I don't understand what's going on.
I purchase a video with credits. The video has been up for as long as ten years but I don't know how long it's been without an owner. Within a few weeks I see that the video was deleted by Admin. No reason or explanation given.
In two cases the video was deleted immediately after I purchased it and then got my credits back. I can only conclude that after purchasing a video, it somehow triggers something and it gets on the Admin's radar and is removed for some reason??? Doesn't say at the request of the copywrite holder.

so my girlfriend sometimes passes out cold. i recently found out i can take advantage of her. alcohol usually triggers it but sometimes it just happens. like she will be awake 1 minute the nest she is totally unconcious. her clit is very sensitive i can only touch it a certain way but when shes out i can exspose it and rub it real hard and she barely moves. her pussy gets real wet too. i sttart by rubbing her pussy until i get real heated then i stick my fingers in her mouth. i have to kinda force her teeth apart but once i do her mouth stays open.then i put my cock to her lips and just slap and rub for a minute. i get precum all over her lips then i shove my tounge in as deep as i can while i jerk for a minute. she doesnt suck so i have to fuck her mouth. its hard to position her in a good way but i can do whatever. i still kinda hold back in case she were to snap out of it suddenly but that has never happened. this weekedn im gonna get her some wine and see if it will happen again. i want to cream pie her and then eat it. the last time i got her to her knees and kept her up by holding her hair. i would let her go and she would start to kinda crawl away and i would just grab her and fuck her. as soon as i started fucking her she would just kinda pass out all again. but the bottom line is i can fuck her as hard as i want however i want. its gettin me hard just thinking of what to do. is this bad? any ideas? i took pics once while doing it but deleted them right away thinking she would find them.

So me and my wife have a pretty good sex life. We have sexy regularly, mix it up with oral, vaginal and anal. Well when my wife got pregnant she became like, a full on buttslut. All she wanted was her ass fucked a lot. Usually she gets sore but it was like some change that made the soreness feel great for here and she just wanted it ALOT. It was the point where I actually considered maybe letting a friend or two whom in trusted to use her ass to keep her satisfied but in the end I never pulled the trigger on it, or even discussed it.

Last week I brought up how a friend of mine confessed to never trying anal (he apparently has a nice and big cock too, he is a childhood friend and the rumors would circle about his cock size every so often though I never bring it up to him) and was seeing if she was down for showing him how good anal can be and she shot it down pretty much immediately. I wish I knew this back when she was pregnant because I’m like 90% certain that she wanted her ass fucked so bad that she would of dropped her pants and spread her asscheeks for him in a heartbeat. I might be wrong though but that’s the vibe I was getting from her that she just wanted something up her ass and I gave it to her but I should of seen if she would of took another guy cock.

I’ll probably never know but I wish my friend told me about this back then, could have made both of them very happy.

I confess that I fantasize about removing my wife's underwear in her sleep and placing some ants in her cunt.

The closest I got was:
One evening we had sex in our living room. she was on all fours, her face planted firmly in the sofa and her ass raised high up in the air, I was "keeping her busy" with my fingers when my eye caught a slow-flying mosquito. without thinking I reached out with my free hand and caught it, being careful not to kill it.

I then placed the stunned-wing-broken insect on her asshole and hoped it would bite. Alas the poor creature was too shocked and just wandered aimlessly, I stretched her cunt lips open and put it directly on her clit thinking maybe the blood-rich area will trigger the biting instinct.... nothing. At this point I saw she was starting to get suspicious so I gave up and just used my finger to rub and crash the poor thing on her clit until she came.

Attached some candid images of her that I took on another occasion.

http://www.imagebam.com/gallery/l10we51nqx1eo5fsff70awjbrvafwnv1/

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

Here's the story:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i spent an hour working on this then the post vanished. let me know what you think, and ladies post a pic up and you might be next
I worked at this same dumb ass job for twenty years. twenty years at the same office, twenty years of the same dull bullshit. Today I showed up at the same time as I always had, sat at my desk like normal, but then noticed one different thing. the desk next to me, which had been occupied by the man who trained me for the last twenty years was now empty other than a phone and a password ready computer. He retired yesterday so it wasn't unexpected, just different. I started working, when I heard my boss coming towards my desk. I looked up and and saw him being followed by a tiny, tight 18 year old. her dark hair flowed past her shoulders, as I tried not to notice her low cut top, or her ultra short skirt. They stooped next to my desk. He introduced me to stephanie, told me that she was our newest employee and I would be the one to train her. I shook her hand as the boss walked away. She set down a small stack of papers then logged on to the computer before stepping over to my shoulder. She watched my tutorial as what to do, I trying not to notice her resting her brests on my shoulder. Once I covered the basics she stepped back over to her chair, I couldn't help but steal a look at her ass. It was the most perfect and tight ass I've seen since college. I turned back to my computer, and back to my work. After several minutes, I turned to check on her, and instead saw her snapping some selfies with her top pulled down, and up her skirt. I cleared my throat, suggesting that she might want to wait til lunch to do that. At lunch I stepped out and sat in my car. I laid the seat back and shut my eyes. The thought of the exhibitionist that i'm working with made my pants uncomfortably tight, but I knew I'd have to deal wit it until i got home, i thought. After a few minutes, I heard my car door click. I looed over and saw stephanie. Before I could say anything, she shushed me, then pulled her top down, placing my right hand on her soft and firm tit. She bit her lip as she undid my pants, trying not to focus on me playing with her nipples. She smiled as she began pumping my 12" cock. Her hand didn't fit all the way around it, so she placed her second hand on and began stroking it. I closed my eyes at the little tease, who clearly knew how to make a man feel good. She kissed the tip gently before licking along my slit. her tongue then swirled around the ridge, before her lips covered my throbbing head. she continued stroking before spitting on it to speed her hands up. she pulled her phone out of her purse with one hand and placed it propped up against the door, with the screen facing her. She then took the tip back in her mouth, but this time began bobbing her head up and down, slowly taking in more and more. about half was down, she began to struggle, but my hand on the back of her head encouraged her not to give up. She popped up for a breath, as strings of spit rolled from her lips, all the way to my old balls. she slid her skirt pulled a little and went back to work sucking my dick. her ass was smooth and absolutely perfect, the kind every man dreams of. I reached down and began massaging her ass as she cupped and massaged my balls. I felt my dick begin to warm, knowing she was moments from making me blow, so I took a chance. I pushed a finger into her ultra tight rosebud. while not a virgin, it would still be a tight fuck. I looked at her as she had finally reached the point where my balls were the only thing not in her mouth. I close my eyes as she slid back up, triggering a rush of cum from my dick, that not only filled her mouth to over flow, but left my dick cum soaked too. She smiled at me and swallowed nicely, before grabbing her phone. As she adjusted her clothes and mine, she fumbled around with her phone. Before she got out she giggled and scribbled an address down for me. "meet me here if you want more daddy!" daddy was right, i would be fucking a girl young enough to be my daughter.

Years ago, when I was still living at home, my dad went away on a work trip. One night, I woke up to mom masturbating in her room. The sound must have been coming through the vent or something, because it was super clear.

At first, I was put off by it, but as I listened more, I felt a familiar tingling from my balls all the way up my shaft. Hearing her moaning and groaning with pleasure made my cock stand at attention. I figured, what's the harm, so I pulled out my cock, trying to be sure to not make any noises that might spook her.

I slowly tugged and rubbed my cock, partially wishing I could see her right then, and partially feeling guilty about the entire thing. After a few minutes, she moved from just moaning to talking a little. "Yeah, that's it," "Yeah, baby," these kinds of things. Then, out of nowhere, she goes, "Fuck my fucking cunt."

Mom is straight-laced, and I'd rarely heard her curse before that night. Hearing her talk like that, knowing that she was in her room, banging herself, brought me close--really fucking close--and I had to take my hand off. Until this point, she was the breakfast person, or the person who could pick you up from a party, if need be. She wasn't the person who had a "cunt" that needed fucked. I remember laying there, cock throbbing, thinking, I want to fuck your cunt for you. It was weird, guilty and sexy at the same time. My balls have never been tighter.

She said, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." My cock was so hard, sitting up straight,  while i just layed there, trying to back away from the edge. I knew that it was basically the point of no return. A few more tugs, and I was also gonna cum.

I swear, I could actually hear her dildo sliding in and out by this point. Maybe it was something else, I don't know. But right then, she went from furiously masturbating, to taking a few slower, rougher strokes. I for sure heard the sound of skin slapping.

She sounded in pain, almost grunting. She said, "Oh, God, yes, baby." It sounded like she was holding her breath while speaking. It triggered something in me. It reminded me of all the times I asked for a ride ("Yes, baby"), or a few dollars, ("Yes, baby"), or some other thing, ("Yes, baby"), and she'd gladly oblige. I shot a load all over myself and the bed.

I'm not gonna lie. For a long time after that, I would just call her name from down the hall, just to hear her say, "Yes, baby."

Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

after cumming all over the floor, keyboard and parts of my face I am left with 1002 tabs open after looking for that 1 special cum trigger photo or video and they all of a sudden seem no good now I have cum.... how can I beef up my sex drive?

hooked up with this wet soft and stretched out slut..she could have taken a fist easily, figured maybe try onthe decond meet... i was too much of a "trigger" as i like to slamspun and fuck.. so mutually we didced against it.... thinkin i should look her up again ? ...thoughts??

I confess that I'm a depraved aquaphile. There hasn't been a woman who has come into my life that I haven't fantasized about fucking underwater. I'm addicted to the thought of bubbly moans of pleasure and the forced breathplay of holding them underwater. Every social media image of a woman I know making a cross-eyed face or puffing their cheeks triggers a primal desire in me to see them in that state at the bottom of a pool with my cock deep inside them.

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what would happen then?

i forsee something like the old south would develop in the north, with giant maple syrup plantations in the east, giant wheat and bison ranches int he middle, and giant call=centres in the east, plus fishing and timber. all the canadians would be the new niggers in those lands, probably branded with a big maple leap brand on their foreheads, and forced to work as slaves for the upper class, which would be the heroes of america who led the invasion of the peaceable nation of the north.

in a few generations, those upper class amaerican conquerors would have bred a race of warrior-overlords who would be fit, fierce, know how to use a gun, and completely white. they would look at their soft, degenerate cousins to the south (the nigger-lovign americans) and launching a second invasion to free their white cousins from the perfumed bower of the lesser races of immigrants who have destoryed the great white race of American man.

I bet that soft america would not resist, because the toughest mofos would be in agreement with the invaders and take up sides with the conquerors, and they would recognise their kinfolk amongst them. also they would be turned on by the prospect of plunder and soft young pussy that would flow from the new world order. manys the man who would join an uprising in their native countries if given the promise of money, power and soft young pussy.

but then, once these sons of freedom and liberty and white mans power have won the canadian peoples and the american peoples, what then? would they resume the isolationist policies of the 1800s or would they spread their infectious war against the whole world and make the world again into a haven for the whites and the trigger happy?

Every time I see a dyed haired, pronoun-using little queer bitch I want to rail her so bad. I want to feel her cum on my BWC while I bully her and make her cry. I want to fuck those big "they/them" titties and trigger the slut because she hates having her tits touched. God I want to tear the boxers off these bitches and just rail their tight, pink pussies until they're fixed.

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I confess that I've spent the last month wanting to see my neighbor nude, between voyeur shots of her in short tights, attempts to catch her stripping in person or cam. All in all ending rather lackluster, in fact the few good times I've had my equipment would fuck the view up.

Its become more of a hobby then a desire by now, with my interest growing more towards figuring out the best angles to see the room, figuring out how to recover the equipment (often a gopro) after a shot and seeing if my cameras fucked up or not. Though by now I've figured out all the best angles, but refrained given the fact that these angles would involve me sticking a gopro in the middle of the room; hidden but only so long as they dont actually look around but prime targets for cats that love to screw with anything they can grab..

I've thoughts about getting a better camera, one I can dress up and hide for a few days by attaching it to a chair with Velcro or something, but I realize I'd need a motion sensor or some way to only trigger the camera when they are home. It'd need to have a long life to warrant me leaving it there where I'd only get a chance to grab it like maybe twice a week, but I figured that if I get the right on and set it up I could just slip the camera out of the cover, download the footage one day then put it back the other.

If I had enough money to buy one that is, but whatever I'm confessing this because I've grown tired of the hobby, the desire to try and watch people while hidden is old, the lack of content even though it's been a success in stealth is a pain and without the equipment it's impossible o go further. So all in all I think I'm giving up.

Another issue I'm having stem from my videos not being readable when I'm finished, I've tried using that treasured program to recover them but that program doesn't repair the footage unless you send it in and pay for it, which I'm not doing for possible one minute of footage out of 20 hours. So I wonder if anybody knows wha I can do on that front, I know that some of the footage was able to be recovered using H264 and another clip to help establish the settings for the video but even having downloaded the codec I'm having little success with the videos so any help here would be wonderful.

I've been sucking off this Latino guy pretty regularly for a while now and I must admit, it is the best cock sucking experience I've ever had. He isn't the biggest guy in the world. His dick is probably about 6.5 inches long and has a good amount of girth to it. The mushroom head that sits on top is so fat and a joy to lick, suck, and run my tongue around. But the star of the show is this man's balls. His sack is the shape and size of a tennis ball. It is the most perfect spherical shaped nut sack I have ever seen. It's big enough that it fills my hand when I hold them and I can tell by how firm it is that sack is holding a huge load. I love listening to his soft moans of approval as I suck and throat his cock. He is always polite enough to let me know when he is about to cum but honestly, I already know well in advance he is about to blow. First sign is when he releases precum. It's not like most guys. It's a big squirt of it followed by a constant flow of his salty contents. First time I sucked him I honestly thought it was his actual orgasm until he told me he hadn't cum yet. But this is my sign to cup his bulging balls in my hands from underneath while my other hand gently massages the top side. This drives him nuts. His moans will pick up and about this time his balls will start pulling tight against his body. It's honestly impressive how such a big full pair of nuts can get sucked so tight up against the body that it's almost like he doesn't even have balls. I mean these suckers damn near get sucked up inside his body to the point all that is left is a shriveled, wrinkly patch where his balls once hung. It's a like shotgun loading and when the trigger is pulled, OMG is it glorious. I can only describe it as the most violent orgasm spasms I have ever felt. Once he starts, I grab his shaft just so I can feel the intense pulsating as his fertile load is pumped down my throat. His whole cock feels like it is having birthing contractions as it pumps hard to feed me my reward for a job well done. This man cums so much, I have to swallow mid orgasm just to make room in my mouth for more. Once swallowed, I deepthroat his shaft so he can finish straight down my throat. Then I have to drink water after wards because it's so thick it gets stuck in my throat. Best thing is, this dude literally lives down my street and I didn't even know it. When we first met online I asked him if he needed emptied. His response was "i always need emptied." Damn, he wasn't kidding

Alexis

"Push 'em back! Push 'em back! Way back!" yelled young
Alexis as she cheered on the varsity football team in a joint
cheer with the combined varsity and JV squads at the pep rally.
She could feel the back of her little pleated skirt flip up
in the air with her hip movements, knowing that the shortness of
her skirt was revealing her bright blue cheer panties each time
she thrust her ass out with the cheer.
Alexis smiled as she noticed some of the boys looking at her
ass with great interest. She wanted to be popular, and if
shaking and wiggling was what it took, she was willing to do it
in order to get that kind of attention.
After the cheer, the rally concluded with the band playing
the school's fight song. Both cheerleading squads did their
dance routine to the music, and Alexis took advantage of the
opportunity to do her own exaggerated version, bumping and
grinding sensuously and shaking her ass for the boys.
Unknown to young Alexis, however, was the fact that Coach
Johnson also had his eyes on her. Not wanting to be obvious, of
course, he would sneak glimpses of her hot teenage body as she
shimmied and shook with the movements of her teammates.
As the pep rally came to an end, the principal dismissed the
students to their next class. Coach Johnson carefully approached
little Alexis.
"Young lady, could you come to my office? I need to have a
word with you about your performance here," he told her, rather
quietly. "I'll give you a pass for being late to your next
class."
"Sure, I guess so, Coach Johnson," Alexis replied.
"Just come by in a few minutes, then," he told her, as he
turned and walked to his office, next to the boys' locker room.
As he walked into his office, he took great care to close the
blinds on the windows facing the hallway, and pushing in the
button on the inside of his office door so it would lock when
closed. He sat down in the chair behind his desk. His cock was
already getting hard with anticipation. The coach desperately
wanted the hot little cheerleader, and he knew he could threaten
her with suspension from cheering due to her exaggerated
exhibition on the gym floor.
Within minutes, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
Alexis carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
"Go ahead and close the door, if you would," he said.
Alexis obeyed, unknowingly locking herself into the office
with the horny coach.
The young cheerleader looked at the coach rather sheepishly,
sensing that she about to be reprimanded.
"Is this about my performance during the pep rally?" she
asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
"Yes, young lady," he said. "And it could cost you your spot
on the cheerleading squad, if I push the issue. Do you have an
explanation?"
Alexis bit her lip and looked down at the floor nervously, as
she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, back and
forth.
"Well..." she said.
"Yes?" he inquired.
"It's just that I'd like to be popular with the boys, and
they like it when I put on a show like that," she admitted.
"I'll bet they do," he told her. "So you wanted to be as
sexy as you could, didn't you?"
Alexis nodded.
"How old are you, Alexis?" he asked.
"Sixteen," she answered.
"Have you ever had sex with a boy?" he asked.
The question surprised her, but she figured she'd be honest.
"No," Alexis said. "I'd like to, though. But please don't
get me kicked off the squad."
"And that's okay," he reassured her. "You know, I could
teach you a lot about how to be popular with boys. You know, sex
stuff that they like a girl to do to them."
"Like what?" Alexis asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, Alexis, it would work best if I actually showed you."
"I don't know, sir," she said. "You mean doing stuff to me
and me doing stuff to you?"
"Only if you'd like me to show you. You could practice with
me. That way, you'd be all prepared for the boys, and you
wouldn't have to worry about being embarrassed because you don't
know what to do with them."
It made sense to Alexis, and she did think the coach was a
good-looking man. Plus, if she didn't, he could have her kicked
off the squad...
"But what if somebody found out?" she asked.
"Would you tell anybody?" he asked.
"God, no!" she gasped. "I'd get kicked off the cheer squad,
for sure."
"Well then, I guess this could be our little private sex
education class," he told her with a smile.
Alexis giggled, still nervous about the idea.
"So," she said. "How would we start?"
"First, why don't you take a couple of steps back and give me
a good view of you in your little cheerleading uniform?" he
suggested.
Alexis did so, and modeled her little uniform for the coach's
enjoyment, watching him as he devoured her with his lustful eyes.
Her light brown hair was not quite shoulder-length, cut
straight across and curled under, with bangs draping her
forehead. As she smiled sweetly, slight dimples formed in her
cheeks. Her eyes were bright blue and captivating, and her lips
were shapely and smooth with her lip-gloss. The cheerleader's
complexion was attractive, as well - not tanned, but not fair-
skinned, either.
Alexis wore a royal blue button-down V-necked sleeveless
shell top with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and
down the sides. The white letters "LIONS" arched across her
chest, pushed outward by her B-cup breasts. Under the shell top,
she wore a thin, tight white turtleneck midriff top under the
shell.
Her skirt was a matching royal blue with the two thin white
stripes running down the sides and hemming around the bottom. In
addition to the banded trim on the hem, the skirt also had twelve
inverted white pleats. It was deliciously short on her, only
covering her bloomer-covered crotch by a couple of inches.
As he had noticed earlier, Alexis was wearing tight royal
blue bloomers underneath. As his eyes traveled downward, he
smiled at her shapely thighs and her knobby teenaged knees.
Alexis' cheerleading uniform was completed with a pair of
white kneesocks, pulled smartly up to the bottom of her kneecaps,
with three thin blue stripes around the top section of the socks.
She wore a pair of blue and white athletic shoes.
"Do you like our uniforms?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "Why don't you turn away from me, now?"
Alexis spun around, her back facing the coach.
"Like this, Coach Johnson?"
"Yes, my dear. Now bend over slowly for me."
With her feet together, she slowly bent forward for him. As
she did so, her little pleated skirt pulled up high on her tight
ass, showing off the back of her smooth thighs and the crotch of
those tight blue bloomers as they bulged in a tiny pussy-wrap
mound.
"How's this?" Alexis inquired.
"Excellent."
"You're just trying to get a better look at my bloomers,
aren't you?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
Alexis laughed.
"And how do they look?" she teased.
"Magnificent, my dear."
Her cunny lips bulged in the blue fabric between her thighs.
He could feel his cock rock-hard, aching for the young girl's
treasure. The coach flipped on his desk radio and quickly found
a station with some good dance music.
"Okay, Alexis, how about showing me some of your dance
moves?" he asked.
The cheerleader stood back up and spun around to face him,
then began a dance routine to the song. She shimmied and shook,
her tiny skirt flipping about on her ass and flashing its pleats
as she ground to the beat.
Alexis spun back around and shook her ass while she slowly
pulled up the back of her skirt, showing off her tight little
bloomers again.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," he encouraged.
By the time the song ended, the coach's cock couldn't take
any more teasing. He had to have this magnificent little
strumpet, and now.
"What would you like me to do now?" Alexis asked.
"Come over here and suck on my cock," he told her.
The coach stood up and unfastened his trousers. As they
dropped to his ankles, he pulled down his briefs. An eight-inch
stalk of man-flesh sprang free of its shackles and wobbled
obscenely toward the young girl. She just stared at it.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock before?" he asked.
"No, not on a man," she admitted. "Just on the baby boys I
used to babysit."
"Quite a bit different, huh?"
Alexis nodded as she stepped up to him.
"You've had the sex education class here, haven't you?" he
asked.
"Yeah," she answered. "I mean, I know how sex works and
everything, I've just never seen it in person or tried anything
with a boy."
Coach Johnson put his hands on Alexis' waist.
"Remember that sex works by a boy sliding his cock back and
forth inside your pussy until he gets so excited that he cums."
"You mean when he shoots his sperm?" Alexis inquired.
"Yeah, when he shoots his milky liquid into you."
Alexis nodded.
"It's all about friction," he told her. "A boy needs that
friction on his cock, no matter if it's from your pussy or you
simulate it with your hand or mouth."
"My mouth?" she asked.
"Yeah, your mouth can act just like your pussy. It's warm
and moist. You can pump his cock back and forth in your mouth,
and even excite him faster by pumping it with your hand at the
same time. It's called 'giving a blowjob'."
Alexis smiled and nodded.
"Just be careful not to let him cum in your pussy unless
you're taking birth control, or you might get pregnant," he
warned.
"And boys don't usually know if they're about to cum, until
it's too late," he added. "Experienced men know when they're
getting close, so they can warn their partner if they don't want
it squirting inside them."
"So, if you fucked me, you would know to pull out in time?"
Alexis asked.
"Yes, my dear. You're not on birth control, are you?"
"No," she told him.
"Well, if you're planning on having sex with the boys, you
should be," he advised.
Alexis nodded again as she looked down at his cock.
"Go ahead. Stroke it with your hand," he suggested.
The darling cheerleader wrapped her fingers around the warm
shaft and started a slow handjob on him.
"Yeah, baby, that's called a 'handjob'. Start slowly at
first, and keep getting faster and faster, unless he asks you to
slow down, of course."
The two forbidden lovers stood there for several minutes. He
kissed her softly while she worked him with her hand.
"Would you like to try a blowjob now?" he asked. "Boys
really like that."
"Okay."
The coach sat down in his chair. Alexis dropped to her knees
and held his cock still while she moved her mouth closer.
"You can lick it, too, and play tongue games with it just to
tease him even more," he coached.
He pointed to the location just under the tip of the cockhead
on the underside.
"See this spot?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"That spot's the most sensitive part of a guy's cock.
Wiggling the tip of your tongue right there while giving a
blowjob, will drive a guy wild."
Alexis laughed.
"Well, let me see if it works on you," she said. "You're not
gonna squirt your stuff in my mouth, are you?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you later. By the way, do
you still have your cherry?"
Alexis shook her head.
"Nope," she said. "I popped it a couple of years ago when I
experimented with my mom's vibrator."
"Okay, just checking," he said. "I still want to make sure I
don't cum inside your pussy. Do you have a problem with me doing
it in your mouth?"
Alexis wrinkled her nose.
"I don't think I want to try that yet," she said. "I've
heard it doesn't taste very good."
"Who told you that?" he inquired.
"One of my friends. Her boyfriend ejaculated in her mouth
once, and she said it tasted pretty bad."
The coach smiled.
"Well, sometimes, that's true," he explained. "It depends on
the guy and also on the girl's tastes."
"So where would you like me to shoot my stuff?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Where did you want to?"
"How about if I spray it all over that pretty face of yours?"
he offered. "It's called 'taking a facial'."
Alexis laughed.
"On my face?" she asked, quite surprised.
"Yeah," he said.
"I guess that would be okay," she relented.
The coach watched as Alexis swirled her tongue around the
head of his cock, getting just a taste of his meat.
"It tastes different," she commented.
"Bad?" he asked.
"No, just strange," Alexis answered.
She opened her mouth wide and leaned forward into him, taking
his cock about four inches into her sweet, teenaged mouth. Then
she sealed her lips around the shaft and started sliding his
prick back and forth in her sucking mouth.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Suck it just like that."
She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she mouth-fucked
the coach in her cheerleading uniform.
"That's so sexy when you look up at me like that," he told
her. "You have a natural talent for this."
Alexis giggled as she sucked the coach, flattered by his
comments. She used a hand to pump the rest of his cock, which
wouldn't fit in her mouth.
"Very nice with the hand," he moaned. "Don't forget to use
your tongue on that spot I showed you."
Alexis pulled her mouth back a bit and just pumped with her
hand while she flicked the tip of her tongue repeatedly across
the sensitive underside of his cock, just behind the head.
"Oh, God, yes..." he groaned. "That's doing it just like a
pro."
Alexis resumed her mouthstroke on him, her curled-under hair
swaying forward and back as she blew the coach.
After a minute or so longer, he knew he had to stop the girl.
"Okay, darling, you can stop now," he said.
Alexis popped her sweet lips off him.
"Was that okay?" she asked.
"You were terrific," he told her. "I had to stop you, 'cause
you were gonna make me cum if you kept going."
Alexis smiled.
"Now what?" she asked.
"I'm gonna lick that cheerleader pussy of yours," he said,
with a smile.
Alexis laughed as he stood up, then helped her up to her
feet.
"But first," he said, "let's get those panties of yours
down."
He reached under the sides of Alexis' tiny cheerleading skirt
and grasped the sides of her bright blue bloomers, then tugged
them down with her panties until they dropped over her white
kneesocks to her shoes.
The coach reclined Alexis onto his desk and lifted her feet
to the edge of the desk, with her knees cocked high in the air.
Her bloomers and panties were still wrapped around her left ankle
as he gently spread her knees wide apart. The white pleats of
her little blue skirt fanned open as she revealed her almost-bald
pussy for the coach.
Alexis smiled as he stroked the inside of her thin thighs and
her calves through her cheerleading kneesocks. His head
disappeared under her pleats as he buried his face into her
teenaged crotch and placed his warm tongue on her pink pussy.
She felt him lick it softly, his breath softly teasing her
tender clit. Then she felt his tongue glide upward to her love trigger.
"Ooh, coach, that feels sooooo gooooood..." she groaned. She
squeezed her breasts through her royal blue shell top and bit her
lip as he stroked her pinkness with his taste buds.
He varied his rhythm and direction of licking with expert
technique, listening to his young lover groan in delight. After
a few minutes, he pushed a couple of fingers to her virgin pussy
and slowly drove them into the moistness.
"Oh, God!" Alexis exclaimed, her senses heightened by the
feeling of his fingers within her. Her breasts heaved against
her tight shell top.
He slowly slid the two fingers in and out of her moist twat.
It was a tight fit, and that fact excited him even more about the
prospect of burying his swollen cock into that ultra-tight
teenaged cheerleading snatch.
The coach licked and sucked on her clit while he finger-
fucked her, until she couldn't take it any longer.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum any second!
Keep going!"
He obeyed and quickly sent the young girl to the brink. With
a groan, Alexis trembled as her body reached orgasm with an
intensity she had never felt from her mom's vibrator.
"Fuck!" Alexis cried in delight.
He slowed his stimulation down to a stop and stood up over
her.
"That was wonderful," she gushed. "Thank you."
"No problem, my sweetheart. Are you ready to get fucked for
the first time?"
Alexis nodded and smiled.
Coach Johnson pulled her to the edge of the table and fisted
his cock, still wet with Alexis' saliva, against her buttery
pussy lips. The teen cheerleader was well lubricated already,
and ready to get drilled by her first cock.
"Go ahead, coach," she said. "Put it in me."
He popped the head into her and slowly pushed several inches
in.
"Well, Alexis," he announced. "Officially, you're not a
virgin anymore."
She giggled.
"Sounds okay to me, Coach Johnson. Show me what it's like to
get fucked."
The coach pulled partway out, then fucked another inch or so
into the sweet cheerleader.
"God, your pussy is so fucking tight, and it feels great," he
observed.
Alexis giggled again. She wrapped her white kneesocks with
the blue stripes around his ass as he pumped into her slowly.
"It feels so good in there," Alexis mumbled.
"And I'm glad you enjoy this, 'cause I am, too," he said
softly as he leaned forward onto his elbows, lying on top of the
girl on the desk. He kissed young Alexis softly as he slowly
worked more cock into her wet snatch.
"You know, sometimes guys like a girl to talk dirty to them,
too," he added. "It helps turn them on."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yeah, go ahead and try it, Alexis. Talk dirty to me."
Alexis chuckled.
"Fuck me good, coach," she offered. "Fuck my tight little
cheerleader pussy."
"Yeah, that's good," he encouraged.
"I want you to fuck me really good with that big cock and
then blow your load all over my face," she said.
"Yeah, baby," he said, as he slapped his balls on her ass
with each thrust, now getting faster and harder as he went.
Alexis wrapped her white-sleeved arms around him, enjoying
her first fuck. They kissed repeatedly as they screwed on the
desk, exploring each other's mouth with their tongue, lost in
passion.
After several minutes, he suddenly pulled out of her.
"Were you ready to shoot your stuff?" Alexis asked.
"Almost," he said, "but first, I wanna fuck you in a
different position. We're gonna do it doggy-style."
Alexis laughed again as he lifted off of her and pulled her
up to her feet. Her little skirt fell back down into place.
"Just turn around and put your elbows on the desk," he
instructed.
She did so, looking over her shoulder to watch as he slid her
cheerleading skirt up high on her ass. Her white pleats fanned
outward as he stuck his prick back into her tight little pussy,
this time from behind.
Alexis spread her kneesock-encased legs wide apart for
balance as the coach commenced drilling her in that position. He
grasped the sides of her waist for leverage as he relentlessly
pounded her love tunnel with his hard cock.
"Aw, coach," Alexis gasped. "It feels like it's so much
deeper in me."
Her hair swung forward and back as he rode the cheerleader
into the desk, but he knew he couldn't last any longer.
"I'm getting so close," he said. "Are you ready for me to
cum on your face?"
"Yes," she told him.
"Good. When I tell you to, stand up, turn around and kneel
in front of me, and tilt your face toward the ceiling."
"Okay."
He lasted about fifteen more seconds.
"Now!" he shouted.
He pulled out, and Alexis quickly spun around and knelt
before him, offering her innocent, angelic face for him to
decorate. She looked down at his cock as he pumped it with his
hand for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a stream of warm semen splattered on the side of
her mouth and up the side of her nose. She instinctively
squeezed her eyes shut as another round of jizz landed on her
upper lip and yet another on her nose.
Alexis giggled as more spunk rained down on the poor
cheerleader. The coach had a full load stored up for the
teenager, and his balls emptied themselves onto her eyelids and
forehead, matting down her sweet brunette bangs under a blanket
of white splooge.
Finally, mercifully, the facial ended. Alexis smiled but
kept her eyes closed as she kept her face turned upward. Gobs of
gooey cum oozed down the sides of her face and dangled from her
chin.
"Baby, let me get you a towel and clean you up," he said.
He walked over and picked up a shower towel, but before he
handed it to her, he pulled out a digital camera from his desk
drawer.
Alexis could hear the clicks and see the light from the
flashes.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a frothy face.
"Taking a few digital pictures so I can enjoy them later," he
said. "Do you mind?"
"No," she said. "That's fine, but please don't show them to
anybody."
"I won't," he promised. "Smile again for the camera, and you
can open your eyes now."
Alexis tentatively opened her eyes, and since she didn't feel
any cum dripping into her eyes, she kept them open and smiled for
his camera.
She felt so naughty, and she loved every second of it.

I confess:

Mum, I just killed a man,
I put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mum, life had just begun,
but now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mum, ooh,
I didn't mean to make you cry,
if I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

It's too late, my time has come,
sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time.
goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Anyway, that's my confession. I killed a dude, I love my dear mum and I'm going to fucking prison. But I deserve it, so don't cry fto me Argentina. Or England. Or America.

God bless you. All of you.

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

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

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

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

Caribbean Interlude
by Hardy

***

A couple spend their anniversary at a Caribbean resort.
Magician days and lush tropical nights lead to lowered
inhibitions. The couple becomes susceptible to an
erotic adventure that unearthed hidden desires,
providing a new awareness of their sexuality. (MMF,
wife-sharing, swingers, voy, reluc, rom)

***

We were spending our third wedding anniversary on this
sun-drenched Caribbean island. It was wonderful-
sensuous moonlit tropical nights with the surf lapping
at the shore; days around the pool and hanging out at
the beach bar. It was intoxicating.

Now we were in our cottage with the stranger that we
had met at the bar. John, my husband and I had become
acquainted with him when we were enjoying our rum
drinks, and found him pleasant and charming. We invited
him to join us for dinner, and he readily accepted.

While we were showering and dressing for dinner, John
remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said not
really but that wasn’t quite true, as he was quite
handsome.

After Keith joined us we had a delightful island
dinner, followed by music provided by a steel drum
band. We had more drinks and soon the men were taking
turns dancing with me. As the evening wore on I found
that Keith was holding me closer as we danced, close
enough that I could feel his thighs pressing against
mine, and close enough that I could feel a beginning
erection.

It was exciting, feeling the desire in this handsome
stranger, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a
slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the
rum drinks and enchantment of this island was having an
effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband.

When it was time to leave John invited him back to the
room for a night-cap (as if we didn’t have enough
already, and I wondered why he invited him this time of
night) He readily accepted and now the three of us were
lounging around in our cottage enjoying another drink.
John was leaning back in and arm chair, appearing
sleepy, but still aware, and Keith was sitting beside
me on our bed.

My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the
lights so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why
he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage
of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me
against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was
going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next
thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. No
response from John, so the stranger kissed me again. I
was sure that he was aware of what was happening, so
why didn’t he say something?

After another kiss he swung me around so that I was
lying flat on the bed with this stranger beside me,
holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards John-I knew
he could see, even though we were in shadow, but he
said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was
he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to
find out.

When he began to unbutton my blouse I did nothing, and
I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra
which opened in the front. I allowed another long kiss,
and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. I was
flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events.
I looked at my husband again-I could see his eyes but I
couldn’t see his expression. I couldn’t believe this
scene that was unfolding, and I couldn’t believe that
he wasn’t saying anything. Did he want this stranger to
make love to me?

Everything about this island, this setting, the
distance from home, and the drinks we had consumed lent
itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be
getting to all of us. The stranger was caressing my
nipples with his finger-tips till they stiffened, and
then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts,
and I was becoming more and more aroused.

I wondered if my husband had an erection-the stranger
certainly did-I was very aware of the pressure against
my leg.

His fingers dipped down to my knees, sliding under my
skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my slip and
skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart,
his hand now between them, stroking and caressing them,
finally pressing against my panties.

I felt myself moistening, becoming more aroused as his
fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, finding
my moistness. I moaned softly when his finger moved in
me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again
when his finger found my clitoris.

I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his
trousers and underwear, and I thought now John is going
to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to
him, "Don’t strip me." But he whispered back, "I’ve got
to take these off," meaning my panties.

John was leaning forward trying to hear what we were
whispering. Did he want us to go ahead? Did he want to
see this stranger doing it to me? I could feel his very
hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close
to doing it with this man-being penetrated by him.

I raised my hips to allow him to pull my slip and skirt
up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waist-
band of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took
a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This
scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I
lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off,
and now open to him.

He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing
my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved
between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look
at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light,
now pulling his chair closer to us.

There was no way now that we could stop, and I lifted
and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed
the huge head of his cock against me, moistening the
tip before beginning to push. I felt myself opening to
the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he
pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. At that
moment I came, trying to stifle my groans as I
shuddered.

He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me,
gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully
impaled on this huge cock, giving a hoarse cry. It was
done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering
me-I wish I could see if he was as hard as this
stranger, but I knew he wasn’t this big.

He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me,
finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling
out each time, then thrusting in me, pushing against my
cervix and uterus.

It was so intense, this large and very hard cock slowly
fucking me with my husband watching. I forgot about him
as this stranger began thrusting more powerfully into
me, my body moving with him.

It was do erotic, this scene right out of a hard-core
movie. This stranger was having his way with me, taking
me with my husband watching, doing nothing but
observing this stranger fucking me, seeing him doing it
to me. The way I was turned, with my legs and thighs
lifted, he had to be able to see his cock moving in and
out of me, shiny with my juices.

The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing made it so
exciting, so intense. I was soon shaken with another
orgasm that came so quickly that I cried out, my legs
and arms clutching him as warmth flowed throughout my
body.

He held himself fully into me till my climax subsided,
and slowly began moving again, thrusting steadily,
taking plenty of time, lifting me to another erotic
high. I made no attempt now to be quiet, my gasps and
moans louder and louder, filling the room. He was soon
pushing powerfully into me, and his cock seemed to
swell. I knew he was about to come and I said "don’t
come in me." I wasn’t protected, and I didn’t want to
get pregnant by this little episode.

He didn’t say anything; he was getting close; and I
found myself approaching another climax. Just as the
waves of erotic feeling were building I gripped him
with my legs and said "don’t stop!" As I shuddered and
convulsed his hands gripped my ass pulling me into him.
I felt him impale me fully, groaning, his cock swelling
and spurting against my cervix, filling me with his
semen. I gave a cry as he flooded me, emptying his cock
in me.

It was so intense, this stranger filling my unprotected
uterus with his semen, and my husband watching this man
having his way with me, watching him emptying his cock
in me, seeing his own wife awash with another man’s
sperm.

He finally moved away from me, but I lay there with my
legs spread, emotionally exhausted, feeling his
stickiness on my thighs. He got up and dressed, giving
me a quick kiss, and saying "I’ll leave you two now,"
and smiling as he left, obviously very pleased.

I turned up the lights and looked at my husband. His
penis was out and he was wet where he had ejaculated on
himself, so clearly he had enjoyed watching his wife
getting screwed by another man.

I said, "I never knew that you wanted to watch me
getting taken by a stranger. I thought that at any
moment you were going to intervene, and I let him go
ahead, thinking that soon you would call a halt. I kept
waiting for you, but you let him go on and on, and
finally I realized you weren’t going to make him stop,
and then I was so far along that I was helpless-I was
just so wet and hot that I just spread my legs for
him."

"I didn’t know it would go that far. I thought we could
string him along a little, and then send him out the
door. But then I got caught up in the scene. I got so
excited watching him working on you that I was in a
daze. I never thought I would get so excited watching a
stranger seducing you and having his way with you-I
just can’t believe it. And then when you he got your
panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost
came. And when he penetrated you I couldn’t do anything
but watch-watch him screwing you, and hearing you
moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you,
fucking you so thoroughly- I just came.

"I never would have thought I would come watching my
wife taken like that, and fucked so well, seeing him
come in you. It was even more exciting thinking about
you risking pregnancy letting him come in you. This
never would have happened if we were at home. This
island just got to us."

We went to bed but it was a long time before either of
us went to sleep. We were both re-living that event.

In the morning we were greeted with another with
another beautiful tropic day. After breakfast we went
to the pool. It wasn’t long before Keith showed up
again, and with a friend whom we hadn’t met. He
introduced us to Tom who had come with him on this
vacation. Keith said nothing about the events of last
evening, but I’m sure he told Tom about our interesting
time.

We had a day at the pool, at the ocean, and at the
beach bar. The drinks flowed, with Keith buying most of
them, and late in the day we were feeling more than
relaxed. We accepted their invitation to dinner, and
after dinner the dancing started. I danced with my
husband, and each of the other men. With the after
dinner rum drinks we were feeling more than relaxed.

John soon folded, leaving the other two men to dance
with me. Both of them used the opportunity to pull me
in close, thigh against thigh, hands sliding down below
my waist till it seemed that everyone was watching us.
I was getting aroused but at that point I called a
halt to the dancing.

I was surprised when John invited them both back to our
cottage for a night-cap. We settled in with some drinks
and soft music. I wondered if those two strangers would
try to seduce me, and if so would John stop them. I had
my answer soon, the two of them sitting on each side of
me, and with my husband watching they began caressing
me.

John again dimmed the lights, so it seemed he was
permitting them to continue. How far would he let them
go? Did he want to see them taking me, doing it to me?
I didn’t think he would let the two of them screw me.

I was feeling the effects of the drinks so I was
determined to go with the flow. If he wanted to see
these two having their way with me, then I was going to
enjoy it. Somehow it would be a lot more exciting with
him watching, watching his own wife being serviced by
these studs. It couldn’t get more erotic than that.

They seemed to understand that they had our permission
to proceed, so they began to strip me, beginning with
my dress. Working together they removed my dress, then
my bra, exposing my breasts which they began to caress.
I raised my hips so they could remove my slip, and when
they gripped my panties I hesitated, looking at my
husband. He smiled and nodded, so I lifted my ass again
and they slowly removed my panties.

I lay there naked, with only my thigh high stockings
remaining. As they looked at my naked body, admiring
the view, I was flushed and trembling. They both
stripped, than continued their caresses, stroking my
thighs, spreading my legs, touching the wet lips of my
vulva, stroking me there, my cunt tingling with
arousal.

Keith moved between my open legs, mounting me. I raised
my knees and opened my thighs fully as he moved his
very hard cock against me, pressing firmly, spreading
my lips as he pushed into me. I groaned as he entered
and began filling me, pushing steadily till he was
fully into me, feeling the pressure against my cervix.

He began stroking into me, steadily fucking me,
carrying me to an erotic high. He thrust faster and I
felt him swelling and throbbing as he erupted, his cock
spurting into me, triggering my climax, my arms and
legs gripping him as I cried out, my body shaking.

When he lifted off me, Tom quickly took his place
between my legs. I was so wet and open that he entered
me easily, quickly pressing his full length into me. He
was very excited watching his friend screwing me, and
he was thrusting into me for a very short time before
adding his semen to his friends. I climaxed again when
I felt him spurting into me. They wanted to take me
again, but John didn’t want them to have seconds with
me, and I think that was because he had already come,
watching them having their way with me, watching them
fucking me.

They soon left. I said, "That was pretty erotic."

And John agreed.

"And I don’t think we should do that scene again."

Again John agreed.

However the next day they were hanging around me like
flies on honey, clearly wanting a repeat performance,
even though we said we weren’t interested. But as the
evening wore on and the drinks kicked in, I was once
more fucked by those two as John was looking on,
obviously aroused by watching them between my legs,
having their way with me again.

The next day the two of them left, so we had a chance
to recover from our amorous evenings, but there was
another interesting event. Peter, the black life-guard
at the pool seemed to know about our activities, and he
made great efforts to be charming, likely wanting to
get me in the sack.

He was handsome and muscular but I had no interest in
crossing the color barrier. It appeared that other
white women at the resort were not so discriminating,
and were enjoying liaisons with black men, including
our life-guard. We made it clear that we weren’t
interested-but he was persistent, hanging around,
eyeing me a lot. I was flattered by the attention as he
had a lot of women to choose from, but I didn’t
encourage him.

However, on our last night there, things changed. We
had been drinking more than usual, and after dinner we
continued, enjoying the steel band, and dancing. Peter
showed up, chatting with us and then asking me to
dance. I looked at John and he smiled, giving me
permission, so I accepted.

We had more that one dance, and on the fast dances he
was spinning me around, and I could feel my short
skirts lifting higher and higher, and I’m sure that my
bare thighs were in view above my stocking tops, and
maybe even my panties. Gradually he was holding me
closer, especially on the slow numbers, and I could
feel his body against mine, feel the heat of him, and I
was beginning to be aroused.

Between dances, he joined us at our table, drinking
with us, even buying drinks. I looked at John, a
question in my eyes, but John just smiled, ignoring me.
I wondered if he was going to invite this black man
back to our cottage. I got my answer, as looking at me
and smiling, he invited him for a night-cap.

Peter readily accepted, and I wondered if my husband
wanted to see a black man between my legs. I didn’t
think so, but I wasn’t sure; that would be entering
forbidden territory.

At our cottage John poured drinks, and it was soon
evident that our charming life-guard was interested in
more than a night-cap. He kept eying me, eying my legs
which had fallen open slightly, eying my breasts, and
it was clear he wanted to be between my legs.

I was quite sure that he knew all about our adventure
with those men that left, and perhaps that was why he
was emboldened. He moved beside me, putting his arm
around my shoulders, and told John what a beautiful
women I was. Smiling John agreed.

I thought this has gone far enough-I had never had sex
with a black man before, and I didn’t want to start
now. Also, my pussy had just recovered from the
pounding that I had received from those two studs that
left. And lastly, I was not on any birth control
protection when they fucked me, so I had already taken
a risk. But secretly it had been much more exciting
risking pregnancy with them. However, I didn’t want to
risk having a black baby- that would be a little much,
and difficult to explain.

At this point John did nothing but pour more drinks,
sitting down in his chair again. Looking at his groin I
could see the bulge, so he was aroused again by the
erotic situation. I thought why not indulge his fantasy
a little-this time I was sure he wouldn’t let this go
too far. So I relaxed, allowing him to caress me, even
kissing him when he turned my face towards him.

Peter asked me to stand and I did, looking at my
husband. His hands reached out and unbuttoned my skirt,
pulled the zipper down and slid my skirt to the floor.
He barely hesitated before undoing my blouse and
removing that also. Now I was standing there in my
sheer half-slip and sheer camisole.

I turned towards my husband who looked at me, saying
nothing. As Peter pulled up on my camisole I raised my
arms to let him remove it, exposing my breasts, the
nipples now very firm. He looked at John as he caressed
them, and then he slid my slip to the floor. I was
standing naked now except for my sheer lacy panties and
my garter belt holding up my nylon stockings.

I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I waited
for John to call a halt, but he did nothing. It was
obvious that he was giving permission to continue.
Peter gripped my panties but I held the waist-band as
he tugged them. Did I want him to go any further? I was
close to being naked in this man’s arms, and my husband
was not intervening. I thought alright, if this is what
he wanted to see I was going to continue. Whatever
happened would be on his shoulders.

I let my arms fall to my side, and this stud slid my
panties to the floor, and I stepped away from my
clothes. Peter stripped, revealing a very large and
very thick cock, now almost fully erect-it was huge and
I looked at it with disbelief, thinking I can’t take
that.
Before I could respond he lowered me to the bed and
began to spread my legs. At this point I was so faint
with desire and arousal I was almost helpless, feeling
the wetness in my cunt. He spread me wider and moved
between my legs, mounting me. This was so erotic, this
black stud between my legs that I could do nothing-I
was so far gone that all my earlier resolve was
forgotten.

I was limp as he lifted my thighs and directed the
purple swollen head of his cock against me, pressing
firmly. I gasped, feeling it pushing against my vulva,
pressing the lips open, groaning as I felt him
stretching me. He pushed strongly, and I cried out as
he penetrated me, groaning as I felt the size of him,
gripping my hips as he continued moving into me,
gradually filling me. I felt like a virgin, my vagina
fully stretched as he filled me, impaling me.

My moans filled the room as he began moving in me. He
fucked me with a steady rhythm and my whole being was
centered on this cock that was thrusting in me, raising
me to higher and higher levels of erotic feeling till
my trembling body clutched him, crying out as I was
overcome by a climax that left my body shaking and
quivering. He pulled me fully onto him, and I felt him
swelling and erupting into me, filling me with his
semen.

I knew it was no good to asking him not to come in me,
as he had no intention of pulling out. He stayed in me,
and he barely softened before I felt him moving in me
again. Soon he was fully erect, and at that point he
pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees at
the edge of the bed. I was like a rag doll that he
could move around at will.

He pulled my ass up and pushed his fully erect cock
into me once more, filling me and stroking powerfully.
It was even more erotic, taken in this position by this
black man, who was doing things to my body that aroused
me to a level I had never experienced. I was moaning,
groaning loudly, crying out as I was ravished by this
stud.

It was so primitive that I was overcome with another
orgasm, screaming as I shuddered, convulsing as he
groaned, his cock throbbing, spurting into me again,
filling me with his sperm. It was so erotic being taken
like that, on my hands and knees with my ass in the
air, and my vagina his for the taking. I had welcomed
the flow of semen in me.

He released me and I fell forward on the bed, lying on
my stomach, exhausted. I was aware of him dressing and
leaving with a thank-you to my husband. I finally
moved, using the sheets to wipe away the stickiness of
his come on my thighs-it was still oozing from my
vagina.

"I hope you’re satisfied watching that black stud
having his way with me- he really did it to me. I don’t
think my vagina will be back to normal for some time.
He stretched me so much I felt like I was having a
baby. But I never knew you had a fantasy of watching
strangers fuck me, and especially a black man.

"I can’t believe you let him take me, and did you like
seeing his cock in me when I was on my hands and knees.
You certainly had a perfect view of him fucking me."

"I didn’t know I would be so aroused watching you doing
it with strangers, and once it got started I was
helpless to stop them. And it was even more erotic
thinking that you could become pregnant by one of
them."

"Yes, it made it a lot more exciting feeling them
coming in me, and thinking I could get pregnant. And
knowing you were there, watching them taking me, doing
it to me, sitting right there while they were fucking
me was so erotic. Well, it’s not going to happen again.
And I don’t know what’s going to happen now with my
cunt and uterus filled with their semen night after
night, but we’ll find out. This was quite a wedding
anniversary, and I didn’t have any idea we would
celebrate it the way we did."

We slept little that night, and we packed early in the
morning, catching the flight for home that afternoon.
We spoke little on the plane, and I know we were both
re-living the events on that island. I flushed when I
thought about it, and I felt myself moistening again as
I remembered how it felt when I was taken and used by
those men, and with my aroused husband’s consent.

END

Duel confession, I'm amused and impressed. My sister in law was having an issue with some neighbor boy(s) peeking in her window. She lives in a rural area so the only real light source is her front and back doors. She has a deck that wraps around the corner of her house and just inside that sliding door is one of those soft side hot tubs. Get the picture?
My wife asked me to help her sister out and install a motion light. I set the sensitivity so anyone close to the deck would activate the light. I warned my sister in law that deer could also trigger the light so not to be alarmed. Sure enough she caught deer coming in to graze on her shrubs and bushes. She told us the light came on a few times when she was in her hot tub, so I wasn't sure if the boys got chased off or it was deer either way she felt better.
Got the idea one day to turn the switch to the light off and see what was attracting the young guys. Parked down the road on a 2 track and walked to her house. I discovered I could stand by the corner of the house and peek around the corner and see the kitchen. Saw the sister in law walking around in a t-shirt with a glass of wine. As she walked into the room with the hot tub I walked over near the sliding door and saw her set the wine down and pull the t shirt off and get in the tub. Have to admit I was impressed and surprised at her body. She's tall and thin like my wife but her breasts are much bigger and her pussy is shaved. Over this past summer I tried to go over there once a week for a show and she didnt disappoint. Most of the time she's on her phone. Caught her taking selfies and even masturbating. I'm positive she has no idea I'm there. I always go back the next day and flip the switch back on.I have to admit I've jerked off watching her.

Yesterday or last night I responded to a confession post from someone who said he was abandoned by his mother and molested as a kid and he had all these regrets, etc. Now I can't find it. I noticed it because it seemed like a real confession, unlike 99.9% of the crap we normally read. I was intrigued by it and now it seems to be gone. Has anyone seen it? I know the mods are trigger happy on deleting stuff for no reason, but there's no way in hell that thread violated any rules.

I confess I got really horny yesterday and fucked manhole.

For years I've been fantasizing about meeting up with a trans/cd. Spent countless days on clist/doubllist, but never actually went through with it.

I'm on vacation now and have been browsing, with the actual intent of following through. Something about being away from home makes me less nervous about it for some reason. After a day of edging and looking/posting ads, I didn't get anywhere with any promising trannies or cds. I was extremely horny though, and suddenly the males responding to my ads started to seem more appealing.

I talked to a guy who was also on vacation and wanted to do something discreet and anon. Said he would be waiting in his hotel room, ass up. Said he had condoms and poppers if I wanted to use them. All I had to do was show up, fuck him, and could leave without seeing his face. He was older (52, I'm 29) and beefy, but something about it all really made me horny. I told him I would come and he said to email when I was close and he'd crack the door and be waiting for me.

His hotel was relatively close, so I walked about 20 min there and emailed him when I was outside. My heart was pounding the entire time. He gave me the room number and told me to come up. I nervously walked in the lobby hoping no-one would see me. Thankfully the covid masks provided a little more anonymity. An older couple came up behind me while I was waiting for the elevator and came on when I did. I never worked so hard to avoid the eyes of other people. Never felt so nervous in my life. I could feel my cock shrinking from the nerves and I wasn't sure if I would be able to actually do this.

I got off on the floor and got to his door. Stepped in and closed it behind me and saw this bear of a man waiting ass up on his bed. The room smelled of lube. I quietly walked over and felt up his hairy ass and dipped a finger in his wet hole. I took my shorts off and started jerking my cock up. Grabbed on of the condoms next to him and slid it on. I entered his bubbly hairy ass slowly and his hole slowly relaxed and felt incredibly velvety. More so than any pussy I've fucked. He sniffed his poppers and put them near me. He started moaning and bouncing off my did and it felt amazing. I tried sniffing poppers for the first time but don't think I got a good sniff. His hairy booty bouncing off of me felt so hot though.

I tried the poppers a second time and took a longer sniff this time. I felt the rush seconds later and started grunting from the pleasure. I had to pull out because I didnt want to cum. I could feel my dick trembling to my heart beat and could feel my balls swollen with cum. I was intoxicated with horniness. He whispered, asking if I came, and I said not yet. He told me to take the condom off and breed him. In the heat of the moment I agreed. He took another sniff of poppers. I took off all my clothes except my shoes and flipped him over. I want to cum in him missionary. He laid there blindfolded. His smallish cock popping out of his hairy pubes. I took another long sniff of the poppers, held it in, and mounted his chubby bear body.

I exhaled as I entered him raw and felt the rush. I started moaning and fucking him hard. His velvety manhole pulsing on my cock put me in a state of lust I've never felt. He whispered, "knock me up full of your cum. breed me." I held him tight and he held me.

I came intensely and what felt for like 20 thrusts. It was loud and wet. Unlike any orgasm I've ever had before.

Almost immediately after cumming I started to feel regret and gross as I lay weak on this man's body, and slowly pulled my cummed up dick out of his ass. I quickly got off him, got dressed, and got the fuck out of there feeling disgusting the entire walk home until I showered.

It's now the next day and I can't help feeling horny remembering my wet balls slap against his lubed up ass. I'm planning to fuck as much man ass as I can for the rest of my vacation. Knowing the post-cum disgust I felt, I'm not sure I'll actually pull the trigger again, but will keep you all posted.

I confess I hate my life I hate who I am I hate being alone all day every day I hate the world and the way most people in the world are and how they are to others and I hate what I am. which is a worthless friendless hopeless futureless nobody that has never been anything and will never amount to a pile of dogshit. I could kill myself and the only reason why anyone would ever find my body would be because either 1)my dog died from lack of food and a neighbor called because of the smell. or 2)(most likely) days after I died my dog would manage to get free from his colar and at some point days later a neighbor would come knock on the door to find out why my dog has been running free for so many days and notice the smell of my week(s) old dead body. But I keep on day after day after day waking up again and again and again. Just to make it even more fucked up im really bothered by the thought that I would leave a major mess behind for someone if I just pulled a trigger. what the fuck does it matter I wouldnot have to clean it up but yet it bothers me.....is a bolt of lighting to the head or a drunk driver head on imposible to run into....

If your posting shit you know will anger people or trigger someone or just talking shit. have some balls and use your screen name and stop hiding by positing under "ANONYMOUS" thank you have a nice day

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

Base requirements are as follows:

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

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

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

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

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

The principles:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus principle:

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

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the funny thing about motherless and other anon chan porn img boards is that we're a bunch of weird, fucked up, semi-bigoted and intelligent people--most of whom participate in society in a pretty wide range of functions, including doctors, teachers, lawyers, police officers, former military, to name a few--and here we are all talking about some seriously taboo shit that's so totally strange that people would never have talked about it before the internet without getting like, burned at a stake. it's amazing to me that organizations like naambla even existed before the internet, although i guess with how overtly political sex became in the 1970s, it makes sense.

foucauldian analysis theorizes again and again that all of our relations enforce a patriarchal sexual order that enslaves all of us to a societal panopticon, the watchful entity that keeps you from running red lights when you're at an empty intersection in the dead of night, or from trying to steal even when you could get away with it--and that this matrix of power manipulates the energy of our sexuality towards its own goals.

it's important to understand that foucault isn't proposing a conspiracy, but rather a natural progression of cooperative and conglomerated interests geared, on one end, towards finding out what satisfies us, and on the other end, to use that information to encourage participation in the construction of a society with an overarching goal: in early western civilization's case, which is now the case all over the world, that goal is production, a blind word that on its flip side means profit. whether this is good or bad is besides the point. the concept of profit, like pretty much every concept that comprises the grand concept of human existence, can be used for good or evil purposes.

the point of talking about this matrix of power over our sexuality is that it distorts our sexuality: sex, at its psychological bottom line, is meant to be an exercise in power--thus "the chase," S&M, the "stud," etc--but offset power balances in early and influential relationships also trigger psychological attachments to certain types of power play--take, for instance, the classic serial killer archetype, who often comes from an abusive family or home situation (ie. dahmer and his father, gacey and his father, fish and an orphanage).

so here we are, obviously all fucked up with our strange fetishes that we can't talk about--yet anonymity provides us with the ability to communicate and acknowledge a connection in the formations that have been molded in our psychosexual landcapes. i think what we do here, sharing our stupid stories and talking about who we'd like to take, is a small but important step towards destabilizing a system that feeds on our secret desires and fears.

its the first moment in history (by moment i mean in terms of all history, so like this decade) that we can be so open in our deepest, sickest thoughts-- and i think having such an outlet affects how we act towards other people in real life, too. i know it does for me, i just feel more open about sex and stuff. at least with people i'm close to, anyway.

i think this is all tied in with violence on television and in video games as well--something inside of us wants to see destruction and its not only healthy to express it, its possibly important, because it borders on truths that people aren't conscious enough to have realized yet. underground rock and rap music have been influencing people towards honesty with raw or "shocking" emotions for decades now, and some could argue that the whole history of good art is just a progression of shocks to our consciousness. these ideas and subcultures have undoubtedly influenced the mainstream--but in terms of exploring the reality of our basest instincts, people need to be talking about violent sexuality. it's key to realizing the relationship between power and sexuality that has enslaved men and women to a system of their own creation for centuries.

wow who read all of that? LOL thanks for sticking through it.

I checked my wife’s internet history and I saw that she watches gay porn. This is interesting because a few times over the years she has accused me of being gay at the time I thought it was very irrational or it was just her trying to push my buttons to trigger me, now with the gay porn thing I think there’s something else to it.

Do you think there’s anything to read into that?

Without thinking, I told him I had to see if it remained something in his rear. In fact I just wanted to start over. I put some cream back and entered again. His sigh made me realize how I really wanted to, I went pretty deeply right away.. I was carried away by what was happening and I started to probe him, this time looking at his face.

I told him there was more, but deeper. As I had made room and I was limited by the length of my finger, I came out and joined my middle finger. I went slowly but I saw his mouth open as he looked at me while I proceeded. I could not refrain from raising my eyebrows.. "Oops, it's suddenly bigger, is it?" I told him he had a funny look and asked if I hurted him. He said no, but that "it took too much space".

I liked his answer, I was not trying to hurt but I wanted him to feel my fingers well. He was very flexible and I felt much better introduced. I really could go further and I started to make wide circles. I could hear him breathing at times. I asked what was going on knowing it was because of the doubled width and the extra length.

Massaging him with two fingers seemed to further strengthen his erection. He was red just like a tomato and I think I was too. It made me sick and I began to search more firmly. My movements stimulated his expulsion reflex and he couldn't stop pushing. While he was in full effort, I suddenly saw a sticky thread dangling from his penis. It made me frantic and I accentuated my movements telling him that his stick was squarely "drooling".

I wanted to embarrass him even more with remarks. "Are you possibly messy at that point?" I continued my rotations making short sentences because I was breathless and it was noticeable. "I didn't know a boy could be so dirty, how can you behave like that?" He didn't answer. "Hmm? Tell me.." I insisted knowing how uncomfortable he felt. "Is it because you have something into your bottom that you're so stiff?"

He continued to push without being able to speak. I wanted to force him to answer. "So what is it? Is it mommy's fingers that cause this to you? Is it when she turns, like that?" In the midst of the effort he succeeded in articulating a "Yhess" that made me laugh. But I liked to hear that, with that very low voice, pushing on my fingers and the red on cheeks.

I asked him if he was not ashamed. His stiffness and his string of secretions incited me to almost mistreat him. While I was "working" on him I suddenly saw a brown liquid leaking at the hollow of my palm. By dint of pushing, he was producing premature faeces. I ended hand full of poo and my panties soaked. It was the trigger of everything that was to follow.

I don't ask for morals, I know I'm disgraceful and in describing this I don't expect compassion, advice nor do I encourage my example. I just need to share it, maybe just not to be alone with this secret?

That night was sleepless, I fondled myself without being able to think of anything else. I dressed in shaking and I went like a robot straight to his room. I woke him up and he asked me if it was already the morning. I said no, that it was in fact the night, but that I had something important to say to him.

I remembered him his erection and I immediately saw his embarrassment. I said it was a problem, maybe even a serious one, and I told him about the prostate. He was not of age to understand but to explain something real gave me a kind of good conscience. I told him that boys have a special gland into their rear and that we would have to check it because his erection might come from there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idk what triggered me but I just beat to this pic of my daughter and I don't see her like that but something about this pic

when i attended george washington u. i started stealing bras from the dorm laundry to figure them out cuz i was an idiot and thought being with girls i'd have to know how to get them off. i ended up in my dorm bathroom jerkoff off with the bra wrapped around my cock. it was exciting so i did it again. soon realizing panties would be softer, i made the switch and became addicted to panties. it didn;t take long to start wearing them. i had a 28 inch waist and no body fat and look amazing... like a girl... in panties. i'd jerk off looking at myself in the mirror. gwu dorms are apartment style, private bathroom in each shared room.

one day i was in the main building, the marvin center. i was a straight guy. always. i was in a mens room to piss. it was a weird atmosphere and i didnt get it at first. lotta guys in the all urinals taken. no one seemed to be peeing and i could see guys glancing over. i got mad as hell, turned and there were a couple guys who had their heads above stall doors to look to the urinals. they ducked as i turned fast but i saw them.

in the outer mens room sink area i was talking to myself about "faggots" etc and 1guy tall and foreign had followed me out and was grinning at me. i yelled at the guy using every known slur, hurried to my dorm and ended up telling my roommates about it.

days later? i stole more panties, jerked off and kept them, and that triggered thoughts of the mens room. the anger somehow got crossed up and became curiosity, excitement, whatever. i went back, wearing pink victoria's secret second skin satin panties under my sweatpants. i took an end stall in a mens room and was soon seemingly the center of attention. made sense. i was 19? 20? slim and looked like a high school kid. guys were looking in where the space is on each side of the stall door.

i kept mt gaze down. i could see their feet at the door. there were literally 2 guys at each crack. they'd jiggle the door but i was NOT gonna open it. no fucking way. i jerked off like that. i was there day after day cumming with my pink panties pulled to the side and men looking thru the cracks at the door jiggling the door hoping i'd open it.

eventually i'd lean back so they could see my face and i could kinda see them a bit. and then one day i opened the door and had a crowd of guys pretty much, jerking off as i stroked my panty boy cock. any time a guy went to step forward i motioned emphatically to stop them. i never ever spoke at all in there. guys would watch me and jerk off and cum and the next guy would step to the threshold.

early into all of this i of course started to get off specifically because guys were excited to watch me,. they wanted me and i was making them cum. that made me crazy and i always wanted to stay and not cum until several guys dumped their cum because of me. i got off on them getting off. and so finally at some point after months of this i let a guy into the stall. the first 2 guys i ever sucked were very similar and i'm not sure which came first. 1 of the 2 had red very short almost military hair, was as thin as me, and as i would soon understand after sucking more cock - his dick was one of those seemingly hard as metal. not thick, a bit thin, good for a rookie cock sucker.

i stayed on that toilet. he got closer, i was kinda letting him closer then stopping him for a few minutes. i hadn;t intended on sucking him. i just meant to let him come closer. was tired of policing my doorway constantly. he was patiently forceful, finally straddling the bowl and getting right in my face and of course by that point i was expecting 50 50 to have his cock in my mouth.

ok, now i ended up sucking cock there so many times... but this 1st cock easily drew the biggest crowd ever, which was definitely somewhat of a coincidence. there were multiple guys behind him watching. and there were 2 guys in the next stall loo0king over, a very rare thing even though i've mentioned it twice here. and there was a guy looking UP from the space below the stall wall. including the guy about to fuck my mouth, there might have been 10 guys. at least 8, likely more.

Heather

Heather got a ride home from her friend's mom after the
football game. The junior varsity cheerleader said goodbye to
her friend and walked down the driveway toward the back door of
her house.
She was a vibrant, budding young lady, innocent but curious
about boys. Standing about 5'5", the high school sophomore had
long brunette hair that she was wearing in two pigtails, with
bangs swept down over her forehead. Her eyes were brown, and she
had a sweet smile.
Her 34-24-30 "B"-cup measurements made her a prized commodity
among the boys at school, but she had remained pure to this point
and hung out with a friend who had similar standards.
Heather was wearing her cool-weather cheerleading uniform
that evening, which consisted of a kelly green shell top with the
word "Lions" in white script. The shell had two thin white
stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, and it was
fitted over a tight, thin white turtleneck top with an elastic
band at the midriff.
Her skirt was also kelly green, with sixteen inverted white
pleats. On her lovely, shapely legs she wore a pair of matching
kelly green kneesocks with three thin white rings around the top.
White cheerleading shoes completed the attractive outfit.
Heather walked into the house and found her mom sitting in
the living room, reading a magazine.
"Hi, mom," Heather greeted her.
"Hey, Heather, how was the game?" her mom asked.
"We won, 24-14," she responded, sitting on the nearby
loveseat.
"Good," her mom nodded. "Oh, and Greg is supposed to stop by
in just a few minutes."
Heather smiled at her mom. Greg was the man her mom had been
dating for quite a while. He was a single, wealthy doctor from
across town, handsome in Heather's eyes and almost forty.
Heather had felt it was simply a matter of time before he asked
her mom to marry him.
"You do like Greg, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Uh huh," Heather answered. "He's nice."
"Do you think he's cute?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You know," said her mom, "he keeps telling me how cute he
thinks you are."
"Really?" Heather was rather surprised.
"Yes, he thinks you would be the perfect stepdaughter."
"Wow," said Heather. "It sounds like he wants to marry you."
"Yes, I think so, too," said her smiling mom.
"In fact," added her mom, "I was thinking about what would
help him propose to me sooner. You know - seal the deal."
Heather grinned.
"Well," her mom said, "since he thinks you're cute, maybe you
could tease him a little. You know - show off your body for
him."
"What?" asked Heather, quite surprised to be hearing this
from her mom, even though she knew her mom was quite liberal in
her attitude toward sex.
"Like looking sexy for him when he stops by. He'd like that.
And if a man is horny, he'll do almost anything. Like asking me
to marry him."
"How should I look sexy?" Heather asked, somewhat
embarrassed.
"Well, when he comes over, maybe you could sit a bit
carelessly and show him your cheerleading panties," her mom
plotted. "Maybe even rub against him a little, too."
Heather thought about it.
"It just seems so weird," Heather blurted. "You know,
putting the moves on my mom's boyfriend."
Her mom smiled and nodded.
"Heather, I can share a man, especially when he's very
wealthy."
"Well, if you think it would help, then okay," Heather
consented, just a bit uneasy about the idea.
Heather changed the conversation, but within minutes, both
she and her mom heard the slam of a car door.
"Greg's here," her mom said, as she looked out the front
window and walked to the door.
As Greg walked in and sat on the sofa next to Heather's mom,
he spotted Heather on the love seat.
"Hi, Heather," Gary said. His tie was loosened around his
neck, having come straight from his office.
"Hi," Heather responded coyly.
"You must have had a game today, huh?" he asked.
Heather simply nodded. She raised one of her kneesocked legs
and put her foot on the edge of the loveseat, as she scooted her
little cheerleading skirt higher on her thighs. She was sure
Gary could see her tight white cheerleading panties from where he
was sitting.
She noticed his eyes as he looked back at her a few seconds
later, and sure enough, they were riveted on the soft fabric
covering her teenaged pussy.
Heather smiled at him. Even though he was talking to her
mom, he was enamored by the young lady teasing him. Heather's
mom was also quick to notice his attention to her daughter.
"You like Heather, don't you?" her mom asked.
"Why, yes," he answered, trying to act professionally.
"It's okay, Gary, you can relax," her mom told him. "As a
matter of fact, I'll bet you'd even like to fuck her too, huh?"
Gary just looked at her mom, knowing what he wanted to say,
but didn't dare.
"It's okay, Gary," her mom said. "I'd wonder what was wrong
with you if you didn't."
"Well, I guess," he stammered uneasily.
"Go ahead," her mom cajoled. "Say it."
Gary gulped as he stared at the cheerleader before him.
"I'd like to fuck your daughter," he admitted.
Heather's mom looked at her daughter.
"Heather, would you like Gary to fuck you?" her mom asked.
Heather could only nod.
"And you're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Again, Heather simply nodded, somewhat embarrassed.
"Go sit next to her, Gary, and show Heather what it's like to
be a woman," her mom instructed.
Gary stood up and walked over toward Heather. His hard-on
jutted outward through his dress slacks, and both women
immediately noticed his erection for Heather.
He sat next to the high school cheerleader and put one arm
around her, while the other pulled her raised leg even further to
the side, fully exposing her white briefs.
Gary stroked her kelly green kneesock with the three white
stripes playfully, then rubbed down the length of Heather's
thigh.
"That's it," said her mom. "You can rub her pussy through
her panties, too."
Heather watched as his fingertips slid from her thigh to the
thin fabric over her mound and began caressing her soft pussy.
Heather purred softly as his fingers worked their magic on her.
They kissed softly at first, then more passionately as their
tongues intertwined.
Heather could feel his fingertips reach under the elastic
legband of her white cheerleading briefs, finding the hood of her
soft clitoris. He stroked it softly, varying the direction of
his rubbing pattern.
"Oh, Gary," Heather moaned, between kisses.
In the meantime, Heather's mom smiled. She knew there was no
way Gary could resist Heather's virginal charms.
"I think we should go up to Heather's room, don't you?" her
mom asked. "You'd be much more comfortable on the bed."
Heather smiled at Gary and slowly stood up, then took Gary's
hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom, with her mom in
the lead.
Heather's mom pulled off the bedspread from her daughter's
bed, and then sat in Heather's chair at her school desk, just a
few feet away.
The two forbidden lovers stood next to the bed. As they
kissed again, Gary reached up under Heather's little green
cheerleading skirt.
The sixteen soft white pleats fanned out as he grasped her
cheerleading briefs and the panties beneath by the waistband and
tugged them down until they fell to Heather's ankles. She
stepped out of them, and he pushed the teenager down onto her
bed.
Surrounded by her stuffed animals, Heather watched as Gary's
head disappeared beneath the pleats of her little skirt. She
raised her knees and spread her legs apart as her mom's boyfriend
spread her pink pussy lips with his fingers and nestled his mouth
into her soft mound of pubic hair. His tongue lapped at her
clit.
Heather moaned as the friction of his taste buds glided over
her sensitive love trigger.
"Do you like it when he licks your pussy like that?" asked
her mom.
"Uh huh," Heather gasped.
"Then tell him."
"Oh, Gary," groaned Heather. "Keep licking my pussy."
Gary was only too happy to comply. After a few minutes of
tongue swirls and strokes, he slowly slid a finger between
Heather's pussy lips and gently pushed it inside.
"Oh, God!" gasped Heather. "That feels so good!"
Gary could feel the membrane of Heather's cherry with his
fingertip, and he carefully pushed it through. Heather grunted
as she felt him penetrate her, but the discomfort was minimal,
and soon he was pushing the full length of his finger in and out
of her love nest while licking and sucking her clit.
Suddenly, Heather's legs began trembling uncontrollably. Her
breathing intensified and she felt her body react like it never
had before.
"Oh, God!" Heather gasped. "What's happening to me?"
"Relax, dear," her mom assured. "He's giving you an orgasm.
Feels good, huh?"
Heather just smiled as a warm sensation rushed through her.
She sighed softly as Gary pulled his head back out from under her
skirt.
In the meantime, Gary's half-erect penis had grown soft.
Heather's mom was the first to notice.
"But first, Heather, before he fucks you, his cock has to get
hard. You can do that in one of two ways - you can either
massage it by stroking it with your hand, or you can give him a
blowjob. And every guy I've ever known prefers a blowjob to a
handjob."
"A blowjob, huh?" asked Heather.
"Yeah, you just put your lips around it and suck on it while
you push it back and forth in your mouth. It's just like your
mouth is acting like your pussy, except that you can use your
hand, too, while you do it."
"How do I know when to stop?" Heather inquired.
"Well, let him tell you. You want him to get nice and hard,
but if you go too long, he'll get too excited and cum in your
mouth instead."
"Cum?" Heather asked. "You mean when he shoots that gooey
white cream out of his cock?"
"Yes, dear."
Heather smiled at Gary.
"Would you like me to give you my first blowjob?" Heather
asked.
"Why, I'd be honored," he smiled.
Gary lied on the bed while Heather rolled over and positioned
herself between his legs, just as he had done to her.
Heather lifted his cock with her hand and put her lips around
it, then started her first blowjob, as her mom coached her from
the nearby chair. It took less than a minute for his cock to
harden in her sweet mouth, as her brunette pigtails bounced while
she fucked him orally. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she sucked
him stiff.
"Here's a tip, Heather," her mom suggested. "Wiggle the tip
of your tongue against the underside of his cock's head. It's
the most sensitive spot, and it drives most guys wild."
Heather pulled it out for a moment.
"Like this?" she asked, looking at Gary.
She put the head back into her mouth and flicked her tongue
all around the underside of the tip, while she stroked the length
of his prick with her hand.
"Oh, God, Heather, yeah..." Gary moaned.
"Okay, Heather, you'd better stop before you make me cum,"
Gary told her. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? First, I'll do it
doggy-style."
Heather laughed.
"Doggy-style?" she asked.
"Yes, just get on your hands and knees, and I'll fuck you
from behind."
Heather obeyed as he crawled in from behind her. She spread
her kneesocked legs about shoulder-width and looked back over her
shoulder as he pushed her green cheerleading skirt up high on her
tight little ass.
Gary nestled the tip of his cock against her moist pussy lips
and slowly pushed it in. The young cheerleader was able to only
take a few inches at first, but he slowly worked on her until he
was driving a full six inches into the girl.
"Your pussy is so tight, Heather," he noted. "I like that."
Heather smiled back at him, proud of herself. She looked
over at her mom, who nodded her approval as she watched her
boyfriend and intended husband fuck her teenaged cheerleader
daughter.
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" her mom asked.
"Just fine, mom."
"So how does it feel to have a guy's cock in your pussy?"
Heather just grinned.
"Really good," she simply answered, as her pigtails swayed
forward and back while Gary fucked her in her little uniform.
"Just remember, Gary," her mom said. "I don't want you
shooting off in my daughter's pussy. She isn't on birth control
yet."
"I won't," Gary promised. "Can I do it on Heather's face,
instead?"
"That's up to her," said her mom. "Heather, do you mind if
he squirts it on your face?"
Heather giggled.
"No, that's okay, I guess."
Heather loved the feeling of his cock filling her little
snatch. After several more minutes of thrusting, though, he
pulled out of her.
"Okay, Heather," he said. "Now I'm gonna do you in the
missionary position and finish off on your face, okay?"
Heather nodded.
"Just lie on your back and spread your legs wide for me," he
told her.
Heather rolled over and assumed the position. Gary lifted
her knees and kissed his way up one of her kelly green kneesocks,
then down her thigh to her pussy. Heather smiled as he pushed
her little green skirt up on her belly, fanning out the white
pleats.
As he lowered himself onto her, Heather felt his cock find
its mark, nestling between her virginal pink pussy lips. She
looked over at her smiling mom, then up at Gary.
"I'm gonna put it in, now," he told Heather.
Heather nodded, and he slowly popped the head into the
cheerleader's moist cunt. He paused briefly, then drove it in a
solid five inches, backed it out again, and then back in. With
each thrust, Gary put just a bit more into the young girl until
she was able to receive all seven inches.
As he supported himself with his strong arms, Heather looked
down and watched his fleshy spear drill into her wetness. She
had looked forward to this moment for a while, but never thought
she'd be fucking her mom's boyfriend, let alone doing it in front
of her.
"God, Heather, you're so fucking tight," he groaned.
"Is that okay?" asked the cheerleader.
"It's perfect," he told her.
The two lovers shook the bedposts as Gary drilled the girl.
Heather looked so good, decked out in her sweet uniform, as he
deflowered her. Fully dressed in her uniform without her
panties, the white pleats of her little green skirt rumpled up on
her tummy, her green kneesocks cocked wide apart with her spread
legs.
Heather could feel and hear his balls slapping her ass, as
well as the sounds of wetness from her sopping cunt. She
wondered what it would be like when he had his own orgasm.
"Aw, baby!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum!"
Gary quickly pulled out and shimmied up to Heather's face.
With her pigtails spread out on the bed sheet, she smiled as she
watched him jerk his cock above her face.
"Shit!" he muttered, as he came. Spurt after spurt of frothy
white jizz geysered onto Heather's pretty face, as she closed her
eyes to keep the gooey substance out of them. Still, with her
eyes closed, she could feel his warm essence decorating her face
until it was pretty well coated. The cheerleader giggled as he
bathed her with his semen.
When she couldn't feel any more raining down on her, Heather
opened her eyes again and looked over at her mom.
"Heather, your face is a mess!" her mom teased. "How did you
like that?"
"I liked it," Heather answered.
"Open your mouth and let him feed a little of it to you. See
how it tastes," her mom suggested.
Heather opened her mouth, as Gary scooped some of the jizz
from around her lips onto the head of his cock and put in onto
her tongue, in addition to squeezing out another sticky strand of
his fluid.
It tasted quite strange to her. Not bad, but kind of a
starchy taste. She swallowed it down.
"How does it taste?" her mom inquired.
"Not bad," Heather told her. "Just different, that's all."
Gary smiled.
"Then maybe I can squirt the whole load into your mouth next
time," he said.
Heather's mom looked at him.
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" she asked.
"Because I'm gonna marry you," he said matter-of-factly.
Heather's mom grinned from ear to ear.
"Of course, you will let me fuck Heather from time to time,
won't you?" he pleaded.
"Yes, dear," her mom said. "But only if Heather wants you
to. And I'd have to get her on birth control, too."
Gary looked down at Heather, who just smiled with her face
frosted in the doctor's jizz.
"What do you think?" he asked the young cheerleader.
"I'd like that," Heather responded, with a big smile. "You
can even squirt your stuff in my mouth next time, if you'd like."

Finally went to a bathhouse.

I always wanted to try one, in my 20’s, twink build, pretty tiny, shave everything (see pic), I figured I’d get a lot of attention. I definitely was the youngest one there for sure. I just wanted to get fucked a few times while people watch. I wasn’t about to be shy lol. 

Anyways, I get there, not really nervous cuz I’m used to being naked around other guys in the locker room at the gym I go to. I get in the shower first and I’m already rock hard, and it felt good to not have to hide it or make it go away like if I’m in my gym shower. 

I didn’t really know what to do, was just waiting for someone to come up to me. It was pretty dark with a ton of blue lighting, was almost hard to see while walking around. A few guys were chilling in the hot tub area which was better lit. I didn’t want to get in the hot tub because I wanted people to check out my cock and body so I laid back in a beach chair. I was so hard. 

An older guy, had to be in his 60’s walks over and starts to touch my cock, and I pulled away and told him not to touch because I’ll probably cum lol. I asked if he wanted to go to a room and we went and he fucked me, yes with a condom. He was sort of small and he came pretty fast all over my stomach. 

I didn’t want to cum yet, so I got up grabbed my stuff and went back to shower the cum off, but decided I’d walk around covered in cum for a little bit, it felt so hott, my cock was throbbing.  

There’s an area with glory holes and a couple rooms that are well lit so people can see what’s going on inside. I’m just chilling, watching these two guys suck a cock through the glory hole, still rock hard and covered in cum lol, and this older black guy walks in, probably 60 or so, nice cock, absolutely love bbc. I tell him I’d love to play with that. He asks if I’m here to suck some cock, and I asked him if he would fuck me in one of the well lit rooms in there. 

I walk in first and laid down on the bed/table thing, and spread my legs. I told him not to touch my cock because I didn’t want to cum, I was literally on a hair trigger. I sucked his cock and when he started to fuck me from behind I noticed there were a few guys watching outside stroking their cocks to me getting fucked on the bed. 

He was wearing a condom but I begged him to cum in my mouth, I didn’t care, I wanted to taste it so bad. So he pulled out and walked over to the side of the bed and came in my mouth while everyone watched. It was perfect. I swallowed all of it. I never needed to cum so bad, I had to, jerked myself off and it took 5 seconds while I was sucking the rest of the cum out of his cock. 

Hope I see him there again, had a blast, loved the attention. 

hey motherless, i have a bit of a problem i need help with. you see i have a wonderful fiance, smart and sexy bbw of my dreams. just, she REALLY has a hair trigger, seriously, we could be fooling around getting a little hot and heavy kissing, light nipple nibbling, ect and it doesnt take long at all for her to cum, i know shouldnt be a big problem but always afterwards she tells me she doent want t go anymore that shes kinda sore after the one. again may not seem like a issue, but here i am erect and ready to go and i havent even put it in yet and shes done for the night. a little disappointing but i still love her to death. any helpful advice on how to maybe extend her lasting time?

Here is my favorite penetration video with a kid and his dad. Makes me wish this happened more often. Dude must have a hair trigger, that thing went off in his kids hands like nobodies business! So glad this got posted and I could find it!!!

Dad gets fucked by his kid (click here)

Not what you expected is it? LOL

Please disable the new hidden pop-up that now encompasses most of the empty space the visitor sees at any given ML page.

The concept of a hidden pop-up that gets triggered by clicking a non-clickable part of a webpage is one which, I at least, find rather objectionable. And on ML, especially insidious, since with all the Flash and glitz, the webcode often forgets what one was doing one second prior... Clicking on what ought to be an innocuous part of the webpage (nothing/anything non-clickable) helps with this, as it re-sets and recenters and reorients things. All that, now made much more difficult.

In fairness, there are still non-clickable areas one might still.., click on without a hidden pop-up being triggered, but there have now been reduced to a mere 1/100th of their former size. Naturally, I am going to add to my ad block, but I still think that this is a...not respectful to anonymous visitors.

Simple. If I am clicking on something on ML that isn't highlighted, a hidden popup ought not be initiated. It never did before, in all its years (to the best of my recollection).

All that having been said, it was probably said (or written, rather) for naught, as I am not so sure how Random will censor, suppress, repress (or oppress, even) this valid criticism (most likely, he will simply delete it, or at the very least, ban me), but I am relatively certain it will be one of those ways. rather than a free exchange of ideas. (In which people may... disagree with one another, even on the direction of this website. Imagine.)

An Idea for true internet anonymity.

Encrypted laser communications between ground nodes and an orbital satellite. The ground nodes being active and the satellite being passive. So return transmissions triggered by a query from the ground node from the satellite are like an ultra-private p2p.

like the trigger

I have post traumatic stress disorder now. The nightmares are getting so much worse. I scream in my sleep. Sometimes the sound of my own voice wakes me up. I sleep with a knife under my pillow and always wake up holding it. Everything triggers flashbacks. Once they start, they repeat for hours. I live my life in a constant state of fear.

I went to log in using a different browser and got a message saying I was banned for illegal activity. This is BEFORE I enter my name and password. Also, I've never even uploaded anything here.
Are there certain browsers that trigger this? I'm posting this comment now, so obviously I'm not really banned.

Anyone?

Thanks,
LB

I confess, there's a lot of fucking Retards on here! "here's my step-daughter, tell me what you would do to her......". Shut the fuck up people! Here's what we would do to your fake downloaded pics of people you wish you knew, we would make them watch as we put a gun up to your head and pulled the trigger! Less retards would make this site that much better! FUCK!!!!!

This is my LIFE�.. I�m retired tonight just now, I�m too old and a care about my family.

Yes I was a cat burglar, what the heck you are saying a cat burglar? lol Well I hit houses and break into them, to steal the good stuff yes I steal the jewelry only, the best and the shinny stuff, no fake stuff for me. I been doing this for the last 16 years and tonight it time to stop and finish my life outside, then get caught and being looked up inside. Talking about getting caught it was a close one, somehow the alarm system triggered a back up response, and a drop know as a tamper, wow its brand new system, and I been installing alarm systems for over 20 years since I was 24. I know how to disarm a security system and bypass the tamper drop. I changed the names what I said to the drop and stuff I�m not going into detail here, bad choice if you don�t know what you are getting into, stay out. The alarm drop means its heading towards the police department right now, and they (dispatcher) can see what alarm company you have and were the drop is like a zone on a building. YOU WILL GET CAUGHT!! LOL if you open box, yes even the box door open will drop a tamper, then the cops will be there in less the 1 min. If you don�t know what I�m talking about well so sorry, DON�T TRY IT!!!!
OK back to this, I remember the Itt wireless and the old Moose systems, very easy stuff. The Itt came out in early 80�s and it was a pretty good system but now you can do your stuff with it.
My life in so cal is great; beaches and football and basketball, and life night. You can see about a nice big house and scout it for a while, know the patterns, Friday night life a lot of people hit the city and you have a house empty for a couple of hours. I can get in and out of a house in 5 mins flat, and the I can bypass most alarms, some I just give up and go to the next one.
Back when I was young working for the company, I met an alarm installer who showed me the ropes about being a cat burglar, he left to go back to his country 10 years ago, yes you can say he left for east Europe, left me with the contacts and I can still sell them the stuff. If I steal some jewels worth 10,000 bucks I can sell it on the black market 12,000 bucks, and an wholesaler about 8000 bucks on the black market. When I sell the jewels its already out of the country in less the 2 days, I have no idea where they go, it�s a family thing l guess.
I have a family and now made a lot of money, I heading out of the country this week, bought a new house in a country by the beach, and now it�s just me and my wife. My kids are now in college and paying them some money, they have no idea where it�s coming from. So breaking into homes every other night or week, I�m so sorry this is my apology to the world. GOOD BYE USA!!!

I have a confession,and i think its causing a problem in my marriage. I've been married for 15 years to the same women who i love dearly. I've tried talking many times with her but she just doesn't get it, its not all about the sex physically, I like the mind fucking,the short skirt no panties, the masturbating whilst im at work etc etc, then teasing me,the telling me what she's been up to, but i always seam to be waiting for it to happen (it never does) unless ive asked her to do something or hinted so badly.(for me that spoils the whole meaning,this is now where the problem lies, i found a old baby monitor in the loft a few months back and ive installed the listening device secretly in our bedroom and i think im addicted to waitingfor her to go to bed (im making excuses saying ill be up soon just going to have a quick game on ps3 or im watching this watching that etc) in hope shell go to bed get herself horny and fuck herself, play with her pussy, watch porn and get herself off (these things we have spoken about)so i can hear her do these things without her knowing i can here her ill sit for a hour or more until i know she's a sleep and that's it, im getting really board of doing this but im addicted, im now at a point where ill turn sex down with my wife, in hope this will trigger her to do something different. but its like flogging a dead donkey.

ITT: Shit that would trigger a seizure.

It will be interesting to have opinions about this..

When Muslim population remains around 1% of any given country they will be regarded as a peace-loving minority and not as a threat to anyone: United States -- Muslim 1.0% Australia -- Muslim 1.5% Canada -- Muslim 1.9% China -- Muslim 1%-2% Italy -- Muslim 1.5% Norway -- Muslim 1.8%

At 2% and 3% they begin to proselytize from other ethnic minorities and disaffected groups with major recruiting from the jails and among street gangs: Denmark -- Muslim 2% Germany -- Muslim 3.7% United Kingdom -- Muslim 2.7% Spain -- Muslim 4% Thailand -- Muslim 4.6%

From 5% on they exercise an inordinate influence in proportion to their percentage of the population.They will push for the introduction of halal (clean by Islamic standards) food, thereby securing food preparation jobs for Muslims. They will increase pressure on supermarket chains to feature it on their shelves -- along with threats for failure to comply. At this point, they will work to get the ruling government to allow them to rule themselves under Sharia, the Islamic Law. France -- Muslim 8% Philippines -- Muslim 5% Sweden -- Muslim 5% Switzerland -- Muslim 4.3% The Netherlands -- Muslim 5.5% Trinidad & Tobago -- Muslim 5.8%

When Muslims reach 10% of the population, they will increase lawlessness as a means of complaint about their conditions (Paris -- car-burnings) . Any non-Muslim action that offends Islam will result in uprisings and threats (Amsterdam - Mohammad cartoons). Guyana -- Muslim 10% India -- Muslim 13.4% Israel -- Muslim 16% Kenya -- Muslim 10% Russia -- Muslim 10-15%

After reaching 20% expect hair-trigger rioting, jihad militia formations, sporadic killings and church and synagogue burning: Ethiopia -- Muslim 32.8%

At 40% you will find widespread massacres, chronic terror attacks and ongoing militia warfare: Bosnia -- Muslim 40% Chad -- Muslim 53.1% Lebanon -- Muslim 59.7%

From 60% you may expect unfettered persecution of non-believers and other religions, sporadic ethnic cleansing (genocide), use of Sharia Law as a weapon and Jizya, the tax placed on infidels: Albania -- Muslim 70% Malaysia -- Muslim 60.4% Qatar -- Muslim 77.5% Sudan -- Muslim 70%

After 80% expect State run ethnic cleansing and genocide: Bangladesh -- Muslim 83% Egypt -- Muslim 90% Gaza -- Muslim 98.7% Iran -- Muslim 98% Iraq -- Muslim 97% Jordan -- Muslim 92% Morocco -- Muslim 98.7% Pakistan -- Muslim 97% Palestine -- Muslim 99% Syria -- Muslim 90% Tajikistan -- Muslim 90% Turkey -- Muslim 99.8% 100% will usher in the peace of "Dar-es-Salaam" -- the Islamic House of Peace -- there's supposed to be peace because everybody is a Muslim: Afghanistan -- Muslim 100% Saudi Arabia -- Muslim 100% Somalia -- Muslim 100% Yemen -- Muslim 99.9%

Multiple orgasm sexual endurance tricks?

Anyone else have any similar experiences to this?

I was recently using my homemade fleshlight alternative masturbation tool, which is a long foam pool noodle with a ~2" wide x 10" deep hole drilled into it on one end and a small cum catcher bag placed into it. I wanted to try something different by not only fucking it with my cock bent all the way down and facing backwards between my legs (as seen in many porno vids), but also to make sure to finish off in this position fully plunged into the hole as I came.

Anyway, when I attempted this, I noticed I got to the point of climax more or less just as easily and normally as I would have using any other typical position, and that part felt the same. But, as I ejaculated I noticed I could feel the cum racing up out of my dick all the way through from the base to top until it was all released.

I'd never felt that sensation before, and the odd thing was... it wasn't pleasurable at all like a normal orgasm would be. I could only feel the fluid passing up and out, almost like taking a really strong fizzy piss, but even less pleasurable than that.

The point I'm getting at is that after I had finished, I didn't lose my erection at all (normally I would have), and I went on to watch another video and continued pumping in a more typical near horizontal position until I came a second time (about 3 minutes later)and this time it felt like a typical pleasurable orgasm (albeit, a bit quicker with less fluid produced.)

I'm wondering if I accidentally happened upon a common multiple orgasm trick with this kind of bent back, restricted flow position ?, or if it's something that's not really well known to most, and would be difficult to replicate? It's almost as though because there was no pleasure caused in the initial ejaculation, it meant that it didn't trigger my body to reduce blood flow to my cock (until I came a second time the usual way)???

To all those who hate "moral fags" for imposing their own morality on your sick urges, remember that those moral fags are the only thing that stops the rest of society from putting a shotgun to your nuts and pulling the trigger. It's not a case of we're all animals so we should fuck whomever we want, it's a case of you abide by the rules set by your fucking culture so you don't get your head kicked in by someone who's bigger, stronger, or more popular than you. If you don't like it, fuck off to the hills and raise hill-billy kids who play the fucking banjo.

You live in society, you enjoy its protection, you so fucking well better live by their rules.

if i rig a string off the doorknob to my bedroom, that attached to the trigger of a gun, would i go to jail if sumone gets shot?
say i am at work, and someone, who is NOONE, is pose to be in my room, gets shot after breaking through my lock, would that be murder?
consider the gun is registered to me and stuff like that.

Does anybody's else fantasies get triggered in their mind by music? Create your own sex scene in your head but with the song you're listening to?
So put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts!

Freedom of speech being raped again.

A new Tennessee law makes it a crime to "transmit or display an image" online that is likely to "frighten, intimidate or cause emotional distress" to someone who sees it. Violations can get you almost a year in jail time or up to $2500 in fines.

If you think that sounds unconstitutional, you're not alone. In a blog post, constitutional scholar Eugene Volokh points out just how broad the legislation is. The law doesn't require that the picture be of the "victim," nor would the government need to prove that you intended the image to be distressing. Volokh points out that a wide variety of images, "pictures of Mohammed, or blasphemous jokes about Jesus Christ, or harsh cartoon insults of some political group," could �cause emotional distress to a similarly situated person of reasonable sensibilities,� triggering liability. He calls the bill "pretty clearly unconstitutional."

http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/news/2011/06/tenn-law-bans-posting-images-that-cause-emotional-distress.ars

I'm looking for a cap from an icanhazchat room. ive been searching for like 4-6 weeks now since it happened and cant find it so im turning to my most trusted source - motherless nation.

it happened sometime late june i think. two chicks, one blonde and horny, the other a little bigger and shy. the blonde kept flashing tits and the bigger wanted to but never pulled the trigger. they were sitting outside. eventually the blonde went to swim in the pool and skinny dipping was mention but then i lost connection and the mods running the room had put a password on it so i couldnt get back in...

by the time i got back they were gone...

HELP ME!!

I confess I don't want to exist. I say exist bc even if there is a so called afterlife, hell is to unjust and heaven seems overrated and boring. I could go into length over the details but it wouldn't matter, and idc about the people who post and think that I should commit suicide bc I don't take them seriously. I guess my real issue is that I have no passion to slice my wrist or pull the trigger or whatever of the many ways to do it nor do I have any desire to live.

I have seen what this life has to offer, religion that's blinded by the light/faith, sex for, not with, children in hopes they might carry on this DNA for "human progression" even though nothings changed in the past 10,000 years; pedophiles, drugs, work, torture, temporary moments of happiness followed by either heartbreak or lost of family/friends. yet even tho I want nothing absolutely nothing, it is still a want. No1 can escape it. so here I am, not lost to the world, but stuck wandering my combined molecules in this maze of human structures on this moving rock of earth. I could kill myself in hopes of nothingness as an athiest would like, but by the same token despite what any1 believes or not cannot deny the self awareness and where or who that self came from or if it continues after. Truthfully I have come to realize the only real reason for anyone on earth is from the combination of our parents DNA and anything more of a reason was created by some1 else b4 I or maybe you came around.

Personally Idk if there is "god" however because of the fact that we can imagine such an entity, we are capable to match and even surpass him/they/it ect. By the same logic "if you imagine and know it you can eventually reach it, if you can reach it, you can grasp it, and if you can grasp it, you can kill it, be equal to, or surpass it. Basically the "If it bleads you can kill it." idea but taken further.

Which brings me to my next thought if we're all god's children, then we are gods by defacto, I think it's time to grow up and oedipus this fuckin thought. Eventually our subconscious will inspire ideas to merge all technologies and create a combined global consiousness, similiar to what we have now but internally through the brain. It might otherwise be reffered to as legion. When that happens our every problem will be solved within microseconds. And without conflict or change there is no reason or meaning or challenge for living.

By no means do I claim to have any answers, much like socrates at the end of his life, just observations and projections based on those observations. Adding 1+1+1 until infinity. However I will give credit where credit is due such as prophecies of the bible like legion, god ect but bc of the times they were in did not have enough past info to see the future develope. It doesn't matter whether it's 2000, 5000, or 10,000 years ago it's still just projections of this being here, then there, then over there and so on..

It is our nature, our instinct, our subconscious, DNA programing, journey or whatever to become 1 with the universe, the maker/creator and/or ourselves. And then once we do merge every thought, idea, particle, wave, and molecule to the point of something, it will have no where to go, then what? I guess all I have to do is wait a little longer until I die to see or not. but for now If I had the opportunity, I would leave it all and not be..