I'm looking for a girl who would like to do the following: Film yourself while reading out loud one of my erotic execution stories and masturbate to it while doing so. If you want to stay anonymous cover your face or keep your face outside the camera's scope.

Here's the story:

Imagine you got captured and they brought you to the infamous “death camp”. A military camp where girls are being raped, tortured and executed for the entertainment of the troops. The regular girls serve as personal snuff escorts. The better looking girls have to take part in absolutely perverted sex, torture and snuff live shows on stage in front of a large audience. Needless to say you belong to the second group. So only 3 days after your arrival at the camp the guards enter your cell and take you to the backstage area of the main stage. The guards hand you some sexy black stockings and order you to strip and only wear those stockings. To your surprise they also hand you a sex toy: a chain of 3 vibrating sex balls (so called Be-Wa balls). After you put on the stockings they bring you to the stage without any further explanation.

Your heart is pounding like crazy when you see the several hundred well built soldiers in the audience. Each of them staring at you, as you enter the stage almost completely naked. You hear them applauding and cheering. They seem to really look forward to this show.

The setup on the stage is pretty simple. There’s a wall in the back and the rest of the stage is empty. There are already two other beautiful girls in stockings waiting near the wall. They also hold their sex toys in their hands and it seems they don’t know what’s going on any more than you do. But there’s something else that catches your eye: At the edge of the stage about 30 feet from the wall there are 20 pretty and naked girls chained to the stage floor with spread legs. Most of them seem to be terrified. Some of them are crying. The guards lead you to the wall next to the other two girls. They order you to stand with your back to the wall and to spread your legs. You comply and two guards put cuffs around your ankles so you can’t put your legs together any more and you certainly cannot run away.

The show host enters the stage and explains the rules of this sadistic game to the audience: “As you can see we have three lovely ladies tonight. Unfortunately for them two of them won’t see the end of the evening. Only one of them will survive. Once the game starts, the ladies will place their little naughty sex toys in their pussies. Those vibrating sex balls are remote controlled. We can adjust the vibration level and therefore the amount of stimulation. The rules are simple: The girl who avoids an orgasm the longest wins the game. The two other girls who cannot control themselves will get shot to death right here, right now. We have dozens of volunteers for the firing squad. But to make it more interesting in order to fire a shot they will have to fuck one of those 20 ladies. Each member of the squad may only shoot within 10 seconds after shooting his load into the girl in front of him. So, ladies please mount you sex toys and get ready for the game of your life!”

It takes you a moment before the information sinks in… You have a hard time believing what you just heard. The thought of getting shot in front of all those people terrifies you. But you can also feel that well known tingling sensation between your legs. You hesitate to spread your cunt lips apart to insert those sex balls into your pussy, especially after you see that camera taking a close up of your exposed pussy for all the audience to see on the large video walls. Your hands are shaking but somehow you manage to push the large balls inside your surprisingly wet pussy. You hear the voice of the host: “Let the games begin!”

The balls start vibrating… you have never used this kind of sex toy before so you are surprised. The vibration feels just great… Apparently each of the balls can be adjusted individually by whoever controls them. The different vibration patterns start to drive you crazy. It’s like you’re getting fucked remotely by someone you cannot even see. You close your eyes and enjoy that feeling for a couple of seconds. As you open your eyes again you realise that about 700 good looking soldiers a starring at a closeup of your fully aroused and dripping wet pussy. Being watched like this arouses you even more. A vicious cycle starts to kick in. The more you try to relax and not get too excited the hornier you get. You feel the urge to help yourself to an even better experience by rubbing your clit, but then you remember the only rule of the game: YOU MUST NOT CUM!

Apparently the other two girls are having similar experiences. The pretty blond girl to your left starts panting and you can hear suppressed moaning sounds.

As if the whole scenario was not arousing enough you see 20 muscle packed soldiers entering the stage. One after the other opens his trousers and takes out his already hard cock. They kneel down between the spread legs of the 20 girls and start playing with their bodies. Some of the guys seem to get impatient as they already push their cocks in their girl’s pussies. Some prefer their girl’s mouth and some just start jerking it.

You take a good look at the show in front of you… most of the girls seem to be terrified, but some of them seem to enjoy their treatment. As you take a closer look you realise the gun lying next to each girl on the floor. The thought that several of those guns might be pointed at you in a couple of minutes almost gets you over the edge. You feel an orgasm building up and you try everything to fight it…. But the more you fight the more intense it gets.

As you reached the point where you almost didn’t care any more about the consequences and just accept the fact that you would cum right now you hear the blond girl next to you releasing a muffled scream… The expression on her face says it all: She apparently just had a very intense and undeniable orgasm.

After a couple of seconds the blond girl opens her eyes and the bliss of her orgasm abruptly turns into the horror of realising that she just lost the game and therefore will lose her life.

You feel kind of pity for her but at the same time you’re happy she came just seconds before you would have reached a climax. The distraction helped you to calm down a little bit and your building orgasm subsides slowly.

As you look at the 20 squad members you notice that they already got into full action, pounding their big and hard cocks mercilessly in the pretty girls’ bodies. It’s the wildest orgy you ever saw in your life. The panting and moaning gets louder and more intense every second. Only moments later the camera shows how the first soldier pulls his cock from his 18 year old blond girl and shoots his cum all over her belly. The guys enjoys his orgasm only for a second then he grabs the gun, takes aim and “bang” the first bullet of the evening slams into the blond girl just standing two meters to your left. The girls screams as it hits her right thigh.

To everyone’s surprise he then points the gun at the girl he was just fucking and shoots her directly in her cunt. The girl screams in pain and shock. Now you realise why those 20 girls have been so terrified. Apparently the soldiers are supposed to shoot their fuck toys to indicate on which body part they were aiming when shooting at the show girl.

The soldier gets up and hands the gun to next shooter in line. The next guy kneels down with his hard dick and shoves it right into the poor blond’s destroyed pussy.

The camera switches to the next guy who just sprayed his load into a pretty brunette 20 year old. He grabs the gun, takes aim and the bullet hits the girl next to you in her right chest. Apparently that was exactly where he wanted to hit her, because only seconds later he also shoots a bullet into his fuck toys right chest as well.

Then everything happens really fast. Almost at the same time 3 more guys orgasm and fire their guns at the poor blond girl next to you. She gets hit in her kneecaps, in the waist and the third bullet actually hits directly above her fuck hole. As the camera zooms in you can see that the bullet went straight into her clit and ripped the upper part of her pussy wide open.

As you watch how the shooter points his gun directly at the 19 year old’s clitoris in front of him you feel that uncontrollable urge again to give in and rub your own clit to an fantastic orgasm. The pleading and begging of the terrified girl almost gets you over the edge, and as the shooter actually pulls the trigger and the poor girl’s clit explodes in a fountain of blood you simply give up… you’re way past the point of no return. You can feel an enormous orgasm building up between your legs, the vibration of the sex toy drives you crazy and then you can’t hold it any longer. Your orgasms feels like an explosion and it seems to last forever. You enjoy every second of it, because you know it might be your last.

When you hear the host announcing that you just lost the game a second orgasm wave hits you. Now that you have nothing more to loose you will just enjoy the rest of the show.

You open your eyes and now that the next bullet might be for you, you start to look at this show a little differently. Instead of just being excited, a feeling of sheer panic and horror adds up to your mix of emotions. You watch in horror as two guys almost simultaneously shoot their sperm on two further young fuck toys. Both of them grab their guns and this time you can see the nozzles being pointed directly at you. Within 3 seconds both soldiers pull the trigger. First you feel like something bit you on your left arm… only that the “bite” gets more and more painful in fractions of second. Then you feel a gush of air just an inch below your pussy. When you see how the soldier points his gun at the pussy of his fuck toy you realise that he was actually aiming for your love canal. This time you literally dodged the bullet but it’s only a matter of time until you will get seriously hit.

The cameras show that at least 5 more guys got ready to shoot. Everything happens very fast now. You don’t even have time to see who’s aiming for you and who’s aiming for the other girl. All of the sudden you feel like someone had kicked you in the left leg but then you realise your knee had been shot. But compared to the girl next to you you were lucky. Within seconds two bullets hit her in her tits, one of them directly in her nipple. Another bullet hit her in the belly while the last one hit her vagina once again and tore it so far open that her sex toy slides right out of her and falls on the floor. You can see blood flowing out of her mouth, her lungs must have been hit. And only seconds later a bullet hits her head. Her dead body collapses next to you.

Another wave of adrenalin pushes through your body. Seeing that girl dying just next to you gave you an additional kick. The mixture of fear, excitement, humiliation and desperation gives you an incredible push for your level of arousal. You start to feel that tickling sensation between your legs again. Now that you have nothing more to loose you don’t hold back any longer and start rubbing your clit furiously. At least you still have a clit. In the last 20 minutes alone at least 10 women had lost their private parts to bullets. The thought that your womanhood could be destroyed any second now just let’s you masturbate faster and faster.

Now that the other girl is dead all the shooters focus on you naturally. Within 20 seconds you get shot in your shoulder, both of your thighs, your waist and your arm. The adrenalin and the excitement take away most of the pain but you can still feel a fair amount of it. With each shot you get closer to your orgasm. “Only a little longer… please don’t hit my cunt before I cum” are your thoughts as you rub your pussy like crazy. Your brain doesn’t even realise any longer when a bullet hits you. All you want is to feel that sensational feeling of the perfect orgasm for a very last time in your life. And suddenly there it was… that feeling that you feel when you know you can’t stop it any more. You close your eyes and experience the most intense orgasm you ever had in your life. After the first wave subsides a second and third wave comes in… Pure bliss!

When you open your eyes you see that most of the 20 girls are dead already; shot in their tits. Which means that the shooters seem to focus on your tits now. And while you have not even finished that thought you feel not one but two bullets ripp you beautiful breasts open. Suddenly you cannot breath any more. You try to exhale but instead of air a gush of blood shoots up into your mouth. You look towards your executioners and see at least 10 of the soldiers standing there with their hard cocks point their guns in your direction. Your last thought is “at least I gave them a good show”. Then you feel 4 bullets shredding your cunt to pieces and 6 further bullets shooting through your tits. Then everything turns black.

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Explosive ending!! Cum 🌋

I confess it turns me on so much when I think about treating a girl really well and making her feel incredible. I don't get off on wanting to call a girl a whore and slapping her around like most of ML seems to. I am much more likely to cum explosively when a girl says "I love you" than if she said "fuck my whore cunt".

Je bande dure ma bite va exploser, faudrait que tu me suces vite pétasse

I confess that I love watching sexy women smoke...both in person and on video. And smoking sex is nothing but hot.

A woman stroking my cock while blowing her smoke at me is a guaranteed explosion. The smell of second hand smoke sucks. But when a good looking women is exhaling it right at me it just smells like sex.

I've had four or five partners that have really gotten in to the fetish too. I'm a lucky man.

Lots of different paths up the mountain, right?

I've been playing with my best friend, Janey for over 3 years. We share everything together. And for the past few months, Janey has been teaching me about fucking her pet, Leo - a German Shepherd mix. And most lately, she's been sharing her hubby Bob as well. He's cool and fit and has a nice cock. When I'm in a cock fucking mood, it's nice to have him around.

So.............this morning Bob and Janey have me over for some brunch and fun. I was taking a break and watching Janey ride Bob when Leo comes in. I call him over and he immediately starts licking my pussy. It was full of Bob's cum and he made a good job of cleaning me out. He then started sniffing Janey's ass and licking her pussy and Bob's shaft as it went in and out. They loved the feel...I think they'd done it a lot of times before. Leo is not shy about getting into the mix. So I had an idea.

I got beside Leo, and started stroking his cock so it was full and out of its sheath...knot and all. Then I got Leo to mount Janey and guided his cock into her asshole. There was a huge squeal from Janey and a moan from Bob. He could feel Leo's cock pounding Janey through the wall of her vagina. So he stopped fucking Janey and just moved a little while Leo raped her ass. Janey screamed with her last orgasm and we all laughed. Janey feigned displeasure at me and then smiled. You really got to try this.

So she got off Bob and I mounted his shaft. I leaned forward, and let my boobs brush his face. He took the hint and started to suck and nibble on my nipples. I sensuously moved on his cock while Janey got Leo all worked up again. When Leo mounted me, it was like an explosion of sensation. I've played with DP'ing toys, or putting a dildo in my ass when Bob was fucking me, but this was something totally new. Leo cock pounded me so quickly, and I could feel Bob's cock even more with Leo's cock pressing against it. We all came hard and fast.

That's it...no real end to this story. I just got home. I'm thinking I need a doggy shaped dildo for my collection.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

Our next door neighbors are really nice. They are a couple in their mid-40's. Janice has a tight body and big boobs. I've loved watching her from my house. She is so beautiful and I've wanted to get to know her a lot better. I fantasize about her and her husband a lot.

Yesterday was a particularly hot day. Everyone was gone, and I was sunning myself in my backyard. Janice noticed me and told me I could come over and use her pool to cool off if I wanted. So I went over. I was wearing my bikini and dove right in. After a while, she came out with some towels and lay down in the sun. She was just wearing her bikini bottoms and looked so beautiful. I wanted to be near her so I got out of the pool and lay down on a towel beside her. After a while of chatting, she told me I was getting a little pink on my back and offered to put some sunscreen on me. I said sure.

As I lay in the warmth of the sun, I felt the ties to my top come untied and set aside. Then I felt the cool, silky softness of Janice's hands on my back. Slowly and sensuously they moved over my shoulders back and sides. She caressed the sides of my boobs as I lay on my stomach. And she worked her way down to my waist. With a little extra lotion, she moved her hand under the waist of my bikini bottom. It felt so good. I made a sound and shifted my hips hoping to give her the right impression. She took my hint and went deeper. I felt her hand gliding over my butt. Then I felt the ties at my hips loosen and a slight breeze glide over my ass. She lay down beside me and I felt her tits against my back. "Do you want me to go farther?" All I could do was give a low moan and lift my hips to meet her hand.

I passed into a different world. All was sensation and longing. Her slim fingers danced and caressed my slit. I spread my legs wider to give her more access and I lost myself in feelings I had never felt before. Her fingers slid easily along my wet slit. My hips moved up and down against her wandering hand. In a instant two fingers slipped deep inside, and her thumb was drawing circles on my asshole. I could not believe the feeling. She reached places I could never reach and found nerves I didn't know I had. I couldn't help myself, I pushed up against her thumb and shook all over as it pushed deep into my ass. I was full of sensation and desire and lust. I squirmed as she penetrated me and I lifted my pelvis lewdly toward the sky. I rocked on my knees as she reached under me to hold me tit secure and started to fuck my pussy and ass with her other hand. I think all four fingers were in my pussy and her thumb was all the way up my ass. I felt full and the pressure sent electricity to my nipples and clit.

"You want to cum, baby?" she purred in perfect control. I was completely out of control and I begged her to fuck me. So she savagely fucked me - both holes - hard and fast as she ordered me to cum. I heard a high pitched squeal coming from my throat. I could no longer control my body. My entire body seek to be vibrating and I could not help myself from clenching every muscle. And still she kept on...savage, merciless, god-like...pushing me to the edge and then over. There was an explosion and blackness and I was shattered. I could hear the shards of a million pieces of glass tinkling against a pavement. I was used up and motionless, panting and sweating in the aftermath. And there was Janice, holding me and comforting me. Kissing my tears and licking the cum from her fingers. She licked me and cleaned me up. It seemed hours before I could move.

We started a very special relationship that day.

So my mother-in-law decided she wanted to visit us on Mother's Day. I come up with a plan and offer to drop her and the wife off at the nail salon. They're all excited, nails done, hair done, I get an hour and a half to go find something to do. That something turned out to be a strip club where 2 25 year old Latinas pampered me. I thought about dances from one, then I thought about dances from the other. I asked if they did a doubles and they did. I have a weakness for Latina's, and they both had huge racks, so there ya go I'm doing a doubles.

They take me in back, clothes come off, fun was had by all. LOTS of oral. Never had 2 women sucking on me before which was fucking awesome. They completely drained the life out of me. I've never blown a load that hard before (wrapped so I'm good). Pounded both because it was offered, had a 2nd pop in the other one's mouth (again wrapped). In and out in an hour. I hit up a local store for a soda and head back to the hair/nail place.

Wife looks stunning (she's a pale redhead), mother in law is all smiles. We do a late lunch, I'm 100% relaxed. Mother-in-Law is dropped off at home. I'm so relaxed I ask the wife about movie and dinner (reversed it since we just had a late lunch). She picks the movie, some rom/com thing in empty theater. I spend the first 20 minutes fingering her past a couple O's... just because. She's now horny as fuck. We tease back and forth rest of the movie. In the parking lot she tries to suck me off like a woman half her age. It's fun, I enjoyed it, but the strippers left me empty and she doesn't know that. I eventually finger her to another O, my cock still in her mouth, and claim victory with that and we go to dinner.

Nice dinner, lots of candle light and some teasing (we were in a booth). Took her out dancing after just because. She came home with new nails, new hair, freshly fucked face and a smile ear to ear. I came home totally relaxed. More fun in the bedroom, multiple positions. When I get her doggy I've got the oil out and I thought "why not?" I started gentle with a finger. She wasn't sure at first. It's been years since I tried... but she was willing and relaxed and yeah I ass fucked her hard. Balls deep in her tight ass.

That's what it took. The woman has no clue. Her and her mom got their hair and nails done. I got sucked off by 2 amazing latinas with beautiful long nails. They drained my balls twice. I was so empty my wife couldn't even suck me off as a thank you and now here I am balls deep in her ass.... it was a fucking explosion. I saw stars as my head rushed and whatever was left pumped out of me and down her crack. Talk about "Happy Mother's Day" good thing I'm fixed so who cares if it drips in her pussy or not.

I confess ehat I did was I helped in part of a response that was developed there at the church to basically protect our staff whenever Mr. Henson would come out on the road. And what I mean by that is, when he would come I would have to leave my duties, whatever they were, and literally just run outside and keep our staff from going near the highway, and also at times keep them from going underneath the tunnel. Because we didn't know if possible he would throw a bomb or explosives device over and injure or kill someone.

Love to watch my girl with a strange cock in her mouth! Gets my nutsack in explosion mode

I confess... that I hooked up with a guy from craiglist last night. I'm 23yo and just onut of a 2 year relationship with my GF , I have always been Bi-curious. So when I saw my chance on craiglist I thought I'd take the first step and suck my 1st cock! [Boy was I wrong , this was going to be more than that!] I reaplied to the add and met him in the street he stated. He was a black lad , called Tyron. He said we could go back to his place. Which was only round the corner. It was a little run down place , he sat on the sofa and got his cock out. IT WAS HUGE!!! At least 11 inches and about as thick as my wrist. I got on my knees and he said "Well! Suck it then bitch?" And forced my head down on his bellend , I could barely fit the head in my mouth but i sucked and licked , I got my cock out too and started to wank off. He was groaning loud as i sucked and grabbed the back of my head with both hands and groaned "Deeper slut , deeper!" He started pulling my head by the hair as if sliding on a condom as his dark meat slid down my throat. I could barely breathe as he slid in the entire length, his balls were on my chin and my nose was against his belly. He then started to buck his hips and LITERALLY fuck my face , And before i choked to death he pulled out. I lay on the floor retching. He just said "get up , your not finished!" This time i was ready , he fucked my mouth harder this time , pushing my head with so much force he was literally fucking my throat. He stop thrusting and held my head speared on his cock , I heard him grunt , felt his balls tighten and his cum gushed down my throat. His hips bucked twice more and he let go of my head. I fell to the floor choking yet again , stomach and mouth filled with his seed. He wanked the last few drops of cum out on my face whilst I lay prone on the floor. He walked off and came back a few mins later with a towel and two cups of coffee. I thanked him for the towel , and sat on the chair and drank the coffee , he just looked at me and said "you suck well for a newbie!" , the coffee was bitter , i drank it all and my head swam. Then I passed out. When i woke up I was in pain , I was now naked in a room on a bed. Underneath me i felt the heat of a body and in my nether a humongous trunk of a penis was pumping me. I heard a voice to my left say "oh good the sluts awake" it was Tyron now naked with another black lad at his side. The lad to Tyron's sides cock was even bigger , he wanked his monsterous cock slowly , erect is looked 13 inches!!! Underneath me the black lad fucked his python even harder and deeper , it was like being fisted to the elbow. As the body below me pulled back the anxiety of the next thrust was overwhelming, then he slammed it back into me like a sledgehammer. Each thrust felt like explosives were going off inside me from my asshole through to my lower intestine. It was scary but exciting and pleasureable at the same time. I couldn't cry out in pleasure or pain as Tyron had stuffed my mouth again. I could barely breathe but the asphyxiation along with the monster pounding me... it was exhilarating! This carried on for 20/30 minutes , i could feel the sweat on the chest of the man below me , and the sweat dripping off of Tyrons face and chest dripped on me. Then the 3rd silent strange stepped up. I gasped and choked as he too fed his cable into my arse ,my hole had never been stretched so far in my entire life. At that point my cock went ridged and i could hold back no longer... I cried out like a banshee!!! It felt like my anal muscles were going to snap with these two hard hot pistons plowing me. They pumped me like this for over an hour , they were relentless. During that time I came twice ,spraying spunk all over my stomach and chest. The constant pummelling prostrate was the only enjoyment i recieved. These 3 black lads were trying hard to break me ,and they tried real hard. My heart was racing so hard it hurt and i was running out of breath faster that i could breathe it in. And then the avalanche started... Tyron came ,and then the two monsters in my colon exploded. I too came , so hard infact that i passed out. They must have used me all night because the next thing i remember is opening my eyes and i'm sat on a park bench , clothed. But with a wet feeling in my jeans which was a combination of my cum and their seed leaking outta my colon. My face and neck were still plastered with cum , and the salty taste was still in my mouth. I hailed a cab and it took me home , all sunday [today] , i have layed in bed with mixed emotions about the even, yes its was "gang rape" , but i the orgasms i had were the hardest of my life... Has anyone had anything like this happen to them?

My sister is encouraging me to put any racial feelings aside and get blacked by any black dick that is available. I want to be filled with warm nut after a balls deep throbbing explosion of black love 

Odd conversation with a female coworker after hours at the bar. Somehow we got on the subject of Easter, and how it's Christians plastering over Pagans. That in turn led to conversations about how Pagans celebrated by having orgies. One of the theories was that so much pheromones were released that anyone present would have a religious experience.

Anyhow a couple months later we end up at a work conference. After work hours we have drinks, same conversation creeps up. As a joke on my personal phone I bring up the closest swing club... they have orgies on Saturdays. It's Friday night. She says we should go. For a guy to go is expensive. Ladies are free. Couples were like $40. She hands me a $20, says she's in tomorrow night, meet at the hotel bar.

Saturday night I assume she forgot, she bluffed etc...nope. So we drive down. She's not even nervous. We do the couple thing, take the tour, catered meal, football game on. I'm still shocked she's there. Around 10pm we head outside, see the stars, walk the grounds (huge property like golf course size). We actually heard it before we saw it. 30+ people, all races, all ages, all sizes, going at it as multiple groups. No warning, no sign, no hey you're gonna have this seared in your mind... just BAM... naked random sex and not all of it pretty. She smiles. I smile. It's awkward but we don't want to laugh and offend anyone. We pick a hill out of earshot and just watch, place really felt like a golf course. There's whispered jokes about 3 and 4 and where everything is going. It's like a running football commentary but we're downwind and whispering, so they won't hear it. I ask about the pheromones. She's giggling, somewhat turned on, giddy really. Before I know it my pants are unzipped and her hand is down there.

It's weird. It's unexpected. I just sort of went with it. Hands followed by lips followed by the amazing feeling of her mouth sliding down my cock. She worked me hard for a good 15 minutes. I gently reached down, panties were soaked. Gentle teases with my fingers and she's moaning on my cock. Her moans are joined by others in the group. Clearly we've tapped into a collective energy. See it, hear it, feel it, pure sensory overload. I easily pushed her over the edge and she wet herself. She worked twice as hard, popped off begging for a mouthful, and when my willpower vanished I filled her throat. 5 very full, very long bursts. To her credit she swallowed it.

That's when we noticed the other 4 couples slightly behind us. All of them clearly celebrating in their own way. That led to invites to help others hit their mark. Fingers, hands, mouths It was crazy. Coworker and another woman both took guys from behind. I'm there like a Christmas angel at the top as they alternate between hands, tongues, and mouths. Sec time I only manage 3 bursts, shorter, but more intense. A third woman puts her massive breasts to my lips as her stud pounds her relentlessly. I'm licking rock hard nipples, someone else is teasing me even though I'm spent and this woman is seriously losing it. I slide to the left and my coworker opens her legs and just buries the woman's face in her snatch. Loud muffled moans followed by my coworker moaning even louder. Two guys each get their cocks in the woman's hand. Two more get in my co-workers hands. I narrowly avoided a sword fight as she arches back and throats me in reverse.

What a view. 2cocks about to explode in her hands. Two cocks about to explode in the other woman's hands. Stud still pounding her relentlessly forcing her to each my coworker. I lost it. No shit I've never gone 3 times in an hour but fuck did I ever go. I fucked her throat just as hard until I went, she went, other woman went, 2 cocks exploded on my co-workers tits. Two more exploded near her legs and on the other woman's face, hair, and back. The stud clearly blew a deep one. I'm pretty sure that woman wasn't getting up right away. Some of the other women had been kissing their partners backs or helped jerk them. Some were with other groups. It took a minute to realize the orgy we'd previously watched was now our audience.

There's this odd feeling of exhausted religious euphoria. My coworker needed a shower (she took one at the club). We cleaned up, dressed, ate (fucking starved after that) and left. In the car I found out the other guy hadn't fucked her, just fingered the crap out of her. She didn't trust anyone so it was all oral and fingers. She tells me this as she asked me to pull over. Car off, seat back, she rode me like a woman possessed. Holy shit, 4th and final explosion, real deep, made her physically tremble as she started sobbing.

We spent the night at the hotel, flew home to our spouses Sunday. Boy Monday was interesting!

To be clear this isn't a story. Not sure how I feel about it but I'm not saying a thing to my wife about it. I am getting tested Tuesday. Everything I've read says my chances of STD are low... except for that last nut... so we'll see. Bright side I'm snipped, so no unexpected baby!

Fun in france round the pool

I used to work over in the South of France were the weather in the summer was beautiful. Three of the lads I worked with used to rent a villa which had a swimming pool in the garden and its own personal grounds surrounded by a low wall, a road and pathway running by the villa one side and a simular neighbouring villa to which a couple also from the UK rented in there mid 20's lived.

One weekend my two room mates had decided to go home for the weekend, leaving me to the villa and pool for the weekend all to myself. During the Saturday afternoon the weather was amazing, me been outside in my short by the pool taking the occasional dip in the pool to cool off an sun bathing taking in the rays. After a few hours had passed I started to feel a little Horny on the sun lounger, an thinking naughty thoughts making my cock become all erect in my shorts. The naughty thoughts that ran though my head making me more and more horny every second and my tip of my cock tingle. I had to start touching my cock though my shorts with long strokes up and down my crouch, cupping my swollen ball now an then. I was super horny now and I had forgotten I was outside round the pool to be honest with you, I was just having a amazing feeling running though my body. I could not resist no longer I had to get my cock out and stroke it properly, at which time I slipped my short down to my ankles and flipped them off. My naked body exposed to the elements, an not even thinking about anybody driving or walking by would be able to see my naked body an huge hard on. I just could not resist, I started to stroke my cock up an down my shaft, slow long sweeping movements as my hips gyrated with every stroke, as my other hand ran across my body making me tingle all over. Hearing the occasional car going by really got me going an reminded me I was outside in the open, thinking people could be seeing or even watching me pleasure myself.

What seemed like hours went by but probably more like 15 minutes went by as I stroked my hard cock thrusting it through my hand enjoying myself, I suddendly heard giggles coming from over the wall, I quickly opened my eyes reaching down for my shorts to cover up quick. I then looks over to by the wall an there was two ladies I would say in there early to mid 30s one been blonde id say a size 14, the other a brunette an probably a size 12 from what I could see smiling at each other an looking over to me. The blonde lady shouted over

"ne vous arrêtez pas"

which means

"do not stop"

in French. Feeling a little worried been caught I was a little shy at first but after they shouted again, I thought what the hell I have been caught, I am even hornier now than I was initially an they want to watch.

So I pulled my shorts away again an continued to stroke my long hard cock as I had been doing before, I was feeling the tip of my cock producing pre-cum an slowly running my other hand down to my cock I rubbed my finger over tip of my cock, so I had the pre-cum on my finger an slowly licked the pre-cum from my finger. It was so warm an a little salty but not nasty. I was so so horny now knowing I was been watched as well by at least two people that I knew off. I continued stroking knowing I was getting very very close to shooting my load. I just knew I had to take my hot sticky cum in my own mouth. I wanted that hot sticky salty taste in my mouth which I had done before, but no one had seen or knew I cum in my own mouth an liked to swallow it. So without even thinking twice I moved down the sun lounger slightly an rolled my legs over the back off my head so that my cock was right above my mouth waiting for the explosion of hot sticky cum, I felt my body tingle all over as I rubbed my cock faster and faster, an it happend the release off pleasure, as I moaned an hot sticky warm cum filled my mouth which was slightly salty but with a nice bitter sweet taste only people who have tasted cum will know. An swallowed the lot down as the last drops dripped from the tip of my cock.

Then the horniness quickly subsided to which I remembered I was outside and two sexy women at least had just watched me. I lowered my legs from over my head an looked over to the wall to where the women were standing with heir mobile phones an started grinning an applaud me, to which settled my nervous an heartbeat slightly. I quickly grabbed my short an slipped them back on an went inside the villa giving the ladies a little wink an wave as they slowly turned an walked away down the street.

A few weeks had gone by and many a good night pleasuring myself thinking off that day, an how horny it was knowing the two french women had definitely watched me and wondering who else had possibly seen me be naughty that day by the pool.

That night we had a lot off people from work around for a nice barbecue an a few drinks. The couple Becky and Sam from the villa next store were invited to come by us. As the night progressed an the drinks flowed, the Becky and Sam came over and sat with me on the bench outside while others had gone inside for a little bit of rest from the sun. I could see they were looking at each other an then at me after saying the general introductions as you do when sitting down next to someone.

Then Becky leaned over to me an whispered in my ear,

" Me and Sam seen you by the pool the other week".

My body shuddered knowing what they had saw, I must have gone bright red, what seemed like a age of silence between all 3 off us Sam said,

"dont worry mate. Me and especially Becky found it so hot watching you by the pool, she got super horny an we started to fuck each other as we watched you through the patio window. Becky was so horny specially when you cum in your mouth, You made her orgasm so loud as I took her doggy style, I had never felt her pussy muscles contract that much before it was amazing".

We all paused again an Becky said,

"do not worry we will not tell anyone, it will be our little secret. But make sure you let us know when you are going to do that again. We would love to watch" then winked at me.

To which I replied

"I am glad you enjoyed watching me. Maybe I could show u both again sometime in a more private show, an explained that I was pleased that they were not grossed out by it or wanted to call the cops"

We all just giggled an got on with a enjoyable evening.

One month later I had to leave for a new job, without having them watch again which was a little disappointing. But to this day that memory of Becky an Sam watching and the two french women, an who ever else seen that day makes me really horny an wanting to do it again. I still to this day wonder who else seen the vids an pics the two french women invetiably took on there mobile phones maybe there even on here somewhere, an who seen driving or walking by.

LETS HOPE IT HAPPENS AGAIN SOMETIME.

Part A4: Ladies Nights Out [for all the other stories pm me, I can send you the links]
Hey guys :-** me again Anna. So this is again before my wedding. Another one of Patty's crazy ideas. Well... She had some game in mind. Haley was with us this time... We went to a lesbian bar. Now, its not exclusive for women or anything, it just had a reputation. When we were standing in front of the door, Patty told us the task of the night: Get as many women as possible to touch you. Haley and me werent really going for it, but Patty would try her best of course.

When we got in and sat down at our table, I looked around. Some of the girls were definitely not my type, but there were some really good looking ones as well. I noticed that we got a lot of looks when we came in. Patty got us some drinks. She got some looks, no wonder when she was walking around in that short tight red dress. I couldnt even see a bra underneath I was almost sure she didnt wear any. We had our first drinks and chatted a little. We hadnt had a chance to talk as 3 a lot. Patty told us about how boring school was. She did most of the talking anyway. When she went a second time to get drinks, it took longer because she obviously flirted with a girl at the bar. When she came back she didnt comment on that at all though.
Next round was on Haley. Haley wore tight jeans and a white tank top. A girl sitting close to her at the bar talked to her for a while. I even saw her blush and she almost forgot our drinks on the way back.
H:"This is weird."
P:"What? Dont you like beautiful girls?"
H:"Well yes but..."
P:"But what?"
Me:"I think what she wants to say is that she is not gay."
P:"Well so what? Loosen up a little, try something new."
H:"I dont know..."
P:"Come on, dont be a coward."
Me:"You know, she's not all wrong. Maybe you should try talking to that girl."
H:"I really dont know."
P:"Look she is already looking over. Again."
Me:"What, are you jealous?"
P:"ME? No way. I'll show you how jealous I am."

She went to the bar and after a short conversation kissed the girl she flirted with before. Then Patty led the girl up a flight of stairs. I took Haley to the bar and sat her next to the girl she talked to before. I went back to the table and watched her for afar. Soon the girl kissed her. It was an innocent kiss. The girl got up and led Haley up the stairs as well. I felt alone so I followed them. Upstairs there were many couches. Only a few were filled though. I looked for Haley and found her soon. She was still kissing that girl. She still looked cute and innocent. And that really turned me on. I sat on a couch with the back to the stairs. Now I also saw Patty. She had already dropped one of her straps, I couldnt see her tit from my perspective. I could see the other girls tits though. They were kissing and fingering each other. I couldnt help myself and started masturbating. My pussy was wet already. When I looked up at Haley again, they were already caressing each other as well. I couldnt hold back anymore and started fingering my pussy. I was so fixed on Haley and Patty that I didnt see the woman coming. She just sat next to me and said "Do you like what you see?"
I jumped, removing my hand from my crotch. It was woman around my age. She laughed. "Dont worry, I like watching too. Do you mind if I join you?"
I didnt answer and just looked at Haley and Patty again.
The woman said "You can go on ... help yourself...I will do the same."
She spread her legs and started fingering her perfectly shaved pussy. I couldnt look away. Slowly I began masturbating again. I looked at the woman again. She smiled at me. We both watched my sisters in silence. Patty was naked to the waist, scissoring the other girl. Haley Was still just kissing, but her girl had a hand on her thighs as well. And suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh as well. I looked at the hand of the woman next to me. She said "do you mind ..."
Her hand went to my pussy and I sighed a little. The woman took that as her answer and really went for it. I spread my legs then close them again.
Me:"I... I dont know... I've a fiancé.."
Her:"And I have a husband. But men dont know how to finger you..."
I just let her have her way with me. I came after just a few more seconds, going "uhggghghg"
Her:"see? Told you."
She didnt stop though. I kept staring at Haley and Patty. I could feel the second orgasm coming. Stronger. More explosive. And when it came, I squirted all over the couch. Finally her hand retreated. I had my eyes closed and when I opened them the woman next to me was gone. Patty was done soon after and Haley followed. When we were outside, Patty bragged about how much fun she had. Haley was super quiet. After we had let Patty out at home, I talked to Haley.
Me:"Why are you so quiet? Come on you can tell me!"
H:"I... I just never had such a strong orgasm as tonight..."
Me:"Why do you look so upset then?"
H:"I... I'm just afraid I wont find any man who can please me like that."
I immediately thought of SAM. Altough he lacked the fingering skills, he could still make me cum just as hard and even harder.
H:"What are you thinking about? You just bit your lip like you were thinking of something ... erotic."
Me:"I did. I'm sure you'll meet somebody who can please you just like that girl tonight." What I didnt say was - I'm not sure if you're going to fuck him though. He is mine.
H:"I hope you are right..."
Me:"I know I am."

Hope you enjoyed Part A4 guys :-*** love you all :-)

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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!

As I lay me down to sleep my Throbbing cock for you to keep for if you put it in your mouth a big explosion will CUM on out!

this is my very first post on here so stick with me!

We can start the night by firing up the bike and head out on a cruise maybe a drink maybe a dinner who know's!
we cruise and enjoy the evening's setting sun till we find a nice secluded spot of our own.
as we lie there watching the sun set we talk and share a few laughs well into the night

as the moon rises and the stars sparkle in your eyes i softly kiss your lips .Very slow and passionitly
as my strong firm hands brace your cheek you slowly move closer . Wraping your arms around me
and our bodys combine your legs intwined with mine as we lay there in the moonlight !

You rise up and roll me over and stradle my lap as you slowly lean in and kiss me agian with a
huge mischievous grin . i catch glimpses of the light softly flickering thru your hair as your lips and mine
combine for a very long , passionate , loving embrace interrupted only by the soft playful nibble on your lip

as you sit up you playfuly and seductivly remove your shirt exposing your gorgeous chest . As the
twinkles of the stars glissen off your skin i softly kiss your chest . Long soft teasing kisses slowly working
my way upward to your neck as i gently nibble and kiss my way back to you soft waiting lips !

as your breath starts getting a little heavier and you hips start to gently grind i continue to try to savor
every flavor your gorgeous skin has to offer!

i roll you to your back as my had softly explores the folds of your tentalizing body softly upward as i reach
your face i brush the hair out of your face and cup you cheek in my hand as lip soft warm lips gently press to yours

my slowly growing cock firmly pressing against my jeans pushing against yours as our lips combine in a passionate kiss to remember

as i kiss my way down your chest and stomach slowly as i unbutton your pants and slowly sliding then down and off as your long sensious legs work their way out of them i i start kissing your ankles and nibble my way downward very slow and teasingly

closer and closer towards your warm wet waiting pussy as i aproach it i slowly let my breath teasingly tentalize your warm puckered lips before softly grazing the lips with the very tip of my tounge before gently sliding it in very slow

as my tounge slowly explores the folds of your soaked waiting pussy your breathing starts to rise as i reach your swollen eager clit i gently spead your lips with my fingers as my tounge softly flicks the tip of your clit causing your body to softly squirm

my breath intimatly caressing the folds of you tender and wet pussy with each flick of my toung your hips slowly start bucking agianst me harder and harder with each thrust !

i slowly run my arms around your hips as you draw your legs up and brace your feet on my shoulders a my hands run around and firmly grip your hips bracing you in place as my toung engulfs your clit

as you gasp and let out a soft moan your hands find mine and our finger intwine as my toung devour's your clit softly stroking it up and down pausing only to nibble on your lips or the ocasional thrust into your warm sweet hole just to keep your attention

one of your hands finds its way to grip the back of my head as you moan and buck agianst me harder and harder witch each stroke of my tounge or lips your soft gentle moans slowly become soft groaning as i feel your toes curl and grip onto my back witch fuels me even more so i strive harder to please with each flick you get closer and closer to where i want you

as i feel your legs tense and your body starts to quiver i know you are close so i slide my hand off your hip and pull it around and softly glide one single finger in your soaked pussy deeper and deeper and your groans become a soft scream of extasy as i reach my knuckle i softly start to gyrate my finger as my lips caress your starving clit with no mercy

as your toes curl even tighter and your body tightens you bite your lip and moan loudly followed by a huge sigh as your body colapses like puddy for me to mold in my hands

i slowly slide my finger out and back in taking my time to enjoy ever sec of it n watching your smile as you see me and grin back i give your clit a firm suck as your moan and throw your head back with pleasure

you draw your legs up trying to wrap your legs around my head as i slowly start to pound your pussy with my finger as my tounge tries to suck your pussy dry of every drop you have to offer

it doesnt take long before your waiting pussy explodes into my mouth agian as you start to convulse with pleasure smilling from ear to ear

i quickly slide my pants off and slowly start kissing my way back up your bueatiful oasis of a body higher n higher till i reach your waiting lips still panting of pleasure

as i softly kiss your lips i end it with a gentle nibble as my rock hard throbing cock softly pushes agianst your wet and swollen lips teasingly

i shift my hips so my cock rests on top of your clit so the harder you try to grind against me the more my warm hard shaft slides against your tender clit

with every thrust of my hips it grinds agianst you causing you to burry your head into my shoulder as your legs wrap around my waist with anticipation

i softly start to kiss and nibble your neck as you gently dig yur nails into my shoulder blades

i softly withdraw my hips as your river over flows with pleasure again as your body quivers trying to recover with one long strong thrust i burry every inch i have to offer as deep as i can reach !

with a loud scream of pleasure your legs wrap around my waist and pull me against you with a loving embrace

as i brace one hand on your hip i kiss you as i slowly start sliding out and in over and over with every thrust you throw your hips against me as our hips clang together harder and harder as we get faster and faster

i slowly ease my hands down and loop them under your legs pulling them upward as i rise up and slowly pull all the way out and slowly push all the way in over and over as you grip my wrist's and throw your head back as you bite your lip

i slowly get harder and harder as your grip tighter and tighter as i pick up the pace grinding a lil with every thrust of my forceful hips as you squeeze me with your fine ass long legs as you explode in a screaming explosion yet again

before your body can recover i roll you over on your stomach as i stradle your legs and slowly slide my warm swollen cock into your pussy flooded with your natural lube

as i slide in you bury your head as i grab your hip and thrust into you..........

ok that is all you get for the moment but what do you think so far ?

i confess i lied to you all about being a writer for TWD. but i assure you, I AM a janitor at AMC and i happened to find an editor's script of the season finale. MASSIVE SPOILERS:

Rick's group decides to booby-trap the prison using explosives taken from Morgan then leave. The Governor and his men arrive and furiously attack the prison with heavy weaponry. seeing no one outside the go to the door, Allen opens it triggering an explosion. only a few more troops remain. They, along with The Governor, reach the holding cells inside. The Governor finds a note written by Rick that reads "Welcome to the Tombs". a close up shot of the emotionless face of The Governor, then cut to a shot the prison exploding. the note was a booby trap. Rick's group arrive at Woodbury. dialogue of surviving, how bad The Governor was, a new beginning etc etc. a truck arrives. its a severely burned The Governor. he reveals has Daryl tied up then, in front of everyone, angrily shoots him.

Morning edging for a big explosion. Anyone wanna help?

i confess that no i dont work for TWD production crew, but my uncle's best friend's step-brother happens to be a janitor down at AMC. he found an actor's script overnight and read through it. he gave me an in depth description of the season finale. read at your own risk. MASSIVE SPOILERS.

Rick's group decide to abandon the prison. they booby trap the prison with explosives taken from Morgan then leave. when the Governor's army arrives they open fire on the prison in rage with heavy weaponry. realising no one is outside they approach the door. Allen opens the door triggering an explosion killing several men. few men remain. they reach the holding cells. the Governor finds a note written by Rick that reads "Welcome to the Tombs". the note triggers a large explosion. the prison is destroyed. cut to Rick's group at Woodbury telling of how evil the Governor was. a truck arrives, its the Governor, burnt and injured. he has Daryl tied and shoots him in the head.

She can make a sex explosion!

Id like to tell you a story about our new house that myself and my wife have moved into. It's a beautiful 2 bedroom, one bedroom is tiny,house with everything furnished and the rent isn't bad either. The landlord built for his mother-in-law, it at the end of his yard. It has a small garden, fenced in. His mother-in-law passed away about 2 months before we moved in. We really got lucky.

Things were going great until my wife had things stolen from her, not from inside the house but from the clothes she had drying outside. It was her underwear, bras and panties. She didn't get too upset until some of her more expensive lingerie disappeared. It wasn't every time she was drying her clothes but about every second weekend. I found out that, every second weekend, the landlords son came to visit. I didn't know that the landlord and his wife had separated and he had visitation every time her underwear went missing. Just to be sure I installed an infrared trail camera, out of sight but I was able to see enough. Sure enough the next time the son came for the weekend, my app for the camera, messaged me that something set it off. My wife knew I was setting up the camera but I didn't let her know that the camera was recording. I went from the sitting room, where we were watching TV, to the kitchen so I could see what set the camera off. I could see someone snooping around the yard and making his way to the clothes that were drying, but I couldn't see who. At that exact time my wife's TV program ended and she came into me to say goodnight and up to the bedroom she went. I kept an eye on my phone to see if it would show the culprits face. I could see the bedroom brightening up after my wife turning on the light and then getting darker from her shutting the curtains. With that the figure went from the drying clothes to the bedroom window where my wife was getting ready for bed. Even though I saw all of this happening, I didn't do a thing. I didn't turn on the yard light, I didn't go outside to chase the person away and I never told my wife someone was at the window. All I did was watch, on my phone, this person spying on my wife. I kind of enjoyed it. The next day my wife came into me wanting to find out about what the camera spotted because her underwear had gone missing again. I told her that the batteries must have been dead because nothing was recorded. We'll try again tonight.

It has to be the son.

The following night nothing happened. The camera was never tripped. Visitation was over and the landlords son went back to his mother. 2 weeks later and I'll be ready.

The more I thought about it I was loving the thought of my wife being spied on. 

Visitation weekend was here. I set the trap. I snucked my wife's gstrings, 4, and her fanciest most colorful bras out and I closed the bedroom curtains, leaving a big gap, revealing, most of the room, just hoping my wife didn't notice. 

I opened a bottle of wine and we sat watching a movie just chilling. The movie ended and we were chatting, when my phone notification dings letting me know that something set off the hidden camera. The bate was taken.

I told the wife that I was going to bed after I tidied the kitchen and started to take the wine glasses and bottle to the kitchen. With that my wife said that she'll head off to bed. I examined my phone, and sure enough, I could see someone at her lingerie that I hung up. This time I could make out that he was rubbing himself with one of her undies, he was wanking on her underwear. The yard, in one patch, lit up. I can see our bedroom light was after being turned on, my wife was, now , getting ready for bed. With that the voyeur scooted over to the window and to my delight, and the window spy, she never noticed the curtains not being pulled completely. He was right up to the window, going slightly to the left and back to the right, following my wife as she walked around. Then I see he has his phone turned on, he starts to record her. With the light from his phone shinig slightly on his face, I get the biggest surprise, its not our landlords son, it's the LANDLORD.

I rushed to the bedroom, not to close the curtains but to give a better view for the landlord. I entered the room and my wife was just walking around with only her panties on. Her ass was swallowing her panties, her 2 cheeks just munching them.  I grabbed her from behind and started to nibble on her neck and at the same time walked her closer to the window giving the, window peep, a clear view of my half naked wife. I ran my hands up her ribs, catching her shoulders and arching her back , which thrusted her C cup breast toward the window. I then slid my hands slowly back down her ribs to her thighs as far as I could and back up between her now parted legs but I perpously didn't go ne'er her pussy. Back up her rids not going at get tits and back between her legs not fingering her pussy. She was giving my bulge an unbelievable grinding with her ass. I finally rubbed her pussy which had her panties soaking wet. She went from grinding on my bulge to trying to get my fingers to enter her pussy with my fingers. I turned her around which had her ass facing the window and she was really gyrating her hips on my now throbbing dick. This was my first time being filmed and I was really trying to put on a show for our landlord. Without any coaxing, my wife put her two hands down my shorts and pulls out my dick and starts to give me a BJ. turning her slightly so I can give our peeping Tom a better viewing. Eventually I guided to the bed, I faced her pussy towards the window. She started back giving me my dick licking and I started at her now dripping wet pussy. I started to take her panties off when she reached down herself and pulled them down a small bit and then kicked her legs until they were off. There we were, my wife, giving me a side headed blow job with her legs spread, with me squeezing  her breasts with one hand and fingering her with the other one, exposing herself to be filmed. I caught one of her hands and tried to have her finger herself with no luck. I was determined to have her play with her pussy and after a bit I placed my hand on top for hers, placed it on her wet pussy and I stated to play with her in-between her fingers. I could feel her starting to really enjoy this. I eventually placed my fingers on top of hers and started to rub her clitress with her fingers, which were being controlled by mine. Before long I could feel that she wasn't being controlled by my fingers anymore. She was taking over herself. Not to startle her, i slowly took my hand away, BINGO, she was masturbating herself. Her legs spread wide, her fingers were all over her clit and disappearing into her pussy. Her blowjob on me was being forgotten about, as she starts giving off this, high pitched, hum. I've heard that noise often before. It means she's bringing herself to a climax. Her knees start to close together, with her body starting to shake. I whispered to her to try to keep her legs open and she only had to be asked once. She had them spread the widest I've seen. (The yoga classes she takes are really coming in handy for the landlord). I could see her toes curling, her shoulders shaking, her face straining and her mouth wide open and high-pitched groans and moans getting louder. I squeeze her tits hard, really hard. This seems to excite her even more and then she starts to get waves of convulsions shooting through her. This kept going on for 2 minutes untill she grabs her own tits, squeezes her thighs together and just squirming. After her explosive climax, I fucked her brains out. At the end of our sex session, she couldn't get out of bed to go to the bathroom, I had to help her. What a night.

I fixed the curtains in Beth bedrooms so they can't close properly. My sister-in-law comes over to stay with us and I said I'd give the landlord someone else to record. I keep recharging tha infrared camera, which tips me off that we have a guest. Most of the time my wife is only changing but every so often, I put on a show for our peeping Tom.

8 months into our lease, I asked our landlord for a reference because we didn't know if the rent was going up , so we decided to look around. Well he told me that we were the Ideal tenants, payed on time, never any trouble. We said that he was trying to pay less to the tax man and was wondering if we would sign another lease but it would be for 200 cheaper. Tax man yeah. The window spy wanted to keep his model to film. If course I agreed. Nothing like using my wife as a unsuspecting whore, who show's off her body getting used. A film whore.

My wife still doesn't know she's being used. The sister-in-law is an additional slut to the stable. I wouldn't mind seeing her naked. My wife still has her bras and panties take every now and then. ( It is the landlords son who steals them) The landlord does wank himself using the wife's underwear. She was complaining that the washing machine isn't cleaning as well as it was because it's leaving stains on some of her clothes, it's always her knickers and bras. She used to rewash them but lately she sees the stains smells them and puts them on. Fuckin hell, she's wearing knickers and bras with his cum stains in them. I love it 

I know some of you will be saying, "show us some nudes of her". I'm onto a good thing. I'm not going to ruin everything to show you guys. If one of the recordings turn up on line, I'm clean, it wasn't me. I might repost it, but I won't be the one to post a nude of her.

I hope you've enjoyed this.

I wanna see your rock hard, throbbing cocks as you stroke to the point of explosion. Let me see those cocks pulsate as they spurt out your load! Please?!?!

slut ass explosion

Nine principles for killing the enemy inside your borders, and the five base requirements they stand on.

Base requirements are as follows:

1, You can blend in with the area you are operating in, have little to no restrictions to where you can safely go, possess the skills necessary to gather assets, and are not a wanted man from the start. You already fulfill this requirement as long as you plan on staying on US soil.

2, You need to kill people who feel threatened and are hiring security. This doesn't make sense otherwise.

3, You disagree so violently with what these people have done to your country and to you that killing them, and killing anyone who works for them is not out of the picture for you. You must accept the viewpoint that anyone who would work for your enemy is just as culpable as they are.

4, Society is destabilized and law enforcement resources have been stretched to the point that you have a good chance of getting away with gunfire as long as you leave the scene sooner rather than later.

5, Make an example of enough people and those who follow in their footsteps will not do the same things. Fear is a powerful motivator.

The principles:

1, As long as you act first, they have less, you have more. Why? This is a simple bit of math you can work out on a scrap of paper. First, you have the number of guards or security. Then you subtract that number by the number of them you can kill before they are able to start responding. The minimum number is one. With a bit of luck, you can raise it much higher. So, if you are one of two competant trigger pullers, and they have four, and you can decorate the walls with the brains of the first one before you start doing anything, then the first one to die never even factored in. Now it's two versus three.

2, Killing people is easy and every one you kill makes killing the rest easier. Also, hurting people is easy and the more you hurt them, the slower they move and less effective they are, making finishing them off even easier.

3, Quit the very moment it stops being easy, and go away. You do not want a fair fight, you want to act when you can take the unfair advantage, ride it as long as possible, and quit before the risk/reward tips at all. You can always come back and kill more later. There's plenty of them. Don't get one-itis. Next time, it'll either be too hard a target (in which case see #8) and thus moot, or the fact that their lives are in peril from the moment they come on duty will mean the next ones will be desperate for the money and entirely out of their element.

4, Less is more. No manifesto. No statements of intent. They know you exist when they are dying. The rest of the time, you are a ghost.

5, It doesn't matter if they were a Thuper Duper SEAL commando, the laws of physics will not be suspended for them. You still can't take them in a fair fight, but why would you ever want to do that? They no longer have a supply chain, air support, armor assets, or the ability to call in serious backup. Any human that stops a bullet with their face dies. Any corpse hung from a bridge burns.

6, You do not live in a war zone. You are part of the population and so are they. They cannot tell you apart from the enemy. They cannot cut loose with automatic weapons into a crowd if they feel scared. They operate under great restrictions, and the more dangerous and professional they are, the more restricted they will be by nature.

7, A continuation of the last part of #3. No one wants to protect a client when they know that people will attack him only to kill his security and then leave. Their competancy curve will go up or down dramatically, and most likely down. Shred someone's security enough, and someone else with a grudge might just finish the job for you. That's even more of a win, psychologically. The world appears to be against them.

8, There is no security for a non-p********ial official that is so high that you can't kill just one of them and vanish. It doesn't have to be on the job. Guards go home, have birthday parties with their kids, and go to hotels to fuck their friends wives. Stab them from behind in the frozen foods aisle when they're choosing between peas and california vegetable mix. Who's going to stop you on the way out- the bag boys? Block them in on a bridge and toss them over the side, with a twenty pound weight handcuffed to one wrist for companionship. Have a mugging go wrong when they pull into that Shell for gas.

9, Shooting them, shredding their limbs with remote detonated explosions, and driving trucks into their convoys is not the only way to get the job done. You have many, many options, thanks to #6. Plan ahead and you can belong anywhere. Deliver them some food tainted with something fatal, deliver chlorine gas bombs to their doors with a stolen UPS uniform, use forged identification and papers to get into their offices, start a very unfortunate fire, and block the doors on your way out.

Bonus principle:

When they aren't able to get security anymore, they will most likely turtle up. This gives you a fixed location and plenty of time and observation to work on less hit and run type plan. From that point, you can make it very personal.

Gay bashing vids are taboo on every site. Violence oriented sites like Macho Video ban them. Extreme sex sites like Motherless ban them. It is ok to show beheadings, gang murders, IED explosions on viollence sites....it is ok to show gang rape, extreme BDSM, and scat on extreme sex sites. But gay bashing vids are banned? Gay bashings are all over the news, the stuff coming out of Russia is extremely violent and inhuman but no site I know of goes near them-and i look at the gratuitous violence and extreme porn sites. It seems a little hypocritical to show vids of beheadings but not be willing to show the truth of anti-gay violence.

I confess I was dating my high school sweetheart that lasted 10 years after graduate. She was so pretty. We had plans to get married. And then, wonderful happens, she gets pregnant with our baby boy.

Then she went to visit a friends loft. There was an electrical problem due to the exposed wiring, and it blew up in her face. The explosion killed our unborn baby and left her face horribly disfigured.

No way I was going to be with an ugly burn victim, so I dumped her ass. True story. LOL

I love explosions :)) but slow motion is needed to truly appreciate them !

Crazy what some whores are willing to do for cash !

Let me know if you would like to see some more highlights;)

My wife was saying this morning that women have an obsession with guys with large cocks. she was reading an article about women not bothering to date average size guys so they may find the huge size to fuck and brag to their girlfriends. My wife's only boyfriend before me was huge. He was a short skinny dude with a nine inch cock. My wife was shocked to see it the first time she had sex but with one thrust he bust her cherry and came. It lasted one minute. For the next three months he fucked her no longer than four or five minutes. If fucked so hard he bashed her cervix repeatedly. He could never make her cum. His size did not make him a great lover. It just caused her to bleed.

After a few months she broke up with him and began dating me. She was not hung up on his size or destroyed for other men. In fact my cock was a decent size six but was much thicker than her ex. What was most important was I had great stamna. Our first time last over thirty minutes with her achieving her first orgasm. My wife loves a good long slow screw which after a slow build up results in an orgasm that is explosive. My cock never came in contact with her cervix and the worry over pain was gone.

While my wife's experience can't speak to all women, many like some of her friends who believed the same about bigger being better is subjective. If a woman is trying to find the perfect guy cock size isn't the most important variable. Most of us are average. Trying to find a good man won't work if your chasing a false idea.

One time while playing Toy Bowl football when I was 11 I shit explosive diarhea all over myself when I got tackled. I'm 37 now and I still resent my father for making me play with a stomach virus.

i confess i chose a co-worker on purpose for my wife's first Black experience. He seemed all too eager to fuck her so I know he's imagined it before. Seeing the look on her face when he was done pounding her white pussy and orgasmed inside her was sooo erotic. And now she's going to see him again 8 hours a day, 5 days a week after he got to pound her white pussy with his very respectable sized Black cock. I know the sexual tension between them now at work must be explosive! And I know he's going to find a way to convince her to have sex without me there, watching, or specifically knowing. And that's hot as fuck.

Merry Christmas. Anyone want to help me with making this explosion happen again?

so apparently, a few weeks after her 18th birthday, mckayla maroney posted a video on keek with a pretty decent nip slip in it..... so who's has it and where can i watch it??

http://www.celebjihad.com/celeb-jihad/mckayla-maroney-keek-nipple-slip?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+celebjihad%2FNDqB+%28CelebJihad.com+-+Explosive+Celebrity+Gossip%21%29

I confess I just watch TNT's new TV series "Legends" starring Eddard Stark from Game of THrones so its fucking legendary. The plot and story revolves around him playing a CIA agent who plays make- believe characters to inflitrate the bad guys inner circle and there's lots of explosion and epic gun battles. It doesn't get stale as it's also a psychological mystery where Eddard is starting to lose grip on reality being in his characters too deep and too long at a time, he almost forgets himself. Shady Characters stalk him and tell him that his CIA occupation may only be one of his make believe characters too but when he starts to dig and have others help him, they are dying left and right and increasing his paranoia and confusion.
It's only been 2 epic episodes so far and I can't wait for the 3rd one this week.

If you're a hooker, please read this. I want you to think about something important before you decide to kill yourself. Think about who you're leaving behind. Your clients. Clients who need you in order to be able to function properly in the world. One of my favorite hookers, Anita, killed herself the other day. Anita gave the worlds best handjob. She was a man-hating she-bitch, but she prided herself on her handjobs. Her pussy was always overflowing with cum, and when she gave a handjob, she would take cum and rub it, not just into my cock, but into my balls and pubes as well. She would call me a sissy faggot while she got my cock good and slippery with her other clients cum, then jacked me off to a huge explosion. No woman will ever give me a handjob that good again, (my wife tries, she really does, but she just doesn't hate men like Anita did) and it makes me want to cry. Please don't kill yourself, your clients need you, and the things you do for them.

i confess,my bf likes to smoke n drink til he blackouts an a explosion cant wake him,when this happens at his house me n his dad fuck as many times as his dad can get hard,what makes it more wild n dirty is he fucks me right next to my bf where ever in the house he has passed out..the next day he says he sorry for blacking out an im like its ok i just watched tv with ur dad hehehe.

Bomb Probe Turns Up Vibrator, this is really funny.

California Highway Patrol: Man was wired for pleasure, not terror
APRIL 19--A California Highway Patrol office was briefly evacuated earlier this month when investigators became concerned that an arrestee might have been carrying a concealed explosive device. When officers collared Steven Ferrini on a drug charge, a search of the 60-year-old suspect turned up "a suspicious wire, with an on/off switch" in his pants pocket. "The wire was found to extend from the pant pocket to the subject's anus," according to a CHP report, a copy of which you'll find here. Though Ferrini claimed that the wire was connected to an anal vibrator, officers became suspicious when he subsequently "began to explain his knowledge of explosives and bomb making." So they called in El Dorado County's "explosive ordinance disposal" team and, at 5:45 AM, evacuated "all unnecessary personnel" from the CHP's South Lake Tahoe office. At about 9 AM, the bomb squad "rendered the device safe" and determined it was not dangerous. The report does not indicate why more than three hours passed before the vibrator was found not to be an explosive device. "The vibrator was subsequently removed and placed into property," according to report, which does not identify the CHP employee tasked with that unfortunate evidence collection responsibility. Ferrini is pictured below in an El Dorado County Sheriff's Office mug shot snapped following his April 7 arrest. (3 pages)
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2010/0419102vib1.html

I confess I shit in the shower. A LOT. I take psyllium husk daily so my shit is nice and loose. I also take laxatives to make the shit explosive out my ass. During a hot steamy shower, I lift a leg and BOOM, the whole side of the wall and tub look like mud was thrown on it. the steam of the shower makes the smell 10 times worse. if there are any chunks that get stuck on the drain strainer thing, I push it down with my big toe. as you can see I like to save the trees by not using paper. I bet some of you sick fucks would love to see it. maybe I'll post a video someday.

The events of Sep. 11 2001 were the coolest thing I had ever seen. Planes flying into buildings, explosions, collapses, people jumping to their doom.. Now THAT's entertainment!

On top of it, people were freaking the fuck out, which was even more fun to watch. I still don't see why people get so uptight about it. 2 people die every single *second*, and those buildings were generally full of corporate/government scum that our country would be better off without.

I think the real problem with this country is that were not violent enough. Seriously we've been turned into a jackass who likes to carry a big stick but won't use it.

1) Gang violence, the cops need to start killing more of them. Give the cops more accurate guns and better training. So when some gang members shoot at them, the cops can shoot to kill. If some gang kills a cop, then cops quietly removes the gang from the picture. If someone shoots at a cop, the cops should drop the fucker for good. This will save us tons of money, less court cases, and less assholes in jail.

2) The US/Mexico boarder. Ok you know what it isn't that hard to get legalized, so I have no sympathy for illegal immigrants, ans that's all of them not just the Mexicans. I say clear and flatten the area along the boarder for a good mile, so anything moving can be seen. Then shoot anything moving on sight. Also there are numerous tunnels dug under the border used to smuggle people and drugs. These would easily be found with modified radar. I say send a crew out to find them, when they do, drill a hole and drop in some explosives. Do this every couple months.

3) Bring back Black Ops. The military is now run by politicians, and that's a problem. We should have taken care of Saddam back in the first war. Send in a couple well train guys, and cause an accident in one of the nuclear sites. Same with N. Korea, when the crazy ass p******** of theirs visits the Nuke refinement facility, there is an accident. The evil dictator and his weapons factory are all gone. If we want to get rid of a Dictator, send a sniper to simply shoot him in the head. Then when his replacement gets out of line, shoot him in the head. and keep on shooting them in the head, until they learn the lesson or someone decent gets into power.

4) String up the pirates. Those fucking Somalian pirates. Take a que from the Russians, the pirates captured a Russian ship, so the Russians send a battle ship and took the ship back. Guess what not a single pirate made it back to shore alive. And I'm pretty sure no more Russian ships been messed with. If the bloody Pirates want to fuck with us, then lets play. Send out ships that look tempting, but have heavily armed soldiers. When the Pirates try to board, kill them all, and take their shit. Rinse and Repeat. This goes for any pirates really.

5) Get our dick out of everyone's business. Come on, you know part of the reason we're so far in debt, it's because the US military is pretty much the UN forces. Last I heard we foot the majority of the bill for any UN military action. I hate to say it, but let everyone else worry about their own problems. The US has all the major problems of a 3rd world country. People are starving in our country, and we are shipping food out, and the government is paying farmers not to grow food. Be buy our oil from the Middle East, from people who don't like us that much. While at the same time, we are selling our Oil to other countries. We have a huge stock pile of oil beneath us, enough to last beyond our grandchildrens lifetimes, yet we let it sit there. We can get oil with just about zero pollution, barring major accidents. Minimal impact on the land yet we don't. Foreign countries can drill for oil off our coast line closer then our own companies. Enormous new oil fields were found off the coasts of South America and Africa, possible a single field that stretches the ocean, and the US is the only country currently with the technology to drill for it. Oil seeps into the ocean normally, some reports actually claim it exceeds what was leaked from the Gulf of Mexico spill last year. If we drilled our own oil and stopped buying it from the Arab nations, hell we could even sell some our selves. Gas prices would drop drastically and the economy would improve. But it's not big oil that's the problem it's the government. The federal government taxes gas sales. The higher the cost of gas the more they get in taxes, so it's in their best interest to keep them high.

Ok I'm too tired to think or rant anymore. so begin your insults.

Feb. 2009 Obama's "Stimulus" plan passes at an inital cost to taxpayers of $787 billion.

Dec. 2010 Obama rejects the report given to him by his own self-appointed bipartisan Debt Commission, which called for drastic spending cuts.

Jan. 2011 Obama proposes yet more Federal programs to add to the national debt, over and above the current .40 out of every $1 (source: Fox News) that goes to pay for his debt.

Feb. 2011 Obama submits his budget which drastically increases his own spending & would plunge the U.S. into further debt. His budget is defeated with all 97 members of the Senate voting against it (source CNN).

March 2011 It is revealed that Obamacare is loaded with $105 BILLION in hidden special interest spending (source: Washington Post). Which is why Pelosi wanted to, "pass it so we can find out what's in it."

Now that Obama has racked up more Federal debt then all 43 previous Pres. combined (source Wall Street Journal & CNS news), he is stomping his feet, threatening that the elderly may not get their Social Security checks (which by the way is THEIR money, not his) unless he gets the debt ceiling raised (which SEN. Obama was against!), and gets major tax increases.

The whole point of this thread is that "Hope & Change" is really the same old liberal "tax & spend" bullshit. Those of us with brains & a knowledge of history knew long before he was elected that all of his give aways of tax money was planned so that he could plunge the country into debt in the trillions and try to FORCE moderates and conservatives to raise taxes drastically to support the explosion of government.

Harry Truman said, "The only thing new in the world is the history that you don't already know". Well Obama, since you didn't learn a damn thing from last fall's election landslide... you're going to be doomed to a Jimmy Carter legacy of being a one term pres.

I am a long time lurker, and this is my first confession.

I am 45, and I got married to an older man 20 years ago, he is 57 now. He was never a looker, but he gave me financial security, and it was a kind of a mutual, unspoken agreement, we were both aware what we are giving in this marriage.

I was aware that my looks have given me everything in life, and even now, I feel that way, but, after a few years of marriage, he started cheating on me. I found out pretty fast, he was either stupid and careless, or he just didnt give a fuck. And our lives continued.

We still had sex, but he had zero interest in pleasing me, and an orgasm has became an illusive thought, and I had to give it to myself. In that quest, I somehow stumbled upon this place, among others.

Men have always had interest in me, I just wasnt ready to do anything concrete. Last year, my younger child went to college, and I was left alone, with nothing but my thoughts, so I started frequently going out with some of my friends. There is five of us, three married, one divorced twice, and me. We would get drunk, trying to go back to our youth, girls on the prowl, but in reality, we were just a bunch of drunk and loud middle aged women, acting like idiots.

One night, the double divorcee, met up in a club with her bf, who is in his early 30s. It was a girls night out, but we welcomed him. He started buying rounds, dancing with each and every one of us, and man, it was fun to have an attention of a man, even for a few minutes.

When we went home, the three of us living close to each other, plus him, decided to go to her place for a few more drinks. Our married friend started puking along the way, and excused herself, and went home, but I went with them, I was drunk, lonely, and wanted someone to talk to, at least for an hour, a minute, a second, before I have to get back to my place.

We danced and yelled like idiots. He was sitting in the sofa, cheering us up, yelling how he is the luckiest man alive...

I was sitting on the same sofa, when she jumped on him, and started kissing him. She was on top of him, and I felt it was my time to go, when he reached with his hand, to hold mine. My friend was drunker than me, so when he started unbuttoning his pants, with the other hand, she jumped on it. I wanted to get up, but he held me, so I sat back down. His hand started to wonder around my legs.

Before I managed to gather myself, from the touches that were stinging me, sending shivers down my legs, she had his cock in her mouth. He reached for my hand, and placed it on his balls.

It was like a fever dream. He started kissing me, and I kissed back. He moved my hand up, so I was jerking him, while my friend had him in his mouth. Then he nudged my head down, and I joined her.

I dont even remember how he got undressed, or when he stood up, leaving us kneeling in front of him. We were like two hungry women, fighting for the last piece of candy, and candy it was - a big, firm, red, drooling cock, with a big shiny head.

The next thing I remember is him, telling us he is about to cum, starting to wank it, as we both, like on command, started licking his balls. When I lifted my eyes, I saw the biggest cum explosion in my life, most of it landed in our hair, some on my back (this I only discovered later at home, on my clothes).

The rest of the night wasnt awkward at all, we continued to drink and fool around. Tomorrow was weird, she called me to tell me she broke up with him, and that it is best for us to forget about it.

Only, I couldnt.

So I filed for divorce.

Nothing will get true 100% of your man's unbridled attention, like the sudden wet grasp of your hot wet lips tightly wrapped around his penis in a sensual loving ravenous embrace of oral enslavement, as you go to downtown using your oral antics & skilled tongue licks feeling him almost instantly get hard hot & throb big in your hungry horny mouth as you happily engage him to fuck your face like it's a pussy... Who indeed then, is really in more control - the one receiving the sucking, or is it the one giving the sucking??? LoLz why of course the one who's fucking giving it that's who!!! 😎👍 The expert mouth skills & know how of giving a great blowjob, to make any man get hot & throbbing in their mouth, make them moan and shakey in their legs breathing heavy till eventual they can hold back no longer - & he unleashes an explosive torrent of ejaculated semen down your well deserved horny hungry slutty throat! Congrats babe - you got what you needed and wanted from your man! You done good, being a playful lil slut for 'Daddy' after he came home - lol now cook him some supper as he playfully calls you sugar cheeks, slaps your sexy ass while you wipe that dribble of your spit mixed with his cum from your chin. 😉😁👍🍆💦

At the beginning of the summer when I found out my husband was going to be deployed we decided to take a break and head out to Top Sail Island for a week at the beach. The weather was fairly cool and raining most of the week so we found things to do inside or braved the weather.

We were leaving on Saturday and it finally got really nice on Friday. Our house was right on the beach so I took my 2 and 4 yr old boys down to the beach and my husband and stepson went to play golf.

I was laying there awhile watching the kids play in the tidal pools and having a glass (or two) of wine. I felt like the sun was really coming out and I was stuck wearing a one piece I really disliked because the trip came up so fast and I didn't have time to get a new suit.

The beach was absolutely empty so I decided to risk it and take the suit off. I then turned onto my stomach and felt the warm sun all over my body. I continued to sip my wine, watch the kids and enjoy the feeling of being naked.

Well all good things must come to an end when all of a sudden a pickup truck drove right out on the beach and three guys got out. At first I thought it was some beach patrol but then I realized they were all drinking beer and laughing at me. They were saying things like, hey baby, this isn't a nude beach. I struggled to cover up but i hardly was prepared for this strike lol. The Marines had landed and were closing in. I quickly remembered how close Top Sail was to Camp Lejeune.

The Marines made there way over continuing to laugh at me and saying I was a sight for sore eyes since they had all just returned from Iraq. I tried to lighten the situation by saying that I use to be a Navy Corpsman and usually the tables were turned. This did nothing but put them into over drive. One of them offered and started to get naked saying I shouldn't be the only one breaking the law. I was flattered but said I should just put my suit back on. They would hear nothing of it and said if I was a true patriot I'd stay in my current state. With that they offered me a beer, which I took.

My kids seemed not to notice the lustful attack so I decided to stay and enjoy the attention. In truth they were very nice guys. It was obvious though that even though they were off duty one of them was still in charge. He also happened to be the guy that got naked and sat next to me. What a great body he had. So I sat there with them enjoy the beer and conversation and the constant razzing about me being a former Corpsman. They were interested to know where my husband was and when he'd be back.

The conversation eventually lead to why I was laying out naked and what sort of mom would do such a thing. I admitted I had an exhibitionist streak and had also played some in the past within my marriage. I should have been careful what I said because this really added fuel to their fire. They wanted to hear all about my exploits. I was a bit buzzed so I shared the story of my first experience They couldn't stop laugh at me to hear how a older over weight guy used me on his balcony as my husband was passed out inside the room. This is also when the degrading comments started. They could obviously sense I had a true slutty side and their beer drinking added to their thoughts I sure.

They enjoyed going on about, in their words, my "saggy mommy titties", "big ole suckable nips", "flabby stomach and thighs", "well fucked, whore shaved cunt", "huge meat flaps", they went on but those were the ones I remembered vividly. The naked guy who was now very visibly excited was saying how lucky I'd be as a aging mom to have three "studs" using her like she'd never had before. That a opportunity like this wasn't going to happen again. They could tell I was excited and kidded me that my nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I was probably wet as hell. They were right on both counts.

I was very tempted but worried about my kids still playing neat by oblivious to this onslaught. They said two of them would stay and watch as one would take me behind the truck for some fun. I was on fire and agreed to it especially when I saw the youngest guy of the group head over and start digging a giant hole in the sand for the kids to play in.

So with the slightest nod I agreed and was quickly pulled up to my feet and back around to other side of the truck. His name was Lance and OMG he looked good. He was just the right mix between muscles and toned runner. He had a cock that was at least 7"+ long and very think. I was immediately down on my knees sucking his big pole and licking his balls. He enjoyed calling my mommy slut or mommy whore. He'd asked me if mommy slut enjoy sucking his hard Marines cock. I let out a yes I love it when I could. He complimented me on how I stroked his shaft and sucked his balls and then took his cock as deep in my mouth as I could. God he had a nice cock. He would reach down pull hard on my nipples and tell me how big and hard they were.

Right when I thought he was going to explode in my mouth he had me stand up and lean back against the truck. He proceeded to suck hard on my nipples, biting them with his teeth and pulling them back, stretching them. He was also sticking his big fingers up in side of me and I was moaning like I can't remember. He then stopped took a step back to look at me and said, fuck you are one big slut aren't you? I was quivering and said yes as I stared at his huge pulsing cock. He ordered me to turn around and grab the side of the truck. With that he shoved every bit of his cock inside of me and I came instantly. Everything that had led up to that moment accelerated and I was in a orgasmic frenzy. My knees gave out and I even started whimpering after the explosion ripped through me. He held me up and continued to pump me. It felt incredible. I was able to regain the strength in my legs and stand as he plowed into me. The sound of his body slapping into my ass was so loud I'm sure he friends could hear it down the beach. I was moaning and grinding myself back into him. He was telling me how good my pussy felt and how great of a fuck I was. He said he was so close to cumming and said he wanted me to taste it. He pulled out, turned me around and I quickly knelled to catch a giant stream of cum in my mouth, face and chest. He was still groaning as I licked the last bits of cum from his bright red cock.

I then stood back up and he smiled and thanks me for being such a good slut. I was spent for the moment and started walking back to my towel. I sat there for a minute taking it all in and he came over to telling me my phone was ringing. I couldn't even hear it I was in such a trance. I answered it and it was my husband who said there was a thunder storm and they were heading home. I turned around to look back at the mainland and sure enough there were very dark clouds quickly approaching. I yelled to the kids we needed to go. The poor faces on the other two Marines was pitiful and I promised them a rain check LOL. I really did.

I've stayed in touch with two of the guys who are both back in Afghanistan. I've promised them a welcome home party and even have my husbands permission. We're looking at being back in Topsail next spring if anybody want to have a party.

As always I love your comments. It's my main reason for keeping up on this Blog. So keep them coming no matter how nasty or rude. I think you can see I like that. If you have any recommendations to make the Blog better or have a next adventure for me, let me know.

Kiss, Jen

She has explosive gushing orgasms!

I confess that I wanna have a tranny and my wife take turns sucking my cock until I have a cum explosion

PRETTY




Pretty house, pretty flowers, and all the pretty people. That could be the start and end to the story there. However, what story wants to just be pretty? You can have your pretty dress and pretty white stallion, but in the end, the stallion just drops dead.
So, imagine this scene. You have two people, let’s say Steve and Martha. They've been together since high school and raised two pretty girls who are almost through high school themselves. Steve has his perfect dream job as a novelist. Plus, he has his fucking millionth copy sold party next week at The Garches. Martha stays at home, the biggest fucking prettiest house in the Upper Valley. She probably just lays around and suntans all day, trying to be that much...prettier for her husband. Not that it would matter much, they've already been to Hawaii twice this year, and it's only March!
Oh wait, sorry, getting a bit off topic there.
So, back to the story.
The couple Steve and Martha then go to Steve's millionth copy sold party, which they just decided to call their "Zeroooooo" Party. Of course they did. Here's where the story gets a little more interesting. So, their eldest daughter, a pretty little thing, just turned 18, let’s just call her Belle to simplify things. Well, she has this boyfriend, jock, quarterback, straight “A” student. A nice guy really. However, unknown to Steve and Martha, she decides to date this other dude. Well, dude not exactly anymore. Sex change, though, would have just been a little prettier. Let's say he is a "duder". As in, all grapes add the "r" when they become raisins. The duder is about 65 now, which only gives him a couple more years before he can retire from the exotic books business. The party is also going to be the platform for Steve to announce his new book. The duder goes up to the stage, and pulls back the curtains to the new jacket cover. Let's just skip all the pretty words, and the fight, don't forget the arson and the restraining order. However, let's not forget Steve and Martha's new jobs at Feed Freddies, the move to Downton Street, and the divorce. Also, Belle's perfect quarterback boyfriend broke up with her when she started wearing more clothes than Queen Elizabeth to school. At very least, the strip club is getting even busier with the Belle, sorry royal ass Eliza, running the show.
Pretty ending to that story, eh? Well, that's just the beginning. This is all just hypothetical, of course. Let's not forget that.
Now, imagine this strip club in the Lower Valley. It’s already been established that pretty young Eliza would be the up on stage shaking her two big moneymakers. You got to love the girls with daddy issues! Let’s say that her tips are pretty good, but it is never enough. Eliza then starts taking the men back stage for her fucking specialty. OK, probably shouldn’t go there.
There is this one fucking ugly duder that would always come in with the prettiest flowers, lilies to be exact. He had a fetish of making Eliza into his pretty yellow picture. Sure, things are going pretty and well for Belle, sorry Eliza, but why does the story have to end there.
So, her estranged father, Steve comes in during one night in carnival. Oh, that place is decked out in all kinds of pretty, from the pretty beads down to the pretty masks. Steve has a right old time, drinks some beers, has a couple nice views. He goes home later and neither of them are any the wiser.
Then, it is a week into Lent that something really happened. The duder is busy working with his Eliza canvas when in walked Belle’s former quarterback dude and his buddies. OK, true, they aren't 21 yet, but who cares when they come in with some perfectly pretty fake I.D.’s. Imagine it going down like this. The dude tries to cop some feels from his former girlfriend when she is covered in all the lilies. Naturally, Eliza tries to cover herself and run. Here’s the best part. The duder fucker grabs her ankle and trips her. He then pulls out a gun and tells her to don’t fucking move again. Before he can start arranging his flowers again, the dude grabs the duder. The dude then gets shot in the head, and so does pretty little fucking Eliza when she goes to help out. The old fucker runs and gets away.
Don’t you just love where these are going? At very least, it would sound better for the story if Belle/Eliza and the quarterback didn’t die.
OK, maybe it is time for a little change of pace, maybe something a little prettier. It probably would be a good idea to give this second duder a name, to make things a little easier to remember. His name will be Ralph, after this guy...Oh never mind. So, Ralph escapes from the Lower Valley. Let it just be said that he does get away with murder. OK, so, Ralph then goes to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Flowers, flowers everywhere, but so are the pretty people. He especially loves frequenting the Red Light District. That old fucker does what he wants. So, the moral of the story is that Ralph finds a little money on the streets, goes and buys some dope, does it up with a cop outside, and gets arrested.
Justice served, well no.
Actually, there is an explosion the next day in the lobby of the jail. All those mother fuckers die but Ralph. He escapes and no harm done. Then, he goes out and buys a lottery ticket and make some good dough. Next, he invests some of that, and due to a great surge in the economy, he brings in all the big bills. Afterwards, he starts a modeling agency, where he can look to his hearts desire, each of which become a canvas of his own. His business goes under in a couple years, but would cares; Ralph got to live his dream. That is so much prettier than all those people.
That's it, done; let's end the story right there. There were rich people who found out their daughter was fucking some duder. Don't forget the naked cover. It doesn't matter too much, those people got what they desired anyway. Then, the next scene had that pretty girl from the first tale who works at a strip club. She doesn't even realize when her own shithead father comes into the place and takes a couple peaks. Her promiscuity at least was the end of her anyway, when this God awful duder shows up. Shoots her and her ex boyfriend. The story ends on a high notes when the duder travels to Amsterdam, and makes lots of money doing what he loves.
That could be the end of it; it just could. However, why do stories always have to end just when the going gets good? There are always those hardworking people out there that want to make more money. Those are good people and their work have to be honored.
More, more, more, that is all anybody wants now a days. Let's give the people want they want.
OK, imagine this girl...since this is a sequel, it would make sense to bring back at least some of the characters from the first part. So, this girl is Steve and Martha's other daughter...Trudy. She may not be the prettiest girl, but everyone says she's beautiful on the inside with doves flying out of her ass at least twice a day. Trudy is two grades younger than that ex-stripper sister of her's Eliza, Belle, whatever her name is. It doesn't matter anymore. The dove girl sings to all the other birds and dances on the moon. Well, at least before that was before her slut sister was rightly shot in the head. Then, Trudy becomes very introverted, thinking more about her pretty self than to that cruel, ugly world out there. She ends up dropping out of school as soon as she turns 16, and emancipates herself from her now deadbeat parents. Don't worry, she has a perfectly good job next to Feed Freddies at a place called Happy Harvey's; it's a pub. No, she doesn't serve the drinks. Instead, Trudy works at the daycare in the back watching over all the pretty children.
Not long after she started working there, she began to wear this pretty sequenced red dress everyday. That was the only dress she could afford anyway. She did it for this regular that would come in, taller, youngish. He made Trudy feel beautiful again. This dude was not a pervert; he would never touch her. Well, that was until she turned 18, and then they humped it out like hippos.
One day, she over hears him saying he lost his job, so she offers for him to stay with her. He was too much of a mutch not to take it. They lived, they humped, oh life was good. Things soon got more serious, and prudy Trudy was finally falling in love. Ah, isn't that sweet. Let's fast forward now to the part of the story where she finds out he is already married. The mutch only thought she was his friend. Trudy beats the shit out of his pretty head for that. It's pretty, no, beautiful seeing the sight of the bastard afterwards. He must have lost at least 100 pounds with all the stuffing knocked out of him. Now, his wife cop from down in the Lower Valley may have not fucked or, for that matter, seen the fucker for awhile, but she is definitely the daughter of a bitch. Saying she got even is good, but retribution sounds much better. Oh, that poor girl's beauty was just pouring out of her, glistening like a rainbow.
Let's make one this perfectly clear, Trudy does not die EVER! For, that girl's hind is as tough as her hippo brethren. Oh course, that girl did have to go to some physical therapy afterwards. With her new training she can consider herself equal, and close brethren to the asses.
So, imagine a pretty physical therapy center on the edge of suburban bliss. It is a place where stallions run as free as well, stallions. OK, the fence probably keeps them a little more contained than that. Anyway, the center uses the stallions as part of the therapy. Trudy loves the new freedom and the fucking feeling of wind running through her hair. There was just one snitch in her new found happiness, the stallion, Woody, collapses onto it's side while she is riding him. Trudy's other leg is crushed and then amputated. Oh well, lesson learned.
She returns to the therapy center a while later, overjoyed to find Woody is being helped right beside her. He is slowly becoming lame. It doesn't take long for Trudy to start to hate the pretty white stallion. She is becoming Woody's bitch, lower than an animal, as it turns out. Nobody could stay mad at those bit brown eyes for long and soon she no longer minded her pretty third class status. Even more pretty was the sight of her in her red dress, which now made her look like a fruity flamingo.
Enough, enough, story time.
So, uh, losing her leg doesn't stop her from riding Woody all she wanted, slowly of could, he was just too big, and one more blow would spell the end for each of them. The riding slowly got faster and faster as they grow more used to each other. Soon, it was love, big old stallion love. To put it a big more blunt, Woody is soon getting plenty of fill from his sweet little flamingo. So much so, he fell down again during their faster riding sessions. He cracked a couple of his pretty ribs, fractured his big old pretty skull. At very least Trudy continued living, but perhaps not too happily ever after.
Oh come on, the beginning did say exactly how the story was going to end. Get a pretty fucking grip!

So yeah, another 9/11 post. Get out your pitchforks and torches, kids.

I've been doing my own research, and listening to all sides (some of them batshit insane).

Truth be told, I honestly think that the planning for the WTC bombing had been going on for a lot more than we're told. The warning signs were there.

It seems likely that;

1: The terrorist organization responsible had been planting explosives at pre determined points within the buildings over a series of months. This obviously would take a while, as they would need to smuggle/obtain the parts of the explosives necessary bit by bit.

2: WTC was an obvious target, attacked once before by the Unibomber. Someone fell asleep behind their desk in Washington, because there's no way they could have missed this.

3: I'm not saying that the government had a hand in it, but their negligence definetly warrants questioning. Also, to me, it seems like it was the excuse 'Murika was waiting for to deploy MORE troops over to 'Stan and Iraq. You'll notice how, somehow some way, we always manage to get into another war with someone over there. Another war so someone can line their pockets more.

All that said, I'm no structural engineer. But FFS, anyone with half a brain and a little tiny bit of education can tell you the likeliness of 2 skyscrapers falling straight down one after another after having a plane slamming into them is highly improbable. Not without a little "help". And by help, I mean pre-planted explosives. Look up as many demolition videos as you want. I'll assume my point is made.

Picture: What actually happens when you slam a plane into a building that isn't rigged with explosives.

Discuss!

I have to confess that I just shop my load on my unsuspecting sister-in-law. She asked me for a ride to the airport, where she was going to the sun for a few days. I helped her out with her bags, I took the heaviest one and she took the lighter one. I put the heavy one in the trunk and then she put hers in. As she did she bent over and her ass slightly rubbed off my dick and just got me thinking about fucking her and shooting my load on her. 

As we drove to the airport I kept thinking about her ass touching me which was really stirring so many different thoughts in my perverted mind and one of them were to cum on her ass as she was bending into the trunk to get out her bag, so I decided to go for it.

We got to the airport and I wanted to find parking that would make it a bit difficult to get we bags out. Eventually I reversed into this spot and thought, here goes nothing.

I had the biggest hard-on just thinking about it as we were driving. I got to the trunk and pulled out the smaller one letting the biggest and heavier one. When I put the small one down there was the sister-in-law with her head in the trunk and her really fine asss sticking up trying to get the bag out. I stood behind her and pulled out my dick from under my shorts one start to wank myself. My heart was pounding, would she see me, would I get cought, but I kept on tugging. I could see her ass bouncing under her sundress as she was trying to pull the suitcase out and that was what finished me. I got as close as I could and tried to just dribble my cum onto her ( which didn't work too well with the first shot). 

The first shot landed over her head onto the trunk, if that landed on her she would've thought she got shop. I squeezed my dick so hard trying not to let another massive cum explosion shoot out. I shot the second one onto the ground and then the next few landed on her dress with streams of thick cum hanging intoo her dress. You could see the cum so easily on the ass of her dress. I tucked my dick back up my shorts and gave her a hand with getting the bag out. When we finished she placed her hand bag on the bigger bag as she went back to the car ta get her phone that she had charging. As she was bending in for it I could see that the cum has turned from thick and hanging too the sundress to having it soaked into the dress leaving very, very visible wet marks. I saw a nice load of cum just lying on the carpark ground so I knocked her hand bag off and kicked it onto the cum as I went to the driver's side to get my few things out and lock the car. She went too the bags giving out that her handbag had fallen into something wet and sticky, as she's rubbing her hands together trying to get the wetness and stickiness off her fingers.

As we walked to the terminal I kept slowing down so I could see the beautiful cum marks on her dress and then catching back up with her. 

She went to check her bag in and stood in a small queue and I'm sure that a lot of people passing were looking at he, very visible, wet dress. Man that got me excited again.

Before I left she took me for a coffee to thank me for taking me to the airport. After this we stood up from our seats and I see her rubbing the back of her dress and looking at the seat she just got up from saying she must have sat on something wet. I, being very concerned, (hahaha) started to rub the seat she just got up from and then looked at the back of her dress saying that the seat was dry and her dress looks fine and she headed off happy. She gave me a hug, thanked me and headed to the security gate. 

As she headed off I looked back at her ass swaying from left to right, with wet patches oblivious to my load of cum that was after soaking into her sundress.

I still turns me on thinking about this.

I confess I've always thought of myself as a straight woman but something recently happened in my life that I'll share with you.

Januarys are always cold in the upper Midwest. This year, though, has
been the coldest we've seen in a long time. But, despite high natural gas
prices and low temperatures, our house had been comfortably warm throughout
the cold spell until the day my husband, Michael, an airline pilot, left
for his monthly four day trip to Europe. Suddenly our almost new, high
efficiency, just out of warranty gas furnace, Michael's proudest home
improvement, stopped - you'll excuse the expression - cold. Frantic calls
to the company with our service contract brought only vague promises of
help "by sometime tomorrow." Even more frantic calls to the "round the
clock repair service guys" brought either more vague promises or outright
refusals to hazard a guess as to when a repairman might make it to our
house. Grrrrr!! Men! Silently abusing my husband for not being home to
handle this problem, I started considering my options as the temperature in
the house fell past the 60 degree mark. We have two girls, one six and the
other eight who would soon be home from school. I needed a place for the
three of us to sleep tonight because once the sun went down, the
temperature in here was going to fall a lot farther.

Just as I started running possibilities through my mind, the phone rang.
It was Carol from a couple of doors down calling to see if I could work at
the school tomorrow. She knew it wasn't my normal day, but one of the
mothers had canceled out on her. Now, Carol Meyers is one of those people
who are involved in every neighborhood activity, do everything well, will
walk through fire for a friend and don't have an enemy in the world. My
older daughter is in the same class as Carol's son and I'd known her since
we moved here five years before. We saw each other at school, at the pool,
at church, at the neighborhood social club; we went out together with our
husbands for dinner and dancing. Carol, I thought, will help us out.

I was right. When I told her that I couldn't help at school because I had
to be home for the repairman, she asked what was going on. And when I
explained our predicament, there wasn't even any discussion. Carol's
husband was down in Virginia someplace for two weeks of navy reserve stuff
and he'd left one of her two guest rooms unusable. (It seems that putting
in the new hardwood floor had turned out to be a little harder than the guy
at the Home Depot promised.) But, if my girls doubled up in the other
guest room and I didn't mind sharing her room, Carol said we were welcome
to stay with her until the heat was fixed.

That was all the invitation I needed. I told Carol - who hates cooking -
that I had a pan of lasagna in the oven and a chocolate cake that I'd bring
for supper. She'd said she'd supply the heat, beds and wine and would
expect us right after school. See, I told my absent husband, who needs a
man around all the time!

The girls got home about 4:00pm and by 4:15 we were on our way to Carol's
with school books, overnight bags, favorite stuffed animals, lasagna and
chocolate cake in hand. Carol, who's in her early thirties, with a cute
pixie face, short hair and nice figure met us at the door, dressed in old
sweats and athletic socks. Typically, she insisted on hugs all around.
Soon the overnight bags were in the proper bedrooms and dinner was on the
table. The kids were in high spirits because of the unexpected
"adventure". I was glad to be under a warm roof and Carol seemed genuinely
pleased to have us there. After seconds on chocolate cake, the children
were put to work on their studies, while we moms cleaned up. By eight
o'clock, the kids were washed, brushed, tucked in and, if not quite asleep,
certainly well on the way. Carol and I were sitting next to each other on
the couch in the family room, warming our toes in front of a nice fire,
sipping merlot, talking and laughing. I felt a nice, pleasant buzz from
the wine and Carol did, too, I think. Anyhow, after a hectic day I finally
began to wind down. It felt nice and I reminded myself that life can be
pretty good. Though I didn't know it, it was about to get a lot better.

We chatted and sipped our wine. At some point, I said that on nights like
this at home, in front of the fire, Michael would rub sometimes my feet,
which I absolutely loved. Carol said she'd rub them for me, if I wanted.
And to my surprise, I found myself swinging my legs up on the couch and
into her lap, as I laid back against the arm of the couch. Carol rubbed my
feet gently, running her thumbs along the bottoms, then slowly pushing her
fingers back up along the tops, towards my ankles. It really felt lovely.
After a couple of minutes, she said sometimes her husband liked to suck on
her toes and asked me if anyone had ever done that for me. I shook my head
no and Carol smiled, lowered her head a little and raising my left foot
with both hands, starting to lick and suck my toes. It would have been
funny, if it hadn't been so pleasant, almost erotic. I suppose if it
hadn't been for the wine (we'd finished the whole bottle) alarm bells would
have been ringing in my head. Instead, I just kind of purred as she licked
my toes and rubbed my foot.

My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly
so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to
lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against
my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and
turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a
little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found
myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and
she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot
back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at
her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the
foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed!

Suddenly, I was kind of sleepy; looking at my watch I told Carol that it
was already nine o'clock. She looked at the fire, which had burned down
considerably and said that she didn't feel like getting any more wood and
asked if I was ready for bed. I was tired and said yes. Carol got up from
the couch first, and as she did I noticed a little wet spot in the crotch
of her sweats. She wasn't the only one, my panties were a little moist,
too. My mind may have been a bit fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that I didn't
know we'd been a little "naughty." And had enjoyed it.

When we got to her room, Carol told me to go ahead and use the shower
first, she'd get in when I was done. We both started to undress. I'd seen
her at the pool changing who knows how many times, but now with just the
two of us in her bedroom, and despite the episode in the family room, I
found myself suddenly a little nervous. I tried not to watch her as she
undressed, but couldn't help it Kind of glancing out of the corner of my
eye, I admired her trim figure; she really was an attractive woman and I
wondered what it would be like to touch her. I felt myself start to blush,
because I never thought of other women that way and I wondered why I'd had
so much wine. As I pulled my robe around me and walked into the bathroom I
caught sight of Carol watching me in the mirror with kind of a far away
look. Suddenly our eyes met and she smiled at me, a kind of sexy wicked
smile. Oh boy, I thought and looked away, hurrying into the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, right into a stream of cold water. I wanted it
to shock me out of the wine buzz that I blamed for the strange way I'd been
thinking and behaving. The cold water caught my attention and I felt my
nipples stiffen and muscles contract from the intense temperature change.
Feeling my head clear a little, I turned the water back to warm and let it
wash over me. I told myself to take it easy. I'd known Carol for years
and in all that time, she'd never shown the slightest interest in any kind
of physical relationship with me. And I hadn't thought about anything like
that since my college days, so I told myself to just let it go.

Turning off the water, I toweled myself down and then stepped out of the
stall and slipped into my robe. Carol was standing by the sink rinsing her
mouth and I said the shower was all hers. Nodding her head, she shrugged
off her robe, got in and pretty soon the room started to fill up with steam
from the hot water. I finished brushing my teeth and then went into the
bedroom. I'd brought a cotton nightie, which at that moment seemed more
revealing that I would have liked and found myself wishing I brought some
pajamas instead. But, too late for that, besides, I thought, I was being
silly. So hanging my robe over a chair by the bed, I pulled my nightie on
and slipped into bed.

I reached for the light on the bed table and turned it off and then lay
back. Pretty soon I heard the water shut off and in a minute Carol walked
out of the bathroom in her robe. The lamp on her side of the bed was still
on, and as she slipped out of the garment, her skin seemed to glow in the
soft light. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. Her firm
breasts stood out from her chest and her nipples were erect. I wondered if
that was from the cold. Carol would have said that she needed to lose a
couple of pounds, but she didn't. He stomach was flat and her legs and
butt were firm. She cycled in the summer and did cross country skiing in
the winter and it showed. Suddenly I didn't like the way my thoughts were
heading and I turned away, trying to clear my mind.

I heard, rather than saw Carol turn down her side of the bed and I felt the
mattress dip a little under her weight as she got in. I realized that she
hadn't put on a nightie and I turned to look at her in surprise. Almost as
if reading my thoughts, she said she didn't like night gowns or pajamas,
they always seemed to get tangled up. She said she hoped I didn't care.
No, I said it was fine. Leaning back against the head board, she asked if
she could read a little. I turned on my side and propped my head up on my
elbow and looked at her. She was sitting there, her lovely body right
there, not even a foot away. It was as if she was daring me; she was
daring me. No, I didn't mind I if she read I said, as I continued to watch
her. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the curve of her neck. I
wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. I couldn't believe my
thoughts, I couldn't believe how wet I was getting between my legs, how
hard my nipples were. I remembered a girl from college and how sweet that
had been. And then, on it's own, my hand simply reached out and stroked
her thigh.

The touch was electric, as soon as she felt it, she dropped her book and
rolled over on her side to face me. She said she'd started to think
nothing was going to happen, that she'd been wanting to touch me, but
couldn't quite do it. She was so glad I had. And then she leaned over and
kissed me on the lips. I rolled over on my back, still not quite believing
what was happening. She followed me, her lips still on mine. I felt her
mouth open and her tongue pushing at my lips; I opened my mouth and pulled
her in. Our tongues searched every part of the other's mouth, pushing,
probing. We kissed for what seemed like hours.

My hands roamed over the smooth flesh of her back, down her sides, across
her butt. I felt he breasts pushing at mine and suddenly I wanted to feel
her flesh on mine. Wait, I told her and pushed her a way, just for a
second, so I could pull the nightie over my head. Then I felt her weight
on me again and I felt her breasts and nipples against me. I felt her hand
squeeze down between us, in between my legs as she pushed them apart and
then pressed her leg between my thighs.

Feeling her laying between my thighs, her leg pushing up against my pussy,
feeling the wetness seeping from me onto her flesh caused the fire in me to
flare up. Breaking away from her kiss, I ran my lips down her neck, back
up toward her ears. I nibbled her earlobes, biting too hard and drawing a
little laugh from her throat. Easy she said, there was plenty of time. I
answered her by rolling her over, putting my weight on her. My lips
traveled down her neck to her breasts. I took her left nipple in my mouth
and rolled my tongue around it, while my right hand kneaded her other
breast, pulling at the nipple. She moaned and I wondered that I could have
forgotten how soft another woman's breasts could be, how hard and hot her
nipples, and I remembered what it had been like in college.

Carol was moaning softly as I suckled at her breast, her hands rubbing the
back of my head. Slowly I moved my mouth away from her breast, licking my
way down to her belly button, running soft kisses across her stomach. I
given myself up completely to the moment and I heard Carol moan as I pushed
my fingers down through her pubic hair, and cupped the lips of her pussy.
As my tongue swirled around her navel, I pressed my middle finger against
her and parted her swollen lips. She moaned and arched her back as I
entered her and I smiled and told her it was okay as she rubbed the back of
my neck. I could smell her musky scent and opened her further, sliding two
more fingers inside and running them up and down her wet cleft. My thumb
found the base of clitoris and started rubbing at it causing her to buck
and moan even more. I loved the sounds she was making and I felt her hand
pushing my face down, across her pelvis.

Raising myself up on my knees, I trailed my tongue down her loins and felt
her pubic hairs tickle my chin. Lowering my head, I put my lips around her
clit and sucked on it, stretching it, teasing it with my teeth. Carol was
bucking and rolling her hips, moaning and calling me baby and asking me to
lick her. I loved the control I had over her and I grabbed her hips and
pulled them more closely to me. My fingers we still deep inside her vagina
and she was squeezing her legs, trying to trap my fingers and pull them
more deeply into her. I started flicking the top of her clit with the tip
of my tongue and I could feel her writhing under me, hear her moaning,
begging me to make her cum. My other hand was between my own legs, running
up and down my own dripping cleft, circling my clitoris, moistening it,
teasing it, getting me ready to cum as soon I gave Carol her orgasm.

That happened sooner than I thought possible. Suddenly she squeezed her
legs tight against my head, rolled on her side and began to moan as it
started, deep inside her. I could feel her pussy contracting on my
fingers, her hips thrusting up at my tongue as the spasms ran through her
body. I increased the speed of the fingers on in my pussy, and suddenly
felt my own orgasm break loose. Waves of pleasure rolled across me, making
my head spin, making me lose track of everything but the feeling that was
flowing out from deep, deep inside me.

As the heaving of Carol's breasts started to subside and my own breathing
grew slower, I crawled up beside her and kissed her on the lips. She
smiled and wiped my face with her fingers, and then cradled my head against
her breasts. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own thoughts. I was
thinking of how good it had been and wondering why, after college I had put
it all out of my mind. As I lay there, I felt Carol's hands running up and
down my back. Putting her mouth by my face, she said she wanted to make me
cum like I'd done for her. I smiled and said yes, please.

I rolled over on my back and felt her leaning over me, kissing my forehead,
my cheeks. Brushing my lips with hers, she trailed her tongue down my neck
and towards my breasts. I felt her shift her weight as she parted my legs
with her knee. I raised my leg, and bending it, brought it up against her
crotch. I felt her hair and her wetness on my flesh as she slid up and down
my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me as she sucked my breasts. With the
tips of her fingers she brushed lightly over the flesh of my stomach
teasing me, testing me. Then, down through my bush of pubic hair to my
swollen lips, completely open to her.

As her fingers touched me, I thrust my hips up to capture them. I wanted
Carol to rub my lips as I had rubbed hers, to delve into me and plumb the
depths of my vagina. My breath was ragged and my butt moved in little
circles against her fingers as her pussy ground up and down my thigh. She
was running her fingers up and down my slit now, her thumb rubbing the base
of my clit. I wanted more and grabbing her hand, I tried to push the
fingers inside me, telling her to fuck me. She laughed and told me to take
it easy, she had plans.

Rolling off my leg, Carol knelt over me and grabbing my hips, pulled me up
to her lips. They closed around my clit and electricity shot through me.
My hips were thrusting up at her, completely out of my control as she
sucked at my button and pushed her fingers deep inside of me. I lost track
of everything but the fire in my groin and the lips and the fingers fueling
it. Carol was now rubbing her face up and down my slit, licking my lips
and my clit while her fingers continued moving in and out, in and out.
Suddenly, I felt myself stiffen, my back arch and then the explosion deep
inside me. My hips bucked and thrust up while Carol held onto me, still
fucking me with her fingers. For what seemed like forever I rode the
swirling waves of the most intense orgasm I'd had in years. As the
electric lights in my head started to go out, Carol laid down on top of me
and we held each other, listening to our breathing, feeling the beating of
our hearts. And then we just fell asleep.

The next morning, as the alarm went off it took me a second to realize
where I was, and another second to remember what had happened the night
before. I felt my stomach drop as it all came back to me; I was afraid of
how Carol might feel, that she might hate me or not want to see me, not
want me as a friend. I felt her stirring and though I was scared, I forced
myself to roll over on my side to look at her. Hi baby, she said, and I
knew it would be okay. I kissed her on the cheek and we both smiled.

After we'd gotten the kids dressed and off on the bus, we sat down in the
kitchen with our coffee and looked at each other. Finally, Carol said
we're going to have talk about how we make this work. I agreed with her
and suggested we do that right after we made love. Carol got up and
reaching for my hand, lead me back to bed.

then you will see Ivy in the garden. there's two sections. the first you have to evade her plants, just keep sweeping left n right. then her flower opens up for a vulnerable shot. shoot her with a batarang. keep doing till she loses all health. part two is the same except she brings her "minions" to help her during the evade part. again, aftrer she will open up for a free shot. spam the L1+ X buttons till she goes down. finish her up with explosive gel and she'll be defeated. afterwards you have to find the Joker in the visiting rooms which is the toughest fight in the game. use your zip line and proximity mines while fighting to make it easier. The Riddler doesnt show

is it just me or did the brits make every one gay... hear me out laws get passed that make good porn illegal and up until 1960 or 80 depending you have a huge explosions of gay population...

then the brits have there attack of porn is gross and ban what ever is left then the only thing thats left to watch is gay porn (becase they are gay they get to express them self's unimpeded) thus destroying whats left because now being not gay is just about outlawed or considered "incentive and noninclusive" (you cant say any of this out loud because trolls and white knights put down any form of Resistance)

destabilizing heterosexual discourse to the point where every one is too afraid to be strait for fear of being ostracized or being alone all just turn gay

now there are a few wholes in my theory because brits where one of the last to get rid of incest but they where the first to open adopt gay couples there's still the Muslims... unless the u.s. invasion was actually to kidnap the last women willing to actually have sex in the whole dam world...or was it

no i dont hate gay people you can fuck who every you like i dont care as long as we dont make being strait illegal or destroy the world because no one fucks any more

I confess... I love to go to gloryholes, not only to get my cock sucked, but to suck other cocks too. I woke up around 4 am and was pretty horny already, so I decided to go to one of the holes I frequent. It's in the bathroom of a large truckstop. It's always open and always busy, so I knew I would find someone to suck.

I was so ready to suck when I got into the stall, and sure enough, it only took about a minute before the door opened on the stall next to mine. I tapped my foot and put my mouth to the hole, then I felt the tip of someone's cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid in deep. He was a good size, but still kinda soft, so I started sucking it. It wasn't long before he was completely hard (7"), and thrusting into my mouth. I was also hard by know, so I took down my shorts and started stroking while I sucked the cock in the hole. After a couple minutes, he shot his load into the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. He mumbled, "Thanks," and the cock disappeared.

I had a few other guys use the stall, but none wanted to use the hole, but after close to ten minutes, a nice long black cock poked thru. He was already erect, and was all of 9"! After a few minutes sucking him, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he said yeah. I turned around and put my ass up to the hole, waiting and ready. I heard him spit, then felt the head of his cock pressing against my own hole... then I felt extreme pain and pleasure as he drove his cock deep into my ass. I put my hands on the other wall so I could stay attached as he began to pound my ass thru the hole. He kept driving into my ass and it turned me on so much, I shot my own load without touching my cock! I told him I was cumming, then I felt a big explosion of liquid in my ass, and he said he was cumming too. Pump after pump of his warm cum filled my ass. He stayed inside me until he was soft, then he pulled back, zipped up, and left.

I stayed for another 45 minutes or so, sucked a couple more cock, then decided to leave. I confess, bot my stomach and my ass are full of cum... and I love it! I think I will go to the gloryhole in the adult bookstore later tonight for some more fun.

I used to steal panties from laundromats. I would bring a basket of easily disposed of clothes if I had to leave quickly (items bought Salvation Army stores) and a novel or magazine and would usually place the clothes in a dryer because that would give me a reason to be sitting near the dryers.

I would watch people come in and when I saw someone I thought was hot, I would wait until she put her clothes into the dryer and if I could, I would then causally stroll over and, open it up and steal a pair of her panties.

The place I usually hung out at near several trendy coffee shops, and close to a university so I would get all sorts of hot young women coming in to drop off their laundry. Most of them would then head out to a coffee shop, and this was before the explosion of social media. Phones, and camera phones were around, but not like today.

I found it so hot to think about the girl I stole her panties from, and would often wear her panties, or jerk off into them all the while thinking up elaborate fantasies, usually involving her as my already broken slave.

DM me if you want to hear about some of the sexier panties I stole.

I have a confession……..
It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch my partner have sex with another woman but it’s been my naughty secret. The other thing is, I didn’t want him to know that I was watching…I wanted to watch him secretly or even catch him cheating on me and just watch. It’s always made me so horny thinking about the look on his face as he fucks another girl.
Well, my fantasy became reality last night. We went out to our usual wine bar for a few drinks and bumped into a friend’s daughter. She’s the prettiest 20 year old you can imagine, long dark hair, big sultry eyes and a figure to die for, which she was more than happy to show off in her skin tight mini dress. I could tell immediately that D was attracted to her, despite that she’s just a kid.
Well, I say kid, but the way she was shoving her huge tits toward him as they chatted, let me tell you, she knew exactly what she was doing! I realised that this may be the perfect opportunity for my fantasy to come true. I encouraged her to stay and talk to us, leaving them alone while I went to the bar to keep her topped up with wine…It was working….I could see D looking at her tight round ass when she turned away from him, see his hand stroke it gently…they were taking the bait!
Time to go home, so we offered our young friend a lift home in the taxi. I rushed ahead and got into the front seat ensuring that they sat in the back together. Quickly I pulled the visor down, to get a good view of them in the mirror. I pretended to close my eyes, as they both became quiet. Slowly, I saw D stretch out his hand to touch her knee, she looked a bit worried at first, but as his hand slid up under her shirt and onto her thigh, I saw her open her legs slightly. D kept on looking at me to make sure I was asleep, I could feel myself getting really horny watching what was taking place. D slid his hand further up her leg until he could feel her damp pussy through her tiny white knickers. He started to rub her clit slowly at first, but then faster as she opened her legs wider for him to get his fingers inside her. I watched him withdraw his fingers from her dripping pussy and suck the juices from them…It was such a turn on seeing that totally abandoned look on his face, I knew he had to fuck her!!
I invited her in for a nightcap, asking D to get the drinks as I made my excuses and ran upstairs to change. Quietly I came back down the stairs and stood watching through the slightly open door. They were in the kitchen, I watched as she sat up on the table, exposing those long tanned legs, D couldn’t keep his eyes off her…she looked so fucking sexy with her huge tits bursting out of her dress. I could see D’s cock swelling in his jeans and knew he was going to fuck her there and then.
He spread her legs roughly and pulled her knickers to the side exposing here pretty young pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her like a man possessed. She moaned and writhed onto his mouth as he tongued and sucked her wet clit, his fingers sliding in and out was almost too much for her. I was by now really turned on and started to wank myself off as I watched them fuck , it felt so good.
Our little friend must have remembered that I was only upstairs and urged D to fuck her before I came down and caught them. He undid his jeans and his huge, red throbbing cock sprang out in front of her….I swear I’ve never seen it so big!! I don’t think this young girl had seen anything this size either and she couldn’t resist sinking her juicy red lips onto it. I watched her lick and suck that cock as if she couldn’t get enough…D was groaning with pleasure as he groped and squeezed her tits at the same time. He was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her first. Quickly he bent her over the table, exposing that sexy ass…he’s an ass man, so he practically spunked over her there and then but hestood back to admire her sweet pussy and ass before shoving his throbbing prick inside her. She moaned so loudly, as he pounded his cock deep inside, which was lucky as I was moaning really hard myself as I rubbed my aching pussy to the point of an explosive orgasm.
The look on D’s face was exactly what I needed to get me there, he was lost, abandoned and loving fucking this pretty little pussy on my kitchen table. She was begging him now to make her cum, and as she screamed with pleasure I watched D take his swollen cock out of her dripping pussy and shoot his hot thick cum all over her ass.
By this time I was on my knees, trembling with pleasure at the scene in front of me, it took all my strength to creep back upstairs again. I sorted myself out and made some noise to let them know I was on my way down. I entered the lounge to find them sitting quietly having a drink, as if butter wouldn’t melt!! We chatted for a while and then she left, D and I then went to bed and had the best fuck ever that night….I’ve never let on that I know what happened, It’s my secret, but it never fails to make me cum every time I think about it.

Anna and Kelsey?
Part 7.2
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Last time I told you how I met Kelsey. What I didnt tell you was, that she was the first GF I had since I started fucking Anna. So naturally, things got a little wierd.

After that first night / morning, Kelsey and I decided to date, but we wouldnt tell anyone for the moment. O/C I wouldnt keep it a secret from Anna, but other than that, no one knew.

The first few weeks, everytime we saw each other (at each others houses) we fucked. Sometimes up to 3 times, before dinner, before sleeping and in the morning. It was awesome.
Our dates were... unconventional. I always wanted to have more outdoor sex and I got my chance with Kelsey. We fucked in changing rooms of swimming pools, stores etc. With how shy Kelsey was, I had a hard time talking her into it, but as soon as I touched her ass, boobs, pussy or even just her belly in a changing room, she got horny instantly. After a short foreplay, her pussy would always be dripping wet (literally. her juice just dripped down from it or ran down her legs). I loved licking her just as much as I loved her sucking me. The sex had to be quiet of course, so I adapted my technique such that there would be no smacking noise. I would often come in her pussy (swallowing wasnt really her thing), she then always put on panties to keep the cum on her pussy. When we came home, the panties were wet. And I would fuck her again.
One time, we were going swimming in a lake, an hours drive from the city. The place was unknown enough to have very few visitors, even mid summer. When we got there, only 3 or 4 adults were there with us, some of them sunbathing some of them swimming (crossing the lake). Kelsey wore a darkblue swimsuit. She looked sexy as hell. We got in the water (where we could still stand) and played around a bit, splashing water at each other and such. I put my arms around her breasts in an attempt to pull her down into the water with me, but before I did, I saw her bite her lip. I knew what was up. I dunked her, pulled her up and saw that her nipples were already hard. I grabbed her again and pulled her into deeper waters, where only her head and a bit of shoulders were above the water. We started kissing and looked around. Noone was near us, someone was in the lake swimming but far away. I pulled her closer and put my hands on her ass, kneading it. She said "you think this is a good idea?" - "Yes. trust me." She nodded and bit her lip again. I switched from ass to pussy, rubbing it from outside her swimsuit first, then slipping into her with my fingers, pushing the swimsuit to the side. Even though the water was cold, her pussy was warm. She put her arms around my neck, her mouth to my ear and moaned softly. My dick was getting hard already. She started stroking me, bringing my dick up to full size. I lifted her up so that her legs were around my waist and penetrated her hot hole. My cock was unusually cold due to the water, so it took Kelsey by surprise and she looked at me with big eyes "its so cold!" she whispered. My hands were on her hips, her arms around my neck. I started fucking her slowly. She looked around, noone near. "Faster" she demanded and used her legs to force me into a faster rhythm. We were making some waves for sure. After a few moments in this position, we switched to "standing" doggystyle (no idea what the real name of that position is :D). After fucking her pussy for a good minute, she got off my dick and put it up against her ass. She looked at me and said with a grin: "Water is a good lube". So I started fucking her ass slowly. I couldnt tell if she was shaking because of the cold water or because of an orgasm. Soon after I shot my load into her ass. She got off my cock and we stood there hugging for a while. I just then saw someone from the beach looking in our direction. I told Kelsey and she blushed. I didnt know how long that guy was looking, maybe he didnt see anything, maybe he just guessed what we were doing. Kelsey just wanted to get home asap so we got out of the water as fast as we could.

Since I was occupied with Kelsey all the time, I didnt have time for Anna. After a while I caught myself making excuses. I was always good at self-reflection and realised that I feared the next one-on-one meeting with Anna. I was unsure what would happend and didnt know how to behave. I really didnt want to lose either of them. Anna didnt push me, but I decided I had to do something.After me and Kelsey made our relationship public, we often had Anna and Jim as guests, since Kelsey knew Anna from work. Usually Jim and Anna would leave together, but the next time I invited them over, I told Anna via text to stay longer (I did so when I invited them, so that she would have time to prepare herself as well). At that point I hadnt seen Anna in two weeks and we hadnt fucked for 4 months. It was autumn/fall by then, but still Anna turned up in a summer dress (black) with leggings underneath. Jim and I wore shirts, Kelsey was dressed in sweater (tank top underneath, no bra) and jeans. While we were eating we had small talk, jobs etc. nothing special. In the midst of the dinner Anna asked me to turn up the thermostat and I did, not thinking much of it. At the end of the dinner, Anna excused herself and came back from the bathroom without the leggings on. She said "its warm enough so I dont need those damn leggings anymore" and laughed, me and Jim both were looking at her legs then. Kelsey agreed and said "I think I'll have to get rid of my sweater as well." She took it off and revealed her tank top. It was light blue and as I inspected her I could see that she wore no bra. Her nipples werent erect, but a little bump was there anyway. I think Jim also saw that. I thought to myself "Huh, is this a competition for attention?"
Shortly after, we switched from food to drinks and sat on the couch in my living room. Kelsey got tired first, declared she was about to fall asleep but she had to finish reading something for work, and when she went into my bedroom I caught Jim following her with his eyes. Soon after, he excused himself as well, saying "I think I will head home, I'm tired as well. I'll let you two catch up, you havent seen each other in a while..." when he said goodbye he added "I think I'll look if I can say goodbye to Kelsey as well" - since it looked like he was waiting for my agreement I nodded and said goodbye. Anna gave Jim a quick kiss and he went his way. We sat in silence, heard Jim open the bedroom door, some whispering, closing of the door and then opening and closing of the entrance door. I exhaled. I didnt even realize that I had held my breath for a while. I looked at Anna. Smiled. She smiled back. I scanned her body. Even though Kelsey looked good, she was no match for Anna. "You like what you see?" she asked and got a little closer. I nodded and grinned. I was still nervous but the ice was broken. "The reason I asked you to stay..." - "is that you want to talk about us. And Kelsey. I'm not an idiot you know" she said, laughing quietly. I nodded, unsure what to say. Anna started talking instead: "Look, I know you dont know what to do. You really like Kelsey and from what I heard the sex is amazing. Nevertheless, I see the way you still look at me. And we still text and talk alot. So it is obvious that you havent lost your affection for me. So you want both, but dont know if you can do it." I looked at her. She knew me really well. Thats exactly how I felt like. She grinned and said "Yes, I know you very well. And one other thing, think about this: Whats the difference between you fucking me while I'm in a relationship and me fucking you when you are in a relationship." I thought for a moment but then it clicked.
"There is no difference. You just solved my problem." I looked at her in amazement. She smiled and shifted her position. I could see between her legs - no panties. I just then realized how much I missed the sex with her. Its not that the sex with Kelsey was worse - or better - just two different styles. Anna was still smiling. "I want you right now" I said, "but how do we make sure Kelsey doesnt catch us?" Anna answered: "Its your house, find a corner that we can be in without looking suspicious and where she wont find us before we can get dressed after we heard her open the bedroom door." I thought about it and got up, led Anna to a corner of the room, where a book shelf separated it a bit from the rest. The bookshelf was in between us and the bedroom. Behind us a big window to the garden. Anna leaned on the window ledge, pushed her chest out, shoulders back, her legs standing apart. She looked so sexy. I got up to her, started kissing her. When I reached down to feel her pussy, it was already soaking wet. I looked at her in astonishment and she said "I havent had an orgasm in four months, what did you expect?" and winked. I got my dick out and Anna started sucking it immediately. I got hard really fast. Cheating on my GF was really exciting, apparently. I lifted Annas dress and stood between her legs, her ass on the window ledge. She wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck, then I thrusted in. It was a hard first thrust and Anna bit her lip so hard I feared she might bite it open. "you okay?" I whispered. She nodded "I just came. That never happend to me before. Holy shit your dick feels huge!" I humped her slowly, she melted away. When I fucked her harder, her body shook with another orgasm. It was so overwhelming for her, she bit my shoulder. I inhaled sharply, she looked up and whispered "I'm sorry are you okay?" I nodded and smiled. "Fuck me harder... please" she whispered and I did. When her third orgasm came, and her pussy contracted around my dick, I blew my load in her. "Fuuuuuuuck" it came from her. Her body was twitching so I held her tight. I pulled out with a small "plop", still holding her. "That was... amazing.." she panted. I just nodded. After some minutes passed, we parted, I escorted her to the door and said "Thanks for coming by." She smiled and waved goodbye. I took a shower before going into the bedroom. Kelsey was asleep when I came in. I laid down besides her and cuddled with her. Somehow that woke her up. "hey there beautiful" I whispered. She smiled and said "Hey there. Sorry I fell asleep. You two really were talking for a long time." I nodded and said "Me and Anna have been close friends for years. Lately we didnt do anything together, we didnt talk a lot either. Kelsey looked worried "Am I interfering too much? I'm sorry! I didnt know you two were close. You cant lose a friendship just because you have a girlfriend." - "I'm happy you think that way." - "You should see her more often! From now on I mean." - "I will try. Thanks for being supportive." She smiled and touched my dick "As long as she doesnt keep me from getting this, I dont mind". I kissed her, then she pushed me on my back, removed the covers and sat on my chest. "I think I want this now." She sat on my face so I could lick her, I was happy to oblige. Soon her juices were flowing. She then sat on my dick and started fucking me. I massaged her tits, grabbed her throat. "choke me till I slap your arm" she demanded. I never really knew how hard I could choke so I started slow, but she kept encouraging me so I pressed harder till she slapped my arm and inhaled sharply. I then started choking her again until her slap, and so on till she eventually had an explosive orgasm, crying "uhhhhhhh" in a deep voice. I wasnt done, so I made her bend over to me and started fucking her hard and fast. She was surprised but moaned "oh oh yea oh" so I continued until I blew my load in her pussy. We both collapsed and fell asleep soon after.

End of Part 7.2

When you been fucking and edging the whole time she was coming and it’s your turn. Ladies first cumshots are always pent up and explosive. Used my first load to lube her asshole for my second load.