When I was younger and chatrooms were still popular, I spent some time on Yahoo in local, state chatrooms. I chatted with a few women over the years, but had never worked up the courage to actually meet one in person. The internet still had a stigma attached to it back then and I guess I was just afraid of the potential consequences.

When I was 22, I began having a conversation with a 40 year old, married mom whom lived about an hour and a half from me. Her children were older so they were rarely home and her husband was deployed to Afghanistan. She told me that their relationship had been slowly deteriorating for months. She said the few times that she would get to talk to him, it often ended in an argument and that they were most likely headed for divorce once he returned home permanently.

She was a beautiful woman. She told me that before her husband had left, she was a bit heavier, but had worked her tail off to lose the extra weight. By the time we began chatting, she was down to I’d guess around 130 pounds—perfect for her five foot, seven inch frame.

We chatted for several weeks and would occasionally use the webcam. Webcam technology was still pretty new and the image was always laggy and blurry with no sound. As our conversations became more intimate, I would ask for her to show me different things. She was hesitant to show me her breasts. She explained how the weight loss had taken its toll on them. Reluctantly, she showed me. While I thought she was gorgeous either way, she was right. The radical change to her body had done wonders in other places, but the opposite was true in others.

One day, after having been absent from Yahoo Messenger for a few days, she hopped on and said that she was sorry that she had been away. She said that she had had some surgery and wanted to show me something. She turned on her webcam and proceeded to take off her shirt and bra to show me that she had gotten breast implants. Like I said, I thought she was beautiful before, but now every inch of her body was perfect. She would definitely be causing heads to turn everywhere she went.

She told me that I was the first to see them and that she hoped I would see them in person someday. We exchanged phone numbers and within a day or two she texted me to tell me that she was in town to pick up her husband from the airport. His plane would not be coming in until the next day. She had gotten a hotel room downtown and had nothing to do so she wanted to know if I would want to meet to have coffee or something. I agreed to the meeting, despite being nervous as hell.

We had planned to meet at Starbuck’s. It was my hope to get their first simply so she would have to come up to me as I was scared to death to have to come up to her. When I arrived, I was too late. I could see her standing at the counter waiting for her order, but I could really only see her from the side. As I approached the counter from behind her, I heard the kid working the register tell her how beautiful she looked. She said thank you and turned around to see me standing there nervously. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She was stunning! She wore a tight tank tope that amplified her already amazing cleavage. She was also wearing those sexy, cat-eye glasses that I absolutely love on girls.

We awkwardly hugged and I placed my order before joining her out on the patio. We made small talk for well over an hour. It was getting later in the afternoon—early evening. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere and get some dinner. She agreed so we walked a few blocks to a nice Italian restaurant where we had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We continued to make small talk for another good while before I finally paid the check and waited to see where things went next.

I nearly jumped for joy when she asked if I would like to go back to her hotel room and order a movie or something. We walked to her hotel and as we were going up the elevator, yet another guy commented on how beautiful she was. He looked at me jealously as if he knew what was going through my mind.

We entered the room and we both made ourselves comfortable on the bed. She turned on the TV and began searching the pay-per-view titles for a movie to watch. She could’ve turned on anything at that point—I didn’t care. She picked a movie and we began to watch. While I do remember the name of the movie, I couldn’t tell you anything about it as my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour.

We lay there for about forty-five minutes to an hour in silence—except for me getting up to go to the bathroom every ten minutes because I was so damn nervous. Finally, I figured it was now or never so I gently began to caress her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning over and kissing her. This lead to a very passionate make out session before I asked if I could finally see the work that she done.

She lifted her shirt over her head and I wrapped my arms around her back to unclasp her bra. I threw it to the floor, exposing the biggest, most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever been this close to. I asked if I could touch them or if they still hurt too much for them to be handled. She said that she had taken some painkillers as soon as we returned to the room so it would be fine. I gently placed my hands on them being very careful not to be too rough. However, she insisted that she was fine and such delicate care was not required. I continued to fondle her as we kissed, our tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. I lowered my head and carefully licked her breasts, churning my tongue around her nipples.

She told me to lie back and relax. She removed her shorts leaving on the lacey, pink panties that she wore. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. She was somewhat surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, but this only slowed her a second as she took my cock in to her hand. She stroked it gently before lowering her head to give it a lick. She slid her tongue down the length of it stopping at the base to take my balls in to her mouth. She slid back up and whirled her tongue around the head before finally taking the whole thing in to her mouth.

It was pure ecstasy! I had never felt anything like this—the things she could do with her tongue! I desperately tried to recite baseball statistics in my head to keep from cumming too soon so that I could enjoy this for as long as possible. I gave the best effort that I could before finally exploding in to her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. She swallowed it all and smiled as she came up and rested her head on my chest. She must have been able to feel how fast my heart was racing.

We laid there for a few minutes. The entire time she was gently playing with my now soft cock in her hand. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she began stroking me harder. I tried to slide my hand into the front of her panties, but she cut me off and resisted my advance. I told her how bad I wanted to fuck her. She said that she wanted me too, but unfortunately, it was just not a convenient time of the month to do so. So she continued to just stroke my cock for a few minutes.

I was as hard as a rock; throbbing in her hand when suddenly, she stopped and excused herself to the bathroom. I hedged my bets and assumed this was simply and excuse to make preparations as she wanted to fuck as badly as I did. I reached down and took my wallet from my pants that were still lying on the end of the bed. I removed one of the condoms that I had bought on my way to meet her in hopes that something like this would happen. I had been so nervous about what this encounter would be like that I bought those condoms with the desensitizing lubricant to help ensure that you can last longer. I took one and placed it on the corner of the nightstand.

A moment later she returned from the bathroom, having removed the pair of panties that had blocked me from getting to her pussy earlier. She was ready, and so was I. She noticed the condom that I had placed on the nightstand. Standing next to the bed, she took the condom and unrolled it down my penis before climbing on top of me and guiding me in to her pussy.

We fucked forever—in every position imaginable. If it hadn’t been for the extended pleasure condom; I know I only would have lasted a couple of minutes, if not a few seconds. I eventually reached the point where I desperately wanted to cum, but the condom was working all too well. I knew that if I kept it on, I was never going to climax.

Remembering one of our more intimate conversations from Yahoo, I knew that doggy style was her favorite position so I asked if we could do that next. She happily climbed up on all fours and I took my position behind her, discreetly removing the condom in the process. We were facing the mirror so I could see the look on her face as I slid my now naked cock inside of her. She could tell right away what I had done, but didn’t seem inclined to care. I began thrusting harder and harder and told her that I was going to cum. In the slightest whimper, she said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

That was the moment of no return as I thrust my cock one last time and pulled her as close I could by her ass. I unloaded inside of her before we both finally collapsed on the bed. We continued to lie there, now in the dark; kissing and fondling each other before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the entire next day texting back and forth about the encounter and how incredible it had been for both of us. Later that week, she told me that she was going to be coming back to the city to return her husband to the airport. She asked if she could stay with me once she was rid of him. At this point in time I had just returned home from college and was still living with my parents. I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I essentially just dodged the question and explained that I would be busy. Our messages became fewer and fewer over the next couple of days before just finally ending altogether.

To this day, I still think about this night and recreate it in my mind. About a year ago, right before my own wedding, I decided to see if I could find her. All I had to go on was a first name, an old cell phone number that was no longer in service, and the screen name she had used on Yahoo Messenger.

After some creative Googling, I managed to find her Facebook profile. I discovered that she was now living in another state as her husband had been reassigned. They were still married; apparently living much happier than she was at the time of our meeting. I sent her a friend request, but she never responded. I took this to mean that it was best to leave well enough alone. I still check in on her Facebook page from time to time. I have since learned that her son is right around my age and that her daughter, only a couple of years younger than me, is as gorgeous as her mother.

I wish that I could simply tell her how much that night meant to me, but I wouldn’t want to risk jeopardizing her marriage or my own. I am left with the lasting memory in the back of my mind and very few days pass that I do not recall that evening and wish that I would have met her again the following week like she wanted to.

Dear ML Staff,

Hopefully, some lessons were drawn on your part in being more judicious with your advertisers. You always picked advertisers on the sketchy, super-intrusive end (and even that is probably not worth the little bit of extra ca$h compared to the traffic losses when it frightens many visitors), but when it comes to genuinely criminal malware installing advertisers, that reflects extremely poorly on the site, and it supposed status as not-a-free-for-all, where anything goes.

Beyond this malware episode, you can still purchase advertisers that depict sexually explicit, graphic content, without these being really intrusive (like ones that open little loud videos - it's obvious no one wants to see or hear those when they are trying to view an actual video for the site (even anon viewing of your website deserves minimal respect, I argue)). And, of course, as for safety, that's a whole misdemeanor-versus-felony level of serious.

And again, all for naught. For nothing. There's no way you need the little bit of extra money from the super-intrusive, forcing-one-to-manually-close-them, making-the-site-experience-unpleasant advertisers. There's just no way that pay that much more than the ones that are un-intrusive (again, in their format, not content).

So, whatever short-term profit goals are motivating you, ML Staff, to lean towards purchasing the intrusive advertisers (who, due to that character, also pose a greater risk in going beyond purposeful nuisance, to actual unsafe malware behaviour, as we have seen in the last few days when ML was effectively down for 75 percent of visitors), I am almost certain you are actually losing money from these.

You, ML Staff, will actually get __more money__ if you opt to go with the non-intrusive advertisers. Because, even though they pay you slightly less, the rise in traffic will more than offset the difference (difference in whatever little extra premium the intrusive advertisers are paying you right now so that they able to harass your visitors).

So some of you may have read my previous post about my security guard fuck buddy from work.

Well i have recently found another one. Doctor. Older, divorced, and fun as fuck.

So, here is the deal. I flirt at work. A lot. I am a walking HR issue. Any comment that can be construed as dirty, I will pounce on it. Someone bumps into me I will laugh and bite my lip while I look at them. Sometimes this works, most of the time it doesn't.

With the Doc, it worked.

At first I thought it wouldn't. He comes off as very uptight. But I still messed with him. Because I'm horny, and I don't give a fuck.
The first positive sign I got from him was at the station one night. He had made his rounds and was returning to make some instructions and notes. I was next to the pass that leads into the station, bent over and helping one of the newbies with an admit. The way I was bent, I was blocking the pass.
He moved to get in and I playfully backed up, pretending I didn't see him.

He said something like 'Excuse me' but I kept talking to the newbie, and winked at her a little. He said something again, and I just shifted my weight.
Suddenly there was a sharp slap and a pain on my ass cheek. He had popped me with the binder he was carrying.
I was ready, I knew what to do. I turned to him, and bit my lower lip and said "Mmmmhmm" As the look of shock began to take shape on his face, I went to the next step. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, lol. I did that out of reflex." As he slid past me he stopped.

"Reflex?"

"Yup. Sorry." and I grinned at him turning back to what I was doing, making sure to bend over for him, my scrubs clinging to my butt. I could feel him looking.

Before we go on, I'll tell you a little about Doc. Doc is older, 50 something. Tall, thin build like a vegan. He is always clean shaven with the manscaping that you would make the most fastidious homosexual blush. His hair is plentiful and jet black. The kind of jet black a 50 year old only gets with the help of chemistry. He is handsome, yet distant. His brown eyes seem to look disinterested at everything. I had never seen him smile, until our very next encounter.

It had been a few days and I was back on days, thankfully. I was in my little cubby entering data into the spam logs when I became aware of someone in the doorway to the cubby. I looked at it was Doc. He was just standing there. I was caught a little off guard and at a loss for words.
He looked for a moment and asked to see the log for a patient. I knew something was up. The docs never ask me for the logs they get access to it from the online portal when they need to.

I decided to play along. I pulled the log up. He leaned in, close to me. His face next to mine. I could hear his breathing. Shaky, like he was having a hard time controlling his breathing. He looked at the screen without speaking for almost a bit too long.
"Interesting." he said finally and he stood up.
I decided to though him a lifeline. "Hey, Doc, I wanted to tell you I was sorry about the other day. I was just messing around."
He laughed. "Are you married?" he asked.
"Yes." I said, holding up my hand.
He shook his head. "Flirting is a bad habit".
I turned back to the screen. "What people do not know doesn't hurt them." I said.
He just smiled and walked away.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to chat. Followed the same pattern. Start off about something work related. Then a comment or two that was personal, and then it would end. I was sure he was incapable of advancing the ball.
Then I went back on nights.

Doc was making his rounds, and I was in the spam cubby. On one of the screens, a warning popped up. Looked like a lead was off. It wasn't uncommon, but it did mean I'd need to go down the hall and reattach it. I shuffled off down the hall, turning into the room with the bad lead. Standing next to the bed, looking right at the door, was Doc.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey." I replied. "Bad lead." I said.
"Oh. At least he's asleep."
I moved up to the bed, but instead of going to the patient, I stood in front of Doc. "Yeah I said."
We stood there for an uncomfortable moment.
Fuck it. "Doc.."
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me." and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
Wordlessly, he moved in and I felt his mouth on mine. I opened my mouth, greedily accepting his tongue.
Wow. He was a good kisser.
He moved his hands on my body, and used his mouth with practiced skill. Ten seconds. Twenty. A minute.
Finally, we stopped. Without a word, I moved to reattach the lead.
I felt his hand on my ass. Rubbing it. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

Finished, we kissed some more. His hand went down the back of my scrubs and into my panties. He grabbed at my ass. Hearing a cart coming down the hall, we broke apart. I left as quick as I could.

This went on for the next week. We would meet in a room, make out. I would jerk his cock, he would finger me. I wanted him bad. his cock was nice. Not long, but thick. Difficult to close my hand around. One night, after making out and returning to the station, he asked me if I always went home after work. I told him no. He nodded.
"Would you like to come by my house"
"Fuck yes."

On the drive, my pussy was soaking. I could feel the butterflies that I loved feeling in my stomach. The anticipation of being fucked. Someone new. A new cock. A new mouth. New tricks. All of it. I was craving it.

We pulled into his driveway, and i was not disappointed. He was a fucking doctor, after all. Beautiful house. A little on the McMansion side of things, but better then the rental I lived in. Stone and wood on the outside, and inside, lovely furnishings. But something was amiss.
No woman lived here. There was dust where there shouldn't be dust. Pillows on the couches were stacked haphazardly. Cups of diluted, flat coke sat in various places around the house.

As we walked in, I asked him where his wife was.
"Gone" was all he said.

We went into a wine cabinet and returned with two glasses. He sat in his chair. I sat on the couch next to him. He poured the wine. A nice red.
We talked though the first glass.
When he poured the second, he told me to stand up.
I was tingling.

(yes here comes the fucking)

He motioned me to stand before him. "Strip" he said.
This began to make me uncomfortable. I like to fuck, but I know I'm fat. My full body is not something I like to show off. But I had come this far, and his voice was so commanding.
I slipped out of my scrubs, panties the bra.
"Move your hands. Put them at your side."
i did. My face burned with redness.
"You shave."
"Yes".
He pulled his cock out. Without another word, I moved to my knees, and took him into my mouth.
He grew quickly. The thickness I had felt before made it difficult to get him in my mouth, but I tried. I felt his hand on my head, and he began to apply pressure. I moaned, letting him know that I wanted him to be forceful.
He complied.
I felt him going further with each stroke, the salty sweat from the days work was gone, washed clean by my mouth. I forced my head down on him. I choked. Coughed. He stopped. I gently moaned.
I pulled my head off, letting it fall free.
"It's okay" I gasped before plunging my head back down on him.
"Oh yes. The spanking. Makes sense now." he said.
I felt his hand on my head turn into a fist. A handful of my hair in it. He began to pull and push with it, taking control of my movements.
He was fucking my mouth.
i loved it.
Too soon, he stopped and stood. "Undress me."
I did. Pants first, then shirt. Standing, he resumed fucking my mouth. i plunged my fingers toward my clit.
I was sopping.

He stopped again. Pulling me off, I returned to lick and suck his balls. I looked up at him. He was smiling. "You are good at this. Are you a whore?"
I nodded.
"Follow me." We walked up the stairs, and into his room. He directed me to the bed, while He retrieved something from the nightstand. I lay down, but he told me all fours.
I complied and he pushed my head and shoulders down.
I heard a flick and a buzzing.
A toy. Oh what fun.
I felt his head. He was rubbing it on my pussy, then up to my ass, then back down.
"Have you ever been buttfucked?"
"Yes"
"Too bad."
His head stopped at my pussy and I felt him pushing it in. Steady, he was in me, balls deep. Wide and filling me. He pulled out, then slammed home again.
I felt the cold plastic on my ass.
I moaned.
"Ask me."
I said nothing.
He stopped fucking me.
"Do it."
"Please." I said. "Buttfuck me."
He started to push the toy into me. At first I thought it was just a butt plug, but it went deeper.
Finally it found a resting place and the fucking began in earnest. his fucking became more and more violent. Slamming into me. His fist returned, grabbing a handful of hair. He pulled with each thrust. Not too much, just enough.
I came. It was sudden. The build up had only just started before it soared and reached the tipping point. "Fuck....omg fuck me!" I cried.
"You whore.."
"I am your whore. Fuck me."
i felt his pace change slightly, and felt his cum. "You married whore" he said as he came. Pumping his semen deep into me.
He pulled the toy out of my ass, followed by his deflating cock. I collapsed into his bed. He Remained standing.
"10 minutes."
"What?"
"You have 10 minutes. Then I want you out of my house."
I sat up.
"Next week. You will make time for me. Again. No panties at work any more."
"Okay." I was wanting him to fuck me again already.
I stood, and suddenly he kissed me. Just like the first one. Love and lust mixed.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun....

Since we have been together my girlfriend has turned into a bit of an exhibitionist. She has flashed her beautiful tits dozens of times. Quite often it was me exposing them but she always let me. She enjoyed it. Usually it was spontaneous but sometimes it was planned out. Similar to some videos clips from Frivolous dress order.
She also enjoyed sex in public. She especially loves sucking cock in public. Sometimes we would just go for a drive so she could give me a blowjob while I was driving. We got caught doing this several times and on more than one occasion a passer by would stop to watch. It seemed to turn her on.
But she was always hesitant about flashing her ass or pussy. It was rare. The odd time when we were out for drinks she would position herself so that a guy could see under her skirt and get a quick view of her panties. But never actually flashing her pussy. I tried convincing her a couple times, She would think about it and then blush but would say no. And then finally she decided to do it.
It was a Saturday afternoon. We were meeting some people at a pub to watch our local football team play. Some were friends, other were aquaintances or you could call them friends of friends.
Of course we were wearing clothing that supported our team. My girlfriend was wearing a low cut black shirt that had our team logo and a black skirt.
We met everyone at the pub. There was 4 couples and 2 guys that were single. We couldn't all sit at on table so we grabbed 2 tables that were beside each other. One table was a short table that had regular chairs. The other table was a higher table so bar stools were required for that table.
The women decided that they would all sit at one table since they really weren't that interested in the game and the guys could sit at the other table and enjoy the game together. The women chose the higher table.
The girls sat with 2 on each side of the table. The guys sat with 2 on each side and 1 on each end. The pub had tvs everywhere so everyone had a good view of the game. I was sitting beside one of the single guys. We were positioned so that the tv we were watching was right above my girlfriends table.
As the game went on I noticed that the guy beside me kept on leaning towards me. It was getting annoying. I even asked him what the hell he was doing. He just gave me a startled look and said he wasn't doing anything. He kept doing it. Then I noticed that he was trying to look up the skirts of 2 women at the table. One was my girlfriend. The other was a very cute blonde girl. We were the only 2 guys at the table that had that view.
My girlfriend had her legs in a position so that we couldn't see up her skirt. But you could see up the other girls skirt a bit. She was wearing some sexy turquoise panties. My girlfriend didn't notice the guy trying to look up their skirts but Im pretty sure the blonde girl noticed him staring. She looked at him and changed her position so he could no longer see. But he continued trying to look up their skirts.
A few minutes pass and I decide to get up and go to the bar to get another drink. I ask my girlfriend to join me. While we are waiting for our drinks I tell that the guy beside me is trying to look up her skirt. She just laughed. I told her that she should let him have a little peek. She said maybe.
We went back to our respective tables and watched the game. A short time later my girlfriend positioned her legs so that the I and the guy next to me could see under her skirt. At first she had her legs fairly close together so you couldn't see anything, just a shadow. But she slowly opened legs and her white panties became visible. He just kept staring at her crotch. I was trying not to stare but it was fucking hot.
Half time came and it was time for a bathroom break. I got up to go to the bathroom, my girlfriend did too. We talked while we were on our way to the bathroom. I told her that the guy sitting next to me liked the view of her panties. I told her I liked it too and thought it was hot. She didn't say anything. Just smiled. We then went to our respective bathrooms.
We went back to our separate tables as the 2nd half begun. All I was thinking about was my girlfriend showing her panties in public. I was wondering if she would continue the show in the 2nd half. We didn't discuss it when we talked at halftime. I was hoping the show would continue but I assumed she was done showing off.
As we watched the 2nd half the guy sitting next to me was again trying to look up my girlfriends skirt. I was trying to look myself but nothing. She had her legs completely closed and positioned so that we couldn't see anything. Quite a bit of time passed. The 3rd quarter was over in the game and it was heading to the final quarter. Nothing. I guess the show is over. It was fun while it lasted.
A couple minutes into the final quarter of the game my girlfriend re positions herself so that she is facing directly towards us. I was asking myself, are we going to get another show. But she had her legs closed tight together. We kept watching though and very slowly she started to open her legs. Still can only she a shadow though. She keeps slowly spreading her legs. But I don't see her white panties. I'm seeing her bare pussy. Not a full view, but you could see that she wasn't wearing panties. Im in total shock. She had removed her panties when she went to the bathroom. I had no idea she was going to do that. I got to admit, I liked it.
She kept spreading her legs a bit more until we got a full view of her soaking wet pussy. Omg this was so fucking hot. She sat there at the table watching the game with the other women with her left hand holding a drink and her right hand in her lap under the table. She lowered her right hand to her pussy. I thought to cover up. But then she started rubbing her pussy for us to watch. She would lift her glass with her left hand and take a sip of her drink while she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand.
The guy next to me couldn't stop staring. He was completely red faced. He was at a loss for words. This was too hot to handle. Thought I would explode in my pants.
The guy at the one end of the table to the left of me noticed he was red faced and said something. I didn't want the show to be ruined so I leaned over and whispered in his ear what was going on and told him not to say anything. He ended up sliding his chair over to our side of the table so he could see. His excuse for moving was that there was a glare on the tv so he had to change position.
Now 3 of us are watching her. The 3rd guy can't see her pussy though because her hand is over it. She just keeps watching the game and talking to the other women not even acknowledging that we are watching her. Occasionally rubbing her pussy for.
Then she does something very hot and unexpected. She moves her hand so that her pussy is visible again. She the holds her pussy lips wide open with her right thumb and index finger and holds that position for what seemed like an eternity. You could literally see her pussy dripping and throbbing.
Holy fuck I couldn't believe she did that for these guys. I've never been so horny in my life. Neither has she. As the game ends my girlfriend gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean her pussy soaked hand.
The 2 guys that watched both made comments. The one guy just said wow. The other guy looked at me with a smile and said great game.
We left the pub shortly after. Went out to her Suv. I told her that I couldn't wait until we got home. I wanted that pussy so badly. We got in the back seat and I licked and chewed on her pussy until she had an orgasm then I did it again and again. I loved the way she squirmed when I would continue to eat her pussy after she had an orgasm.
This was the first time she ever flashed her pussy and the hottes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a stroke going on two years ago the day after my birthday. I am fifty. The damage is a slight loss of balance now (was severe) and the hearing in my right ear is gone.

I confess that I believe in reincarnation for empirical, and subjective reasons. I sometimes feel suicidal, as if I should reboot.

Either we survive beyond death or not; eventually, we all go there. What is the difference between dieing now or in ten years?

Being the oral-loving horndog that I am, after failing to find a willing lady on Craigslist I eventually put in my own ad. I got a reply from a single mom I found out to be in the next town. After some communications back and forth, it was funny, I asked if she wanted to meet at a local McD's? She almost flipped out, she says she's there now. So, I get my ass over there quick, eventually we do meet up in the parking lot in her car. After some chat back and forth, we both knew what I was there for but we were both nervous about mention it, worrying if the other was LE. Eventually she asked me if I wanted a blow job, to which I answered yes, in less than a second. We end up doing the deed right in their parking lot. We met quite often after that, much more relaxed, usually in her car. As time went on I convinced her to invite me to her apartment when her kids weren't there. She would get naked for me in her place, nice shaved pussy and tight body, never let me get to her pussy except for a quick touch. We used to get together on Sunday mornings when she went out to get coffee, she'd be in her pj's so I had easy access to her reactive nipples when she sucked me off. Once I came so hard it came out her nose, fortunately she was a good sport and just kind of chuckled and mentioned that it stung a bit. Eventually our meetings ended, I think she found herself a boyfriend. My loss. I also met a younger girl, maybe early 20's, she's get naked, let me play with her pussy while she blew me, and she was willing to get me off twice, also a swallower, met her a couple of times at her place, then didn't hear from her form a while then on a hunch I email her and she answers, come to find out she's staying at her parents house, no ones home so come on over. Can't believe these girls allow a fat old horny bald guy into their homes. Anyway, since then they've both moved on. That's a problem with amateur girls, they do it because they need the money, then when they don't need it you're done, just have to take advantage of the situation when it presents itself.

I must admit that I would have fucked that black guy at the bar. A friend and me closed a bar and went to a four o'clock bar in the area, the only one was a gay bar, which didn't bother me. We were met with curiosity. "Are you guys together" asked an older lesbian, she was white, middle aged and had dyed blond hair. Not a bad frame on her for her age. Her Puertorican friend (a butch lesbian) was getting mad at her for talking to us and stormed off. He continued to talk to her, it turns out she owned her own bar and wanted us to "come over for some coke and sexual fun." I had to use the washroom, bad! I walked to the restroom unzipped my pants and let loose. This piss seemed to last forever. A muscular black man unzipped and pissed right next to me, it sounded like a fucking horse pissing on a flat rock. "I like your hair," he said, looking at me smiling. I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. My mouth was just open and I was at a loss for words. This guy could have easily forced himself on me and I wouldn't be able to do shit. I zipped up my pants and said "thanks," and started to walk out. "Hey, aren't you going to was your hands?" He asks.
I blushed. I went to the sink and started washing my hands, and he walked to the sink next to me. I looked at him in the mirror. His huge cock was hanging out of his pants. I'm only 6.5 inches and cut, his was well over the 8 inch mark, thick - it looked like a fucking snake. I blushed more.
"What do you think?" He said smiling and laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm straight" I said, sneaking a quick look at his cock again.
I walked out, I left. My friend was long gone with that middle aged lesbian and I was stuck until the busses started running again. I ended up waiting outside at a bus stop until 7am when a bus finally came.
I still think about that huge cock, how I would have loved to get him in a stall and suck him off, let him spray his load all over my face - the hot splash of his cum erupting on my face. Now I am married, have a kid, but that is something that I always regretted.

How it all started I think.

The reason I say I think is because when I was 14 I was hit by a drunk driver while at my grandmothers house and I have sketchy memories of things that have happened before then, most of which are which are just what I have been told not my actual memories. for that fact I do not to this day remember my 8th grade year of school. my only memory of that day is looking down the street and seeing headlights, a flash of memory of being loaded in a helicopter, then the day I woke up in a hospital having to pee tried to get up to find I was tied to the bed and screaming my head off till a nurse came un tied me and let me get up to go but watched the whole time till I got back into bed. the doctor came in about 20 minutes after I was back in bed who asked me a lot of questions not telling me much and told the nurse to get a phone for my room so I could call my parents and gave me a phone number to call them. about 30 minutes after I called they were at the hospital to which I was told about the stitches in my leg and in my head and face and about severe bruising to my brain that caused my memory loss. I was told that I would be able to go home the next day after some finale test and he needed a conference with my parents so I was left alone still confused and in a bit of pain till the nurse got me some more meds then I was good to go. mom and dad come in after a couple hours and fill me in that it has been 3 days since I got hit be the truck and the had been staying at the Ronald McDonald house ( yes we were dirt poor) while I was in the hospital to which I ask why they just didn't just go home then they filled me in that I was in a trauma hospital in a different state almost 300 miles away from home. don't remember much more from that day till the next when I was let go home.

so after I am let out my dad is driving and my mom is in the back with me and she is just being all lovey dovey about how they thought they were going to loose me and all. about half hour or more into the drive I they fill me in on the 24 7 watching me because of the head injury and I am not to be walking without crutches and that I couldn't get any of my stitches wet so about half way home I need to pee and my dad tells my mom to get a empty to 2 liter for me to pee in as he needs to be to work in the morning and he didn't want to stop. so I pee in it and my mom leans back undoes her pants and pulls them down to her knees and inches forward and try's to pee in the 2 liter getting pee all over her hand pants and floor board my dad looks back and tells me to help her so she can quite making a mess of the car (1970 scout) so I ask my mom what I could do she has me hold the 2 liter for her so she could position herself. so I am holding the 2 liter as she takes her pants and panties off and holds her pussy lips open and pees a little then gets the rest in the 2 liter. she capes it and throws it out the window lol. anyway she hands me her pants to clean my hands off after she cleaned hers and throws them in the back gets a blanket out and covers herself up I fell asleep a little while after that early 80's pain meds caused that lol.

I wake up starving and not feeling to well about 10 minutes from home so we didn't stop but mom was pants less and I was still in a hospital gown so stopping for food wasn't happening anyway. We lived in a one stop sign town and it was after 7 when we pulled up to the house mom was helping me out of the car when I up chucked all over her and me my dad just stood back and laughed and told her to get me into the house and clean us up he would get our stuff. so my mom takes me in the storm porch as I am telling her I am sorry the hole way sets me on the bench takes both our clothes off then helps me to the bathroom where she starts a bath. now I am a 14 year old boy and a naked female almost carrying me threw the house me rubbing up against her body a hard on is inevitable and I had a raging one by time she set me on the toilet. then she is bent over the tub getting bath water ready as I am sitting there dumb founded by the whole situation my dick sticking strait in the air she turns around with a was cloth and starts wiping my face down when my dad walks in and asks what we want to eat my mom says what ever and I just stair at my dad as my mom finishes cleaning me up being careful of my leg before he leaves she gets me a towel and dries me then gets in the tub and cleans herself up while I sit there watching my dad comes back in about 20 minutes later as she is getting out saying we need to come eat my mom is drying off as he is talking then grabs me and helps me up and out to the dinning room with my dad fallowing we sit and eat me and my mom both nude my mom cleans up after the burgers and fries and my dad tells her to take me to the living room as she is helping me into the living room all the rubbing and nakedness finally does its thing and I shot as for my memory my first load all down her leg and on her side she just stoped in her tracks and my dad was just staring at me and I felt like I was about to die of embarrassment let alone my dad being right there I figured he was going to kill me or something. but no he just burst out laughing almost falling out of his chair telling my mom there you go you need another shower. she snapped out of it got me to the couch didn't say anything and went back to the bathroom to clean up.

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. my dad looked at me after he calmed down a bit and started telling me everything was ok and that I did nothing wrong. asked if I had ever came before then told me it was a normal thing not to worry about it happens when a naked female arouses a man and rubs on him weather intentionally or not just then my mom came in this time with her nightgown (the long sheet looking ones) on and actually apologized to me for embarrassing me and said she was ok and to not worry about it. to which my dad looked at her and said maybe they need to give me the talk tomorrow and it was to late today with everything that has happened he got me my pillow as my mom got me my meds before they told me to just get some sleep we would talk about it in the morning.

so that is my first to my own knowledge time of Cumming

My neighbor moved in with her husband 2 years ago. Her husband is an over the road truck driver, so he’s gone 6 days out of the week mostly. Sometimes he’ll be home for the weekend but for the most part he’s gone a lot. When he’s home he drinks until he passes out in the backyard, or go out to a bar. They have no children, so she’s all alone when he’s gone.
When he would leave, she would ask me to help her with little things, and being a good neighbor, I would always help the little lady. I’m 52 and my wife decided to leave me a good 10 years ago, so instead of going through a shit ton of financial loss (again), and having my heart break (again) I just decided that I didn’t want any relationships and that I’d just play the field and fuck whoever came my way. My neighbor (we’ll call her Jessica) is 36, and always wanted to chat me up when she saw me outside. I’d always be nice and friendly, talking about the weather, and just general bullshit going on.
We grew into pretty good friends, if she seen me outside sometimes she’d call over to me to help her with something – usually some handyman issue that her husband never fixed. Things really took an interesting turn 6 months ago, she called me over to see why her stove wasn’t working and I immediately found that the gas was intentionally turned off to the stove.
She knew I knew, and she knew she was caught. Jessica was embarrassed, and sat down on a chair in the kitchen and started to cry.
“I’m just so fucking lonely. I’m sorry for bugging you.”
I consoled her, told her that I was her friend and that she could always talk to me.
She got up, and hugged me really tight, I could feel her pushing her tits against me and her hands gripping on to my shirt as she sobbed.
“I’m really fucking lonely…” she murmured. Our eyes met, we kissed, and we fucked.
As you can see from the picture, Jessica isn’t a bad looking woman. Her raven black hair, her lovely tits – she’s got a lot going on for her. Since we first fucked, when her husband is away, she’s always over at my house and even spends the night sometimes. She’s admitted she has deep feelings for me, and I have to say I do have feelings for her too. We’ve been fucking behind her hubbies back for a good 5 months now, and I’ve never used protection. Little lady has a bit of a fetish for creampies, she says her husband never touches her anymore and they’ve been married for 8 years. She awkwardly admitted that she can’t remember the last time he came inside her.
She’s been talking about filing for divorce, selling the house and getting an apartment – but I told her that she didn’t need to get an apartment because she’s basically living with me when her hubby is away. Hell, my bedroom has bras and panties laying around half the time because she leaves her clothes at my house half the time.
When I told her that she didn’t need an apartment, she lit up and was excited.
“I totally would love to be in your arms every fucking night,” she paused, and blushed.
“I’m so fucked,” she said as a tear rolled down her face.
I was confused, “what? What is wrong?”
“You don’t want to know, I just realized something.”
I shook my head, “what is it babe?” And then I panicked a bit, “are you pregnant?”
She laughed, “no… not at all. I just realized I’m in love with you and it’s not just any little crush, I’m madly in love with you and I don’t know what the fuck to do about all this shit, I need to get a divorce. I’ll go see a lawyer tomorrow.”
My heart stopped, fucking hell time stopped, but words came out of my mouth that I wasn’t even trying to say, “I love you too.”
I fucked her again, looking into her eyes as I came inside her.
Currently she has filed for divorce; her husband didn’t seem to mind and doesn’t even know I’m banging his wife. He’s talked to me a couple times over the fence of our properties.
“You’ve been a good neighbor bro, but the house is up for sale and I’m moving away. She can go do whatever. We really lost our connection a while ago, she got mad because she found used condoms that I forgot to throw away in my truck. I mean you’re a man right? When you’re on the road and some cracked out lot lizard is pounding on your door for a $20 fuck, why deny it.”
I just nodded my head, “yeah men have needs.”
He grunted, “yeah, the fuck she think happens on the road? She’s a dead fuck anyway, fuck we haven’t fucked in probably two years.”
That was the last time I saw him. Jessica is living in the house until it’s sold, but always comes over – she has a key to my house. Every night we’re having fun, she makes me feel like I’m 18 years old again. I’m not sure that we’ll get married or anything like that, but it sure is nice to have a beautiful woman in my arms every night. Jessica is planning on getting off her birth control pills, she did ask me if I wanted to be a father – and I told her that I’d love nothing more than to inseminate her beautiful body with my cum. So, I might be breeding her soon. Fucked up thing is, that’s her word for it, “breed me daddy.”
She likes to be on top and loves doggy style too. Gripping her soft tits while I cum inside her is fucking amazing.
She knows I go on porn sites, we’ve discussed it because I brought it up a while ago. Jessica actually loves watching porn, and doesn’t care that I take her picture. I hope Jessica stays with me for a while. She’s a very nice woman, literally tells me what’s on her mind, we talk about all kinds of shit, 100% open and honest with each other too.
Sometimes life sucks, but if you wait and let it flow, it will reward you.

My first time alone with Mr Jim wasn't at all what I thought it would be. Two weeks after Bobby's car broke down and I met his father, Mr Jim, I was heading to Bobby's house to hang out with him some of our friends. I was surprised to see Mr Jim answer the door when I knocked, he told me to come in and I did. He said he didn't think about me having my own car or he would have asked to meet me somewhere instead of waiting for me to show back up there. I shrugged it off, I hadn't thought he was serious about really wanting to see me alone. I started to walk on, heading to the back where I knew everyone was from the sound of the guys in the pool when I walked up to the house. Mr Jim grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to him and asked, "How about it?". I thought he meant meeting up and I told him we could and asked if he wanted my phone number. "No, I mean right now. Come with me" he said pulling me by my arm, off down a hall where the bedrooms were. I followed along with him as he pulled me along, "Seriously?" I asked, I thought someone else may have been in the house so I whispered. He pulled me into his bedroom and locked the door behind us, "They don't know you're here, don't worry about them." I wasn't sure what to do, "They know I'm on the way though". Mr Jim started taking his clothes off and I just stood there taken aback, still not sure what to do. "We'll just have to hurry then" he said dropping his shorts, "Take your clothes off". I must have looked and acted confused and unsure, Mr Jim told me again, "Go on, get undressed." I took my shorts down and kicked them off my feet, Mr Jim came over to me and pulled my shirt off of me, then told me to get on the bed. It was all happening way too fast and I must have looked like an idiot, like I was climbing on a bed for the first time, still unsure as to what I should be doing. He climbed up right behind me, grabbed my butt and grunted, "Mm, so fucking pretty" in the same motion he moved on forward and brought his hard dick to my mouth, "Just like last time" and pressed it into my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes and then he pulled out, reached under a pillow, pulling out a bottle of lubricant and climbed of the bed. "Come over here and lay on your back for me". I didn't realize he wanted to fuck me until right then. I got even more nervous than I already was and my legs began shaking. I laid down like he said to, my legs hung over the bed at my knees and I watched him as he rubbed some lube over his dick. "Don't worry, I'm going to be gentle", he said lifting my legs up, "Hold them back for me". I wasn't worried about him being gentle, I was just at a loss, I didn't plan on getting fucked, losing my anal virginity to him right then or even losing it to him. Mr Jim grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, he was really going to do this. He rubbed my anus with his fingers and pushed a finger in me, I distinctly remember he saying, "That's a beautiful ass". I didn't say anything, he pulled his finger out and began pushing his dick in my ass slowly, he watched every last inch of him slip inside of me, "How's that feel?" he asked me. I told him it was okay, it felt good. I had plenty of experience playing with my toys at home, I knew how to relax and take it. Mr Jim watched his cock slide in and out of me and I kept watching him, watching himself. He slowly worked up his pace and asked, "Do you like buddy?" I nodded yes, thinking it was weird him calling me buddy, giving him the nod gave him more courage to fuck fast and harder. I started to calm down a bit and just go with it but, as soon as I did Mr Jim was ready to cum. The only time he stopped watching himself to really look at me was to ask, can I cum in you? I figured he was anyway, that or want to shoot his load in my mouth, I said "Sure, yeah" and seconds later he was dropping is load in me. When he was done, he was done, he pulled out, grabbed a towel that was already on the bed, wiped his cock off and put his shorts back on. I hadn't really gotten hard and I really wasn't looking to get off, Mr Jim threw me his towel and put his shirt on. I wiped myself off and got up, got dressed and waited for him to tell me what to do. Ready? he asked, what he was asking if I was ready for I had no idea but, I said yes. He opened the bedroom door, stuck his head out and waved me to come along with him. "I'll talk to you later buddy, give me your phone number before you go outside though". I gave him my number and went outside to join my friends in the pool. I jumped right in, I didn't need anyone seeing the wet stain on the back of my shorts from Mr Jim's cum still leaking out of me. When we came back inside eventually Mr Jim was gone, I didn't see him the rest of the day. I felt used, and proud at the same time, I liked the thought of being a quick lay for Bobby's dad. I hoped I would get to see him again. Soon.

My wife and I have an affinity for Latinas and Oriental / Asian women. I'm 49, and my wife is 45. My wife is bisexual, we've had a few threesomes with ladies we've met at bars and my wife really had a taste for some Latina pussy, so we looked up an escort service. I brought up that most escorts have limitations, and we should probably just put up an ad on a swinger site. So we did.
"Looking for our Latina Unicorn"

It took a bit to weed out incompatible people, or guys looking to fuck my wife (and me). A lot of guys will put on lipstick and a dress and have their cock hanging out like "I'm what you both need" - and it was getting frustrating. Finally we had a bite. This sexy big titted Latina who lived near our area was interested. We chatted with her online, exchanged phone numbers and invited her out to dinner so we could get to know her. She liked us, she flirted not just with my wife but with me too. She was telling us that she really wanted some desert after dinner. It was my wife who put the breaks on.

"Let's slow down, we'd really like to get to know you..." my wife said, my dick was disappointed lol - I wanted to fuck this 30 year old babe right on the restaurant table. Her name (I don't even care about censoring her name), was Julieht. When my wife said to slow down, Julieht pouted, her lower lip curled in disappointment.
"Are you two looking for something long term?" Julieht asked point blank.

"Long term? You're pretty young, having fun with two people in their mid to late forties is one thing, but how can you figure we'd have a long term relationship when you'd eventually want someone younger?" My wife kicked me under the table.

Julieht, probably saw me wince in pain, but ignored it, "I've been a unicorn before, to couples younger than me to couple's in their 60s," she kind of shook her chest so her titties would jiggle and winked, "and let me tell you - all of them wanted more of me. Most girls want that white picket fence, a house and a husband, I just want a home to cuddle with two people I'd love to spend the rest of my life with."

I could see my wife blush, and her chest was turning a bright pink - when my wife's chest turns bright pink, she's horny - and I always use it as an indicator of how close to an orgasm she is. My wife was turned the fuck on.

"I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant," Julieht said after a bit of silence.

"He'd wear a condom," my wife said, almost like she was negotiating with Julieht on what is off limits.
Julieht leaned over and pecked my wife on the lips, "I don't have any allergies so that's fine."

We talked more, got to know more about her. Turns out she's a beautician, and doesn't work too far from our house - just about 4 miles from us.

I became the skeptic, for once, and asked, "why would you be attracted to an older couple like us? You're very beautiful, and young..."

"I was married once, I have one child and she stays with my mother back in Bogotá, Colombia. My husband worked for the wrong people... with drugs. He's dead... so I'm a widow."
My wife comforted her, "I'm so sorry, that's horrible!"

Julieht continued, "I was forced to do terrible things, it was always the younger guys having their way while my husband watched. I was married at 18, and I thought he loved me but he got involved with really bad people. An older man took me under his wing and helped me escape to the USA when I was 20. I've been here 10 years. So I like older people because they are a lot more mature... they're more straight forward. My husband was killed probably because I left, but I couldn't handle the abuse anymore. I wanted to bring my daughter, but couldn't. I call her when ever I can."
Julieht started to tear up, my wife scooted over and put an arm around her.
"It's ok, no one should ever have to go through that."
I looked at Julieht, I was at a loss for words so I told her, "You're welcome to spend the night with us if you want, I know you've been through a lot."

So she came home with us, she followed us in her little car and parked in our driveway. We all went inside. Julieht immediately started to take off her clothes, and groped my wife's breasts. My wife laughed, "oh you're a horny bad little girl," my wife said.
My dick was instantly hard. At the request of my wife, I put a condom on and we all got busy. Julieht had a HUGE rack, her tits were gorgeous (I wish I had pictures of them!). I'd fuck my wife, then I'd fuck Julieht - we'd swap around, the women eating each other out while I fucked them from behind. Once my wife came, I wanted to make Julieht orgasm, so I had my wife lick her huge tits and play with her clit while I fucked her missionary.
Julieht was a squirter. Juices sprayed all over my cock and balls as I thrust deep inside her, and my wife massaged her clit.
She convulsed tremendously and screamed (laughing) "OK! OK STOP!! STOOOP!" as my wife giggled.

I got off of her and Julieht said, "it's you're turn," and looked at my wife, "can I ride him? Can I make him cum?"
My wife slapped Julieht on the ass, "fuck that dick," she said licking Julieht's lips with her tongue.
I laid back and Julieht got on top. Her pussy wasn't super tight, but it was nice. The condom was probably inhibiting a lot of the sensation. Julieht began fucking my dick, pumping it up and down as I played with her tits. My wife was caressing Julieht's ass, fingering her little asshole. Julieht moaned and stroked my cock with her pussy. I pushed deeper inside her, an pulled to the edge of her lips and thrust back in... the sensation was so warm, so wet. Those beautiful tits bouncing in my face, and her hot wet pussy set me off. I came. My wife, smacking Julieht's ass telling her "take that cum, take it..." and Julieht riding me faster as I came more and more.
Julieht got off me and the condom was gone. My wife panicked. I panicked. Julieht made a weird face and put a few fingers inside her pussy, and pulled out the rubber. It slipped off!

My wife was freaking, "are you disease free?? Are you sure you're on the pill? What are we going to do?"
I took a deep breath, "it's fine babe -"
Julieht was a bit offended, "Of course I'm disease free, what the fuck?"

My wife apologized and tried to calm Julieht down, but the damage was already done. Julieht was gathering her clothes and getting dressed.
My wife shot me a look, like "DO SOMETHING!"
So I said, "she is just concerned, we just literally met you and - it's just a question. We both really like you and-"
"And WHAT?" Julieht stammered, starting to cry.
"And we'd like to continue seeing you!" I said.
"I'll have to think about it, but we can't have issues like this. I don't have any diseases. I may be a fucking whore, but I'm clean!"
"you're not a whore," my wife said.
Julieht left.

This happened 3 months ago. Guess who is going to be a daddy? Me.
Wife is pissed, but is ok with Julieht coming over and us spending time together. Not sure where this is all going to lead. My wife isn't leaving me, and I have a pregnant 30 year old unicorn to deal with.
I'd say fuck my life, but I'm not at that point yet. I did tell my wife that there needs to be a paternity test to see if the baby is actually mine... as I'm not sure how many guys Julieht has fucked since we were all together. Enjoy the pictures... unfortunately none of them are nude.

TLDR: wife and I got a unicorn, we fucked, the condom came off before I came and I got her pregnant.

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instances, this evidence is not considered strong enough by
prosecutors to obtain a conviction. In such cases, the
interrogation of the suspects and their subsequent confessions
are of prime importance.

This article addresses the question of why suspects speak
freely to investigators, and ultimately, sign full confessions.
The physical and psychological aspects of confession and how
they relate to successful interrogations of suspects are also
discussed, as is the "breakthrough," the point in the
interrogation when suspects make an admission, no matter how
minuscule, that begins the process of obtaining a full
confession.

DEFINING INTERROGATION

Interrogation is the questioning of a person suspected of
having committed a crime. (1) It is designed to match acquired
information to a particular suspect in order to secure a
confession. (2) The goals of interrogation include:

* To learn the truth of the crime and how it happened

* To obtain an admission of guilt from the suspect

* To obtain all the facts to determine the method of
operation and the circumstances of the crime in question

* To gather information that enables investigators to arrive
at logical conclusions

* To provide information for use by the prosecutor in
possible court action. (3)

Knowing the definition and objectives of the interrogation,
the question then asked is, "Why do suspects confess?"
Self-condemnation and self-destruction are not normal human
behavioral characteristics. Human beings ordinarily do not
utter unsolicited, spontaneous confessions. (4) It is logical
to conclude, therefore, that when suspects are taken to police
stations to be questioned concerning their involvement in a
particular crime, their immediate reaction will be a refusal to
answer any questions. With the deluge of television programs
that present a clear picture of the Miranda warning and its
application to suspects, one would conclude that no one
questioned about a crime would surrender incriminating
information, much less supply investigators with a signed, full
confession. It would also seem that once suspects sense the
direction in which the investigators are heading, the
conversation would immediately end. However, for various
psychological reasons, suspects continue to speak with
investigators.

SUSPECT PARANOIA

Suspects are never quite sure of exactly what information
investigators possess. They know that the police are
investigating the crime, and in all likelihood, suspects have
followed media accounts of their crimes to determine what leads
the police have. Uppermost in their minds, however, is how to
escape detection and obtain firsthand information about the
investigation and where it is heading.

Such "paranoia" motivates suspects to accompany the police
voluntarily for questioning. Coupled with curiosity, this
paranoia motivates suspects to appear at police headquarters as
"concerned citizens" who have information pertinent to the case.
By doing this, suspects may attempt to supply false or
noncorroborative information in order to lead investigators
astray, gain inside information concerning the case from
investigators, and remove suspicion from themselves by offering
information on the case so investigators will not suspect their
involvement.

For example, in one case, a 22-year-old woman was
discovered in a stairwell outside of a public building. The
woman had been raped and was found naked and bludgeoned.
Investigators interviewed numerous people during the next
several days but were unable to identify any suspects. Media
coverage on the case was extremely high.

Several days into the investigation, a 23-year-old man
appeared at police headquarters with two infants in tow and
informed investigators that he believed he may have some
information regarding the woman's death. The man revealed that
when he was walking home late one evening, he passed the area
where the woman was found and observed a "strange individual"
lurking near an adjacent phone booth. The man said that because
he was frightened of the stranger, he ran back to his home.
After reading the media accounts of the girl's death, he
believed that he should tell the police what he had observed.

The man gave police a physical description of the
"stranger" and then helped an artist to compose a sketch of the
individual. After he left, investigators discovered that the
sketch bore a strong resemblance to the "witness" who provided
the information.

After further investigation, the witness was asked to
return to the police station to answer more questions, which he
did gladly. Some 15 hours into the interrogation, he confessed
to one of his "multiple personalities" having killed the woman,
who was unknown to him, simply because the victim was a woman,
which is what the suspect had always wanted to be.

This case clearly illustrates the need for some suspects to
know exactly what is happening in an investigation. In their
minds, they honestly believe that by hiding behind the guise of
"trying to help," they will, without incriminating themselves,
learn more about the case from the investigators.

INTERROGATION SETTING

In any discussion concerning interrogation, it is necessary
to include a review of the surroundings where a suspect is to be
interrogated. Because there is a general desire to maintain
personal integrity before family members and peer groups,
suspects should be removed from familiar surroundings and taken
to a location that has an atmosphere more conducive to
cooperativeness and truthfulness. (5) The primary psychological
factor contributing to successful interrogations is privacy--
being totally alone with suspects. (6) This privacy prompts
suspects to feel willing to unload the burden of guilt. (7) The
interrogation site should isolate the suspect so that only the
interrogator is present. The suspect's thoughts and responses
should be free from all outside distractions or stimuli.

The interrogation setting also plays an important part in
obtaining confessions. The surroundings should reduce suspect
fears and contribute to the inclination to discuss the crime.
Because fear is a direct reinforcement for defensive mechanisms
(resistance), it is important to erase as many fears as
possible. (8) Therefore, the interrogation room should
establish a business atmosphere as opposed to a police-like
atmosphere. While drab, barren interrogation rooms increase
fear in suspects, a location that displays an open,
you-have-nothing-to fear quality about it can do much to break
down interrogation defensiveness, thereby eliminating a major
barrier. (9) The interrogators tend to disarm the suspects
psychologically by placing them in surroundings that are free
from any fear-inducing distractions.

PSYCHOLOGICAL FACTORS

More than likely, suspects voluntarily accompany
investigators, either in response to a police request to answer
questions or in an attempt to learn information about the
investigation. Once settled in the interrogation room, the
interrogators should treat suspects in a civilized manner, no
matter how vicious or serious the crime might have been. While
they may have feelings of disgust for the suspects, the goal is
to obtain a confession, and it is important that personal
emotions not be revealed. (10)

Investigators should also adopt a compassionate attitude and
attempt to establish a rapport with suspects. In most cases,
suspects commit crimes because they believe that it offers the
best solution to their needs at the moment. (11) Two rules of
thumb to remember are: 1) "There but for the grace of God go
I"; and 2) it is important to establish a common level of
understanding with the suspects. (12) These rules are critical
to persuading suspects to be open, forthright, and honest.
Suspects should be persuaded to look beyond the investigators'
badges and see, instead, officers who listen without judging.
If investigators are able to convince suspects that the key
issue is not the crime itself, but what motivated them to commit
the crime, they will begin to rationalize or explain their
motivating factors.

At this stage of the interrogation, investigators are on
the brink of having suspects break through remaining defensive
barriers to admit involvement in the crime. This is the
critical stage of the interrogation process known as the
breakthrough.

THE BREAKTHROUGH

The breakthrough is the point in the interrogation when
suspects make an admission, no matter how small. (13) In spite of
having been advised of certain protections guaranteed by the
Constitution, most suspects feel a need to confess. Both
hardcore criminals and first-time offenders suffer from the same
pangs of conscience. (14) This is an indication that their defense
mechanisms are diminished, and at this point, the investigators
may push through to elicit the remaining elements of confession.

In order for interrogators to pursue a successful
breakthrough, they must recognize and understand certain
background factors that are unique to a particular suspect.
Many times, criminals exhibit psychological problems that are
the result of having come from homes torn by conflict and
dissension. Also frequently found in the backgrounds of
criminals are parental rejection and inconsistent and severe
punishment. (15) It is important that investigators see beyond
the person sitting before them and realize that past experiences
can impact on current behavior. Once interrogators realize
that the fear of possible punishment, coupled with the loss of
pride in having to admit to committing mistakes, is the basic
inhibitor they must overcome in suspects, they will quickly be
able to formulate questions and analyze responses that will
break through the inhibitors.

SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATIONS

Investigators must conduct every interrogation with the
belief that suspects, when presented with the proper avenue,
will use it to confess their crimes. Research indicates that
most guilty persons who confess are, from the outset, looking
for the proper opening during the interrogation to communicate
their guilt to the interrogators. (16)

Suspects confess when the internal anxiety caused by their
deception outweighs their perceptions of the crime's
consequences. (17) In most instances, suspects have magnified,
in their minds, both the severity of the crime and the possible
repercussions. Interrogators should allay suspect anxiety by
putting these fears into perspective.

Suspects also make admissions or confessions when they
believe that cooperation is the best course of action. (18) If
they are convinced that officers are prepared to listen to all
of the circumstances surrounding the crimes, they will begin to
talk. The psychological and physiological pressures that build
in a person who has committed a crime are best alleviated by
communicating. (19) In order to relieve these suppressed
pressures, suspects explain the circumstances of their crimes
they confess.

And, finally, suspects confess when interrogators are able
to speculate correctly on why the crimes were committed.
Suspects want to know ahead of time that interrogators will
believe what they have to say and will understand what motivated
them to commit the crime.

CONCLUSION

It is natural for suspects to want to preserve their
privacy, civil rights, and liberties. It is also natural for
suspects to resist discussing their criminal acts. For these
very reasons, however, investigators must develop the skills
that enable them to disarm defensive resistors established by
suspects during interrogation. Before suspects will confess,
they must feel comfortable in their surroundings, and they must
have confidence in the interrogators, who should attempt to gain
this confidence by listening intently to them and by allowing
them to verbalize their accounts of the crimes.

Interrogators who understand what motivates suspects to
confess will be better able to formulate effective questions and
analyze suspect responses. Obviously, more goes into gaining a
confession than is contained in this article. However, if the
interrogator fails to understand the motivations of the suspect,
other factors impacting on obtaining the confession will be less
effective.

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she�s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I�m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You�ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn�t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn�t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn�t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn�t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others� bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying �Why? Why? Why are you doing this?� He didn�t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying �Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?�
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. �There IS NO INVESTIGATION.� I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. �I�m no loss prevention officer and that wasn�t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!� It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn�t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don�t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn�t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the �detective� asked if I shaved �down there?� Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn�t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video �to make sure she wasn�t concealing anything.� While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped� while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I�d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to �clean him off.� He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I�d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I�d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the �good parts� and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he�d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word �I concur� and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn�t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my �new girlfriend�s butthole.� I wanted him to stop. I just couldn�t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her� he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he�d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn�t want to do it too soon because I didn�t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn�t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his �favorite part� on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I�m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn�t believe us. He told us that he didn�t believe us and that he didn�t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn�t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don�t know why, but I didn�t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn�t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn�t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents� car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl�s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren�t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that�s why I didn�t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn�t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I�m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn�t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they�d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

A dog Named 'Sex'

When people buy a dog, they usually name him something like Rover or Bowser. Well I chose to name my dog "Sex". But lately Sex has been a little embarrassing to me.

I remember one day I took Sex to City Hall to get a license for him. I went up to the clerk and said "I would like to have a license for Sex". He said he would like to have one too. I said "You don't understand, I've had Sex since I was nine years old". He said I must have been quite a kid.

Last year they were auditioning dogs for a commercial on dog food. I took Sex to the studio to see if he would get the part. But suddenly Sex started to run off around the studio. I went after him, but the crew manager grabbed my arm and asked what I was doing here. I told him I was hoping to have Sex on TV. He called me a showoff.

One day Sex ran out on me in the middle of the night. I went around the neighborhood looking for him. A cop came and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for Sex. My case comes up this Friday...

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Baked Beans

Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a maddening passion for baked beans. He loved then. but he always had a very embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction to them. Then, one day, he met a girl and fell in love with her. When it was apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, she is a sweet and gentle girl and will never go for this kind of carrying on. So, he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up the beans. The were married thereafter. Some months later, his car broke down on the way home from work and since they lived in the country, he called her and told her that he would be late getting home because he had to walk. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the odour of freshly baked beans was overwhelming. Since he still had several miles to walk, he figured that he would work off any effects before reaching home, so he stopped at the cafe. Before leaving, he had eaten three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, he put-putted and after arriving, felt reasonably sure that he had putted his last. His wife seemed somewhat agitated and excited to see him and exclaimed: Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for dinner

tonight. She then blindfolded him and led him to his chair at the head of the table. He seated himself and just as she was ready to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She made him vow that he would not touch the blindfold until she returned. Then she went to answer the phone. Seizing the opportunity, he shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but as ripe as a rotten egg. He took the napkin from his lap and vigorously fanned the air around him.

Things had just about returned to normal, when he felt the urge come on again, so he shifted his weight to the other leg and let go again. This was a true prize winner. While keeping his ear on the phone, he went on like this for 10 minutes, until he knew the phone farewell indicated the end of his freedom. He placed the napkin in his lap and folded his hands on top of it and smiling contently to himself was the perfect picture on innocence. When his wife returned she asked if he had peeked and he said no. At that point, she removed the blindfold

and revealed his surprise.

Twelve dinner guests seated around the table for a birthday party for him.

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Gold dig

In a mining district, Mrs. Brown presented her husband with a 12 pound baby boy. Mr. Brown was so delighted that he went to the newspaper office and told them that he had found a 12 pound gold nugget, as pure as any in America. Naturally, the newspaper sent a reporter to the house to get the story, as anyone would do, and everyone was prospecting for gold in the little town. This is what happened.

Reporter: "Does Mr. Brown live here?
She: "He does."
He: "Is he in?"
She: "No."
He: "I understand that he found a nugget of gold weighing 12 pounds."
She: (Seeing the joke) "Yes, he found one."
He: "Can you show me the spot where he found it?"
She: "I'm afraid Mr. Brown would object as it is private."
He: "Is the hole very far from here?"
She: "No, it is quite near."
He: "Has Mr. Brown been working the claim long?"
She: "No, only about ten months."
He: "Has he reached the bottom yet?"
She: "No, but he is very near."
He: "Was Mr. Brown the first to work it?"
She: "Well, he thinks he was."
He: "Has he been working the claim regularly since he found it?"
She: "No, but I told him last night it was time to start again."
He: "I suppose he works it secretly?"
She: "Yes, mostly every night."
He: "Do you help him?"
She: "I do my best."
He: "Do you think he will sell the claim?"
She: "I doubt it, he gets so much pleasure out of working it."
He: "Did he blast it out with nitroglycerine?"
She: "No, he used Vaseline and kept digging."
He: "Has he widened the hole any?"
She: "Yes, a little."
He: "How big is the hole?"
She: "Well, about normal size, I suppose."
He: "Is he going to improve the mine any?"
She: "Yes, he said he was going to white wash the shaft tonight."
He: "Does he work alone at night?"
She: "No, I hold it for him and we split 50/50."
He: "Is he an expert at it?"
She: "Well, he does good work."
He: "Would you mind showing me the gold nugget?"
She: "Certainly." (Then she brought out the 12 pound baby boy and they carried the reporter to the hospital.)

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How to Kill a South Dakota Eel

Little Johnny was 11 years old, and like other boys his age, rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about courting from the other boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done.

One day he took his questions to his mother who became flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtain one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend. This he did the following morning. Here is what Johnny described to his mother:

"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured sis must be getting sick, because her face started to look funny. He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just like a doctor would except he is not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart. Sis must have put some bigger fruit under her blouse this time because her boyfriend kept on saying how they were the largest melons he had ever felt. He must of gotten real hungry from all that kissing and stuff because she let him take off her blouse and suck on both of them for a long time."

"Then he started getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them were panting and getting all out of breath. His other hand must have been getting cold, because he put it under her skirt. About this time, sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end of the couch. Then this was when the fever really started. I knew it was a fever because sis told him she felt really hot. Finally I found out what was making them so sick. A big eel had gotten in his pants somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there about 12 inches long! Honest! Anyway, he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away. When sis saw it, she really got scared. Her eyes got big and her mouth fell open and she started calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she had ever seen. I should have told her about the one at the lake. Anyway, sis got brave and tried to kill it by biting its head off. All of a sudden she made a noise and let the eel go. I guess it bit her. Then she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he got a muzzle out of his pocket. He slipped it over the eel's head to keep it from biting her again. Sis laid back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor lock on it, and he helped by laying on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight! Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. They must have been getting shocked by the eel because they were shaking a lot. After awhile, they both quit moving and gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they had killed the eel. I knew it was dead because it just hung there limp, and some of the insides were hanging out. Sis and her boyfriend were tired from the fight, but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again, and by golly, the eel was not dead! It jumped straight up and started to fight again. I guess eels are like cats; they have nine lives or something. This time, sis jumped on it and tried to kill the eel by sitting on it. After a long fight, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead because I saw sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet."

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Barbara Walters at the Indian Reservation

Barbara Walters is doing an editorial on Indian life on the

reservation. She looks around and sees that some of the men have one

feather, some have two and the chief has feathers all the way down to

the ground.

So she asks a young brave, "What do the feathers mean, some of you have

one, some have two and the chief must have hundreds!" The young brave

replies, "Each feather is for each squaw we have sex with!"

To which Barbara Walters replies, "Come on, I don't believe that!" She then goes to the chief and repeats the question, "What do the feathers mean, some of you have one, some have two and the you must have hundreds!"

The chief replies, "It's true, each feather is for each squaw we have sex with!" Astonished, Barbara exclaims again, "But you have hundreds!" The chief replies, "Me chief, me fuck em all, big, fat, skinny, tall, me chief me fuck em all!"

Barbara exclaims, "You should be hung!" The chief replies, "Me hung, big like buffalo, long like snake!" "Oh dear!", exclaims Barbara. To which the chief replies, "No fuck deer, asshole too high, run to fast!"

Hope you enjoy this one, it's much better told verbally.

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Law as it should be

One evening after attending the theatre, two gentlemen were walking down the avenue when they

observed a rather well dressed and attractive lady walking just ahead of them. One of the men

turned to the other and remarked, "I'd give $50.00 to spend the night with this woman." To their

surprise the young lady overheard the remark and turning around she said, "I'll take you up on

that." She had a pleasant voice and a neat appearance, so, after bidding his companion good

night, the man accompanied the lady to her apartment, where they immediately went to her

apartment where they immediately went to bed.

The following morning the man presented her with $25.00. As he prepared to leave she demanded the

rest of the money stating "If you don't give me the money I'll sue you for it." He laughed saying

"I'd like to see you get it on these grounds."

The next day he was surprised when he received a summons ordering his presence in court as

defendant in a law suit. He hurried to his lawyer and explained the details of the case. His

lawyer said: "She can't possibly get a judgement against you on such grounds, but it will be

interesting to see how her case will be presented."

In court after the usual preliminaries, the lady's lawyer addressed the court as follows: "Your

Honour, my client, this lady here, is the owner of a piece of property, a garden spot surrounded

by a profuse growth of shrubbery, property she agreed to rent to the defendant for a specific

length of time for the sum of $50.00. The defendant took possession of the property, used it

extensively for the purpose for which it was rented, but upon evacuating the premises he paid

only $25.00 which is only half the amount agreed upon. The rent was not excessive, since it is

restricted property, and we ask judgement to be granted against the defendant to assure payment

of the balance."

The defendant's lawyer was impressed and amused at the way the opponent had presented the case.

His defense, therefore, was somewhat altered from the way he originally planned to present it.

"Your Honour, my client agrees that the young lady has a fine piece of property, that he did rent

such property for a time and a degree of pleasure was derived from the transaction. However, my

client found a well on the property, around which he placed his stones, sunk a shaft and erected

a pump, all labour being performed personally by him. We claim these improvements to the property

adequately compensated for rental of said property. We therefore, ask judgement be not granted."

The young lady's lawyer come back was this: "Your Honour: My client agrees that the defendant did

find a well on her property and that he did make improvements such as my opponent has described.

However, had the defendant not known the well existed, he would never have rented the property,

also, upon evacuating the premises, the defendant removed the stones, pulled out the shaft and

took the pump with him. In doing so, he not only dragged the equipment through the shrubbery, but

left the hole much larger than it was prior to his occupancy, making it easily accessible to

little children. We therefore, ask that judgement be granted."

The judge's decision was that the defendant should either pay the plaintiff the $25.00 balance,

or, failing that, that the defendant should detach the aforementioned equipment and present it to

plaintiff for damages.

The man hurriedly wrote out a check for $25.00 to the young lady.

Case dismissed.

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The Old Boat

Joe and John were identical twins. Joe owned an old dilapidated
boat and kept pretty much to himself. One day he rented out his
boat to a group of out-of-staters who ended up sinking it. He
spent all day trying to salvage as much stuff as he could from
the sunken vessel and was out of touch all that day and most of
the evening. Unbeknownst to him, his brother John's wife had died
suddenly in his absence.

When he got back on shore he went into town to pick up a few
things at the grocery. A kind old woman there mistook him for
John and said, "I'm so sorry for your loss. You must feel
terrible."

Joe, thinking she was talking about his boat said, "Hell no!
Fact is I'm sort of glad to be rid of her. She was a rotten old
thing from the beginning. Her bottom was all shriveled up and she
smelled like old dead fish. She was always holding water. She had
a bad crack in the back and a pretty big hole in the front too.
Every time I used her, her hole got bigger and she leaked like
crazy."

"I guess what finally finished her off was when I rented her to
those four guys looking for a good time. I warned them that she
wasn't very good and that she smelled bad. But they wanted her
anyway. The damn fools tried to get in her all at one time and
she split right up the middle."

The old woman fainted.

I confess we have to entertain the mindless retards of the world with drivel.....The cost to the tax payer and business loss due to this Holiday (The Royal wedding) 10 BILLION, to a family that thinks, acts, and shows they are above us commoners, celebrating kids that have done NOTHING, Remember most have to spend their whole life to make... an accomplishment these people are showboating on what they MIGHT do. No cure for a illness or usher in a new age of economics. As far as the prince, he's not even the first, or second in line of secession

. The media is actually reporting on this crap instead of real news, remember Japan, the South with tornado's, our current world economic woes. We have to see the so called "stars" show up in style. I forgot that the worst human rights violators were on the guest list. Last our p******** was put off cause he wasn't invited even though the wedding falls on the last launch of the space shuttle. That itself has changed not only our standing in the world but also propelled it (The world) to a level none of these @#$% kissing morons could hope to reach

my daughter is a freshman at LSU and she has some hot friends. i mean on a scale of 1 to 10 the uglyest is a 8.5.
she has one friend trish. she is on the uper 9.5 or better that always comes around wearing see threw t shirts and short that are so tight you can see a camel toe easly or so loose you can see everthing when she sits down.
i dont mean to brag but i'm 49 and still have a 6 pack i'm not a musle bond ape but stay in good shape.
we dont have a pool we have a pond. and i was laying ont he table after digging a big ass hole ot bury some trash and relaxing.
i wanted to get up and go move the tractor into the shade so the seat wont be so hot when i got back on it but i was just to lazy.
and jannis came up yelling at me and i yelled at he i was over here laying my butt down. and she came up to see if she could use my truck because she wanted to go to the beach for awhile. i told her sure and she left.
i guess i went to sleep or something because it was a couple hours later trish was standing over me. kinda scared me at first. she was smiling and ask where janis was. i told her she went to the beach and thought she was with her. she told me no she had to work and wanted to use the pond to cool off. i told her to go ahead and to my suprise she striped down to a G string and jumped in. and everytime she moved her top would come loose and her nice tits would fall out. i laughed and told ehr she might as well take the top off it dont fit anyways and she threw it to me.
then she said you should join me i told her i dont have anything to wear and now wearing my jeans in the water . she said get naked i dont care and she bulled ehr bottoms off and threw them to me. then she walked out of the water to me and started unding my pants.
i told her i'm old enough to be your daddy and if i get naked we going ot fuck. thinking that might make ehr stop, but it didn't she said i hope so daddy.i stood up she pulled my pants down and i pulled off my shirt and she grabed my dick and used it as a leash and pulled me into the water. she said your all sweaty and need to clean up before i fuck you untill you cant take anymore.
she wetn all over my body with her hands even the crack of my ass. and as she did she did the same thing with her mouth and stuck her toung up my ass hole.
after few minutes of this i returned the favor and i rolled her over on her belly and rased her as in the air and you could tell she been ass fucked alot. i stuck my tounge in her ass and i thought she was going to suck my tounge off she sucked it in so hard. i started fingering her pussy one two thee and then four fingers while i was still eating her ass hole out. and the next thing i knew is i had my fist in her pussy up to my wrist. i have never found a girl i could fist.
i stoped eating her ass and stuck my dick in her ass i knew i couldn't do anything for that pussy. i pulled out and rolled her over on her back and started fucking her ass again and was working my fist in her pussy again . i busted 3 nuts in her ass and never lost my hard on. but i was hurting so i stoped layed down and she set on top of me her pussy was so losse i couldnt feel it at first but then it started getting tight again.
she pulled out and stuck it up her ass again. then she said i have ot pee daddy. but i dont want to stop. well dont i said. i was going to tell her to just hold it but before i could she starting pissing all over me. i never thought i'd get into pee but i had to try and i started feeling her ass hole up with pee. and it wasn't easy its liek haveing a rubber band around your dick when you pee its hard to do. i pissed so much it ran out all over the table as soon as i pulled out. my poor dick was raw and went limp.
she grabed em by the hand and pulled me into to water. we washed off and it was well after dark now but its a good think it was a full moon. we jumped on the tractor togeher and my dick got hard again while she was on my lap and i reached down and slid it in her pussy as i tought her how to drive home. i had our cloths in my hands as she drove. it takea about 5 minutes to get back to the house in a stright line but she drove all the way around the land so it took about 20 minutes.
i have a nice yard in the back so i dont uselly put the tractor on it but tonight she drive right up to the door. she jumped of grabed our cloths from me and ran into the house. i followed like a lost puppy.
the last thing on my mind right then was my real daughter jannis. i ran into the kitchen and trish had a glass of tea in hand and handed me a the pitcher and a glass. i just drank out of the pitcher and set it down and bent her over the table and started eating her ass out again.
and i almost past out. when i heard jannis say damn daddy you going ot have to stop soon your old and i dont want you haveing a heart attact and die on me.
trish busted out laughing and ask her how long you been home. jannis said about 3 hours and you two was already fucking when i walked out to the pond. i was about to go break you tow up because i was scared you fuck my daddy to death. because i know what kind of fuck whore you are when you get started you dont know when to quit and my daddys no spring chicken anymore. i stood up and said hay i might be older but i'm not old. i can go longer if i want to and i think i might want to .they both laughed and my daughter said well happy fathers days daddy. she was my present to you.
i couldnt beleave my ears when i heard that then i snaped. hey its not fathers day.
then she said happy birthday, easter, christmas. just take it and shut the hell up.
then i snaped i'm naked in my kitchen with one hot ass fuck slut and my 19 year old daughter just looking at my naked body. i grabed my pants and started putting them on and trish ask are we done.
i told her as long as my kid was here i guess so.
jannis told me its ok daddy i need her help for a few minutes anyways. truish jumped up kissed me and grabed her hand and they walked up the stairs togeher. and in less than two minutes i heard the shower going. so i walked down the hall and the door was wide open so i walked in and they was in the shower together washing each othere and trish was telling her everything that we did that day and threw the door i couldnt really see to much but i could tell both girls had there hands in each othere pussy.
thats another story.
i hope you enjoyed this one

Ok, i feel i need to go about this very specifically due to basic fears and preconceptions round here.

I have a question for a specific group that lurks about here. Before i ask it, dear god. Keep it civil, no visual aids, no links, and on both sides please no primal psycho rage.

My question is simply, Why?

stay with me now. This gets a little between the lines, anti's just stay mellow, it's still illegal and zero tolerance, folks in question don't get too into... well actually i dont' get quite what but try and treat it as a clinical question if you can.

I understand that this may get a bit uh, weird. But let's try to keep the visceral language and finger pointing to a minimum.

and yes i'm ducking the direct question because i'm a pussy. Now that we've cleared the air on that let's move on.

My question has been established. Why?

My confusion comes from my own perspective and capacity for inference.

Your preferred group, biologically, are basically pre-sex. I can't tell if one is male or female save for the color scheme on their clothes.

Being as they are sexless i remain confused as to the appeal. Stay calm.

Personally i believe any person has the right to do whatever the fudge they want in a darkened room wherein nobody realizes they exist in the first place. Which isn't a jab, it's exactly what i mean.

You want to smoke meth, shoot heroin, hold pet beauty pageants or have your mailman strangle you with a designer gator skin belt while you beat off to vintage cartoon characters; go for it.

Admittedly, the only reason i won't include it on that list is i feel certain folks would focus on that and lose sight of the question i'm asking.

I will say this. So long as it's legal to masturbate yourself into a rage-gasm over murder scene and autopsy photos it may as well be legal to beat off to any pre-existing evidence of human horror. Dude didn't murder any one, he just got way too into the photos proving it happened. It creeps me out, but whatever. No one said he has to be within a square mile of anyone i want to keep from him.

If i'm going to be self appointed thought police, however, then kill me now.

I've made peace with many other lifestyles, or mental illness or mutations or doctrines or fuck you get over yourselves that many people take to the grave, but this one just makes no sense to me at all.

The God freaks of any brand are afraid of being punished or positive they will be rewarded. In either case, because of others.

Druggies are addicted, biochemically and subsequently psychologically dependant.

Gays are just gay. period.

Beasties are demented, but i can make peace purely on the sense of ignorance. If It's legal to grind animals into big macs and tasteless clothes, it's legal to fuck them.

But this thing seems basically rooted in predatory mentality. i may be wrong but that's why i ask.

even serial killers admit to being basically sexually obsessed. Stay cool.

I'm not saying you are all rapists or cannibals or predators. It does however seem that the exclusive proprietors of your content are.

At that point i get back to the crime scene photos. That's basically what your content seems to be. Evidence of a crime. I'm no johnny law. i smoke my reefer and abide selectively like any American (hold it against me if you must i make no apology for being born at random), but i can't see past the victimization.

Is it a power trip? like a rape fantasy that has fallen so low on dominance that it manifests itself in this way? Comments here on motherless for the so called "weak stuff" seem to imply that dominance, pain and victimization are tantamount to the appeal.

If so, then at that point you lose me. I'm no stranger to the potentials of human cruelty, but there seems to be an outcry from your group that this is not your motivation, meanwhile others in your community seem to state otherwise. Quite directly in fact.

I'm neither looking to be sold on it, nor dissuaded. I have my sexual identity quite intact. I myself find sexual delight in plump to simply put fat ass white women, I'm simply confused and at a loss.

Further, the only reason i feel it warrants such discussion at all is the fact that it seems such a perpetual pervasive issue not just here, but anywhere a person doesn't have to own it right up front.

oh well, fuck it. I asked the question; do with it what you will. Even if that is nothing. Our own eyes are upon us, no greater authority matters.

If you have an honest opinion of your own, feel free to share. If you're looking to go to war either for or against, Then that topic already exists.

If at this point you have no idea what i'm talking about, what are you even doing here when you could be beating off to titties or making racist comments?

Maybe i'm wasting my time. Later wankers.

Fun at a Local Bar - Part 1
Mike was finally able to get some of that new drug we heard so much about from our inner circle of friends. A nice powerful little pill that increases the effects of being drunk with no memory of anything that happened after it wears off. The nice thing about this pill, other than short term memory loss, was that it doesn’t knock the person out but rather just increases effects of alcohol while leaving the victim fully aware and awake but unable to resist a little help from others. Mike and I decided to get the evening started a little early at around 5:00pm before going out to a local bar for the real fun to begin. Becky and I met at Mike and Barbara’s place for a few starter drinks and it was there that our plan was put into play. As I kept Becky and Barbara busy, Mike slipped a couple pills into each of their drinks. About a half hour later they finished those and we poured them a second round. The pills did their job before they even finished that second round of drinks. The girls both appeared to be totally drunk and completely unaware of anything that was happening around them, let alone to them. We told the girls it was time to get going to the bar but we wanted to make sure they were dressed appropriately for what we had planned that evening. We knew the pills were doing the job we had hoped for because neither of them offered any argument when Mike and I helped them out the clothes they were in and into the outfits we had picked out. We chose a nice loose sheer blouse top for each of them, a light blue one for Barbara and a white one for Becky. We did not allow them, and they were so unaware to offer any argument anyway, to wear a bra under the top. Then we chose a black very short mini skirt for them both. These skirts just barely came to the bottom of their ass cheeks and under the skirts was a pair of baby blue bikini panties for Barbara and semi sheer white cotton panties for Becky. The outfit was finished off with each of them a pair of high heel slip on shoes. It was now time to walk the girls the short 15 minute walk to the bar. Their tops were sheer enough that you could see right through them and they didn’t do much to hide the view of their bare braless tits. However, just to make it more fun, we undid the top three buttons on each of their blouses for the walk to the bar. It was dusk and the low light outside really made their tops so transparent that they might as well not been wearing them at all. The few people we passed on the walk to the bar took notice and got a real nice view of their braless tits bouncing freely under those tops. As we walked into the bar, all eyes were on Barbara and Becky in their see thru tops and short skirts and they both were totally unaware of the show they were putting on for the bar patrons. We sat them at a nearby table and Mike and I went to get them more drinks. The girls could barely keep their heads up off the table as the pills we slipped them began to settle in their systems. Mike and I noticed a table of 5 guys that looked as though they had just got off work from a nearby construction site. We approached them and pointed to the Barbara and Becky at the table and told the guys that we were a little short on cash for our night out. We told them that if they picked up our bar tab while we were there that the two girls would be theirs to play with and use as they wanted. We assured them that the girls would not offer any argument. We returned to our table with the drinks and had Barbara and Becky quickly down them just to enhance the effects of the pills. One of the guys at the table got a song started on the jukebox and came over and without asking, just escorted Barbara out onto the dance floor in the middle of the room. They start to slowly dance to the song and he grabs Barbara from behind and presses his stiff dick between her ass crack through her skirt and panties. He had to constantly keep Barbara on both feet while they danced as the pill was having its desired effect on her. With her back against the front him and him continuing to grind his cock into her ass, he began to grab her tits, first through her sheer top and then he slipped his hand into the top through the three open buttons. He squeezed her bare tits hard and began to pinch and pull on her nipples and Barbara began to let out a few soft moans. The guys at the table began to cheer for their friend to continue his assault on Mike’s helpless wife. With his one hand in her top playing with her bare tits, his other hand moved down to her thighs and he slowly began to lift her skirt. The cheers from his friends at the table continued and a few other patrons also joined in on the fun. He lifted her skirt completely up above the waistband of her panties and her baby blue bikini panties were now in full view of the entire bar crowd. He let his hand slide into top of her panties, all the way down until his hand was cupping her complete pussy mound. We could see him as he ran his fingers up and down her slit inside her panties. They kept dancing and Barbara was totally unaware and didn’t care about the assault this stranger was taking on her. As they danced, he worked his middle finger into her wet pussy and the crowd continued to cheer them on. With his foot he pushed her feet aside so that she standing in a really wide stance and he managed to work two more fingers into her now gaping cunt hole. She seem to like it because her moans got louder and she started to grind and ride the hand that was fuking her while the crowd continued to go wild. While he continued his assault on her helpless pussy with one hand, the other hand lowered her panties to just below her pussy. Then with both hands, he pulled her lips apart and showed off her gaping hole to his buddies at the table and to all the other bar patrons. Encouraged by the cheering of the crowd, he spins Barbara around and bent her over pulling her cheeks apart as he did to give them a rear view of her now dripping wet cunt. Flashes filled the bar as the guys all began to use their phones to take pictures of Barbara bent over with her gaping cunt on full display. One of his buddies finished a beer and stepped forward with the empty bottle in his hand. He looked at his buddy and asked .....” should I fill the slut up?” Laughing, he tells his friend to help himself to this blonde fuck toy. Slowly he pushes the long slender bottle up her willing and gaped cunt. She moans as the bottle is pushed into her and the slender 4”kneck disappears. He has to push just little harder to get the thicker end of the bottle into Barbara. She is so wet and her breathing getting faster and harder that her pussy opens up slowly so the bottle can slide in. The bottle is now well inside her but he continues his assault on her pussy by pushing the bottle in further. Her pussy is getting used to the size of the bottle and opens up further now and gives the glass intruder full access and suddenly the bottle slides completely inside her cunt. The audience goes crazy and a wave of flashes illuminate, all focused her ass and cunt. The guy pushes the bottle in the rest of the way with his thumb and Barbara begins to shake and spasm. Her moan is loud and constant and the whole bar watched as she had a massive orgasm. With her legs still in a spasm from her orgasm, one of the guys pulled the bottle from her pussy and the bar cheered as the slurping sounds were heard and the camera flashes went off to capture pics of her gaping cunt dripping her juices down the inside of her thighs. She was exhausted and could not stand on her own so I went over told the guys that was it for now. “Are you the husband,” asked one of them, “no, my name is Dave. I’m a friend.” I helped Barbara back to the table.
Fun at a Local Bar - Part 2
A couple of the guys followed me over and seen Becky sitting and in all appearances to them, totally drunk out of her senses. She could barely keep her head up off the table. “This looks like a fine piece of ass,” one of them commented. They helped her up from the table and carried her over to one of the two pool tables in the bar where they laid her down on her back with her legs dangling off of one end of the table. They run their hands all over her as they look her up and down. One of the guys begins to unbutton the remaining buttons on her top and push it open exposing her bare tits to the crowd. More camera flashes go off as the people in the bar with phones try to get pics of her. She is lifted up off the table so her top can be completely removed, leaving her in just her skirt and panties. They lay her back down on the table and everyone is trying to get their turn feeling up her bare tits and nipples. Someone had lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt and next thing we knew it was completely removed. They continued to play with her and feel up her nearly naked body. Running their hands down her stomach and over her panty covered pussy. They would run their fingers up and down her slit through her white cotton panties and push the crotch of her panties into her wet cunt with their fingers. Becky was so out of control of her senses from the pill slipped to her that she could offer no resistance to their assault on her. They worked her pussy into such a wet mess that a visible wet spot had appeared in the crotch of her white cotton panties and everyone made sure to get plenty of pics of her situation. Her panties were then pulled down to just past her knees and her legs lifted up and pushed back toward her shoulders. In this position, her pussy lips and ass cheeks parted presenting the crowd with a nice view and picture opportunity of all her fuck holes. They continued to play with her tits and pussy, taking turns putting their fingers into her to see what she felt like. A couple of the guys took the opportunity to spend a few minutes licking her soaking wet pussy and tasting her juices. Someone had the idea of using a pool cue on her, so a couple of guys held her legs in position with her knees at her shoulders as another positioned the handle end of the cue at the entrance of her gaped cunt hole. He slowly inserted the cue and began to work it in and out of her and the bar cheered as the sounds of her wet cunt being fucked were heard throughout. As the cue was continually worked in and out of her pussy, one of the guys holding her legs began to massage her clit with his fingers. Becky began to moan and the moans became louder with each thrust of the cue and her breathing started to become faster. It was then that another guy came over with another cue and positioned it at the entrance of her tight little asshole. The juices dripping from her sopping wet hole lubricated her asshole and he slowly inserted the cue and began to work it in and out as the other cue continued to assault her soaked pussy. With three guys working her into a wet mess, Mike and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they brought her to a massive and wet orgasm. Her moans began to grow louder and the bar crowd was cheering nonstop. The guy massaging her clit looked at her face and knew she was close. “Come on you cunt, show us all how nicely you can cum for us,” he said to her. He picked up the pace on massaging her clit as the other two continued to fuck ass and pussy fast and hard with the pool cues. Becky was totally out of her senses and completely exhausted but she still managed to raise her hips slightly up off the pool table as she exploded with an orgasm and a loud moan. They withdrew the cues from both her gaped holes and she just went limp on the table. One of the guys took Becky’s panties off of her and then tossed them along with Barbara’s baby blue panties to the bartender and told him to display them somewhere behind the bar. He hung them on a couple of empty hooks right above the mirror. We helped to get Becky off the table and put her top and skirt back on and then Mike and I both helped the two exhausted and clueless girls back to the house. Just before we left, one of the guys said, “hey Dave, bring those two wives of yours back another night for some more fun.” Maybe we will do that again. Real Soon.

It's Thunder and It's Lightning (Find You, Find Daddy)

A wise and patient mentor/teacher with whom I've recently become acquainted expressed an interest in what I truly enjoy; what satisfies me in the deepest way, sexually, perversely-- what my kinks are. Words and phrases occurred as thoughts developed, as usual for me. As I continued to free-associate and add more, it dawned on me that the seeds of my contentment were planted with my first sexual experiences. Only one person has heard this story and this is the first time I've written it down. This is for you, my inspiring new friend. Thank you. Everyone else, I hope this helps you (Daddies and their Good Girls) get to the core of your and your partners' kinks, too.

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First Time: Start of a journey in search of a permanent Daddy

Our fatherless house (he was gone by the time I was three) was packed for the High Holy Days one year. My cousin (distant, by marriage of his grandmother to a sibling of my grandfather) was sleeping in the twin bed across from mine in my room, and this thrilled me because I had a mad crush on him. In my inexperienced head he was Davy Jones. He, of course, was oblivious to my crush, though he did treat me sweetly, just... well, as you would a cousin you'd known since birth and thought was a pretty good girl.

I woke up late one night to the kind of Louisiana thunder and lightning and crashes that sounded... instead of foisting some fraught simile on you, I'll just tell you that thunder and lightning frightened me for a brief period early on in my life, and so I leapt into his bed, startling the crap out of him in the process. I clung to him like Velcro and he stroked my back and whispered inconsequential, comforting sounds and words into my hair and onto my face and neck. He was lovely and tender, as one would be with an irrationally frightened girl. He was also strong and reassuring-- his touches confident and protective (and completely paternal in the moment).

Feeling him hardening under me as I rocked on him, I was completely unaware of why he would be. I'm certain, now, that his physical response was at first involuntary. In a cotton nightgown and panties, I'd thrown myself onto him, straddling him with my face buried in his neck, my hands grasping and arms wrapping as best I could around him, and I'd been slowly, subtly rocking up and down, forward and backward. He wore shorts and an LSU t-shirt, so there was little between my body and his. And, perhaps he'd already been semi-hard. Most of the men I've slept with become tumescent during their sleep, off and on throughout the night. Anyway...

The awareness that my little pussy was resting and rubbing slightly off-center on his hardness grew in my fevered head as the fear started subsiding. The rocking was making me feel so surprisingly good, I shifted a bit so that the hard thing was between my little lips, and then intensified my movements. His big, strong hands tightened on my body where they rested; his warm, sweet breath quickening and washing over me in bigger waves; his words lost in soft, unintelligible whispered moans.

Suddenly, I felt his arms tense up in a different way, as if he were going to push me away and in instinctive reaction, I clung tighter to him, moving faster and harder against him to make the pleasure come more acutely for me. I didn't understand what was happening, but I did not want this to end, nor did I understand why he was thinking about moving me off of him or what he might be feeling.

His hands moved down to my buttocks and he began sliding me vertically with more pressure, elongating my movements, pulling and pushing me along his hardness. The new, intense sensations became almost excruciating for me in their perfect, delicious pitch. His voice, whispering familiar words and words I'd never heard before; the subtle scent of his cologne; his smoky sweet breath on my hair and face; the warmth of his lithe body and sheen of sweat... God, just writing about it, now pulls me under and I'm drowning in the heat.

My first orgasm spread out of the center of me, suddenly, unexpectedly, shockingly, oh so sweetly right there on his hard cock (I now knew what the word meant). Overwhelmed with sensation and emotion, tears flowing down my face, I didn't realize what it was he was experiencing in the moment, but he followed shortly, his fingers in my mouth, his hand holding my head so he could see my eyes, his soft moans whispering my name, breath washing over my face, and filling my mouth, nose and lungs. I saw what I at first thought was fear, and maybe some of it was... and then a kind of sneering joy (he smiled, but the way his lips curled, it looked like a sneer, but his eyes were so joyful and ecstatic)... and then the release, as if someone let him up from under water and I was his little life raft.

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Still, to this day, I prefer this kind of sex-- regardless of position, I love to feel my lover's cock between my lips, but not inside of me, though I do love that too. I'm that girl in those moments. Yet, I have no desire to revert or to pretend or to babytalk or to be that girl. I just am, inside. Sometimes older, sometimes just the age that I am. But always, that me in utter ecstasy or arousal... on the inside of the inside. And, still, to this day, I return to this memory (and others of him) often, when I masturbate.

So much of everything I am is wrapped up in my relationship with him. For example, the reason music and sex are so deeply intertwined for me is that he owned a record store downtown and would bring me cutouts and new records he thought I'd like or that he wanted me to like. He spoke with me about music the way one would speak with a peer. He's the reason I discovered Creem and Rolling Stone, and the reason I later owned two music magazines, my own label and booking/management company. And, still many of my friends are musicians or are in the music industry.

Our sexual relationship (friction, masturbation and oral sex, only) ended about 3 years later when he married. He was adorable, really. He lifted me up onto a table and explained to me how things were going to change, but that he would always love his "little old lady."

With him, I'd always felt safe, secure, protected and cherished, which in turn made me feel brave, strong and that I could do anything-- be anything. He treated me always with affection and kindness, and I realize now that I wanted to please him in every way-- even when he wasn't around-- in return for his love and attention.

I was devastated and heartbroken by the loss of him, when he finally returned from his honeymoon. It was only then that I realized he would never be alone with me, again. Subsequently, I began running away from home, hitchhiking to New Orleans and back and then around the country-- never knowing for what precisely it was I was searching, but experiencing adventures that most people never experience in three lifetimes.

With retrospect, these experiences and this ever-evolving long journey eventually helped me know that I need a Daddy. Learning where my desires began is helping me define exactly what I require from a man, should he step up-- and more importantly, to be able to recognize him, when he does.

XOXOX,
Rain

PS: The title is pilfered from We Were Promised Jetpacks.

When I was younger and chatrooms were still popular, I spent some time in local, state chatrooms. I chatted with a few women over the years, but had never worked up the courage to actually meet one in person. The internet still had a stigma attached to it back then and I guess I was just afraid of the potential consequences.

When I was 22, I began having a conversation with a 40 year old, married mom whom lived about an hour and a half from me. Her children were older so they were rarely home and her husband was deployed to Afghanistan. She told me that their relationship had been slowly deteriorating for months. She said the few times that she would get to talk to him, it often ended in an argument and that they were most likely headed for divorce once he returned home permanently.

She was a beautiful woman. She told me that before her husband had left, she was a bit heavier, but had worked her tail off to lose the extra weight. By the time we began chatting, she was down to I’d guess around 130 pounds—perfect for her five foot, seven inch frame.

We chatted for several weeks and would occasionally use the webcam. Webcam technology was still pretty new and the image was always laggy and blurry with no sound. As our conversations became more intimate, I would ask for her to show me different things. She was hesitant to show me her breasts. She explained how the weight loss had taken its toll on them. Reluctantly, she showed me. While I thought she was gorgeous either way, she was right. The radical change to her body had done wonders in other places, but the opposite was true in others.

One day, after having been absent from chat for a few days, she hopped on and said that she was sorry that she had been away. She said that she had had some surgery and wanted to show me something. She turned on her webcam and proceeded to take off her shirt and bra to show me that she had gotten breast implants. Like I said, I thought she was beautiful before, but now every inch of her body was perfect. She would definitely be causing heads to turn everywhere she went.

She told me that I was the first to see them and that she hoped I would see them in person someday. We exchanged phone numbers and within a day or two she texted me to tell me that she was in town to pick up her husband from the airport. His plane would not be coming in until the next day. She had gotten a hotel room downtown and had nothing to do so she wanted to know if I would want to meet to have coffee or something. I agreed to the meeting, despite being nervous as hell.

We had planned to meet at Starbuck’s. It was my hope to get their first simply so she would have to come up to me as I was scared to death to have to come up to her. When I arrived, I was too late. I could see her standing at the counter waiting for her order, but I could really only see her from the side. As I approached the counter from behind her, I heard the kid working the register tell her how beautiful she looked. She said thank you and turned around to see me standing there nervously. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She was stunning! She wore a tight tank tope that amplified her already amazing cleavage. She was also wearing those sexy, cat-eye glasses that I absolutely love on girls.

We awkwardly hugged and I placed my order before joining her out on the patio. We made small talk for well over an hour. It was getting later in the afternoon—early evening. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere and get some dinner. She agreed so we walked a few blocks to a nice Italian restaurant where we had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We continued to make small talk for another good while before I finally paid the check and waited to see where things went next.

I nearly jumped for joy when she asked if I would like to go back to her hotel room and order a movie or something. We walked to her hotel and as we were going up the elevator, yet another guy commented on how beautiful she was. He looked at me jealously as if he knew what was going through my mind.

We entered the room and we both made ourselves comfortable on the bed. She turned on the TV and began searching the pay-per-view titles for a movie to watch. She could’ve turned on anything at that point—I didn’t care. She picked a movie and we began to watch. While I do remember the name of the movie, I couldn’t tell you anything about it as my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour.

We lay there for about forty-five minutes to an hour in silence—except for me getting up to go to the bathroom every ten minutes because I was so damn nervous. Finally, I figured it was now or never so I gently began to caress her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning over and kissing her. This lead to a very passionate make out session before I asked if I could finally see the work that she done.

She lifted her shirt over her head and I wrapped my arms around her back to unclasp her bra. I threw it to the floor, exposing the biggest, most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever been this close to. I asked if I could touch them or if they still hurt too much for them to be handled. She said that she had taken some painkillers as soon as we returned to the room so it would be fine. I gently placed my hands on them being very careful not to be too rough. However, she insisted that she was fine and such delicate care was not required. I continued to fondle her as we kissed, our tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. I lowered my head and carefully licked her breasts, churning my tongue around her nipples.

She told me to lie back and relax. She removed her shorts leaving on the lacey, pink panties that she wore. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. She was somewhat surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, but this only slowed her a second as she took my cock in to her hand. She stroked it gently before lowering her head to give it a lick. She slid her tongue down the length of it stopping at the base to take my balls in to her mouth. She slid back up and whirled her tongue around the head before finally taking the whole thing in to her mouth.

It was pure ecstasy! I had never felt anything like this—the things she could do with her tongue! I desperately tried to recite baseball statistics in my head to keep from cumming too soon so that I could enjoy this for as long as possible. I gave the best effort that I could before finally exploding in to her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. She swallowed it all and smiled as she came up and rested her head on my chest. She must have been able to feel how fast my heart was racing.

We laid there for a few minutes. The entire time she was gently playing with my now soft cock in her hand. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she began stroking me harder. I tried to slide my hand into the front of her panties, but she cut me off and resisted my advance. I told her how bad I wanted to fuck her. She said that she wanted me too, but unfortunately, it was just not a convenient time of the month to do so. So she continued to just stroke my cock for a few minutes.

I was as hard as a rock; throbbing in her hand when suddenly, she stopped and excused herself to the bathroom. I hedged my bets and assumed this was simply and excuse to make preparations as she wanted to fuck as badly as I did. I reached down and took my wallet from my pants that were still lying on the end of the bed. I removed one of the condoms that I had bought on my way to meet her in hopes that something like this would happen. I had been so nervous about what this encounter would be like that I bought those condoms with the desensitizing lubricant to help ensure that you can last longer. I took one and placed it on the corner of the nightstand.

A moment later she returned from the bathroom, having removed the pair of panties that had blocked me from getting to her pussy earlier. She was ready, and so was I. She noticed the condom that I had placed on the nightstand. Standing next to the bed, she took the condom and unrolled it down my penis before climbing on top of me and guiding me in to her pussy.

We fucked forever—in every position imaginable. If it hadn’t been for the extended pleasure condom; I know I only would have lasted a couple of minutes, if not a few seconds. I eventually reached the point where I desperately wanted to cum, but the condom was working all too well. I knew that if I kept it on, I was never going to climax.

Remembering one of our more intimate conversations from Yahoo, I knew that doggy style was her favorite position so I asked if we could do that next. She happily climbed up on all fours and I took my position behind her, discreetly removing the condom in the process. We were facing the mirror so I could see the look on her face as I slid my now naked cock inside of her. She could tell right away what I had done, but didn’t seem inclined to care. I began thrusting harder and harder and told her that I was going to cum. In the slightest whimper, she said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

That was the moment of no return as I thrust my cock one last time and pulled her as close I could by her ass. I unloaded inside of her before we both finally collapsed on the bed. We continued to lie there, now in the dark; kissing and fondling each other before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the entire next day texting back and forth about the encounter and how incredible it had been for both of us. Later that week, she told me that she was going to be coming back to the city to return her husband to the airport. She asked if she could stay with me once she was rid of him. At this point in time I had just returned home from college and was still living with my parents. I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I essentially just dodged the question and explained that I would be busy. Our messages became fewer and fewer over the next couple of days before just finally ending altogether.

To this day, I still think about this night and recreate it in my mind. About a year ago, right before my own wedding, I decided to see if I could find her. All I had to go on was a first name, an old cell phone number that was no longer in service, and the screen name she had used on Yahoo Messenger.

After some creative Googling, I managed to find her Facebook profile. I discovered that she was now living in another state as her husband had been reassigned. They were still married; apparently living much happier than she was at the time of our meeting. I sent her a friend request, but she never responded. I took this to mean that it was best to leave well enough alone. I still check in on her Facebook page from time to time. I have since learned that her son is right around my age and that her daughter, only a couple of years younger than me, is as gorgeous as her mother.

I wish that I could simply tell her how much that night meant to me, but I wouldn’t want to risk jeopardizing her marriage or my own. I am left with the lasting memory in the back of my mind and very few days pass that I do not recall that evening and wish that I would have met her again the following week like she wanted to.

After finding out a friend was into some of the same porn fetishes as me, we both opened up about some things on the subject. After a few more talks and sharing of favorite video's and sites I decided to open up a bit more, rather then telling them about this kink I decided to show them.

So I put on a pink bra, with a white spaghetti string top flipped on the cam to share screen and reveal to my friend I like to cross dress on occasion. Initially silent for a moment they replied nice and sent me a Thumbs up emoji clearly a little at loss for words but ok with their friend suddenly growing a pair. Asking if they wanted to see more was a real adrenaline rush that was quickly subdued by a not right now reply. They still needed more time to solidify their thoughts. The call ended shortly there after, with plans to talk the next day.

The next day started off with me messaging I got a new set of clothes to complete the bottom half of the outfit from the previous day. Excited they got on the phone and asked what I got, I decided to show them again. Flipping on the cam today revealed a green bra with a different white spaghetti string top white, black pantyhose with a black leather skirt. I did a quick twirl asking for a response to which I got a thumbs up message, sensing they did not want to speak much I start shaking my hips and grabbing my breasts while making a statement of, tell me if you want me stop. Getting no reply I continued on doing a little dance, lifting my skirt slowly giving them a chance to say anything before I revealed my cute little white butt in see through black pantyhose. Getting no command to stop I wiggled it back forth a few times to which I heard a deep breath being taken; someone was getting excited. I began to slowly spin around with my skirt still lifted giving them a chance to stop me before they see my dick for the first time in our friendship. Fully turned around with my head clearly poking through these barely there pantyhose I took a deep breath as I slowly pulled down the front letting myself bust outta the constraints of womens clothes my dick sprung up like a diving board and pointed straight at the camera, another deep breath was heard but still no words. I debated my next move and decided to spin to the side to give my friend a sideways view to really take it all in. Giving my hips a couple shakes and thrusts I turned back towards the camera and grabbed my throbbing self, giving myself a couple quick jerks I expected the word stop to finally come through phone. Continuing on pleasuring myself for a moments more, I realize I'm getting just jerking and no longer doing any "performance" and am now just jerking with a friend watching I begin to get nervous and think I should stop. But then I here the tell-tale sounds of fap, fap coming through the phone I realize the awkwardness is not there and we are both enjoying our selves. Hearing those sounds coming from a friend, knowing those sounds was cause of what I was doing gave such a sense of pleasure I instantly felt the cum creeping up inside me ready to come out. Taking a deep breath I asked my friend if I could cum for them, getting a very quick and enthusiastic reply of yes. I became for the first time in my life, eager to please another man in a sexual way. Less then a minute later I got close to the cam and squirted a load all over, friend was happy and finished himself making for a heart pumping night of firsts.

Projecting your problems on others, the loon extremests on the right have a huge problem with it. anyone else think so?

BTW: Here's a formal list of things I think. Go ahead and attack me if you want.

-Taxes: no loopholes except for exemptions on electric, water, gas, transportation, food, payment to employees, and business equipment & supplies. Rich need to pay more than 35% if they get over 1 million dollars.
-XL pipeline: I would have no complains IF 50% of the oil stayed in th USA and it was up to saftey and enviromental standards.
-War: only in retaliation. And we show to the citizens of the other country what the enemy did to us.
-Govt: zero tolerance for corruption. (Getting bribes, not caring for rights, in it for the money)
-Justice: EVERYONE gets a day in court in a fair trial. Even terrorists, enemy combatnents, and dictators. (course if they are unwilling and resist then it's their loss. They die by drone bomb.)
-Education: no need for standard tests. Just teach basics and guide students along path they want to travel. (Example, they want to be a fire fighter, teach em how to be one and healthy lifestyle they need to live for it.)
-Religion: You can believe what you want, just don't push your religion on anyone else.

Wisdom overcomes all ignorance if people learn it. Educate yourself, TYT and RT america on youtube.