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“I want to know who he is.”

“No.”

“Did you hear me? I want to know. You have no right to keep

this from me.”

“Part of the deal was, I promised him you wouldn’t find out.

Look, maybe he doesn’t want a relationship. But there’s no way I can

tell you without his consent.”

“If you don’t tell me whose cock was inside me, I’m going

to kick your ass.”

* * *

The guy wouldn’t consent to me revealing his identity. I admit

I felt awkward refusing to tell her who he was — she was my friend,

after all — but I had given him my word. We had exchanged trust; it

was part of the bargain.

Jeanine’s bitterness about me keeping my vow of secrecy aside,

it seemed that the whole project was going really well. Her moody

urgency about losing her virginity was gone; her burning curiosity about

sex was satiated, and now she comported herself more confidently, with

an uncharacteristic calmness. I had heard about deflowering having a

big impact on people’s behavior before, but I had never witnessed it

myself. I was impressed; Jeanine went from being a edgy, high-strung

swarm of electrons to a cool, flowing girl. If one morning I glanced

out the dorm window and saw her strolling naked over snow drifts with

flowers in her hair and her voice alive with song, I would not have

been surprised.

She also began socializing more. She acquired a fake I.D.,

and began hanging out in the campus pub with myself and various future

farmers. She danced to country music, quaffed tepid beer, laughed

dizzily at stupid jokes, and smiled a great deal. It was a terrible

irony that this was when the problems began.

One evening, sitting with Peggy, me, and three other guys

from school, she blew the whole operation. We had been playing truth

or dare, which for us was usually a safe and unsurprising game, and

just by chance one fellow named Dale asked about her first time. She

stared at him penetratingly — I assumed she was wondering if he was the

one — and then she blurted it all out. My proposal, the secret trust,

the grand mission to liberate her from virginity. I kicked her under

the table but she wouldn’t shut up. By the time she finished babbling

the guy was mortified, and she clearly inferred from his reaction that he

was not her man. An awful silence descended. Jeanine looked

over at me, wounded, helpless, stunned by her own stupidity.

“That’s a nice bit of fiction, Jeanine.” I tried to cover

her tracks.

“Did she make that up?” Peggy asked me, her voice high-pitched

and wavering.

“Nope,” a guy named Del said. “Too real. She said too

much details. Know what I mean? She couldn’t've made all that up

just now.”

Her face flushed, Jeanine rose unsteadily and walked to the

ladies’ room. Two of the guys, almost fainting with hilarity, went

to the pool table to repeat what they had just heard.

Later, Jeanine told me that as she exited the bathroom a

stranger approached her and claimed to be her anonymous lover.

As did nine other people over the next two days. One of them

was a woman who claimed she had worn a strap-on.

* * *

Jeanine told me that her response to all the guys who claimed

to be her lover was: Prove it.

To which most of them replied:

“Sure. But, um…the only way I can prove it is if you

let me sleep with you. Then you’ll know it was me.”

* * *

“The problem, Bobby,” Jeanine inhaled from the joint I had

managed to talk my older sister out of. “The problem is…I mean,

I can deal with all this bullshit, the ridicule, everyone saying how

desperate I must be. The real problem is, I love the guy.”

…End of the part4. To be continued..

He cleaned her other breast, and then began to work down her belly, stroking her

scar with his mouth – pausing only to murmur “beautiful”. He shifted his weight

back onto his knees, provoking a pair of loud clicks. Her eyes shot open. “Your

knees-” she began.

He chuckled and silenced her with a kiss. “Relax – it sounds a LOT worse than it

is – it doesn’t hurt at all, in fact. It’s just a very unsettling thing to hear,

as I’m sure you’ll agree!” She acquiesced, but her face still showed signs of

concern.

“God, you really do care for me that much, don’t you?” he asked with a look of

admiration and wonderment.

“But of course, ‘I’m offended you even thought otherwise’,” she mimicked.

His arms encircled her and he hugged her tightly. “I love you, darling,” he

whispered in her ear. “And just to show you how much…” He resumed his

ministrations to her lower torso, untying the cord of the sweatpants she began to

loosen ten minutes and half a year ago. His hands massaged her hips, pushing the

waistband of the pants slowly down. She grabbed the post behind her and raised

her buttocks, permitting him to remove her last article of clothing. He paused

and regarded her mound, entranced.

“You’re not put-off by my c-section scar?” she asked with concern.

“Are you offended by my paunch?” He leaned back and puffed out his chest and

belly. “It’s not as bad as when I took my photo – gotten a lot of exercise – but

it’s FAR from a physique I used to have. Even so, I haven’t heard any

complaints…” he finished, as sly grin taking possession of his features.

“Well, now that you mention it -” she began. He laughed, and pulled her back

towards him, kissing her deeply and passionately to quell any criticism.

“ No – I don’t find it at all unattractive, love. It is part of what makes

you YOU. How could I not love it?” he said, brushing a lock of hair from her

forehead. “Besides,” he continued, holding her as he lay back and rolled their

bodies over on the bed, “it gives me a landmark to follow in the dark!” He

demonstrated what he meant by running his tongue down the ridge to her bush,

sliding off the bed. He paused and inhaled her musky scent, nuzzling her mound.

Grabbing a pillow, he raised her hips and adjusted the angle of her pelvis,

resting her legs on his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips

a butterfly that alighted on her sensitive flesh every inch or so.

“You gonna mess around down there all morning or are you gonna DO something,

lover? I got the Phone Company coming by this afternoon,” she called in

frustration.

“Just for that, I think I’ll do a little more sight- seeing!” He felt fingers

entwine themselves in his curls and pull his head into the vertex of her legs.

He ran his tongue roughly across the length of her labia; it had the effect he

sought.

“Ooohhhhhhhhh.”

His lingual muscle traced around her labia, sampling the traces of moisture

already there. After some coaxing by his mouth, her lower lips opened like the

petals of a flower as they were engorged in blood, becoming warm to the touch.

As his hands locked with hers, he plunged into her slit and stroked the silky

insides with his taste buds. His efforts were awarded with a seeping of

honey-like fluid, which he lapped up eagerly. Satiated, he shifted his attention

to the apex of her cunt. Her ‘third nipple’ swelled as he flicked it with his

tongue, causing her to shiver and squeeze his hands. Then he returned to her

love nest, lancing his tongue deep within her depths. He began to fuck her

orally, the bristles of his moustache brushing her clitoris with every stroke.

“Oooo…nnnn…nnnnggggggghhhhh” was his partner’s only utterance. Taking this as

encouragement, the man increased his pace, only to have his eyes bug out as he

felt fingernails dig into the backs of his hands. Her hips lifted from the

cushion, her back bridging – supported by her shoulders and her thighs on his

shoulders. Her moans took a more urgent tone, and the flow of her honey

increased. He continued his assault on her nether regions, and was rewarded with

a cry of “NnnnnaaaaaAA-AA-AA-AA!” and a trickle of pearly essences over his mouth

…End of the part4. To be continued..

reach around and jerk you off up front; you were on the edge of shooting

your wad even without that. Not everyone can have a prostrate orgasm –

come just from being ass-fucked — but you can. In fact, you have the

most talented ass I’ve ever seen. Seen, hell, the most talented ass I’ve

ever been inside of. If any ass was ever made for fucking, yours was.”

“That sounds rather poetic. What’s all this leading up to?”

“Look. I want you as my steady. Your ass is mine. It belongs to me,

and me only. Likewise the rest of you. Your whole body is my exclusive

property. I own you, all of you.”

“Warren, baby, I do believe you’re presuming a bit much. My ass is

more than just a receptacle for your cock. It belongs to me. Me. A real

person. A person with an identity and free will. A person with a destiny

to fulfill. A person who has all of a sudden had his fill of assholes

who insist on asserting ownership rights on other people. A person who

has just decided to boot *your* ass out.”

——————————————————————-

THE BOOK OF ASSES

Part III

Taking Pleasure

In the valley of the buttocks sits the crown jewel — the rosebud,

vulgarly known as the asshole. This is one of only two openings to

the body’s digestive system. Nature designed it to function as a

portal, to release stored solid waste from the lower intestine. As

it happens, it’s a two-way valve, allowing entry as well as exit. The

anus can be trained to become the most responsive and pleasure-giving

of all the sex organs.

The anal sphincter is a double valve. It consists of an outer ring of

muscle that can squeeze shut and open up under conscious control.

About three-quarters of an inch deeper inward is a second ring

of muscle that responds to pressure from within and peristaltic

motion. There are, however, methods of relaxing the inner valve to

permit insertion of a foreign object — a butt plug, dildo, or penis.

Certain techniques facilitate anal entry . . . for purposes of ass

play and ass fucking. Lubrication and relaxation are the key.

The lower chamber of the large intestine, the rectum, has a lining of

relatively fragile mucus membrane. Insertion therein of objects or

body parts absolutely requires lubrication. A water-based slippery

emolient is appropriate for silicone dildoes and condoms. Petroleum

lubricants, such as Vaseline, seemingly work well with a bare penis,

but they do have certain failings.

Relaxation is critical for the passive partner — the receiver or

“bottom.” This prevents pain, not to mention possible damage to the

rectal wall, and makes the experience much more enjoyable for both

parties. Preparation and loosening of the receiver’s anus usually

involves gentle insertion of one, then two well-lubricated fingers.

The receiver can aid insertion of fingers and, later, penis or

dildo, by pushing gently out (as when having a bowel movement)

at the moment of entry. If necessary, the receiver can also assist

insertion by reaching back around to pull apart the buttock cheeks.

An experienced bottom can often accept insertion from a well-lubricated

dildo or penis with minimal preparation. A fortunate few can even

climax just from being ass-fucked, with little or no stimulation

of their own “primary” sex organs (vagina/clitoris or penis).

When bottoming, some men get pleasure from stimulation of the

prostate gland, located on the forward wall of the rectum, below and

behind the base of the penis. Feeling the head of the inserter’s

penis poking and rubbing against the prostate is often by itself

sufficient to bring the passive partner to orgasm. Sensations

of friction, stretching, and fullness likewise contribute to the

pleasure of the receiver and may also trigger orgasm. This helps

…End of the part4. To be continued..

that sounds odd, that a mother and her son would become more relaxed

with each other, but that’s exactly what happened. I think that there has

always been some male-female sexual tension in our culture, mostly buried

and not honored, but certainly operative. And as with many things, we

aren’t aware of them until they go away. It’s their absence that highlights

their former presence. In that fashion, I was very aware that many of our

defenses had been lowered.

——————————————————————–

Some months later when I’d been away at school for what seemed

like too long a time, I called my mother just to chat. We never said

anything blatant, but there always seemed to be a kidding undertone to our

conversations, subtly skirting around sexual things. One day she upped the

ante. “So, getting any?” she asked.

I was stunned. Was she reading my mind?

“No, dammit. You?” I was taking a chance here and I knew it. I’d

been distantly aware that in the last little while, even when my father was

home, that they were not connecting, my mom and dad. You can’t be that

close to someone and not be aware of those charged emotional states, even

when they’re never discussed. Mom, I knew, was frustrated, but we didn’t

talk about it. As I said, she never complained.

“No,” she answered, and then quickly added, “but we’re not talking

about me. What’s happening with *you* these days?”

I was used to her fending me off in this fashion and hardly paid it

any attention. The fact of my emotional state was that I was lonely. I

missed my mom. And oh, yes . . . I was horny. I decided to act out on a

new fantasy. I asked her for a date, a mother-son date.

“Mom, I miss you and knowing I won’t get back home for a couple

of months, it makes it worse. So I was wondering, would you come up

and visit me? We’re having a little dance here and I don’t know anyone.

You wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel or anything. I’ve got a pull-out

couch; I’ll use that and you could use my room. Will you let me take you

to dinner and then the dance?”

She made I’m-thinking-about-it noises and then said, “Well . . . I’m

not sure about the dancing part. I’ve danced with you – or tried to – before

and it’s something about two left feet . . .” and then she laughed.

“Mom! Come on, will you? I’m not that bad,” knowing that I

really was that bad.

“Alright, alright. I miss you too and I’m a little lonely myself. I

miss our talks. It’s be nice to have dinner and re-connect with you.

When’s the dance?”

“Two weeks . . . the weekend after next. Can make it?”

“Sure. Will you pick me up at the airport? I dread tying to get a

bus or a taxi.”

We made the arrangements and just before hanging up, I blurted

out, “Mom, I love you and I can’t wait to see you. Gosh, a real date!”

——————————————————————–

In retrospect, I can see that I’d been sexually attracted to my

mother for a long time, but initially too inhibited to admit it to myself.

With the pealing of that layer of my denial, I came to accept the intense

sexual feelings I had for her, but continued to deny that I expected or even

wanted to seduce her.

Another uncomfortable foray into self honesty brought me to that

point where I knew I *wanted* to be sexually intimate with her, but

realistically, didn’t imagine I ever could. After years of viewing her on

…End of the part6. To be continued..

seduction. We’d fallen over the edge, both of us, and were in some run

away free-fall of lust, both mindful of what was happening and each fueling

the consuming fires of our passion. I think we were mostly beyond words

at this point.

She reached for me, as if to cuddle again, as if to kiss again. I

pushed her back into the couch and her legs came up. In one motion, I

pulled outward on the inside of one knee, opening her up to me, nude save

her hose and garter belt framing her wet, swollen and open pussy. I gazed

at it in absolute awe, it seemed for a long time but in fact was probably

only seconds. Then, making eye contact, I gradually lowered my head

toward her crotch, that she would know my full intent.

I paused, studying here pussy. As I expected, she trimmed the

edges of her luxuriant pubic bush. Her lips were bare. I looked, but

couldn’t see her anus. That area lay hidden in shadow.

Smiling, she murmured, “Oh, yes!” and slouched down even

farther, arching her pelvis up to meet me.

In contrast to my usual too-fast-to-savor-the-moment hurry, I

moved as in glue, so slowly. Looking alternately at her open pussy and

then into her eyes, I continued lowering myself slowly. I placed the palms

of my hands on her thighs, pushing them open even more. She murmured

approval, “Yes, that way.”

The sometimes-rational part of my mind was boggled. Only a little

while ago, I was dancing cheek to cheek with my mother. Not quite

innocent, to be sure, but a league from holding her legs open that I might

see her better. How’d this happen? My libido suggested that I not screw it

up by “thinking” about it.

The musky scent of her cunt wafted up to me, ripe and intoxicating.

I knew that smell. Knew it from a hundred times that I’d picked up her

soiled panties, but it was never this erotic, this intimate. I drank in her

scent as one would savor the heady aroma of heated brandy. I pulled it in

and held it.

I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me gently toward

her. I gave myself to her control and allowed her to guide me to her

pleasure. She pulled my head into her crotch and my lips first touched her

pubic hair above her slit. She rapidly corrected, pushing my head down to

the uncovered clit. I kissed it softly and she ran her fingers through my hair

as she crooned, “Oh, Billy. Kiss me there. Suck me. Please suck me.”

I pursed my lips and kissed all around her clitty, occasionally

flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Each time she lurched, as if shocked

by a small jolt of electricity. She rolled her pelvis against my face, rubbing

on my mouth as I tongued inside the wet and swollen lips of her cunt. At

the bottom of her slit, it was a swamp she was so wet. I curved my tongue

into the pool of her secretions and pulled them up, wetting her clit with her

own juices.

Her speech had become almost guttural as she explosively exhaled

each time I drove my tongue into her cunt. “Unh . . . God, I, unh . . .

needed that, unh . . . deeper, Billy, unh . . . take me . . .”

I pulled back, my face drenched, and kneeling between her legs, I

fisted my painfully hard cock that she might see me and again looked into

her eyes. Her face was in half shadow and her eyes were dark pools.

I could see her shift her vision to my cock as I slowly stroked the

shaft, bunching up the skin about the bulbous head and then pulling it

slowly back. I looked at her open pussy and then at by cock before l again

looked into her eyes, asking the silent question. Her answer was equally

silent and equally unmistakable. She looked at me gravely, then pulled her

knees up and out, while running the inverted V of her fingers down to her

pussy, opening it up in invitation.

Suddenly she clasped her crotch in her hand as if shielding it and

with a wide-eyed look of alarm, said, “Wait! Billy, *think* a minute. Think

about what we’re doing. Do you know what this means?”

I slowly shook my head, not understanding.

…End of the part14. To be continued..

“Suck it you little slut. I don’t want any more shit from you, just
suck me!”

I tightened my hold on her hair and pulled her head back a little
further so that her lips started to part, then shoved the head of my
cock into her mouth.

“Lick it! Use your tongue.”

Her tongue slid around the head as I penetrated deeper into her
mouth. I held it right at the entrance to her throat and let her
tongue explore the shaft. I eased up and let her sit up a little
higher. She put her arms up over my legs and took my cock from my hand
and started suck on it in earnest. I leaned back, put both of my hands
on the back of her head and started to enjoy the ride. At first I
would use my hands to pull her head downward while I shoved my dick
into her mouth. Soon however, she no longer needed any
“encouragement” from me. Her tongue was doing wonders as she slowly
slid my prick in and out of her mouth. I moaned for her to take it
deeper. She tried but was unable to get it down her throat with out
gagging. I gently pulled her head back and told her to relax. I pushed
the head of my cock on the entrance of her throat and felt it slide
in. She gagged a little but was able to take it all the way down. Once
she mastered this skill she fell into a rhythm where she would swallow
my cock all the way to the hilt, sloooowly withdraw it while running
her tongue up the underside until just the head was wrapped in her
lips. Then she would french kiss the head while she looked up at me
with her soft, brown eyes then start again.

Each of these loving strokes was bringing me closer and closer to
the edge. She was holding me in her mouth, her tongue sliding over my
cockhead and her hand stroking my shaft when she raised up her eyes
and stared deeply into mine. That did it. As she looked up at me I
felt myself reach the point of no-return and the cum started to boil
up out of my balls. She was right at the very tip of an upstroke and I
decided that now was the time to fulfill the final part of the fantasy
that I had always had about Kim. I pulled back on her hair so her face
was upturned and about a foot away from my dick. I grabbed my cock
with my other hand, aimed it at her face and gave it one hard stroke
as the cum erupted from the head. The first blast landed in her hair
near the top of her forehead and trailed down her face across the
bridge of her nose. I corrected my aim and gave another stroke and
this time I was dead on target, splashing cum across her half open
mouth and covering her pouty little lips. Her face was still
registering a look of both shock and lust as I pulled on my cock again
and sent another blast onto her mouth and cheek. By now I was pretty
much spent. I dropped my cock onto her lips and she began to lick off
the few remaining squirts that were still flowing out. Much to my
amazement I had to actually tell her to stop licking and sucking on my
dick once it became too sensitive to touch. She amazed me even more by
licking the cum off of her lips and from around her mouth. She had
come a long way in a few minutes from thinking that the whole idea was
“gross” to greedily licking up every drop of cum that she could reach.

I was spent for the moment but when I looked down and saw Kim’s
face smiling up at me with globs of cum decorating her face and hair I
could feel the familiar stirrings in my balls and knew that I wouldn’t
be that way for long. I motioned for her to get up and told her to lay
down on the couch. She lay down with her head on a pillow at one end
and her feet in my lap. I put one leg on the floor and the other up
over the back of the couch. Her legs now spread wide before me I began
to probe her pussy once again. I did it slowly and gently pulling my
fingers out to lightly rub her swollen lips, covering them with a
slick film of pussy juice. I purposely avoided her clit since my aim
was to tease, not satisfy.

“You’ve been a very good little slut so far Kim. But there are
still a few more things we are going to do tonight. Do you like being
my slut?”

“Yesss.”

“I’m going to treat you like the little whore that you have always
wanted to be. Do you want that? Do you want me to treat you like a
whore?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, treat me like a whore. Make me suck your cock. Put it in my
mouth again.”

“Does sucking my cock make you horny? Do you want me to make you
cum?”

“Yes. Yes. Play with my pussy some more. Please, put your fingers
in my cunt”

I withdrew my finger from her pussy and she let out a low moan of
frustration.

“Please don’t stop again. I’ll do what ever you say”

“I want you do play with yourself Kim. I want you to show me how you
rub your pussy while you think about sucking a cock. All sluts play
with themselves Kim. Rub it! Rub your pussy for me.”

She hesitated again but I grabbed her hand and pulled it down
between her legs. That was all the encouragement she needed now. She
spread her legs even wider as her hand slid up and down her pussy, her
fingers lingering at the top of every stroke to massage her clit. Her
head lay back against the arm of the couch her eyes closed as her
fingers brought her closer to orgasm. I was almost hard again and
still as horny as ever so I began to stroke myself while I watched Kim
do the same.

“Tell me how you want to suck my cock.”

“I want to suck it so bad Dave, please give it to me again.”

“Tell me more. Tell me everything”

“I want you to put it in my mouth. Shove it all the way down my
throat. I want to hold it in my had as I lick it all over. I want to
lick your head when you cum and have you shoot your load in my mouth.
Unggh. Eat your cum, I want to eat your cum.”

She was starting to become incoherent as she came closer to orgasm,
her sentences punctuated by gasps and moans. I was now rock hard again
and ready for the final event of the evening. I grabbed her hand and
pulled it away from her pussy which was now literally dripping. I was
wondering how she was going to explain the big spot on the sofa to her
roommate. I wasn’t sure if pussy stains were permanent but I was sure
that Kim was going to have to pull out the bucket and scrub brush
tomorrow morning. She wasn’t really keen on stopping yet again and
tried to resist. I grabbed both her hands and pinned them up next to
her head on the edge of the couch and laided on top of her. I brought
my face close to her’s, look deep into her eyes and said,

“I’m going to fuck you now Kim. I’m going to fuck you good and hard.
I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I met you and you’ve needed a good
hard screw for a long time.”

This time there was no apprehension or fear in her face, just pure
animal lust. She was in heat and needed to be satisfied. She was still
a virgin, her “born-again” morals (now long gone) had kept her from
doing it with any of the other guys that she had dated. I had felt her
hymen while my fingers were in her pussy but she was now so wet and
turned on that it wasn’t going to be a problem. I let go of one of her
hands to reach down and position myself at the entrance to paradise. I
brought my face down to her’s, started a long hot kiss and drove it
home. I felt her body jerk as I broke through and my cock penetrated
about half way in to her virgin pussy. I thrust again and went deeper.
And again, still deeper. I broke the kiss and and Kim began to gasp. I
thrust again and penetrated almost to the hilt. Kim’s pussy was like a
vise. It’s walls grasped at my cock like it had a mind of it’s own. I
picked up the rhythm, pounding my cock deep inside her. I still had
her hands pinned above her head so she couldn’t move. She was moaning
loudly now and her body started to writhe beneath me. I could feel her
muscles tense up and her hips moved upward to meet my every thrust.
Her pussy clenched my cock as she began to cum. A loud scream erupted
from her lips and her back arched as I slammed my cock into her one
last time and held it there, deep inside. Again she screamed and
twisted as her orgasm raged through her body. She bucked her hips
again and again and at last began to relax, her body melting under
mine. I was glad that I had already cum once that night because under
normal circumstances I would have shot my wad a long time ago.

I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable on the couch so I
withdrew and ordered Kim onto the floor. She was still slightly dazed
from the force of her orgasm but looked like she was ready for some
more. She rolled off the couch and lay on the floor, her legs spread
and knees up in the air waiting for me to enter.

“No. on your knees!”

She looked puzzled but complied, standing on her knees in front of
me.

“Turn around and bend over. Get on all fours like a doggie”

She still seemed confused but she had always been rather naive
where sex was concerned and probably didn’t even realize there was a
doggie-style position. She figured it out fast enough as I knelt
behind her and slammed my cock into pussy. She gasped as I penetrated
all the way to the hilt. While I was on top of her I was never able to
get it quite all the way in but now, taking her from behind, I was
able to embed the whole length (which is seven inches in case you are
curious). I grabbed her hips and really started to go to town. When
my hips slapped against her ass it sounded like rifle shots. I could
feel myself building to another orgasm so I slowed down to make it
last a little longer. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her up to a kneeling
position. Her breath was again coming in gasps and low moans escaped
her throat. I slowed the tempo and grabbed roughly at her tits. My
hands pinched her nipples and kneeded those beautiful mounds of flesh
as my mouth nibbled on her earlobes and neck.

Despite slowing down, my orgasm was rapidly approaching. I pushed
her back on all fours and again began to pound my dick deep inside
her. Her moans became louder and suddenly she went rigid, threw her
head back and screamed as another orgasm took hold. Her knuckles went
white as she grabbed the throw rug and she thrust her ass back into my
hips. Feeling her pussy convulsivly clasp my cock finally sent me
over the precipice. I let loose a guttural moan and gave her two more
hard strokes when I felt the cum begin to rise up through my cock. I
pulled out and stroked my cock with my hand. It began to spurt and
several shots of cum landed on Kim’s back and ass. Spent, I dropped my
cock into her ass and let the final dribbles leak out into the crack.
My knees were now weak and I collapsed on top of her, pulling her to
the floor with me.

Her breathing slowed and she spoke to me,

“You’re not going to leave me now are you?”

This had probably been the single best sexual encounter I had ever
had and my mind was churning with the endless opportunities now
available to me. I pulled her closer and whispered,

“No. I’ll never leave you just as long as you are a good little girl
and do everything I say.”

She sighed and we both drifted off to sleep, entwined on the carpet.

–

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..

REASONS WHY GUITARS ARE BETTER THAN WOMEN

(please note, I have eliminated the obvious copies like, “you can have a
guitar all month long”, and “a guitar doesn’t care how many guitars you own”)

1. A guitar has a volume knob
2. If you break a guitar’s G-string, it only costs $0.79 for a new one
3. You can make a guitar scream as loud as you want it to
4. You can unplug a guitar
5. You can finger a guitar for hours without it complaining it wants more
6. Other people can play your guitar without it getting upset
7. You can finger a guitar in public and get applause, not arrested
8. You can have a guitar any color you want and noone will care
9. If your guitar gets loose, you can just tighten up the strings
10. If your guitar doesn’t make sounds you like, you can change pickups
11. You can use four fingers at a time on a guitar
12. If your guitar strings are too heavy, you can just get a lighter set
13. You can have a guitar professionally adjusted to *your* liking
14. If you scratch a guitar’s back, it’s unintentional, not required
15. You can go to a guitar shop and play all the guitars you want for free

Now, for the opposite:

REASONS WHY WOMEN ARE BETTER THAN GUITARS

1. Women are more fun when the power goes out
2. You can’t get your guitar wet
3. Ever try to screw a guitar?
4. The input to a guitar is only 1/4″ (ouch!)
5. A guitar won’t beg to be played
6. It’s no fun to tie your guitar to a bed and spray whipped cream on it
7. When playing a guitar, you can use your teeth, but not your tongue
8. Guitars aren’t very aggressive
9. A guitar won’t play you back
10. You need two hands to make a guitar scream
11. A guitar won’t scratch *your* back
12. A guitar won’t drive you home if you’re too drunk
13. A guitar doesn’t care who plays it
14. You can’t play two guitars at once
15. You can’t fall in love with a guitar (awwwwwww, gee, how sweet
(well, maybe you can, but they can’t love you back)

These are my own. I get sick of regurgitated ones. I hope you like them.

–

Suddenly and abruptly, I feel a hand being placed on my
shoulder and look up in surprise to see two handsome
men in jeans and tee-shirts standing there. One of them says
he didn’t mean to disturb me, but they knocked on the front
door and there was no answer, so they thought they might
as well try to look around in the back to see if anyone were home.

He explained that they were here to fix the filter in the pool
and that my husband had called them this morning from his
office. “Oh yes!”,I said, the filter is broken. Go ahead.”

From where the pool filter was located those two hunks had a
great view of me and feeling kind of horny, I thought I’d give
them a show. I undid the strap of my bikini top so that just a
little tit was showing and I pulled my bottoms tight up into my
crack. I knew they could see and that I was having an effect.

One of the guys, a blond who said his name was Pete, walked
over and asked to use the bathroom. “Right through the door and
to the left.” I said, sitting up a bit and letting my top fall
free exposing my large ripe breasts. The look on his face was
one of shock and embarrassment. “Oops!” I said, and winked at
him.

He just smiled and headed to the bathroom. While he was
gone I called the other guy over, Jeff was his name, a tall
muscular fellah with black hair. “Could you put some sun tan
lotion on my back” I asked as I rolled over onto my stomach.

“Sure!” he said. Slowly he massaged the oil all over my back and
legs. Then I turned over and asked him to do the front too, which
he did with a grin. His large firm hands began squeezing and
rubbing my tits. As he did that I reached up and unzipped his
pants revealing a thick hard ten inch cock! I sat up on the
lounge chair and slid his hot meat into my mouth. I sucked
slowly on the head of his fat dick, slipping it in and out
between my red succulent lips. By then his friend was back and
was already taking off his pants. I laid back on the lounge
chair and removed my bottoms. I spread my legs wide and the
blond guy took his big hard shaft and plunged it into my
dripping cunt.

The other guy stood over me and fucked my large aching tits
and mouth with his giant prick. The two of them pumped away
filling my mouth and pussy with their cocks. I wiggled and
moaned as they thrust in and out of me, ravishing my hot naked
body. My pussy clamped down tight on the thick tool between my
legs brought me orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the cock in
my mouth swell and I sucked faster until the guy shot a hot
creamy load of come down my throat. Then the guy fucking me blew
his wad deep in my cunt. I laid back, basted in their love
juices, and smiled.

After all of that exotic lovemaking, we all went for a cool
refreshing swim and did it again before my husband got home.

Tim Holland and Sheila Graves checked into the Golden Swan Motel at
around 9:45 PM. The motel was one of the many establishments
clustered around Disneyland. The rooms were pretty clean, and the
price ($30 for the night) was just right for the two high school
students who, after enjoying the thrills and joys of Walt Disney’s
creation, were ready to take in the even greater sights and pleasures
of each other’s bodies. A very horny Tim, with one arm around
Sheila’s sexy waist, unlocked the door to the room, and they entered.
Then they immediately dove for the bed.

Tim and Sheila did not know that they were going to be making love on
live television that night.

“And now, stay tuned for ‘In The Bedroom’, NEXT ON FOX 11!” I got up
from the couch and went to the kitchen to replenish my snack supply
as the commercials came on, and returned just as the show’s opening
title screen and theme music came in on the tube. According to A.C.
Nielsen, roughly forty million viewers would be tuning in to their
local Fox channels right about now.

“Hi, I’m Gene Siskel, of the Chicago Sun-Times!” Gene said with a big
smile. Then the face of his partner appeared. “And I’m Roger Ebert,
of the Chicago Tribune! Tonight we have placed our hidden
mini-camera inside a cheap motel room somewhere in Anaheim,
California. We’ll be reviewing the lovemaking of Tim Holland and
Sheila Graves as it happens LIVE.” Gene’s face reappeared on the
screen. “Tim and Sheila are your typical 1990’s American high school
students. For that reason alone, I am skeptical of these two turning
in a good performance. Sex as enjoyed by today’s teens tends toward
the rapid-fire — BAM BAM BAM!” Gene punctuated his BAM’s by rapidly
chopping the air with one hand. “There’s no foreplay! Nothing to set
the mood…” The camera panned to Roger as he interjected, “Gene,
once again you are jumping to a conclusion before viewing the act!
Let’s switch to the live scene from the motel room and see how our
two lovebirds are doing.” I had to agree with him. Let’s get on
with it!

The camera pulled back so that both reviewers were visible. Above
them was a large grey screen. It remained blank for a few seconds as
Roger and Gene turned toward it, then the transmission from the
hidden minicam appeared on it, bright and clear despite the dim light
in the motel room. The young couple were lying on the bed, still
fully clothed, locked in a tight embrace and kissing with youthful
vigor. I could see the swell of the girl’s full breasts underneath
her sweater, and I began to get a hard-on. Roger turned from the
screen to look at Gene and spoke first. “See? I think that your
‘BAM BAM BAM’ theory is probably already shot. They are NOT racing
through this, they are NOT…” Roger leaned forward and waved his
hands in circles in accompaniment with each NOT. “…rushing past
the foreplay, they are exhibiting an excellent and healthy attitude
toward sex.” Gene chuckled and shook his head. “I think it is YOU
who are jumping to a quick conclusion here. It is to early to deci–
see? Look!” He indicated the screen, which showed Tim and Sheila
lustily and quickly removing each other’s clothes. Her sexy body and
yummy boobs appeared, and my cock stiffened about 600 percent.
Oooooh! This was gonna be good, I thought, no matter what Siskel and
Ebert concluded!

The teens were now rolling about on the bed, Tim’s face buried in
Sheila’s chest and his hands feeling all over her body. Gene had his
chin in his hands and a rather glum look on his face. “This is
another thing I don’t like. This preoccupation with breasts!” As if
on cue, the minicam zoomed in on those luscious globes, with Tim’s
lips and tongue sliding all over them and feasting on them. “This
shows a marked lack of maturity…” Roger’s sharp laugh cut him off,
and he gesticulated wildly as he spoke. “I cannot believe your
negative attitude toward what we are seeing here! Tim’s desire to
suck on and play with Sheila’s breasts indicates a healthy sexual
desire and, in my opinion, reflects positively on his character and
personality.” Yay Roger! My cock stood and saluted his brilliant
insight. Anybody pro- boob is an o.k. guy in my book! On the screen,
Tim’s hands slid up and down Sheila’s sides, then slid up to her
breasts and piled them up into a hill of wonderful titflesh, pressing
the hard nipples together. His mouth alighted on them and began to
suck and tickle.

Now Gene was covering one whole side of his face with his hand and
shaking it back and forth slowly. Roger’s gaze, on the other hand,
was locked on the screen, obviously enjoying the action. The
minicam’s microphone picked up and transmitted Sheila’s moans and
aaaaahs as Tim continued to feast on her. Then, keeping his hands on
her boobs, his tongue and lips began to slide down her belly. The
tongue stopped at her naval and dipped inside to tickle it, then
continued its journey downward. Gene looked up. “Ah! Now we’re
getting somewhere!” It was Roger’s turn to chuckle and shake his
head.

Tim’s lips found their target, as Sheila’s whole body shuddered with
the powerful new sensation. Gene picked up on that. “That was a
good, realistic, BELIEVABLE response to his actions. Now this
performance is becoming interesting and worth the viewer’s time!”
Gene, you’re nuts! I thought. It’s been worth it all along! Roger,
Gene, and I all stared at the screen as Tim’s tongue teased and
tickled Sheila’s pussy, dancing around it and across it. Gene raised
his hand and made the “o.k.” sign, and said, “Now Tim is displaying
an exceptional oral performance. Notice how he teases and feints
with his tongue, making her think he’s about to plunge into her, then
he darts away and teases some more. An exquisite display of
patience, and an acute awareness of his girlfriend’s sexual needs and
desires!” Roger raised his hands, palms up. “O.k., I agree with you
there. It is a good performance. I do think that he should not
delay the inevitable too much longer though.” Tim agreed. His
tongue suddenly and swiftly dove into her hot vagina, and her body
gave an even greater shudder. The minicam zoomed in on the action as
his lips continued to tease her pussy lips every time his tongue dove
deep. His teeth got in on the action too, raking against the top of
her pussy. The minicam pulled back to show the whole scene, with
Shiela moaning and licking her lips furiously and kneading her
breasts with her hands and rubbing and tweaking her nipples. Ooooh
was I getting horny! The reviewers must have been pretty horny too,
but their professional demeanors hid that fact. “Tim is showing
exceptional patience,” Gene stated, “and an apparent willingness to
satisfy the Sheila’s sexual desires before satisfying his own.” “I
wouldn’t be so sure of that,” countered Roger. “A strong,
experienced tongue such as his is bringing him as much pleasure as
she is receiving! It is clearly mutual and simultaneous satisfac-
tion. Certainly a good performance.” I had concluded that long ago.

Tim withdrew his tongue from her channel, lay down beside her, and
whispered something in her ear. She giggled and sat up as he lay
down on his back. She positioned her vagina above his big throbbing
cock, and slowly sat down on his crotch as she guided his love muscle
inside her. Gene was nodding and smiling. “An excellent performance
there too. Wish I could do as well!” Roger nodded his reluctant
agreement. “Yes, I’d put this as one of the best acts of lovemaking
we have seen in recent months. The power and tension absolutely
ripples from this couple like heat off a desert pavement!” Tim’s
hands were clasped on Sheila’s hips as he drove his cock in and out
of her. Her body was undulating and writhing, her breasts swaying
back and forth. I had to resist going to the TV set and put my hands
up on the screen where that luscious body and those beautiful
jiggling jugs were! Tim’s hands climbed up her body and fondled them
as his dick rammed into her. Gene and Roger seemed to have been
rendered speechless as Tim’s hips moved quicker and quicker, and
Sheila grabbed his hands and pressed them even harder into her boobs.
Then her body gave a mighty heave as Tim came inside her, sending her
to orgasm at the same time. Wow!! They both panted and sighed for a
moment, then Sheila lay down on top of her boyfriend. What a sight!

The two reviewers broke into applause. “Bravo!” shouted Gene. “A
very good performance! It started slow for me, but after the
too-quick session of foreplay, followed by a needlessly long display
of his affection for her tits, he showed an amazing ability to
satisfy her lusty desires and his too. I give it a thumbs up!” Roger
seemed even more excited about what they had seen. “Well I liked it
even more than you! I found the whole act from start to finish to be
full of incredible sexual tension and release. A beautiful
performance by these two very talented young people, from whom I’d
expect great things in the future. One thumb up for me!” The camera
zoomed to Gene’s face as he delivered the “halftime” wrapup before
the commercial. “So that’s it for our first of the two sexual
performances to be shown to- night. Two thumbs up for a fine,
exhilerating session of lovemaking. When we come back, we’ll be
taking you next to a candid view inside the bedroom of Arnold
Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver, and we’ll try to answer the oft
asked question: do successful bodybuilders really make better
lovers? Don’t go away!”

But I had already gone away — to my bedroom, with the image of Tim
and Sheila still fresh in my mind. It was not going to slip away any
time soon.

In their room at the Golden Swan Motel, the young couple, unaware of
their newfound fame, lay in each other’s arms, soaking up each
other’s body heat and kissing the night away.

–

Even under the covers I could see the outline of her sexy
stomach. Earlier she said it could never be flat enough, never
right. She was wrong!! It was perfectly sexy, wonderfully warm,
always sensual. My lips traced along the edges of her stomach,
then down the center. I could tell she wanted me to move lower,
but not too fast. It was a delicious place to be.

I moved lower, touching her legs, letting my body caress her
where my hands and lips could not.

What a soft, sensitive area I have found! My lips caressed the
edge of her mons, lightly kissing around the edge of her
triangle. Teasing, I slid my tongue along the line formed by her
legs meeting her torso. It was so sexy to feel her writhe when I
did that. Like an iceskater on an empty lake, I let my tongue
draw circles, curves and curly-q’s over her mons, then down
lower, maddeningly close to her magic button.

Her scent filled my nostrils, filling me with an urgent desire. I
knew I wanted her, but I wanted us both to ride higher before we
consumed each other. Reluctantly I left her luscious mound,
licking and kissing my way down her succulent thigh. My hand
roamed ever so lightly over her other thigh. I alternated the
touch of my lips. Left, right, left, right. I could feel her
enjoying it, letting herself float on the feelings.

She felt my lips on the back of her knee, my hand slide down her
shapely calf. Her sexy legs, taut and shapely. Doing just what I
wanted as they wrapped around my ears, locked behind my back, and
pulled my face tighter against her pussy.

I worked my way up her other leg, alternating between kissing her
inner thigh on one side, then the other. It felts like my lips
were walking up between her legs, searching for that place that
would make her feel so good.

My hands slid over her legs, upwards, to hold her flaring hips.
At last I let her feel my hot, steamy breathe, right between her
legs, right where it should be. A jolt shocked her as my tongue
touched just to the right of her pussy, licking slowly, ever so
slowly upwards. I could feel her tighten, breathing harder as I
moved closer to the top of her pussy.

I moved to the other side. Again using long, slow stroking tongue
pressure, warm, and damp, as I licked the inside of that thigh
too, just below her pussy, teasing her tingling skin. Heat from
her pussy flooded my face, humid, full of her scent. It made my
mouth water, made me hard, made me want her even more.

I used just the tip of my tongue, held hard and pointed, I let it
gently part the folds of her flower, I tasted her as I rose
slowly upwards. I stopped, momentarily, just below her aching
clit, I teased her for a second longer. Then she felt my tongue,
circling her clit, flicking it lightly back and forth, up and
down. At once her loins were ablaze with marvelous electric
jolts. They jerked outwards, welcoming me.

My tongue dived in, lapping up the slippery cream that flowed
from her, as I circled her entrance, flicking and feathering up
her slit until it began circling her clit. I could feel her body
stiffening, feel her legs stretching out. I wanted her to lock
her legs over my back and pull my face tight. To let me make her
cum, to let me taste her deeply, to feel her spasm and tremble. I
wanted to feel her legs clamping around my head.

Oh God! She’d be so sexy when she cums like that, her hands on my
head, her soft, sexy buns cupped in my hands, her legs tight
around me. I loved to taste her, to lick her as she cums, to feel
her pussy spasm against my face. Best of all, I liked to look up
and see her smiling dreamily.

From there, our evening could have gone any direction and it
would have suited me.

We could have just lain and cuddled, or she could have rolled
onto her stomach, relaxing while I slowly made love to her.
Or, this could have been a night when she wrapped her legs around
me and pulled me deep into her pussy, both of us staring deep
into each other’s eyes.

Who knows, this might be one of those times when she wants to
give to me. Where she climbs on top, and makes me lie still so
she can drive me crazy. Or, this might be one of those happy
times where she lies between my legs, sucking and teasing me as I
did to her, making me crazy by wrapping herself around me, her
lips reaching for the base of my cock, showing me how much she
enjoys giving me pleasure too.

“Eric,” she said softly, there in the darkness, would you be mad
if I asked you to quit eating me?”

“Mad….. I don’t think so. I’d just place you under arrest for
resisting…”

“Ohhhh, resisting is the last thing on my mind… I promise.”

I lifted my face from her juicy box, and slid up over her, still
between her wide-spread knees. When my head passed her chest, I
slowed momentarily… Well, maybe a little longer, to give each
of her nipples a lick and a tug. Her pelvis rocked, in time with
my nibbles, and her sharp fingernails raked my back.

As my face was about even with hers, I felt her arm and hand
snake down, grab my cannon, and guide it into her. This time was
even better than by the picnic table. Not that there was
anything wrong with taking her from behind…. Oh no! That was
a definite ‘do again’. But, this was more intimate, less frantic.

I pressed the head passed the muscular ring, and sank into her
hot wet center, and paused, enjoying the sensation. Her breasts
were squashed almost flat under my chest, our bellies were tight
together, and we were fully joined at the crotch. A very time-
honored position.

My hips pressed forward, driving me deeper, and then withdrew,
and then repeated the thrust, withdrawal, thrust, withdrawal. I
felt her heels slide up the backs of my thighs, pressing me
slightly deeper with each plunge.

I could hear her breathing, faster and faster as the beast with
two backs writhed on my bed.

“Up on your elbows, Eric, please…. I can’t breathe.”

I took some of my weight off her chest, and looked down into her
eyes, that were wide and staring. “Better?” I asked.

“Oh, yesss,” she gasped, as I continued to ride her.

Her ankles had moved higher, and now were wrapped around the
small of my back, and her legs were actively involved in driving
me as deep as possible with each thrust. My head dropped , and I
looked between our bodies, toward where we were joined in the
shadows, and the bounce and sway of her firm mammaries captured
my attention.

She was moving freely under me in that split-second between
the withdrawal and the beginning of a new plunge, and I could
feel her muscles ripple around my cock. Her legs helped propel
me forward, her pelvis rocked, and I drove in, and struck bottom.

She gasped, and then we did it again, over and over. The tip of
my cock would bump something deep inside her, she would gasp,
and her pussy would flutter.

We were both getting to the short stokes. There was a glow to
her face and a flush across her chest and neck, and my balls were
tingling, and my cock was swelling. I think she started just a
…End of the part9. To be continued..

As an ultimate test of his will power, a man decided to give up sex for
Lent. Although not thrilled with the idea, his wife agreed to support him
in this effort. The first few weeks weren’t too difficult. Things got
tougher during the next couple of weeks, so the wife wore her dowdiest
night clothes and chewed on garlic before going to bed. The last couple
of weeks were extremely tough on the husband, so the wife took to locking
the bedroom door and forcing the husband to sleep on the couch.

Easter morning finally came. A knock came on the wife’s bedroom door.

“KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!”

husband: “Guess who?”
wife: “I know who it is!”
husband: “Guess what I want?”
wife: “I know what you want!”
husband: “Guess what I’m knockin’ with?”
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