Rainbow Bright!

some FIND PLEEESE!!!
there are nudes somewheere over that rainbow

I'm searching desperately for a video. It was of a chick getting fucked in a gym. She was wearing rainbow knee high socks and pink panties, she was blonde, tall, perfect body. She holds onto wall bars while getting fucked from behind, she also gets fucked standin up. The guy was wearing a white shirt and was a typical good looking guy.
Some details maybe are wrong but I am almost sure
I saw it many years ago, and now it seems disappeared from the internet. Please help.

Is Greg Gutfeld A fag or something? What's with that gay looking unicorn cup with the rainbow on the side? He's had that thing in front of him for over four long years. If I even drank from something like that people would call me A fudge packer until the day I died.

Rule34 content from Nomad (Rainbow Six Siege). I love this type of content.

I'm a female in my mid-20's, a pre-law student, fairly cerebral, into reading mostly non-fiction, social justice, Russian literature, independent, responsible, yadda yadda. For all intents and purposes, I'm a grown-up.

I appear to be, at least.

I confess that I still sleep with my teddy bear, sometimes wear a nightshirt that is covered in little cartoon cupcakes, color in coloring books, blow bubbles, and I find unusually high levels of entertainment on a website called dolldivine(dot)com.

The website is like playing with paper dolls, only it's the Future Version of what I did when I was younger. It's obscene how much fun I have on that stupid website. I can make my own Harry Potter or My Little Pony avatar over and over and over until my little heart explodes into a million little pieces of rainbow confetti.

I confess...

Last night I went out for a leaving do for one of my gay mates at work Martyn, dozens of us trawled the pubs of Leicester, The Dover, The Rainbow & Dove, Sloanes and finally Helsinkis.

People started to peel off, and half a dozen of us were left, Martyn introduced me to a massive black lad called Tyrone. On the sofa's Martyn said "Get it out Tyrone or they won't believe the story", on the que he got out the biggest cock I have ever seen, it was easierly as long as my arm!

FUCKING HELL everyone exclaimed, Martyn then started telling stories of the people Tyrone had fucked. My mind was boggling and i was getting very turned on, I was tipsy but played up being drunker... I had a plan.

Come 3am it was just Martyn , Tyrone and I. We all shared a taxi ,Martyn was dropped off 1st, and I found out Tyrone lived in Belgrave not far from me. I got out at Tyrone's and stated i was gonna walk the rest of the way home, he invited me in for a drink and I stumbled into his.

I sat on the sofa and he walking into the kitchen, when he walked back out he was stark bollock naked, his massive black cock already semi hard, "We both know why you are here whiteboi, you lot always say your straight but are so wanton", hypnotized by his words and cock I had not noticed he was already level with my face...

"Suck it cunt" he said, i hesitated and he grabbed my head and forced his massive purple head past my lips, he started to fuck my face as i struggled.

I confess I have this fantasy worked out and all I can think of when I jack off is this scenario, this is a work of fiction of course as its a fantasy, so no bs comments if you don't like it don't read it.

I want to date a girl who has a daughter just starting to bloom and is strict and abusive to her. I keep having this fantasy of watching the mom spank her as the girl struggles, and finally the mom gets fed up and yanks her little rainbow panties down, exposing her smooth bald ass and pussy. The mom continues to spank and the girl (well developed for her age in muscle through cheerleading and gymnastics) fights back until her mom decides to let a bigger stronger person handle it and has me take her daughter across my knee.

Oh, how I would spank a girl like that...

I fuck the rainbow
I fuck the rainbow
I'll fuck any color ho, I fuck the rainbow

Even if she's an albino as white as snow
I don't give a fuck cause I fuck the rainbow

I fuck the rainbow
I fuck the rainbow
I fuck any color ho
I fuck the rainbow

I dont care if she's green or blue
The're all pink in the middle
So I'll tell you what I do

I fuck the rainbow
I fuck the rainbow
i'll fuck any color ho
i fuck the rainbow

Dont care if shes brown or yellow
If i'm up in her shit
Then i'm a happy fellow

Shootin bitches with my 9
shootin bitches with my 9
Shootin bitches with my 9
Shootin bitches with my 9
Bustin a nut like I be bustin rhymes

I fuck the rainbow
i fuck the rainbow
i fuck any color ho
i fuck the rainbow

What do you think of this rainbow hair slut?

I confess, when I was stationed in Texas about 8yrs ago. A buddy of mine kept talking about this "Rainbow Club" he was part of, I thought he meant rainbow as in gay... But he explained to me that its a different kind of Rainbow, what happens is a group of girls go out to the mall and ask random guys if they want to be in their "Rainbow Club"? Upon agreeing to join, the girls have the guys follow them to the theater and have the guys buy the girls movie tickets to a movie of their choosing. Once in the theater, the girls have the guys sit in a row with a girl on either side of the guys. The girls all put on a different colored lip stick and instruct the guys to hold as long as they can. Which begins the chain Blow job line. Each girl unzips they guy next to them and be gains to suck them off. After a few minutes, the lead girl taps the next girl and she moves over to that guys as the next girl does the same. And so forth. Each guy holds from cumming as long as he can. If he cums he out of the rotation. The winner is the guy that gets all the girls to suck on his dick and in so getting all the colors of lip stick. He also gets to choose from the girls a fuck buddy. Which the winner and choose girl leave to fuck.
I was in disbelief for about a month until my buddy told me to be at the mall at 9 sharp and be alone. Well I took his word, before I left the barracks I jacked off hoping to last longer if I got the chance, if this was really a club. Well I was little early and noticed. A bunch of teenie bopper girls in a big huttle. Chatting and pointing. No way was this the group of girls from the Rainbow Club!! They were between 12 and maybe 15 at the most!! So I just kept my eye peeled for another group of girls say maybe in there 20s... At 9 o'clock, the group of teenie boppers disbursed and in no time a very cute girl walk right up to me and said.. "Excuse me sir," I was in shock for a moment, but looked at her as to be listing to her. "HI, I'm ????. (Forgot her name) and my friends want to invite you into our club!" At this moment I was in total who shock! She went on to explain about getting into the movie and a treat, and maybe a prize if I win their game. After a few questions and small talk. I agreed and she lead me into the theater where I paid for our tickets. Once we were in the theater she sat me on the back row that.

had a few other guys sitting waiting as I was to do. After about 30 minutes the row was full of guys and this hot little teen girls. As soon as the lights dimmed the girls all at once pulled out lipsticks. Then instructed each of us to hold from cumming as the winner gets to choose his prize. Well in no time these girls where sucking each of us like professional porn stars! I held off as long as I could. One by one guys were cumming in their girl of the moments mouths. It was down to me and one other guy. I truer so hard but I came in that girls mouth like a volcano!! She never missed a beat she swallowed it up! But I was still a little upset because I lost the main prize. When I got back to the barracks i looked at my dick, it had a ring of lipstick in every color you could think of at the base of my

Somebody please tell me a site similar to Omegal, where I can get a woman to watch me wank off, choke the chicken, pull a cream rainbow/Punishing the one-eyed pirate/Perling the oyster/Milking the moose/Greasing the pipe/Beef-stroke-it-off....

I ain't paying for a damn thing.... I don't give a shit about a 1000 dudes on line, every now and then you'd get a gem to watch. there aren't any sites like that now.

the second you pull ya dick out they kick you off the site... the bastards,

what else is the internet for if not to find a girl willing to watch you Churning your butter. Fly fishing/Holding the sausage hostage/Pumping the gas at the self-service island/Tweaking the tucan.....

Do you like this rainbow-haired slut?

I'm looking for a video I watched on xvideos. It's a girl lying on some kind of a bed playing with some weird old electric toy/vibrator. She's chatting with a cameramen for the whole time. I remember her wearing rainbow ankle socks. At the end of the video, cameramen said toy was from eighties or something like that, and that back in the day, electricity from it killed some women. Please help me.

I've lived in a fairly tale type of neighborhood. There are blue, orange , yellow , and pink houses up and down the street. It's an orgasmic rainbow of colors. Most of the homeowners, I'd say about 75%, are single men, of whom all vote Republican. Most are employed with decent paying jobs. Anywho, it was my second month living in my current home when my girlfriend's gay brother asked if he could rent the room we have over the garage. At first I was hesitant, because I like my privacy, but my girlfriend pointed out that we could use the extra income. I quickly realized how nice the extra money would be. Well he was here about 3 weeks when I noticed many of my neighbors, sometimes 2 or 3 at a time, coming or going from his room, at all times of the day. Didn't take me long to realize he was prostituting himself. Turns out most of the men on my street are gay. Who would have thought? I confess, I wish I didnt have a garage.

Which one?

Asian girl or rainbow hair slut?

DAMN. I luv being straight fr tho‽

Although 100% an ally of the LGBTQ+ community and, absolutely will NOT Think twice about taking ur main bitch captive with the natural lure that my rainbow studded belt dishes on the regular ( that shit absolutely-💯%, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT- and most certainly gay AF mind u‽😵) If you're ho' ass wanna test me on the ideological validity of any one of these groups tho‽ I will throat fuck the shit out you with factual analysis of ur little cucky bitch tier phobias about someone else's personal propensities. Go ahead! I'll wait. Go crawl back into the cave in which you came from now, kk‽

I'm looking for a video.  Once easy to find under 'emo fucked'.

- emo girl, black and white hair.
- gun necklace. 
- rainbow socks.
- fucked standing.

Cheers. 

I wonder if any of you fine people could help. there used to be a video on here which was a JOI in which a sisters friend wants to sleep in your bed because she thinks your sister might be a lesbian. she teases your cock and wants you to cum before going to bed, the girl is wearing rainbow socks and is tanned and super hot only i cant find the video anywhere now please help.

much love and happy fapping

secretpocket

I've been looking for a video I either seen on here, or youjizz.
Its of a father/daughter in a gym, they own the gym and the daughter ishelping around it as a part time job for the summer I think. anyway, shes wearing rainbow thigh highs and little shorts, the mother is in the gym shower and while the daughter is blowing him shouts for a towel, when he cums she gets her one. Does anyone know of this video?

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is this chick wearing a rainbow bright costume?!

Looking for a video.

The girls stickam name is giannna but I cant find the video anymore nor find it on rapidshare.

At one point shes wearing a red plaid skirt, ripped leggings and a bra while goofing around on her side kick. Another part she has rainbow striped knee highs and fingers herself, and sings "Shift Work".
I've been looking forever, please help.

To all my fellow Stickam lovers out there I need help finding 2 videos that used to be posted on here

I'll try my best to describe the ones I'm looking for because I forget the names of the girls

1st video is of a cute teen girl, dark hair, and she's rainbow striped knee high socks. She's sitting at her computer listening to music and teases for a bit before giving a great bate show. The video has sort of a Pinkish color to it, not sure if it's the color of the girls room, ro just the way the video turned out, but it's noticable throughout the whole vid.

2nd video is of 2 girls fingering each other for cam. both girls whisper during the video because they're worried about being to noisy and having the parents hear. the first girl gets kind of loud so the other girl keeps telling to to keep it down. then when they switch, and the girl who was saying keep it down is getting fingerd she shows the other gorl how to curl her fingers right so it hits her g-spot (you can tell the girl wants to squirt but you never see it)

both of these videos have sound and are both Stickam vids. the 1st one has been on a few times but taken down, but last time it was on it was up for quite awhile. the 2nd vid was on here forever and posted by a few diffrent people. it's a popular vid that was constintly on the Most Favorited section

I confess!

===

Paul and his daughter Jenny came to stay with me the summer of '04.

Paul was the same age as me, 35. He was forking money out hand over fist to pay his way through college. He had worked a myriad of under the table jobs, the most current being a poker dealer at a seedy card room downtown. The bank had forclosed on their landlord, forcing him to sell and forcing them out. I was letting them crash here until they found a new place.

Jenny was 6, she was always laughing, running, yelling, and just having an all around good time. She loved to go swimming in my pool, and loved to drag me around the house with her (I worked at home), watching Nickelodeon, having tea (I never settled for the imaginary kind, so I'd usually end up brewing a pot) or some other silly game.

Today it was truth or dare... Paul was listening as she suggested it and nearly spit out his coffee, then we looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Where'd you learn about that?" I prodded.

"Hanna Montana!" she stated proudly.

Paul chuckled again and said shaking his head "Hanna Montana, I might have to re-evaluate that one... alright you two, dont have too much fun. I've got to head to work."

He picked up Jenny and kissed her goodbye. After setting her down he turned to me and said "Lets grab a beer tonight if I don't end up working too late."

"Its a plan, you're my wing man tonight, after Amaya." I replied. Last weekend I had helped him get in good with Amaya (which means 'night rain' in Japanese, or so she told us). She was our waitress at P.F. Changs. He ended up with her number before the food got to us.

"She called me last night, we're going out friday." he bragged.

"Awesome! Does she have a sister?" I asked with a smile.

===

I had forgotten my obligation to play truth or dare and had settled into the sofa, and just as I grabbed the remote Jenny came bouncing in wearing her bathing suit, a cute little onepiece covered in frills and splashed mostly in pink with a rainbow of other colors to fill in the gaps.

"Let play truth or dare in the pool!" she said as she jumped in my lap, crushing my balls in the process and eliciting a grunt from me.

"Oh did I hurt you thingy?!" she giggled, as she ran out to the pool.

I walked gingerly to the bedroom to change, grumbling about the cons to living with a six year old kid. No respect for the balls.

===

I performed a perfect sneak attack cannon ball, landing just behind her.

"Hey!" she cried, wiping water from her face and giveing me her signature pouty face. I loved that one.

She swam over to me and latched onto my neck, and looked me in the eyes. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Of course! Have you?" I asked.

She giggled and said "Mom, Grandma, and Sally." Sally was her "bff". "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss me." she whispered. And I did. She suprised me with her tounge, and I pulled back to look at her. "Did I do something wrong?!" she asked.

"Not at all, that was nice. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you want to do more than just kiss me?" I asked.

"Yes!" her nose was brushing against mine. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Touch me." she said.

"Really? Where?"

"Everywhere." Shocking words from a six year old. She sighed as I ran my hands over her body.

"Do you want to got to my room?" she nodded yes and hugged me tight as I swam us to the edge of the pool.

===

She tore off her bathing suit as soon as we got inside, and I followed a dripping wet and naked child to my room. She jumped on my bed and turned to watch as I took off my swim trunks. "Its hard." she stated. I couldn't believe her understanding.

"Lie down." I instructed, taking the roll of the doctor. I sat next to her and ran my hand over her belly and down to her pussy, tweaking her baby sized clit.

"Oh!" she moaned. I spread her legs a little wider and probed her openings with my fingers.

"I'm going to kiss your pussy, its ten times better that a finger." I said with a smile.

"Ok." She spread her legs wider for my as I settled in. I drug my tounge in circles around and over her clit and down to her tight puckered butthole. The I suckled her sex and came away with pussy juice all over my lips. She was a hot one.

Her breathing had increased and I knew she was nearing orgasm. I dropped my tounge down to her anus again and started tugging on her clit. "It feels like I'm gonna pee!" she cried.

"Dont fight it, let it happen." I instructed. Continuing to munch on her pink rosebud. She started to shudder and tried to push me away, but I kept at it until she cried out. "Ugh! Oh Jeremy! Oh! I crawled up next to her and held her as her convulsions slowly died. "That was... nice. Oh my..."

===

We cuddled for a while, then I got up and said "My turn honey! Do you know how to suck cock?" She shook her head no. "Ok, its easy. Come stand over here. Good, now wrap your hands around it like this." I guided her hands to my cock and showed her how to stroke it. "Ok thats the first half, now put your lips around the head." And she did.

"Like this?" she mumbled with a mouthfull of cock.

"Yep, move your mouth and hands together. Now suck like your drinking soda through a straw." She fell into a good rythm. I looked down at her tiny mouth streched over my cock, she made slurping sounds as she stroked up and down. Not thirty seconds in and I could feel my balls starting to boil. "Oh baby, that's so good! Faster!" She increased her speed, the dirty slurping noises coming at a frantic pace. I was ready, "I'm gonna come! Close your eyes and open your mouth." I commanded, pulling my cock from her mouth and spraying sticky ropes of cum on her nose, her eye and eyebrow, one from chin to ear, and a final one over her lips and tounge. She started giggling and I giggled along with her.

===

Later when Paul called, Jenny answered. "How was truth or dare?!" he inquired.

"Oh, we never ended up playing, we watched Nick instead." she lied.

I was gonna enjoy my summer.

Ok you old men, FYI a Scene girl or a EMO girl is nothing A LIKE! They are totally different. Its like saying a Apple is a grape. Ig get so many guys tell me they love my emo look when its scene. One is DEATH AND DARK the other is SHINEY RAINBOWS, why cant you people see that.
also if anyone says GOTH I know they are over 40!

NEED MORE OF THIS GIRL! I know there's at least a longer version of this video where she uses one of those rainbow ring-stack toys to masturbate...HELP ME FIND THE VIDS!

Several years ago lots of media attention was given to "Rainbow Parties." Was this all media hype...or is this now accepted behavior in schools?

january 20 is a day i will never forget.

it was 2006. i was backpacking in europe. i had just arrive in england and stopped in manchester. i unloaded all my crap at the hostel and went to a random pub to spend the evening and take it easy with the locals.

went to this place that seemed cool from the outside. an old school style english pub. exactly what i wanted. had a few pints, chatted with some friendly guys and girls. but there were a lot more guys as you would see in most bars.

had a great time and a few hours and pints later got a little sloppy. at the end of the night i got invited back to a flat and hang out. so i went. we were 2 guys and a girl. had a good time and then the girl left.

the guy asked me if i realized i went to a gay/lesbian bar. i had no idea. it was 2006. not like today where a bunch of drag queens and rainbow flags would be the dead giveaway. i said i didnt know and that i was straight but didn't care because i had a great time and met great people.

this dude literally pulls out his wallet and offers me 150 quid to watch me shower and stroke me. i laughed it off as a joke and he offers me 50 more to finish on him. then he smiles and tells me this is his kink and the more i do the more he pays.

i laugh and tell him to show me the money up front. he goes to another room and comes back with a wad of cash. i was pretty drunk, adventurous, and young. so i went for it

he showered me and massaged me. put me on his bed and bent me over. he licked my asshole for the first time ever. he then got on his bed and started jerking off. i sat on his face and he went to town with his tongue on my balls and asshole. i slapped my cock on his body at his request and blew a load on his chest. i then watched him cum on my cum and scoop it to his mouth. it was fucking gross and gagged. he laughed.

i showered again, had regrets in the shower. when i got out of there my pocket was heavier.
fast forward to today. i have a wife and kids and nobody knows about this. never had another gay experience. life before smart phones and social media like today was so good with anonymity.

I have grown to have a strong distaste for black women. Even thought I am a black man, I steer clear from these creatures.
Why?

Have you seen black women lately? They don't even look like black women, they look like abominations! 100$ rainbow weaves and blue contacts? Stop it....

Black women are SO quick to claim something other than black. A black woman will be dark as shit but claim she is cherokee indian.... Bitch can't even afford a jeep cherokee..

Then black women have the nerve to say "We all mixed, Slavery mixed us all"
Really? We are all mixed? Why is it I never hear white women claiming we are all mixed? Or asian women? Shit, I don't even hear black men claiming we are all mixed! Only the black women try to say that stupid shit.

Obama is mixed, says he is black, black women accept it.
But when Tiger Woods, another mixed man says he doesn't want to be called black because he is mixed, black women get upset at Tiger? What happened to " We all mixed, slavery mixed us all "

Black women see no problem with dating white guys, but let a black man date a white girl and all hell breaks lose! Why? I think it's because they envy white women. Honestly.

Another line from black women I'm sick of hearing is " White girls be tanning to look like us "
No, Bitch, They Don't. You don't see any white lady laying in a tanning bed until she is BROWN. Nobody wants to look like a black woman, This is why they don't sell Black hair at beauty stores.

I am only 20, But I highly doubt I will EVER, ever again in my life date/fuck with another black woman.

Looking for a video with three girls dancing around a bedroom, one in rainbow socks, lingerie and red hair. Used to be on YouTube. Anybody?

Rainbow Dash is being naughty for you~!

PRETTY




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

This Rainbow Brite chick is unbelievable!

There is a Kari Sweets pic set, where she is wearing rainbow socks. And a striped thing, that has a Rhône stone butterfly on the back of the thong. Does anyone know where I can buy that thing from or who made it? I obviously don’t want the one she wore I just want to know who made it.

There is a video I've been trying to track down.. I saw it a long time ago when I was a kid and would love to see it again. It was a TeenieBopper vid (maybe spelled spam bopper, I dont know) .. with a thin girl who had multi-coloured, or rainbow, kneehigh stockings. In a part of the video the dude actually picks the girl up. I don't know for sure, but I think she was brunette.

Anybody know this vid? It seems to have disappeared!

Rainbow-haired slut.

I have a friend (whom shall remain nameless) that I occasionally like to "play" with. She and I have never actually been in a "relationship" or anything, but every once in a while we like to get naked and fuck like little lez-bunnies. Friends with benefits are the best, aren't they? Well, one time I was staying over at her place, intent on reaping some of those benefits, she came up with a new game for us to play.

It was early evening at my friend's place and we had already been teasing each other pretty badly...psychological foreplay as were. She was walking around the apartment completely nude and I was just wearing my panties but we hadn't actually done anything to each other yet. I'm starting to grow a little impatient and wanted to get on with the night's festivities so I suggest a little game of Truth or Dare. She immediately agrees and we start to play.

It was a pretty standard game of horny T-or-D (nothing really worth remembering the specifics of) when my friend mentions that she's getting hungry and says she's going to order a pizza. She places the order then sits back down and continues our game by asking me the infamous question to which I obviously answer "dare." What dare did she give me? Well...she dared me to fuck the pizza guy when he got there...and I accepted, of course. When she began to elaborate on her "DAREing plan," I grew a little reluctant. She said that, what she wanted to do was tie me down to her kitchen table and just have me lie there and let the delivery boy get his rocks off and leave. I was a bit nervous, but I'd never turned down a dare before and I didn't plan to start then so I agreed.

She had me press up to the side of the table as close and I could get and bend over it, then she spread my legs apart and tied (rather tightly) my ankles to the table legs. I'm not terribly tall, so this actually put most of my weight on the table itself and not on my feet. She had me wait there (as if I had much of a choice at that point) and went back to her bedroom. A few minutes later she came out with a couple things I'd never seen before, and one that I was definitely familiar with. She had donned a sizable neon-green strap-on (one of the things I had not seen before) and was carrying a weird looking purple and rainbow-striped plume thing as well as a rubber dong that we had both named "Tiny Tim." I asked her what the plume-like thing was but she just told me that I'd find out soon enough. She came up to the table and told me to "open wide" so I opened my mouth kinda mockingly and in went Tiny Tim...much to my surprise. Then she made me lie back flat on the table and pushed the suction cup on the back of Tim to the table. Then she pulled my arms straight out toward the opposite side of the table and started wrapping a rope around my wrists. I was finding it rather difficult to talk at this point with my mouth stuffed with a 4" dildo, but I watched as my friend tied my hands up quite securely and then attached the other end of the rope to...something under the table that I didn't see, which then robbed me of my ability to stand upright. I was now completely immobilized.

She came to the side of the table and held up the little plume thing where I could see it. She told me it was a "pony tail" and I was about to become a horsey. Ignorant as I was, I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't (try to) say anything. She stood and went behind me and I lost sight of her. A short time later she told me to "take a deep breath and try to relax" and was immediately granted an intimate introduction to what that "pony tail" was...a butt plug with a pony-like tail sticking out of it. I yelped a good one because this was definitely something I was NOT expecting. It didn't actually hurt, though...more of a surprise than anything. After the shock of my sudden "species change" faded my friend said that we had one final thing to take care of. A minute later she slipped a sleeping mask over my eyes. I made a couple noises at this...she never said anything about a blindfold. Then I felt her slip something else over the mask that she then tied behind my head, pressing the mask down tight. I couldn't see a thing from that point on. Then she put her hands on my hips and told me it was time to get me ready for my "big date." That's when she introduced me to her new strap-on...which remains a favorite of mine to this day.

It wasn't terribly long after that the door buzzer was pushed. My friend left me a sweaty mess on the table and went to see who buzzed the door (it was, of course, the pizza guy) and she buzzed him into the building. A couple minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I heard the door open and I also heard the pizza guy freeze mid sentence. My friend told the pizza guy that we would be ever so grateful if he came in to meet her friend. He said sure and a second later the door closed. My friend told him that I desperately wanted to give him a tip for his effort of bringing us our dinner and so we spent a good bit of time getting that tip ready for him. My friend told the pizza guy "Please, have your way with her. It's what she wants." Unable to speak, I made what I thought to be an agreeable noise and nodded as best I could. It didn't take him long to get his pants off (or down or just undone...I honestly don't know as I couldn't see him), he lifted the pony tail out of his way (which caught my immediate and undivided attention) lined himself up and plunged him dick into me.

The feel of his cock pounding into me along with the pony tail plug held up like that was...quite memorable. He didn't last too long, and when his pace began to falter, he quickly pulled out, pushed the tail off to one side (this too was a "unique" experience) and blew his load on the small of my back. When the spurts stopped, the pizza guy said "Thanks for the tip...there's your change." (My friend laughed hysterically at that.) A couple minutes later he was gone.

My friend came back over to me after he left and smeared his jiz around my back. She said she needed it for lube, then she started fucking me with the strap-on again (presumable with it coated in pizza-guy cum). It was a good long while before she actually untied me; the pizza was long since cold by the time I got a piece of it.

The hottest part about the whole ordeal though? I had absolutely no idea what he looked like. Black or white, short or tall, cute or ugly, fat or skinny...no idea. I was fucked by a complete stranger, and I never even saw his face. Got a free pizza though :-)

First time gay shit - super unexpected

I'm a former military guy and I've tried to stay in shape. I go to the gym about 5 times a week. I'm only about 5' 8", but athletically built around 160 lbs. I was at a gym, while traveling through NJ, and found myself working out next to a very smallish built young man (5' 2", 110lbs max). He was doing the same muscle group I was and asked if he could workout with me. I thought it was a little strange, but he was nice and had a good smile, nice olive skin, and was young... I am straight - but I think I can still appreciate beauty, even in other men. And this little guy was pretty... and very gay. I would never work out with him in my home town... but I live in California, and this is New Jersey, so I thought, why not? He seems nice and I don't wanna seem like I'm homophobic or something.

So here we are. I've been working out sense I was a kid. I've wrestled sense I was 10 and have the screwed up ears to prove it. I am, frankly, very rough around the edges. I can be a little over bearing and down right mean when I am your wrestling coach. Or, in this case, your workout partner. So I was these things with him. I made him workout harder than he normally would. He had absolutely no upper body strength but did have a firm build (to be 18 again!!). Again, he was openly gay: even had a rainbow shirt that said, "born this way". It was a little embarrassing, but like I said: I didn't know any of those people.

We probably worked out for a solid hour and a half. I found myself getting a little turned on by how I could make him push harder or do a few more reps. I would talk trash. Tell him that god hates quitters more than gays. I would always smile a little so he would know I was kidding... but I think he liked it more if I was serious.

I found myself helping him with his technique. I would pull his shoulders back, or push his waist in. Giving him instructions and when he did it correctly, I'd say to him, in a very low voice, "good boy."

Fast forward to when we are finally done, and I am surprisingly warn out. I got a very good workout in. He was also red faced (at least as red as his skin would show...) and obviously fatigued. And sense I'd never been to that gym, I asked if there were showers. He said yes, and we went off to the locker rooms.

The showers were probably the nicest I had ever seen in a gym. You had your own little changing room that would lead to your own shower. They were also very roomy.

I'm in there and I planned on just rinsing off, sense I didn't bring shampoo and figured I would shower at my hotel after dinner. But then thought better of it and simply asked my new workout partner (yelling over the sounds of the other showers) if he had shampoo I could use. He yells back (a little to gay-ish) that he did. He'll bring it over.

I expect him to set it on my bench in the changing room... then tell me its there and I'd come out of the shower and grab it. But this little homo walks right into my stall with it. Naked. And I am perfectly speechless. I stand there and can't quite believe my eyes. He has this look of confusion and then he looks a little panicked. He drops the bottle he had and put his hands over his face and turns to leave.

Now... a million things are going through my head. And I can still remember - vividly - how torn I was. I would NEVER turn down a women that did something like this. The risk he took... the way he put himself out there... I was flattered. But I'm not into guys. But also... I don't know anyone in this town. So in about 2 seconds I decide to at the minimum stop him and tell him its all good. I follow him out to the outer changing area and I grab his shoulders and pull him back away from the little room door. He starts covering his face again and looking down at the ground. He won't look up at me and I'm not trying to even talk at all because someone may hear me (like who would I be talking to?!).

I simply don't know what to do, and as he begins to sob (like a girl... an f-ing girl!), I start to rub his back and in as low a voice as I can, whisper near his ear:  "Its all good... your a good boy".

I don't, for the life of me, know why I said that.   But I repeated it again, cause I could tell it was working.  I brought him closer to me and repeated it: "its ok... no worries... thats a good boy".  "your a good boy"  "your my good boy, right?"

And then I brought my hands up his back, lifting them off and placed my elbows on his shoulders (like i was going to hug his head to my chest), and pushed lightly down...  and without much resistance at all, he went to his knees. He looked up at me and I thought he was a little worried still.  He was nervous and worried...  So i said its Ok.. be a good boy. And he took my cock in his mouth.

He sucked on me for probably 5 minutes until I got nice and hard.  I couldn't hear dick sucking noises because it was so noisy in there. But it did feel fantastic.  He was being a good little cock sucker and I can respect that.

I let him suck me deep and hard until I felt like I was close. I pulled his head away and turned him around. I pushed him forward and pulled his hips up while I forced his knees apart.  I used a bit more force than i needed, but I was determined to get my cock in his little round ass before i got soft.  I thought about a condom, but simply didn't care.  I would have used one if he asked me to, but he didn't so i didn't offer.  

I spit on my dick and spit on his asshole.  Then started easing it in... eventually getting balls deep.  Spitting some more every few seconds.  I'm not a big guy, but his ass was tight.

I eventually pushed him all the way down to his stomach.  My favorite position when I'm fucking a women.  I fucked him as hard as I dared.  But I couldn't afford a clapping sound.  At some point I got off and had him follow me into the shower.  I fucked him a bit harder - standing up of course. But the shower sounds masked the sounds from the other showers so I was comfortable putting a little more on him.

And then I came.   It built slowly and came on with a vengeance.  It never crossed my mind to ask him were he wanted it.  The moment I called him a good boy, I new I was Cumming in his ass.

We walked out of that gym together - and I got his number.  I was in town a few times a year before I moved to NJ for about 3 months where I fucked him regularly.

I always made him wear girls panties and enjoyed making him cry before he was to suck my cock and get fucked.  I wonder how he has been.

It all started when I had become single for the first time in nearly three years. I had dedicated three years of my life to one woman and I had done very well at being faithful even through the hard times. There were plenty of opportunities. I consider myself to be an attractive man, and being slightly above average with words I have this way of saying things that make everything sound that much more enticing. I am a liar, but I am a damn good one. More than once I have convinced a woman to love, or lust for, me through words alone. It disgusts me, but at the same time it gets me what I want more often than not. I am manipulative, but I am damn good at it.

As with any long term relationship breaking up, there was a lot of hurt. You've just spent three years with someone who already was, or had become, your best friend. You try to do the "staying friends" thing, but it never works out and you end up either never talking to each other again because it hurts too much, or you never talk to each other again because you can't stand to. In my case, it was both. It hurt a lot, and even the thought of talking to her made me so angry it would throw off my mood for the rest of the day. So in step my friends. And I have to tell you, I have a great many good friends that know very well how to distract me.

There's the booty call friend who has always wanted me and is not going to miss out on this chance she has. I am a serial monogamist and she knows it. I don't stay single for long.

Then there's the really good guy friend who invites me over for anything, whether it be to down a few brews on the front porch, play some games, or even just shoot the shit for no good reason. He's the one that's there. He's the one I depend on a lot even though he doesn't know it or feel like I am.

There's the soul mate that lives two thousand miles away, stuck in a relationship she herself has said she isn't happy with. She is trying to make things work, but the going is slow. We would be perfect together, but two thousand miles is a long walk.

There's the girl that is offering a steady relationship, but I don't want to get into one right now. I keep the flame kindled just enough for when I'm ready to take that step again, but no more.

Then there's the best friend since childhood and his wife. They have offered me a place to stay, but I don't want to do that just yet. I'm good with moving back home for a few months to get back on my feet after moving out of the Ex's place. He has always been there for me when I needed him most, and he's there for me now. They take me out to dinner, keep me entertained. Providing that distraction is invaluable and they both know it. But the wife has this way about her of having fun with that distraction. We are both flirts to the N'th degree, and my best friend finds it hilarious when we flirt with each other. But lately, or so since I have become a single man once again, that flirting seems to have increased to a fever pitch. It's not like it was before. It's more..... involved.

It was innocent enough to begin with. Always in my friend's presence, and always good for a laugh. A short reference to gay sex between my friend and I, based mainly on the fact that we joke around about it often. Then an reference to her interjecting between us, perhaps a threesome. "No," I say, "that wouldn't happen. I would steal all of the attention!" More laughs.

Then it was like a spike on the Richter Scale, we both kind of turned it into high gear. References to private time. 'What would happen if-' type things. She was growing closer every time we were around each other. We were getting to be around each other more and more often. We both knew it was innocent, but something would nag in the back of our minds that kind of doubted that entirely. It was always there, we both knew it. Then she invited me over to talk while my friend was out of town. He goes out of town quite a lot for business working for a professional show company. Suddenly I got this uneasy feeling. This was my best friend's wife inviting me over while he is out of town. I know he knows though. She tells him whenever we are hanging out and where it will be. He has joined us on occasion. But this felt... different? I had it set in my mind that I was not going to do anything and I was going to shut down any advance that might happen.

Nothing happened. We talked about it, because the tension was there. I explained that she was my best friend's wife and that nothing would ever bring me to sever my friendship just for a good piece of nookie. Nothing. She agreed, stating that she would never sleep around on him. It was just the "Game" that was fun.

By "Game", I merely mean the entirety of flirting. Many people flirt with an agenda. Whether it to be a kiss at the end of a date, or to sleep with a stranger based on suave alone. I happen to enjoy flirting just to flirt. A party that reciprocates that flirting is always preferred, because it makes both of us feel good to know that we can be found attractive. Flirting makes you feel great, and makes everything seem that much more fun. I call this the "Game"; the entire act of flirting just to flirt. No agenda to be had. No intentions of getting into anyone's pants. Just having a good time and seeing who bows out first. It's a game.

A week or two later, myself, my good friend that invites me over all the time, his fiance, my best friend, and his wife are all at a Mexican restaurant for Karaoke night. My best friend's wife is sitting next to me, and my best friend is sitting across from her. The flirting is inevitable, and it starts up almost immediately. It's an absolute blast, and I get quite a few margaritas in. My best friend gets up to sing a song, and his wife brings up the night I previously addressed. I told her how nervous I had been about coming over, and in my drunken state, with my filter switched off, I let slip that in another lifetime where she wasn't my best friend's wife, there is no doubt that I would be all over her in a heartbeat. She's an attractive girl with a great body. A man would be a fool not to be.

From then, the details get hazy but a few things I remember distinctly. In my mind, I am dead set against anything happening between the two of us. Then I feel a foot running up and down my calf from my left side. It sends a shock wave right through me and I catch my breath a little bit in surprise. I look at her and whisper stop. She does, for a while. It doesn't take long before she gets back to it, and I give her a menacing glance. She apparently finds it playful and continues, so I wait until her husband isn't looking and run my hand up her inner thigh just high enough to get my point across. She then stops, looking at me with surprise and starts laughing a bit. I play it off.

I get far too drunk to drive that night, and they took me to their place, saying they would bring me back to my car the next day. I don't remember much from that night other than some more flirting. A reference was made to her cats liking to jump onto the bed and sleep between her legs. I remember replying with something along the lines of "Wish something else could be between your legs," and she lifted her eyebrows and just gave me an "Mmmmmm" before handing me a pillow and a blanket. I lock myself in the guest bedroom for the night and take care of the raging erection I had been fighting to hide from the moment I had gotten her text in the car saying "What you did was not fair!" There was a short exchange of texts, but that was all it took.

Then we find ourselves out to dinner, just her and I once again. This happens relatively often when my friend goes out of town, just kind of a "Hey keep me company for a bit" thing. But this dinner feels slightly more intimate than the others for reasons that should be obvious. Our conversation tended to stay around sex, with her explaining that I happen to be a pretty good influence on her sex life with her husband. I asked how, and she went on to say that when I am around and I get flirty, or touchy-feely like I did the one time at the Mexican place, it turns her on to the point that she jumps her husband as soon as they get private time. I actually take a bit of pride in that. Mainly just know that I can turn someone on that much.

Once dinner is over, she asks what we should do next. He wasn't going to be home until late that evening, so we had more time to kill. She suggested a movie, so there we ended up, sitting awkwardly next to each other in the theater. I had already raised the arm rest between us, stating that I wasn't against a cuddle during the movie, but we still didn't make any move toward each other. But my hands were burning. I wanted to touch her again. I would find out later she wanted to touch me again as well. The empathy was almost unbearable in its scope, and eventually I took her hand in mine and started giving her a gentle hand massage just to occupy myself. After a few moments of this, I put her hand down on my leg, letting it rest there and I put mine on hers. We kind of looked at each other, both of us appearing very comical in our 3D glasses, and the game of Chicken was on. Almost immediately she move her hand farther inside my thigh, close to the knee but enough to get the point across. I gripped her thigh tighter in return.

Her arm was draped over mine, so my reach was slightly diminished. I was already halfway up her leg whereas she was closer to the knee. She had a head start this way, so to take things slowly I just started rubbing her thigh gently, scratching with my nails against her tight jeans. When I made a lot of slow and tantalizing movement, I saw her breath get more labored and slightly faster. I knew she was already getting turned on.

As she moved her hand farther up my thigh and deeper inside, I responded by doing much the same, a lot of the time I would grip slightly harder on her inner thigh as I got closer and closer to her most private parts. I was turned on, and it was showing but I don't think she noticed. After all, we were close to each others' forbidden zones, but neither of us had made contact yet. I was so close to her vagina I could feel the heat she was giving off and it was intoxicating. I was maybe an inch away.

I leaned away slightly, pulling my hand up her leg and ran my pinky in the crease between her thigh and pelvis, moving away before I made contact with anything in between and resumed my spot an inch or so away from her moist pussy. She responded, moving another millimeter up my leg, but adjusted her arm and hand slightly. I don't think she realized it, but when she did, I felt her finger make the absolute lightest contact with my right testicle. I wrote it off as a mistake.

In my mind, I was racing through all the possibilities and outcomes, all of the different things I could do to her, all of the vast pleasures I had learned to inflict over the years. I fantasized about taking her when we got back to the truck, both of us climbing into the back seat with its tinted windows and giving in to this madness we had been brewing. I moved my hand another millimeter closer.

She let out a very very quiet little moan, and again my mind was back to the what-if scenarios. I could run my hand over her pussy, feel it through her jeans and press firmly against her clit. I could, but I don't.

It was all a rush of exhilaration. This forbidden thing we were on the verge of doing, and yet both of us holding our ground in this horrible and torturous game of chicken we had started. My jaw was clenched shut. I couldn't go any farther. Something was holding me back. I like to believe it was guilt. I have this problem with conviction. I tend to feel guilty. I blame my morals growing up, the southern gentleman way I was always raised with.

The movie ended, and at the same time, both of us stopped our game and made ready to leave. She needed to visit the restroom, so I waited outside. When we finally exited the place and were walking to the truck, I asked "So how bad was it?", referring the wetness I had worked her into. "I wouldn't necessarily call it bad," she responded, giving me a wry and playful smile. I laughed as we got into the truck.

She had lifted the center console away and bolted into my lips before I had even gotten into the seat fully. I didn't resist. Hell, I started fighting her for domination in the kiss, jockeying for position as I adjusted myself to counter her weight pressing against me. Her hand bolted down to my crotch, where I was already well on my way to another erection and she gently coaxed it into full being. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her higher as I returned the favor and got my other hand against the crotch of her tight jeans. She was so wet I could feel the moisture through the denim. Logic and Reason had come to a boiling point in their war within my subconscious, and logic had just made the final killing blow. I was doing this. Fuck the consequences.

We found ourselves clamoring over the seats after we moved them forward, giving as much space as we could in the back seat before stumbling back. As we did so, both of us were fumbling with our clothing, half tearing, half removing them as carnal instincts began to take full effect. Once we found ourselves in the back seat, I put the center console, a leather box type deal, about a foot and a half wide, back down and forced her onto it, pants off, panties lost somewhere along the way. I lifted her legs high, burying my mouth into her with a fiery vigor I hadn't used since my teens. She tasted fantastic, practically leaking her juices all over my chin and into my beard. I just kept lapping up everything I could, teasing and nibbling, sucking on the clit then flicking my tongue over it quickly and heavily. Her tits were hanging out, the D cup bra also lost in translation somewhere alongside her panties. I hadn't even caught their color or style in the process of removing them.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Gladly," I said before lifting her up, turning her over so her chest was resting on the console. I sat back on the back seat, taking my rod in my hand and guiding it into her waiting hole. She sat down and stayed there for a moment, clenching around me before she came almost instantly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her as far down as I could, shoving myself into her as deep as possible. I felt her cervix pressing against the head of my cock. She seemed to like it, but it may have been the orgasm too.

After letting her get the first rushes of her orgasm, I began using my arms to raise and lower her hips, forcing her to ride the rest of her orgasm out. There were people walking around the parking lot, but we were near the back and she was trying her best the be quiet. Some things you just can't hold back, and there was more than one profane word stated loudly. She started to take over on the riding, slamming herself down onto me over and over and over. I hadn't seen a woman so eager for cock since the beginnings of my previous relationship. She was crazed. I was okay with that.

I can't say how long we went like this before we peeled away from each other and she turned around, mounting me once again, this time pressing her breasts against my face as she rode. I grabbed both of them, just now realizing that it was the first time I had truly paid attention to them since they had been freed of the bra. She had immaculate breasts, still perky and youthful in her mid twenties. I ran my tongue around a nipple, sucking on it while she rode me gracefully and with just enough force to keep getting me closer and closer.

Finally, I leaned her away from me, she reached back to brace herself on the passenger and driver seats as I put one hand on her pelvis and the other on her ribs and started bucking myself into her hard and fast. I could feel it coming, and it was going to be god damn wonderful to let this aching load go. Harder and faster, I plunged again and again until I felt it explode deep inside. God damn it felt like heaven. I saw stars, rainbows, and fucking unicorns, but I didn't stop fucking her. Again and again, I released spurt after spurt until I was dry firing and still I fucked her. The oversensitivity was all but unbearable but I didn't care. I could feel her getting close to a second orgasm and I wanted her to come again.

She obliged a few seconds later, reaching down and violently rubbing her clit as she came all over my dick. As she was cumming, she was letting out these sounds somewhere along the lines of a whining plea for more and a scream of "YES!" I kept fucking, my erection staying solid as a rock. I haven't been this turned on in years and by God I was taking full advantage of it.

She leaned forward, once again our lips found each other, kissing hard and long as both of us twitched. I was still inside of her, slowly growing soft as I felt my cum leaking out around my shaft. I stopped kissing her. We were both sweaty and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair. We were both breathing hard. "Oh fuck...." I said, letting it hang there. My conscience was starting to come back, Reason coming back from the dead with a vengeance and tearing down the fort that Logic had built in its absence.

She seemed to get my drift. "Our secret?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I was starting to get physically sick at what I had just done.

"Yes," she said, I could hear it starting to effect her words as well. "Our secret. It will never happen again. We just go on with our lives the way we always have, and that's it. This is over."

"I suppose you could say that... I hate it. I hate myself. I hate this. Why are we here? What have we done?" I'm starting to panic. She grabs my head in both hands, looking me dead in the eyes.

"Stop it. This never happened." she says

"No," I say, setting my jaw, "It didn't."

i confess im a keebler cookie elf and ever since they demoted me to fudgepacker.iv'e been going into the lunchroom and peeing rainbows into the coffee pot.