up the pounding to a furious pace until you think your snatch is going to explode. As he approaches his climax, he slows down again, pulling almost all the way out and then gliding back in and staying there as you feel his come fill your pussy. You feel his jism running down your thighs and marvel at the fact that he still has so much come in him.
When he pulls out the last time, you’re both sweaty and have to clean each other off all over again. This gets you both aroused once more, and you end up doing a wild 69 on the floor of the shower stall.
Afterward you tell him that he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had, and you just hope someday you can do it again. Gretchen and I hope so, too, as we finish our shower at the other end of the house.
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Doggie Style
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Posted:Dec 21, 2009 10:11 am
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2009 4:21 am
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Three dogs are sitting in the waiting room at the vet's discussing why they are there. The first dog, a Poodle, tells his woeful tale.
"My owners bought the great new sports car with leather seats. They took me for a ride in it one day, and I was so excited, I couldn't help myself. I wet all over the backseat. I'm here to be put down." The other two dogs nod sympathetically, then the second, a Shelty, explains his situation.
"A brand new Persian rug had just been placed in the lounge room, and it was very expensive. My owners made a big fuss of it when it came. Then, once when I was in the room, I had an incredible urge to roll all over it. So I did, and ended up getting quite a bit of my fur over the mat. My owners were very annoyed, and sent me here to be put to sleep." The other two dogs nod, and the first asks the third, a German Shepherd, what he is there for.
"My owner has this habit of cleaning the house in the nude, and once when she was cleaning under the sofa, I just couldn't help myself. I jumped on and had the ride of my life." The other dogs tut-tutted.
"So you're here to be put down too?" he asks. The Shepherd shakes his head.
"No, just to get my nails clipped!"
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Play Play
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Posted:Dec 18, 2009 1:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2009 4:23 am
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You’re a married mother of two. You and your husband have good jobs and enjoy a good marriage, but your sex life has become quite dull. You’ve been together for nine years, and the last four have been sliding downhill as far as the bedroom is concerned.
Last month your friend Amy asks you if you’d like to go to a play with her, because her husband is working and she doesn’t want to go alone. Your husband encourages you to go, so you reluctantly agree. You wear a conservative evening dress, with black stockings, a black bra-and-panty set, and high heels.
As the play is about to begin, I sit down beside you. You notice me and it registers that I’m not too hard to look at. You see that Amy doesn’t miss this fact, either. The seat on the other side of me is empty, and I seem to be waiting for someone. But by the time the play begins, it becomes apparent that I’ve been stood up.
You don’t know what gets into you—you’ve never done anything remotely like this—but you feel rather sorry for me, as well as attracted to me. As the show progresses, you let your knee, as if accidentally, press against mine. I don’t seem to mind. A few minutes later, you shift ever so slightly, and your skirt rides up about mid-thigh. You glance nervously my way, and I look at you and smile. You smile back, and within a minute you feel a hand on your thigh. It soon begins to caress your nylon-covered leg. You almost push it away, but it feels so good that you don’t. In fact, you slowly and subtly part your legs to allow me some room.
By now Amy notices what’s going on, and is watching us more than the play. You shyly place your hand on my upper thigh and caress me as I’m doing to you. Both our hands begin to travel, and we reach each other’s crotch simultaneously. I seem to be well endowed as you squeeze me. You catch your breath softly as you feel my fingers slide beneath your panties and touch your pussy lips. You’re very wet and aroused, and soon my expert fingers are inside you.
You can see the ecstasy on my face as you very quietly pull down my zipper and take out my manhood. You note that your earlier assessment of my equipment is correct, and you begin to stroke me closer to climax. You glance around and notice that there are very few people near us. The play obviously isn’t very good.
You’re biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from crying out with pleasure, when suddenly I pull my hand away from your pussy, slide my erection out of your hand, and zip myself up. I then stand up abruptly, take your hand, and lead you out of the auditorium. You look back to see Amy’s amazed face staring after us.
Quickly I lead you to the men’s room and, after a quick glance around, pull you inside and immediately into a stall. Without a word I spin you around and bend you over so that your hands rest on the back wall. Then I push up your skirt and slide your panties down. You’re so excited that you throw caution to the wind and part your legs. You soon feel my large tool enter you, and you gasp as I penetrate you forcefully in three or four thrusts. You hear yourself moaning as I begin to pump into you while gripping your hips. I kiss your neck, and then your mouth as you turn your face to me. Just moments later you’re crying out with joy as I thrust into you one more time, filling you with my sperm as we climax loudly together.
I pull out then, and you feel my fluid run out of your pussy as you pull your panties up. As we leave the men’s room, an older man is entering, and he looks at us quizzically. You rejoin a very curious Amy, but your anonymous lover is gone.
Amy questions you relentlessly on the way home, and you swear her to secrecy before you tell her what happened. You also tell her that the next time she invites you to the theater, you won’t hesitate for a minute before accepting.
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Sweet Memories
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Posted:Dec 13, 2009 12:47 am
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2009 5:42 am
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I’m in the shower watching you stand naked before the bathroom mirror, drying yourself and applying powder. Your bottom, so sensuous and fine, has the same unbelievable firmness and luscious heart shape it did years ago when we met.
I take in a breath as I think about all the pleasure I’ve received while wrapping my hands around those trim buttocks, running my fingers down that marvelous crack and between those buns, or reaching for the pinhole anus that responds so well to being touched.
When you turn, I admire the full, well-shaped breasts that fit so well in my hand, and the nipples that harden when I close my lips around them. You lean your head back to dry your hair and I glance down at the divine triangle of soft, curly pubic hair that I love to run my fingers through. For your own reasons, you decided to stop shaving down there just a few months ago after asking if I would mind.
Down the center of that pubic patch, I notice the slit that hides the labia I love to touch, lick, and slip my manhood between. I pay silent homage to the womanly hips that hold the hole I adore cleaving with my penis.
I think of all the many times we’ve fucked, made love, cuddled, petted, engaged in 69 with our heads bobbing between each other’s thighs, fantasized about others joining us in bed, or actually invited them in. I tremble with the lust that runs through me as I watch you, my naked lover.
I think about the time you fucked my buddy in the bed next to me as I watched, then sucked him to a glorious climax that ended up with his semen down your throat. I remember the time when I slipped a finger into you when the other partiers were too engrossed in each other to notice, then offered the foamy residue to you. You sucked it from my finger like a cat licking cream from a dish.
As I watch you, I think back to the evening when one of our female friends kissed you deeply in thanks, and you returned the favor with such gusto that the two of you ended up on the bed lapping and bathing each other’s pussies with active and passionate tongues and tasting cunt for the first time.
I recall the camping trip when one of my buddies backpacked with us and, feigning resentment, complained that he was the only male backpacker on the trip to not get any pussy. Accommodating lady that you are, you invited him into our tent and proceeded to service our friend for hours so things would be “fair and balanced.” You fucked him at least once on each day of the trip just to keep things equitable.
As I admire your soft and succulent body, the nakedness I adore, I think back to when you offered to teach our unsophisticated male friend how a man can pleasure a woman with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. I remember vividly the lusty lessons you provided him in the queen-size bed of our small apartment, mentoring him in the ways to satisfy a woman’s pussy, how to lick softly and slowly on her puffy labia.
You spread your legs for your young student, showing him the art of eating pussy and how to best satisfy his future partners. I recall you then ending the three sessions by letting him fuck you on that same bed while I read in the other room. “Wait in here,” you said to me. “I’m going to show him how to fuck.”
I reminisce about how we developed our taste for strawberry rhubarb pie when, inspired one night by the last piece, I coated your pussy with the filling and then ate it from your saucy platter with my lips and my tongue. I cleaned the sticky dessert from your inner thighs with long, loving licks, ate it from your coated labia, and sucked it out of your slit with devoted lips and then concentrated on lapping your clit until you came with a shriek. The bed sheets were sticky and the memory is still sweet.
I look back with delight upon the night I watched you fuck the cowboy hunk who asked you to dance at the bar, then accepted our invitation back to our room for some spontaneous “horizontal dancing.” He took you on the king-sized bed as I turned on the television and pretended I wasn’t watching his dick plunging in and out of your sex-crazed pussy.
In those days your willingness to try new things put you in a unique class of women, of lovers, of sexual partners. I knew then what a lucky man I was, and I know now what a lucky man I still am.
Your sweet, luscious ass reminds me of one time on a Paris street. We were parked at the curb in a rental car and you bent over the back of the front seat as I lifted up your dress and pulled down your panties, then swabbed and sucked on your asshole from the back seat as traffic rushed on by. You yelled obscenities in French as you came, and I smiled all the way to Nice.
The sight of you trimming your furry triangle revives the memory of the day we were going to see our friend’s sailboat and you went up the ladder first. My good friend stood on the ground looking up, watching from below as you displayed your cute little ass and crotch for his inspection as you climbed above him.
I remember being surprised when I told you later what a view he’d gotten and you said you knew he was looking all the time. You amazed and pleased us both the next time we visited his boat by wearing another short skirt without panties.
What a lovely pussy, I think, as I recall how he and I both stripped you completely in the cabin on the second social call, then took turns thoroughly fucking the first female visitor of my pal’s new yacht.
Your pussy looks yummy as I think back to the first time I ever put my mouth over that glorious slit and ran my tongue between your succulent lips; the first time my tongue touched your tiny anus and made you coo with delight; or the first time you thirstily took my ejaculate down your throat.
You looked up at me when you finished, smiled, then licked your lips and kissed the end of my cock, lapping up the last bit of semen from the hastily shrinking tip. “That was delicious,” I remember you saying.
What a marvelous sex life we’ve had! I wonder, as I stand here in the shower with a hard-on, if you’ll let me relive one or more of those moments this afternoon, now that our lovemaking doesn’t come as often as before. Maybe I’ll fuck you, or taste that marvelous moist pussy, or both. Knowing you, my sweet, you’ll let me have my way with you, as always.
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Once Upon a Wish
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Posted:Dec 9, 2009 4:20 am
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2009 2:40 am
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A man has spent many days crossing the desert without water. His camel dies of thirst. He's crawling through the sands, certain that he has breathed his last, when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to be an old brief case. He opens it and out pops a "genie". But this is no ordinary genie. He is wearing an IRS ID badge and dull gray suit. There's a calculator in his pocket. He has a pencil tucked behind one ear.
"Well, ," says the genie. "You know how it works". "You have three wishes."
"I'm not falling for this." Says the man. "I'm not going to trust an IRS agent."
"What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and It looks like you're a goner anyway!"
The man thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is right. "OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plentiful food and drink."
***POOF*** The man finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. And he is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
"OK, , what's your second wish."
"My second wish is that I were rich beyond my wildest dreams."
***POOF*** The man finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.
"OK, , you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!"
After thinking for a few minutes, the man says: "I wish that no matter where I go beautiful women will want and need me."
***POOF*** He is turned into a tampon.
The moral of the story? If the IRS offers you anything, there's going to be a string attached!
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