Here's a pic of a Thai slut I enjoyed on one of my recent Bangkok trips. She had a fantastically rounded ass and some great nipples. Quite the enthusiastic cock sucker too, and insisted I let her suck my cock right in that hotel window overlooking downtown Bangkok.

DEFINITELY ENTHUSIASTIC

A little while ago Daddy decided it was time for some new pictures of his little girl, but He couldn’t decide what He wanted the focus of them to be. He helped me get all dressed up in my school girl outfit and Mommy did my hair and makeup so I could be pretty for Daddy. He and i killed some time snuggling on my bed and replied to a few messages. I was snuggled up with Daddy’s old teddy bear too. Daddy remembered how jealous i was that my big sis got to pose with Teddy so he asked if i wanted to take some pictures with him too. We took a couple of me sitting with Teddy, and then Daddy had to leave the room for a bit to take care of something for Mommy.

When Daddy came back he opened the door to the sight of both Teddy and Whiskers (my kitty) ganging up on me. Teddy was face down between my breasts and Whiskers had his nose in my pussy. Daddy laughed at me and called me a silly kitten. Knowing this had been a fantasy of mine he pulled the camera back out and started to take photos as Teddy and Whiskers continued to have their way with me…

Whiskers pulled his nose out of my pussy and went over to my hiding spot for the special toys Daddy gets for me and pulled out one of my glass toys. He slid the toy into me slowly and began to fuck me with it. Although whiskers had seen me play with the toys from Daddy before, he had never been so naughty as to try and use them on me... It felt so good… While Whiskers was sliding the glass dildo in and out of my tight little pussy Teddy kept himself busy sucking on my nipples and fondling my breasts. If I had to guess I’m sure Teddy put Whiskers up to this, Whisker’s has never been this forward… Teddy has seen a lot over the years and has absolutely no shame.

The two of them switched places and Teddy showed off his huge purple cock, you wouldn’t think a teddy bear his size could have such a giant dick… His cock is girthy and veiny and just the right length, perfect for a good hard fucking. Teddy fucked me harder and harder while Whiskers demonstrated some of his tongue work on my nipples.

Teddy had a good long time with me, but Daddy decided it was his turn so Teddy joined Whiskers up at my breasts and they each took to licking, and nibbling one with a passion. Daddy moved between my legs and started teasing my slit with his hard cock to get it all wet with my juices. When Daddy’s cock was as soaked as my pussy he started slowly easing it in. Once the head of Daddy’s cock cleared the threshold he shoved the rest in so fast he landed square on my cervix and made me gasp. It felt amazing….

Daddy pounded my little cunt for a long while like that and suddenly pulled out so He could regain control. He made me stand up on the bed against the wall and then lay down on the bed under me so He could be a little pervert looking up my schoolgirl’s skirt and playing with himself. When Daddy was fully satisfied with his view he had me lay down. Daddy started to undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt one at a time while whispering naughty things to me, encouraging me to play with and fondle my wet little hole and clit... I play with myself for Daddy until i’m on the edge of cumming and He tells me to stop.

After Daddy told me to stop he ordered me to clean my fingers off… I enthusiastically licked and sucked all of my juices from my fingers. When i was done He had me pinch and pull on my nipples and as i did so Daddy stuck his cock next to my face and made me start licking and sucking on it. I got Daddy to the edge of releasing into my mouth and then he pulled away. I pouted in disappointment as i love the way Daddy’s juices taste on my tongue… I sat up and cuddled with Whiskers for a bit, but the wily kitty wormed and kissed his way down my body until i was sitting on his face. Daddy let Whiskers lick me for a while, and then pushed me back down on the bed and pounded my pussy until we blissfully climaxed together. As i am laying there floating in pleasure and full of Daddy’s cum Teddy crawls over my body and licks my cunt clean of both of our juices…

*I am actually over 18, and those are not pets, but stuffed animals in the story.

just saw Project X and goddamn what a dumb twitter fed #YOLO enthusiast piece of shit movie. it's like what middle school kids think high school is like, what high school kids think college is like, and what college and adults KNOW life isn't like.

and btw FUCK michelle obama. i use a SDTV cause HDTVs are a trendy gimmick deployed to the stupid shits who think "Blu Ray" is different than dvds.
Betamax video + Toshiba tube spam > Blu Ray + Vizio faggotry

I confess I crushed a box lying near a shopping mall's entrance by stepping on the box & after crushing the box I yelled out enthusiastically "I crushed a box"

So I'm rather enthusiastic at making comments on images, every few days logging in to enjoy the new uploads & dish out my two cents on them. I get pretty detailed & creative, however never going to the super degrading/death/gore/torture related comments & the like, as I don't even personally find those appealing. I do have a decent amount of uploads myself but I enjoy commenting more on others than showcasing my own content.

So earlier today I was on & made around 6-7 new comments to some of today's popular images....
I've just logged in again tonight & have noticed ALL COMMENTS that I have ever made o this site have been deleted.

None from today, last week, last month, last year, & so on.

They are all gone & I've even got some pm's from members asking as to what happened to my comments on their uploads. Is this some sort of bug? Because the only evidence that remains of some of my comments is in my shoutbox (& those are just today's comments that I made), despite they actually are no long exist on any actual image upload chat box.

Rather a big bummer really because of the thought/creativity that I generally put into my comments.
So yeah does anyone have a clue? Thanks.

I'm nearly 60 and have enjoyed 30 years of paid sex with some really memorable occasions. Unlike many other guys who have satisfying sex lives with partners or girlfriends I have had to pay, but I have used the opportunity to have sex with attractive young women that I would never have been able to enjoy any other way. I'm always after the elusive girlfriend experience, however but treat girls well and have often been very pleased with the outcome.

A bit of history: Back in 2010 I used the Adultwork website to meet up with a beautiful 19yo photographic model model (we'll call her Clare) who also liked to offer extras. After a very successful sexual encounter I told her I enjoyed gangbangs. "What's a gangbang?" she asked! Well I didn't just tell her, I felt obliged to educate her properly and organised one with myself and 3 other middle aged guys. She and we loved it and she held several with other organisers before at Christmas 2011 I suggested another new experience, a visit to a well known naturist/swinging club. Let's call it Oreos.

All organised, several guys and her met at a pub before going the club. At reception, however she was turned away. We hadn't realised they had a 21yo age limit and she was 4 days short of her birthday. Fortunately one of the guys had a hotel room so we were still able to party but this was always the special event that didn't happen.

Soon after that Clare started a relationship and stopped working. She became pregnant and had three children. She left a lot of punters bereft, we wished her well but she had been one of the most enthusiastic and lovely amateur hookers, with a genuine fondness for older men and a strong exhibitionist streak and sense of fun.

I could never get over the missed event however and kept trying to arrange it with other girls. In the end I advertised a reverse booking on Adultwork and my very cheap offer of £100 for 'at least two hours' at the club was accepted by a girl calling herself Lush Companion. She was delightful, half Philipino, petite and sweet. We stayed the whole evening and I had a great time. We treated two guys to joining us in a private room although they only got to watch us and be wanked off by her.

Earlier this year, I heard rumours that Clare was working again and established email contact. In a racy chat session she let on that she felt occasionally stifled by motherhood and craved the attention she used to command from guys. She also wanted to prove she was as tight and passionate as before she delivered her babies vaginally. She was proud that her figure was almost as slim and firm as before.

We arranged to do the Oreos visit nearly five years after the first time. She would travel from home in Birmingham to Bristol, I would pay her travel expenses, plus £60/hour for two hours and would try and arrange a couple of other guys to increase her income and make up more of a party.

I advertised on Craiglist for single guys to "share an 25yo slim amateur hooker at Oreos" and when I had a disappointing response, advertised for couples as well. I did have about 2 guys and 2 couples expressing an intention to attend and participate. As it turned out nobody from Craigslist or any of my usual gangbang circulation list turned up (Losers) but we had a ball anyway.

When Clare's train arrived I was delighted to discover she was just as pretty and slim as I remembered and just as friendly and up for it. She looked stunning in the nude at Oreo's and I enjoyed a shower with her as she experienced some initial embarrassment.

Clare was only shy for about ten minutes and then realised that there were worse fates than being fancied by 20-30 blokes. She really entered into the swinging spirit. We fooled around in the Jacuzzi, were joined by a black couple who were very naughty with each other underwater. The woman, Kate, said she wanted to lick Clare out so we went to the largest of the private rooms. I could tell that Clare was really getting off on the very polite but obvious attention from guy in particular one and feeling magnanimous to both Clare and the guy said Puss could do whatever she wanted and she asked the very 'buff' and extremely nice guy, John, if he wanted to join us to 'help use up a bottle of baby oil'.

In the private room I french kissed Clare and slathered her slim torso and pussy with oil while Clare wanked John. She then sucked him while the Kate licked Clare out and fingered Clare's pale pink pussy with her brown fingers and crimson nails whilst declaring that "Oh my god you have most gorgeous pussy (True) and you taste so good". While she did that her partner fucked her in doggy with his stereotypically large cock.

Then I said it was Ok, so John found himself fucking Clare but forbidden to cum. He and I took her in turns and in several position before he came on her smooth belly. As the client, I reckoned I would finish the session by coming inside her. OMG that was lovely. Winston was fiddling with her anus and my balls which I quite enjoyed but Clare didn't appreciate!

Winston was pissed because Clare wouldn't let him fuck her "You'd split me open" she said, which seemed unlikely seeing as she had delivered several babies, but she was still very tight and I gather she had had a bad experience with a BBC in the past. Absolutely her call, after all, I was the only one paying!

After the joint session in the private room John had to leave. He had a huge grin and still couldn't believe his luck having had Clare choose him and me telling him he couldn't come until I said so!

With only 45 minutes until we had to catch the train, I had a second wind and having asked Clare just for a cuddle, we had a very sweet spoons and cowgirl quickie session in a clean private room, by ourselves (I'm afraid we left the other one with soggy towels and pools of oil and worse. Disgraceful!).

Well, after two and half hours in total at the club we ran out laughing into the street and hailed a taxi, getting her to the station just 5 minutes before her train. I don't know how many times she came over the evening. I managed more than I thought I was capable of and the subsequent Viagra headache was just mild enough for me to bask in the afterglow.

I won't forget this amazing experience for a long time. It hugely exceeded already high expectations, mostly because of a wonderful girl and a very good vibe at the club.

It cost me £140 for her (all I could afford), £15 entrance (special offer for couples on Tuesday), £30 in cabs, £40 for her train fare. This is twice as much as I've ever spent on a punt. Would have got 4 half hour sessions with my hometown regular - but what an experience!

She and I have exchanged texts and emails over the subsequent 24 hours. It is abundantly clear that she really enjoyed it. I'm so glad.

Details have been changed to protect the guilty but this actually happened last night 3rd June. I know - I was there !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She has become a BBC Enthusiast

My Son’s Girlfriend at http://readyourporn.tumblr.com

When my family moved, No one knew the layout of the new house. We’d wander the dark halls those first few weeks, stumbling into the linen closet looking for the bathroom or the guest bedroom for the main. It was easy to get lost.

That’s why this story is complicated.

The house was just an hour north and our old house was still on the market. We moved to get closer to my son’s college, and my wife (his mother) and I agreed it’d be cheaper than paying for a dorm, meal plan, and all the others bloated expenses of an already enormous tuition.

But our son was in love.

With this beautiful curvy brunette, Cecily. An Italian-American. She looked it, but I got real confirmation when she wore these green booty shorts that stretched Italia across her ass. She could touch her nose to her knees when she stretched and was happy to show everyone her flexibility. She was a yoga enthusiast, cheerleader, high jumper, guitarist, and Hooters girl. I didn’t know that last part until I went in with a coworker after a hard day and she served us. She acknowledged me like I was any other customer and I made no mention of it to my coworker, who kept her around as much as possible with refills and innocent flirting. She acted happy to stick around and regular customers, like my buddy, knew the unspoken rule of tipping that was $10 for every hour spent there. He tipped $50. I just did the usual 20%. My receipt got a winky face. His didn’t.

“She must’ve mixed us up,” he concluded.

Sometimes she’d call the house and I’d answer and she’d launch into talking about her day because my son and I sounded pretty similar.

Regardless, she was hot. And I didn’t mind her in the backseat of the car as we drove up to the new house. We had hired movers to get the major stuff like dresser drawers, beds, washing machine, etc, but our personal stuff we decided to take ourselves and that meant extra trips. We’d take Cecily home on our next trip for the final boxes. She was going to the community college in the other town, which broke our son’s heart.

His mother and I also knew that by inviting his girlfriend to the new house, they’d christen the bed with their young love. We were okay with pretending that wasn’t happening.

We got to the new house and ordered Chinese for dinner and ate on the floor because the table had broken during the move and we ordered a new one but it wasn’t here yet. We were all on the floor. Cecily’s legs were spread casually and I could see a bit of frilly panties on the inside of her shorts. Since they’d been dating, my wife and I had reunited our passions. For me, I was teased by Cecily’s outfits and body and even face. She was fun enough to listen to as she had a real passion for music, classics that I’d listened to in high school, so I’d have the occasional conversation with her about it. And I couldn’t act on that. She was 18. But it still got me going so I’d go into the bedroom and enjoy my wife, who was definitely an older version of Cecily. Easily tanned, dark hair, a curvy body that sagged a little with age but still attractive but so familiar that it wasn’t still exciting.

I don’t know why my wife was so into it lately.

Maybe she had an attraction to the girl too, wishful thinking surely, but it seemed like she was in the mood most often after catching the kids making out or even fooling around once. I swear I didn’t peek, but Cecily had our son’s cock in her mouth, and we started doing it to drown out the sucking sound Cecily was making.

It was pretty late and storming.

Then the power went out.

We lit candles and it wasn’t a huge deal as it’d been a long day of packing and moving boxes and it was bedtime anyway so we didn’t need a lot of light.

We wandered the upstairs halls in the dark to find our rooms and we each had to stare at the unfurnished, undecorated rooms to make sure they were the right ones. It was hard to tell in the dark. My wife and I went to our room. Cecily went to the guest room. Our son went to his room. We knew that wouldn’t last.

Well my wife was in the mood. Me too. I checked the end table for condoms before starting and…

They were packed away somewhere.

“Fuck,” I said.

I put on my shirt and had on boxers still and hoped the dark would hide the slobbering boner. I think it did because I passed my son on the way to the bathroom and he didn’t say anything.

I checked the downstairs drawers, the boxes, everywhere I could think I might’ve stashed them. But I’d been gone 10 minutes and I couldn’t wait and we’d just be extra careful about pulling out tonight. It’d be fine.

Back upstairs, I couldn’t remember which was my room. I thought I did but all the doors looked the same and it was either the one on the left or the one on the right and I put my ear to the left and heard the moaning of youthful experimentation and pleasure, extreme pleasure actually, “More! Oh yeah. You’re so good tonight,” and so on.

So I went into the dark room on the right. Just a bed and a silhouette lady ripe for the taking, already spreading her legs, moaning softly.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed. I was on my knees, licking her. She had shaved. Normally my wife was a little hairy and there was something about the smooth vag that was especially nice tonight. I’d always heard that food can change the flavor and my wife had been on a fruit diet lately so that must’ve been why it was delicious and I couldn’t stop myself from partaking. Normally it was just warm up. Lubrication (before the real lube). But tonight I only wanted to feast on this pussy till her fingers gripped my hair and pulled me her way. She made me kiss her. Slipped her tongue in. She grabbed my ass. She lined up my cock then moaned into my mouth as I penetrated that wet, warm pussy. It was so tight tonight. Her body felt so good. I fucked her till the pushed me aside then switched up our positions so she was on all fours, doggy style, usually an anniversary treat for us. I fucked her hard. Her tits swung. I reached around to finger her clit, tease her nipples, she sucked my fingers. Told me to pull her hair. Her ass felt so firm and I teased the anus with my thumb till she begged me to stick it in.

She was really into it tonight. More than I think ever before. Like it was the best lay ever. It was for me. In all our time together, she seemed more wild than ever. Ready to please. Try anything. She collapsed to her belly so her large tits smashed into the covers and she only moaned and begged into the pillows.

I’d definitely made her cum already from the fucking, maybe twice as I got so lost in my own pleasure to completely notice her signs, but I was about to cum. I moaned it into her ear and she breathlessly said “Face. Please. I’m yours. Mark me.”

So kinky tonight.

So I pulled out and she got on her knees by the bed and stroked and sucked me. She never sucked her pussy juices off me! But I guess a great fuck deserves a reward. A kinky fantasy. I was about to cum so I grabbed my cock and aimed for the silhouette.

The lights came on.

Cecily has a black sun tattoo outlining her left nipple.

I didn’t know that till that night.

Her eyes were shut so the cum didn’t get into them. And I was right there, right at the edge, couldn’t stop if my mother had walked in, so I just shot thick ropes of cum across her beautiful young face.

She kept her eyes shut, giggling, sucking at my tip.

I grabbed my clothes and left for the downstairs to let my heart settle. How would the shit hit the fan? It wasn’t my fault! I thought I’d been fucking my wife! It was the new house.

I heard a door and I went upstairs. It was my son coming out of the bathroom. With the lights on we could see each other and it was awkward. I was awkward for obvious reasons. Maybe he was awkward from seeing I was still pitching a tent in my boxers after fucking his hot girlfriend. But he didn’t know that. He wasn’t even really looking my way, so we just passed each other wordlessly.

I went into the bedroom, my bedroom, with my lovely wife on the bed, naked, as up as if still waiting. I got into bed with her, not wanting to let on that I’d already been satiated. I’d have to keep fucking and honestly, I thought I could thanks to the fulfilled fantasy of Cecily.

“Oh you want even more?” she said.

And I ignored her as I was lost in my head, in panic.

She was really into it too, moving her ass towards me so there was a loud smack that jiggled those cheeks every time I pressed deep into her. But slowly she realized I wasn’t on top of the game. “You seemed so eager before,” she said. “Don’t worry. Just let me do it this time,” she said and got on top of me and rode me reverse cowgirl so I could see her ass bouncing and I rubbed my thumb against her anus but she said, “Maybe I’ll let you next time.” It’d felt so nice sticking it in Cecily’s…

My wife never found out. Maybe Cecily and my son did because they broke up shortly after. He broke up with her. It made the trip taking her home even worse.

But to fill his time and loneliness, I guess my son needed someone so he got a lot closer to his mom. She laughed about how much of a sweet mama’s boy he was being suddenly but she took it as flattery that she could replace Cecily.

(hopefully you notice the plot twist)

This is a CONSENSUAL non consent story. Both parties consented to what really happened.

She responded to a post of mine, looking for a woman for some CNC. We chatted for a few days and then we made up to meet in a public park. She wasn’t happy with how vanilla her SO was and she said that she NEEDED to be taken by force. I told her that when we meet, she shouldn’t be wearing any underwear or a bra.

As soon as we meet, she followed me to my van, yes my van. I am a vanlifer and live in my van.
We drove to a park overlooking the river, and spoke for a short amount of time to ensure that she was consenting to this and wanted me to go further. In the meantime, I put leather cuffs on her wrists and slipped her dress off of her shoulder so I could begin to play with her perfectly sized tits. She begged me to take her into the back of the van and have my way with her, soo

I dragged her by her hair into the back of the van, had her get on her knees and start sucking my cock. She is an enthusiastic cocksucker but we weren’t there to be gentle, so i grabbed her by the side of her head and began to roughly face fuck her. She was gagging on my cock, barely keeping herself from puking but it was plain to see that she was enjoying it and I definitely enjoyed looking down, seeing the look in her eyes and hearing the sounds of her going down on me.
I dragged her up on the bed, and started to spread her legs. She resisted, so i forced her legs apart, and began to finger her wet pussy. I whispered into her ears that her wetness was betraying her true feelings. I managed to get 3 fingers in her pussy and a forth finger up her ass before she begged for permission to cum.

I dragged her into a seated position and added a chest harness so that my rope was squeezing her beautiful tits, making them stick out and “call” to be sucked on and bitten by me.
We spent about two hours with me alternating between abusing her tits and abusing her other holes before it was times to cleanup and take her home.

This entire time, we could hear other visitors to the park, arriving and getting out of their cars and I repeatedly had to cover her mouth so we wouldn’t be discovered. I had found a great slut to play with.

My sister got knocked up and thought she was in love with this guy and a couple months later it was over. I broke up with my ex a few months ago so I had extra space at my place and let my sister crash with me.

All she wears around the house are panties and tshirts without a bra. Its been driving me insane seeing her sexy ass in those panties and her nipples poking through her shirt. I havent really been into pregnant chicks before but its starting to turn me on.

Ive wanted pics of her to jerk off to but all Ive had is the mental images. Ive been wrapping my cock with her panties and jerking off into them, found her toys that have been freshly used, and can hear her sometimes using them through the wall from my room if I am really quiet.

Well the other day she actually posted this pic to show her progress wearing exactly what she does all day every day. I was jerking off to it the other day when I thought she had gone out. When I was about to finish I put the laptop on the ottoman and was moaning her name.

She heard my name and came into the living room as I was cumming. As she came around the corner she stared to say "Did you say my na..."

Just just froze when she saw me cumming. Saw her picture full screen on my computer. And knew I was saying her name. I was shocked and couldnt manage to say anything, I couldnt even try to cover up.

She just smiled, giggled a little, and went back into her room.

I dont think either one of us came out of our rooms that night.

The next morning I woke up late to this text:

"Im sorry I interrupted you last night but Im glad you think Im sexy even though Im pregnant. If you would like you can come in my room and do anything you want to me. I was thinking about it all night trying to justify it was for you letting me stay here but I woke up this morning hornier than ever and I think its really because I think its hot my big brother thinks Im sexy.

Lets just say I have never gotten out of bed so fast. We fucked all day and we cant stop. I am into a lot of kinky things (there arent a whole lot of things on this site I dont like) and my sister is very open to trying anything I want and even seems enthusiastic about it.

Once I get my pregnant sister's picture of her wearing a strapon I will post it...

OK all of you awesome porn enthusiasts! Is there anyone out there who can tell me who this woman is?? Appreciate it!!

I'd love to find a submissive or a switch man who's into as many kinky and messed up things as i am. I'd really love to meet someone into public and outdoor play as much as I am, too. A cute man who'll jerk off when I order him to, or let me tease and play with his cock when we're out on a date. A man who'll enthusiastically wear skirts at home for me to grope him under or tease his cock through. To see a sexy bulge under a pencil skirt gets me so wet 💦 But who also doesn't mind me dressing hyper feminine and adorable even if I'm being a horny little menace.

I was invited to a party last weekend at a friend of a friends house. I went thinking that I might meet some new people. I wore yoga pants and a sweater with a bra that showed plenty of cleavage and 4" heels. At the party there were two black guys (40ish) who showed me a lot of attention. We talked and laughed about many things; and, there was the usual touching of arm, shoulder, back, and occasional brushing of hip and ass that falls short of groping and I don't object to. Anyway, the party was kind of dull and one of the black guys (Marc) commented that the party needed a strong dose of weed. I laughed and agreed maybe too enthusiastically. So they started talking about weed, saying that they grow it in their basements and that its really good stuff. They said they used black magic, which I thought was a joke, and laughed not knowing that its some kind of fertilizer. People were arriving and leaving to go elsewhere; and the other black guy (Thomas) asked if I wanted to come over and try some of his weed. He seemed like a decent guy; but,, I asked where he lived because I didn't want to go to a seedy part of town. It was in a decent neighborhood so I accepted. I didn't want it to look like we were leaving together so I suggest they leave and that I would follow 10 minutes later. When, I left, Marc came over to my car and said he would ride with me and show me the way.

Thomas had an average size 3 bedroom house and offered me a glass of wine when we arrived. Then he brought-out a plastic bag full of weed and a couple of pipes. He packed and lit one and passed it to me. I took a short drag and it was strong and good. The second drag was longer and made me feel very comfortable. He lit the second pipe and passed it to Marc. We sat on the couch passing the pipes between us. Of course, I was in the middle so I got more than they did. We laughed and talked and their hands found my thighs and brushed my boobs as they passed the pipes. The talk gravitated towards sex and they complimented me on my hair and boobs asking me if they were real. I said they were and Marc squeezed one to check it out. I didn't object so Thomas squeezed the other one. Both were caressing my thighs with one hand and feeling my boobs with the other hand when not holding a pipe. Weed always makes me horny and the caressing was making me feel it. One would kiss me on the lips while the other would lift my boob from my sweater and bra and suck on my nipple. Then the hands on my thighs moved to rub my pussy. Soon, they lifted my sweater over my head and I reached back to unhook and remove my bra. The hands returned to knead and squeeze. Then a hand went into my pants under my panties and a finger penetrated my pussy. I stuck my tongue in the mouth that was kissing me, lifted my ass, and started to pull my pants down. They helped me remove them along with my panties. Then they pulled their pants down to expose their rigid cocks. I took a long drag on a pipe and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Then I went down on Marc's cock. I licked and sucked on it with all the enthusiasm of the cock worshiper that I am. Sucking cock is something I really enjoy and I always try to be the best at it. Thomas was doing an excellent job on my pussy with his mouth and fingers bringing me close to an orgasm. Then we switched so I was sucking Thomas and Marc was playing with my pussy. Then we went to one of the bedrooms and Thomas got between my legs and started fucking me. Marc knelt next to my head and put his cock in my mouth. Thomas fucked me in different positions until I had an orgasm. When he was ready I told him to do it in my mouth and I swallowed his cum. Men usually get turned on when I do that and Marc immediately got between my legs and started fucking me with a fury. He was slapping my ass and brought me to another orgasm. He kept going until I had a third before he came in my mouth. Then we took a break to have a drink and smoke more weed. Marc asked me if I did anal and said that would be next. They both fucked my ass and then dped me. They gave me 6-7 orgasm that night before I passed out. I woke up the next morning in-between them. During breakfast, we exchanged contact information and I went home feeling fulfilled. :)

This is not a confession, as much as it is a question.

I am in my 40s, divorced, and I am living a pretty quiet life. In a way, I gave up on women, so I would hire a hooker once or twice a month, but that is it.

I have this neighbor, few years younger than me, that I always fancied, but never thought I had any chance with her. She is a divorcee as well, but way too hot for me. Tall, brunette, she even did modeling before she got married, so, you can understand why I never tried anything.

Long story short, we accidentally saw each other in a near by caffe, where I go on the weekends, she greeted me, and we started talking. People who are alone, find great pleasure in conversation, so we connected on similar interest, regarding movies and tv shows, and started seeing each other, to watch this one show together, then another and so on...

This turned into a full on habit, of being together two or three nights a week, watching tv, drinking wine etc.

I felt some signals, but I didnt wanna ruin anything, since I was convinced it is all in my head. It wasnt. One night, she kissed me, and I went for it, but she was reluctant in a way, when I reached down her pants. She did give me a blow job.

Now comes the strange part. This has been going on for a while, every third, forth or sixth time we see each other, the night would end the same way. I never know when, and I never know if will it happen, but this has been going on since last summer.

And she is so enthusiastic, never gets undressed, but she sucks with passion, even moans. I started cumming on her face, and she is all smiley and goofy about it. She definitely enjoys it.

But each time, I go for more, I get rejected.

Did anyone, ever have such an experience? Am I doing anything wrong?

S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

So, I told her, "If there can be hand and foot models, why can't there be cock models?"

Her response was less than enthusiastic.

I’ve been sitting on this story for almost a month, but it’s one far too good to keep to myself – so, here goes.

I’ve written here a couple of times about Tildie, a 50ish divorcee who LOVES to suck cock and insists we role-play as daddy / daughter while she does it. Our last encounter was in July 2024 – an adult theater visit where she’d sucked off three guys and subsequently got fucked by one of them who had a massively thick dick -- and I’d pretty much written her off since I hadn’t heard from her since that night. I knew she’d lost her sales job and was feeling depressed, so I let it go.

Lo and behold, she texted me out of the blue in early March with the message, “I need to suck cock, daddy.” After a few back-and-forth messages, we settled on the evening of March 12 (2025), when my wife would be out of town. After hoping she’d consent to joining me at the local swingers’ motel, we instead settled on the same adult theater that we’d visited the previous summer.

After paying the entry fee, we headed upstairs. It’s an adult “toy” store on the main floor, with private viewing booths in back, but the second floor has a large central foyer with access to five separate mini-theaters, each showing various genres of porn on big screens. The place attracts nearly an entirely male clientele; a visiting mixed couple is a rarity, who often cruise through quickly and then leave. That doesn't prevent straight guys like me, though, from going there in hopes of seeing another couple in action. Midweek (this was a Wednesday) can be a bit sparse, attendance-wise, so I took the liberty of placing an ad on our local DL forum to gin up interest. I held off disclosing the date, time and location until I knew whoever answered my ad wasn’t a total weirdo. Tildie had no idea I’d placed the ad, and I made sure the invitees knew not to spill the beans, but I wanted to make sure she had plenty of cock-sucking targets. I ended up divulging the details to seven guys, six of whom ultimately showed up.

Tildie is a self-described BBW, but she’s pretty firm for a 50-something woman with two kids – big tits (38D) and a big ass, but not “sloppy fat.” She wore black yoga pants (no panties), a black lacy front-hook bra, and a shiny silver sweatshirt. I had on my usual arcade outfit – black sweatpants, sneakers, and a long-sleeve gym shirt (no underwear).

We cruised through the various theaters for a bit, looking for a place to settle. There were two guys hanging out upstairs, and they casually followed us to the theater playing some heterosexual porn. It’s a room about 12 by 15 feet, with chairs placed haphazardly in various parts of the theater. They’re sturdy metal – some seat two people, others just one – with open-weave seats, sort of like what you’d see on a balcony or patio. They’re not particularly comfortable, but they serve their purpose and clean up easily.

We parked ourselves in a two-seater, off to one side and about halfway back from the giant screen in front of the room. Tildie immediately beckoned to one of the guys and asked him outright if he wanted her to suck his cock. He immediately agreed, stepped in front of her, and dropped his trousers to reveal an average-sized cock already fully erect. I suggested he must have been playing “pocket pool” in advance, but Tildie simply said, “Shush, daddy,” and leaned forward to wrap her lips around his cock. She’s clearly an expert at her craft and uses her hand and mouth in a perfect combination of teasing, fondling and sucking. Guy No. 1 didn’t last very long – I’d guess, maybe three minutes – and he started to back away as he began to ejaculate. I said, “No. She wants to swallow the whole load,” so he remained in place as she leaned forward and sucked him dry.

By this time, four more guys had shown up. I’m guessing at least a couple were there thanks to my ad, because they had their cocks out and ready. Tildie took on the next one, a medium-sized Hispanic guy who was probably in his early 30s. He lasted a bit longer, and Tildie really worked up a sweat before completely draining his balls. I handed her the bottle of water I’d brought with me, and she took a few sips to wash down the cum she’d just had in her mouth. “Fuck, it’s getting hot in here,” she exclaimed, tendrils of her hair plastered to the sides of her flushed, overheated face. “You should take off your sweatshirt,” I suggested helpfully, and she stood up to strip it off, revealing her well-packed black lace bra.

She motioned for Guy No. 3, an older while gentleman, to take the seat she’d just vacated, and I moved out of the way to give him room to plop down after dropping his trousers to his ankles. Tildie got on her knees in front of him and started to suck, having first pulled down her bra to expose her well-rounded breasts. She reached out to him and placed his hands on her tits, and he was soon tugging away at her distended nipples as she masterfully blew him. Halfway to completion, she said to me, “Rub my pussy, daddy.” So, I got down on the floor with her and worked her yoga pants down past her hips, so they hung at the mid-thigh level. I reached in from behind and felt her extremely wet crotch, pussy lips coated with her juices and her hole ready for penetration. I proceeded to finger-fuck her enthusiastically with one hand while reaching around with the other to play with her clit.

Shortly thereafter, she swallowed the old guy’s load and leaned back so he could vacate the chair.
Guy No. 4 was a very heavyset Hispanic guy who wasted no time stripping off his sweats and taking the place of the man who’d just finished. He appeared to have a pretty small cock – I’m guessing a bit under four inches fully erect – but Tildie is an equal-opportunity cocksucker. She went to work on him as enthusiastically as she’d done with all the others, but he proved to be quite a challenge. Whereas the ones before generally ejaculated anywhere from a couple of minutes to perhaps 10, this guy seemed to go on forever. I’d continued to play with Tildie’s pussy throughout, but I was getting sore from crouching on the hard floor, so I eventually back off and let her continue without my interference.

I didn’t formally time this guy, but he had to have taken more than 20 minutes to cum. Tildie tried all sorts of tricks – massaging his ball sac, jerking his cock at different speeds, licking the head both clockwise and counter-clockwise – until finally I suggested she should just admit defeat. “Nope,” she replied, “One more idea.” She encouraged him to slide forward in his seat until half his butt was hanging over the front edge of the chair. Then she shoved a finger up his ass and proceeded to massage his prostate. That did the trick, and he pumped a fair bit of Mexi-jizz down her throat.

At this point, it was time for a break, plus she’d temporarily run out of patrons. There were two “unblown” guys hanging about, but they seemed far more interested in watching than participating. So instead, Tildie stood up (with me helping her), pulled up her pants, and slipped back into her sweatshirt. “Let’s see what’s going on downstairs,” she suggested, so we took the stairs and strolled through the store area on our way to the arcade. There was a young couple checking out vibrators, and the guy did a double-take when he saw the two of us heading into the arcade area. I thought they might actually follow us in, but sadly that didn’t happen. We cruised around the various booths and peeked into a few so I could show Tildie how some of them were spacious enough for three or four people, while others had barely enough room for two. “No glory holes?” she asked. I explained they’d covered them up some time ago, which appeared to disappoint her.

Our examination complete, we crossed the store again on our way to the stairs. “Oh, I forgot you two were still here,” said the woman behind the counter who’d taken our entry fee. “A couple of guys just came in, wondering if there was anyone else in the theater area.” I asked if they left, but the cashier explained they bought their tickets and went upstairs. That’s all Tildie needed to hear. She tugged on my arm and whispered in my ear, “I want to suck some more cock, daddy.” My reply: “No time like the present, baby girl,” and up we went.

We took our place in the same mini-theater, except this time Tildie took off her sweatshirt right away. I pulled her bra back down in front and sucked on her nipples while she reached into my sweatpants and stroked my cock. “Wow, you’ve been leaking precum like crazy, huh?” she exclaimed. I didn’t have a chance to reply because, just then, one of the new arrivals had tapped Tildie on her shoulder and asked her if she’d suck his cock. She motioned for him to sit down, and she bent over at the waist to shove her face between his legs. Guy No. 5 was a tall Black man with a larger-than-average cock. “Ooh,” Tildie exclaimed. “I’m torn between blowing you and asking you to fuck me.” She clearly favors thick dicks over average ones, having a fairly large pussy hole to fill. The guy tugged at the back of her head to introduce her mouth to his cock, saying as he did so, “First one, then the other, OK?” She could only grunt in reply, her mouth already full of BBC.

He shot his wad fairly quickly – I’d guess after about five minutes – and stood up to fulfill his other half of the bargain. I’d previously pulled down her pants to calf level and was finger-fucking her pussy as she sucked the Black guy’s cock, so she was ripe and ready for him as he nudged me out of the way and moved in behind her. One of the other recent arrivals quickly took a seat so she could work on his erection as the big guy gripped her hips and plunged into her moist hole. She gasped from the penetration but stayed firmly on the seated guy’s cock, managing to jerk him off into her mouth despite a heavy pounding from behind. “Don’t come in my pussy,” she managed to blurt out, but just at that moment the Black guy grunted twice, said, “Uh, too late,” and pulled out. Even in the dim light, you could see the glob of gooey white stuff slide out of her pussy and drip onto the crotch of her yoga pants. “Clean me up, daddy,” Tildie ordered, so I used my hand to scoop up as much cum as still clung to her pussy lips and inner thighs, and then reached around so she could lick my hand clean.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Tildie sucked off a few more guys – even one of the original watchers who finally succumbed to her talents – until there was no one left except the two of us. At that point, she’d blown nine guys and swallowed 10 loads – one guy had come back for seconds – plus the one she’d taken vaginally. I’d held off, figuring we’d go back to my place where I’d get a more leisurely opportunity at her well-used mouth. We even got as far as the front door when, all of a sudden, another guy entered the place. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked him, as he barely had gotten through the entryway. He admitted that would be excellent, so we turned around and went back upstairs while he purchased his ticket and appeared in the little theater a few minutes later.

Tildie worked him over as expertly as she’d done with all the others that evening. I marveled at her stamina and skill level, as enthusiastic in sucking her tenth different cock as she’d been for her first. Whereas most of the other guys had been content to sit back and let her do all the work, Guy No. 10 was more proactive. He literally throat-fucked her, quite forcefully, and Tildie submitted to his efforts without complaint. Later, she told me he’d ejaculated more than anyone else that evening, so much so that she’d barely managed to keep it from spilling out. He was also one of the few to express his thanks for her doing such a good job, and he even shook my hand before leaving, thanking me as well for sharing my friend with everyone.

I wasn’t willing to wait any longer, so I told Tildie to sit down as I moved in front of her and dropped my sweatpants to ankle level. She started out by licking up all the precum that coated my half-erect penis – I’d generated a lot from all the watching I’d done – and then took my entire 5.5 inches in one gulp. She moved her mouth back and forth along my shaft in sort of an energy-saving mode knowing I usually took a while to ejaculate. After about five minutes, I sensed another person in the room and looked up to see a fairly young guy standing off to the side. He had on gym shorts that were pulled to the side to expose his long thin cock, and he was stroking it to match the rhythm of Tildie’s mouth on my dick. With no one else about, I figured he’d be her final patron of the evening, and I didn’t want to have him blast off without giving her a change to taste his cum. Therefore, I pushed her face slightly away from the base of my cock and started to jerk myself off against her lips. “Feed me your cum, daddy,” she said softly, and I sped up my tugging until I came explosively. Having anticipated this night for some time, I’d held off masturbating for three days, so I had a fairly sizeable load to pump into her mouth. I came noisily and thoroughly, shooting three thick ropes of cum down her gullet. As I backed away, I motioned to the other guy to take my place, which he did speedily. I was correct in my assessment; it didn’t take him long at all to pump her mouth full of warm, gooey sperm – maybe two minutes, tops – and then she declared herself finished for the night.

“Did you keep count, daddy? she asked, as we walked back to my car. “Twelve, cocks, sweetie, including mine, and thirteen loads altogether.” Wow – that’s a lot of cum, daddy” she said with pride in her voice. “Did you like watching me suck all those cocks, daddy?” “You were wonderful, baby girl,” I replied. “I enjoyed it more than you can imagine.”

I dropped her off at her place after giving her a goodnight kiss. Figuring that would be the last I’d hear from Tildie for a while again, I was surprised to get a text message from her just last week, less than a month after her marathon sucking session. “I’m ready to suck more cock soon, daddy,” read her message. We traded comments back and forth, and she agreed she’d like to try the swingers’ place next time. “I don’t want to go in the hot tub,” she stated firmly, “Because I’m not sure they do a good job cleaning it. But you said they have a couple of king-size beds in the pool area, so I’d be comfortable sucking cock there.” I reminded her we were far more likely to see other couples in attendance there, versus the all-male clientele typical at the adult theater. “You know what that means, right sweetie?” I asked. “Yes, daddy. I’ll have a chance to show you how well I eat pussy. And you can eat mine, too.” I told her it would be my pleasure – and indeed it will!

I’m hoping Tildie will accept my invitation in the very near future, which means I’ll have another fun tale to tell here. Stay tuned!

Fit little BBC enthusiast.

She knows, accepts, and enthusiastically embraces her place and purpose....

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Nigger Bitches for Breeding

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My late wife LOVED cock. She was also a huge exhibitionist. Our sex before marriage was great but on the honeymoon she caught a guy peaking through the curtains at us fucking. She came so hard panting out the usual oh fucks and yes’s but this time I heard ‘he sees us’ and ‘watch me cum’. I followed where she was looking and then I saw him. I rolled over to get her on top facing the window. She went crazy bouncing on my cock,grinding away before bouncing on it again. The whole time she was staring at her voyeur. I had all I could take by that point and I came hard which started her off again! She collapsed on me both of us breathing hard. When we finally looked back to the window he was gone. The next morning at checkout we were told by the young lady at the desk that the owner had comped our room for being such ‘enthusiastic guests’. When we asked to see him she just said he was gone but he was VERY happy we chose his motel for our wedding night!

Earlier this week, the nebulous and notorious international Internet hacktivist collective known as Anonymous exposed a large ring of Internet pedophiles.

Operation Darknet

Tuesday, after hacking into lolita City, a darknet website used by pedophiles to trade in child pornography, Anonymous released usernames and other information of 1,589 pedophiles trading in kiddie porn.

A darknet website is a closed private network of computers used for file sharing. Darknet websites are part of the Invisible Web, sometimes called the Deep Web, containing content that is not part of the Surface Web, which is indexed by standard search engines.

In Tuesday�s Pastebin release, Anonymous enthusiasts explain the technical side of how they were able to locate and identify lolita City and access their user data base. In a prior Pastebin release, Anonymous offers a timeline of events detailing the discovery of the hidden cache of more than 100 gigabytes of child porn associated with lolita City.

I enthusiastically confess, I'm giving my son-in-law head 2-3 times a week, since he and my daughter moved back in. He's got a fat, uncut 6" that cums pretty quick. My daughter knows, I think, but she hasn't said a word, but she smiles at me different when she comes home and knows I've been alone with her husband. has started calling me "daddy" again, something she hadn't done for 10 years.

We believe, �From small beginnings come great things,� so we are looking for real and genuine people to make casual connections that have the very real possibility of turning into naughty, erotic nights.

About Us: We are two professional people exploring our sexual lives as Dominant and Submissive relationship together. She is in an open marriage and is the sweet Mistress of the couple. He is deeply humbled cuckold male longing to see her pleasured by the right men and women. His role is whatever his mistress deems is appropriate.

We are an experienced couple, and each of us have had separate third party or couple experiences, so you�re most certainly in good hands. Intelligent, well-read, quick witted, attractive, non-judgmental adults, we believe in the �Golden Rule� in and out of the bedroom.

Since we are a relatively new couple, we are looking to walk, before running, which means connecting with women and couples for boudoir fun � in both traditional (oral, voyeur, MFF, MMF) as well as light kinky fun (Sub/Dom/Bondage) scenarios. But most importantly, we are looking for drama free personalities, who are stable and comfortable in their own skin and sexuality. Oh, and connecting on a mental level is just as important, if not more,than the physical stuff. Casual, short-term and/or long-term play with a couple or female is in play. Though a single, impromptu night of fun isn�t totally out the question; has to be the right moment in time.

She: Firecracker with dark bedroom eyes, long reddish brown hair and voluptuous curves that you want to hold onto as well as a mouth that can tickle both your brain and, well, you know what else. Though only 5�3�, she�s an alpha female, who�s not afraid to ask for what she wants, but also enjoys aggressive play and submissive antics. Adept with mouth, hands and toys, both men and women enjoy her enthusiastic nature and genuine personality.

He: At 6�1�, he�s tall, and handsome.. An professional who loves seeing his mistress and her playmates pleasure before his own. Never pushy and always submissive, he makes sure everyone is fulfilled. His cuckold nature has him put follow her every word and command.

My Ideal Person: Honest, stable, real people, who are also smart, quick witted, comfortable in their own body and sexuality, and have a positive "we only have 1 life, so what the hell" attitude. We prefer women, men and couples who are bisexual, bi-curious and issue free.

Does not matter if you are single, married or BF/GF outside your marriage, all we ask is you leave your judgment and insecurities at the door and saddle up for some good old-fashioned fun, which means connecting first and seeing where things go from there.

As life-long learners and book sluts, it would be nice to meet individuals who are just intrigued by what�s going on in the real world as they are in the play/online world. For us that mental connection is huge. But we are visual creatures, so physical attraction on all parts (hey, we�re not perfect) is necessary. This means photos are important, for weighing initial attraction as well as for safety concerns.

Could you be are plus 1 or 2 or 3? We hope so.

Absolute no-nos:
Lying
Drugs
Diseases
Hot Heads
Jealousy
Drama Queens
Misogynists
Unsure or indecisive thinkers
Being Flakey

This past Friday night, with my wife back East visiting relatives, I invited over a new friend for a sleepover. We'd met three months ago on a local dating site and had fucked before -- always at her place -- with two four-hour sessions to our credit. She's exactly half my age (35 to 70) and a bit on the chubby side, but her height (5-11) helps make up for the 160-plus pounds she carries, and twice-a-week Pilates keeps her firm. She's a natural blonde with 36D breasts, plus nipples that always seem to be fully erect.

I picked her up at her townhouse, and we headed to a Middle Eastern restaurant on my side of town for dinner. As usual, our conversation was a mixture of contemporary thought (she's an attorney; I'm a tech writer), politics (we're both quite liberal), and sexual teasing. With our meal completed, we hopped back into my car for the 10-minute drive back to my condo. Since the building only has a single elevator and everyone there knows me (I'm on the HOA board), I was relieved that we didn't see a single resident as we traveled between the underground garage and my front door.

I took a quick shower while she made herself comfortable in my bedroom. Knowing her proclivity for squirting, I'd taken the time earlier that day to strip my bed down to its fitted sheet, under which I'd laid several bath towels. It proved to be a worthwhile exercise in caution.

As I emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of red silk boxers, I saw her playing with my cat while she had on only a bra and panties. "Orange isn't exactly your color," I said half-playfully. "Well, you'll just have to take them off, then," was her reply. Since I'm only an inch taller than her, kissing is a very delightful and simple process, and we lip-locked probably a hundred times over the ensuing 14-plus hours. She beat me to the punch and unhooked her bra, to which I voiced a mild objection. "I'm very mechanically minded," I said. "Besides, I was unhooking bras long before you were born." She laughed and shrugged her shoulders, which caused her bra to fall to the floor. "Oops," she squealed." "I guess you'll have to pick that up, Mister Mechanically Minded."

We made out for a bit while standing up, her tugging on my erect, silk-covered cock, while I cupped her breasts and sucked insistently on each of her nipples. She reached down to rearrange her panties and let me know they were of the crotchless variety. I soon ran my fingers up and down her rapidly moistening slit before tugging them off entirely. She climbed onto the bed, and I kicked off my shorts before joining her. Hands went immediately to each partner's genitals, and we French-kissed furiously while tugging and stroking.

After a few minutes of that, I flipped her onto her back. She knew what was next and opened her legs invitingly. I dove down between her pale, creamy thighs and began to slurp long, extended licks from the base of her pussy to her little pearl-sized clit. "I brought my trimmer, if that's too hairy for you," she offered. Her pubic area boasted a neat triangle of dark-blonde stubble, but it was hardly bush-like. "Hey," I countered. "I grew up in the '60s, when no one ever heard of a shaved crotch." Then I really went to work on her.

I've been fortunate to have had sex with a few multi-orgasmic women in my time, but she is clearly the queen of that realm. In our previous two encounters, I'm guessing she came dozens of times in a four-hour span. It's hard to keep track, though, because she crests from one peak to another in such a seamless way that's it's closer to one giant, rolling orgasm. I alternated between one finger inside and thrusting, two fingers inside and mashing up against her g-spot, and three fingers inside and twisting. As for attending to her clit, I alternately flicked it with my tongue, sucked it hard between my lips, nibbled on it gently with my teeth, brushed it back and forth with the fingers of my other hand, and pressed it hard against her pubic bone with my thumb.

After a good 20-30 minutes of pussy attention -- and a request by her for me to take a break -- I rolled onto my back and she proceeded to give me a very thorough blow job. I'm not terribly large (5.75 inches long and circumcised), so it's not difficult for her to take me entirely into her mouth. She calls that her "disappearing dick trick," and she accompanies the oral action with some digital ball-sack manipulation. Then she decided it was time to fuck, so she climbed on top of me and rode me to three pussy-grinding orgasms. Given my lack of length, her enthusiastic back-and-forth rocking caused me to fall out a couple of times. I was about to apologize (for the second time) about being a bit short when she railed against that.

"Don't you dare say 'sorry' again," she said. "You're nice and thick, and I don't know a single woman who would prefer a long skinny dick to a wide one like yours that fills her up." Secretly I doubted her statement, but I was enjoying the situation way too much to object. After her third orgasm, and sensing I wasn't quite ready to come, she climbed off and went down on my cock again, expressing her love for tasting her pussy juice on my dick. After a bit of that, I tugged on her hair and she slid up the bed so we could lie side by side. She used her left hand to firmly stroke my erection while I reached down with my left hand and played with her clit.

One of the things we enjoy during our sessions is telling each other naughty stories about previous encounters with others. Her initial "bedtime story" that night involved relating a visit she'd made to a friend of hers who was in Dallas on business. She flew down there at his invitation for a one-nighter, but realized upon showing up at his hotel that she'd forgotten to bring any condoms. [I've been vasectomized, and we're both very careful to "play safe" with others -- not that I've had any action other than with her for quite a while -- so she and I bareback it with each other, but she employs condoms with all other partners.] It was a Sunday night, and the local CVS had closed early due to a worker shortage. "So, we stuck to oral for a while," she related to me. "And then he fucked my ass, which seemed like the best option at the time." It was that last bit that put me over the top, and cum shot out of my dick and cascaded down across her hand like a lava flow. She was quite fastidious in cleaning it up with her tongue, sucking on her fingers in dramatic fashion as the final drops disappeared into her beautiful mouth.

I wasn't anywhere near finished with her, however, and she spent the next half hour or so submitting to my various efforts. It usually takes her a while to work her way up to a squirting orgasm, but I was determined to bring her to that level before we called it a night. As it turned out, it only took about three minutes of highly focused finger-fucking for her to spurt forth, and she managed two additional squirts over the ensuing 10 minutes, the last of which she induced herself with two of her fingers pile-driving into her pussy while I rubbed her clit with such speed that my hand was nearly a blur.

At that point we figured we'd reached a good stopping point. It was after 11 pm, and we were both fairly worn out. While she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pee, I grabbed the rest of the bed covers (a top sheet plus a down comforter) and got the bed ready for the night. We both decided to sleep in the nude -- "In case one of us gets horny in the dark," she said with a wink -- and snuggled for a bit before rolling onto our respective sides in preparation for sleep. My bed is only a double, so it's pretty narrow for two people. We drifted off to sleep naked-butt-to-naked-butt.

For some reason, I woke up just before two a.m. While asleep we'd ended up facing each other, and as I awoke I decided to "test the waters" and see if she was game for a late-night fuck. As soon as I slid my hand between her tucked-together thighs, she leaned into me and said, "It's about time you woke up." "What do you mean?" I asked somewhat stupidly. "Well," she went on, "I've been playing with my clit for the past 10 minutes and waiting for you to notice that the mattress was rocking." I was hard almost instantly, which for a guy my age, is nothing short of miraculous. It only took me a moment, however, to seize the situation. In a flash (which, for a 70-year-old guy, is probably measurable in minutes), I threw off the covers and got on top of her. She pushed me away just long enough to draw her legs up toward her chest, and then she guided my cock into her pussy. It didn't take me long to pound away, although I was only able to keep up the thrusting for a couple of minutes before my arms got tired of holding the rest of my body up above hers. Sensing my dilemma, and clearly not willing to have me stop, she pulled me down so I was lying fully on top of her, and after another few minutes of enthusiastic fucking, I came hard inside her pussy.

At that point I was breathing pretty hard, but I had the presence of mind to roll off her (I weigh around 230 pounds) and catch my breath while lying on my own side of the bed. She reached up with one hand and pressed her fingertips against my neck, physically taking note of my pulse rate. "I guess you'll live through the night," she said in a humorous tone. "Besides, my CPR training has lapsed." "Ha-ha," was about all I could manage in reply.

We fell back asleep but woke up almost simultaneously around eight o'clock. A quick trip to the bathroom for each of us, and we were back at it. Our morning session only lasted about 90 minutes, but she got in a good dozen orgasms and I made sure she got a good taste of her cum-filled pussy as I dipped my fingers into her snatch and coated them with a mixture of our respective juices before shoving them into her mouth. After a short rest, we climbed into the shower together and did a pretty good job of cleaning each other off. She admitted to being a bit sore from all the attention her pussy had received, so I avoided doing anything sexual to her as the water cascaded down around us, but she gave me a very nice soap-covered hand job as a reward of sorts.

After getting dressed and making sure she'd packed up all her stuff, we went to a nearby deli for brunch, and then I dropped her off at home. I'm not sure when we'll meet next -- we each have busy work schedules, and she has a couple of business trips set for the next month -- but I know the next time we're together it'll be more of the same. I'm already looking forward to it!

My experience with one particular dating site has been far less than stellar since I joined about six months ago. It's the six-letter one that starts with "T." Since I'm at the far upper end of the age spectrum (71), I can't imagine I'm a "hot commodity" for most women on there, although I sure attract my share of "fakes, flakes and foreign babes." Judging from my responses alone, there must be an entire section of Hong Kong bursting with gorgeous women anxious to hook up. Yeah -- right!

This past Friday night was the anomaly. At about 10 pm I was alerted to a match. Swiping right to accept, I saw that Emily was a 33-y/o Hispanic woman. I decided to cut to the chase and announce I was horny and looking for a meeting that very night. Since I was ready for bed, I figured it didn't cost me anything to pour on the pressure. Much to my surprise, she admitted a similar interest, and we soon came to a tentative agreement.

Since I'm married, I can't host, She claimed to have moved to Denver recently and had two roommates who were [a] home for the evening and [b] had friends over. She lived in a large apartment complex in one of Denver's north suburbs, so I suggested we meet at a 24/7 porn theater that turned out to be literally 20 blocks from her place. She was skittish about that prospect, so instead she suggested I drive over to the clubhouse area of her complex and we meet for some car play.

Ten minutes later, I was out the door and on my way. My wife and I share a 2BR condo, and one of its advantages is that our bedrooms are on opposite sides of the unit. On Friday nights, she takes a sleeping pill, so it's possible to slip out unnoticed. Emily messaged me twice as I headed north, clearly concerned that I might flake out on her. Thirty minutes after I pulled out of my garage, I was parked in front of her complex's clubhouse and promptly let her know I'd arrived.

She walked up to my car just as I was climbing out. She's about 5-5, 160 pounds, large tits, big butt, and a soft "poochy" belly. We kissed briefly but felt rather exposed under the parking lot lights, so we climbed into the backseat of my car from opposite sides. I drive a Prius, which is hardly conducive to amorous activity, but she was clearly horny enough to want to make this work. She wore a peach-colored mini-dress with thin shoulder straps and a scoop-neck front to show off her cleavage. We kissed some more while trying to find an optimal position for further action.

Reaching up under her dress, I quickly discovered she was naked beneath it, with a smooth hairless pussy that was already getting moist. She pulled down her top to give me access to her nipples -- nothing special, but sensitive -- and shifted into the corner of the backseat as she pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist. Even after she hooked her right ankle up over the front passenger seat to give me full access to her slit -- her thick thighs were spread as far apart as room would allow -- the area wasn't quite spacious enough for me to go down on her.

So instead, I proceeded to rub her pussy with my left hand while using my right hand to massage her tits and tug on her nipples. Over the course of about 20 minutes, I finger-fucked her to at least a dozen orgasms. At various points in the process I had two fingers in her vagina, three in, and four in -- pumping away like a madman as she rode the wave multiple times. I tried to fist her, but my hands are fairly large, so the best I could do was four fingers plus the thumb up to the first knuckle.

She was extremely vocal -- alternately urging me on and announcing each impending orgasm -- so it was a good thing I'd left my car windows closed. Four or five times she reached down with her right hand to brush-bate her clit as i worked my hand in and out of her pussy, and twice she grabbed hold of my t-shirt with her left hand and twisted the cloth (plus a bit of the underlying skin!) as she came. [When I got home, I saw there was a speck of blood in the center of my shirt.] At one point I administered The Shocker (three fingers in her pussy, plus my pinkie deep in her ass), and not only did she NOT object to the intrusion, but twice more in the throes of an orgasm she boldly invited me to do it again. "That's the first time I had someone do that to my ass," she claimed. I kind of doubted that, but I was in no mood to refute her claim.

Twice during our fingering session I took a slight break -- hey, I'm OLD! -- and withdrew my fingers to lick off her juices. The second time, I offered her the first taste, and she greedily sucked two of my fingers into her mouth.

Naturally I was hoping for some reciprocating action, but before I could shift in my seat and start to pull down my gym shorts, Emily said, "Geez, look at the time, My roommates will be wondering where I'd gone." With that she delicately lifted her ankle off the front seat where it'd been resting, climbed out of the car, and did a quick adjustment to her dress so that all the naughty bits were covered up.

I suggested a return engagement for Sunday afternoon, and she seemed quite enthusiastic to meet me at the porn theater a mere two miles from her apartment. Off she went into the night, and I headed home. When I got there, I pulled out my phone to message her about Sunday, only to discover she'd "unmatched" me in the interim. I caught myself thinking, "I bet she did that as I was driving away," and was pissed at myself for not having secured some other way to contact her. She'd gotten what she wanted without having to satisfy me, but I still had fun. "Her loss," I figured, since if we'd actually gotten together on Sunday in a place with room to stretch out, there would have been some serious pussy eating going on.

I am a nudist enthusiast.

This has started more than 20 years ago, as soon as I was old enough to get into one. At first, I was just walking and gawking around, but through time, I learned the etiquette, saw it change and develop over the years, to the extent that few relationships I had, all included nudism, as our regular hobby.

Currently, I am single, and still roaming the beaches.

Through time, I learned to recognize, which women or couples, enjoy the attention, to stay away from the shy ones, first timers etc. I havent got much from it, besides eye candy, one or two hand jobs, and one single blow job, over the course of over 20 years, but many times women, and especially couples, have enjoyed watching me "play" with myself, or simply were just looking at my erection, directed towards her.

This confession is aimed at that one blow job I got, a few years back, before lockdowns and all the other shit, because, it was the sexiest moment of my entire life.

She was my age, long brown hair, beautifull, slim and tall, with long legs and small tits. Her ass was flat, but still lovely to look at. He looked a bit older. My "scanning" began, by going past them, pretty closely, and I could see I caught her attention, or it is better to say, the she saw that she caught mine, due to the state of my nether regions during that "passing by".

That was a good sign. As I located myself on a respectable distance, yet turned their way, I immediately saw her trying to show off. Another great sign, was, that she was glancing my way.

Then, it was my turn. I started "cleaning" sand from my hairy body, especially the lower parts, and she, both of them, seemed like they enjoyed it.

That was my cue, and moment later, I was talking to them, asking for sun oil, chatting them up, while she was directly looking at my hard parts. This is the part where I might mention, that I do look pretty good for a man my age, and far far better than her spouse. I guess he saw her interest too, so he invited me to sit with them, for a chat.

That chat was the best fore play I have ever had in my life. We talked normal stuff, weather, he talked sports, and such shit, but, I dont know if you ever maintaned, almost handsfree, erection for an hour, but I did that day. And she was helping, a lot, I never saw a woman with such sensual moves, her every breath was driving me crazy. Yet, I saw that they are not interested for more, so, I kept my hands to myself, and without even daring to touch myself.

At the end, they asked me if I would escort them off the beach. At that point, I have dripped so much pre cum all over my belly, that it was all sticky, and wet.

She was walking infront of us, and we were both looking at her body. She was deliberately quite a few steps infront, because, this seemed as a well played scenario.

"Isnt she beautifull?"
"Dear lord, yes, she is stunning," I answered.
"She likes you too."
Then he paused.
"She will suck your cock, if you are up for it."
Another pause.
"But not more than that."

I just nodded, with a smile on my face. To be honest, I was flabbergasted, even though I might have been hoping for something similar.

He rushed to join her, told her something, and kissed her. As soon as we got to this little, secluded part, underneath some trees, she just got on her knees, with a smile on her face.

She has done this before, they have done this before. She took me in, and started working hard. He sat a few meters to the side, for a good view. I stood there, like frozen, stunned by the situation. I warned her that I am about to cum, like a gentleman should, and she pulled my cock out, and started jerking it hard, with a cock head on her tongue, while looking straight into my eyes. Probably due to all the long "fore play" and sexual tension, I blew the biggest load of my life.

The thing that got me was, that she was still smiling, when I gathered my senses. She enjoyed it, as much as I did.

She cleaned up, and he was there, still hard, but obviously, he didnt touch himself during this act. I was confused and I asked for a phone number, but she just shook it off, with words "it was really nice".

Till this day, I think about it. Obviously, they were in a kind of a cuckold marriage (yes, they both had their rings), but what happened afterwards?

Was this a kind of a wicked fore play for them? He probably fucked her as soon as they got to their hotel. Did he call her names, for what she just did with me? What is the angle?

And, before you asked, I never saw them again. They said that they are vacationing, but still, I hoped that they will come back, at least a year, or two later.

Never saw them again, but still thinking of them, till this day.

I was under the weather for my birthday weekend, and I need a redo, lol, Cinco de Mayo Daddy-o here.  Taurus and strong, thick just like the bull. My only request, with offense not meant, is you need to have the lady parts to ride my ride. I play home or away, clean with toys and 420 enthusiast. If you're not close to South Jersey, compliments appreciated. 

SERIOUS philosophical question for ML, folks...

So, where do you stand... Videos, or pics?

I'm no youngster so well remember when pics were about all there was, and what videos you could find were usually low quality, short rips off European porn videotapes. So for years, pics were 99% of what I fapped to (not counting non-computer sessions with just my imagination, or girls who either wanted me to fap for them or for us to fap together). Commercial porn on VHS (DVD was too rare and expensive) was mostly depressing shit with disinterested looking girls and shitty video quality, and I avoided watching any of it.

But once computer video quality got near TV level good, cable and DSL made downloading 5-20 and now even hour-plus videos take mere moments... and thanks to webcams, the majority isn't pro bitches with fake tits and obvious looks of boredom... I gotta say video is amazeballs. If I'd been able to download tens of thousands of 18-25 year old (I'm assuming the younger looking girls were 18, cuz, they MUSTVE been right?) girls who're at least as if not more freaky/horn than I was as a teen/early-20s guy and who were making non-profit hot as balls webcam vids for everyone to see doing themselves, their good girl friends, or their just as enthusiastic BFs... pretty sure I never wouldve left my bedroom for weeks at a time. The girls may be just as hot (sometimes hotter) as the pics girls, but even the plain looking girls drive me nuts... cuz you don't just see a frozen, posed moment of hips/ass, waist, tits and face, you see their writhing, hear their moaning and the squish of their wet poons, and (this does a LOT for me even if not other guys) you can watch the dozens of different intense feelings in their faces and almost even see the passion in their eyes... hell, take the right drugs and it can be damn hard to tell it apart from actually physically being there.

On the other hand, without an unlimited hard drive budget, there's only so many vids you can have. And many of them are either the same girls or groups of girls, or else the same guy with different girls who are similar enough looking to know what the dude's preferred type is. With pics, while I'm sure nobody's counted, I'd wager there's 10s if not hundreds of thousands of girls who've put homemade porn shots online. With vids it's hard to fap more than an hour or two without the same (admiddetly hot) girl showing back up, which can get a little repetetive. But then, with pics... I've been fapping online since the early 90s when Usenet had enough hot naked 15-25 (obviously I typo'd when I meant to say 18 there, right?) to make motherless give up in tears. I could go 5+ years without crossing paths with the same girl, even longer without seeing the same set of pics again.

The other good thing about a quality photo is, while it may not move, the good ones capture the girls faces in amazing shots, capture every curve, line and muscle of their bodies in an eternal moment. If you find a good 10-20 or more series of the same girl alone (or with a girl, dude, or group), scrolling throuh the set anyone with a non-tarded imagination can see a story in the photos which not uncommonly is hotter than any good video, since you need to fill in the gaps with your imagination - or you can find that one best shot and stare at it until your mind flies off in search of her pussy... or at least until your dick can't handle another stroke and your mind goes blank in an epic spoogerocket. Before that, for me anyway, I love finding a gorgeous photo of a true beauty (doesn't even need full nudity) and staring at it until the world melts away and until I blow my load I can linger my eyes across her frozen tensing and quvering muscles, her ecstatic facial expressions, and the look of "holy oh my god wow wow wow wow" in her eyes. And the effort it takes to make the girl's photo(s) fill my universe can keep me whacking for a full hour or more... while a good video can have my session over in 10 or 15 minutes. The exception being live cams where knowing I'm seeing something RIGHT NOW and that she's heading towards an orgasm almost as fast as I am mixed in with actually talking to the girl via cam or IM. In a way, fapping together with a camgirl, even if she's 5000 miles away and you don't know her real name... that's kinda magic. Whether in the same room or on different continents, you're talking to her live, often one on one with nobody else... discussing things you'd feel real awkward talking to a girlfriend about... I'd say that may be as close to actual fucking as is possible without being in the same room and at least doing oral.

It's near impossible to decide and even then I'd likely change my mind with each separate oral/hand and the rare fuck treat that comes my way because whether it's oral or more intense cam play over the net, nothing compares to a real dick-in-poon fuckparty with a girl you love (whether that's a romantic thing or just a real close friendship that occasionally crosses lines but (in my experience anyway) only tends to make the friendship deeper and stronger even if it's a one time, totally unromantic, physical thing that just serves to manifest the friendship or romance in a way words just can't.

So I dunno, I suppose I go back and forth between phases and there's times I download nothing but vids... but then will go DAYS fapping only to pics. Some of the best pics capture just the right moments for max hotness.... that first few seconds of penetrating a girl's puss and how that makes her back arch and her eyes widen and almost glow... the ecstatic grimace she has those first few serious thrusts... the minutes just before she's about to cum and loses all composure over her facial and body muscles... the divine art of a girl cumming... and that smile and the sparkling eyes of a girl just cum who's looking into her partner's eyes (or the cam if she's alone).

There's just so much LIFE in a video though.

What you all think, pics or vids best (or at least second best to taking a ride down the waterslide of ecstasy between the warm legs of a hot young lady)?

If you're a pix man (or pix lez) what are your favorite sites for real authentic looking non-pro pics, other than ML? Or your favorite ML galleries/groups? Or vidwhackers, what are your go to places? And why do you prefer one to the other?

That said, while I don't download most things, what I do save is far more video than pics. I really can't say which I think is better, or why.

So, I just spent a few nice minutes listening to my neighbour (arab/caldian girl, early to mid 20s sort of skinny) fucking enthusiastically and noisily. After she came she closed her door wall so I suspect the chance that people would hear was a turn on for her.

Only spoken to her a few times in the past, might think about developing our communication from here on out. ;)

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

Attention whores, this is how enthusiastically you should be sucking Daddy's cock ....

In mid-May, I took a road trip to SW Minnesota to visit my long-time FWB. We've spent long weekends together in the past, going back to the fall of 2013, but this was the first time I'd be staying at her place -- a double-wide trailer outside a small Minnesota town of about 15,000. It was our first meeting since October 2021. In the interim her dog had died, she'd dumped a "boy toy" 30 years her junior, suffered a hysterectomy, and was taking medication to help her cope with her agoraphobia (fear of public places). In past years, we'd always met at a hotel or Airbnb in the Twin Cities, about a two-hour drive from her place, so this would be quite a departure (venue-wise) from our standard weekend fuck fest.

She's exactly 20 years younger than I am (minus four days!), a natural redhead (my Scandinavian princess!), extremely bi-sexual (her words), and clearly the hottest woman I've been with sexually. I'm constantly amazed at her interest in me, since I'm a lot older, not particularly good-looking, about 25 pounds overweight, and definitely NOT hung. But every time we're together, she's really happy to spend time with me. On more than one occasion she's said, "I feel smarter when I'm with you." I guess that's a good thing.

I got to town on Sunday morning and came by her place at 10:00. T was dressed in a t-shirt and yoga pants, with bare feet. She's a night-owl, whereas I'm definitely a morning person. In fact, one of the first things we talked about when I got to her place -- just outside town in a fairly rural area -- was our circadian incompatibility. As I was making buttermilk pancakes for us (from scratch!), I said, "You know, we'd never be compatible enough to live together, since you're up 'til all hours and I'm in bed by 10:00." It was a nonsense issue, anyway, since she'd never move to Denver (her daughter and grandson are 10 minutes away), and there's no way I'd willingly move to where she lives. Oh -- and another complication involves the fact that I'm married (although she thinks my wife is actually my lesbian roommate, and thankfully they've never met).

Interestingly, she countered my "couldn't live together" statement with a surprising suggestion. "Well," she said, coming up behind me and pressing her braless breasts against my back as I was mixing pancake batter. "We could always compromise. You could stay up until 11, I'd get up at 8, and we could have sex at night, instead of in the morning when you seem to be at your horniest." I followed up with, "Every night?" She replied, "I suppose, five out of seven."

She was unnecessarily self-conscious about her appearance, which is why she spent most of the time we were together in fairly baggy tops and long pants in place of shorts. At 5'5, she'd always weighed around 110-115 pounds, but after taking anti-depressants to help with her agoraphobia, she'd gained about 30 pounds. "One bonus, I guess," she declared ironically, "Is that I'm a 36C or D instead of a 32B, but now the only bras that fit me right are sports bras." I told her multiple times during my visit that I thought she looked as desirable as ever, but she wasn't entirely buying it.

We spent the rest of Sunday checking out the town (such as it is) and had dinner at an Italian restaurant before going to a newly opened ice cream shop for dessert. Back at her place, she fired up a bong with some home-grown ganja (it's legal in Minnesota) and enticed me to take a few hits as well. One thing about T -- getting high means getting horny, and she didn't spare the smoke. It was my first foray since college, and she thought it was HILARIOUS that I hadn't indulged in close to 50 years. However, it seemingly had no effect on me, which she found equally funny. We ended up watching a PBS special on the life and times of Richard III of England, which apparently was much more entertaining for her in her altered state.

After a shower, I put on some short summer PJs and climbed into bed. She joined me about 10 minutes later wearing a different baggy t-shirt and long-leg pajama bottoms. She again expressed her displeasure with her weight gain, explained she hadn't had sex since New Year's Eve (the boy toy's final campaign, as it turned out), and stated she wasn't ready to "do anything" with me. I knew she'd consumed a fair amount of silly smoke, but I truthfully told her I was OK with that and didn't want to pressure her into anything. She switched off the light, and I figured that was that.

After about five minutes, she asked, "Are you asleep?" At the moment I was semi-hard and trying to figure out how I could jerk off without disturbing her. When I told her I was still awake, she asked, "Would you like a hand job?" Naturally I said yes, stripping off my PJ bottoms and tossing back the covers to give her all the access she required. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tube of lube, spreading it generously on my cock-head and down the shaft before taking a firm grip and stroking me with precision. After a minute or so, she asked, "Does that feel good?" I said, "T, my love, whenever a woman has her hand on a guy's dick, that is a question that never needs to be asked!" She laughed and rested her head on my chest as she continued to stroke earnestly.

Curled up against me as she was, I managed to reach down behind her and slide my hand between her thighs. I wasn't sure she'd let me continue to rub her PJ-covered crotch, but she shifted around to give me better access, so I kept up the pressure. One thing about T -- she goes from zero to 60 faster than a tricked-out Shelby GT. I had her squirming, humping against my hand, and moaning loudly in less than two minutes. Without warning, her mouth engulfed my cock and she was delivering a very satisfactory blow job. I slid my hand inside her pajama bottoms and discovered how wet she was. I quickly had two fingers fully inside her pussy, and her vocalization was suddenly louder and about an octave higher. After a brief minute, she declared, "You just HAVE to fuck me!" Pulling away from me momentarily, she stripped off her PJs and climbed aboard. I was rock-hard and slid inside her with ease. Despite her surgeries a year earlier, she was still as tight as I'd remembered. T loves to be on top, and she was soon grinding her clit against me as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

I wanted to take off her top, but she resisted by saying, "No -- don't!" Instead, I pushed the hem of her t-shirt up above her breasts and tugged on her nipples. That trigged the first of what would prove to be dozens of orgasms that night, as she moaned, grunted, breathed hard, muttered "Oh, fuck" about 50 times, and bent down to kiss me with a ferocity I'd rarely experienced with any woman. After she worked herself into a second orgasm, T climbed off and rolled onto her back. That was my cue to do what I do best -- eat pussy. For the next 60-75 minutes, I had her quivering, crying out obscenities, shaking like a leaf, and coming again and again. The next morning, when I questioned whether she'd enjoyed what was close to a three-hour session, she struck back with my own logic. "When a guy with your skills has his mouth on a woman's clit and his fingers massaging every inch of the inside of her vagina, that's a question you never need to ask!"

Following wave after wave of orgasms, T pushed my face away from her crotch and asked, "Zac, you still hard?" I'd been grinding my erection firmly into her mattress the entire time I was eating her pussy, and it hadn't abated. "You bet," I replied enthusiastically, which was a surprise since it was close to 2 a.m., well past my normal bedtime. "You need to fuck me some more. You can come inside, since I have no more womb." I reminded her I'd had a vasectomy decades ago, at which point she said, "Oh, that's right. Well, what are you waiting for?" She rolled flat on her back and spread her legs wide apart before tugging on my erection and saying, "C'mon, shove it right in." And so I did.

When I was in my 20s and 30s, I suffered from a fairly quick trigger, ejaculation-wise. Now in my early 70s -- and really for the past 10-15 years -- it always takes me a long time to come, but I rarely if ever have difficulty getting and staying hard. Such was the case that night, as I fucked her insistently. She wrapped her legs around me and crossed her ankles to provide some leverage as she tugged me toward her, stroke after stroke. My arms were tiring from propping up my 225-pound body above her, and I started to make a move to disengage so I could find a less stressful position and then re-insert. She sensed I was about to climb off when she pulled me down against her chest and whispered in my ear, "You're not heavy. Just keep fucking me until you come." Who was I to argue with that? At this point she was well into double-digit orgasms, and figuring I'd done all I could to make her feel special, it was time to look after my own release. I let my mind focus on one thing -- the feeling in my cock as it was being gripped by T's pussy. Something like a dozen thrusts later, I froze up and pumped her full of man-jizz (that's what she likes to call it). I was exhausted and let my body press fully against hers. "Get off me, ya big lug!" she called out, half-jokingly, and I withdrew and rolled onto my side of the bed. "I suppose you want me to clean that up?" she asked, scooping up a drop of cum from the tip of my cock with her index finger before putting it into her mouth. "Well," I suggested, "You clean me up and I'll return the favor." "Nah, it's too late," T responded. "You stay there, and I'll bring back a washcloth."

She returned a few minutes later with the promised rag, moistened with warm water, and proceeded to mop up my crotch. "I can't believe how much you came in me," she said. "What -- you were saving it up for a special occasion?" I declared there was no more special occasion for me than being in her bed, which prompted a sensuous kiss on the lips and a "Oh, you're such a sweet-talker!" I was out like a light in less than two minutes, I'm sure, and we slept in until 10:30 the next morning. I awoke before she did (that's almost always the case), and after visiting the bathroom to pee, I came back to bed and tried to get her in the mood for some morning sex. After putting up with my hand rubbing her snatch through the PJs she'd put back on after we'd finished, she pushed me away and said, "Don't! My pussy's sore and I'll need all day to recover." That sounded like a good indicator for what might take place when next we went to be, and indeed it was. To be continued -----

The numerical girl game:

First Girl: Will give you the longest, sloppiest, most enthusiastic dick sucking you ever had and eagerly swallows every drop of cum you have to give...and disappears from your life and never sucks your dick again.

Second Girl: Will give you the longest, sloppiest, most enthusiastic dick sucking you ever had and eagerly swallows every drop of cum you have to give...and disappears from your life and never sucks your dick agan: Will give you the longest, sloppiest, most enthusiastic dick sucking you ever had and eagerly swallows every drop of cum you have to give whenever and wherever your heart desires...but has such bad breath that you can only stand to be with her for as long as it takes for her to make you cum.

Third Girl: Will loves getting on her knees and sucking your dick whenever and for as long as you want....except she is the worst cock sucking female to walk this earth and never ever is able to learn how to keep her teeth from scraping the hell out of your cock.

I want to see 3 or 4 guys fill my stepsister with cum and cover her with piss. Afterwards I will enthusiastically eat everyone's creampies from her pussy as a token of my appreciation.

Did any of you find any kind of "life hack", regarding women, or places to look for them?

Mine are conferences. In my line of work, we have those once or twice a month, and after gaining some experience, I rarely end up dry after one.

Over the years, I had everything, from shy, young assistant giving non enthusiastic hand job, married woman swallowing my cum, to anal sex. I had a woman who wouldn't do anything because of her husband, but let me go down on her, after almost an hour of persuading, and I also had a drunken threesome with two free women, which didn't even know each other before that night.

So, what is your life hack?

I confess. I am turned on by high heel/p[atform stiletto crush videos. Mice, frogs and particularly large rats. Now the vids are hard to find. If its done very slowly and sadistically its great wanking stimulus. Other enthusiasts?? Where can one find this??

So... I'm going to write this story about when I was younger with me and my cousin. Everything's real, all the details, all of it. I've been needing to get this off my chest for a while and I thought this would be an excellent place to share. So, let's begin.

So, it was around 6PM and my Dad was dropping off at my aunts because he was going on a night out. My aunts house was great and I always loved seeing my cousins because we had so much in common and when you're only eight years old you pretty much like anything. But I really liked my eight year old cousin, Chantelle.

So her mum had made us dinner and we went to her room and we just started playing, you know, the usual of what eight year olds do and then her mother came in and said she was going out to get some wine (It was a Friday and my aunt always loved a drink in the weekend.) so she would be out for 30 minutes or so and this is where the fun begins. Me and Chantelle started talking about sex and what each of us knew about it and stuff, and she came up with the excellent idea to pretend we were boyfriend and girlfriend and to get naked, and go under the quilts. We both laughed and I said what my mother normally said to my dad, "Okay, baby." and we both laughed.

She started getting naked and oh my god, she was amazing. I had never saw a person my age naked and everything about her was fantastic, I don't care what people say, but you definitely can find someone sexually attractive at that age, I certainly did. Her ass and her lovely little pussy was just fantastic. I was simply in awe, and she knew it.

She stood there, completely naked and gorgeous and asked me to get undressed. I obliged. She saw my little dick hard as hell and asked to touch it, I said no, wait till we're in the bed, I didn't know why I said no, that was fucking stupid but anyway, I'll continue. She asked me to kiss her and I slowly came close to her and we both kissed passionately and when we slowly parted our lips we smiled. I told her to get in the bed and she ran over to it and put her body under the covers I followed and we kissed again while I started feeling her pussy. I had seen a few of my Dad's 'movies' so I very vaguely knew what I was doing, so that helped. She let out an audible grown after about 15 seconds of me touching her clit and pussy lips. This was getting intense.

I asked if I could go down on her and she enthusiasticly shouted, "Yes!". I proceeded to go under the covers and her pussy was soaking, I didn't think this was possible thinking back. Her pussy looked fantastic and I peeled apart her pussy lips and started licking her clit, she moaned louder than before and you could tell she was really loving this, her hand was on top of my head, pushing me in further to her lovely pussy. She started to quiver and I could feel her pussy getting wetter, she started shouting to me to go faster and to suck on the bit at the top (neither of us knew what that was called). She started to quiver and moan really loudly and she tensed up and came right there and then. Neither of us knew what had happened, but she just lay there, breathing heavily and whispering that it was amazing, she asked for me to kiss her again and she really started to get into it. This was fucking fantastic.

She asked me, "I want to feel your dick now." and holy fuck, this is where things got utterly fantastic. She started stroking my little 8 year old cock and I was getting really hard. I told her to put it in her mouth and move up and down and she did so, and she fucking loved it. She looked up at me and told me to massage that bit on her pussy that felt amazing, and I did. I started to cum and I pushed her head right into my cock, she gagged a little bit but just laughed as she came back up and I started to orgasm, I told her to go really fast and this was the first time I came, it was fantastic. Of course, I never jizzed but it was still great, and it lasted for so long. My cock was still hard and she took it her mouth and just kissed the top of it and then smiled at me, "Did that feel good?" I just nodded and we both laughed. I licked her pussy some more and she came twice and then we just lay in the bed and embraced for about 5 minutes, kissing and feeling each other.

We realised that we had been doing this for about 35 minutes and her mum would be back soon so we quickly got dressed and we kissed a little again and I massaged her clit under her dress. Her mum came home and we acted like nothing happened. Without a doubt this best night of my life.

I stopped seeing her after my 10th birthday, but during that time, whenever we were alone, we licked and sucked each other off like crazy and we both loved it. The reason I stopped seeing her was that my aunt and my mum had an arguement, and I basically wasn't allowed to see my cousin again, I repeatly told my mother that this was unfair on me because I really liked Chantelle, but what could you do.

I'm now 16 and a wedding is coming up, the whole family is coming and my cousin is definitely going to be there. I hope to God she still feels the same way we did when we were younger and we actually fuck this time, that would just be fantastic. I can only hope.

I hope you enjoyed my story, and wish me luck!

Can anyone help me find some more vids of these girls OR any similar others who are just as enthusiastic about each other! My bf and I love this one so any help would be so much appreciated - my bf will be willing to trade!

HI ml, thought I would share my sttory of fucking my sister's friend:I had just gotten home from school one day had decided that I needed to relieve some stress. As usual, I laid down on the couch and began masturbating with some hand lotion. Most days, there is no one home for hours when I get back from school. This day, however, I swore I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw nothing, so I continued to jerk off. Just as I was cumming I looked up and thought I saw someone running away from the T.V. room where I was. Deciding it was nothing, I took some Kleenex and wiped the mess off of my belly.

Nearly a week later I came home from school and was greeted at the door by one of my younger sister's friends, Michelle. She said she wanted to talk to my sister and asked if she could wait inside. I said sure and let her in. As she bent over to untie her shoe I got a nice look at her ass in these tight Khaki jeans she was wearing. Her butt looked round and firm and I could faintly see the outline of her panties beneath the jean fabric.

"Like what you see?" she said as she looked up at me. I was fucking busted! I didn't know what to say as I knew I was screwed. All I could do was stammer. "Don't worry, I like watching you too!" Michelle said.

"What?" I replied.

"Last week," she said as she smiled,"I came downstairs and saw you on the couch, you know, playin' with yourself." Fuck, she was going to tell everyone and I would be the laughing stock of the school. At least that's what I thought was goinig to happen until Michelle aked if I could do it again, while she watched! "I'll even take off my shirt so you'll get harder!" Michelle said enthusiastically.

Well, I couldn't really disagree with that, so we moved into the T.V. room. I layed down on the the couch while she sat across from me in a love seat. I took out my now erect cock and told her to show me her tits. Michelle was a heatlthy, fit, old, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a pink halter top and those tight khaki pants. She slowly took off the top and revealed a lacy white bra. She opened the bra from the front and released the most perfect set of tits I have ever seen. They were large for her age, the perfect tan colour, and had nice, pink nipples. The slighty hardened as she layed back in her chair.

This sight got me going. I unbottoned my pants and pushed them and my boxers down to my ankles. I lotioned up and started to furiously beat off, all the while staring straight at Michelle. She leaned forward to get a better look, then timidly put her hand between her legs. Soon, she was sroking in rhythm with me.

"Let me touch you!" she moaned. I sat up and she sat beside my slowly rubbing my cock. Shit, I was in heaven. I grabbed her tit and played with the nipple and Michelle stroked faster. After about three minutes of this, I blew my load. Now, I swear, I came so hard I nearly hit the roof. Her arm, pants and my stomach were covered in jizz, the most I had ever shot.

We both sat in silence for a few moments. It was now that she confided in me that she had always had a crush on me. I told her that I thought she was beautiful.

"I have to see your pussy," I told her. I reahed over to unbutton her stained pants as she laid down on the couch. I slowly undid the zipper and brought the pants down to the floor. Her panties were white, matching the bra. A slight wetness rested down by her opening, revealing that she was quite turned on. I pulled the panties off her slowly, very slowly, looking deep into her eyes as I pulled them off her ankles. Michelle had beautiful blonde pussy hair, shaved to a thin strip. Hers was the first cunt I had ever seen and it glistened slightly due to her juices. I can still remember how her clit grew as it was exposed to the air.

"Please," she whispered,"play with it. I have never...please make me come." I gently explored her pubic hairs and worked my way down tto the clit. She jumped when I touched it. I traced my way to the lips and finally, one finger entered her. She released more liquid and moaned ever so softly. I did this for a few moments until I thought she came. I continued unitl I couldn't take it anymore.

"I want to fuck you," I said. I repositioned myself on top of her and held my throbbing cock up ro her hole. At first she resisted, but i kissed her deeply and whispered how bad I wanted her into her ear. She agreed and I began pushing into her. She yelped in pain, Michelle was quite tight. i expected this put forged on.

"It hurts!" she said.

"It's suppose to," I replied.

"Don't stop, I wanna go all the way." I continued to put my dick in her and she continued to moan, more pain then pleasure. I got it all the way in and began to pump. I probably got ten or twelve thrusts in before I blasted my sperm into her, cumming like I had never before. She was crying and there was a little blood around her opening. I apologized and felt guilty about the whole thing.

"Don't worry," Michelle said, "even though it hurt, I still enjoyed the experience."

We couldn't have sex for a few days after that, but Michelle, as I found out, could suck a fucking fantastic cock. She entertained me with that and I ate her out until she felt ready to fuck again. We fucked like animals for about 6 months until we both started seeing separate people. Even then, we still had sex occaisionally. Last time we did it was about a month ago, and it was there she told me about all the fun her and my younger sister had. Turns out my sister was a lesbian who nailed Michelle before I did!!

I confess that a couple of years ago I saw my first, and actually only, boy/boy kiddie porn video at a mate of a mates party - a few of us were in one of the bedrooms doing some gear and the guy whos party it was asked if we wanted to seee something special and pulled it up on his computer. While most of us were (well i was anyway) pretending not to be too interested whatis burnt in my memory was two boys , one about 8-9, a georgeous little blond almost surfer type, and he other , a few years older had shorter sandy hair. I think they may have been in a hotel suite or something similar... They are then both sharing a double bed and the older, assuming the younger is asleep starts looking at a porno and having a play with himself . The younger guy stirs and eventually his hand is playing with his friends pre pubescent cock. From there on it just gets better :)sucking and playing untill The younger guy, easily (and enthusiastically) takes his buddys cock up his arse.... Fuck it was amazing !! I do anything to see it (OR BE IT ) again . Does anybody know of it ?

My name is Steve. I'm 31 and recently divorced. My wife was wonderful in so many ways, including the bedroom, but we slowly drifted apart after 10 years. I've always been interested in wilder sexual activity but was far to scared to act when I was younger. Now that I finally have my freedom back I'm going to do all the things I want so bad but am afraid of.
I live in a large city, and while I was new to this experience, I had a good idea of what part of town to visit. It was Saturday night and I found a bar that seemed pretty popular. the place was packed with mostly men, and they ranged from very conservative to the extremely flamboyant. The fist thing I needed was liquid courage. I knew what I wanted but was still very nervous. After a couple shots I relaxed a bit and ordered a drink. Tried to be talkative to the people around me, and most of the guys were friendly. A few of them were VERY friendly and I had to let them know they weren't what I was there for that night. In a back area of the bar there was a group of women. Some seemed like bikers in a dress, and some were the most beautiful women you have ever seen, most were somewhere in the middle and after a few drinks looked good enough. There were a few guys dispersed among them and a few guys nursing beers and staring longingly.
As I approached quite a few heads turned to see who was approaching the group. I waved and nodded my head at them as I passed through. There was a table near the back wall with a couple girls at it. One was a gorgeous brunette, a little under 6 foot tall. Her hair was long with short bangs halfway down her forehead. Dark brown eyes with long black eyelashes. She wore a small blue dress that barely held her breasts captive. A black choker necklace wrapped tightly around her neck. When I got to the table I could barely speak.
"Hello" she cooed
"Hello" I said looking deep in to her eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I have one, but you are welcome to join me" She motioned to the seat next to her.
The two girls sitting with her got the hint and quickly found another table.
We talked for a while, just idle chit chat. She could see I was hesitant but knew I wanted her. The bar was loud and we both played the game of speaking softly and moving closer to each other. I had one hand on the table and one on the back of her chair. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she laughed at a dumb joke and moved her hand to my knee. In my head I was screaming, "my god this is actually happening, this could actually happen" I used the adrenalin to make my first small contact which was only to shift my arm so it was resting on the chair and placing my hand on her back. At that point we started talking closer and closer and our hands started moving, caressing each other. She said something I couldn't hear, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, and spontaneously shifted my head to kiss her. Every first kiss is electric after all the tension you've built up, but this was 15 years of longing and was amazing. My hand shifted to her cheek and around the back of her head running her hair through my fingers. She pulled back slightly, looked in to my eyes and said "Finally, what do you say we head back to my place where it's a bit quieter?"
"Yes"
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the bar to the front. She shivered as we walked out into the night and I put my arms around her and held her close. She smiled at me pulled me to a cab.
It was a short drive to her house but we couldn't wait. Our tongues danced as my hands ran down her side, over her ass and down her sweet thighs. I kissed her neck and she moaned slightly. I saw the driver staring in the mirror and kept thinking, "he has no idea what is really happening!" which was probably not true since he knew what bar we came out of but my head was spinning.
The cab dropped us off and we headed straight up to her apartment. I followed her into the living room. She turned and started to ask me something but I grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her .
I reached back and unzipped her dress, she let it fall to the floor. My hands flew up and down her back. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her tight.
"Slow down" she said as she pushed me back onto the couch.
She kissed me again and she unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I ripped of my shirt and tried to kiss her again, but she held me back against the couch.
"I'm in charge now" she said softly
She kissed the middle of my chest and slowly moved down my stomach, using more tongue as she went. She would lick and follow with a strong kiss. Her hands started on my knees and traveled up my thighs. Her hand finally cupped balls and started to massage them. Her other hand reached into the fly of my boxers and freed my cock. She wasted no time when she saw my cock. She opened her mouth and suck all 7" between her lips, all the way to the base. She pulled back till only she had only the head in her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Then back down and up and tease, and down and up and tease. It felt wonderful. She started following her mouth with her hand, pumping up and down twice as fast as her mouth. She pulled up and completely off my dick and started running her tongue up and down to bottom side of my my cock. Her hand started pumping faster as she slid her tongue down to my balls. Her tongue danced all over them trying to soak every inch. Then she opened her mouth and gently sucked one into her mouth, released it, and sucked in the other, meanwhile she was pumping furiously away on my dick.
She pushed my legs further apart as her tongue again appeared and slide down the bottom of my balls. I started groaning louder and she stopped pumping. She squeezed my dick down at the base till it started to hurt. Her other hand lifted my balls and her tongue started to gently caress my ass hole. It was a strange but welcome feeling I tried as hard as I could to relax and enjoy it but it was over quickly. she slammed her face back down on my cock and returned to her first approach of moving her mouth up and down and teasing my head as her hand twisted and pumped. SHe continued sucking my dick and I didn't notice her other hand rubbing my balls until I felt a finger push deep into my ass. It was shocking but she just left it there and continued sucking my cock. As she felt me relax she slowly started sliding her finger in and out of my ass.
I was getting close to cumin and she could hear it in my voice, so she pulled her finger out of my ass and slid up my body to kiss me. I reached back and unclasped her bra which she flung away and leaned back to let me see her perfect breasts. I needed to feel them and suck on those nipples and she was happy to oblige. I leaned forward and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth as I massaged the other with my hand. She threw her head back and giggled which melted into a moan. She grabbed the back of my head and held it tight as she spun us around so I was on top of her. I tried to move up to kiss her but she held my head firmly against her breast. It put me at an uncomfortable position so I had to slide off of her till I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. That was when she released my head and started rubbing my shoulders. I could tell where she was guiding me, as I've guided a few girls the same way.
I used her technique of kissing my way down her stomach as my hands slid up her thighs until they met at her panty line. At this point my heart started pounding in my chest. What am I doing? Is this really what I want or just a fantasy? She must have sensed my hesitation because she reached down and pulled off her panties.
And then I was sitting inches away from a semi-hard, 6" cock and balls. Panic shot through me.
She wrapped her hand around her dick with one hand and with the other lifted her balls as high as she could. She lifted her left foot and rested in on the couch as far to the side as she could.
"Lick my ass baby" she whispered as she moved her right leg around my back to pull me closer.
I have done this to a few girls to get them read for anal so it seemed a little more normal for me. I dove in licking her ass and pushing two fingers deep into her. She immediately started moaning and wiggling around me, cheering me on so I started getting more enthusiastic about it. I reached up with my free hand and started fondling her breast. I could feel her starting to stroke her own cock. I removed my fingers from her ass and replaced them with my tongue. Wiggling and pushing it as deep as I could. I moved my free hand up and cupped her balls. She immediately moved both her hands to the back of my head. I kept licking her ass and massaging her breast, and slowly my other hand moved from her balls, to the base of her cock, and finally wrapped around it. I felt a sense of accomplishment with this move and lost all reservations. I stroked her cock a few times but decided quickly this was my time. I lifted my head as I pulled her cock down until it was aimed directly at my mouth.

This is my story about my experience with twins; we were all 16 when this happened, Josh and Ben were identical twins. But Ben had gone through a growth spurt, and was a few inches taller than Josh and looked a bit older. They both had blonde hair and blue eyes with Josh�s hair a bit longer than Ben�s. Ben had come out of the closet to a few friends including me. The two of us were talking one day, just us two, no one else. It was then that he admitted that he thought I was hot, at that time though I had not came out of the closet to anybody, but I did think Ben was hot. When he said it I decided that if he thinks I�m hot and I think he�s hot too, what�s the worst that could happen? I said to him there that I felt the same about him. As soon as I�d said it his eyes lit up and he moved to kiss me, as did I it was only a short kiss, but he was the first boy that I had kissed, and I was his first too. He told me that he didn�t want anyone to know about us, that was OK as neither did I. That was all that happened that time as he had to leave for something or another.

A few days later he invited me to go to the cinema with him, the cinema was pretty empty and we got seats at the back away from everyone, (there was only a few other people in the cinema at that time). About twenty minutes into the film he started kissing me, properly this time, tongues and all. We made out for ages, then all of a sudden he shoved his hand up my shirt, rubbed my chest then down my pants, and started playing with my cock, I then did the same. Neither of us came during the film, we went back to my house and then to my room, my patents weren�t in at that time so we could do stuff. I suggested that we finish what we started at the cinema, he agreed, and we stripped off, it was the first time I�d seen his cock, even though he was still soft but it got me hard, and as I took my boxers off he got hard too. We soon started to jerk each other off; we both came about the same time, and both came buckets.
A few weeks later Ben�s parents were out of town for a few days so he invited me over to stay at his house, at first I thought it would be a chance to go further with him but then I found out that Josh would be there, still, I was friendly with Josh as well so it would not be too bad. About nine at night Ben went to the shop down the street a bit, leaving just me and Josh, Ben hadn�t been gone one minute when Josh asked me for some advice; I agreed to do my best, he seemed really nervous at that time, but he eventually came out of the closet to me and asked how and if he should tell Ben. I had no idea why he asked me as Ben was the only one who knew I was gay, and had agreed not to tell anyone, I wasn�t sure if I should tell Josh, as I�d promised Ben not to tell anyone, but he was his brother. I thought about it for a while and eventually said that he�d be better to just come out and not beat around the bush. When I asked him why he�d asked me, he said because he thought I was hot. All that went through my head at that time was, �Two hot twins, both gay, both think I�m hot this is a fucking dream come true!� Just then Ben came back from the shop, set the bag of stuff on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, and sat down. He then asked if he�d missed anything, in reference to the program we were watching.

That�s when Josh said, �Yep, I�m gay�, I�d told him to be blunt but not that blunt, all Ben was able to say was, �Um.. OK� and just sat there speechless for a few moments, Josh broke the silence by saying �You�re not going to kill me are you?� Ben replied �No, just that came as a bit of a shock.� He looked over to me and then back to Josh and back to me and said �Should I tell him?� I just nodded, and Ben began to explain to Josh. Josh was sitting on the same sofa as me, and as soon as Ben had finished, Josh turned to me and asked �So, if you think Ben is hot, then you must think I�m hot as well then?� I told him yes and the lent over and kissed me on the cheek. Then Ben came over and sat down beside me, with Josh on my other side. Ben said to Josh �He�s mine� smiled at him and then kissed me with tongues, it felt weird being watched as we kissed, when he stopped, Josh said �Aww, can�t we share?� Ben then said �You ok with that, Jamie?� �Why not?� I replied, as soon as I said that Josh threw his arms round me and kissed me on the cheek. We must have sat there and talked for about three or four hours, and of course the topic of sex did come up as did the suggestion of a threesome. It was Ben who brought it up; of course I was hoping one of them did, as I didn�t know what their response would be to it. Josh wasn�t as enthusiastic as either Ben or I, but he said that he�d think about it. After that the conversations turned to what we could do together, sexually of course, Josh suggested that we play strip poker. We all agreed and, me being crap at poker was the first to be completely naked, at that time Josh had only his boxers left and Ben had boxers and a t-shirt, Ben was next to get naked and then we both persuaded Josh to strip too. That was the first time I�d seen Josh�s cock, and naturally we were all hard, the one thing I noticed was that his cock looked pretty much identical to ben�s, but they were identical twins so what should I expect? Theirs were a little shorter than me but only by about half an inch. When Josh stood up and took his boxers off he asked �So, what do you think?� I looked him up and down and quickly replied �Nice!� After that he sat down really close beside me, to the point that he was touching me, he put his arm round my neck and kissed me. I�m not sure why, but when Josh kissed me it felt better than when Ben did. After Josh had been kissing me for a bit I started rubbing his cock and slowly started jerking him off, he quickly did the same, not long after Josh started I felt another hand on my cock, and then felt Ben sit down beside us.

That�s when I stopped kissing Josh to say that we need something we could do together, the best we could come up with was that Ben sucked me while I sucked Josh, Josh didn�t like the idea of sucking Ben, but did like the idea of sitting there not doing anything. So that�s what we did, it was a little awkward to start off with as none of us had ever sucked a cock before, we just kind of licked the tips but eventually managed to start sucking, Ben was quite good as he could almost deep throat me, but I couldn�t control my gag reflex that well, so I didn�t risk trying to put Josh�s cock too far down my throat. Just as I�m about to come Josh lets out a moan and I pull his cock out of my mouth just as he comes, with most of his jizz landing on my face. I came soon after Josh, but didn�t really moan and came in Ben�s mouth; he swallows a little but spits most of it out. We all get cleaned up and Josh and I get halfway dressed again. Ben was still quite horny so I agree to jerk him off, I managed to get Josh to do a bit, and he started to enjoy it, when Ben did come it was mostly over Josh with most going on his chest and arm, as he was only wearing boxers at the time. After Josh and Ben got cleaned up we decided to go to bed as it was getting late, they had a spare room with a double bed in it so we decided to all sleep in it that night, in just out boxers. Nothing happened that night apart from a little hugging and me waking up to feel Ben pressing against my ass with his cock.

Two Middle East mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the two pulls a small folder out of her handbag and starts flipping through photos. They start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, Mujibar. He would have been 24 years old now". "Yes, I remember him as a baby" says the other mother cheerfully. "He's a martyr now though" the mother confides. "Oh, so sad dear..." says the other.

"And this is my second son, Khalid. He would have been 21". "Oh I remember him" says the other happily "he had such curly hair when he was born." "He's a martyr too..." says the mother quietly. "Oh, gracious me..." says the other.

"And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would have been 18" she whispers. "Yes" says the friend enthusiastically "I remember when he first started school..." "He's a martyr also," says the mother, with tears in her eyes.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and, searching for the right words, says... "They blow up so fast, don't they?"

It was another surprisingly fun evening at Circus Cinemas here in Denver, the XXX movie house with two theaters that show big-screen hetero porn (plus “The Dove” that shows gay porn). While 95 percent of the time the patronage is entirely male, the place does attract the occasional couple, and Saturday evening is usually when they show up. We got a semi-false alarm around nine p.m. when a gigantic couple made their way into Theater One. He was probably pushing 300 pounds while she was at least 250; you had to look closely to even positively identify her gender. They were dressed identically in jeans and parkas and sat quietly and unmoving for about half an hour, having watched several porn scenes before heading out the door. Anyone hoping for a bit of a show was disappointed, I suppose.

However, another couple arrived around 9:30. They were both trim and looked to be in their 40s, him closer to 50 while she was perhaps seven or eight years younger. They stood in the aisle alongside the wall in Theater One for a good 20 minutes before heading over to Theater Two. I popped over there ten minutes later to find them sitting in two seats about halfway back from the screen. She was on the aisle and wore a navy blue wrap-around dress, almost like an artist’s smock. He sat to her left and had on a sweater and jeans. She had dark hair a bit past her shoulders, wore calf-high black boots, and she looked vaguely Asian. They remained there for perhaps another 20 minutes while I parked myself in the aisle across from their seats, leaning against the wall. The most action they provided involved him occasionally rubbing her left thigh while she used her left hand to squeeze his cock through his jeans, but for the most part they concentrated on the film and whispered occasionally to each other. Then they got up and left the room. I grabbed a seat in their recently vacated row and assumed they’d seen enough and were therefore headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, just as I was contemplating a return to Theater One to see if they’d gone back there, the couple re-entered Two and leaned along the wall for a couple of minutes. The guy stood behind her and whispered into her ear for a bit. Then they retreated to the back row of the room and found two seats tucked up against the corner. A brief commotion caught my attention and I turned around to see a small crowd gathering at the rear of the auditorium. When I left my row to see what was happening, one of the guys whose back was to me turned and walked away. I slipped into his spot to discover the woman enthusiastically sucking the cock of one of the other theater patrons. This guy stood in the alcove that partially hid the back row from being seen when you walk into the room, while she was in the seat at the end of the aisle. Her dress was undone and spread open, revealing her naked body beneath it: a pair of soft C-cup tits and slender thighs parted to show off a minimally hairy pussy. She had her right hand wrapped firmly around this guy’s erection, while her left hand reached back behind and stroked her companion’s cock that had been freed from his jeans. I’d taken the position of the guy standing directly in front of her, while a man to my right was busy jerking off above her tits. I offered to kneel down and eat her pussy, but her friend said she was only there to suck some dick and have guys jerk off onto her face. Just as he said that the guy to my right announced he was ready to cum, so she removed her lips from the one guy’s dick and turned her head in the other direction. He exploded all over her face and backed off immediately; within seconds another guy from the audience had taken his place, just like those seat-fillers at the Oscars.

Cum dripping off her chin and onto her breasts, she resumed sucking the first guy’s cock while I continued to tug on mine in anticipation of contributing to the mess. I was playing with one of her distended nipples with my right hand while stroking my dick with my left, and then I wanted to see what else I could do. I slid my right hand down her front and came in contact with her pussy lips. With no objection from her or her partner, I slipped my middle finger into her pussy and began to finger-fuck her while using my thumb to rub her clit. She was incredibly wet, with the kind of extra-slippery moisture that tells you she’s really turned on. Her breathing became much more pronounced, with some delicious moaning thrown in for good measure. By now she’d sucked on that one cock for at least 15 minutes, and just as she was starting to clench her thighs together around my thrusting hand, the guy pulled away from her mouth, reached down with his right hand to jack it firmly, and deposited five or six thick ropes of cum all over her face. Just as he blew his first load, she gave a little orgasmic squeak and used her free hand to pull mine away from her pussy. Then her mouth returned to the first guy’s cock and she cleaned him off nicely. He thanked her politely and backed off to zip up. Just as she turned her attention to me, I leaned forward and added my own cum to the collection on her face. Since I’d jerked off earlier that day I didn’t have a lot to offer, but she seemed pleased to receive it just the same. My spot got taken by someone else, and I retreated in order to put my trousers back in order.

I was ready to split, since it was now close to 11:00. I have to wonder how much longer that couple stuck around, although there were at least six or eight guys waiting to bukkake her face. Just as I was leaving the theater she left her seat and went out into the aisle, where she knelt down and was immediately surrounded by admirers. Her companion stood behind and held her hair back as she awaited some more face spray. What a fun night!

Mature, 40+, loves young hard studs,  giving noisy, enthusiastic blowjobs and rough big cock anal poundings. Dislikes guys who can't keep it up or cum too soon.

I confess I'm a life long dick flasher and I flashed and then jerked for and played with my elderly neighbor lady. In the late '70's, I lived in a rental next door to her with my girlfriend and we had gotten quite friendly. One summer morning, I'm home alone. She lived alone. We had a sun room of sorts close to the picket fence between our back yards. I had not flashed her until this day. I wanted to be careful and make it seem 'accidental'.

Lying on the couch next to the window with the shades down but windows open, I could hear her moving around in her back yard. Since I was home alone, I was naked and playing with my self. I was more than half hard. I had done a load of laundry and decided, instead of laying there and coming, I'd see if I could make something happen to make my morning more fun. I decided to walk out naked and hang out the clothes line in the back yard. When I took the laundry out back, I got more excited and became fully hard. I started hanging laundry with my back to our common fence.

I hear her say that things looked really good from where she stood. I looked over my shoulder and said I didn't realize she was outside. I covered my crotch and said I should probably put something on. She said please don't

I took that as my cue and walked to the fence. I was fully hard and my dick swung side to side as I approached the fence. I said that I hope it's ok and that I was sort of an exhibitionist. I said both me and my girlfriend were. She replied that she'd seen us a number of times naked in the yard.

Her eyes were just riveted on my hard on. I said that standing where we were, we were visible to the street, so why not come into my yard. She was only to happy to agree.

She came into my yard, and went into my kitchen with me. As we walked across my yard, I put y arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She did the same, except she rubbed and squeezed my butt.

When we got in, I offered her a chair at the kitchen table, and I stood right in front of her, rubbing myself. I asked if that was ok. She said it was. She said she loved how I looked and that she hadn't seen a young man naked and hard like that since her husband was that age, about 50 years before.

I offered to let her rub me, which she enthusiastically did. I was so turned on that I came in about 60 seconds. I told her I was going to cum, and she said come on my hands, which I did. She squeezed my balls with one hand as I came. I shot four big streams on her hands and arms. Man,it was so intense.

That was the first of several times where either she and I jerked me off, or she watched my girl and I fuck on the grass. She was such a great neighbor. We moved from there in January of 1980, so we had two great summers of this and many other amazing exploits. More to come!

i confess this es gf this slut has offered me sex today

pros she wants it
great tits enthusiastic
loves incest role play
gives great head

cons

not my wife

should I? shouldnt i?

and if so what should i do?

I said that we really needed to know what was going on. I announced that I would need instruments for this and that he would need to let me do.. The idea of ​​putting him a speculum gave me an adrenaline rush. When I spoke about retractors he started to be very anxious and he asked me just why. He wanted to know if there was not another way to do it. I told him that with X-rays there was no need to go inside but that I personally preferred that method.

He was distraught. He clung to the idea of ​​X-rays and wanted to know why we would not simply choose that. I told him some more random things, like because we started like this, and that now it was too late, that I had already chosen..

He was so confused. I told him that I understood he was nervous but that he would nevertheless be examined this way. I had now three good reasons to justify it and I named them to him: the monitoring of his prostate, finding the cause of his erections and teaching him to control his needs.

He resigned himself and I told him that it was for his own good. I said we had to finish the night, I took my cream and my gloves, kissed him and went out. As I walked to my room I felt scandalous. How far would that lead me? I realized that the next step, buying material to set up sessions, went beyond a simple impulse. I fell asleep reassured to have had a wise thought.

In the morning I was no more sure of anything. I was seeing my son's anxiety when he suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. "When are you going to use instruments?" It made me feel like an electric shock. He don't asked if I was going to do it, but when! The runaway train in my head got back on the rails.

I answered without thinking. "Soon honey, I have first to choose them." He went to school and his question turned in my head. When? I imagined what he was feeling. "Mom will investigate me. She is going to spread me with instruments." Of course I was going to do it! My poor bit of restraint was already flying away.

I took my keys, my wallet and I left for the pharmacy. I felt unfair doing it while he was at school but I loved that feeling. I started to switch the painting gloves for real examination gloves and the moisturizer with medical lubricant.

Then came the matter of the speculum. I did not know how to make my request. I explained that it was for a tinkering, to help my son to fill balloons.. I don't know if it was credible but all I saw was a plastic one, of average size. I was not enthusiastic at all but I took it as it was was the only model on sale.

I came home disappointed. Do I had to be happy with this plastic thing that could even harm if it broke? I wanted something more suitable and I decided to see what I could find online. And there I came across unexpected things! There was something for everyone. And I arrived after a while where I was the most enthralled.

It was a medical supply site. I went to the gastroenterology section and there I found myself like in a candy shop. Stainless steel everywhere, and what I would call beautiful objects. It was quite expensive, but really something else than my wretched single-use speculum. It was not even going to be used! I stopped my research and created my account on the spot. My fingers got in a muddle on the keyboard as I was like in a fever

I ordered two very technical ones, specifically made for the anus. The most expensive, of radial type, was a kind of long cylinder with multiple blades overlapping each other and opening somewhat like a camera lens, and a four way expander, bigger, which opens in an inverted cone shape. It is an assembly of four sort of "spoons" with a deployment in a V that act rather over the rectal walls than the anal area.

I have this, kind of a friend, but it was always impossible to see her as just a friend. I have known her for a long time, we are in this, larger group of art oriented enthusiasts, that do these niche gatherings, and visits.

To say that she stood out would be an understatement, tall, slim, long legs, very beautiful. Of course, I tried my best to get something done with her, but she just wasn't interested.

The number of times I jerked off to the thought of her, would be measured in thousands at this point. But, as time moved on, she gained a few extra pounds, still hot, still beautiful, but at the same time, I smelled some success, started dating good looking women, who I would bring to these things, from time to time. When we started approaching 40, I saw a spark of interest, maybe an oversimplified view -- lets say that she wasn't cold to me all together, as she used to be for years.

So, this kind of flirting started, intertwined with sexual allusions. "Tonight's the night", I would jokingly say, and she would ask - what night - "the night you will give in and spend a night with me". That sort of thing.

In a strange way, it was obvious that she wasn't into me, but the whole new me, with hot dates, and new found self esteem, worked like some reverse psychology thing - she liked that I was interested in her, after all these years, while being able to date at such level... I guess, I don't know.

One night, after the art exhibit, from one of our friends in the group, we all went to a bar, to celebrate. After some liquid courage, I was all over her, and she was her usual self, but smiling while I flirted, and flirted back, just a little, so she keeps me interested. I was persistent for her to come to my place, and she was saying no, and at that point I said that I will have sex with her that night, in reality or in fantasy, but at least a blow job would be better than just being by myself.

I usually do not talk like that, but I guess it was the booze. She did come to my place, and oh my God, I was so ready to fuck her, but, after we started kissing in my living room, just as we walked in, she got on her knees, still clothed, and blew me. Got upset that I came on her face, tried to dodge it, but I held her hair and made her take it. She was smiling as soon as she got out of the bathroom.

And that was it. Years have passed since then, and despite all of my efforts, nothing similar never occurred again.

I still jerk off to the memory of that blow job.

The Waitress - BDSM Erotica by SteelCity412

I was just about to wrap up my shift when the new girl at work asked me, "Where can I find my time card?"

She had red hair, a short stature, with large breasts. She wore glasses, and had an overall nerdy look, and a great ass. My co-worker had told me earlier she was only 19 and was taking a break between high school and college.

I was 26 at the time, and although she was young, I found her quite attractive. She worked front-of-house at the restaurant as a bartender, while I worked in the back as a cook.

I told her, "Don't worry Ashley, I'll grab a time card for you."

Over the next few weeks, we would run into each other after our shift. I often would deliberately make sure I wrapped up my work around the same time she did, so we could have time for a chit chat. One day, I asked her for her number, and suggested we should hang out sometime after work, since we both work such non-traditional hours.

She agreed.

About a week later, after having some drinks with my friends, I decided to text her and start a conversation. After we exchanged a few texts back and forth, she also admitted to having a couple drinks as well.

Ever meet somebody and just KNOW they are perverts, just like you?

Almost out of nowhere, she texts me, "Do you like kink? I am a submissive."

I was overjoyed when I read this text message. It had been a little while since I had a prospective slave to train according to my sexual needs and desires. I remember pausing and thinking on how to respond. I still had much planning and thinking to do.

I simply replied, "I enjoy BDSM too, but that relationship requires healthy communication."

She didn't text back.

We saw each other at work, but we didn't speak about the text conversation for a few days. We would talk about vanilla, mundane things. However, she became more eager to chat with me, and was quite friendly, more so than before.

After a few days had passed, I decided to text her after a late night at work.
I texted, "Hey, would you like to come over to my apartment after work this weekend and participate in a scene with me?"

She texted back, "Sure :-) I would love to. What were you thinking?"

I replied, "I think it is important that we start off with training you according to my sexual needs. I think it would be intelligent for us to have a phone conversation prior to meeting, so that I can direct you on my expectations. Also, I want you to take time to decide whether you are genuinely interested in committing to the training."

The phone rings.

When I picked up the phone, she said nervously, "Hey Mark, it's Ashley from work."

I greeted her back and said, "So, you would like to come over to my apartment this weekend?"

She replied with a quiver in her voice, "Yes."

I said, "Well, I want you to think about spending time with me seriously. You're going to have to be a good listener, take direction well. It won't be easy, but if you enjoy being service-oriented, then you will find our time together rewarding."

She replied, "I enjoy being submissive, especially being objectified. It's a headspace I like living in, and I was wondering, can you email me your expectations of me, and I can let you know if I can meet them?"

I said, "Absolutely, I don't want you to be totally in the dark about what I need from you."

She replied, with more confidence, "Great!"

The conversation eventually shifted toward more vanilla things, like work, and her going back to school in the fall. She became more trusting of me, citing an issue with her other partner, eventually admitting that he has problems being dominant in the bedroom, even though it is a headspace he desires to have with her.

I told her, "Some people have different roles in your life. Perhaps you need another partner to meet that need."

She paused for about five seconds, let out a nervous laugh. She changed the topic, talked about the recent heatwave we were having, I told her I was tired and needed to go to bed. She admitted the same and we hung up the phone.

The truth is, I wasn't tired. I needed to get to work on outlining what I needed from her. I spent the majority of the night typing up a summary of the training session. At certain points, I paused, helping myself to a cigarette.

I remember thinking, "Should I ask this from her? Maybe she won't be into this."

I decided to press on. I listed everything we would be going over that evening: How to orally please me, leash training and different commands, toilet training. My requirement that she will be expected to be naked at all times upon entry to my apartment. Punishments and corrective measures that I will have to take if she needs them.

Most importantly, I included a mission statement I wrote for her to read and memorize and recite on cue.

At the end of the email, I concluded, "And at all times when in my apartment, you are to address me as Master."

I clicked send.

When I arrived at work the next day, I was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her. My cock was hard all day long, filled with anticipation.

I thought, "I wonder how she'll react when she sees me, will she talk to me at the end of my shift?"

The work day concluded and as I punched out of work, Ashley taps me on the shoulder and says, "Would you like to walk home together?"

I happily replied, "Sure".

We started off down the street talking about the work day. She talked confidently, telling me how she kicked a drunk patron out of the bar. She took on a much more assertive demeanor around me then I ever had seen.

Once we walked far enough from the restaurant, she said, "So... I read your email and I am excited about this weekend. Do you want to come over my place tonight?"

I replied, "That's great! I am happy for you. But, I am not interested in meeting tonight, we are meeting in two days, this Sunday, at 9pm. Correct?"

She affirms, "Yes, absolutely! My apology, I didn't mean to cross a boundary."

I said, "We can talk about it on Sunday. This is my street, excited to see you this weekend!"

We gave each other a hug. I could feel her perky breasts underneath her clothes and the scent of lilacs, the perfume she was wearing. We parted ways.

Sunday arrives and what seemed to have only been two days since I saw Ashley felt like two months. I was excited to put it mildly. My cock was hard since I woke up that morning. I made sure not to masturbate, making sure I had enough for our time together.

That afternoon I picked out my outfit I would be wearing - a black pair of dress pants with a black long-sleeved shirt, perfectly clean and wrinkle free.

I placed my bamboo crop in the corner of my spacious living room. I made it myself, painting it black - picking bamboo since it is so light and easy to swing. Also, I placed my red-collared, bright metal-chained leash on the coffee table along with a marker. I bought a nice doggie bed for her to lay on and placed it in the corner of my living room. My last item was a dog bowl with some water. Surely she might get thirsty.

9 o'clock arrived and I hear a knock on the door. I walk down the private stairs that lead up to my apartment and there's Ashley, smiling and saying with confidence, "Hello Mark!"

I smile and say, "Hey Ashley, come on in!"

We walk up the stairs to my second floor apartment and exchange informal chit chat about work.

"You know, that guy at the bar was a real asshole the other night", she says, while walking up the stairs.

I reply, "Yes, but you held your own, that's all that matters".

She laughs loudly. Maintaining her confidence and wit.

We get to my living room and she glances around, seeing the items I have placed about the apartment.

She giggles and asks, "What's this?" pointing to the leash.

I reply, "That's yours! Remember?"

She giggles again, but this time, nervously. I can see her realizing that I wasn't kidding.

I wasn't fucking around.

She looks around some more, and after a solid pause, I ask her, "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" she says.

I firmly reply, "You are suppose to be doing something right now. Don't you remember?"

She slowly puts her purse on the floor and begins taking her coat off. Her voice changes, becoming more downtrodden and apprehensive.

She softly says, "Yes."

"Then what's taking so long?" I reply assertively.

She slowly begins unbuttoning her purple collared blouse, revealing her black bra. All the while shifting her eyes between her blouse and my general direction. She isn't smiling, she isn't frowning either.

I can tell she is becoming embarrassed and insecure. My cock swells in my pants. I don't hide my erection. I want her to see how large my cock is getting in my pants. I want her to know that I am taking control.

"Can we hurry it up here? Come on, come on, let's go!" I mildly exclaim.

At the sound of my voice, her body lets out a quick jump, and then she promptly begins to take her bra off, while unbuckling her jeans.

"I feel like I'm a little overweight, so that's why I'm apprehensive."

I gently replied, "Don't worry, I'll be the judge of that.'

She takes her jeans and underwear off together, revealing red, trimmed pubic hair, and a fair-skinned pussy.

Once she took the final item of clothing off, her socks, she stood up folding her arms over her breasts, obstructing my view.

I say, "Look at me."

She looks down at my feet.

I repeat louder, "Look at me."

She finally looks directly into my eyes.

"Put your arms at your side" I say.

She slowly puts her arms by her side, eventually breaking eye contact with me and looking at the ground.

I exclaim, "Good girl! See, now was that so hard?"

She continues to stare at the ground.

I begin walking around her, with crop in hand, clinically observing her naked body. She remains quiet looking down. Her breasts were large, with medium sized, puffy, pink nipples. I place the end of my crop underneath one of her breasts and press up to see underneath. I was pleased.

I approach her, still quiet, and continue examining her breasts with my hands, gently squeezing them in my hands. I bend down, and begin licking her breasts.

She begins to moan a bit, and I immediately stop, fold my arms, and say, "Look at me."

"Did I say you could moan?" I calmly, but firmly say.

She plainly replies, "No."

I say, "No... what?"

She replies, "No, Master."

I happily reply, "Good girl!"

She faintly smiles, and I continue my examination.

I finish licking her nipples. Then, I began to grab her ass, very lightly, and run my hands all over her back, then back down her legs.

I said, "You have a very beautiful body."

She didn't reply, still looking down.

I stepped back from her, and said, "Look at me."

She looks over. I put my hands on my hips and I say, "Look at my crotch, my cock is hard, and it's because you have a beautiful body, and you're being a good girl. What does a good girl say?"

She dryly replies, "Thank you, Master."

I say, "Now try that again, but smile when you say it."

She mildly smiles and repeats, "Thank you, Master."

Then I direct her on her first command.

"Okay, so now what I need you to do is learn how to 'present'. This is important, because I need to examine your pussy, and I want to be able to view your pussy by simply saying 'present'.

Get on your hands and knees, and raise your ass in the air, push your hips out, so I can see your pussy."

She looks at me, embarrassed once more, but acting much quicker on the command than before. She gets on her hands and knees and puts her ass in the air, somewhat high.

I say, "Be a good girl and raise that ass up higher."

She does, and I exclaim, "Good girl!! Are you ready for your treat now?"

She somewhat smiles and says, "Yes, Master"

I kneel down next to her. I work my hands gently over her ass, and tease her, lightly rubbing the inside of her thighs. She quivers, anticipating what I am about to do next. I begin rubbing the outside of her pussy from behind her legs. I take my time. I nicely tell her, "You can vocalize if you'd like."

She begins moaning as I place my finger inside her. Gradually, she gets louder, uttering "Yes, yes, oh, thank you master, yes". She begins acting more primal, more of the whore she really wants to be for me.

All of this time, I have been totally clothed.

She begins to approach her climax, and then I immediately stop pleasuring her. I stand up, and walk in front of her, and she looks up at me, with her ass in the air. Her body language and face express a desire for more.

I say, "Now it is time for you to see the object that you are here to please. It is something that commands your total respect and service. Look at my crotch."

"Yes, Master" she says genuinely, staring at my fly.

I slowly begin to unzip my pants, and I delicately present to her my 8-inch, hard cock, with my balls hanging out of my pants, and place my hands at my waist.

"Now, until I tell you otherwise, I want you to keep total eye contact with my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl. Now, you need to understand my cock is much different than other men's. It has complicated needs. It's a privilege that you get to see it, and eventually please it. Today I am going to show you how to orally service my cock, among other things. Are you prepared to please my cock?"

She obediently says, "Yes Master Yes".

"Alright. Now it is time for you to profess your dedication. You were instructed to memorize your mission statement as a precondition for your training, are you prepared to profess?"

Still staring, fixated on my hard cock, she says, "Yes Master, I am ready to profess."

"Then start" I tell her.

With her ass still raised in the air, her pussy protruding from behind her legs, her breasts dangling towards the ground, and her eyes looking reverently and respectfully at my hard cock, she says:

"I believe absolutely, and totally, with my body and my mind, in humbly worshipping Your Cock as my god. All of my sexual needs are secondary to Your Cock. I will always respect Your Cock without question. I will always eat Your Cock's cum without question - unless told otherwise.

I am here to be used, degraded, and treated like the dirty whore that I am in order to satisfy Your Cock. I do this willingly and eagerly. I seek to learn more about myself through service to You, and will do so happily."

My cock begins to throb and firmly point upwards in the air. I can feel a rush of lust and anger course through my body. Still standing with my hands at my waist, I say

"Get on your knees, keep your hands at your side."

She does so nervously. I walk towards her slowly until I arrive directly in front of her face. I maneuver the base of my cock onto her face and place it at her closed mouth, my balls hanging over her chin. She begins to look down again. I say,

"Look at me in the eyes".

She looks up at me with a blank expression. She can't believe what just happened. Just before we were regular co-workers, flirting every once in a while. Now she is acting like a mindless whore. I wait a few seconds, and I say

"I want you to taste my cock. Put my whole cock in your mouth."

She immediately does so, slowly, still looking up at me. As she gradually places my cock in her mouth, I begin to feel the power I have over her. I decide pause, look up, and enjoy my power over her.

Then, she begins to rock her head back and forth, sucking my cock.

I become enraged. I did not instruct her to suck my cock, merely taste it. I immediately take the back of her head, slowly and forcefully shove my whole cock down her throat, remove it. As my cock exits her mouth, a string of saliva trails off the tip of my cock. I bring her head close to my face, and quietly yell

"I told you to TASTE my cock, not SUCK my cock. Dirty whores are good listeners. Why won't you be a good listener?"

Surprised at my first show of force, coughing, she begins to say, "I'm.. I'm so sorry Master, I.."

I slap her across the face. "Bad girl, bad girl!" I say. She gasps, and I grab her hair and force her head towards my cock with my right hand. I begin repeatedly slapping her across the face with my cock using my left hand. All the while, I say

"Repeat after me: I'm a dirty little whore."

She replies, "I'm a dirty little whore."

I say, "Fucking look at me whore. Say it again, over and over."

She repeats, "I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore.."

I continue to slap her face with my cock as hard as I can. She flinches a bit, but I grip her head firmly in place by her hair. She looks bewildered and humiliated. I can see she is becoming distraught.

I step back and place my hands at my side, proudly presenting my cock in the air. She, still on her knees, her face a bit red, either from my cock slapping her, embarrassment, or both, composes herself. I say,

"Do you see what happens when you disrespect my cock?"

She say, "Yes Master".

I say, "Well how am I going to give you your treat if you don't respect my cock?"

"I'm so sorry Master. I will work harder now."

"I know you will" I replied.

While she's still kneeling, I walk over to her, and place my balls on her closed mouth. My cock, laying across the right side of her face, is partially obstructing her view from her right eye. I say,

"Now, it is time to taste my balls. Open your mouth and place them there until I give you further instructions."

She does so, wrapping her lips around them. I wait longer this time, finally reasserting my dominance. I begin to feel saliva collecting inside her mouth. She does a good job, not sucking. I say,

"See! You're being a good whore now. This is what good whores do!"

She remains dedicated to the position, her face staying in place underneath my cock. I wait a little longer, and remove my saliva soaked balls.

I stay close to her, with my cock close to her face. I say,

"OK, good girl! Now it is time for a treat. Are you ready?"

"Oh yes Master, yes."

"Alright, it is time for you to orally service me. Do you have any thoughts on how I would like my cock pleased?"

She asks, "Do you like your cock sucked cleanly, or do you enjoy it sloppy?"

I was very pleased by this question. She being only 19, I didn't think she would understand the different ways of pleasing a cock. It became obvious to me she had been trained as a mindless whore before.

I replied excitedly, "Make it sloppy, I enjoy seeing saliva drip out of your mouth and onto your breasts. I also want you to try your hardest to put all of my cock in your mouth. And when I cum for the first time this evening, you must open your mouth, and look directly at me, swallow my seed, and say "Thank you Master"."

I added, "Now, get on all fours and come with me to this mirror and get back on your knees. I want you to know how you look when you are pleasing me well".

She agrees, saying, "Yes Master". She crawls over to the mirror, gets on her knees.

I say, "Begin" and she says, "Of course, Master" and she immediately begins sucking my cock.

She was enthusiastic, glancing at herself in the mirror. She made a quick, repetitive motion with her head. I could tell she was excited to finally have the freedom to please me with more freedom. She also used her tongue for a moment, licking my cock like a dog. At times, she made slurping sounds. She never wiped the saliva off of her mouth.

Every so often, I would infantilize her, saying "What a good girl! This is what good girls do!"

Then it finally became time for my first ejaculation. I prepared myself not to utter a groan. But rather, affirm her nicely while I cum for the first time. It's important that she has positive reinforcement the first time around. I want her to do this often, and I want her to have a positive memory of tasting my seed.

I say, "Alright Ashley, it's time for you to receive your next treat! Are you ready?"

She says in a muffled voice, still devotedly worshipping my cock, "Yes Master, Yes!"

I grab the back of her head by the hair, snap her head back. She immediately opens her mouth. I begin rubbing my own cock, pointing it towards her mouth. I say plainly in a direct tone,

"You've been such a good girl. Good cock sluts eat and enjoy cum. Can you smile for me? Are you ready?"

She smiles nervously and says, "Yes Master."

At the sound of her voice I begin to cum. I grab her hair tighter and hold her head firmer into place. I had been hard all day and the volume of cum my body had stored up was unusually large. The first stream shot directly into the back of her mouth. She flinched a bit, surprised at the force in which it left my body. The next few streams landed nicely in her mouth. She was overall comfortable with my cum. I can tell she'd done this before. After I finished, I said

"Let me see my cum in your mouth."

She opened her mouth wider so I could see. It was a huge load. Then I said,

"What do good girls do with cum?"

She looked at me, my cock still hard, my hand still holding her head in place close to my cock. She swallows and says,

"Swallow Master".

And I say, "Good girl! Good good girl!"

*to be continued*

As if the FBI, special agents tasked with the responsibility of locating child predators and rapists, wouldn't know the cute acronyms and phrases to child porn. These men STUDY and RESEARCH child porn collectors, enthusiasts, rapists, molesters, and downloaders. Most of the men who "love children" are beyond stupid with barely an education so they fuck up even basics of hiding their habit since they see nothing wrong with it in the first place. Then when interrogated, of course, they share all their secrets, groups they are affiliated with, and other information that the FBI compiles. The FBI now has front row seats with nearly every single ISP (internet service provider for idiots who don't know) so that they can easily track, monitor, and arrest those that trade, view, and sell "cheese pizza".

Fucking idiots, I hope all child "enthusiasts" rot in prison. You're so fucking stupid it isn't even a challenge for law enforcement. They just throw out a net and nap a shitload of you.

During the era of Hi8 home porn, I found my aunt and uncle's stash of homemade videos while babysitting for them one weekend. That's how I found out that my coolest uncle is a cuckold and my mom's sister liked black guys in hotels in groups, sometimes alone, and sometimes with other hotwives.

It was before the time when you could buy a $20 adapter and transfer it to a laptop, so I had to be content with jerking off to whatever I could over the course of a weekend.

I can tell you from experience that it is a double-edged sword to find these things. On one hand, there is not much filthier than busting a secret load to your hot-as-fuck aunt being an enthusiastic interracial pornstar, knowing that when she's out of town with my uncle, there's a good chance she's doing what I've seen her done.

On the other hand, it's so hot that it makes a lot of other porn boring in comparison.

knolee_knowles@gmail.com

Happy 4th of July!!!

Hi, if you�re offended by incest, underage sex and/or rape, read no further. On the other hand, if these subjects are your thing, well then you�re in luck. I�m going to bet that by the time you finish reading this you�ll have something very hard in your pants for me. I want to share a story about a time long ago when my horny and much older brother took full advantage of his time alone with me when I was very tiny and impressionable.

I was practically still a baby when Mark moved back into our house. Mark is my older brother from another father and at that time he was going through a separation from his wife and as a result had temporarily moved out of their apartment and into our house. I didn�t know Mark very well because he had moved out years before, way before I was even born. But I was thrilled that he was now going to be living with us. I even thought this might be a good opportunity to bond with my older brother. Besides, at the time, I think I was really in need of a father figure especially since my real dad had recently divorced my mom and moved away.

Late one night, me, Mark, my other brother, Mike who isn�t much older than me were all watching some TV in the living room while my mom was preparing to leave the house on a date. I can remember that as she walked out the door my mom shouted something to Mark about her staying out late and to not let Mike and me stay up past our bedtimes. Mark shouted back his okays and with that she was off.

I sat at one end of the couch while Mark sat at the other end. I recall that as we watched TV I was sucking enthusiastically on a lollipop. And as I continued licking, slurping and sucking on my lollipop, I noticed that Mark had stopped paying attention to the TV and was now staring intently at me. Even though the room was dark and that I wasn�t looking directly at Mark, I could still see his reflection off the coffee table glass that was in front of us. He had a bed sheet draped over his lap and I could see some aggressive movement taking place from under the blanket not to mention the steady vibration flowing through the couch. Though I didn�t realize it at the time, Mark was actually beating off to me sucking on that lollipop.

The night progressed and I continued to ignore Mark�s strange behavior. Mike on the other hand, lay on the floor�his eyes glued to the TV and he wasn�t paying any attention to Mark and me.

About an hour after my mom had left but much sooner than our usual bedtime, Mark announced to Mike out of the blue that it was his bed time and that he�d better go turn in. Mike protested and complained about it being too early for bed but Mark wasn�t hearing it. As Mike headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Mark shouted �never mind that, just head straight to your room, shut your door, and don�t come out the rest of the night.�

I felt awkward because Mark had not said anything to me about me going to bed so I started to crawl off of the couch to make my way to my room but as I did that Mark called on me silently. �Knolee, sweetheart, come here.�

�uh, huh?� I said curiously as I approached him. �I didn�t mean for you to go to bed, sweetie only your immature brother. You see, I think deep inside you�re much more mature for your age and �grown up� far more than your brother, Mike and I think you should be allowed to stay up much longer than he.�

�Really?� A smile formed on my face in delight that Mark actually thought I was mature for my age and that he�d even used the words �grown up.�

Oh, how naive I was. How could he really think I was mature, until just recently I had still been in diapers and sucking on a pacifier. Unbeknown to me, Mark was super horny and was now cooking up a plan to rape his little baby sister.

�Sure, Knolee. As far as I�m concerned, you�re a grown up little lady and should be treated as such. Unless� maybe you think I�m mistaken and should just treat you like your immature brother, Mike and send you off to bed? Is that what you want, Knolee?�

�Oh, no� no!, please don�t send me to bed. I can be grown up and I can do grown up things too.� My words made Mark�s face just light up with excitement.

�Great, Knolee. So� I think the first thing you should do as a grown up is to remove all your clothes. �huh?� I said with an open-mouth shocked look on my face.

�It�s ok, Knolee. Trust me. That�s the sort of thing grownups do when their alone and the little immature kids are away. Here let me help you. Mark turned on the lamp next to where he was sitting then reached over, lifted me into the air and placed me on the coffee table in front of him. I had no idea what he was doing and why but just dismissed it as some type of normal grown up behavior and so I just stood there on the coffee table frozen like a statue waiting for Mark�s next move.

Mark stood up in front of me and with a look of nervous anticipation he began to unbutton my shirt and then started to remove other pieces of clothing off me anxiously as if eagerly unwrapping a present.

When Mark had me down to my sox and panties he stopped and sat back down on the couch and just sat there quietly for a moment taking me in with his eyes as if trying to decide whether he should do this or not. Finally after thinking it over for a minute or two, Mark stood back up and with shaky hands he slid his fingers inside my panties and began to slowly lower them. I could see the look of pleasure on his face as he reveled my little girl parts. I heard him say something about how he loved pink skin and hairless cunts.

Just then out of nowhere, Mark crouched down and buried his nose between my legs and cupped my ass cheeks with his cold hands and pulled me in tightly, grinding my young pussy against his face while he breathed in heavily. I could feel the prickly points of his facial hair against my smooth skin and my mind was racing to try and figure out why he would want to smell me down there.

After the weird smell thingy, Mark picked me up from the table and placed me on the floor in front of him. He cupped my chin with his left hand while he reached into his boxer shorts with his right and pulled out this huge semi hard thick monster from his fly and then started running it around my face and across my lips as if trying to intimidate me with it which I must say was actually working.

Mark then sat back down on the couch and brought me in closer between his knees. He wasted no time, he reached over for my hand and wrapped it around his now very stiff rod and began an up and down regimen. As he masturbated himself with my tiny little hand he moved my hair away from my face and brought me in to meet his lips with mine. His tongue aggressively trying to force its way between my lips; after a short struggle I gave up and just opened up and let him explore the inner regions of my mouth. Mark was actually making out with his baby sister and he was savoring every second of it.

He let go of my hand but then gave it a sharp tap as if to indicate for me to continue stroking him and so I did as I was instructed.

I continued jerking him off while our mouths were locked together and our tongues were caressing one another. Both his hands now free, he started rubbing my shoulders and then my back all the way down to my perky pink tushie. He hungrily fondled my ass, legs and cunny.

I wondered how much more �grown up� the situation would get but didn�t have to wait long to find out. Mark released my mouth just enough to say some stuff but continued savoring my lips and tongue while speaking to me. �Oh, Knolee you�re so fucking hot and pretty. Your mouth tastes like candy. I bet you suck a good dick don�t ya baby?...Or are you just a little cock tease like the rest of the bitches I meet?� I wasn�t replying to him only because I had no idea what he was saying to me.

By now he was squeezing my hand tightly over his rock hard cock and stroking himself even harder while with his other hand he was fingering my asshole. I didn�t mind the stroking and mouth assault but the finger in my ass was painful. Luckily, he wasn�t in my ass very long

Mark then grabbed the sides of my head with his hands and forcefully began to pull my face down on his awaiting cock. Fear rushed through my mind and as my eyes came closer, I could actually see it twitching in anticipation. The head was red and covered with precum.

�Knolee, you fucking tease�open your fucking mouth�.� His cock pushing against my closed lips; he had to tell me twice because I wasn�t responding to him as I was frozen with fear. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He cupped my chin with his hand and squeezed the sides of my jaw firmly with his fingers and thumb until managing to force open my mouth and then began to raise his hips while forcing my head down with his other hand.
By that time, I had finally decided he was going to have his way one way or another so I just opened up and let his cock pass my lips and into my hot, moist steamy mouth.

�oooooh you hot little cunt� that feels so fucking gooood! I can feel your baby teeth, tongue and throat. You�re such a good little whore..oh, that feels so unbelievably good.� I heard him exclaim as he felt my lips wrap around his stiff prick. He immediately started bobbin my head up and down and was pushing up into me, fucking my mouth like a young tight pussy. In retrospect, it must have been a long time since he�d gotten any pussy because he was fucking my face without regard and with such lust.

Almost immediately I felt the head of his cock pushing aggressively against the opening of my throat. I was scared and didn�t want to swallow his cock. I looked up at him hoping for some mercy but that actually backfired. He must have liked me looking up at him because he asked me to continue looking at his face while he continued fucking mine.

I soon grew tired of resisting so I relaxed my throat and just let him slide in deeper which of course was what he wanted all along.

�Fuuuuck, Knolee you learn quickly. Yes, breath trough your nose, baby..yeah just like that.� My lips reached the base of his cock and the curly hairs tickled my nose. By now his thick finger had once again found its way into my tight asshole and he took pleasure in caressing my ass while fucking into my mouth.

Time passed and by now he was pulling me all the way up off his cock and then shoving me back down filing my throat with his thick cock each time and was moaning with every down stroke; all the while continuing to shout profanities at me.

Finally, my very horny brother held my head down one last time and I could feel his juice flowing down my throat pipe. �Swallow, baby, swallow�..Is what he was saying to me while pumping into me like a car at a gas station.

It felt like an eternity but he finally pulled out of my mouth and sat back in the couch with a big smirk of satisfaction permanently implanted on his face. I licked around and felt cum oozing down the sides of my lips. It didn�t taste bad and I was just glad the whole ordeal was finally over.

�Knolee, sweetie that�s the best blowjob your brother has ever had.� As if I had a clue to what he was saying.

�I think I�m going to stay here permanently now that I�ve discovered you my new little fuck toy. You and I are going have so much fun together, Knolee. But let�s keep it a secret ok. And go to bed young lady. Your mom will be home any minute and will kill me if you�re still up.

I was exhausted and my jaw was sore because of the assualt, so I sprinted off to bed. For the next two years, Mark had his way with me at any given chance and always made sure to make me promise I wouldn�t tell my mom. Eventually though, my mom discovered suck marks on my inner thighs and neck and got suspicious and she kicked Mark out of the house.

I didn�t mind Mark so much while he was there because he would take me and my friend Susie to the zoo and other fun places and would buy us stuff; just as long as we would let him touch and do naughty things to us. Ultimately, he even got to nail poor little Susie but that is a story for another time.

Well? Did I win my bet? Are you hard as a rock? If so, well congratulations to you. You�re only human and your reaction is perfectly normal. If I failed? Well nothing�s wrong with me, something�s wrong with you! Lol!

Until next time, Bye!

Love, Knolee XOXOX

Daddy uses his whores whenever, and however he chooses, their purpose is to immediately, enthusiastically, and unquestioningly obey.

I confess that I am thinking of taking my wife drinking and once she is nice and wasted, inviting over a bunch of guys to use her. She gets really enthusiastic sexually when drinking, anything goes. What do you think?