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Traffic Jammin Another Hot Wife Tale

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My
relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get
out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still
keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had
to pick up the girls at my mother’s and stop and get something
for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still
didn’t work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved.
Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there
was a very large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began
to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple
of the little red pills I took to help me through the double
shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the
girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why
Frank couldn’t ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower…
…all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and
complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off
the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section,
down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts.
I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble
swallowing.
“Like to take a picture, pretty lady?”
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest’s
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the
oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with
several other snickering boys — the truck had some landscaper’s
name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit.
Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin,
2-day beard. This boy-man was any female’s erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn’t want to loose this kid! I wasn’t
ready to stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this,
before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end.
I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never
cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I really wasn’t
thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest
and that face. I wanted to feel him!
My car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.
“I want more than a picture,” I said, “can I give you a
ride?”
Over the “woofs” and “ooo’s” of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, “Thanks, I have a ride. I don’t need one.”
“Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?”
At the same time I was saying it, I couldn’t believe I was SAYING
it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
“Hurry!” I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back
between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into
the passenger seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, “A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug.”
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the
right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway
at the next exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains
and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn’t have to think
twice about my choice. I filled out the registration, broke the
hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key
the old man threw on the counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to “HIGH” by the time Doug walked
into the room.
“I better shower,” he said.
“No.”
“But I’m dirty and sweaty. I’ve been working outside all
day.”
I was unzipping my uniform, “No, I want you just like you
are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!”
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra
and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white
skin shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and
down.
“Great tits. You sure are sexy,” he started, “what’s…”
“Don’t talk, Doug. I didn’t bring you here to talk.”
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
“Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!”
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick
maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around
his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on
his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on
his back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my
tits, roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled
my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and
he opened his eyes. “Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about
you?”
“Not yet. Don’t move.”
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His
sweat smell was strong.
Then I did something I had never done, before — I leaned
forward and sucked a wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was
strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn’t care. I licked
the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the
end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for
his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in
my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was
hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, “Here! Fuck me!”
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument — he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and
cumming like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into
me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one
steady come, hitting heights ever few minutes. When he come, he
collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my
shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard.
“God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get
fucked, didn’t you?”
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
“Are we done? Where are you going? I don’t even know your
name!”
“I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You
were great, and just what I needed. Thanks.”
“Well, wait up. I need a ride home!”
I put three twenties on the bureau. “You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here’s some cash. Watch a
dirty movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me.
I have to get going.”
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, “You crazy bitch!”

I pulled up in front of my mother’s house and beeped the
horn. My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at
their Granny as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, “Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess”
Krissy concurred from the back seat, “Yeah, your hair looks
terrible.”
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald’s
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out
of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on
the cheeks.
“Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day.”
“Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my
hair was a mess. They just don’t appreciate the effort I went
to, to get it looking this way!”
He tousled it with his hand, “I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?”
I smiled at him, “Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess.
I won’t soon forget today’s traffic jam. This one guy was really
zipping in and out, then he got behind me, and he just wouldn’t
get off my ass.”
Frank patted my shoulder, “I know, Julie, there are some
real fucking assholes out there.”
“You can say that again, Honey.”
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won’t!

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Hotel

Friday, January 30th, 2009

I was getting tired of driving. We had started early in the morning
and it was now getting dark out. Bob and Jan were in the back asleep
and Anita was conked out against the window. I was getting punch drunk
at the wheel and decided it was time to call it quits. I turned to the
back seat and woke Bob and said, “Bob, I am bushed would you mind if
you spelled me? The motel is just an hour away.”
“Sure no problem, pull over.” Bob replied.
I pulled slowly to the side of the road pulled the car to a
gentle stop. I didn’t want to wake our sleeping wives. Bob eased Jan’s
head off his lap and inserted a pillow. I opened the car door and we
did a Chinese fire drill and he took the wheel.
It was a good thing that the front seat was power. He eased the
seat forward and Anita didn’t even budge. He eased the car out onto the
freeway and picked up speed. I took a pillow out of the back and
arranged it against the window and settled in for a little nap.
My dream had something to do with cannibals, and I awoke with a
start.
Bob was just passing the state line and the moon was passing
behind some clouds. I started into my shirt pocket for a cigarette,
when I felt a hand inch its way up my leg. I looked over to Jan. Her
eyes were closed but there was a smile on her face. The hand continued
up until it rested squarely on my cock. It started to rise in my
pants and when it was about half staff Jan started to gently stroke
it.
I pushed the hand away, thinking that she didn’t know it was me.
Her finger went to her lips she made a sign for me to be quiet, opened
her eyes briefly and winked.
Her eyes closed again, and I pulled the blanket up to my chin and
resumed my sleeping posture.
The hand crept up my legs and started stroking my cock through my
pants. I eased my arm over and rested my hands on her breast, I could
feel her nipples already erect. She must have been having a great
dream.
I closed my eyes and her actions under the blanket became more
urgent.
I took my hand from her breast and eased my fly down. I glanced up
to Bob to see if he was aware of anything out of the ordinary. He
seemed engrosed in the road and absorbed in the music on the radio, so
I breathed a little sigh of relief and closed my eyes again.
As soon as I had the zipper all the way down a thrill went thru
me as Jan released my rod from its confining underwear and stroked it.
She scooted close, and her hand was replaced with a warm set of lips.
She licked little circles around the purple head and in one gulp
swallowed my cock.
I was trying to keep my breathing even and not make any noise as
I eased my hand down her belly. Her legs parted slightly and I rubbed
her damp pants over her pussy.
I began a steady massage as she fastened her lips at the ridge of
my cock-head and stroked with her fingers the shaft insistantly.
I couldn’t help myself, and quickly came to an orgasm and popped
off in her mouth.
The music covered the sounds of her swallowing my come. I worked
frantically at her box through the jeans, but felt I was getting nowhere.
She kept up the sucking till I was totally limp, then she pushed
my hand from her snatch and mouthed “later.”
I couldn’t believe it, I had just had a blow job by the wife of
my best friend while he sat inches away. He must have heard something.
I checked the back of his head and saw no response, shrugged my
shoulders and settled back against the pillow and fell quickly to
sleep.
The motion of the car stopping in the motel awakened me. Jan made
no sign to me about what had happened as we checked in and took our
bags to the room.
I made an excuse to my wife about not being sleepy and went to
the game room of the motel to think over what had happened.
I was in the middle of my third game of Centipede when Jan walked
in all dewey eyed.
“Sorry about before,” she said, “But having your cock that close
to me just drove me wild. I have always wanted you but didn’t quite
know how to aproach you.”
“Well, it was quite enjoyable, if unexpected. I never suspected
you were that foxy.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” she said
with a gleam in her eye.
All I could think about was to get her somewhere out of the way.
I searched my mind and had decided on getting a room when she took my
hand and led me from the game room to the elevator.
I had an idea she wanted it in the elevator, so when the doors
closed I embraced her and kissed her deeply. She responded eagerly, but
broke away and pushed a button. As the elevator rose she engulfed me
in a wild pationate embrace as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
Before I could explore her body the elevator arrived. She unentangled
herself and walked away beckoning me with her finger.
In the alcove with the ice and pop machines was another door
marked “LAUNDRY”. She entered and I followed.
As soon as the door closed she went to her knees and started
tugging at my zipper. I couldn’t believe how brash she was. I helped
her along, and as soon as my cock cleared my pants she engulfed it in
her mouth.
Exhibiting wild abandon, she really gave my cock a workout. As it
grew in her mouth, she vacuumed it up and stroked it with her tongue. In
no time it was at full staff, she was having a hard time getting it
all in her mouth. I concentrated on the blow job ’till I felt the
pressure build under my balls.
I pushed her away and she came reluctantly. I pushed her against
the wall and raised her sweater and bra so I could get at her petite
tits. Her nipples were like marbles between my lips and teeth. I tried
to poke them in with my tounge but they were too firm. As I was
sucking away at her tits I worked at her pants. I eased them down to
her knees and tugged at her panties. In my haste I guess I pulled too
hard, they ripped and came away in my hand. I threw them in the
corner, and traced a line with my tongue between her tits, down her
belly and straight to her pussy.
I was greeted by drenched bush. I parted her cunt lips and dove
on her snatch with my tongue. I pulled the hood from over her
clitorous and tongue lashed directly on her love button. She responded
by rotating her hips, and succeeded in drenching my faces with her love
juices. I could stand it no longer. I stood up and dropped my pants. I
grabbed her by the buns, and lifted her onto my cock. She let out a
sigh as she slowly sank on my engorged tool. Damn, her snatch was
tight. You would never have know she had had two kids, she was as
tight as a teenager. I braced her against a washing machine and
pounded into her furiously. She came quickly in a great shuddering
orgasm that threatened to milk my cum before I was ready.
I paused just long enough to turn her over on the machine and
mount her from the rear. Her tight snatch met every thrust as I
pounded into her, her pubic bone rubbing the tender spot under the
head of my cock. The pressure in my balls was getting almost too much
to contain, so I pulled all but the head from her dripping snatch.
I fucked her with short jabs with just the head, holding her buns
so she could not back onto my cock. The pressure subsided and stopped
my motion for a bit. She was straining to have my whole manhood deep
in the folds of her flesh, and I released my grip on her ass. With one
great rush, she impaled herself on my member. I held her to me, loving
the way her wet snatch was pressing on my balls. She reached back and
started playing with them. I figured that it was now or never. I
started building my strokes until I was ramming my dick furiously into
her tight snatch. She started playing with her clit and shuddered in
another orgasm.
The contractions of her pussy put me over the edge. I burried my
cock and shot great streams of sperm deep into her cunt. I could feel
her cunt expand with each spurt and soon it was filled to overflowing
and cum ozzed out onto my balls. I layed down on top of her and
luxuriated in the feeling of my dick in her cum-filled pussy as she
contracted her cunt around my shrinking cock.
She wordlessly pushed me away and picked up her panties, and wiped my
juice from her satch. She then went down and licked the droplets from
my balls and limp organ. Standing, she gave me a deep kiss.
We dressed in silence and made our way to the elevator. I pushed
the button for our floor, kissed her one last time, and allowed
her to go to her room as I continued down to the bar.
I had to have a couple of drinks to convince me that it wasn’t
just a dream.
I sipped each one reliving that fantastic fuck.

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Horny Bastards part5

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

cum oozing the walls of her cunt. Her body arching on my arms as I
raised her body towards me. I released her bound and she collapsed on
my shoulders. Wrapped around each other, we rocked on the bed, until we
slowly slid down on the sheets and cradled each other to sleep.
I awoke, feeling Melissa’s arms around me. She was circling her
fingers around my chest. She was watching me…emotionless.
“I…I’m sorry…” I said confused, feeling guilty. I needed
to say something.
“Don’t be…” she replied. “We both needed each other…”
“It happened because we both wanted it to happen.”
We were both quiet. I stared at the dark ceiling, and she
stared at me…
“I have to leave tomorrow…” I said suddenly. “I cannot
stay here.”
“Where will you go?” she asked concerned.
“I’ve decided to go to Florida for awhile and stay with
my cousin.”
She was speechless…
“Stay with me longer…” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. I held her head to my chest and pulled her
body close. I started to comb my fingers through her hair…
“I have to go…” I whispered. “Frank will be back soon…”

Mellisa was sad to see me go. I told her I would be
staying with my cousin in Florida for a few months. I needed to get
away. Our night of passion was something we’ll always remember. I
suppose it was meant to happen. All these years we’ve been friends, we
tried to deny ourselves that we are ‘physically attracted’ to each other.
I guess we were only afraid to jeopardize our friendship. I’ve never
really imagined how it could be possible for friends to make-love, and
still be friends after? I’ve always wondered if it was possible to
satisfy sexual needs through friends who seek of the same. Sort of a
“get-it when need-it” thing, with no strings, since both parties seek
only physical release. I guess, we were one of the few….
I could remember the times when we were a freshman in college.
I was 18, and she was 17 turning 18. I would visit her in the dorm
because I was bored. Her roommate would usually be out, and we would
spend hours talking in her dimly lit room. She would only be wearing a
Large shirt, her hard nipples etched underneath the shirt. She would sit
on her small bed while I sat on the floor facing her — with my arms
resting on the sheets. We would watch TV and comment on how actors have
sex. Sometimes, when the movie gets hot and steamy, we would catch each
other looking. We laughed at the thought. Usually, to snap ourselves out,
we would joke about each other; saying things like:
“Not with those lil’ tits I won’t” (ha ha)
“Not with that lil’ prick I won’t either.” (ha ha)
One summer afternoon I came over to her dorm. The minute I
saw her, I was stunned. I remember her wearing this tight red tank-top
that hugged her figure very well. Her tits hung beautifully, and as
usual, she didn’t wear any bra. I was speechless…
“How do you like my tank top?” she asked pulling the shirt
down her waste, exposing the exquisite curves of her breasts. “I just
bought it today…”
“I…uh…duh…I like it!” I said mumbling.
“GAGO! (Mental)” she said in Filipino with her american
accent. “I know what you’re thinking…”
“You do?” I said innocently.
“Uh-hum” she grinned.
“What is it? ” I dared. “What am I thinking?”
“YOU CAN’T have what you’re thinking. HA!” she laughed.
“SIRA! (Crazy)” I told her in ‘TAGALOG’.
Melissa rarely spoke ‘TAGALOG’ (her mom’s native language).
Her mom spoke to her in english most of the time, probably because her
father was caucasian. I encouraged her to speak. In a way, I get to
practice my ‘TAGALOG’.
I spent the whole day in her dorm. We talked about everything.
We talked about dates, guys, girls, people we hate, and people we love.
But everytime, we always end-up talking about sex. I suppose there is
something about it that intrigues both of us…Her roommate was out,
and I was thankful because she’s such a BITCH. We sat on the floor,in
the living room talking, and that evening while we were on the topic of
guys, hormones, and sex drive, I was complaining a lot about the heat.
“Geesus…It’s hot. Isn’t it hot? It’s hot.” I complained.
“Gosh! Why don’t you just take your shirt off…” She suggested.
“You don’t mind?” I asked.
“No, It’s OK…”
As soon as I took off my shirt, she jumped up and screamed,
“Oh my God! You have hairs around your nipples?!” she asked
curiously. “…and what’s this? You have a few on your chest.” she
asked surprised poking my nipples with her forefinger.
“Don’t…” I said. “Stop pulling the hairs…I’m saving them. OK?”
She was grinning a stupid grin.
“Can I touch them?” she asked acting coy.
“HUH? Well…Go ahead.”
She rubbed around my nipples feeling the hairs. *FUCK* I thought
to myself. She noticed the hairs trailing down my shorts from my stomach.
She seemed so curious…She started to feel the hairs on my stomach…
“Why do guys get hairy?” she asked still trailing her fingers.
“We just are…HORMONES…and you’re rubbing my trail.” I said
with a smile. I felt my blood pressure rising, among other things.
“What?…You’re trail?” she asked confused.
“Yeah…that’s what’s called a TREASURE TRAIL.” I said smirking.
“The TRAIL leads to my TREASURE…” She pushed me away laughing.
We laughed and laughed about it.
Later on, we still kept talking about SEX. We got into a heated
debate about masturbation. It was really stupid, but she was not about
to give-up…
“Guys masturbate all the time! We women never do that.” she
pointed-out. “When we want it, we get it.”
“What are you talking about? Women do it too.” I explained. “Why
do you think they made vibrators in the first place?”
“Women didn’t invent vibrators, MEN did.” she retorted.
“Well…if women weren’t so picky about the kind of pricks they
want, they’d get it more often, also if WOMEN didn’t force MEN to stick
their dicks in other holes where it’s not suppose to be, MEN would not
have to invent a vibrating DILDO in the first place!” I said laughing.
Ha Ha Ha…Ha Ha Ha…
“You’re GROSS…Ha ha ha…”she said laughing.
A few minutes later, we settled down with a grin on our face.
“Can I ask you something?” Melissa said feeling hesitant.
“Do YOU…masturbate?”
“What?” I said surprised. “You really want me to answer that?”
“Yeah!…You don’t have to, you know.” she assured.
“Well…uh…ofcourse. All guys do…” I said embrassed and
somewhat guilty.
“Why?”
“…uh…sometimes guys get horny…and we need some release, if
we don’t, we get irritable.” I said, somehow feeling my stomach churn.
*Where is this going?*
“What makes you guys horny?” she asked innocently.
“Lots of things…”
“Like what?”
“Sometimes, we get horny by what we see. Or sometimes by someone’s
touch.”
“Oh?….hmmm” she said. I saw her eyes light up, reavealing a
devious idea. She moved closer to where I sat and slowly said….
“Does this make you horny?” She asked stretching her tank top all
the way down her waist, tracing her breasts underneath the material.
I nodded my head.
“Does this make you horny?” she asked again softly, rubbing her
hand on my bare chest, circling her fingers around my nipples.
I nodded my head. *Don’t* I wanted her to stop, but I didn’t.
I felt a tingle in my groin, something is happening.
She stared at my body and trailed her fingers down my belly
button. She ran her fingers up and down my body…
We were silent for a few seconds…
“I haven’t seen a guy…masturbate before.” she finally said
breaking the silence.
I was feeling VERY VERY HORNY. She probably was too.
“W…would you like me to show you?” I said uneasy.
* SILENCE… *
“Yes.” she replied. Then I said, “Put your hand on my crotch.”
She placed her right hand on my crotch. Her touch made my dick
sensitive. Her hand throbbed with my dick as it started to harden from
inside my jeans. She had a look of curiousity on her face.
“Should I go on?” I asked whispering under my breath.
She nodded watching me intently.
I carefully unzipped my fly and unbuttoned my jeans. I watched
her reaction to my every move. I was being careful, and still uneasy. Yet
I went on. I was very turned on at her interest.
I reached inside my Calvins, and took my rod out.
I noticed Melissa’s eyes widen, she caught me glancing at her.
She didn’t say anything, so I continued.
We sat facing each other on the carpet floor. I gripped my rod
and began to jerk it…Melissa watched me. Faster…Slower…I stroked
my dick methodically rubbing the head on occasion. I enjoyed watching
her watch me. Her curiousity intrigued me. Suddenly, almost instictively,
Melissa caressed my balls. She liked the feel of the hair underneath.
We did this for a couple of minutes, jerking and caressing…
“I want to see you cum…” she said from under her breath.
I stared at her.
I felt the tingles trail from my legs, and my groin started
to shiver. I jacked faster, eager to reach orgasm…
I started to gasp, and breathe heavily from inside my throat.
“What are you feeling?” she asked.
“I feel IT…uhhh” I murmurred. I jacked slower.
“Where do you feel it?”
“In my groin…hhh…in my legs…hhhh…inside.” I gasped.
“I could feel it rising inside…”
I saw Melissa bite her lower lip as she watched me climax.
Faster I jerked-off, and soon I began to tense…*uhhh..hhh…*
I felt my cum rise inside my balls and up my dick. *hhhh..hhhh* The
pre-cum dripped out, and I shot my cum violently, shot after shot of
white hot semen, showering my navel and spilling some on the carpet.
I felt I was choking, gasping for air.
Melissa watched in wonder as I breathed a sigh of relief. She
came closer reaching to touch the cum on my navel with her finger.
“…You’re cum is so white…it’s like milk…” she said
fingering the white fluid.
I quickly grabbed the kleenex and wiped myself clean. Still
breathing heavily, I tried to compose myself.
“I…I think I should go now.” I said hastily as I grabbed
my shirt and zipped up my pants. “You’re roommate would be back soon.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow…” I regaining my senses.
“I..I’m sorry Melissa” I said feeling embarassed and guilty.
* SILENCE *
“Don’t be…we both wanted it to happen.” she assured.

Somehow, those words brought me out of the memories. I never
had sex with Melissa, until that evening I had the fight with Joe and
I ended up at her house. That episode with Melissa happened only once,
and it never happened again. We pretended it never happened. I didn’t
expect another encounter to happen, and this time, we REALLY did it.
I said goodbye to Melissa, and I promised her I’ll let her know
when I get back from Florida. I knew she was sad, and I really wanted to
be with her. But I couldn’t do it. I cannot let myself take the place of
her husband. I know how much she REALLY loves him.

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Horny Bastards part4

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

I calmly took my pants and put it on. I said nothing.
Jeniffer hid from behind me and started to sob as Joe exploded.
“You mother FUCKIN’ PRICK!” he shouted rushing towards
me, pushing me aside hard and half throwing me across the room. He
grabbed Jen on the wrists and dragged her away from me flinging her
naked body on the floor near the bedroom. Jen screamed and cried and
ran into the bedroom.
I stood up from the floor and charged a rounded fist
on Joe’s face. I struck him hard, and he started to bleed. Joe was
larger than I, he pushed me away and swung a punch on my face. I fell
hard, my back crashing on the table near the couch. *ugh!* “FUCK YOU
JOE! FUCK-YOU!” I said trying to keep my balance. I crawled near a
chair in the dining area… “Why did you let me fuck her, man…”
“Why?” I asked painfuly leaning on the chair…Both our faces were
bleeding…
Joe glared at me intently, not knowing what to say.
“Get out…” he said.
I stood slowly from the chair and I stared back at Joe.
I said nothing.
Jeniffer stood by the bedroom door wearing a bathrobe
sobbing.
“Don’t ever come back…” he breathed heavily.
I walked past Joe and stopped short in front of Jeniffer.
I looked at Jeniffer deep in the eyes. Her beauty rustled with a bruise,
her hair messy. She looked back at me, tears flowing from her cheeks.
Joe went between us and dragged her to his side… I wanted to kill him.
But instead, I stared through him.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a silver coin
which Joe exchanged for me years back when we were in Las Vegas. Joe
has one also which came from me. I won two thousand dollars with that
silver coin, and I split it with him. Somehow, it became a symbol of
our friendship, and I’ve always carried it with me.
“You made me do it…” I said looking at him straight in
the eyes. “You made me…” I tossed the silver coin on the floor and
I left the room without another word.
I left the building quickly, not knowing what to do or
where to go. I could feel the soreness on my face, and the drying blood
on my lips. *Why didn’t Jeniffer go with me?* *What was she afraid of?*
*Did she love me too?* *FUCK* *I feel so betrayed by both of them* I
felt my friendship with Joe was wasted. Somehow I felt so guilty, yet
what can I do? *Why did you let me touch her Joe?…* *Why didn’t you
consider my feelings?* *I thought you were my friend.* *FUCK*
I walked down the street wandering and questioning myself so many times.
I got into my car and drove-off erratically. Somehow, I arrived at
my friend’s house. She was an old friend from my freshman year. She
dropped out because she decided to get married to this navy guy.
We still kept in touch all these years.
I went up to her door and knocked…I heard the latch and the door
opened…
“Oh god…” she mumbled.
“Hi Melissa…Can I come in?” I said in a raspy tone…
She pulled me inside, past her living room, into the kitchen.
Melissa took out some ice from the refrigerator. I watched her intently
as she crushed the ice and placed them in the ice pack. Melissa still
looks great after all these years. Her sweet asian face molded with
her father’s caucasian eyes and nose. Her body still slim and slender
beneath her evening gown. Melissa still looked pretty.
“What happened?” she asked walking towards me with the ice.
“I had a fight with Joe.” I said.
She placed the pack on my jaw and with her other hand wiped the
the blood off my lips…
“Where’s Frank?” I asked wondering.
“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s in Indonesia on a 6 month
sea duty.” “So what happened between you and Joe? You guys
are really good friends?”
“I’m really not ready to talk about it Melissa, I’m sorry,
I hope you understand.”
“Ofcourse I do…It’s OK.” she replied.
Melissa led me into the living room.
“Why don’t you rest here for awhile. I’ll be here.”
I sat on the couch, and soon my eyes started to close and I
drifted on to sleep. I dreamed I was in Las Vegas with Joe. We watched
the stage dancers strip off their clothes and fondle their breasts. We
were drunk and we were having a good time. I had a flash of that time
we exchanged our money for the silver dollar. “For friendship and good
luck” we said. We shook on it. We had a handshake that only us knows.
Suddenly, I had an image of Jeniffer making love to me, and from out
of nowhere a fist flew towards my face! I woke up shaken. I felt
Melissa’s hand combing through my hair pushing the strands away from
my eyes…
“It’s OK…I’m here.” she said softly.
I looked at Melissa in the eye’s and I could notice how hazel
they were. I leaned closer to her, and she moved closer to me. She
pressed her lips against mine, and we kissed deeply and passionately.
Melissa tugged on my shirt, and with our lips in heat, she led me in the
bedroom.
Melissa fell on her back onto the bed. I was on top of her and
I continued to kiss her. I probed my tongue into her mouth, while
she started to fondle my crotch. My body laid heavily on top of her
small frame. I gripped her shoulders commandingly, and I pressed my lips
hard against her mouth. My body started in motion, sliding up and
down her voluptuous body, rubbing my hardening cock between her legs.
Through my pants, I could feel her hands stroking…playing…stroking,
and methodically unbuttoning my jeans. I squeezed her shoulders harder
and I roughly pushed and slid her body up closer to the headboard.
There was a look of momentary shock in her eyes. The sudden roughness
turned her on even more. She invited me closer as she held my head
with both her hands and shoved my face between her legs. I squirmed
underneath her lingerie. I could smell her organ, and it was the scent
of freshly cut grass. I grasped her ankles and spread her legs apart.
With my tongue, I tasted her sweet lips, fondled her clit, and probed
every crevace between her legs. I felt her shiver and hold the headboard
tightly. Her legs almost kicking with pleasure. My hands roamed her
body. I caressed her breasts up and down from her nipples to her groin.
I reached under her lingerie, around her buttocks, up her back, until
I finally slid the silk off her shoulders. My head fell on her navel,
and as I looked up, I could see the firm breasts that marriage didn’t
abuse. Her pretty face peered down, watching my every move. I grabbed
the pillow next to me and I took the pillowcase off. I climbed on top
of her, and I started to remove my shirt, I felt her hands work on my
jeans revealing my hard cock. It stuck out of my jocks dripping with
pre-cum. I looked at her… emotionless. My face hard and somewhat
angry. I took the pillowcase and twisted it into a rope, and then took
her hands. She was quite resistant, yet she did not complain. She sighed.
I bound her tight against the headboard and moved closer to her face,
kicked-off my pants, and knelt on her– her face directly underneath
between my legs; her tits brushing against my thighs. My cock hung out
in front of her face. I guided my dick into her mouth forcing it open.
She took it, and I fucked her throat deep. *Uhhhh* *Mmmhhhhh* I leaned
my hands flat on the wall thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth.
I slammed my dick onto her face and she rolled her tongue from the bottom
of my balls and suckled the head. *Geesus* *Ugghh* She licked the tip
of my dick from inside her mouth, and she sucked it, swallowing it whole.
I fucked her face slow, careful, yet insistent.
With her hands bound, I reached down her hips and stretched her
body forward, higher towards the headboard. I released my dripping
cock from her mouth and maneuvered it between her legs. I pushed it
roughly inside and she gave out a cry of ecstacy. Feeling the wetness
inside her cunt, her muscles contracting, I started to pump in and out.
*Oh Godd* She held my face and clutched the strands of my hair, almost
painfully pulling. She rammed my head into her breasts, and I
started to nibble on her hard nipples…licking and sucking, smoothing
my tongue around and over her mounds. I kept pumping inside her, wanting
that sensual tingle to arise from my groin. Her pussy teased, and
squeezed, and contracted to every penetration. I started to pump harder,
and even harder that she started to moan. I could feel the tingles
rumbling inside. It was torturing my balls to realease my load.
“Harder…” she whispered from a gasp. “Harder…” “Harder….”*Uggghhh*
I pressed more…I could feel her cunt almost tearing and quivering.
I slid my dick in,out, around and deep…I could feel my self starting
to cum. I wanted her to cum too. Harder and harder I pushed, I gripped
her back, my arms around her. She raised her legs and wrapped them
around my waist pushing me deeper. I could feel my cock slamming onto
her cervix. It was ecstacy…My cum tingled inside my groin. I held her
body, reaching from her waist, twisting it towards me. I wanted to cum.
“Hhhhhh…hhhhh….Uhhhhh……” “Ohhhhhh…..” “Fuck me…hhhhhh”
“Fuck me…” I fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until finally I
stiffened, and my groin contracted, squeezing every cum from my balls
pushing my fluid out and spilling it inside her swelling cunt. My
cum simmered inside her, and she let out a moan. I could feel my own
…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Horny Bastards part3

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

wasn’t supposed to be home until later in the evening, but it has
been a long day, and I decided to cut out of school early.
I wasn’t feeling so good. I haven’t spoken to Joe normally
for the past few days, and he didn’t seem to notice my pains. I
dragged my body up the stairs towards my apartment and sluggishly
opened the door with my key. Opening the door I searched for the
light switch, and in the midst of the shadows, I saw a figure move.
I turned the lights on. It was Jennifer…*FUCK* *What the hell…*
Jennifer lay seductively on the leather couch where Joe and I
gave her a FUCK. I could still vividly picture Joe on the other end
getting a wet blow while I penetrated Jen’s cunt from behind. Our
bodies slick with sweat and saliva. Our moans heavy, and our skin
hot. I remember our cum showering her face and her body, hot and
steaming with lust.
Jennifer sat up as I walked in the room closing the door behind
me. Both her legs lay flat on the couch, her back resting on the arm
at the end of the couch. She gently flung her red-brown hair to one
side of her head and started twitching the ends with her fingers…
“Jen…What are you doing here?” I asked softly.
She stared at me with a faint smile.
“I wanted to see you.” She whispered. The black string over
her shoulder which held her silky lingerie rolled off her
tan tropical skin.
“Where’s Joe…?” I asked concerned.
“He won’t be here…” She assured.
She stared at me intently with those sweet asian eyes, and
smiled that innocent girlish smile that always melted my heart. She
kept twisting her hair with her fingers, and its driving my insides
wild…
There was nothing else in my mind but her…
“Turn off the lights?…” She requested. “I have something
for you…” Almost hypnotized, I flipped the lights off. I could
only see her shapely figure in the silhouette of the fading afternoon.
I walked closer to her. She flung her head back swiftly letting
her hair down. I could smell the sweet fragrance of it as I approached
her.
In the darkness, I kneeled on the floor, by the edge of the
couch, facing the length of her body lying in front of me. I stared
at the shadow in front of me. I felt her hands move closer to my face
and gently carress my hair. Her fingers combing through my hair, and
grasping my head around the ears and around the back of my neck. I
closed my eyes at the sensation of her touch. I ‘purred’ on her palm
as she smoothed my face and fingered my lips in the dark. I couldn’t
see anything, yet I feel the heat of her touch. I started to lick her
palms, and suck one of her fingers. She rubbed her wet hand around my
face until I was soaked with my own saliva. She led my left hand which
was resting on the leather couch down her legs. I felt her skin so warm
and soft. I started to feel her thighs as my hand circled around her
legs. Rubbing and teasingly stroking her near the crack of her lingerie.
I could feel the smooth hairs between her legs and the lace that
decorated her garment. I could sense her other hand working around her
lingerie, while she grabbed hold of my head with the other.
Instictively, I rested my face on her stomach. Her lingerie was
stripped off. I felt her warm navel touch my face, and somehow I wanted
to lick her skin and paint it with my tongue. My other hand groped for
her breasts, while the other combed through her pussy hairs. I could
feel her nipples harden as I played with her cunt. The combined
efforts of my hands on her tits, my lips kissing on her navel, and my
other hand inside her cunt, made her moan softly as her body twisted
in pleasure.
She tried to feel through my jeans, but I was a bit far from
her reach. I felt her hand carress my buttocks, leading my hips towards
her face. I had the urge to pull off my pants and reach for my throbbing
prick. Quickly I unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped my fly. I gripped
my dick out of its cage, just in time for Jen to feel it hanging.
I crawled on top of the couch still wearing my shirt and jeans, with
Jen’s head underneath, between my legs — the shadow of my cock
hanging in front of her face. I grasped both her thighs tightly with my
arms and hands, and roughly parted her legs as I burried my face into
her pussy. I licked the wet lips beneath the aromatic hairs. Jen
insatiably swallowed my dick jutting her tongue around and teased
my ‘prick-hole’again and again. I could sense her tasting my pre-cum.
Unggghhh…I groaned. *Suck me Jen…* Uhhh….*Yeah baby…* I could
feel her tongue roving up and down from my balls to the tip of my prick
and then swallowing me full. She caressed my thighs enjoying the
sensation of my hairs running down my navel and to my balls. *Geesus,
she’s so good…*
Jeniffer motioned me to lie on the couch on my back. By now, I
somehow managed to remove my shirt and jeans. I was breathing heavily.
I was stopped short of cumming. *Thank God, I want more* I could
hear her gasp for breath as she tried to utter a whisper
into my ear…
“Hhhey…Can you see me?” She said waving her hands in front of
my face. I could feel the movement, but it was too dark to see.
“Uhh. No.” I rasped from under my breath.
“Good,…I have something for you…” She said.
“Oh yeah?..You have a surprise?” I replied still rubbing my
saliva around her nipples with my fingertips.
“Uh-hum…”She said almost giggling in her girlish sweet voice.
It was hard to see in the dark, but I could feel her on top of
me sitting on my semi-hard dick squished somewhere between her
cunt and her ass…I sensed that she reached for something from the
table beside the couch. Suddenly I felt a soft drop of viscuous liquid
ooze from my forehead down to my nose and cheeks. I felt her hand
rub the slick fluid all over my face. I tasted a little bit of it. It’s
almost like cum, but it’s not. It was so slick, and somewhat bitter.
She rubbed the liquid all over my face and down my neck. Another dropfull
fell on my chest and another on my thighs. Jeniffer methodically spread
the jelly like substance all over my body. *Geesus…uhhh…it was so
good!*
“You like?” Jen whispered.
“Ohh…Jen…I like.” I said with a groan.
“Let me have some on my hands…”
Jen took my hand and oozed out a portion.
“Come closer Jen…”
As soon as I could reach her, I smeared the jelly into her cunt
rubbing it in and out and around her thighs. I spread the jelly around
her asshole and around her tits. I heard Jen moan…
Jeniffer lowered her body onto mine. Our skins slipping and
gliding off one another. The sensation was incomaparable. She thrusts
her ass into my hard dick and guided my prick into her asshole. With
her ass slick with the jelly, I penetrated her hole carefully.
“Ungghhh…” Jen cried somewhat in pain. “Slowly…unghh…” she
whispered. I pushed my rod carefully into her
asshole, *Geesus* Her hole was so tight, and hot, it almost milked my
dick with cum…
I tried to pump her ass carefully, until finally her muscles
relaxed and accomodated the entirety of my rod. I was able to pump
into her tight hole as Jen rode my rhythm.
The hot tight ass was too much for me to bear. It kept milking
my prick, squeezing, and gliding. The prickly hairs of her ass teased
my cock to cum…Uhhh….unnngghhh….I grasped and scratched her
round buttocks parting it as far as I could. Jen arched her back and
released my cock from her ass and inserted it into her juicy cunt.
The transition caught me off guard, that the sensations sent shocks
my aching balls. Her cunt seemed to have slurped my dick so swiftly.
The juices bubbling with excitement. She hammered her pussy up and
down. I could feel my legs stiffen and my thighs tighten. My groin
started to convulse. Jen gripped my shoulders so hard, she started to
scratch the skin off my chest. I held Jeniffer by the shoulders
pushing and pulling her body harder and deeper.
Jeniffer began to groan and achingly gasped for air. I could
feel the fluid in my balls rising. Uhhh….uhhh…uhhhhhh…..Harder
and harder I pushed that my dick started to swell.
“Jeniffer…Jeniffer…uhhh…I…I…love you…uhhhhh!”
I came, and came, and shot, and splashed my cum in her cunt.
My dick throbbing, Jeniffer collapsed on top of me. Sliding her tits
on my nipples, breathing heavily Jen kissed me on the lips and whispered.
“uhhh…Uhhhh…I..lo…”
Suddenly, the door blasted open. The shodowy figure of Joe
stood in front of our eyes…

Joe flipped the lights on and stared at us in shock.
I could sense his anger swell as his eyes darted in our direction,
seeing our naked bodies slick and stained with cum. I stared back at him,
somehow shot with a tinge of guilt, yet I forced a sinister glare and
said nothing…
“You cock suckin’ FUCK!” Joe managed to mumble out loud.
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Horny Bastards part2

Monday, January 26th, 2009

friendship and his need for favors are always a priority to me.
Mutually, he does the same. We have similar taste in girls and the way
we FUCK, that made us inseparable when going to social functions.
Things just started to change after we encountered Jennifer one night
in a local dance club.
Joe invited me for lunch one friday. It was a jump out of the ordinary
since he hasn’t treated me for lunch in a long while. We met at our
favorite Korean Restaurant.
I sat across the table from Joe, feeling awkward since we haven’t
done this for quite awhile. We placed an order and sipped our tea. We
both stared at the waitress’ ass as she walked away. Then he looked at
me grinning that stupid grin.
“So…Get any blowjobs lately?” he blurted out. I was shocked to hell.
I didn’t know what to say. Images from the past weekend flashed before
me. I looked at him straight in the eyes and uttered nothing.
“Well?…Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” he asked.
“I thought we were friends?”,
I said nothing.
“If you’re worried about how I feel…”
“It’s OK…”, “It just disappoints me that you did not tell me.”
“We made a deal didn’t we?”, “We tell each other what’s up?”
I nodded. I sipped my tea trembling.
“How did you know?…” I responded uneasy. “Did she tell you?”.
“She didn’t have to tell me. I know.” he said.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Do what you do best…FUCK her.” he said acting a little coy.
“WHAT?!…” I said.
“I know how you feel for her, I saw the way you look at her,
her glares, your reactions…C’mon, give me some credit…
I’m your best friend.” he stated.
“I’m confused Joe…What did you want me to do?” I asked.
“OK…I-want-you-to-FUCK my girlfriend…and if you don’t
mind…I would like the three of us to get together.” he said.
Somehow, the idea triggered something inside. I liked the thought
of me FUCKING a girl with my best friend. Images flashed in my mind.
The moaning and groaning I only heard in the night will now be our groans,
and our moans. *FUCKING BASTARD* I thought with a grin.
I looked at him straight in the eyes grinning.
“OK you dirty dog.” I said.
“Great…It’s friday, and it’s time we celebrate tonight…”
“Let’s eat…” :)

That evening, we set up our own private party. Just the three of
us in our little private apartment near campus. The light dimmed and
a slow rhythmic beat played in the background. The scent of heavy liquor
was in the air. We sat in the living room on the long leather sofa. All
three of us sat very close to each other. Jennifer sat in between me
and Joe. We laughed at the thought of us three sleeping together, it was
the topic of the night. There were no objections from anyone. Jennifer
was in her quiet little self making remarks here and there.
Somehow, in the midst of our conversation, there was suddenly nothing
else to say. We were quiet….
I saw Joe place his arm around her and started to passionately kiss
her lovely lips. I felt Jen’s hand crawl up my knee and started to carress
my thighs. Joe’s free hand crept up Jen’s mini skirt searching for her
soft wet cunt. I started to get hard seeing the action. I breathed heavily.
My right hand went down Jen’s blouse feeling her soft tan breasts
underneath my fingers. I felt her hand reach up my pants and squeeze and
carress my crotch. I moved closer to her neck and started to lick her sweet
skin. My lips were hot on her neck as my fingers worked to unbutton her
blouse. I felt her hand stroking my hardness through my denim jeans.
hhhhh..hhh….I muttered. I heard Joe’s breath and Jen’s mild moans of
ecstacy in between breaths of kisses. Jen’s blouse soon fell from her
lovely body and I anxiously threw it aside with my free hand. Jen did not
wear a bra, and all her beauty was exposed in front of my eyes. An animal
being took over me and I burried my face between her breasts painting
the beautiful mounds with hot saliva from my tongue. I heard her groan from
the expertise of the men surrounding her. Joe’s hand pulsated in and out
from under her skirt torturing her with wild sensations.
Somehow, Jen managed to unbutton my pants with her free hand and
release my hardened dick from its cage. She gripped it commandingly and
stroked it and squeezed it, my pre-cum instantly dripped from its
head. I played with her hard nipples teasingly with my probing tongue.
I sensed Joe trying his best to unbutton his pants. Jen took over and
finally was able to remove it completely revealing his prized possesion.
With Joe’s free hand, now wet and slippery with cunt juice, started to
stroke himself.
The action was too much for Jen to handle. She squirmed on the
leather sofa and eventually fell on her back with ME on one end and
Joe on the other. All three of us panted furiously as we try rearrange
ourselves to better positions. Jen reached for Joe’s cock and hungrily
inserted it into her mouth alternating the sucking from the head to
his balls and back. *FUCK* I thought. I was given the opportunity to
try out Jen’s wet pussy as her beautiful ass pointed my direction.
On all fours, Jen offered me her sweet cunt. I stood on my knees on the
other end of the sofa and gently entered the sweet offering with my
throbbing dick. It was tight, *Geesus*, it was tight and wet. Ohhhh…
Jen…*FUCK*…In and out I rode her savoring the sensations of every
nerve on my prick. Her muscles inside contracting at every push. I
was leaning on her back and I saw Joe on the other end receiving what
seemed to be a heavenly blow. His face contorted in pleasure, he looked my
way and grinned a devilish grin of sweet pain. He moaned and I moaned,
Jen screamed a little out of sweet pain while I penetrated her deeply.
We were like wolves howling in the night. Jen’s dripping saliva was too
much for my sight to bear. She swallowed Joe over and over and over again.
Our motions and the sight of each other FUCKING was too much for us
to bear. Faster I went, I could feel my prick tingle. Uugghh…unghhh…
Jen…I’m CUMMING…uhhh…*FUCK* “Don’t CUM in her pussy man!” Joe
managed to shout between grunts. “Wait for me to CUM man!…ungghhh..uhh”.
“Hurry Joe!…uhhhh…” I said.
In the back of my mind I knew what he wanted to happen. We always
talked about it when we watched porno movies that someday we’ll get to do it.
Jen stroked and sucked Joe faster that his dick was red and sore. It
was ready to burst. Jen reached her orgasm berfore anything happened. She
screamed a small little scream of pleasure as she continued to suck on
Joe’s prick. “Mmmmhhhm….mhhhhh” she muttered.
“I’m CUMMING man! uhhh…”
“Ohhh man! I’m CUMMING too!…ahhh..uhh” I replied.
Jen pulled away and placed herself between our pulsating pricks.
sucking both of alternately. I came first and spilled my white hot cum
on her face,”Geesus..uhhhh”, soon after, Joe shot his cum on her face
as well, “Ahhh..Jen!..”. Our shots were so strong and violent that Joe
splattered some of his CUM on my body, it was dripping hot, and
I splattered some of mine mine on his chest. Jen licked the CUM stained
flesh on both sides. She slurped every trickle of white sticky sperm on
my navel and on Joe’s prick.
All three of us breathed heavily. Spent, tired, and relieved, all three
of us collapsed on the slimy leather sofa. Our legs and arms entangled
together, with Jen between Joe and I.
Before I drifted into sleep, I remember thinking of what our future
would be…This FUCK is too much for me to take. I really enjoyed it.
I know I would want some more. How long will this relationship last?
Tomorrow is another day, we’ll see how it turns out…*FUCK*

The next few days was strenuous for me. Joe still treated
Jennifer like she was his girlfriend. He came in and out of our
appartment dragging her wherever he liked. It tortured me deep
inside to see Jennifer glance my way everytime she was with Joe.
I was extremely jealous. I became angry at how Joe was handling the
situation. He wasn’t treating me as a friend, he was treating me
like an outcast. He didn’t even consider my feelings towards Jen,
and he acted as if Jen exclusively belongs to him. After what happened
between the three of us, I expected that I would be a part of that
relationship. I was hurting inside. I reconsidered my feelings about
my friendship with Joe. I was flaming with hate. I wanted to punch
him and beat him with my fists. Images of blood dripping down his
forehead, and sore bruises all over his body. For a moment, I thought
of death. I wanted to hurt Joe badly, but I’m too smart for that.
Physical pain is so easy. No…I’m angry because he has what I want.
He should not have toyed with me and offered her body to me. What did
he think? After going for a three-way FUCK, he can parade Jen in front
of me? What the FUCK for? To brag to me that the best FUCKING BITCH
still belongs to him? He can swallow my CUM and eat my SHIT!
If he knew me well as a friend, then he would have considered
my feelings. I always considered his feelings, and that’s the reason
I held back from FUCKING Jennifer and back-stabbing him. I guess
I’m only one of those FUCK ‘friends’ who means nothing to him…I had
to hurt him, I had to teach him a lesson…I’ll FUCK him up really
bad, and he’ll regret he ever FUCKED up with me…
One wednesday afternoon, I came home early from school. I
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Horny Bastards

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

It was one of those hot summer nights in the middle of June.
I remember laying on my bed feeling warm and sweaty from the evening
warmth. The open balcony door did not help much to alleviate the problem.
Less did the wizzing fan relieve me of the torturous stickiness that
covered my skin.
I couldn’t sleep. My mouth felt wet. My breath was heavy,…
and somehow (without intent) my dick was hard. The weather did not
bother me as much as I thought it would, because a fantasy danced in
my head which made the warm night an erotic night of lust. I visualized
this beautiful woman I saw on TV earlier that evening.
She has voluptuous tits that my hands would love to roam and touch
and squeeze. A nipple that I would love to taste with my tongue and
suck and lick and bite teasingly.
I imagined myself sitting on my bed half naked, wearing only
my Calvin boxers. The sheets all messy and ruffled, my left foot flat
on the bed, my right leg spread showing a mild hard-on underneath my
shorts. I watched the beautiful lady slowly dancing naked in front of me.
The beat of an erotic rhythm played in the background, I believe
it was Enigma…She rubbed her breasts up and down playing with her
hard nipples. She reached for her wet cunt dripping with vaginal juices.
With her middle finger, she made little circles of pleasure by rubbing
her clit gently and methodically. I was as horny as hell. I fondled
my own nipples pinching it gently with my left fingers, my right hand
gently patting and rubbing my navel near my belly button. I liked
the feeling of my hair trailing all the way down my balls. I slid my
hand down and grasped by rod. It was rigid and warm. I could only imagine
how sweet her navel would be under my tongue. Ohh.. I could smell that
thick aroma of her organ. It was a smell that somehow resembled the
arousing scent of sweat underneath a pair of Levis jeans.
She came closer to my bed and stood near the corner of the bed
by the wooden posts. She carressed the brown hard wood with her hands
and slowly kneeled on the floor. She licked the wood, her saliva glistening
on the surface. She motioned me to pull down my boxers revealing a
mildly thickened prick. I removed my Calvins and threw it to her. She
caught it and then she smelled it. She pulled the elastic band wide and
bit the hanging garment underneath the crotch carefully swallowing the
crotch area and slowly pulling it out wet and dripping with saliva.
I licked my plams and spat on them and then started to stroke myself.
My spit was wet and thick. It felt so soft and slippery on my throbbing
dick as I continually stroked it with strength. She started to suck
the wood at the corner of my bed, and amazingly was able to put the whole
thing in her mouth. *FUCK* I sighed to myself…The tip of my dick was
tingling as I circled my fisted hands around it. The beautiful vision went
around my bed and crawled on top of me. She knelt at the foot of the bed
and stared at me intently. She liked to watch me masturbate. And I liked
her watching me masturbate. *Watch me Babe* *Yeahhhh…that’s it…*
She pulled on my left foot and dragged my leg flat on the bed and gently
spread my legs apart. She bent over and slid her hands on top of my
jerking fist. She continued to lower her face between my legs as she
carressed my navel — slowly reaching for my ass and gripping it tight.
She lowered her face further until I finally let go of my dick, and
she started to lick the head of my rod and carefully inserted the
hardness into her mouth. My God….it was so good. I closed my eyes
and sensed all the pleasure I could feel. hhhh….hhhhhh…I quietly
sighed. My saliva dripped uncontrollably down the corner of my mouth.
I did not mind. I opened my eyes and I let myself salivate at the sight
of her head bobbing up and down my prick.
With the warm air I could smell the scent of “human SEX”. The softness
of the skin, and slippery substances in her mouth was something I longed
for. Her tooth never scraped the head of my dick. Her tounge circled
the head. It felt wonderful and warm and soft and slippery and so
fuckin’ REAL! I was nearing orgasm….uh..uuhhh..uh… SUDDENLY…
I woke up!! MOTHER FUCKIN’ SON OF A BITCH!! It IS REAL!! My roomate’s
girlfriend was giving me a blow right there! I was shocked at first, but
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I was burried in ecstacy and I’ve reached
a point of no return. The emotional mixture of shock, pleasure, lust,
and the inevitable explosion of orgasm was nearing its peak.
I gasped for air as I neared my orgasm,…uhh…uhh.. oh my God… *Fuck*
… Jeniffer …what are you…*Geesus*…uhh…are you doing? …. uhhh …
*FUCK*…. My body started to tense as she placed more pressure on my
hard dick…up and down she went faster in pace….She made it more
pleasurable and intense as she stuck one of her fingers inside my asshole.
The tingling sensation of her fingers inside my hole as she fucked it
deep set my prostate convulsing in wild sensations. The combined
stimulation of my asshole and prick sent me to another universe.
I could feel my groin squeezing out all the CUM it can find from my balls.
My legs tensed and I gripped her head grabbing her hair pushing her
face deeper…*FFFFUCKKK*…my hips pushing forward…I’m Cumming…uhhh….
*Yeahhh*….mmmhhh….uhhh….She jerked the base of my dick with her
other hand as she continued to suck the head and finger fuck my asshole….
Oh my God Jen…Jen…uhhh!!..hhh…uhhh! I exploded on her face my hot
white cum. It dripped from her forehead to her cheeks and down her mouth.
She licked the sticky cum dripping off my dick and sucked the head for more.
She burriedher face underneath my balls savoring every drop with her tounge
…*FUCK* I said to myself. *My roommate is just next door*…
*What am I going to do if he finds out!*… *He’s my Best Friend!*…
*Shit*… I found it difficult to handle the situation, my friendship
is in jeopardy. Yet somehow, I found it a turn on…”I just fucked face
my BEST FRIEND’S girlfriend” It was one of the best blowjob I had in years.
Somehow, I feel even closer to him as a friend since we now share a
common FUCK…I pondered on the idea of FUCKING another man’s girl…It
was definitely an aphrodesiac of challenge and risk. A friendship on the
brink of wild passion. A friendship built on a common FUCK…
I’m so confused…What am I going to do?….

After I gathered myself together, I looked at Jennifer straight
in the eyes. Not knowing what to say or how to start, I sat up towards
her, and faced her CUM dripping face. I could feel her warm breath upon
my lips, and I could smell the stale CUM. I reached up my right hand
gently pushing her black-reddish messy hair back away from her face.
Jennifer is a beautiful girl. At 19, she has a body that any man
would kill for. She had a smile that would melt your heart and remind
you of an innocent tropical girl. Her tropical tan and smoldering exotic
eyes hints a beauty worth the sacrifice to the gods of the natives.
She had a mysterious way about her. The innocent image she posessed
hides another woman. Behind the innocent fascade is a hungry passion of
lust. She is a girl of few words, and rarely did she spoke to me. She
is friendly, yet aloof. When I do get the chance to talk to her, she
always ends our conversation quickly, yet sweetly. She was never rude
to me, and on occasion caught her glaring at me sweetly. I ruled out
the possibility that there would be something between us. She was my
best friend’s girl…I wanted her. I really did.
“Jennifer…why?” I whispered to her, my throught harsh and dry
from our night of ecstacy. “Shhhh…” she whispered, placing her finger
on my lips. “I…did it for you…”. She looked at me in the eyes, she
had that look of hidden pain covere by a faint smile. I went closer
and partly opened my mouth and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue
probed in my mouth and mine into hers. I could still taste my fresh CUM
in her mouth. I did not care. It was our wine of love. We kissed passionately and
finally she pushed me back and slowly stood up from my bed. I sat there
and watched her leave. She looked back a last time before exiting my
room. From the faint light I could admire her shapely body. Her buttocks
firm, her breasts rounded and tender.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t able to go
back to sleep. I pondered the thought of her with me. I wanted her back
in my room. The desire was so strong that I was angry. I was screaming
inside figuring out what to do. Why have I done this to my best friend?
Should I tell him? I would loose her. I would loose my friend. *FUCK*
*I need her*
The following days tortured me. I was moody and snapped at almost
everyone. I was irritable. I couldn’t concentrate in class. I was supposed
to study for a midterm, but my mind kept creeping back to that night
with Jennifer. I see her with my buddy almost everytime, but I try not
to act obvious. But I guess, I had a tougher time when she is around with
my best friend. I know my friend well, and he knows me well, I had a
feeling he knows what’s up with me.
Joe is a cool guy. He’s about a year older than me. We’ve been friends
for about 3 years now since I met him freshman year. He’s a good looking
Chinese-American in a rough sort of way, and women usually like
him for his body. As for myself, for a Filipino I was lucky for an
athletic physique mixed with a boyish look of innocence which my Chinese
heritage offered. My witty remarks and quick reactions, combined with
Joe’s qualities make our team a trap for worthy women. We like each
other’s company and somehow our relationship evolved into an open,
trusting, and loyal friendship. I put great importance in our
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Placeshighmeadmf part5

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

until he reached her twin, perfect breasts. He encircled their

tips and gently pulled, bringing warm flashes of need that washed

over Jessie in waves. Breathing now in small gasps she rolled on

her side and gently pushed Hal onto his back.

What was fair for the swan was fair for the lady of the

lake.

Jessie planted kisses on Hal’s cheeks and mouth and gently

nibbled his ear. Her tongue flicked in and out and round, until

Hal too began to breathe in irregular gasps. Her right hand

worked down Hal’s shirt buttons until the top lay open at the fur

of his chest. Jessie ran the tips of her fingers though the

black and grey hair curling across his chest, stroking his skin

with desire. Shifting her weight to the side, she pulled his

shirt to the side, effectively pinning his arms still entrapped

in it. Desire driving her, Jessie moved her tongue over his

breasts, circling, tickling, sucking while Hal lost himself

wanting to play out the age old game of love and merging.

Jessie’s hand strayed to the straining bulge in his jeans and she

stroked the surface of his thighs with ever gentle, passes that

brought forth his breath in deep, pleasured moans.

Now it was his turn again. Hal struggled to return from the

waves of pleasure in which he floated. He finally raised himself

on one elbow and removed his prison of a shirt. Hal reached for

the zipper on Jessie’s jeans and slowly inched it down, his

fingers seeking to dip themselves in her soft petals of skin.

His probing palms found the triangle of golden fur that arched

skyward to meet him and he slid his hand along her glistening

thighs searching for panties. There were none to find and it

excited him to find her so ready and unencumbered.

Jessie’s right hand was no quieter than his. She worked the

snap of Hal’s jeans open and slid her hand inside over his under-

pants and caressed his shaft. It was full and firm and strained

upward at each pass she made from the tip to the base and back

again. She worked Hal’s zipper open and teased his firm member

into the softness of her palm. It was velvet soft on the outside

but unable to disguise the raging energy it contained. His shaft

wanted only to be as close to her, to burrow itself deep within

her magic. Its tip moistened in overwhelming expectation of

heaven to come.

Jessie and Hal were both breathing hard now. But they still

had entirely too many clothes on. It took them no time at all to

realize this fact and seek to remedy the situation to fulfill

their desire. Hal was the first to call a truce. He eased

Jessie’s jeans off, his hand stroking her thighs with a caress

with the softness of the wind, but the urgency of manhood.

Reciprocating, Jessie slowly slid both his pants down until he

stepped out of them.

He stood before her like a graying, handsome god of lust.

She knelt and took his shaft into her mouth and teased it round

the head and underneath with her tongue. Each pass brought Hal

closer to his knees. His back was arched and he fought the

desire to end this ballet in a flood of saltiness.

Jessie moved up his pubic area with her tongue…up the

chest…up to the neck and then to his lips again. They embraced

in a kiss that lost them both to time. Hal moved to enter her,

thrusting, like a sword seeking its rightful sheath and when he

found his home, they both cried out in pleasure.

Now a deep thrust, now a shallow one. They clung in each

others arms, swaying like great willows caught up in the dance of

life and the wind. The deeper Hal thrust, the deeper Jessie

tried to take him. She wanted him in the center of her being but

she could not keep her balance, her knees were so weak that they

had to hold each other up to keep from falling. Her body urged

Hal to follow it gently down without slipping from its hold, to

lie upon her on the sweet earth together.

Now their rhythms lost them to all reason. She moaned and

cried out and struggled sideways in an effort to bring Hal close

enough within her. He lost himself in passion until the urgency

of both of them brought the crescendo of centering. Hal came in

a flood of warmth and a cry to the gods of perfection. Jessie

joined him as his salty flood spread inside her loins that

brought her own loss of space and time. She was in a time and

place where nothing mattered but holding this man as close as she

could for eternity itself. They lay relaxed, merged with one

another while time itself passed away.

Tears began to stream down Jessie’s cheeks. They were tears

of pure joy, tears of pure happiness and she held Hal gently and

let them flow with her passion. Hal reached up and brushed them

gently away with his finger tips. He kissed their saltiness and

whispered gently into her ear, “I love you,” while he tried not

to cry himself. There was no way to express in words what he

felt about what they had shared with each other. Language lost

its power to express when compared with this sharing.

For the longest time they laid there, wrapped in eternity,

love taking them on a journey to the ultimate high meadow.

—

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Placeshighmeadmf part4

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

swim and rational suddenly seem unimportant. She was the joy of

Life itself.

Finally they were through with the clean up. Hal gave an

inward sigh of hope that he might now find relief from the battle

he was fighting with himself. Just when he thought he had won,

Jessie smiled and he had to fight his impulse to fall in love

with her all over again.

Jessie made a lunch for the two of them and placed it into

each of their packs. It would be cold at the lake so she caught

up a moleskin shirt to throw on for the higher elevation and then

she looked around for something Hal could use.

Hal had tossed a plaid, heavy, wool shirt over a bush by his

tent. Jessie picked it up to hand to him. Her hand strayed

though, and she lifted it to her face first. It smelled sweet

and smoky, like campfires and like Hal’s warm essence. This was

as enchanting and addicting to her as the thought of opium pop-

pies. She wanted to rub it on her face and bury herself in it

like a puppy. There was something about his man, that she wanted

to make her man, and something as necessary about him, as breath

itself. Reluctantly she suggested he put the shirt on and re-

turned it to him.

They started off on the trail to the lake. Jessie lead the

way through the forest. Meadows of ripe huckleberry bushes

followed them from open area to forested area and then back

again. They wound by fallen areas where the fire weed spikes

sprinkled themselves in amongst the downed timber, where ground

squirrels darted into small holes around the upright stumps. The

hum of wild bees made the world buzz in the sunlight and the

sunshine was heavy, overwhelming the senses and dissolving their

every day selves into warmth.

Hal and Jessie moved into the timber again and now began to

climb in earnest. The trail moved ever upward where the wind

carried a slight chill to it and the clouds dropped lower on the

mountain sides. At last they moved out of the trees on the side

of the mountain and looked down at a perfect jewel of a lake. It

was surrounded below on all sides, by sloping terrain and it

cupped a verdant, emerald meadow, beside its waters. They stood

there for the longest time on that mountain side, absorbed in the

sight and catching their breaths.

Jessie dropped down the path to the lake, Hal followed upon

her heels. The sun was dispersing the clouds now and it looked

like it might be a fine day of Indian summer warmth. They picked

their way to the part of the meadow spread beside the southern

edge of the lake, the beauty of the day and the place acting upon

their feelings like a drug.

Jessie took a soft Madras bedspread from her pack and Hal

helped her spread it over the fragrant grasses. The hum of

insects made the Earth seem to vibrate with life and the sunshine

lulled them into a sense of timelessness and pleasure.

Hal helped Jessie slip the pack from her shoulders. She was

close now. So close that she was overloading his senses. She

turned and Hal could almost taste her skin on his lips, salt and

coffee cream richness. Hal was losing his grip on reality and as

he fought he knew it would be a battle he would ultimately and

gladly lose.

Then Jessie cast her die in the game. She took off her

shirt to sunbathe.

Jessie slipped her T-shirt off with the grace of a dancer.

Her skin was flawless, the tan and the rose tips of her breasts

melted the steel of Hal’s reserve. He clasped her to his body

and pressed his warm lips to hers tenderly, but with an urgency

that confessed what he had been repressing all morning. She met

his kiss with equal abandon and slowly pulled him down beside her

on the cloth.

Jessie’s lips were trembling and Hal tried to soak her

deeply into his soul, with each passionate response to his kiss-

es. Hal cradled her face between his strong hands and tasted her

honey wine lips with the desire of a man lost to the world.

Kisses followed to her cheeks. Jessie arched and exposed her

neck as he caressed her body with his tongue.

Hal followed the line of the swan to the hollow of her

throat and gently bit with his teeth until she could stand it no

longer. Jessie’s thighs were slippery from desire and she en-

twined her limbs about his. Hal strayed down the throat to the

chest, his tongue urging her abandon in small, intense circles

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Placeshighmeadmf part3

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

happen to want to go with me up to the high meadow by the lake

after breakfast, would you? It is a bit of a hike in, but well

worth the trouble to get there.”

Hal called back “What’s up there besides the lake?”

Jessie shot back, “Me,” and disappeared into the safety of

her tent.

Once inside the tent she shed the pajama top. She raised

her arms high over her head and it slid off in a gentle caress.

It brushed the nipples of her breasts, where the rose of their

tips met the tan of her skin. She noted that the tips stood

erect, totally appreciative of the gentle stimulation that Hal

effected upon her mind. That gentleman out there was having a

friendly, awakening, influence on her sleek body.

She reached for her jeans and pulled them on over the blond

triangle of her pubic hair. The thought of wearing them without

underwear teased at her mind and brought a gentle glow of excite-

ment to her loins. She found her belt and fastened it low on her

hips. The only thing left was a shirt. She finally decided on a

clean white T-shirt to set off her tan. It slightly revealed the

tips of her nipples, just in case Hal was up to noticing. She

was beginning to hope he was up to more than that. He made her

want inside. He made her aware of her femaleness and her desire

to express herself in deep and lasting rhythms.

She smelled the smoke of a campfire and the aroma of wafting

bacon drew her out to investigate. Maybe the man could even

cook. There was the promise of heaven about his habits.

Jessie now dressed, but highly indecent, made her way over

to her table and surveyed her breakfast box. Usually she kept

things simple on these trips to the campground. Hot breakfast

cereals and fruit for the morning. The wafting smell of bacon

was making her regret this decision though, and she considered

putting a proposition to Hal.

“How would you like to consider combining our stores for a

really spectacular breakfast?” she suggested hopefully. “I have

hot cream of wheat and honey sweet slices of melon to offer. If

that isn’t enough…there is always me for dessert,” she said

with a mischievous glint to her eye.

“I have more than enough to share,” Hal countered while his

heart caught in his chest and he tried to maintain his calm

exterior. “Besides, I never eat dessert with my breakfast,

however attractive it might be!”

He surveyed her now dressed body. She was lyrical. She

made his throat dry and made him doubt his own, normally well

balanced, sense of assurance. Her hair caught the rays of the

morning sun, her violet eyes constantly teased him and the tips

of her breasts were visible through her shirt in a salute that

made it impossible to concentrate on what he was doing. He might

as well share breakfast with her as she was going to be all he

could think about the whole time anyway.

Jessie carried the fixings over to Hal’s stove and busied

herself with the cereal.

The whole time, Hal tried to keep his mind on his bacon

cooking, but her presence grew on his body like the energy of a

storm before it was about to break. A brush of her arm made him

catch his breath. Her scent was like warm hay fields under the

sun. It was sweet and intoxicating and made him almost ache from

trying to draw it in. He wanted to catch her up in his arms and

crush her to him. He WOULD stay in control! He would not let

his fantasies run wild! This child-woman would not tempt him like

that!

She bent over. He wanted to brush against her, turn her

face to him and carry her off into his tent but he would not give

in to her spell! He resolved that no woman was going to make him

lose the control it had taken 50 years to build. He was wrong

about that.

They had a quiet breakfast. Jessie washed the dishes and

Hal dried. It was a constant trial for Hal. Her fingers would

brush his as she handed him the plates. She was more than intox-

icating, each touch chipped at his defenses. With Jessie it was

almost unintentional. She breathed and lived and exuded

desire…so much in her being…that once one knew her, it would

have been impossible to imagine her without this quality. It was

a spark of life that flowed forth to entrance those in her

presence. She wove a spell of clean earth and warm sunshine and

exuberance. She was a drink of heady wine. She made the senses

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Placeshighmeadmf part2

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

trees and the golden light in a mixture that called forth magic.

Her body was stirring now and it felt drawn to this

stranger’s strength, in a way that few men called her. Moistness

began to spread itself on her thighs. It made her acutely aware

of just how fascinating he really was.

The man readied to shave. Cold water in a small pan, razor

and shaving cream laid out on the table. He hung a small mirror

from his kit on the side pole of the tent.

Jessie was mesmerized.

He began with long strokes on the sides of his face. Each

was perfectly executed. They were strokes of a master painter

working on a canvas. Each pass of the blade was strong, and each

had their own symmetry as uniquely apropos as the verbal passages

of Shakespeare.

He finished, wiped his face with a towel and raised his head

to catch Jessie still intent upon his face.

“I have never had such an attentive audience before,” he

laughed, “nor such a pretty one,” and he surveyed her face. “Are

you making sure I have done the job properly?” he offered with a

twinkle to his voice.

Jessie gently laughed out loud. “And what would you do if I

tested your handiwork with a kiss?” she countered.

Hal was tempted to say, “I’m old enough to be your father,

sweet lady,” but he was both intrigued and attracted by her youth

and her sublime grace. Instead he said, “Be my guest beautiful

lady.” It surprised him even as the words left his mouth.

Jessie rose from the bench where she had been surveying the

proceedings and walked over to Hal’s campsite. Smiling, she took

a finger and traced a path across his upper lip. Then she

stroked the side of his face softly with the back of her hand.

It was as smooth as a satin shirt. Flawless. He smelled of lime

and soap and maleness. It was as heady a perfume as the pine

trees, and she wondered what it would be like to love a man like

that and have his scent on her pillow to drink in, every morning,

along with his body. She gently kissed his cheek.

Hal cleared his throat. “I suppose this means that I ought to

introduce myself, as I’m not in the habit of having people I’m

not acquainted with pass judgment on my handiwork. Especially

when I have not had my coffee nor caught their name,” he teased,

“If you find me suitably proficient, you may call me Hal.”

Jessie barely suppressed the urge she was feeling to bring

her body close to his, and run her fingers through the grey at

his temples. She said, “My friends call me Jessie. I wouldn’t

know what is usual in this sort of situation, but my compliments

to the artiste for his deft touch.” She smiled and quipped, “It

passes muster in my book, Michelangelo,” and she touched Hal’s

cheek again with her lips, very softly, lingering just a bit at

the last.

Jessie had the feeling that Hal was about to draw her deeply

to him and engulf her with his arms and soul, but his reserve

held fast and the moment passed. She turned and went to her camp

spot, returning in a moment with the thermos and a spare cup. “I

understand that you also start your day with an infusion of dark

caffeine. Would you care to share some of mine?”

Hal extended an arm for the cup and Jessie poured the hot

brown liquid till it reached the rim. His eyes teased her over

the top of the coffee and he said, “My thanks to the chef. I

never was able to wait very well while I brewed up my first batch

of the day. You seem to be a very handy camper to have nearby.”

Jessie raised her eyes to his and said, “You’d be surprised

as just how handy I am and all the things this camper knows how

to do. Or just maybe…you wouldn’t,” and she flashed the big-

gest, brightest look that was such a mixture of gentle, friendly,

wickedness and pure exuberance, that Hal was momentarily caught

off guard. He lost himself happily in enjoying it, until his

sanity returned.

“You ought to be spanked, young lady,” he retorted, “And I

might be tempted to do it myself if you don’t get dressed and

stop endangering an old man’s heart like that,” he threatened

semi-seriously.

Jessie shot back a gleeful smile and countered, “Looks to me

as if your heart is strong enough to take it,” and she headed

back to her site in a hasty but reluctant retreat, before she

could get her rear end swatted.

She called over her shoulder as she passed, “You wouldn’t

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Placeshighmeadmf

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Archive-author: Jessie

Archive-title: High Meadows

Jessie leisurely stretched her body in the down bag. The

pines around her tent exuded a clean scent, a scent of such

incredible clarity that it compelled Jessie to draw it into her

lungs, in deeply exhilarating breaths.

The morning sun streamed in through the window of the tent

and played glorious rays amongst her hair, loosened golden about

the pillow. Sleep-tousled and dreamy-eyed, she stepped from the

bag and stood up to survey her surroundings.

Her soul savored towering trees, golden sunlight and snow

covered peaks stretching as far as the eye could see. These

mountains were her refuge when life began to close in. She came

here to feel reborn, a part of the great conspiracy of life to

extend itself in joy. Drinking in the feelings of joy, she

realized that to fully appreciate the measure of splendor this

scene commanded, she wanted her morning mug of coffee.

Jessie stretched and stepped out of the tent to get the

thermos she filled the night before. Standing in the filtering

light from the trees, the light caught her hair, a mass of long,

honey hued, soft tresses; hair so beautiful, the gods themselves

might have spun it out of gold. Jessie poured herself a steaming

cup of the dark brew, then mellowed it, perfectly blending milk

and sugar. She sipped at the edges of the mug and warmed her

hands.

Nothing could intrude on the peace in her soul and the

exhilaration she felt in just being alive. Jessie sat down at

the table to let the joy of BEING, sink in.

Jessie’s beauty matched the splendor of her surroundings and

the glory of her feelings. For all of her lithe, tall frame,

there was not an ounce of awkwardness. Jessie carried herself

with the assurance of a god, head high, shoulders straight, a

flowing quality to her movements, she synchronized with the

rhythms of the universe itself. Some women might have looked

less than wonderful in the men’s pajama tops that she wore.

Jessie looked fetching. She looked spectacular. Even the trees

of forest accepted her as an equal. Jessie accepted her beauty

as part of the natural order of things, part of the heritage of

all mankind. She sat at the camp table, radiantly alive and

stretched across the seat with the grace and spirit of a wild

animal. Jessie crossed her legs slowly and cradled the coffee

cup in her hands. Her legs began beneath the pajama top, long

and lean and infinitely pleasurable to behold. Her thighs were

sculpted out of fine creamy marble.

The morning beckoned, a panorama of perfection before her.

She surveyed the world. It was her special domain and playground

for the wild, free, joyous quality of her nature. She sighed

pleasurably and looked around the camping area. Sometime in the

night the camping spot next to hers had acquired a tent, a four

by four truck and assorted gear. The rest of the campground was

usually abandoned this late into fall and the only thing that

spoke of life besides the gentle sound of her breathing, was the

scamper of ground squirrels looking for food under the table.

She wondered who the other inhabitant was that could come here so

late, long after summer fled, and during the week when most other

denizens of the world sat at their desks and only dreamed of open

air.

The ultimate appearance of the other camper soon settled her

quizzical musings, and the tall frame of a man stood outlined in

the door of the other tent.

He was about 6′1″, his hair graying on the sides where it

touched his face. It was a mature, satisfying face and he looked

to be in his late 40’s or early 50’s. This face had an air about

it that demanded respect. He looked as though he could handle

anything that life threw him and still be strong, fair, confident

and in control.

The man smiled at Jessie and her body registered the inde-

finable pull of desire.

Jessie flashed a warm smile in his direction. She left no

doubt that it was intended to telegraph her interest to the

recipient. She sipped her coffee and savored the sensual quality

of this male. His sensuality mixed itself with the scent of the

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The Heat

Monday, January 19th, 2009

On July 11th, the temperature in downtown Willyville topped 94
degrees, a considerable jump from the high of 78 the previous day. The high
pressure area that Bob Katt, the weather forcaster for TV station KNUT, had
been predicting all week had finally arrived. The sun sat hot and brassy in
a sky devoid of clouds. Bob Katt had predicted that the temperature would
only increase for the rest of the week, at least. The heat wave had begun.

Three days later the temperature broke 100 and everybody knew the heat
was here to stay. The air was hot and heavy. Those unfortunate enough to be
working outside or without benefit of air conditioning groaned and cursed
the sun, giver of all life and bringer of all misery.

Skin became a much more common sight as uncomfortable humans stripped
down to the bare neccessities, if not farther, in search of some relief. As
clothes fell away, so did inhibitions as the human, the horniest animal on
earth (who was actually capable of becoming sexually aroused at the mere
sight of the uncovered body of a fellow human of the preferred sex! Imagine
that!) began to follow the urges that nature had imbued them and that they
themselves had honed to a fine and wonderous art.

In other words, once the night cooled off, they started fucking like
rabbits.

But human nature can be a two edged sword, and while one edge was
sweet, the other was very bitter indeed. Hot weather and its attendant ills
caused tempers to flare where they otherwise would have been held with
discretion. Many great home truths, which had been considerately
unmentioned by friends, lovers, relatives, etc., suddenly came out in full
force with the expected arguments and fights following. Frustration at the
endless discomfort caused human to strike out at fellow human in a futile
substitute for lashing back at the true source of their aggravation, a safe
93 million miles out of reach. The local constabulary spent a great portion
of their time quelling these arguments. Of course, being human and just as
uncomfortable as everybody else, their tempers were somewhat shorter than
they would normally have been, and guess who they took it out on? Quite a
number of offenders made their way to the local lockup by way of the local
emergency room.

But all of this was simply human nature, and none of it was very
serious, at least not on a grand scale. Civilization had survived much
worse. But on a personal level some of the catastropies were very serious.
Some lives were changed completely. One such person who’d had his life
changed by the heat was Harold Sykes. And here’s what happened…

The moon poured in through the open window, flooding the bedroom with
an eerie half light. The air was warm, a pleasant 75 degrees. Perfect
temperature for nudity. Cindi settled back on the pillow with a satisfied
sigh of pleasure not yet faded to memory. Harold still kneeled on the bed
between her knees, his erection pounding almost painfully against his
belly. The moonlight spilled across her nude, fluid form, and he lovingly
eyed her firm, small breasts, still hard nippled in the aftermath of her
orgasm. His eyes roamed down her smooth, taut belly to the wiry mass of her
pubic hair, where he had but moments ago spent so much time carefully and
artistically bringing her to a powerful climax. Whatever else you could say
about his performance in the sack, he knew how to give head. It was one of
the skills he was especially proud of.

But enough wool-gathering (bad pun intended). Harold leaned forward,
placing his hands on the bed on either side of her. He kissed her fully and
deeply as he gently lowered his weight onto her. For a moment they simply
lay there, as he savored the full body contact, the feel of her naked skin
against his own. Then he raised his hips and she gently guided him into
her.

For Harold, at least, no sensation in the world could ever compare to
the warm, slinky feeling of penetration. He thrust deep, and her hips moved
in response. His excitement towered to new heights, and his balls ached for
release. Take it slow, take it slow. He kissed her again and ran his hand
along her side, from thigh to shoulder, feeling, touching, loving.

He began to pump in a slow sinuous rhythem, her hips moving with his.
Her legs raised and locked around his waist as her hands moved along his
back. Her breathing became short and rapid, and Harold knew she was
building to another orgasm. With each thrust, his own pleasure mounted to a
new height until finally he poised, breathless, at the brink. Too soon, too
soon…

Too late. He cried out as his seed shot into the warm depths of her
body. Face straining, he pumped again, one last time, trying to squeeze
what last litle bit of feeling might be left after that almost painful
explosion of pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

For an endless time he lay, gathering strength. Finally it soaked into
his sated conciousness that something was wrong. Cindi lay beneath him
wooden, unmoving. He looked down into eyes that stared back with cold fury.
“What- what’s the matter?”

The anger in her eyes flared as she placed her hands on his chest and
pushed him off. Her strength was surprising, and Harold fairly flew against
the wall by the bed. Blinking back stars, he looked at her in confusion.

“God dammit!” she yelled.

Frightened now, Harold could only gasp, “What… what…”

“You didn’t even try to make it last!” Hands on hips, her bare breasts
jiggled fetchingly as she shouted. But Harold wasn’t exactly fetched at the
moment.

“I sure did try! It’s not my fault-”

“The fuck it isn’t! You don’t even TRY!” she yelled, “Two pumps, a
tickle, and a squirt and that’s all you’re ever good for! I’m sick of it!”

What the fuck was this? It was hard to believe she had been so
intimate and caring a minute before. Miss Jekyl had just turned into a
raving Miss Hyde and Harold was far too stunned to properly defend himself.
“You mean to say you haven’t gotten any enjoyment out of tonight?”

“Ha!” She was gathering her clothes and putting them on now. “Hasn’t
it ever occurred to you that I might get a little tired of being frigged
and licked every single night? I want a MAN, dammit! Not some little boy
who shoots his wad five seconds after he gets his pants off!”

He watched, unbelieving, as she stomped around the room. This was the
woman he had been so in lust with the last few weeks? Was he really such a
terrible lover? “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You did it to yourself.” she snapped. She was fully dressed by now.
Shouldering her handbag, she turned to him. “I’m leaving now. Until you
learn how to fuck, don’t bother calling me.” Her pretty features twisted
into an ugly ironic smile, “Have a nice life.”

And then she left. Harold stared at the door a long time, his stomach
churning along with his mind. Cindi had deliberately set about to hurt him
in the worst way she possibly could. The only thought that kept running
through his head was WHY?

The sound of a car starting and pulling out floated in through the
bedroom window. Somehow this sound seemed to bring reality back into focus
and his mind started working again. With a snarl he jumped off the bed and
ran to the window, throwing the curtains aside.

He screamed something out the window, causing lights to come on all
over the neighborhood: “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

He ducked back inside before anybody could see him, collapsing back on
the bed. Nothing was resolved, and some painful issues would have to be
dealt with in the near future.

But he had to admit that, for the moment, he felt a little better.

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Humourheartatttxt

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Heart Attack

-From “Jokes for women only” (Men, please excuse …. :-> )
by Susan Savanah. You may have heard them, but they were new to
me …

A man came home from work early one day, and found his wife naked and
panting on the bed. “Honey”, she said, thinking quickly, “I think I’m
having a heart attack!” While rushing to call the doctor, he nearly
stumbled over his crying four year old, who told him there was a naked
man in the closet. He ran to the closet, opened the door, and there was
his best friend. “Damn it, Dave” he shouted, “Jill’s having a heart
attack and here you are scaring the hell out of the kids!”

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Humourgumbytxt

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: I got fucked by Gumby

— | I was fucked by GUMBY.
____/ | – _ |
/ | | | | | It was years after the TV series was set that
| (0) (0) | | / | this disgusting thing occured, Gumby had grown
| o | | | | up as had the boy owner of the books that Gumby,
___| -___- |_| | | Goo, Prickle and Pokey called home. That boy
/ | | owner was now thirteen and Gumby was about 17 or
| _ ___/ | 18.
| | | | | Anyhow, being a thirteen year old boy, he had
| | | | | porno magazines, which, like the other books in
| \|_ | | the room, could come alive and be interacted with
\ _| 6 | | by Gumby.
\__| | | Gumby, being stuck in a children’s book, didn’t
| /| |\ | | get much action so he was fairly desperate. He
| |_| |_| | | had given Prickle a poke and Pokey some of his
| |_| | | prick and he had also filled Goo with -er- goo,
| \_/ | | but he wanted some real stuff- with a human.
| | | | So, strolling around the room one day he
| | | | stumbled across the place where the boy hid his
| : | : | | pornos and he didn’t waste anytime entering that
| :… | :… | | text.
|______|______| | I was one of the guys in there making sure the
| girls got their fill.
—————————+ Gumby’s groin bulged forward and his plasticine
penis became hard. Now, it was that all the orifices of the females were
already occupied by someone so Gumby had to choose something else to get into.
This didn’t worry him, though, he had only ever grown up with males: Prickle,
Pokey and the blockheads were all males and Goo- well- Goo was a lump of Play-
Doh.
He looked around to find a male’s orifice that was within reach and
accessable, apparently he chose me.
I was too busy to notice him at first because, being a plasticine dick, he
had made it really thin and just slipped it in. It didn’t take me long to
realise something was amiss, though, for, once he had it in me, he let it
expand.
I’m not going to deny anything here- It felt good.
When he had gotten to what felt like normal size (its hard to judge when you
cannot make a comparison) he sighed and asked “Can I go deeper?” Having never
been aroused like this before (fucking for a living takes the fun out of sex)
I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I felt his plasticine manhood moving into me, through my anus, up my rectum,
into my intestines. My arse was crushing his dick and oh it felt good!
It took him a long time to get through both my intestines and he stopped at
my duodenum. Then he stayed there awhile, sending ripples of plasticine up and
down his penis. Hmmmmmm.
Then, suddenly, he began to withdraw, slowly at first then faster, and if you
have ever done this kinda stuff you’ll know that this feels *great.*
I had three orgasms, and boy did I scream with pleasure! I must have because
the boy owner heard me and picked up the porno. He stared down at us a while
then ripped his pants down and started thrashing himself.
It was amazing! I had a guy (a Gumby) pulling his thirty foot dick out my
arse and I was watching a thirteen year old giant jerking off his immense
penis. I had another few screaming orgasms just to show the kid I appreciated
him.
Then I felt Gumby come, pumping hot plasticine sperm into me for a few
seconds and then he was out of me and I could relax, or so I thought. It was
at that time that the kid came: it was frightening, I looked up and there was
this immense wall of come hurtling towards us. It splashed into the magazine
and filled up our photo. Lucky the girls were there to drink it all up, Gumby
helped a bit, too after he had tended to me.
First, he asked whether I had enjoyed it. *YES!*
Then he asked if he could retrieve his stuff. I nodded. He went behind me and
I felt his warm wet tongue lick my anus before entering. It, too, elongated
and went right up inside, searching for his tasty semen. I just quivered in
ecstacy as his tongue probed.
When he was sastified that he had every drop, he pulled out and I came again.
Then he gave me two dollars and left.
My magazine (my home) was thrown out because the pages were stuck together.
The boy grew up with a plasticine fetish and a homosexual tendency.
And Gumby moved into the book called ‘Atlas of the Human body.’

Anyway, I need to go now, I have something to tend to.
[ PS- the story- it's all true! :-) ]

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