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Ted instantly looked away. For a moment he gazed out at

the snow, his eyes following its passage from the black sky to the

window, where it melted against the warm glass.

“Well, I’d hafta think about it.”

“No no, it’s a simple question. Would you sleep with her?”

He cocked his head.

“Well, would she be talkin’ much?”

“No, she’d…well, she’d just be lying there, I guess.”

After a moment he shrugged, then said, “Sure, I guess, if…

I mean, it’s a little far-fetched, but I suppose if–”

“That’s it. Thanks.”

* * *

“Jeanine, look.”

She was lying back on her bed, a rumpled psychedelic nest of

quilts and velvet pillows, gazing at the Janis Joplin poster she’d pinned

to the ceiling, and smoking a Marlboro like it was marijuana. This was

another one of her perennial complaints: the dearth of illicit drugs on

campus. She rolled her eyes to me.

“I’ve talked with a bunch of guys. I mean, word has reached

me that there are a bunch of guys around here who find you extremely

attractive. It’s just that…”

She hammered her cigarette out in the clay ashtray resting

below her belly, then said bitterly, “It’s just that they don’t have

penises.”

“No, no. Look: Do you know Ted Daniels?”

She covered her face with her hand, groaning.

“Good lord. Ted’s farmer stock. He’s as articulate

as a bullfrog with tape over its mouth.”

“Well, okay. Do you know Mickey Blake?”

“Yes, I do. Well, actually, no, but I did once watch Andy

Griffith, and that’s close, right?”

“All right, this is getting complicated. Do you know Les

Goodman?”

“Know him? Well, I’ve smelled his overalls, but I haven’t

actually gotten within fifty yards of him. That’s close enough to

smell his overalls, though.”

“Jeanine, you’re making my point, okay?”

“What point is that?”

“It’s not that there aren’t romantic opportunities here, it’s

just that you’re so full of contempt for all the guys at this school

you’re not even willing to give them a shot. It comes across, okay?

They can all tell how much you deplore their agrarian mentality, or

whatever, and so of course they’re not going to make advances toward

you.”

“Listen, all right?” She grabbed another cigarette from the

pack and gestured fiercely with it. “If I slept with any of these guys,

sure, it might give me momentary pleasure, but I’d be on the verge of

nausea until I got old enough to drink.”

She lit her cigarette slowly, sucking at the lighter’s flame

until it had burned up half of the tobacco, then lay back. Janis

watched over her like the patron saint of dissolution. She puffed for

a while, coughed hatefully, then closed her eyes and groaned.

“Christ, Bobby, I just want to get laid.”

Then the solution came to me.

* * *

At least it seemed like a solution at the time. Like many of

my solutions, it ended up generating more problems than it solved, but

at least they were interesting problems. The solution was that I would

select some clean, sexually hungry young man to come to Jeanine’s dorm

room and anonymously fuck her while she was carefully blindfolded. The

guy would take a solemn oath to not reveal his identity to anyone,

especially her, and would have to swear not to talk about the unusual

encounter with anyone. Jeanine would get laid, but would not have to

endure the painful knowledge of which local nitwit she’d slept with.

The guy, for the price of keeping his mouth shut, would get pussy.

The illusion that it was a simple plan lasted only briefly. The

first actual encounter went smoothly: the man and I walked in together

and found Jeanine masturbating on the bed: naked, blindfolded.

“Jeanine,” I said sweetly, “You have company.”

She froze for a moment, then lay back, her breathing quick and

…End of the part2. To be continued..

forests whose wildlife, I had no doubt, was far more daring and

vigorous than that on campus. It was a conservative school in a

sleepy, often cold environment conducive to huddling and conserving

energy. The academic tone was one of intellectual diffidence,

cultural muting, religious mainstreaming. Students gazed somberly out

library windows, rested their heads on their desks, gathered

in the cafeteria to consume starches. The surrounding roads disappeared

into dense woods, vanished under snowdrifts, and probably didn’t lead

anywhere anyway.

When Jeanine graduated high school at the precocious age of

sixteen and began attending the university, rather than finding it

stimulating she found it insufferably dull. But at least she was

away from her parents, and, after pursuing her studies with such

commendable diligence, she was now determined to spend her time in

pursuit of nearly life-threatening debauchery: to finally cave in to

her roaring lust, to shatter her disciplined mind with a dizzying

variety of controlled substances, to betray friends, to tear couples

apart in torrid trists, to…well, to really live.

This was a lot harder than she imagined; this was the

University of Montana. One of the most popular majors was agriculture,

and Jeanine soon concluded that the future farmers of America had

as much of a capacity for hedonism as the vegetables they harvested.

“You look at these torpid bastards and you get the sense that

all they fantasize about is planting row after row of goddam corn.

These are people whose livelihood depends on fertility, for chrissake,

but do you think that even suggests sexuality to them? Hell, no. I’d

like to run the fuckers over with their goddam tractors.”

Jeanine began buying stacks of pornographic magazines in

convenience stores, tearing out photographs of nude women, then

inserting these in library books in hopes of stimulating a massive

outbreak of libido.

But it didn’t work. In her first semester, Jeanine was asked

out once: to a country music festival benefitting farmers.

“The guy wears nothing but flannel. Imagining him in leather

is like imagining a cow riding a motorcycle.”

“You’re too young,” her friend Peggy assured her. “They’re

afraid of being charged with statutory rape, or something. Once you

get older you’ll get more action.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“How many guys have asked you out this semester?”

Peggy was silent for a moment. “Well, everyone knows that

I’m looking for a husband, not a roll in the hay.”

“Bobby,” she turned to me, “How many girls have you asked

out this semester?”

“I’m too busy planting mental corn to bother with girls,” I

said. She shook her head disgustedly, then grabbed a copy of Penthouse

from her backpack and handed it to me.

I surmised the problem was that Jeanine came off as haughty. She

seemed to disdain all of the guys in school: men destined to spend a

substantial part of their lives shovelling manure, driving tractors.

Her arrogance, partly based on her stellar academic record, came

across as strongly as the Channel perfume she seemed to marinade

herself in. She reminded me of a slab of luminescent flesh yearning

to be ripped apart in someone’s teeth, but which everyone assumed was

lethally poisonous.

* * *

“Ted, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Bob, what’s up?”

I stepped closer to him, turning away discreetly, my gaze

settling on the window. Outside, snow swirled through the cone-shaped

orange beams of the parking lot floodlights.

“You know Jeanine?”

“Not really.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

He hesitated, as if somehow puzzled.

“Pretty what?”

“Pretty looking.”

“Well, sure.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

up against my wife’s open, wet pussy.

With a deep lunge he was inside her and fucking hard and fast. He kept

up a furious pace as I watched his cock disappear inside my wife to

the hilt and then withdraw only to be plunged back in as deep and hard

as ever.

By this time the big man at Corina’s head had removed his cock from

her gasping mouth and was watching his buddy bang away. His hand toyed

listlessly with his swollen member and wiped it back and forth across

my wife’s face smearing his precum over her eyes, nose and mouth.

I knew that the smaller guy would not be able to keep up the pace that

he had set for himself for long. I was right. With a final deep

thrust, he buried his twitching cock into my wife’s body and with

involuntary jerks of his hips, discharged the contents of his balls

deep inside her

But, as I saw the spent, small man roll away from my wife’s body, I

knew somehow that they were not finished with her.

“Sit her down on my cock!” the big man said as he sat back with his

tool sticking about eight inches up in front of him.

His companion was exhausted from the aggressive use that he had made

of Corina’s body, but he was still more than willing to help out his

buddy. With the wiry muscles bulging in his arms he picked up my

wife’s still quaking frame and bodily lowered her down onto his

friend’s lap.

White fluid was forced from her abused vagina as she was penetrated

for a second time and I heard her moan deeply in her throat as she

sank lower and lower onto the big pole until her chocolate coloured

buttocks nestled against his course pubic hair. Her heaving breasts

were again covered by meaty hands as she was raised and then allowed

to drop, sinking the long, turgid cock into her depths.

The strength must then have begun to return to her limbs because she

began to move on her own. Up and down, up and down she rose and fell

in time to her assailant’s gasps of joy. Her eyes closed and her head

lolled back as she worked the cock inside her in expert fashion. From

my sitting position I had the perfect view of her rounded bottom as

she wriggled and twisted her way towards a second climax.

“Damn! This bitch is one hot little fucker!” the big man moaned as he

pushed his face into her sweaty cleavage and began to nibble and bit

at her swollen nipples.

“Oh, fuck me, baby. Fuck me!” Corina replied through her lustful gasps

and sighs. “Do it to me…fill me….make me cummmmmmm!”

And so for the second time in the space of a half hour my wife

climaxed at the hands of another man. Mentally I berated myself. My

own cock was still hard and throbbing and I knew that this was not how

I should be feeling. Nonetheless, the only thing on my mind at that

time was seeing my wife enjoying the intimate, almost brutal,

attentions of another man.

As her trembling body writhed and twisted away, the big man lifted her

up while he was still inside her and turned around so that she was

lying on her back on the floor. His hands grasped her thighs and

roughly spread her wide as he continued to plough her vaginal passage

with his throbbing meat. Corina gasped as he rammed deeply into her

body and then suddenly stopped. I could see the contorted expression

on his face and knew that he was about to cum.

“C’mon, honey!” Corina encouraged him, let’s have all that thick cum.

I wanna see it now!”

The big guy suddenly groaned out loud and withdrew from my wife’s

sloppy pussy, his spasming cock twitched wildly in his fist as it

stood poised over her. Another gasp and the long tool belched the

first stream of cum onto her dark mound. The first burst was quickly

followed by a second and then a third as the flood gates seemed to

open. His hand worked quickly up and down his shaft as he emptied his

gunge on my wife’s body. Her fingers went to her dilated hole and I

sat astounded as she began to mop up the liquid and use it to coat her

fingers, masturbating herself quickly towards yet another quivering

orgasm.

Despite my pleading with her, in the months subsequent to this event,

Corina would hardly speak to me. She had been deeply upset by the

experience, but not directly because of what had happened. She had

revealed her true self to me and said she couldn’t live with a man

that knew that she was such a slut. I argued that surely it was I that

should make such a decision, but she was adamant. She left me soon

afterwards.

I’ve had two other wives since Corina and I eventually divorced and,

to be honest, I’ve always longed to see them with other men. My second

wife cheated on me many times but, no matter how hard I tried, I could

never actually get to see her.

And now I’m married to Julia. She’s a great wife and a huge flirt. I

know that she’s been seeing somebody – I followed her once to his

house – but as soon as she went in they pulled the drapes!

So all I’m left with now is the memory of the beautiful Corina – but

what a memory that is!

“Doin’ OK, Mom,” I replied, trying to sound cool and collected

when I was anything but. “You like to play some tennis?”

“Love to,” she replied. “Now?”

“Sure, now.”

“OK,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked to a tall chest of

drawers and picked out a pair of small white cotton panties. I’d become

aware of what undergarments she wore for what occasions and white

cotton were for sports.

Her robe was clingy, hugging her body and buttocks. I was acutely

aware of her prominent nipples and the swell of her rounded mons as she

faced my direction. Then, glancing directly at me for a moment, she turned

away and, unbelting the robe, she stepped into the panties, pulling them up

firmly into her crotch, snapping the elastic. It took no more than brief

seconds, but time seemed to slow down and she moved in slow motion.

She was standing in front of a large, south-facing slider window,

and intensely back lit. The sheerness of her robe allowed the bright sun to

highlight her body silhouette and I could see her remarkably well through

the translucent robe. I gazed in rapt awe at the long-legged outline of her

figure, the shadow of a full breast swinging forward as she bent to step into

her panties. I thought of ripe fruit.

Suddenly it was very still in the room. I think I was holding my

breath. Was she really aware of me there? Did she know what I was

seeing? I knew her as too quick and too smart to be unaware of how she

looked. Were we slowly escalating to a new level of intimacy? And if so,

could I ever acknowledge it?

As she pulled the robe away from her body for a moment, I caught

no more than a flash of one rounded hip and thigh and it thrilled me. From

a lower drawer, she pulled out a pair of white tennis shorts and employing

the same visual screen of her robe, pulled them on, again pulling them tight

into her crotch. In my mind’s eye. I could see her puffy mons

In a moment, I became aware that my dick was swelling and caught

down the leg of my shorts, feeling bent and painful. Before she looked

back, I adjusted myself.

Now what? I knew she kept her bras and shirts in the same chest of

drawers. Would she select them and go into her closet, or even into her

bathroom to don them? I watched as she picked out a brief white cotton

bra and a white T-shirt. Again, she glanced at me, and then shrugging her

shoulders as if to say, “Oh, the heck with it,” she turned away, let her robe

drop to the floor where it pooled at her feet. She quickly put her bra on,

hooking it in the back with a nimble facility that comes as the result of long

practice. Magicians, I think, have the same facility.

I saw, perhaps as never before, how narrow her waist was and how

beautifully full her hips were under her long and delicately curved back. It

was more pronounced and exaggerated by all that flesh! It took but

seconds to don her bra, but it wasn’t quick enough, for I snapped a mental

picture of a back and side view of her full breast before it disappeared. Yet

another lurch in my groin. I was a goner.

She looked back. I smiled, wanting her to know that I had seen

her, but not wanting to act snide or smart ass. “Nice,” I said.

She returned the smile and turned toward me as she was pulling the

T-shirt over her head. Again, for a brief moment, I saw her en face,

appreciating how skimpy the bra was and how much of her breast simply

appeared to ride as much above of the cup as in it.

I don’t recall who won at tennis that day. What I do recall is the

moment of watching her bend over, nude under her robe, and lifting one

foot, place it into the leg hole of those white cotton panties. Later, looking

at the panty line under her shorts, I thought to myself, “I’ve *got* to see

more of her.”

…End of the part5. 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..

Six or seven months later towards the end of fall and the beginning
of winter, I was driving on the freeway back to my apartment when I
heard a car beeping it’s horn in the lane to my right. I turned to
look only to see Kim’s smiling face looking back at me from her new
Sunbird (working for an auto company has some advantages). She waved
at me and I smiled and waved back figuring that it would be it would
be impolite to flip her the bird and mouth the phrase “Eat shit and
die bitch!”. About fifteen minutes or so after I arrived back at my
apartment the phone rang and I answered it expecting it to be for one
of my four roommates (while Kim had gone and gotten a job that paid
big bucks, I went to grad school. Big mistake). When I picked it up I
heard that oh so familiar voice, Kim.

“Hi, Dave. When I saw you on the freeway I realized that I hadn’t seen
you in a while so I thought I’d call and see how you’re doing.”

“Oh, not too bad, how about you?”

…..

This mundane sort of drivel went on for a few minutes while I was
tried to figure out what the point of all this was. Eventually the
point became that she “kinda” missed me and would I like to go out
again. Being that I was bored and had no better prospects for that
coming Saturday I said “sure thing”, and told her I would pick her up
at 7:00 and we could go out for a nice dinner. Saturday came and that
afternoon I got another phone call from Kim.

“Would it be all right if we went to my friend’s house instead of
dinner? I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“No problem.” (I was way too nice in those days).

Now I was starting to get some bad feelings about this. As they
say, it was deja vu all over again. We went to the party and the only
thing interesting that came out of it was that when I was talking to
some of Kim’s friends from college (since Kim had left me to myself
most of the night), I found out that she had seen them about as much
as she saw me. She had been a very bad girl. So far the night was a
total waste so I was hoping I could salvage something from it later on
when we got back to her apartment (her roommate was gone so I didn’t
have to worry about any interruptions). When we arrived, I turned the
lights down low, put the stereo on an appropriate station and uncorked
a bottle of wine I had brought for just this sort of situation. She
poured a couple of glasses and we sat down on the couch for what I
hoped would be some serious passion. Soon my tongue was intertwined
with hers and my fingers were doing a nimble dance across her right
breast.

“Ahh,” I thought, “just like old times”.

I managed to get her shirt untucked and started slowly sliding my
hand up the front when I felt her hand gently push mine away.

“Arrrrrrgh,” I screamed to myself, “just like old times.”

I could see that this was going nowhere fast and decided to bail
out while I still had my sanity. The whole night was a waste and now I
was pissed. I mean, I could have stayed home and watched the WWF
championship grudge match or something equally culturally
enlightening. Anything would have would have been more fun than this.

“My, look at the time. I think I better get going.”

“Wait, why are you leaving?”

“You haven’t changed at all and it will be just as much of a waste
of my time to go out with you now as it was the last time.”

She looked slightly puzzled.

“How should I change?”

With that statement I felt my evil twin stir inside me. I really
couldn’t have cared less if I ever saw this bitch again so there was
no point in being polite about it.

“You can start by taking off your shirt.”

“What!?!?!”

“Take off your shirt or I’m ‘otta here.”

“No! What do you think I am?”

“An anal retentive little bitch. But that’s beside the point. See
ya. Have a nice life.”

By that time I had my shoes tied and I headed for the door.

“Wait.”

I turned. Kim just stood there looking nervous and more that a bit
scared. I stood there, looked at her for a few seconds then raised my
eyebrows and said,

“Well?”

Slowly, she raised her had to the top button of her blouse and
unbuttoning it with exquisite slowness. She did it that way because
her hands were trembling and she was unsure of what she was doing, but
it looked like a classic strip tease. My evil twin stirred again along
with my dick (they are closely related). Now things were looking up.
Maybe this evening wouldn’t be a waste after all. She finished undoing
all the buttons and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Then she
just stood there, arms at her side holding the blouse in one hand. She
had on a plain white bra (I decided I could work on her undergarment
fashion sense later. Right now we had to get a few things straight
between us.) and that along with the tight blue jeans she was wearing
and her short haircut, she looked like she belonged in a Sears catalog
(like I said, I could work on her fashion sense later). I smiled.

“Now the bra.”

She obeyed without question, reaching behind her back to unhook it
and sliding it off over her arms and dropping it to the floor. Her
breasts were magnificent. Firm and high, a little larger that a
grapefruit with huge nipples about the size of pencil erasers. By now
I had a huge shit-eating grin on my face and the beginnings of a huge
hardon. I sat down on the couch so I could admire the view and she
asked,

“Is this what you wanted?”

She had regained some of her composure now but that vanished quickly
when I said,

“Yes, but we’re not done yet.”

“I’m not taking off any more.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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.

Why do women have 2 holes so close together?
In case you miss.

Why do women have 2 holes so close together?
So you can carry them home like a six-pack.

What do you call a female clone?
A clunt.

Why did the guy trade in his wife for an outhouse?
Because the hole was smaller and the smell was better.

Why is there a string on the end of a tampon?
So you can floss after you eat.

How does a girl hold her liquor?
By the ears!

How is a woman like a frying pan?
You have to get them hot before you put in the meat.

How is a woman like an airplane?
Both have cockpits.

How is a woman like a road?
Both have manholes.

Which of the group doesn’t belong (eggs,wife,meat,blowjob)?
A blowjob because you can beat the others but you can’t beat a blowjob

Ladies, look down inside your shirts and spell the word attic out loud.

Three mysteries of women:
1. They can give milk without eating grass.
2. They can bleed for a week every month without dying.
3. (My favorite). They can bury a bone without getting their
noses dirty.

What does a woman do to her asshole in the morning?
Sends him to work.

Your wife’s just like a rifle: First she gets cocked and then she blows.

Your wife’s just like a bowling ball: She gets picked up, fingered, thrown
in the gutter, and always comes back for more!

How many male Chauvinists does it take to clean a toilet ?????
None ! Thats womans work.

What two things in the air might get a woman pregnant?
Her feet!

If God didn’t want man to eat pussy, He wouldn’t have made it look
so much like a TACO!

What do you call a hooker with a runny nose?
FULL!!

How can you tell if you’ve been fucking your girl too much?
A: Stick your thumb in her asshole and your middle finger up her snatch,
If you can hear yourself snap your fingers, ease off a little.

How does a women get a mink coat ?
The same way mink gets a mink.

What do the two million battered wives in America all have in common?
They don’t know when the hell to shut up.

———-

A woman goes to the gynecologist with a terrible case of
crotch rot. The doctor takes one whiff & almost passes out.
“My dear,” says the Doc, “this is serious! What you need is Mega Douche!”
“Mega Douche?” says the woman, “What’s that?”
“It’s my own formula! It contains marijuana, talcum powder
& Kentucky fried chicken.”
“Why marijuana, talcum powder & fried chicken?”
“Because you wanna keep that thing high & dry & finger lickin good!”

———–

Three men were sitting on a beach; a fairly good-looking blonde walks by.
The first man says, “I give her a six”; the second, “I give her a 7″; the
third says, “She is a 1.” The other two look at him and wonder. Another
woman walks by. The first man says, “She is an 8″; the second says, “I give
her an 8+”; the third says, “She is a three.” Again the first two men wonder
about him. Then an extremely fine-looking redhead approaches. The first man
says, “She is a 10!” The second man says, “She is an 11!!” The third guy
says, “She is a six.” The other two finally look at him and say, “What is the
matter with you, man?? That redhead is perfect!! Are you weird or
something??”
“Wait a minute–you don’t understand; I use the Budweiser scale.”
“What the hell is that?”
“That’s how many clydesdales it would take to pull her off my face.”

———————————-

How A Pussy Was Made
====================

Seven Wise Men made up their minds
to build then a Pussy of their own Design.

The First was a Carpenter, full of wit,
with a Hammer and Chisel, He made the Slit.

The Second, a Blacksmith, black as coal,
with an Anvil and Sledge, He made the Hole.

The Third, a Rich Tailor, tall and thin,
with a peice of Red Ribbon, He lined it within.

The Fourth, a Furrier, big and stout,
with the Skin of a Bear, He lined it without.

The Fifth, a Fisherman, old and bent,
with a Rotten Herring, He gave it a Scent.

The Sixth, a Preacher, with a B.A. degree,
Patted it, and Felt it, and said it would Pee.

The Seventh, a Rabbi, a Mean Little Runt,
Blessed it, and F*cked it, and called it a C*nt.

—————-

This young rich man was looking for a wife, and had narrowed
his choices down to 3 women. He couldn’t make up his mind on which
one he should marry, so he tested them. He gave each women $5,000
to see what they would spend it on. The first woman went out, bought
furs and jewels, and blew all the money on herself. The second woman
put half of it in the bank, and spent the rest of it on herself. The
third woman bought herself a dress, and many, many gifts for the young
man.
Given these facts, which woman do you think the young man
married?

answer: The woman with the biggest tits, of course!

——————

Chemical Analysis

Element : Woman
Symbol : WO
Discoverer : Adam
…End of the part2. To be continued..

–

Reasons why
Beer is better than women

A frigid beer is a good beer.
After a beer, the bottle is still worth a nickle.
All you have to do to get head is undo the top and turn it upside down.
Beer always goes down. Easy.
Beer can is worth something after you’ve had it.
Beer doesn’t bother about foreplay.
Beer doesn’t care about your size.
Beer doesn’t care what position your in.
Beer doesn’t care when you come.
Beer doesn’t cry if you don’t talk to it for a week.
Beer doesn’t demand equality.
Beer doesn’t get jealous when you grab another beer.
Beer is always ready.
Beer is always wet.
Beer is never late.
Beer labels peel off without a fight.
Beer never has a headache.
Beer never talks back.
Beer stains wash out.
Beer will never have a another beer.
Beer will never leave you for a cucumber.
Beer won’t get pregnant.
Beer won’t get upset when you come home with beer on your breath.
Beer won’t mind if you fart after you’ve had it.
Beers don’t get PMS.
Beers don’t get fat.
Beers don’t get headaches.
Beers don’t have cellulite.
Beers don’t have periods.
Beers don’t have teeth.
Beers don’t leave wet patches in the bed.
Beers don’t mind if you don’t stay up all night.
Beers don’t nag.
Beers don’t want equal rights.
Beers don,t have mother-in-laws.
Beers improve with age.
Beers never leave pubes in your throat.
Hangovers go away.
Having a Beer won’t give you a sore back.
If you change beers, you dont have to pay alimony.
If you go to a bar you’ll definately be able to get a Beer.
If you pour a beer right, you’ll get good head.
When a beer goes flat, you toss it.
When you go to a bar, you know you can always pick up a beer.
When you open a beer you know your the first and only one to have it.
You can carry half-dozen Beers in one hand with little fuss.
You can enjoy a beer all month long.
You can have a Beer cold.
You can have a Beer in public.
You can have as many Beers as you want and they won’t get jealous.
You can have more than one beer a night and not feel guity about it.
You can piss and have a Beer at the same time.
You can share a beer with a friend and it doesn’t care.
You can’t catch syphillis from a Beer.
You don’t have to chat a Beer up before you have it.
You don’t have to wash a Beer before it tastes good.
You don’t have to wine and dine a beer.
You don’t need to dress up to pick up some beers.
You never find a med in your beer.
You never have to wait for a Beers nails to dry.
Your beer will always wait patiently for you, in the car, while you play a sport.

–

“You should see those people out there! You’d think I was running was
a whore house or something.” Don said to his wife as he brought a tray
of dirty dishes into the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Kathy asked.
“You know that girl who’s always showing off to the guys?”
“She at it again?”
“No, it’s worse!”
“What’s she doing this time?”
“You won’t believe me, so you better take a look for yourself.”
“Let me finish cleaning this pot first.” Kathy told her husband. “You
know, sometimes I think you’re just a horny old goat who’d like to get
into her pants. The poor girl just likes to have fun, and since her
husband doesn’t mind, I don’t understand why you always have to make a
big deal out everything she does.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, wait till you see what that poor girl of yours is
doing this time!”
Unknown to Don, Kathy was envious of Mary’s looks, body, youth, and
the steady fucking she knew the blonde was getting. Kathy, on the other
hand, had to masturbate for her sexual relief because Don was always too
busy with their tavern. Even at fifty years old, Kathy was still in
pretty good shape and had received many offers from the men who came in.
Since she felt it would be wrong to cheat on her husband, she turned
them all down and masturbated instead. In fact, it was the blonde’s
husband who really got her hooked on masturbating.
Jack had been trying to talk her into going to bed with him for some
time, but Kathy just considered his advances nothing more than friendly
flirting, albeit a little crude at times. About a year ago, when the
place was empty, he came in and started making a play for her again. As
usual, Kathy politely turned him down. Jack finished his beer and just
before leaving, he handed her a box, saying that until she changed her
mind it was something to remember him by.
After he was gone, Kathy opened the package, expecting to find a long
stem rose or type of flower. What she found was anything but flowers,
and she started to laugh. Jack had given her a dildo! She heard of
these, but never actually saw one before. It was two feet long, and each
end of the flexible rubber shaft was molded to look like the head of a
man’s prick. Kathy wondered about its unusual size and shape. The naive
woman was confused. There was no way she could possibly get both ends of
the thing in her at once, so why did it have two dick heads?
Kathy put the dildo to good use though. She quickly became experienced
at using it, and after only a few days was addicted to masturbating with
it. For the first time in her life she could have a hard dick in pussy
for as long and as many times as she wanted it. She even stopped
bothering Don about having sex altogether. He didn’t seem to mind,
because their constant bickering with one another had ceased, and Kathy
was in a better mood.

Jack kept talking to Bob, knowing that if he didn’t and things got
quiet, Sue would move her hand away from Mary’s pussy. While pretending
to be interested in what Bob was saying, Jack put his hand back under
the table and searched for Sue’s. Both women stiffened when they felt
his fingers. Bob rambled on about his favorite subject while, right
across from him, his wife and Jack were rubbing Mary’s pussy.
“Oh!” Mary sighed loudly when Jack’s finger plunged into her wet slit
and he wiggled it around. “That’s right, and if you don’t get the hook
set just…” Bob continued, as if Mary was suddenly interested in
fishing.
Sue had to stifle a giggle at her husband’s ignorance. With all the
wine, plus the outrageous things the three of them were doing, a crazy
idea popped into Sue’s head. Moving her fingers above Jack’s, Sue parted
the slippery lips of Mary’s pussy and began stroking her clit with the
tip of her fingernail. Another sigh came from Mary, but Bob kept right
on talking. Sue then squeezed her hand around Mary’s entire vulva,
leaving only a small puffy opening so Jack could continue to finger-fuck
his wife.
Mary bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as Jack and Sue
played with her cunt under the table. The blonde had done some pretty
bizarre things since marrying Jack, but they had never anything in
public. Mary knew that most of the people in town thought she was a
flake and a tease. This was okay though, because she thought most of
them were boring. She wondered what people would say if they ever found
out that their recently elected Mayor’s wife liked playing with another
woman’s pussy.
Mary slowly began clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks, causing
her pussy to move up and down slightly. Jack shoved another finger
inside her and spread her pussy open. Sue released her grip from around
Jack’s fingers, and then slid her middle one between his. At the same
time, they both pushed the digits into his wife’s dripping hole. Mary
lost control, doubling over as though she had severe cramp in her
stomach.
“Are you all right, Mary?” Bob asked.
“I’m… okay.” the trembling girl barely managed to say.
“Why don’t we go to the ladies room, honey.” Sue said as she stood up.
Jack looked past his wife and said, “You’ll make sure she’s feeling
better before she comes… back, right Sue?”
“Don’t worry, she’ll feel a lot better by the time we come… back.”
As the two women went to the ladies bathroom, Bob noticed a big wet
spot in the seat of Mary’s pink dress and made a comment to Jack about
it.
“She’s got female problems… can’t control her water very well.” Jack
said convincingly, but knowing full well the stain was there because
Mary’s pussy flowed juice easier than any woman he know of.

Out on the dance floor, it looked like Janice and Melisa had started a
…End of the part2. To be continued..