May 31st, 2009 by admin

Both bare within the shower, enduring cool water- then cold water while kisses occupy the mind. Where flesh touches flesh it’s warmer- very, very hot and good. Soothing. Once shivering begins the water is turned off.

I slip to my knees and suck that sweet dick of yours, wanting to free it of the cold, to make it hard. You assist, your hand at the back of my head, I growl my approval as you begin to fuck my throat. The gags are few and nothing to discourage either folks.

The tip of my nose touches your stomach as you hold your cock deep in my throat. “Check out me.” i attempt to search for, however the angle is inaccurate- I do my best. You already know the hassle and lean back, rubbing my head like a dog. Normally i’d laugh but the smoldering on your eyes burns away that tendency, instead I whimper- not wanting you to prevent. You shrink back- I gasp for breath and also you help me to my feet where I’m greeted with a tongue heavy kiss. Limbs wrapped around torsos, squeezed as close together as possible. Your hand slides down my thigh, behind my knee and hoists it up- hooking my leg over your hip. Your cock is bent forward, stroking the swelling flesh between my thighs.

You set my foot at the fringe of the bathtub and force your dick into me. You thrust, chilled bodies slick with water. Wonderfully slippery as you fuck me. Whenever your dick is buried in me- no matter what part- i’m elated, there isn’t any feeling find it irresistible. i’m able to never have enough.
 
I like to please you and there’s something you wish that I’ve never done. But for you- i might try anything. It takes me a moment- it’s very awkward- peculiar- I bite your neck, hiding my face from yours- but eventually it happens. You’re feeling it and forestall moving- the warmth spreading quickly over your balls and thighs as I pee. You groan, your body automatically pulses with small thrusts, your fingers clutch my hips tightly. But you need to see it and peel my arms off you. You lean back and watch it spill down our legs. Then it’s over.
 
Still keeping you inside me- I adjust the water to something tolerable and avoid your eyes, my face bright red, my fingers twiddling with the dark path of hair in your stomach. The nice and cozy water is pleasing, wisking away remnants of my mess. i admire your dick in me. Even being still it’s fantastic. You flick your hips slowly, not likely pulling out but nudging the tip of my insides with that fat head of yours. Bouncing off my cervix, making me gasp. You enjoy my invountary noises- the erratic breathing and kiss them as they spill from my lips.
 
Standing limits movement- so we visit our knees, you behind me, you’ve got me on all fours. Water streams up my back and over my head that’s low, my ass high, arms bracing me so i’m able to receive all of your power as you begin fucking. The sound is wicked- wet meat thudding into wet meat. Water spraying, me moan each time your thighs crash into my cheeks.

The sound of the slap echoes loud but so does my delighted cry. Your hand print is already evident. A crimson stamp on white flesh. Another slap connects and another. You fist my hair and yank me to face on my knees- now you’re fucking upwards. A harsh kiss, a median twist of a nipple then a vicious pinch between my legs. My fingernails have dug deep into your hips, the beautiful swells of your ass. I twist slightly as you bang away, my fingers wishing to prod your ass. It’s difficult with the hard pounding you’re giving me- but a wet fingertip circles it and presses gently. You slow a bit to permit me some play time- but your dick soon makes other demands.
 
A hand on my shoulder pushes me forward, back onto my hands- a company press at the back of my neck tells me I’m to bow fully. Head low- ass high- I brace myself again. The fucking is dropped at a fervent pace. Mutual groans with each stroke in. It’s a stabbing- a delicous stabbing. i’m on the subject of coming. My body tells me the horny beast is ready to shake me out again. I curse. Beg. Praise. Plead. All on your name. I come, shaking and shuddering and unable to think about anything but what you’re doing. i would like it. i need it badly and also you give it. a difficult thrust- your cock smashed against my insides and spraying your come. Hot threads on my wonderfully aggravated innards.

You’re finished and pause, holding us in position for a moment longer before you pull out. I sit up straight and punctiliously get to my feet, you’re still kneeling. I pet your head, the sort of good, good man, a great puppy. This time it’s funny to me but I only smile. You’re watching my thighs- looking forward to the white to slide out, down. It won’t happen anytime soon- it’s buried as buried may be. But still, you lean forward and lick my inner thighs. It tickles, I bite my lip and hold still. Your finger fishes into me- startling my pussy with it’s wiggling. You withdraw your finger that is glossy with our fluids. You stand and press the finger to my lip, I open my mouth and suck it clean. Before i will swallow- you kiss me, your tongue on mine- seeking residue of our fuck.

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May 30th, 2009 by admin

“Oh my fucking goodness, why did you invite her?” Amber frowned as she flipped her long blonde hair out of her face to disclose her ocean bluish-green eyes.

“Why you don’t like Iara?” Tanya asked as she pulled a different comforter set out of her closet.

“Because…” Amber pouted.

Tanya turned to have a look at Amber sitting at the floor applying hot pink nail polish on her cute little toes. “Because what? Amber, we’re all 18, time to forestall acting like kids. And why are you polishing your toes now? Let’s look forward to Iara”

“Tanya!” Tanya’s mom called from downstairs. “Iara’s here.”

Amber rolled her eyes as Tanya got excited and yelled back. “Send her up, mom.” Then she turned to Amber. “Let the make-overs begin!”

“No amount of make-up goes make Iara look better,” Amber whispered just as Iara entered the room.

Truth was, Iara was stunning. That’s why Amber didn’t like her. Iara was new to their school. She’d just moved here from Brazil and my, my, my, the men lusted after her slender but curvacious caramel colored skin. Before her, Amber was the main attractive girl, well Tanya was also but boys couldn’t have her. She was gay. But they need she weren’t because she was so pretty. Sporting a quick Rihanna-type hairdo that accompanied her rich chocolate skin well, hazel eyes, plump lips, and an ass like J.Lo’s that jiggled at any time when she took a step. That was Tanya. Amber was the top-turning, jaw-dropping, make-em slob beauty. Together with her flawless vanilla skin, natural blonde hair to her shoulders, perky c-cups, flat tummy, and long hairless legs, Amber was stunning. Iara came and Amber didn’t just like the competition. Iara was a real Brazilian beauty. Long flowing silky black hair all the way down to her ass, long tanned legs, almond-shaped light brown eyes, an award-winning smile housing 32 shining pearls which you seen each time a boy complimented her on her double Ds. All 3 girls were stunning.

“Hey hey,” Iara greeted them as she sat a tray wrapped in foil on Tanya’s dresser. “I brought chocolate chip cookies.”

“My favorite,” Tanya squealed as she ripped the foil off.

Amber was so jealous. So long as she and Tanya were having these sleepovers, she’d never thought to bring anything. Iara was making her look bad.

“Don’t you desire one?” Iara asked Amber who hadn’t moved from her spot at the floor.

“I don’t like chocolate chip,” she lied.

“Let’s get to the partying,” Tanya said, purposely interrupting from Iara mentioned Amber was eating them at lunch today. “This has got to be definitely the right slumber party, because here is the last one I’ll ever have.”

“Why?” Iara inquired.

“Because we’ll be in college next year!” she exclaimed and Iara joined in at the giggles.

Amber was still pissed Tanya invited Iara before running it by her. She quietly got up and went into the rest room to modify into her pajamas which have been the shortest shorts and a spaghetti strap top that displayed her pierced midsection.

“Let’s see that Brazilian look hotter than this,” she mumbled to herself before exiting the toilet with the widest grin on her face.

“Oh my goodness, that may be so cute, Am,” Iara said as she dug in her bag.

“i do know . Thanks,” she replied cockily.

Iara pulled something from her bag and said, “i’ve that one, too.”

Amber bit her bottom lip and collapsed at the floor. Iara stood up, pulled her t-shirt above her head to disclose she was not wearing a bra, then slip into her half-top. From Amber’s peripheral, she noticed Tanya’s smile widened.

“Why don’t you convert within the bathroom?” Amber asked.

“No! It’s fine. She will change right there,” Tanya blurted, obviously enjoying the show.

With Tanya’s approval, Iara continued to undress right there in front of them. Down together with her pants and her thong, broadcasting her Brazilian waxed pussy. Iara was standing, facing Amber sitting at the floor, together with her pussy damn near in her face. Tanya was near her closet, viewing the side of Iara’s nakedness.

“Like my bikini wax?” Iara asked Amber.

Amber frowned and averted her eyes.

“Let me see,” Tanya demanded.

Iara turned towards Tanya who was nodding. Amber was so furious. Now this bitch had her perky little ass damn near in her face.

“Why don’t you place your shorts on already?” Amber yelled.

Iara smiled as she put them on. But hers were so short that the ground of Iara’s ass was hanging out. Amber dropped her head in her hands and called Iara a slut constantly in her mind.

Tanya was still within the corner, fanning herself. “It just got hot as hell in here. That is surely going to be the appropriate slumber party yet.”

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May 29th, 2009 by admin

A few month after my first date with Murphy, I just needed to see her again. Working hard to drag it together I scored a consulting job that might put me in Hinsdale Illinois, about thirty minutes from her, for a pair days.

i’ll become hooked on Murphy. Her Irish strength of purpose and seriously attractiveness are captivating. There’s a personality, Nellie Coyne, in Andrew Greeley’s novels that I go along with Murphy. The nature is a hazel-eyed redhead, a lady with considerable command of presence who reeks of sexual power and chemistry. The Coyne character is unattainable, and Murphy nearly so counting on the whim of a husband who enjoys sharing her sometimes. She too, is a hazel-eyed redhead.

In another reality Murphy might’ve been a nun for her avocation is one in every of self sacrifice, self-effacement and strict obedience to a high-quality. The variation is that she relishes wringing baby-batter from a stiff cock greater than a nun might enjoy scrubbing a floor or teaching an obsolete catechism to a roomful of bored 5 th grade kids. I’m imagining her as Sister Mary Murphy, from Our Lady of Bodily Charms. She ministers to these entrusted to her care and he or she does so joyfully, adroitly, dragging her body in the course of the muck and mire of human sexuality to go away men spent. Is the deeply relaxed wellbeing we call pussy-whipped akin to the Catholic construct called a state of grace? Both conditions bring peace of mind – maybe so.

Perhaps God in His wisdom blessed Murphy and said, “I made you to fuck, to be attached to a cock, many cocks. You’re for man’s pleasure and that will get pleasure from doing that well.” Perhaps God had a woody the day she was conceived.

A shrink might want to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her proclivities. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were tramps and whores, while their priests are fucking kids and somehow that’s acceptable. He will need to write about Oedipal impulses and parenting. Whatever his loftiness for a systematic paper within the journals, his opus might never reach peer review or publication. Why? I’m imagining Murphy on his patient couch together with her skirt ‘accidentally’ open simply enough. Her panties might just be off to at least one side revealing her fleshy, engorged labia. Putting herself on display excites Murphy and so, because the session wore on, her heady musk would permeate the room. Perhaps her own feminine bouquet is mixed with the pungent scent of semen from a person she was directed to service before her visit to the shrink. Together with his mentality reshaped by the compelling sight of a supine Murphy, her charms wet and prepared, and the disquieting aromas of her nether regions, might a guy abandon strict canons of medical ethics and discharge his testicles deeply, almost violently, into her body? Would he succumb to a desperate effort to displace whatever sperm was in her body together with his own? He would ever catch-on that Murphy was directed to seduce him?

That’s Murphy and that i just needed to see her again. This trip I ‘borrowed’ Murphy for an afternoon and an evening. We drove north for a tourist trek along Chicago’s Lakeshore Drive. We sculpted the fantasy like we were on a honeymoon. We walked as lovers, spoke as lovers, shared meals as lovers, held one another as lovers and fucked like alien beasts on amphetamines.

Our first stop was the loo Shed Aquarium, where we enjoyed the sensuality of massive water animals gliding nearly effortlessly during the clear water. I hugged Murphy warmly from behind, the scent of her hair and the closeness of her soft body driving wood unseen but turgid against her bottom. Sometimes Murphy would thrust back against it, nearly driving me wild. My arms round her placed my hands atop her full breasts and when nobody was near I’d allow them to slip lower for a finger to stray against the side of an erect nipple. There has been something in regards to the sharks that gave the impression to bolster the sensuality in either one of us. i feel it was the flexibility in those creatures and the inherent danger they may pose but not for the thick glass of the tank wall.

Our next stop was the planetarium where the soft ethereal music and darkness of a celeb show gave occasion for soft kisses and intimate touches unseen by our fellow ‘stargazers.’ I’ve had a nasty habit of falling asleep during such shows with my wife over time but touching Murphy had me anything but sleepy!

A classical concert was scheduled on the Grant Park and coincidentally it was Ravel’s ‘Bolero” a pulsing, heady mixture of sensual music and so as opposed to have dinner in a quiet restaurant we opted to choose up sandwiches, fruit and wine to picnic within the park. Buckingham Fountain was lit beautifully and the increasingly dramatic music had me wondering if i may hold back from humping Murphy right there at the lawn. Our kisses certainly were gathering intensity as were others within the crowd. I half-wondered if an enormous orgy might erupt! Bolero is robust music and Murphy… well, she’s more intoxicating than the wine.

We left the park and went to our hotel. Passion was on hold for a couple of minutes because we both needed to pee but I had champagne sent up from Room Service. The delivery guy looked young and virile but I gave Murphy a glance that told her in no uncertain terms that she was all mine tonight. If she was disappointed, it didn’t show. I poured champagne and raised a tumbler in a toast that just a certain sort of bride desires to hear on her honeymoon, “I want you, you fucking Gaelic bitch, now get undressed and suck me.” Murphy smiled broadly and commenced to undress. Obscenely, I ‘dropped me tweeds’, because the Celtics say, took Murphy’s glass and dipped my cockhead into it. In that short span of time, Murphy was right down to a black lace bra, wispy panties, black lace thigh highs and she or he was suckling my cock like a hungry baby at the breast. She cupped my balls with one hand as she stroked my cock with the alternative. Not desperate to come too soon I backed her off. And moved Murphy to the bed where I slid her panty to at least one side and plunged tongue-first into her folds. I vowed that this woman would come at the least twice before I sunk my cock into her. “Do you prefer this?” I growled.

“Yes!” Murphy replied between gasps.

“Tell me then, make me know the way much you want it, your voice excites me.”

Thus began a litany of sexual dialogue between Murphy and me.

“Oh fuck” “Yes” “Oh my god” “Oh you’re lightly stretching my inner lips and it’s making me desire to scream” “Yes, my clit, suck it” “Yes”

If Murphy went too long without telling me how good it felt or how much she desired to come I’d slap her ass – not hard enough to harm – but enough to command her attention. Murphy came and that i kept punishing her with my tongue. i used to be water-boarding her girl parts in sweet torture until she came a second time, with a muffled scream as she bit her lip almost until it bled.

I yanked the panties off of Murphy’s fine ass. They came off undamaged but i truly didn’t care at that time. Her bra went next and there she was in all her wanton glory, mine to fuck, suck and fuck some more. I put a pillow under Murphy’s ass and mounted her missionary style. Deliberately, I slid my cock along her swollen lips and clit but failed to enter her.

“You want this?” I taunted her.

“Yes”

“Where?” I said.

“You know where”

“Fuck you, you wonderful slutty thing, tell me exactly where you would like my prick!”

“Inside me”

“Inside your ass?”

“No, you realize where.”

“Where, tell me!” I commanded and gave her thigh a gentle slap.

“In my pussy.”

“In your where? “ I continued teasing

“My vagina.”

“You mean your cunny?”

“Yes, you already know that.”

“Say it!”

“Say what?”

Say exactly where you would like my prick you teasing bitch and that i like to hear your dirty talk.”

“My cunny.” Murphy took the lead. “Ram that prick into my hot cunny, my hole, my cunt, whatever you could call it but please fuck me now!”

I took Murphy slowly at the start and tweaked and suckled her nipples as I probed her with my dick. Soon the pace was picking up and words – dirty words- flowed easily between us. Soon I changed positions to doggie style and that i pulled Murphy’s hips to me. i noticed that Murphy was used to having a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy with this position but from her thrusting and cursing she sure didn’t seem uninterested in only 1 cock and one possibly older than her father’s no less.

We fucked and taunted for ten minutes or so after which the tip was near. Just like the savage intensity of the last bars of the Bolero concert I humped like either the area’s salvation or my damnation depended upon it and that i felt Murphy’s orgasm take her over. Seconds later, my very own orgasm arrived with the impact of a grand mal seizure nearly knocking us out of bed. My genitals released like jets of fireside as my balls and penis emptied into Murphy. I fell onto the bed beside her and Murphy rolled over beside me. I pulled Murphy in for a cuddle and he or she held me off for a second to put a pillow beneath her hips again. “I wish to keep your come inside me for awhile longer,” she said. We cuddled and that i told Murphy time and again what a very good girl she is. I told her she is an effective, loving and giving girl with a slutty, perverse, libido to make any man pleased with her whoring and cocksucking.

We slept during the night, and awoke to make love again before breakfast. It was with great reluctance that I drove Murphy home but she seemed excited and happy to be there. i feel Murphy desired to show her husband the come dried on her thighs and suffer the effects of raising his ire and his lust.

The fellow is one lucky bastard, as am I.

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May 28th, 2009 by admin

Tanya was still inside the corner, fanning herself. “It just got hot as hell in here. Here’s surely going to be the correct slumber party yet.” Then Tanya turned into an average size tee and long pajama bottoms right before her mom walked in.

“Hey ladies,” she said as she sat a bowl at the dresser, “I made a face mask for you. In the event you guys need the rest, let me know.”

“Ok, thanks mom,” Tanya smiled just as her mom left the room.

“Your mom is so hot,” Iara joked as she viewed the contents at the dresser.

“That’s where i am getting it from. i am getting it from my momma,” Tanya sang in her ghetto voice.

“She also brought a cucumber,” Iara said as she positioned it at the dresser about to chop it.

“No!” Tanya yelled and dashed over, almost tripping over Amber. “We won’t be using the cucumber.”

Amber and Iara’s eyebrows shot up. “Why not?” they asked in unsion.

“Because. I. Said. So.” Tanya put much emphasis on each word.

The girls frowned up at her, suspiciously eyeing her nervousness.

Tanya finally broke down and admitted. “Because i take advantage of this to…” she smiled and shook the cucumber up and down within the air.

Amber was lost but Iara quickly picked up on it. “Eww, you nasty slut. Why don’t you only buy a dildo?”

“I don’t want my mom finding a dildo in my room. She’ll know I’m gay evidently.”

“You slut,” Iara laughed as she snatched the cucumber from Tanya and put it in her mouth, giving the cucumber a blowjob.

Tanya was speechless. Amber was confused. “Didn’t she just say she puts that during her pussy and also you just put it on your mouth?” Amber said.

Iara took it out her mouth and slid it down Tanya’s pjs and rubbed it against her clit. Tanya wasn’t stopping her. Amber jumped up, not believing this was occurring before her eyes.

“You’re gay too?” she questioned.

“Probably not, I just have a specific thing for warm girls. i might be around the world you in case you were so mean to me,” Iara admitted.

“I’m not gay, bi, or maybe curious so don’t try me,” Amber snapped. “Here is presupposed to be a celebration, not an orgy.” Amber was yelling.

Knock, knock. “Girls?” It was Tanya’s mom on the door. Tanya and Iara had terminated their fun and were sitting at the floor by the point her mom walked into the room. “I heard yelling. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, mom. We just got really excited. Sorry, we’ll keep the noise down,” Tanya assured.

With a nice smile, her mom nodded and exit the room.

“Amber! Keep your voice down,” Tanya said. “You just about got us busted.”

Amber joined them at the floor, still frowning. “Are we gonna polish our toes or what?”

Tanya had her glaze locked on Amber. She was not happy.

“What? I’ll keep my voice down,” Amber assured.

“Do you’ve something against lesbians?” Tanya inquired.

Amber defended herself quickly. “No, and also you should know that. You’re my ally and also you’re gay and that i don’t have an issue with that. Never have and not will. You already know I accept you for who you’re, Tanya. Why would you ask that?”

Iara butted in. “Since it gave the impression of you had a prob.”

Amber lied, “Well I don’t.”

Iara smiled, “i do know what you want.” Iara crawled towards Amber.

Amber just sat at the floor Indiana style, looking to determine what within the hell was she doing. Iara got virtually Amber, close enough for her Beyonce’s Heat perfume to fill Amber’s nostrils. She leaned close, but Amber pushed her back.

“What the hell are you doing, Iara?” Am asked as she stood up.

“You’re no fun,” Iara announced as she turned and crawled to Tanya. She tried it again with Tanya and leaned forward. Tanya didn’t move. Instead, she let their lips meet, then tongues. Amber was astonished. They started kissing loudly, making smacking noises and moaning in between breaks. Tanya’s hand curled around Iara’s body until she found her ass. Her hand cascaded up her little shorts and squeezed her firm ass. Iara slid her moist tongue to Tanya’s neck. Tanya’s eyes were rolling as she bit her bottom lip. Amber was still off to the side, watching. Strangely, she was making a puddle in her thongs. The ladies continued with their episode at the floor until a knock at the floor disturbed them. It was Tanya’s mom again.

Tanya and that i were sitting at the floor with their backs to Tanya’s mom, pretending to be polishing their toes. They were too guilty and horny to stand her. But Amber checked out her and realized her watery eyes.

“What’s wrong, Mrs. Richardson?” Amber asked, mentally pulling Tanya and Iara out in their sexual frustrations.

Tanya stood and went to her mom. “What’s the problem, mom?”

“I remember should you were a little bit girl, should you first started having these slumber parties. Now you’re grown and should be off to varsity,” she cried. “Here’s your last party and that i just need to be here. Because when you burst off to faculty, I won’t have the ability to bake you cookies or anything. I just wanna be apart of my daughter’s last party. Please,” she begged.

“Sure,” Amber smiled.

Tanya and Iara nodded, but they were pissed. Not more fun.

TO BE CONTINUED…

May 27th, 2009 by admin

Different sort of Blow Job
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I’ve written of my adventures at a swing club before. Here’s one who happened and did greater than ‘blow my mind’.

We arrived as usual on Friday night, the night before the party. We did this each week. The club, almost 200 miles from our home was owned by close friends, not only fellow swingers.

Jim and Phyllis had run the club for nearly twenty years. That they had been ‘In The way of living’ most their wedded lives. The ‘CLUB’ was their home. Almost 4,000 sq ft, tri level home within the country of a small southwest Michigan community. Six bedrooms, dance floor, bar, huge hot tub, nice kitchen, DJ, all of the amenities of a respectable club.

Now, there’s two typical styles of swing clubs, ‘on’ and ‘off’ premise. An Off-premise club is where people would dress up and meet in a mutually advantageous place. Maybe a nightclub, with a space reserved for them. A hotel, using one of many conference rooms. They normally required you to buy any beverages from a hotel’s or nightclub’s services. You’d dress up for ‘SHOW’ Like animals doing a mating dance you were there to reveal off and attract others. In case you met another couple, female, male, which you were desirous about, you be required to bring the joys elsewhere. Hotel room, home, etc. In other words, all sexual activities are conducted OFF the premises.

Now an ‘ON-premise’ club is strictly that, on premise. You’d arrive dressed to electrify, but at your time would get ‘dressed down’ to higher impress. Lingerie, swimwear, thongs, bra and panties, or totally naked. The bedrooms were provided for fun and games, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find folks having sex at the dance floor, inside the hot tub, out within the enclosed backyard, in front of the fireside. Anywhere the bug bit, you’d find folks having sex in some form or another.

Most all parties are, in a single form or another a takeoff on these two styles.

So, here was Merry and that i, helping get where tidied up and readied for the subsequent nights events. Much was already done, but being the home was their actual residence there has been always things to wash, put away, get out, and otherwise prepare.

Saturday night came and that i was asked to be the greeter for the evening. That required meeting folks as they arrived, signing them in, taking their money. It also required that I meet newcomers (there’s a pun for you). Either i might take them on a tour, or get another member to take action if too busy on the door. In the course of the tour a brand new couple will be told all of the rules. What was OK and never allowed.

Yes, there have been things that were considered taboo on the club. The first rule was ‘NO’ means no. No person was required to do anything, with anyone, they didn’t would like to be with. Anyone trying to force a topic with someone will be shown the door and never allowed back.

Now, most clubs are pretty open, apart from something. Sorry bi guys, even today most clubs don’t permit male bisexuality. They admit it’s portion of the life-style, but just a small percentage of guys play male to male. After alcohol is consumed too many fights get away when a fellow has the ‘eye’ for an additional fellow that’s doesn’t play that way. Maybe your time sooner or later views will change, but until then, most clubs discourage it. Not all, but most.

Now, as people started arriving, many known, some new, i’ll hear things getting started at the dance floor within the lower level. Because the party progressed i used to be ready to leave the door to Phyllis and join Merry. She was sitting with a brand new couple. Al and Angie. Maybe of their mid 30′s, they looked as if it would have kept themselves nicely.

After about 20 minutes of talking, and noticing Angie eying the crotch of my thong, she looks over and nervously asks if she will be able to see my cock. Well? What’s a gent to do? In spite of everything she’s wanting me, and she or he don’t look bad herself. i do know Merry won’t have an issue with it. So i look at Al to determine if he’s pleased with it. He gives a nod of assent, so standing, I step close in to Angie. She runs her hands up and down the bulge feeling my cock get harder and harder as she lightly caresses it. I motion for her to take away my thong.

Slowly, she grasps the waistband of the thong, tugging it down over my hips. The top of my hardening cock hangs behind the tip of the thong, so Angie uses her lips to realise front and tug it clear of my shaft. Now freed, she pulls the thong right down to my ankles, allowing me to step out of them. As she’s doing this her husband reaches over and pulls the bustier she’s wearing from her breasts. Her dark aureole sprout from her top, nipples hard and erect.

Her hands at the moment are sliding up and down my shaft. Over my cock head, down under my cock to my balls. Not missing an inch. I reach down and take a tit in each hand tweaking those excited nipples. Forcing a puff from her mouth. Quickly her tongue follows her hands doing a dance on my shaft and nuts.

Unknown to me, Al had risen from the table. In a moment he was back with a hot cup of coffee. What’d I care. here his wife was reminiscent of my cock. Did i actually give a damn what he drank?

That’s when essentially the most astounding blow job of my life began. Also among the many shortest. Angie paused for a moment, reached over and took a massive gulp of her hubby’s coffee. She swirled it in her mouth for approximately 5 seconds before swallowing it, then returned to my dick. What am i able to say but, ‘OH MY GOD’! Her heated mouth encased my cock to the bottom. Never had my cock been in this kind of moist hot mouth. Incredible wouldn’t do it right.

I’m 40 years old. I’ve had hundreds of blowjobs from all types of girls. Those that sucked cock because they thought it necessary, all of the solution to people who loved sucking cock, and everything in between. Now this gal didn’t like sucking cock, she LOVED it! She made it her goal to delight the fellow she was pleasing orally. Angie made a real art of sucking cock. Another gulp of coffee, or even at room temperature it felt as though I’d gone from furnace to fridge. Then, just as quickly her reheated mouth was on my shaft again.

Her heated tongue ran down the glans at the underside of my cock. The furnace of warmth was melting my resistance. i’ll feel my thighs tightening, quivering. I knew the top was fast approaching.

One last gulp of coffee. One last encasement of my penis into her mouth, and my sperm rocketed up from my bowels. Pulse after pulse of sperm shot into Angie’s open gullet. She didn’t miss a drop. Not letting a drop escape her mouth, gulping me down as fast because it entered her oral cavity.

My hands had long since left her tits. Back arched, all i may do was balance myself holding onto the back of the chair behind me.

When not more sperm was left, completely drained, she withdrew her mouth from my spent penis. Now not did it stand proud, but hung limp between my legs, empty of it’s juices. I felt as though there has been none left.

That’s after I heard the applause and chatter. Lots of individuals had son there at the dance floor watching this terrific exhibition of oral talent. The music had even stopped because the DJ had become enthralled watching. For sure The coffee maker was in overdrive that evening and Angie was probably the most desirable gal there that night.

Later at the four people took our play upstairs to at least one of the bedrooms. But in over 12 years on the club, that was the foremost exciting blowjob I ever had there, or anywhere. Bon Apetit.

May 26th, 2009 by admin

You recognize, Lindsey, I never should’ve been played like that. Makylah played me for an entire fool and that i was stupid enough to fall for it. What does that say for my self image? Pretty fucking pathetic in the event you question me. But no, you’re right, I should keep my head up. I deserve better than that bitch, better than the lying whore she is.

Get this, she told me she loved me and never him. I just don’t get it. She said she had left him and that she was all mine. Then i am getting slapped within the face like this? I mean yeah, I wasn’t exactly boyfriend material in my younger days, but does that mean karma needed to get me like this? i used to be able to calm down together with her, to begin a life after which she comes out and pulls this bull shit. I don’t know what to do to show the tables and get karma off my back.

While I write this to you, i’m able to’t appear to stop the memories from flooding back. The memories of our times together, all of the happy moments we had. One especially involves mind.

It was a groovy night in mid October, only a month or two when I met Makylah. I had just gotten back from vacation the day before today and had decided to establish for the 2 folks to hang around. I should’ve found it strange that she was so willing to hang around at my place. i do know you could attest to this – most women aren’t comfortable hanging out with a man for the 1st time over at his place. Am I right?

Anyways, I hadn’t seen her in over a month and couldn’t quite remember what she looked liked. I definitely wasn’t disappointed once she stepped out of her car after arriving at my place either. I gave her a once over real quick, ensuring she didn’t catch me checking her out in case her motives were different than mine. You recognize me, always being that guy that’s willing to get into any girls’ pants which can be willing. Why should this be of any exception? That’s what i presumed.

Sorry to maintain getting off course like that.

So I watched her ass sway as she walked in front of me. It was kind of like she was doing this shit on purpose, because once we reached my front door, she looked over her shoulder and flashed me a devilish grin. Not just did it cause my dick to stir, however also let me know that she knew i used to be watching her body. You already know that I’m not bashful in relation to letting girls know what i feel of them. And Makylah was definitely no exception either. Damn…

Ah, I did it again!

We walked into my house, and the very first thing she does is go searching my place. She starts snooping round the kitchen, my room after which back into the lounge. I’m looking around to boot, wondering if she was inspecting my cleaning habits. To me, i assumed I had done a fantastic job keeping that place clean. Being a single guy living alone, I kinda needed to. You never know after I might bring home a woman. I don’t desire to bring her back to a messy house. That’s just not right…

Anyways, after her inspection – or so i guess – we finally made it back to the lounge where she quickly spotted the couch. After thinking that things were getting in my favor, I gladly sat down next to her. Really just about her actually. Not that I cared or anything, but she didn’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, in order that’s all that mattered on the time. So I quickly installed a film before she had a big gamble to stand up again.

Damn, Lindsey, never let me decide upon Saw 6 as a film to look at the 1st time I hang around with a lady. That movie was not just gross, however it was also off putting because I planned on taking her in some unspecified time in the future that night and was afraid that movie could have killed any chance I had at getting along with her. I mean give it some thought, Linds…if I get grossed out during a film, imagine what others around me are dealing with. To circumvent losing any chance I had, I made my move.

I slyly put my arm round her and gave her a snappy tickle. This caused her to leap and switch sideways into me. This opened the door for more tickles, and you may bet your ass that I took full good thing about it. I grabbed either one of her sides and went to town on her. Next thing i do know , she’s up against me, fighting off her laughter as i eventually decided she had enough. What happened next definitely took her unexpectedly.

I leaned and kissed her, not even terrified of her pulling away or slapping me. And to my benefit, neither happened. I pulled back after a pair seconds and looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. I knew i used to be in as I saw her eyes glaze over with lust. I kissed her again, only this time was with a touch more force and fervour. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and partially moved on top of her, pulling her waist and sides into me. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and arching her back so we were touching.

I became bold – as though I weren’t already – and began fondling her breast through her shirt. This elicited a moan from her pretty mouth, which was muffled from the kiss, as she pulled me tighter into her. i determined it was a good suggestion if I took the hint and moved between her legs.

Well, guess what, Linds? That’s exactly what I did. And the way delicious was it, you ask? Fucking amazing. She already had a humid spot the scale of Texas at the crotch of her jeans. My cock was throbbing hard and straining tightly against my jeans at this point, so I took the freedom to let her know exactly what she was doing to me. I pressed my hard-on very tight against her covered pussy and commenced poking and prodding at her, all while kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. I’m a damn good multi tasker, i do know .

I knew for a fact i used to be in once I suggested we take this to a more well-off place. I don’t know why, but she appeared to develop into this shy and innocent girl once i discussed a more well-off place. It was almost as though she didn’t are looking to leave the couch. But with a little bit coaxing and a few charm, she was in my bed, naked with my cock buried balls deep into her wet cunt. And holy hell was she tight. I mean like tighter than a few of the girls I’d fucked earlier than her. And also you know where my count were before she became another notch on my belt.

The sorrowful thing, now that I mention it, although we had many more great times, is that she was horrible the 1st time we had sex. She just lay there, with eyes closed, silent as may be considering she was being shafted by a good sized cock, with a moan now and then. i used to be getting frustrated, almost to the purpose of being discouraged and insulted at her quiet nature. i used to be starting to think she were railed by a monster cock at some point soon in her life and that mine was only a tease in comparison to the onslaught she received.

Seems that was not the case. Apparently Ms. Makyla was indeed a shy, horny girl. Up to she wanted my cock, she didn’t think she was going to truly subject herself to it the first actual time we spent time. Just goes to reveal what sort of an impact i will have if I apply it right.

Ah, sorry, Lindsey, not attempting to sound like a pompous prick or anything, but my confidence level that night scored me a group of points.

i made a decision to blow my load inside her a touch sooner than I planned. Most of it was out of frustration because she clearly wasn’t reacting to my cock such as you had that one night…damn, i couldn’t keep you quiet…not to get off subject here.

Like I said, I came deep inside her simply to get it over with. i used to be hoping that she wasn’t always like that, since you know the way i really like a woman to be loud. But after I pulled out, I lie next to her and instantly she become this cuddly, clingy girl – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Point is, I enjoyed that cuddle time but was also confused as to why she was so damn shy during sex. i’d eventually discover at a later date, but that’s a complete different story.

After a failed try to get her to remain the night with me, I reluctantly gave in to her pleads that she had to get home that night. Even then, a fucking red flag should’ve gone off. But no, i used to be too oblivious to peer it then.

After that night, things began to change within myself. i began to observe her differently, not just as a bit of meat to paste my cock into. i started seeing her as a girl, a possible girlfriend and perhaps even someone i’ll cool down with. And because the days and weeks passed – in addition to our sexual encounters, which became better and higher whenever – i started to comprehend and are available to terms with the idea that she may very well be settle-down material. Not likely to lie, it was quite the feared thought.

Even then, I didn’t back out, or maybe run from my feelings. I embraced them, allow them to happen and allow them to come to me. i used to be commencing to fall for her and the L word was attempting to sneak its way into my vocabulary – a fucking word that I never thought I’d ever use.

It was crazy, Lindsey. i used to be falling for this girl, yet I knew little or no about who she actually was. The entire time i used to be being fed a line of bull shit. i used to be so oblivious to it though other folks kept declaring things that didn’t seem right. I didn’t like to believe it, didn’t wish to believe that my gorgeous Makylah would ever do something like that to me. She had her own problems to house and all i’ll do was be there for her. This was when she came out and told me she loved me. My heart melted and that i soon realized that I loved her to boot.

Then shit became weird. She would make up some type of excuse as to why she still couldn’t stay the night with me. Either she had an early class, or she needed to work early, or something stupid along those lines. Let alone, she never desired to hang around at her place. She always insisted that we spent time at my house. Even then, that’s all she desired to do. i needed to take her out to dinner, to a film, whatever…I just desired to show her off, but she insisted she was perfectly fine with staying in and cooking dinner before watching a film at the couch. It wasn’t exactly bad because whenever would end with me cumming deep inside her, so who was I to complain about that? But I still found it weird that she didn’t desire to hang around at her house. And again, no red flags had gone off yet.

I don’t know, Linds, I wasn’t sure what to make of all that. My friends found it weird to boot, but what could we do about it? I didn’t say anything to her about mention anything to them about it. Really, there has been no use for a useless fight. Oh well, was my only self reasoning.

Anyways, now for the thrill part – the part where i noticed everything was a fucking lie. The part where I learned her actual motives. How i used to be led that way, I still don’t know needless to say, but regardless of the case, I’m just glad i used to be since it saved me from much more grief had I not discovered her that night.

I don’t know, Lindsey…it was all strange that night. It was already past the time when she would quit texting me for the night – whether it handled going to bed, doing homework, being at work; I don’t know – but for some strange reason I couldn’t quite go to sleep. i used to be still feeling worked up from the porn that I have been watching. I didn’t jerk off because i wished to accumulate a pleasant batch of hot cum for Makylah on our next occasion. Luckily for me, that happened to be the subsequent night.

Like I said, I couldn’t sleep and was still a bit worked up, so i determined to take slightly drive and spot if that may help. I drove everywhere town, still not feeling tired what so ever. For some reason, i used to be drawn towards Makylah’s house. I ventured over that way and was shocked to work out her car with a truck parked within the drive way to boot. Immediately this caught my attention, so I drove on down the road far before pulling over and getting out. On my well beyond the home, I happened to note a pair lights on her house – her bedroom mainly.

My blood pressure began to rise as that gut feeling told me she had another guy in her room. I became increasingly livid with each step, in hopes that I wasn’t stumbling upon her getting fucked by some random guy. My stomach almost turned on the thought. Grr…but I held my very own and continued to stroll as much as her house.

I didn’t want her to grasp i used to be there. So in place of knocking at the door or walking in, i determined I’d go round her house and peek in through her window to work out what was getting in there. After all she was in her room, but she wasn’t alone. And what I saw next about had me breaking down some doors.

Please forgive me, i must take a moment and ponder this moment. i used to be so distraught and troubled by this image, that i would like a second to collect myself – while I write this.

I just looked on in horror as I saw my precious Makylah on her knees blowing this guy. She never once sucked my cock since it was part of her shyness. Regardless of the fuck that meant…

But here she is with this cock happening her throat while I’m watching – both completely oblivious to my presence outside her window. As I’m watching this, I discover I’m becoming hard. It was like i used to be watching the making of a porno, but only it involved the lady I loved with every other guy. Don’t get me wrong, i used to be still upset, pissed, hurt, whatever that you must call it. But for some reason, i used to be becoming turned on in addition.

I should’ve left the window, walked in and whooped his ass for what was occurring, but I couldn’t appear to be able to make myself move. Actually, i used to be glued to where i used to be, my eyes firmly upon the scene that was unfolding in front of me. My girl on her knees devouring this cock while I just watched. I knew that I wasn’t going as a way to kiss her ever again.

Makylah stood up and went over to her bed before bending over the side. Her ass and pussy were on full display for my gazing eyes and that i couldn’t help but notice how wet she was. She gave the look to be very turned on by the events that were about to come about and that was further heart breaking. But I still couldn’t help the undeniable fact that my cock was straining painfully against my pants. This shouldn’t be happening…why am I turned on by this? By some guy fucking your girl?

i made up my mind to drop my pants to alleviate my aching cock. Just as I did this, the mystery guy moved in behind her and started running his spit soaked cock up and down her pussy before pushing in. His length sank into her tight depths and all i may do was watch because the sudden realization of what was happening had suddenly hit me. My girl was being fucked by another guy while I watched on with shock. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t turn my head away. And for some reason I caught my hand starting to stroke my hard cock. I couldn’t believe that i used to be actually turned on by what I had witnessed!

He began thrusting inside and out of her cunt, her moans gradually getting louder – louder than she ever was with me. My stomach dropped and that i immediately began doubting my pleasuring abilities. My mind began reeling as I watched him fuck Makylah half solution to oblivion. Why couldn’t I make her moan and scream like that? Was there something I wasn’t doing right, that he only knew where to hit? Did I actually have a large enough cock for her to receive pleasure from, or was I too small? Most of these thoughts raced through my head as i started jerking off somewhat harder and faster as he began fucking my girl hard.

He reached up and grabbed a pleasant handful of her hair and very began laying the beef to her. Every violent thrust of his hips sent a noisy SLAP that echoed throughout her room. I mean it was loud enough for me to obviously hear it despite the fact that i used to be standing outside. I felt my cock give a twitch as he forcefully took my girl from behind, leaving no mercy on her pussy…the pussy I’ve pounded myself.

By that point, I had a company grasp on my cock with my hand and was really getting after it while I watched Makylah get the hell fucked out of her. And after I thought it can end soon, he pulled out of her dripping cunt and forcefully turned her over before thrusting back inside her, lifting her legs high on his shoulders as he drove deep inside her.

Her moans were loud as fuck and kept bouncing off the walls. And by this time, I forgot that she was my girl and treated this as some sex scene from some cheesy porn. I happened to be stepping into it though, because as she became louder, i spotted my orgasm was quickly approaching. I planned on cumming on her window, leaving her with a bit surprise and hopefully letting her know what I had seen. And hearing her moan out that she was cumming sent me over the sting. I released rope after rope of cum that splattered against the window. Luckily it made no noise, but it surely was still very evident at the window.

I continued watching as he kept up his brutal assaults along with his cock. My cock was still firm in my grasps while he once more pulled out and ordered to face up. He quickly lay where she was and had her sit on his shaft. Little slut didn’t waste any time fucking his dick. She began bouncing up and down, taking his cock as deep as her small frame would allow. She was relentless together with her riding, almost as though she’d rode him several times before. Like she knew that this was the best method to coax the cum from his sack to fill her needy pussy. For some reason, it gave the look of these two have been fucking for a very long time. Without a doubt my cock became hard again as I witnessed her ride this fool’s dick.

i started stroking my cock again while she spewed out some filth that I had never heard her say before.

“I’m gonna fuck this cock so damn good, baby! Ohhhh you are feeling so good deep inside my wet cunt…mmmm, this can be your pussy, baby…I need you to cum inside me!”

Reality slapped me right within the face after those words left her pretty mouth. All of it fucking clicked. No wonder she didn’t desire to hang around at her place. She was dating this guy! I became much more furious and commenced violently stroking my cock, determined to deliver another fresh batch of cum to further degrade her bedroom window and to let her know that she was watched.

I didn’t should wait long for my cum to begin racing through my shaft. After a couple of downward thrusts from Makylah, her boy began shooting his wad deep inside her. Seeing her being filled up triggered my second orgasm of the night before I sprayed another load of spunk on her window. I quickly pulled up my pants and walked back to my truck – clearly shaken and extremely upset concerning the things I had just witnessed. I reached my truck, jumped in and circled, all to ensure I drove by her house on my way out. As I drove by, i spotted her bedroom light was out, however the truck still remained in her drive way.

Each of the bitch needed to do was tell me that she was engaged with another guy. i’d've been content being her fling, or side fuck. Whatever! But all she needed to do was inform me and this complete heart break and emotional distraught i used to be feeling could’ve been avoided. I never would’ve fallen for this beauty, but as shit seems, that’s the style things are. i used to be so upset and hurt by the point I got home, that there has been no way i used to be sleeping. Damn myself for taking that stupid drive. Had I not, I’d be in bed fast asleep and not would’ve know that she was being railed by her fiancé.

Nonetheless it’s funny to boot. She noticed my cum on her window. Not because she discovered it, but because her boy happened to determine it. He was annoyed and able to kill someone, but she was very scared and anxious that he would know about her infidelity. Like I said, it was all comical to me once I finally calmed down.

It made matters even better when she showed up at my place the following night. I played it as cool as i’ll, to not give away that I knew that i used to be her dirty little secret. So rather then confronting her about it, I fucked the hell out of her. a totally hard and bitter grudge fuck, in case you must know. And this time, i used to be ready to elicit some filthy moans and screams – almost the likes of what I had heard the night before. i used to be really laying the lumber to her slutty snatch for the last time, ensuring to maintain her oblivious that I in actuality knew that I wasn’t the sole one, that i used to be the other guy in her life.

The reality finally came out once I came deep inside her with a vengeance. I gave her an excessively hard slap to her ass before popping out and letting her know what I knew.

“So, Makylah…how was last night? Did you benefit from the fucking you took?” I asked, definitely becoming somewhat pissed.

“What are you talking about?” She shot back defensively.

“I’m not stupid! i do know you were railed last night. Hell i will prove it because I’m sure you spotted some cum lingering to your window. Well guess what? Yeah, that was my cum! I knew, but i wished to fuck you hard one last time…”

The remainder of the conversation goes on with telling her exactly what I saw and the way quickly i noticed that i used to be the alternative guy. She began sobbing and apologizing, however the damage were done. We both knew that this might now not go on and agreed to head our separate ways. It still hurts to grasp i used to be played like that and strung along to the purpose that i really fell for her. She tried to claim she loved me to boot, but we both knew that was a lie.

So now do you spot why I don’t trust women, Linds? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still do my thing and spot what I emerge as bagging, but I don’t plan on settling down any time soon – especially after something like that occuring. She claimed she was single, but obviously she wasn’t. Oh well, I learned my lesson and feature moved on…

Incidentally, i might really like to see you again. Are you most likely free this weekend?

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May 25th, 2009 by admin

Tanya was still within the corner, fanning herself. “It just got hot as hell in here. This is often surely going to be the good slumber party yet.” Then Tanya was a normal size tee and long pajama bottoms right before her mom walked in.

“Hey ladies,” she said as she sat a bowl at the dresser, “I made a face mask for you. In the event you guys need the rest, let me know.”

“Ok, thanks mom,” Tanya smiled just as her mom left the room.

“Your mom is so hot,” Iara joked as she viewed the contents at the dresser.

“That’s where i am getting it from. i am getting it from my momma,” Tanya sang in her ghetto voice.

“She also brought a cucumber,” Iara said as she positioned it at the dresser about to chop it.

“No!” Tanya yelled and dashed over, almost tripping over Amber. “We won’t be using the cucumber.”

Amber and Iara’s eyebrows shot up. “Why not?” they asked in unsion.

“Because. I. Said. So.” Tanya put much emphasis on each word.

The girls frowned up at her, suspiciously eyeing her nervousness.

Tanya finally broke down and admitted. “Because i exploit this to…” she smiled and shook the cucumber up and down inside the air.

Amber was lost but Iara quickly picked up on it. “Eww, you nasty slut. Why don’t you only buy a dildo?”

“I don’t want my mom finding a dildo in my room. She’ll know I’m gay obviously.”

“You slut,” Iara laughed as she snatched the cucumber from Tanya and put it in her mouth, giving the cucumber a blowjob.

Tanya was speechless. Amber was confused. “Didn’t she just say she puts that during her pussy and also you just put it to your mouth?” Amber said.

Iara took it out her mouth and slid it down Tanya’s pjs and rubbed it against her clit. Tanya wasn’t stopping her. Amber jumped up, not believing this was occurring before her eyes.

“You’re gay too?” she questioned.

“Probably not, I just have something for decent girls. i’d be in all places you in the event you were so mean to me,” Iara admitted.

“I’m not gay, bi, or maybe curious so don’t try me,” Amber snapped. “This can be alleged to be a celebration, not an orgy.” Amber was yelling.

Knock, knock. “Girls?” It was Tanya’s mom on the door. Tanya and Iara had terminated their fun and were sitting at the floor by the point her mom walked into the room. “I heard yelling. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, mom. We just got really excited. Sorry, we’ll keep the noise down,” Tanya assured.

With a pleasing smile, her mom nodded and exit the room.

“Amber! Keep your voice down,” Tanya said. “You just about got us busted.”

Amber joined them at the floor, still frowning. “Are we gonna polish our toes or what?”

Tanya had her glaze locked on Amber. She was not happy.

“What? I’ll keep my voice down,” Amber assured.

“Do you may have something against lesbians?” Tanya inquired.

Amber defended herself quickly. “No, and also you should know that. You’re my ally and also you’re gay and that i don’t have an issue with that. Never have and not will. You recognize I accept you for who you’re, Tanya. Why would you ask that?”

Iara butted in. “As it gave the impression of you had a prob.”

Amber lied, “Well I don’t.”

Iara smiled, “i do know what you wish to have.” Iara crawled towards Amber.

Amber just sat at the floor Indiana style, seeking to determine what inside the hell was she doing. Iara got on the subject of Amber, close enough for her Beyonce’s Heat perfume to fill Amber’s nostrils. She leaned close, but Amber pushed her back.

“What the hell are you doing, Iara?” Am asked as she stood up.

“You’re no fun,” Iara announced as she turned and crawled to Tanya. She tried it again with Tanya and leaned forward. Tanya didn’t move. Instead, she let their lips meet, then tongues. Amber was astonished. They started kissing loudly, making smacking noises and moaning in between breaks. Tanya’s hand curled around Iara’s body until she found her ass. Her hand cascaded up her little shorts and squeezed her firm ass. Iara slid her moist tongue to Tanya’s neck. Tanya’s eyes were rolling as she bit her bottom lip. Amber was still off to the side, watching. Strangely, she was making a puddle in her thongs. The ladies continued with their episode at the floor until a knock at the floor disturbed them. It was Tanya’s mom again.

Tanya and that i were sitting at the floor with their backs to Tanya’s mom, pretending to be polishing their toes. They were too guilty and horny to stand her. But Amber checked out her and realized her watery eyes.

“What’s wrong, Mrs. Richardson?” Amber asked, mentally pulling Tanya and Iara out in their sexual frustrations.

Tanya stood and went to her mom. “What’s the problem, mom?”

“I remember in case you were a bit of girl, after you first started having these slumber parties. Now you’re grown and should be off to university,” she cried. “Here is your last party and that i just like to be here. Because when you burst off to college, I won’t have the capacity to bake you cookies or anything. I just wanna be apart of my daughter’s last party. Please,” she begged.

“Sure,” Amber smiled.

Tanya and Iara nodded, but they were pissed. Not more fun.

TO BE CONTINUED…

May 24th, 2009 by admin

Please read “Tasting the forbidden fruit” before you read this one!!

So after my first sexual experience with my boyfriend in a field somewhere, I couldn’t get enough!!! With my mom around, it was VERY difficult to do anything. We snuck just a few kisses and rubs here and there, but i used to be getting pretty frustrated. My birthday was developing, and my boyfriend had a gift in mind that he knew i’d love! Problem was, it was person who mom couldn’t really be around for! The following time we were capable of do anything was when she went to head get a bath.

As soon as we heard the water activate, I jumped up and straddled him and threw my arms around his neck. Once he got over the shock, he grabbed my ass and gave me a passionate kiss. He then layed me at the sofa and told me he had a birthday surprise for me.

He took my pants off and pushed my legs apart. He started at my ankles, and kissed his way up my calves, then my thigh, until he reached his target and then licked my pussy through my panties, which made me moan pretty loud. He took my panties off and just gently rubbed my pussy far and wide. He would gently stick one finger in, and pull it out while he did this.

I knew what was coming, and began getting impatient. He told me he never gave a lady oral, so he didn’t really know what to do. I held open my pussy lips for him, showing him where my clit was and reminding him how sensitive it was!! After showing him where it felt good, he gently started licking from the ground of my pussy each of the way up my clit. He had a gigantic tounge, so it felt pretty good. i may tell he wasn’t enjoying it, but i’m not one to inform someone to prevent licking my pussy!!!

As soon as I got virtually climaxing, he stopped and said he didn’t think he was doing an effective job. After much praise and persuading to continue, he told me he didn’t wish to do it anymore. i presumed i used to be going to punch him within the face!!! He stuck 2 fingers in my pussy, hitting my g-spot, and told me he would get me off that way.

Even though i needed to cry, I desperately needed the discharge and quickly got over the disappointment, and commenced rubbing my clit. After a few minutes, I had an awesome climax.

When my mom came back downstairs, she was none the wiser to what we were doing!

Through our time together, I begged him to aim it again. That it’d be nice if I didn’t need to help him help me reach a climax. I even have always desired to let go of control, however the idea of me being uncontrolled and all as much as him never sounded appealing i suppose.

After that night, he told me he didn’t wish to try giving me oral sex again, but had no problem with me sucking his cock!! Although…I didn’t mind terribly a pleasant stiff cock to suck on!! Rubbing my tongue up and down the bottom of his shaft….

I’m getting before myself…. Let me start THAT part from the start. His birthday was in June, and that i decided i might treat him to a little bit surprise. Again, we waited until mom got within the shower, and that i pulled his cock out and pumped it gently. I told him I had a surprise for him and to shut his eyes. Once he closed his eyes, I put my face all the way down to his cock. Observing it throb, I stick my tounge out and lick the end. He gasped and his eyes flew open. I looked up at him with an immense smile on my face. I licked the pinnacle again, then slowly started licking all of the way down his shaft and back up again. I didn’t understand how hard or soft to do it, but i may tell he REALLY liked what i used to be doing! I then took the top in my mouth and sucked on it. He groaned as quietly as he could, and told me to maintain going. I sucked on it again and fixed my tounge out along the lowest of his shaft. All he could do was tell me “Oh yeah” and “Right there” and “Don’t stop”. i’ll feel his cock getting harder and harder in my mouth, when finally he told me he was going to cum. He pushed me off and ran to the toilet to cum.

After that point, I sucked his cock SEVERAL times. The sensation of the graceful hard shaft in my mouth, and the control I needed to make him cum was incredible. I let him cum in my mouth just a little one time, and it was GROSS!! Way too salty for me!! He begged me at all times to let him cum in my mouth, and that i told him once he ate my pussy, i might let him cum in my mouth.

We dated for six months before we broke up. In spite of the fact that he was an entire jerk in such a lot of ways, he was still my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and clearly the 1st guy I even have ever done ANYTHING sexual with.

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May 23rd, 2009 by admin

He gone by me inside the hallway as a way to bedroom andslapped my ass. I got a devilish smile on my face and grabbed him by the back of his hair. I pulled him back and kissed him hard, my tongue trapping his as I made him taste my desire.

He plastered me to the hallway wall and ran his hands roughly from my thighs to my hair. He went go into reverse to snatch my chest and squeeze my breasts hard. He pinched my nipples through my bra and my hands twisted in his hair. I pulled my shirt over my head and he took his off too.

Certainly one of my hands drifted to his waist and that i pressed his hips towards me. Shivers went through me as I felt his huge bulge grow bigger against my leg. I sighed against his lips and he moved right down to my neck to bite and kiss me. My hands shot to my jeans and that i unbuttoned them. I heard him pull down his zipper and unsnap his jeans. Either one of them fell to the ground and he kneeled in front of me.

His strong and soft hands felt up my thighs after which went to my underwear. They ripped in his grasp and he threw them to the side. His lips and tongue attacked me. Right away he had me at his mercy and my hands were pulling his hair and that i was clawing at my chest. My moans were consistent, until he put two fingers inside me. My knees gave out and that i dropped. I clutched onto him as my orgasm rode out.

He laughed and that i knew it was his turn. We were still within the hallway and that i had no intention of moving. I pushed him onto his back and pulled his boxers down. I didn’t hesitate. I put all of him in my mouth and sucked like i wished it. My tongue swirled on the tip and that i felt his sweet precum on my lips. I ran the top down my neck and onto my chest. I ran it back to my mouth and sucked down and all of the long ago up. His legs shook and that i knew he was all mine.

His eyes were closed and that i pulled myself over him. I guided him with my hand and put him within me. As I went down my head got dizzy. When he was each of the way inside he cried out softly and leaned up. His mouth went to my chest and he gave each nipple individual attention as I moved myself up and down.

He took my face in a single of his hands and wrapped his other arm around me. He turned us over in a single smooth motion and put certainly one of my legs over his shoulder. He knew what I liked. He started going hard and fast, and his grunts and moans fueled my libido. I bit at his neck and gave him a necklace of marks.

Each time I bit slightly harder he would moan a bit louder. He propped himself up on his arms and moved my hips onto his. He went hard but slower than he was. He ground on my clit on every occasion and each time he did I cried out and my breath caught in my throat.

My back arched up over and over.

His hands scratched my stomach.

My hands grabbed my breasts.

His breathing picked up.

My breathing got heavier.

My legs shook.

His thrusting got faster.

My moans got louder.

His moans got louder.

His arms quivered.

My mouth wanted his.

His sweat dripped onto my stomach.

My sweat rolled onto the carpet.

His thrusting became harder.

My pleasure got bigger.

I felt him cum.

I came.

We both screamed.

He lay on top of me.

We both breathed heavy.

We both were covered in sweat.

May 22nd, 2009 by admin

I waited here before same time, same place, and same day. She always arrives first. Today she was wearing a brief red teddy that hardly stopped mid-thigh. She turned when she heard him are available in. a massive smile on her face they exchanged words. i’ll never hear what they said but, whatever it was it didn’t matter I wasn’t there to hear them but to observe. She glided to him and grabbed his cock through his boxers. He smiled as he watched her drop all the way down to her knees.

She glided her hand up and down his cock looking up at him and saying something. He chuckled and rubbed the back of her head and watched as she licked her lips and started kissing along the end of his boxers. She peppered his abs with wet kisses guaranteeing to coat each pack with no less than one kiss. Using her tongue she circled his belly button and drew a line from his belly button to the head of his boxers and started pulling his boxers down and running kisses along his thighs.

With a twist of his hips he smacked her face together with his cock. My mouth watered as I watched her lean back. He smiled and grabbed her checks with one hand and his cock with the opposite. Forcing her mouth opened he rammed his cock in her mouth. Moving both hands to the back of her head he began pumping out and in of her mouth.

I couldn’t help but stick two fingers in my mouth and start to suck them. Wishing it was his thick cock. As his thrust became more frenzied my head bobbed on my fingers faster. I watched as she used one hand to steady herself and the opposite hand moved to her breast and she or he started to squeeze and pull her nipple. Suddenly, his movements stopped and he pulled his thick member out of her mouth and grabbed her arms to tug her up. My wet finger came out of my mouth and moved to my breast.

Turning her in order that her back was pressed against the door, he dropped his head to her breast and pulled one nipple into his mouth and pinched the opposite one along with his other hand. She didn’t want that though she placed her hands on his shoulders and started to push him down. Understanding, he grabbed the straps of her teddy and commenced pulling them down her arms, kissing every inch of her skin that was revealed as he moved down her body. When he was on his knees in front of her he dipped his tongue in her belly button and an analogous way he had fucked her mouth he began fucking her bellybutton. Taking his two fingers he started to run them along her pussy lips before forcibly shoving them inside.

As he pumped his fingers within the same rhythm as his tongue I moved my hands right down to my dripping cunt. It were goodbye for me that even the breeze against my clit had me pumping my hips. Watching them as he finally moved his tongue to her pussy i started to finger fuck myself as he fucked her together with his tongue.

Standing up he tossed her on her stomach on the fringe of the bed he walked up behind her and rubbed his cock along the seam of her ass, she grinded back into him. Pulling clear of her he rammed his cock into her pussy pushing her forward. Grabbing either one of her breasts for leverage and commenced to tug her back and push her forward.

By now i used to be to this point gone that i started to grind my throbbing cunt against the closes pole. So caught up was I within the image before me and my very own pleasure that I didn’t hear anyone walking up behind me. It wasn’t till I felt the hand cover my mouth and the arm wrap around my waist that i used to be aware i used to be now not alone…………..