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roll call

2008-07-01T01:14:31Z

How about a roll call, where you are, what or who you are looking for, etc. lets bring some life to this tribe.

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A Slut defined..........

2008-06-30T16:22:16Z

What makes a slut? Yes I know everyone will have a different definition but curious to hear yours. Do 7 dates (sexual encounters) in 7 days make one a slut? How about 9? or 4? what is the dividing line for you or in your mind?Maybe it is not the number of dates or encounters, perhaps it is simply about attitude. Enquiring minds want to know.......

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Younger man looking for sexy mature woman

2008-05-31T19:34:35Z

Hi there. I am in 30 something attractive and love to please mature women, 35-55 age range. I am a sexual healer, loving to use my tongue, fingers and the rest of my body to give you immeasurable pleasure. With my lovers I please them until they beg me to stop. I believe in full and complete presence and attention to every moan, groan, and subtle movement you make, to bring you the ultimate pleasure.

In my opinion a beautiful woman’s body is like the most exquisite musical instrument, with which I would love to play making the most delicious music. I play this magnificent instrument masterfully bringing it to multiple climaxes and crescendos.

I believe that a full sexual/sensual experience is a physical, energetic connection among other things, where we join together in a multitude of ways. In so being it would include very long hours of slow sweet love making, lots of hard fast intense sex, deep relaxing massage, long deep slow leisurely foreplay, long hot showers, as well cuddling, fondling, playing, dancing, laughing, dining among other fun things to do.

I should also mention that I am in an open relationship and not single. I am open to various ages but I have found that I have the most amazing chemistry with mature women. This is because in my humble opinion fine women are like fine wine and get better and more scrumptious as they age.

If this sounds like something you enjoy, drop me a line and we can take it from there.

Looking forward to hearing from all of you sexy cougars out there.

Thanks!
Me

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looking for...

2008-05-14T17:32:44Z

Looking for a female friend with benefits. If you like my profile, send me a message.

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Bi Nature: Party in the East Bay for Bi Couples and Single Bi Ladies

2008-05-11T05:56:22Z

Hello Friends: Linda and I are hosting a small intimate party for bi couples and single ladies. The party will be in a small cabin located in a nature preserve that is not open to the public, so we will have absolute privacy. The party will start at 3:00 pm on Saturday, 24th. The party will be 420 friendly. Usual rules apply, no unprotected intercourse unless it is with your committed partner. We want friendly, down to earth, go with the flow people who are respectful of other people’s limits and comfort level. No pushy or rude people, or you will be asked to leave. Enjoy the nature surrounding you and enjoy the nature of the guests. Hope to see you there, so RSVP – ASA. Jose and Linda

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Swinging vs. Gangbanging

2008-05-08T14:57:25Z

Make your choice amongst these two, lovely ladies and gents. Which would you prefer being involved in for much of the time?

I'd take Swinging.

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Sybian Party in L.A.

2008-04-17T21:11:56Z

Hey there friends,
I'll be heading down from the bay area at the end of May for a few days and am trying to decide whether to bring along my sybian for some fun with like minded tribers. If you've ever wondered what it would be like to give on a whirl, let me know. Last Saturday I hosted a small get-together at my home and Both women had amazing g-spot, squirting orgasms that I couldn't even begin to count. We taped some of it, but it's just not polite to share some things. The total riding time between the two was almost four hours! As a man, I find it hard to wrap my mind around what that might be like. Maybe in my next life. So give me a yell, bring some friends, and prepare for some great laughs and bonding!

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S.F. Bay Area roll call & meet up with a twist

2008-04-06T22:41:37Z

So things have been quiet in here recently so I was thinking of ways of getting things going again, also I was thinking of back when I first got on tribe and there were many get togethers so I thought we might try something here. Thinking about doing a S.F. Area roll call since there are so many in this area on Tribe and since i am here, sorry folks outside of CA. If we get a goodly number of people responding locally and mixed grouping, setting up a time and place for a social meet up over drinks where everything is low key,safe, fun and freindly. Perhaps scheduling it on a night when there is a Kinky Salon event going on for people to go onto afterwards if they are so inclined... thoughts ... responses....

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looking to make connections

2008-03-21T21:16:27Z

just saying hi and wanting to make connections with people in the los angeles area.

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Looking for a friend

2008-03-17T14:43:07Z

Looking around for a woman friend in the Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill area. Please respond.

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Hello and Roll call for people in the Los Angeles area.

2008-03-07T20:20:35Z

Just wanted to say Hello and see how many people are in the Los Angeles area.

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Lookin for fun folks in the sonoma valley

2008-03-07T08:57:33Z

Or in the outer lying hills.

Live in Santa Rosa, nice little town. You have to pry at the rocks to find the freaks and fun minded folks. So I am prying.

blessings,
ec

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Any women in here from Washington looking for a friend?

2008-03-06T19:32:16Z

Any women in here from Washington looking for a friend?

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Pleasanton, CA Anyone?

2008-02-28T01:50:05Z

Anyone in the Pleasanton area?

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Swinger's togetherness!

2008-02-26T13:12:58Z

Ever been to a swinger's convention before?

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LA Bound

2008-02-26T05:55:38Z

hey all,. ill be heading to the LA area at the end of the week,. will be there for about 4 months,. will have limited internet access so trying to find some fun people to have some good times with while im there before i leave,. ill be camping (in my big ass fully loaded old r.v.) at the sante fe damn building the rennasance faire there so if anyone is interested n catching a movie, a bite to eat, a beer, whatever,.
there have been lot of friends on tribe that live in that area that ive wanted to party with but was to far away,. so time to take advantage of the opportunity while its there,. looking forward to finally meeting in person some of the people ive only known through the internet,. all are welcome to reply, you can never have enough friends

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S.F. Bay Area Bi or Gay roll call

2008-02-25T22:14:02Z

Come on folks, stand out loud and proud, lets spread some benifits around here ;)

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Hook-up Places of Yours

2008-02-23T14:37:13Z

Is there any favourite hang-out that you know of, whether around your neighbourhood or online, where you feel cool to hook up with new people?

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Documentary - The Nympho

2008-02-22T19:00:15Z

My name is Tim Seitz and I am making a movie that celebrates the "Slut", I'm making a documentary about real "Nymphos", proud sluts who enjoy life and don't hide their celebration of sex. The two "stars" of the documentary are-

Lisa Sparxxx - Once the world record gangbang girl for having sex with over 900 guys www.lisasparxxx.com
Oasis - An Arizona girl who has bareback parties that are viedotaped www.cum2oasis.com

We will be interviewing other women who call themselves "nymphos" or "sluts", in order to be interviewed you must be-

18 years of age or older
Female (not transgendered)
Straight or Bisexual

We will be doing phone and video interviews for the movie.

To be considered please send an e-mail to me at cladinblak@aol.com
Tell me why you consider yourself a "Slut" or "Nympho" and would you be willing to be interviewed on video for the movie.

Thank you!

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TRUE STORY - My Past

2008-02-15T15:49:32Z

POSTED RELUCTANTLY, upon request from emailers:

I didn’t want to admit this to my Tribe.net buddies, but so many have suspected that I have a “past,” I felt that perhaps I should reveal just what that amounted to – well, some of it anyway.

When I was 18 and stupid, I needed money to go to school. I was advised by some other young women that pole-dancing would be a good way to make some money fast.

Well, that was somewhat overstated. But, after a brief whirlwind of searching, I found myself in the position as one of five young women chosen by an agency for an adult entertainment venture that would be a level above that. This was more difficult for me than the other four because I had been shy my entire life, burdened with an overwhelming sense of inferiority and weakness.

We five were enrolled in acting classes and, over the next six months, learned acting techniques, including comedy and dance.

During that time, I’d also enrolled in a community college and began dating my first-year sociology instructor who I’d marry a year later. He’s also a post-grad-studies engineer. He made me understand that what I was getting involved in would be a short-term career that almost certainly would be a dead-end job within five years, whereas a solid education would be a better bet. An adult-entertainment background isn’t the best resume for future stage work.

I told my husband-to-be that I’d been involved in some silent fuck films that were no more than videos produced for sordid advertising, internet clips, magazine postings and other low-end venues. Additionally, we were expected to fuck the producers and their friends at fund-raising parties and social gatherings. All this paid us five naïve girls a percentage of the take and paid back the agency for its investment in us five naïve girls. Nothing in life is free.

Having descended into society’s lowest depths, every element of shyness and inferiority I had experienced had now evaporated.

When my school’s next semester began, and I became a full-time “real” student. Had I remained with the agency, I’d have been on the adult-club circuit and taking roles in feature adult films, although not in a starring role. Those roles were then becoming money makers for the top one percent or so of actresses but the chances of achieving that are small for all others wannabes. It has now become so lucrative that only a small fraction of one percent reach that height of success.

Between his growing consultant business and his teaching positions, my husband made more money than I’d ever dream of achieving at doing anything else. And I was beginning to see how sleazy that other world was anyway.

Unless you’re at the top of the game, giving an adult performer the option of making her world pretty much whatever she wants it to be, it’s far worse than anyone outside that business can imagine. That business robs its employees of their souls.

And, finally, most people I meet, or correspond with, mistakenly assume I’m “really smart.” I’m not. Although I ultimately graduated, I had a lot of trouble with science and math. I fucked three instructors, an associate professor and a full professor to obtain additional instruction. Each told me beforehand that, although they would help, they wouldn’t adjust my grades upward. My grades were average.

The real reason some believe I’m smart is because of those acting classes. For all its Olympian faults, I’ll give the adult entertainment business that much credit. For its social reasons, overcoming my inferiority and just-plain fooling people, that tiny portion of my experiences was useful.

So that’s my past history, which I now assume will explain to my Tribe.net buddies how I developed the attitudes I now have.

I can’t recall how many readers of my few stories have asked, “Why can’t my wife (or girlfriend) see things like you?” Well, they didn’t go through the crap I did.

I apologize for not being fully forthcoming to those who I have answered. I’m truly sorry. Maybe the above will make up for it.

I regret much of my past. Except here to my friends on Tribe.net, it’s hidden. But Oscar Wilde once said, “All saints have a past. All sinners have a future.”

~~ "T"

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how do you start that conversation....

2008-02-12T22:36:26Z

So there's this young woman I met in a coffee shop a few months back. We only live a few blocks apart and we've hung out for breakfast or coffee 3-4 times now since then over the last month or so (took us time to get together again.) I have no interest in a "relationship" with her. I'm not sure how much we have in common for a real friendship either.

But she's smoking hot!

I've managed to bring up the subject of "casual relationships" a couple times now. I feel really comfortable with the idea of having something like that with her because I KNOW I don't really want anything else. She has voiced the opinion that she doesn't think casual works because one person always wants more. She's also mentioned that she's kind of taking a "guy break" for a while. Also has mentioned that she doesn't have very many male friends.

I mentioned to her in an email after hanging out with her the first time that I had an attraction to her but that I also heard she wasn't really looking for anything right now.

She's been working a lot since we've been hanging out and only available during the day mostly. Now she's got a couple evenings open and mentioned getting together next week.

Like I said, I don't want a relationship with her and I don't know exactly where a friendship would go either - she's even talking about moving in a couple months maybe.

I'm feeling really shy about taking that leap though and actually saying "Hey...wanna hookup with, seriously, no strings attached?"

How does one do that tactfully without being insulting or off-putting?

I mean, I guess I wouldn't really be any worse off if she decided she didn't want to hang out again because it made her uncomfortable but I'd like to not sound like a total horn-dog either....cause really I'm not these days.

I guess I know the answer....just ask. But how do people manage that? The only time I've ever made it to that point was after the mutual chemistry was there and we were being all flirty and then actually hooked up before having the "not so serious" conversation.

How do you initiate it with someone before you actually hook up like that?

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sex

2008-02-07T13:24:37Z

lookin 4 a fuck buddy from sacramento???????????

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STORY THREE - Going-away party ...

2008-02-06T15:28:26Z

REAL FRIENDS, REAL BENEFITS - MY FUCKBUDDIES.

I’m now 29 and often, when asked, can’t remember how many homes we have lived in over our 10 years of marriage. And we’re to be transferred again in three weeks, something that my husband’s business requires every six months to two years.

My husband has been a dedicated cuckold for a little more than two years. It took me awhile to understand him but he’d wanted this even before we married.

At his urging, I agreed to accompany him on visits to a video-viewing booth area of a local adult book and video store for two years. Over that time, many guys either joined us in our booth or poked their dicks through drilled holes between booths. I (usually) didn’t fuck them but enjoyed jerking’em off.

Unfortunately for both of us, my husband was required to regularly take a medication causing him to become mostly impotent. So, although he hadn’t mentioned his fantasy of another guy fucking me in more than a year, I had therefore found reason to renew the issue. It finally began to make sense to me.

I began dating an 18-year-old I met in a night class. After just one semester, he went away to another school so I began dating yet another fuckbuddy.

And during that time I met three women friends who enjoyed going out to places like rave clubs and male strip-bars. I didn’t care for raves but enjoyed watching my friends jerk off male dancers. Heck, I did it myself.

I occasionally returned home as late as 3 a.m. Sometimes my husband achieved an erection upon my retelling of these stories.

He won’t openly admit that he enjoys my experiences but it’s clear he does and loves being my cuckyboy. Truth be told, much of what I do is also for his pleasure.

So the third weekend before we were to be transferred yet again, two of those friends arranged a special “going-away night out” for me.

Janet at age 32 is the oldest of our little group and the only one who smokes. At 5’6” she was about 15 pounds overweight when we first met. She then began losing weight until she was now likely a few pounds underweight. Somehow this thinness, along with her no-nonsense demeanor and uncommonly self-confident deportment, her dark hair and blue eyes added a mysterious façade that attracted substantive attention from men everywhere we went.

Janet had something of a wild childhood. She told us that, following an even wilder middle school past, she fell into a particularly mischievous crowd in high school. By then, she was smoking dope and attending illegal street races. Often she served at the racers’ flag-girl. She graduated with decent grades. I can’t understand how.

But earlier in middle school, she was instrumental in forming a sex club that grew to 14 kids. They gathered at different homes every couple of weeks. After almost a year of this behavior, a neighboring couple complained of stereo noise at one of their member’s home. The cops arrived to discover a dozen naked and partially naked kids engaged in sex acts.

The school board transferred each kid to different schools and forbade any to socialize with another for the next two years. Their official edict wasn’t entirely successful but it broke up their frequent parties. And, of course, things remained a bit tense between the parents and their kids for a year or more.

Janet never ratted on her two-year older brother who was the club’s only older member. He hadn’t attended that evening. Although each saw the other having sex with others, she didn’t ever enjoy intercourse with her brother.

Marta, the most outgoing of our bunch, had another commitment that prevented her from attending that night. So that left just Evelyn and Janet to plan this special evening in my honor.

Evelyn, at age 24, unlike the divorced Janet, is married. She and her husband are swingers and nudists. Evelyn had invited Janet, my husband and me to join them at swap parties. But my husband explained he couldn’t get it up sufficiently for a party like that and begged off. Janet was satisfied with a string of boyfriends and also declined.

Evelyn is a svelte redhead with freckles and often is mistaken for a very young girl. Part of this age-identity confusion lies with her tendency to wear low-rider jeans and tight pullovers you’d expect on a adolescent student, far different from Janet and me who dress conservatively. I do that because I want to appear at least my age but sometimes it doesn’t work.

Janet’s two-year-older brother long had been eternally thankful he hadn’t attended that night those middle school fuckers was busted. Although Janet and I never went to the nudist camp with Evelyn and her husband, Janet told her brother about their offer and he frequently attended at the couple’s guest.

Most naturist parks bar single men but allow single women as members. The clubs prefer families to singles. Janet and I assumed her brother was probably one of their swinging partners as well but neither of us had asked.

A few months ago at the male strip club, Evelyn – as each of us often had done - was stroking a dancer’s long, lathered-up dick. Janet noticed a man nervously talking with the bartender and pointing toward us.

When Evelyn went to the bar a few minutes later for another drink, the bartender told her that the man had been concerned while observing her jerking off the dancer and he had assumed she was underage. The barkeep explained to him that he’d heard that complaint before and he personally knew Evelyn as an adult regular.

And minutes later that 42-year-old guy walked over to our table and asked Janet for a date. We guessed he was fascinated with this apparent “kid.”

Evelyn told him she and her husband were swingers and asked whether he was interested in threesomes. He enthusiastically agreed. Evelyn took his name and phone number. He has since swung with them several times.

Jan’s initial meeting with the man caused several pseudo-psychological analyses between the four of us. We guessed that his attraction to the young-looking Evelyn implied a pedophile personality.

Yet that night in the bar, he had been the only customer to protest when he thought she was too young to be there. We concluded that he probably denied his sexual preference and had displayed at that time an excessive fear of a 14-year-old holding an adult’s dick.

BACK TO THE PRESENT:

So now, Evelyn and Janet showed up at our door to pick me up for this unexplained “special” night out. My husband was intrigued and asked if he could go.

Janet said, “Absolutely not, Cuckyboy. We’ll give her something to tell you later.” She said this while drawing a line down his cock beneath his slacks.

Janet blindfolded me and drove us to Evelyn’s home. I asked if I looked like the Green Hornet, an old masked comic book character she displays on a poster above her bed back at her apartment. Janet replied, “More like the Green Horny.”

We arrived five minutes later and they hadn’t allowed me to remove the blindfold.

From their whispering, I recognized that it was Evelyn’s husband and the guy she had met at the strip club who greeted us at the door. I suspected now what they had planned. Evelyn’s husband had made no secret that he wanted to fuck Janet and me. I didn’t then realize that a third man was in the room.

I was about to remove my blindfold but Janet grasped my hands and said, “Oh no, not for awhile yet.” So I laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll play along.”

Amid giggles, I heard zippers and clothing falling away. Then someone gripped my wrists, raising my arms high as others undressed me.

The bar guy’s voice said, “Okay, now all women are to be blindfolded.” And moments later, it was done. Someone had turned on a stereo with soft music.

Evelyn’s husband announced, “We’re going to dance first. Throughout the night, each of the women will try and determine who the man they’re with might be. We’ll give points for correct the guesses and the winner receives a prize at the end of the evening.”

The third man added, “And since this party is in (my) honor, we wish her luck.” Everyone laughed, including me. Why was that funny? I don’t know. I guess you had to be there.

I said, “How can I guess if I don’t know who all of you are?”

They each introduced themselves. The third man said in his Philly accent, “And I’m Tony.” He’s Janet’s brother, so I assumed I was right guessing that he was among Evelyn’s threesomes. A fuckbuddy.

The problem with this game was that it was too easy. Evelyn’s husband is a big guy with thick hair. The older man we had met at the bar has a high forehead and thinning hair and was about 5’9”, three inches shorter than Ev’s hubby, and is much leaner. Jan’s bro has light reddish-blond hair that feels, well, fluffy. He’s slender also but about my height, 5’11”, with long limbs.

Ev’s husband was the first to dance with me. Our naked bodies pressed together through the last half of a song that had begun before the dancing began. His semi-erect penis curled to the side against my hip. Evelyn was dancing with the guy from the bar and Jan found herself pressed naked against her brother.

Partners changed as the song ended. Jan’s brother danced with me. I didn’t need to remove my broad blindfold to realize that he sported a horse-sized woody.

His cock had swollen while dancing with his sis and stood straight out. He rotated his hips until his rigid penis pressed all the way through the part between my legs. The upper part of his long shaft thrust aloft, tightly against my groin. His cock’s large head protruded so far out the back of my legs that I felt his broad dickhead pulsating against my buttocks.

His hips rotated against mine, causing the upper portion of his cock to hotly massage my clitoris. Soon I gasped for breath as he kissed me full on the lips. My hands gripped his buttocks. My hips rolled against his, masturbating my clit on his dick until I was about to explode.

But the song ended and I then was dancing with Evelyn’s husband. His stiff prick curled up toward his belly and throbbed against my stomach. With slow fucking motions he pressed his dick up and down in the narrow space between our tummies.

All women were moaning. One man groaned. Evelyn voice tremored as she said, “I can’t wait any longer! Somebody fuck me!”

“That’s the next part of the game,” her husband said. “Keep your blindfolds on.” They led us three women to the living room’s liquor bar and urged us forward, bracing our hands against its edge, our legs spread invitingly.

He went on, “This won’t be as easy to guess. A penis will enter your pussies from behind. If any woman attempts to feel the body behind her while being fucked, she will be disqualified.” None of us had group sex together before and I was certain someone would object. But I didn’t intend to protest.

Janet’s brother removed our blindfolds. Ev’s husband said behind us, “Although the blindfolds are off, you’re not allowed to turn around. Only one woman will be fucked at a time. The other two women will try to help that woman cum. Each man will attempt not to ejaculate before all women are fucked. We don’t need a guy with a used-up softie.”

Someone turned off the overhead lighting and dimmed the room’s only table lamp. The lamp’s bulb was red, casting a rosy glow about the room.

Each woman now was in a high state of excitation with no resistance left to protest anything. Our bodies shivered as each of us glanced to the other. Tears streaked Evelyn’s cheeks. Janet’s lips quivered. My teeth chattered and my cunt steamed with lust.

Jan’s brother leaned across the bar and smiled at me, saying, “Because the party is in your honor, you’re first.”

My voice squeaked a weak “Okayyy…” A dickhead parted the mouth of my eager pussy. My hips rotated wantonly as it slithered into my lubricated depth. I was ooo-ing and begging him to fuck me hard. Whoever the guy was behind me trembled as much. His hot breath steamed onto my bare back.

Janet’s hands stroked my breasts as she leaned to the side, watching the cock pound into me. Evelyn’s fingers crept to my clitoris and twirled in unison with the man’s fucking. Janet leaned to nurse a nipple.

I forgot about trying to guess who my fuckbuddy might be. Evelyn’s slippery fingers were about to bring me to orgasm.

He withdrew against my protest but another cock replaced his. This guy gripped my hips as he rammed into me. I realized it was Jan’s bro. He had the longest dick I’d known. If his prick had a normal width rather than it’s slender length, he’d have split me apart. That big cockhead though caused me to squeal in surprise as it rammed through my tender vagina.

I pleaded, “Please don’t take this one out,” but he withdrew, replaced by the third. I couldn’t tell whether this was Bar Guy or Evelyn’s spouse. All were good.

Now my orgasm roared over me like a freight train. I bawled and exploded, as I screeched, “It’s so fuckin’ fine! I’m a’wash in dicks!”

I released my grip on the bar and hugged Janet and Evelyn against me. Evelyn’s hand cupped my mound and Janet madly nursed my breast as my climax crested and ebbed.

Evelyn was next to sample their cocks. With Janet’s help, I assisted Evelyn as well as they had served me.

Then, at Janet’s turn, she gritted her chattering teeth while bracing her fists against the bar. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. As if it had just occurred to her, she said, “I assume only two of you guys will be doing me. I mean, one of you is … my brother!”

No one answered. The silence, it seemed, was telling. I gulped and looked down at her brother’s anxiously long cock.

Evelyn and I stroked her shuddering body through the first two men who mercilessly pounded into her helpless cunt.

But Janet hadn’t climaxed and bawled, “Doesn’t seem fair! I’m so fucking hot!” The bar guy said, “You’re right. But it’s not over, Baby.” He tugged her brother’s arm and led him to his sister’s buttocks until his cockhead bobbed against her shuddering anus.

Evelyn and I were stunned. Unwanted incest seemed so over the top. I was speechless, frozen in place. But Evelyn raised her eyes questioningly at the guys, giving no hint to Janet as to her next invader would be.

Bar Guy turned off the lights, plunging the room into total darkness.

Janet squealed, “Ohhh my gosh!” as the hot dick entered her pussy, then withdrew completely. Evelyn’s husband gripped Jan’s shoulders, turning her around to face her fucker.

But in this darkness she couldn’t determine the identity of that man she now faced. He urged her back to the carpeted floor. She said, “Oh, honey, I am so hot! Do me.” We didn’t know whether she suspected it was her brother.

As our eyes adjusted to the dimness we could make out only two naked forms, intertwined and writhing before us.

The invader parted her thighs and kneeled between her legs. His dickhead divided her churning cunt. She returned each thrust, rocking rhythmically.

The man raised his head, his body stiffened. He groaned, about to cum. Jan moaned feebly and pleaded, “Cum with me. Fuck me. Fill me up with your hot juice!”

His body stiffened. Janet screamed, “I’m a’cummin! Oh my gosh!” A Philly-like accent groaned, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

And then, all of us, including the powerless Janet, immediately recognized that voice! Her brother’s voice.

Oh Honey, that moment was so fucking hot! We women and the other two men were masturbating whoever was nearest, each hoping we’d cum again.

I didn’t then know, and don’t know now, whether the hand on my hot cunt was that of a woman or man. I’m really not bi, but I didn’t care. I was coming again.

Janet’s body rippled in multiple orgasms. Then someone turned on the lights.

It wasn’t her brother who had fucked her. It was Bar Guy.

Her brother had leaned against Bar Guy’s face at their moment of orgasm and said those words I’ll never forget, “So am I. I’m cumming in your hot cunt!”

He kneeled beside his sis and pecked her on the cheek as if apologizing for that moment’s unforgivable shock.

Jan wasn’t buying it. Her eyes squinted furiously and she punched him hard on his shoulder. He reeled back, laughing at his successful ruse.

The rest of us were rolling on the floor in laughter. Janet smirked at her bro. Never say Jan can’t take a joke.

Evelyn and her husband drove me home that night. To my wonderment, Janet drove her brother home. To her condo! Not his apartment. Hmmm.

Everyone had forgotten about that “prize” to be awarded for the most correct guesses. I’m not sure who won anyway.

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STORY TWO - Beyond the handjobs

2008-02-05T14:21:44Z

My First Fuckbuddy

And the strange story that followed . . .

My husband became mostly impotent three years ago after he began taking a medication. I’m now 29. I was just 19 when we married and he was 36.

Even before we married, he often related a fantasy of me having sex with another man, a desire I then didn’t understand. But by then, 8 years later and taking into account our marital circumstances, I began to consider the possibility. I’d often dream about being naked with faceless men, each with a generous-sized penis.

I began taking night classes at a local college and met a young classmate 9 years younger and who sat just behind me. I was then 27. I’m particularly tall and Jeff was a couple inches shorter than me He’s slender and long-limbed, with brown eyes and light brown hair.

He walked me to the parking lot after the first night’s class and talked about whatever came to mind. He asked if I’d be interested in going for coffee at a pub a couple of blocks away and I agreed. I lost track of time until noticing more than two hours had passed.

We kept up this routine at the pub over the following two weeks. By the third week, I was altogether aware that Jeff was attracted to me by his persistent touching of my hand. As we were about to leave, he stood. I glanced to his groin. I stared wide-eyed at his hefty erection until he became aware of my interest. I smiled approvingly but neither of us commented on what had just occurred.

That night upon arriving at home, I asked my husband that night if he was truly serious about me wanting me to have sex with another man.

He said, “Oh, yeah! Did anything happen tonight?” I told him all about Jeff. He enthusiastically approved of encouraging this guy to do me. He added that I “deserved” some dick since he wasn’t able to perform.

I nodded agreeably and said I’d “think about it.” But I’d realized immediately after saying that, I had already made up my mind. I wanted this guy to fuck my brains out. I’m not sure why I didn’t admit it.

After the following week’s class, Jeff suggested that I leave my car in the school’s parking lot and ride with him in his van. I rode alongside as he drove into the pub’s dark parking area. Instead of opening the door to get out, he turned to me. I returned his gaze. He reached for my hand. I stroked his arm and he leaned to kiss me.

I stroked his throbbing hard-on. He led me by a hand to the back of his van and closed the drapes of its windows. He urged my back to the carpeted floor. I unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock. It bounced against my face and I gasped at his 7 and a half-inch length, nearly twice the size of my husband’s. The only longer prick I’d ever seen was that of my younger brother when I lived at home. Soon our clothes piled between the bucket seats and our naked bodies intertwined. Our groins humped against the other’s. I pleaded, “Oh yeah, do me. Do me now. I’m so hot! I need your hot cock inside me.”

He kneeled between my quivering thighs. I wrapped my bare legs around his waist and looked down at the narrow space between our bodies as his walnut-shaped dickhead entered my eager cavity. Only four boys or men had ever been inside me and those were now in the distant past.

I moaned as my body shuddered. He slammed deep into my wet cunt and a billion stars lit up the van. My heels thumped against his ramming buttocks.

He turned me to my knees. My head swiveled around as he entered my vagina from the rear. My hair swirled wildly in the warm air.

He groaned and his body stiffened. His hot lava rocketed through his cock and spurted inside my vaginal walls. I squealed in multiple orgasms.

Somewhere during the first few times he was thrilling me with his sizzling dick, he began calling me “Mom.” I immediately recognized his apparent incestuous fantasy and told him “Oh, yeah, I wanna feel my little boy’s big cock in Momma’s pussy.” His excitation soared to new heights. We writhed in ecstasy.

Our couplings increased to two or three nights each week. I often staggered home as late as 3 a.m. Neither of us could get enough. I told my husband each night of our escapades in detail and those were the only times he was able to get an erection.

Because I was often sore from Jeff’s dick, I’d suck my husband’s cock and deny him entry into my pussy. He never complained. Once my husband made a surprising confession, “I’d even suck his dick if you wanted me to.” He never repeated that though, insisting he wasn’t bi.

Near semester’s end, Jeff received acceptance from an out-of-state school. He had previously suspected a rejection slip from that university, so this was of great importance to him.

The night of our last class, his car wouldn’t start and I drove him home. He invited me in to meet his mother, a successful corporate manager who had divorced her husband five years before. He had a two-year-older sister who was away at a chef’s school.

I was surprised to hear him introduce me as “the friend” he had talked about so much. I hadn’t thought he would mention me at all since I was married.

His mother is a knockout, a long-legged blond with curves in all the right places. Her breasts are lovely, larger than mine. She grinned knowingly, implying she suspected our relationship was also physical and not just friends.

Just a couple of days after Jeff left for his new school, his mother phoned to tell me she had come across a red sweater I’d left at their home. I’d forgotten it. Later, I would realize that I stupidly had left it lying on the floor of his room a month before.

She invited me over to their home for a drink. We agreed the following evening would be good for each of us.

When I arrived, his mother greeted me with a handshake but held my hand longer than necessary. I didn’t pull away. She was dressed in thin white slacks and a translucent white blouse, both of which clearly conveyed that she wore nothing beneath.

She invited me to sit by patting the back of the couch alongside her. After a few minutes of chit-chat, she said, “I’m not sure how to put this without making you feel uncomfortable. Believe me, whatever happened is okay with me. I’m just asking for personal reasons.”

I told her, “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re going to ask.”

Upon her questioning, I admitted that Jeff had been fucking me for some time.

She responded, “I thought so. I wanted to thank you.”

I had now relaxed and asked her to explain. She said, “Jeff offhandedly mentioned to me that he often called you ‘Mom.’ I guessed correctly how that came about and thought you might want to know his motivation.”

Her story spilled out. His mother had come to realize that her son had a strong desire for an incestuous relationship with her. And because of one recent incident, she assumed he wanted sex with his older sister as well.

She explained, “Jeff has his own bath down the upstairs hall from his room.”

I already knew that because we had fucked in his room twice when no one else was home. I didn’t tell her that.

His mom went on, “But Jeff often came down to the master bath next to my bedroom. He would walk in when I was naked on his way to my shower. I’m sure he waited outside in the hall until he was sure I was nude and then walked in at that time.

“After his shower, he would walk back to my room with nothing on except occasionally a towel around his neck. Typically, he sported a hard-on. Made no effort to hide it. He seemed proud of it.

I asked how she reacted and she told me she pretended to ignore his nakedness and stiff cock.

Because she was also nude, she was tense the first couple of times this happened. But eventually she became accustomed to it and just had conversations with her son. The tension was still there but it was easier to control. His stiff prick never seemed to soften.

She said, “You understand what I’m saying?”

“Sure,” I said. “He wanted to fuck you.”

She said, “Thanks. I like people who are direct. He did the same with his sister and she told me that she occasionally was tempted to jerk him off. I understood. So did I. But I was concerned about the potential long-term effect on all of us if either his sister or I allowed our natural desire to play with Jeff’s big dick. It would be even worse if we lost our heads and fucked him. I explained that to her and she understood. We decided to do nothing for awhile at least.”

“And then, you came along.

So now I understood what she was getting to. I was her son’s surrogate mom. She went on to say that he hadn’t been walking in on her or walking in on her or his sister with his hard dick since he and I had begun fucking.

Then, on at least one occasion, not long before her son and I had begun dating, he entered his sister’s room while she was sleeping. He picked up her limp hand and wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock.

His sis awoke but didn’t want to embarrass him by making a scene. She pretended to remain asleep. She told her mom that she might have betrayed this charade because her hand firmly gripped his warm cock.

He pumped his hips into her hot hand until he spurted onto her sheets. He removed her fingers and slipped quietly out of the room. She admitted her grip was unyielding at first but she ultimately released it to his prying fingers and believed he mostly likely recognized she wasn’t asleep after all.

Their mother laughed as she finished this story and added, “So I guess she was disappointed in letting it go, but she didn’t admit that to me.”

Later that night, as I was standing in the doorway and preparing to leave, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. I held her face and returned a lingering kiss.

Our groins rubbed against the other a moment and we disengaged, exchanging knowing smiles. She isn’t gay or bi, but the excitement of telling her story and my admitting that I was fucking her son had excited us both. Nothing else developed from that brief interlude.

After that night, his mother and I became fast friends. We were open in conversation, over the phone or face-to-face. She phones each time her son is expected home from school and arranges our get-togethers. A few times when his sister is away, these dates have been overnight at their home with Mom’s approval.

His sister has since become fully aware of the relationship and endorses it.

Because he’s away so much, they know that I date another guy for sex whenever either of us feels the need. Everyone understands that Jeff and I are just fuckbuddies. But ours is a semi-incestuous relationship as well. Well, okay, it’s really a pretend-incest relationship, not a real one.

Although I was never involved in any sort of sex with relatives, this ongoing “pretend” liaison between Jeff and me has caused in me a perverted interest in incestuous novels and movie. I buy both over the internet.

I guess the closest I ever came to committing incest was when I lived at home. I occasionally came upon my younger brother naked and on a few of those occasions he had an erection.

He once was masturbating when I walked into his room to talk about a school problem with which he’d earlier asked for help. He apologized and put his dick away. I just shrugged and said, “Forget it, I won’t tell.” The only interesting part of that to me was how big it was when super-hard. I had stared wide-eyed at his pale veined length until it disappeared into the jeans’ fly and gulped.

But I had no thoughts of incest with him and I’m sure he didn’t either.

I wasn’t the only one affected by Jeff’s fantasy. Although we don’t do this in front of Jeff’s sister, he, his mother and I have watched perhaps a dozen adult-incest videos at their home when he’s home from school and rented them from a local store. His mom and I once commented on his erection but understood and admitted those films aroused us. We had seen his other hard-ons in response to the videos but usually said nothing about it. On at least a couple of times, we just grinned or winked at the other whenever he wasn’t watching.

All of us admit these carefully selected videos are hot. But his mother and I realized her son had crossed an important threshold when he said, “It’s stimulating to imagine but it’s impractical in the long run.”

I never discuss my little perversion with anyone else except my husband.
And, with all this interest in family sex, I’m just glad my brother doesn’t live in the same state as we do. I’m kidding. I’d never fuck my little brother.

My husband in one of his weirder moments once asked whether I’d consider just jerking my bro off. I told him to “get a life” and he never brought it up again.

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STORY ONE - Handjobs or Incest? You decide.

2008-02-05T14:20:41Z

I'm now 29. My husband, 17 years older, has had a fantasy of watching me with another man even before we were married 10 years ago. Just a month shy of two years ago, he asked if I'd accompany him to an adult video store.

At the back of the store was a long hallway with 20 video-viewing booths on each side. Business was slow that night and only a couple of customers were in the hall's booths. We were watching a video in a curtained booth and another guy peeked in at us. He looked very young, at least five years younger than my 26 years at the time. I'm 5'11" and he was about two inches shorter than me.

He asked if we minded if he watched with us. I said no and he joined us behind the booth's curtain. He stood alongside me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his dick as he stood alongside me, my husband standing behind me and staring at us.

As the stranger jerked off, he carried on an ordinary conversation with such comments as, "So, are you two from around here?" and the like. I felt at first as if I had entered an alien land.

I hadn't had a lot of experience seeing other men's penises. My husband's is small, just a couple of inches when soft. At 18, I'd dated a guy with a six-inch dick. Although my younger brother's was larger, that man's still seemed enormous to me at that time.

I couldn't stop staring and my heart was pounding. His cockhead seemed as large as my husband's entire size when semi-erect.

My husband pulled out his penis and began stroking in unison with the guy. My heart thumped as I glanced from one to the other rigid cock.

Gasping, I leaned against a wall. Each watched me. I unbuttoned my blouse. They gazed in excitation at my naked breasts.

The guy's eyes glazed over. He reached to fondle a breast and exploded immediately. His face reddened as if embarrassed and he stuffed his sausage back in his pants. He breathed a, "Thank you," to us and slipped quietly from the booth, scurrying down the hall to the exit.

I didn't then know that I was soon to learn that penises come in many shapes, colors and sizes.

***

The following week, my husband asked if I wanted that night to visit the store again that Saturday. I chewed my lower lip, hesitantly, but ultimately agreed, "Yeah, sure. Last Friday was, well, really different!"

This time we left the curtain open. A guy about 30 walked twice by our booth and made eye contact. I smiled. He asked to join us and I nodded affirmatively, unable to speak.

He closed the curtain behind him and my husband dropped a handful of coins into the video machine. The guy stood alongside me and I let my hand brush the bulge in his jeans. He groaned. I unzipped the fly and pulled out his dick, asking if he wanted me to jerk him off. He said, "Please."

I stroked his hot and firm length. Although his face was porcelain pale, his shaft was dark with large purplish veins. It curved up to his belly. Curling my fist around this stiff rod, I gasped as an electric shock ran through my body.

His body shuddered. He groaned and I pointed his dickhead away from me as his love juice ejected onto a wall.

He zipped up, nodded a "thank you" and walked out of the booth and back toward the door leading to the bookracks.

Two weeks passed and my husband hadn't suggested we return. So I asked if he wanted to try finding another prospect at the video booths. He said, "Sure. I was concerned you wouldn't go back."

***

AFTER SEVERAL VISITS: I was wearing tropical cotton slacks and a tube top when we greeted the storeowner's son and made our way back to the viewing booths. By now, he had figured out what we were up to each time we were here and winked at me.

A first-year college student spotted us as we were trying to find a newer video we hadn't yet seen. He poked his head from his curtain and said, "I found a good one if you want to watch with me." My husband and I smiled at the other and walked in alongside the guy.

He talked as the movie was winding down and told us he'd start it over. He told us he was 19 and single. We hadn't any lengthy conversation with the men we had met under these circumstances. Each encounter typically had been no more than a jerk off party. I'd masturbated myself in sort of a circle along with my husband and one or two other guys and once with another married couple who had invited us to join them.

But this guy acted older than his years and we immediately liked him. My husband, who's 17 years older than me, for reasons I couldn't fathom, introduced me as his "daughter." This was somewhat believable. Even then at 27, I was often asked to present my ID whenever we walk into any place where alcohol is served.

Somehow, this excited the young guy more than most we had met here. But he seemed somewhat hesitant to begin a mutual masturbation party. So I rubbed my open hand against his erection beneath his tan jeans and asked, "Would you like me to masturbate you while we watch?"

He said, "Oh yeah!"

My husband stood on the booth's low stool to get a better view of us.

I removed my tube top as he unzipped his jeans. I pulled on his rod as my husband watched and jerked off. He bucked against my hand. I turned to my husband and sucked his trembling length.

The guy's voice quavered as he said, "Wow! You and your dad are really close."
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It was all I could do from bursting out in laughter. I said, "Sort of an unusual family, I guess. Daddy's been fucking me since Mom left."

The three of us simultaneously left the store after both had ejaculated and the guy sat with us in the darkened back of our van in the store's parking lot. After petting, we removed our clothes and he fucked me as my husband watched. He would be only one of four guys whose dicks I allowed inside me during the two years we visited this meeting place.

Before leaving for his car, he asked me for a date. I turned to my "father" and asked if it was "...okay, Daddy?" My husband said, "Sure, honey. Seems like a nice boy."

We had two enjoyable dates. But on the third time out, we were dancing naked in his apartment near his school when his girlfriend used her key to walk in on us.

I pulled on my jumpsuit and zipped up as she was screaming at him. I grabbed my purse and waved goodbye, scurrying out the door. In this heated situation, I hadn't realized that I'd left my bra but I didn't return to get it.

He never called again, but we saw their pictures in the local newspaper's wedding announcements six months later so I guess they worked everything out. He had never told me he had a girlfriend. He hadn’t even mention that anyone had a key to his apartment.

After that story he had told Jeff about being my "father," my husband often introduced me as his daughter whenever we met a man there. Sometimes, just for fun, he made this claim to waiters at restaurants.

We began selecting incest videos more often than most other genres while here.

***

Occasionally, maybe five times total, not just one but two guys had walked into the viewing booth area together. On those occasions I was jerking off both simultaneously but had to leave my husband to take care of himself.

One of the more memorable was the time that two guys nervously walked into our booth and told us they were fellow students who then lived in the same dorm. They couldn't have been more different. The guy named Bill was tall, long-limbed and lean, with short blond hair. His dick was about average size and felt good in my hand. His brown-haired friend was about 5'7", with a cock that seemed nine or ten inches long, another record for me.

We stood in a line watching a hot incest video about a mom and son, a guy on each side of me as I stroked their hot pricks. The shorter guy unbuttoned my blouse and nursed a breast. I gasped, awash in dicks as the other lifted my skirt and inserted his cock between my bare legs from the back.

The taller of the two reached behind me and his hand encircled my husband's stiff rod to jerk him off while I was doing those two.

***

Except for that brief interlude with Jeff who had fucked me in our van, we made a trip to the book and video store regularly over more than a year and half, about once every two weeks, until the place closed down two months ago.

A few weeks before it was to close, the owner's son was behind the counter and had by then come to know us and what we were up to. We chatted often with him and he told us that he and his father were selling the property because of that area's vastly inflated commercial property. The asking price would have assured them they'd never need to work again but each had other plans for new businesses. This was our community's last adult book store with private video booths.

As a going-away gift, he presented us a half-dozen swingers magazines from his backroom inventory and suggested we could use them to continue our adventures. He, his sister, and parents were swingers and were swinging with several local couples and singles who advertised in the mags.

He stapled his personal card with phone number atop one of the mags and told us we would be his guests at a swingers party or a local annual swingers ball if we wished.

He told us that Jeff had stopped in a few times since he'd married and they talked about the "father and daughter" Jeff had met there. The store manager knew better but didn't rat on us; instead, he had elaborated on the story by adding that I had a "brother" who looked just like Jeff. He said Jeff thought that was the most exciting story he'd heard in his life.

After the store's property sold, we phoned the young man who gave us his card and swingers magazines and attended two parties at local homes of his friends. We decided we wouldn't be into swinging for the long run. I enjoyed giving the hand jobs though.

Those video booths gave us a lot of great memories and we still talk about several guys we met there.

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Rape of Arousal

2008-02-04T22:35:19Z

You are grabbed by three girls. One of them was Jen, the woman you have long-secretly lusted after. I was another.

You struggle, but we overpower you and wrestle you to the floor. Jen and I hold your arms and legs while the third girl starts to unbutton your blouse. You threaten to scream if we don't stop.

The girl stops stripping you and starts to stuff a hot moist cloth into your mouth. After she has you gagged, she explains that we have come prepared for a screamer. She tells you that this morning all three of us stuffed their panties into our cunts and have masturbated at least half a dozen times each.

She tells you that you are now sucking on her cum soaked panties and that you will taste Jen’s and mine later.

She grabs the front of your blouse and rips it open. Jen and I are holding your arms while she pulls off your blouse. She opens your jeans and pulls them down to your ankles. She lifts your legs to take your jeans off and you start to kick.

Jen and I grab your legs behind the knee and pull them open so the third girl can get your jeans off. While we hold you spread out like this, the third girl takes a pair of scissors and cuts your bra straps and then snips between the cups to expose your round, firm tits.

She takes your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pinches them. She twists them and pulls them until they are hard and erect. She then kisses and sucks on each nipple.

Despite your resistance, her actions on your nipples are getting you very aroused, even hotter than your boyfriend did the other night. She stops sucking but keeps playing with your nipples. She explains that they are sorority pledges and to get into the sorority she has to rape a sexy bitch like you.

She grabs the elastic waistband of your panties and pulls at them so she can snip the sides and pull your panties out from under your ass cheeks.

Jen says, "Now that we have this bitch bare, let's find out how tasty she is".

I place my hands down into your crotch and pulls your cunt lips open. I lower my head down to your cunt and slowly lick your tight ass pucker, up across your wet inner lips, up to your tender clit.

You wiggle, you squirm, but I push my tongue against your clit and you get hotter. I move my tongue down to your love hole and push it in.

You surrender to this hot lesbian rape and push your cunt against my probing tongue. I pump my tongue in and out making your juices flow.

You squirm again, this time in passion. You want to cum and my tongue is going to do it.

I slide my tongue to your clit and lick at it very fast.

The tension in your cunt builds with each flick at your passion button. I close my mouth on your clit and suck it into my mouth. This pushes you over the edge. Your muscles tighten, your cunt juices flow, and you cum like you have never cum before. I lick at your open cunt, lapping up your flowing love cream.

When you recover from your orgasm, I change places with Jen, who has been holding your arms.

Jen takes the panties out of your mouth and stuffs her own cum-soaked panties in to give you a second taste of cunt.

She moves away for a few moments. When she returns, she kneels and kisses your creamy cunt. She moves toward your head gently kissing your mound, your tummy, your tits.

She pushes her big bare tits against yours.

A hard shaft pushes against your open slit. Jen tells you that now she is going to rape you the way your boyfriend would. She tells you that she has strapped on a ten inch cock-shaped dildo and she is going to stick it into your cunt and fuck you hard and fast.

Jen pushes the head of that dildo against your hot open slit. You squirm, but your movement only rubs your inner lips against the head lubricating it. She pushes it into your cunt.

She shoves all 10 inches into your hot, juicy hole. Your boyfriend has taken you a few times like this but, as wonderful a lover as he is and as magnificently endowed as he is, his cock has never filled you the way this intruding tool is filling you now.

Jen pulls almost all the way out and then plunges back in. The entire length of your love tunnel tingles. She pumps at your cunt. Your juices begin to flow again.

She pumps harder, faster, banging away at your open fuck hole.

You are going to cum again. Jen, fucking you with a dildo, is going to make you cum better than any man ever has. You don’t believe it at first. But you’re too consumed now to argue about it.

You buck, you push your cunt at this impaling rod, you push your tits against hers, all the time sucking the cum out of her panties.

Your start to cum and toss your head back and forth. Jen and I and the other woman laugh at your dildo-induced orgasm. Your cunt-fucker pulls out and plunges in deep and hard.

Jen pulls out and plunges in again to bring you to your climax. With every muscle tense, you finish cumming. Nothing moves except your cum flowing out past that rod and down your ass crack. Your cunt-fucker pulls out and I let go of your arms.

We don't have to hold you any more. You are limp from the two best creamings your cunt has ever had.

The other woman wants her crack at you. But I tell her it’s mine turn again.

I take the panties out of your mouth and stuff in my own again. You taste it once again.

The three of us turn you face down on the tiled floor. We let you rest your head on your folded arms. Jen and the other woman massage your back and then your ass cheeks. They pull your ass cheeks open and I rub a glob of grease on your ass pucker. You tense up, you have never let anyone put anything inside your tail.

Jen tells you that I am going to strap on the dildo and rape your tight ass. You squirm and shake your head NO. She tells you that you can barter your way out of an ass fuck. She tells you that I would be willing to trade my fucking your ass for you licking Jen’s cunt.

You hesitate, but then figure that it has to taste at least as good as the panties you have been sucking on. You nod your head; YES.

Jen moves in front of you and lays back spreading her cunt before you. She takes the panties out of your mouth and tells you to eat the real thing.

You inch your way forward and just as you get within reach, Jen grabs your head and pushes it against her clean shaven, and very juicy cunt.

The fragrance of her cunt overcomes any resistance you have and you plunge your tongue between her smooth wet lips to search out her cream.

The other woman tells you how to eat a cunt. How to lick Jen’s lips, how to stick your tongue in and out to fuck her hole, how to rub your tongue against her clit, and finally how to suck at her clit to make her cum.

You make her cum, you lap at her flowing cream like a hot lesbian bitch.

After you have licked Jen’s cunt clean, she moves behind you and the cunt-licker moves in front offering her cunt for a licking. You plead with us, not to make you lick any more cunts.

The other girl puts her greased finger against your tight ass pucker and pushes in. She gets it in to the first knuckle and starts to twist her finger around, lubricating your asshole. She tells you to eat any cunt put in front of you or they will fuck your ass. We will ALL fuck your ass.

Your tight ass is thoroughly fucked. You lick, you suck, you tongue fuck Jen and me and the other girl. You make her cum and again you lap up every drop of cream that oozes out of her cunt hole while Jen and I watch.

Now, the cunt-fucker spreads her cunt in front of you and you dive into her equally clean-shaven cunt. There is no hesitation in your cunt licking now. You are so involved in making our cunts cum and eating our cream that you don't notice that the girl now has her entire finger in your ass.

The cunt-licker puts her hand under you and starts to rub your clittie. The girl you are licking begins to cum and you lap at her flowing cream.

When you have her licked clean you realized that your cunt and ass are getting fingered and that you are going to cum again. You plead with Jen and me to stop, but your orgasm peaks and you collapse on that freshly eaten cunt.

The other girl takes the remnants of your panties and stuffs them into your cunt to soak up your love juice. After you have recovered from your finger fuck, the three of us take the panties out of your cunt and stuff them into your mouth.

Jen and I take your arms and pull you to your knees. We hold you so that you are leaning forward supported by them. We squeeze and pinch your round, firm tits. The third girl gets behind you and pushes the head of that dildo against your loosened ass pucker. You shake your head NO, but she pushes the head in anyway. You try to resist but you have been sufficiently stretched and lubricated that the head slips past your sphincter muscle and into your virgin ass.

Jen and I hold you like this for a few moments, a fake cock head in your ass, the two of us squeezing your tits, your own cum-soaked panties in your mouth.

The ass-fucker reaches around you and puts her hands down into your crotch. With one hand she finds and rubs your erect little clit. With the other, she slips a finger into your creamy cunt hole. Holding onto your cunt, she pushes that shaft up your ass. It fills you completely. You have never had any sensation like this before.

It hurts, it pleases, you push back and your ass opens up to take that dildo all the way in. She starts to fuck your ass. There is a lot more friction in your tail than in your cunt and you can feel that cock head move the entire length of your rear tunnel.

Her fingers at your cunt rub and probe and your juices flow again.

Jen and I squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples. Soon you are drenched in sweat and when your orgasm hits, it overwhelms you.

You collapse against the two of us, completely satisfied with the sexual pleasures Jen and I have forced upon you.

We lower you to the floor and move away for a moment.

I return. I kneel between your open legs. I spread your reddened ass cheeks, and push the dildo into your ass again. You offer no resistance. You take that cock shaped tool into you and fall off into a screaming sexual daze.

Jen fucks your ass until the movement makes her cum.

The other girl straps on the dildo and takes her turn at fucking your ass.

When you wake up, you find yourself stark naked, spread out on the floor of the rest room. Your hands are tied to the posts of the stalls, while your legs are held up and open, your ankles tied to different sinks. You can still taste the salty sweet cum on the panties in your mouth. Your cunt and ass are loose enough and lubricated enough to take anything, and Jen and I have left you two mementos: dildos in both your cunt and ass.

The encounter was rough… but it excited you… filled you… fulfilled you.

Moments later, you recover. And you think to yourself….

“Mmmmmm, Laura, you know how to make me cream. Jen does too. You both do. And you both do it so well. Fuck my ass, Laura. Make me feel you inside with your strap-on, fucking my ass fast and then slowly grind me inside and hear my moans of lust and joy. I want Jen and I want you, Laura, both inside of me. I want it bad, honey. I want your clit pressed hard against mine while I throb like crazy, as you grind your wetness of your sweetness with mine, until you fuck me so good Laura that I cum, hard for you.”

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Sweet Music: The Moans of Masturbation

2008-02-03T21:52:39Z

I love to masturbate. I really do. Whether with someone or not, I masturbate at least once a day. Toys, vibes, or my own fingers… it doesn’t matter. Sometimes, when the mood strikes me, I enjoy masturbating for my partner. I like the idea of being watched as I touch myself. I think it’s the facial expressions, the body language, the look in their eyes as they see me nearing orgasm. Other times, my partner and I will masturbate together. I also enjoy watching my partner masturbate. The idea of talking to them or telling them what to do is a real turn-on for me.

Your nights lay silent
Save for the moans of masturbation
That breathlessly escape your lips
In cries that echo a sweet surrender
When you open yourself to me.

Pretend your fingers
Are my own…
Welcome their slightest touch,
These fingers of fulfillment,
When they tease the tender folds
Of your eager flesh,
Swollen hard with desire,
Begging to be possessed.

See me with your mind,
Feel me with your thoughts,
Be warmed by the heat
Radiating from your core.
Give yourself to me…
Wholly and completely…
Let me guide you to a passion beyond words…

Feel me cupping your spot
And, with thumb and forefinger,
Rubbing the rubbery folds of your lips
As they cry out for my touch.

Your eyes are like fiery coals
But they are closed…
It’s the only way you can see me now.
Then, see me…

Fix your gaze
And look upon me well…
Watch as I slip off my panties
How they slide down my thighs.
I am showered and smooth,
Lotioned,
And lubed
With nothing more
Than the thought of you.
I’m seated on that leather chair,
My left knee raised,
My foot resting on the cushioned seat,
My right leg thrown aside.
Is the door closed?
Wouldn’t want any “interruptions” now, would we?
Mmmmm…
I knew you’d say that.
No… you cannot see me,
But I can see you.
You’re excited, aren‘t you?
How wonderfully erect your nipples are for me…
But we won’t use the clothespins….
Not even on your hard and precious nub...
Not tonight.
Come on now… don’t pout.
Moisten your finger
And trace circles around those naughty folds.
Feels good, doesn’t it, my love?
Pinch them a bit for me, will you, baby?
Mmmmmmm.
There… that‘s better.
Be a good girl,
And let me mind-guide you
To an all-consuming passion,
For I am your lighthouse
And the light you were made to follow.
Open yourself…
Invite me in…
Welcome my embrace…
Be with me…
Lay naked with me…
Close your eyes…
Relax and let go…
Surrender to your emotions…
Breathe with me…
In slow… measured breaths…
I know…
Your eyes are closed
And you cannot see me,
But you know you can feel me,
And you want that…
You want to feel me, don’t you?
Then bid them enter, my fingers,
These instruments of your unmet love,
When they probe deep inside
Your hungry sex,
Unsated and starved
For what it needs most.
Invite them to ravage you
Like the slut you want to be,
Penetrate, impale you
With a passion unknown,
Slowly at first…
A fingertip, no more,
Feathery Touches….
And in short teasing strokes…
Then…
Oh yes….
As your pulse quickens
And you gasp for air,
And your heart thrums
With an undiscovered urgency
That cannot be denied,
Then
Swim in the wetness your lust has created,
Listen to its sound
As it gurgles hot in the magna
Of a mind and body meant for more.
Mmmmmmm…
Arch into your ardor,
Ride it,
Grind against it,
Meet its thrusts with your own,
Buck
Like an untamed pony
Begging to be bridled.
Untamed urges yearning for release…
Lips Tasting, a tongue swirling…
So incredibly sweet…
Fingers probing and hands exploring…
Painted kisses and delicious licks…
Mmmmmmmm….
Caressing, Cuddling, Fondling…
Sooooo nice…
Sooo very nice…
Teasing and playing…
More… More…
Your senses alive…
Your whole body trembling…
Deeper…harder…faster its strokes…
In and out…
In and out…
In and out…
Yes… that’s it…
The hand you guided
Enslaves you now…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster….
Again… and again..
Throw your arm back
Raise it overhead
As you grope for the pillow
To anchor your ache.
Yes… that’s it…
Don’t stop… Don’t stop…
Thrusting,
Pounding,
Penetrating…
Undulating faster… and faster…
Deeper...
Harder...
Again and again...
Oooooh… Oooooh…
Passion’s lava surging to the surface…
Oh Yes… Oh Yes…
Bursting…
Spurting…
Yes… Oh Yes…
Erupting in a white hot flow of ecstasy…
Oooooooh my god….
Ooooooh….
Oh Yes….
Ooooooh…
You're cumming now,
Aren't you, my love?
Then cum for me,
Call out my name
As it consumes you ---
Querida...
Say it ---
Querida...
Scream it ---
Querida...
Querida...
Querida...
Cum for me, my love....
Cum for Querida.
Collapse in an exquisite exhaustion…
Your creamy wetness…
Those clusters of white jelly
Cascading down your thighs.
Your nights lay silent
Save for the moans of masturbation
That breathlessly escape your lips
When you open yourself to me
And pretend your fingers
Are my own…
From now on,
I want you to cum for me like this every day.
The idea of it excites you,
Doesn’t it, my love?
It excites me too.

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Friends without benefits? Benefits without friends?

2008-02-03T04:10:38Z

Anyone up for some friends without benefits, ot benefits without friends? We could have no sex with lots of strings attached. Or perhaps no sex and attach the strings to other people. I'll be your fuck-enemy. You can fuck me then really really not like me if you want. Then you can attach strings to me just to frustrate me. I'll let you not fuck me, call me up and say "HEY BUDDY!" and say that it was beneficial for both of us. But then you must let me throw string at you. I'll let you be my pal without any play. We could even play without being pals of course. I'll even be in your nonpoly non amorous relationship with you.

I'll take it anyway I can get it.

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First Meeting

2008-01-31T02:44:38Z

The wait seemed like forever, but the night of our first meeting finally came. You and Jon arrived first.

Each of you takes turns glancing at the time every few minutes and wondering if I’ll really show up. The anticipation you both felt when you left the house for our planned first meeting is slowly turning into doubt and disappointment.

Then, I walk into the restaurant, a bit disheveled and more than nervous myself. The maitre d’ escorts me to your table. You look up from your drink and are the first to see me.

Our eyes lock on contact and we exchange smiles. As beautiful as the pictures you posted were, they pale in comparison to the way you look as we greet each other with a kiss and hug. Jon stands to welcome me but my own eyes are still focused on you. I apologize for my lateness with an I-told-you-so about my poor sense of direction as he invites me to join you.

The two of us are seated and with your husband sitting between us. We are dressed in our sexy best and, of course, as arranged, neither of us is wearing any panties.

Jon orders a drink for me and the first few minutes are spent on polite small talk -- the traffic, our jobs, the weather, that sort of thing. I’m talking to the both of you but you can’t help but notice that my eyes remain fixed on you.

It takes surprisingly little time for all three of us to feel comfortable and at ease with one another. Laughter replaces the periods of awkward silence that marked those first few minutes.

Soon, we are both flirting with Jon but we're flirting with one another even more. Some of the other patrons are staring... but it's only because they're envious... and it's a real turn on. Others are pretending to not look but we catch their secret peeks. And all are dying to see what will happen next.

At one point, you and I lean across your husband and join hands, then kiss one another softly.

Mmmmmm.

Jon says something funny and we both giggle. The he puts an arm around each of us and squeezes us to him.

Almost at the same time, you and I lower a hand beneath the table and begin gently rubbing Jon's thigh. He is embarrassed at first, his face turns a bit red, but then other reactions quickly take over and he‘s feeling kind of special. Pretty soon, there more hands are under the table than on top of it.

The music plays at one point and I urge the two of you to get up to dance. Neither of you wants to leave me alone at the table, especially Jon. He’s got a tremendous erection and, like a kid in high school, is trying desperately to hide it.

But I prevail.

The two of you dance. At one point, you break away from Jon, whose erection is only a bit less prominent by this time, and return to the table to get me.

Taking my hand, you lead me back to the dance floor where Jon puts an arm on the small of my back and presses me toward him. I could feel his cock pressed against me… and it felt good.

Back at the table moments later, dinner is served. You and I playfully take turns offering a fork to Jon’s mouth. As soon as he opens wide to accept it, we teasingly pull it away and tell him he must be a good boy if he expects any dessert.

The interplay continues, only now it’s you and me who are teasing one another. We take turns rolling and flicking our tongues and there’s no mistake about its significance. The other diners notice it too.

The three of us are soon immersed in “naughty” conversation. Jon removes a digital camera from his coat pocket, aims it at the two of us, and clicks. He does this a few more times, and pretty soon you and I find ourselves playfully posing, holding hands, hugging, kissing, that sort of thing. He makes a joke about later on and all three of us erupt into laughter.

The other diners were well aware of our naughty antics beneath the table but our hands are above the table now and in plain view... and it’s almost impossible for them to pretend they aren’t watching us.

You crack a joke about being stuck to the chair and we again erupt into laughter. The truth of it was, both you and I were indeed “stuck” to our seats.

There is a warmth beyond the effects of the drinks. We all feel it. And there is an undeniable wetness as well. This was just supposed to be a first, “meet-and-greet”, “get-to-know-one-another” meeting… but it’s already obvious that the evening will turn out to be much more than that.

Jon reserved a room for us. It came as no surprise. We all knew it would happen. It’s what we dreamed of since our first e-mails.

He sensed we wanted some private time together and, secure in his own masculinity, gave us the room for a while.

A combination of good wine and good conversation had done its work. The moment had come.

Now alone, you and I stood face to face. Our eyes locked on contact. Our hearts thrummed with anticipation. Our bodies shivered with a hot and cold delight neither of us had known before.

We held hands and exchanged wordless smiles. The nervousness we felt earlier had long since been replaced by an excited calm.

We drew nearer. You swept away an errant tendril from my face, then gently stroked my cheek. How soft your hand felt. How pricelessly soft. I caught it in my own and kissed it.

With a forefinger, I lightly traced the outline of your lips, pausing only to accept the kiss you planted on my fingertip. You closed your eyes and in that instant I cupped your face and kissed you.

Mmmmmmm. So nice.

My tongue swirled against yours. And the feeling was electric. You returned the kiss and embraced me. Our bodies pressed together as if one, and I felt the heat of your body as you felt the heat of mine.

You seemed to know what I wanted and turned around so I could unzip the back of your dress. It opened all the way down, just above the tan line of your butt cheeks. How sexy it was.

I slipped my hands inside the dress and encircled you for a moment. How warm your body was to my touch.

MMMmmmmmm.

Still, not a word passed between us.

I hooked my thumbs beneath the spaghetti straps of your silk chiffon and, one at a time, slid them off your shoulders. Your breasts, so wonderfully full, freed from their lycra cocoon, welcomed my caress. How beautiful they were. How perfect. And how perfect your nipples which stood at attention when I squeezed them playfully between my fingers.

With a tug, your dress tumbled to the carpet and, like a blossom, gathered in folds at your feet. You stepped out of it and, with a good-riddance kick that made us both laugh, sent it hurling into an unlit corner of the room.

Naked except for your heels, you gazed expectantly into my eyes. And I beheld your beauty. All of it.

It was as though it was my first time as well. A shudder raced down my spine. A wonderful warmth and wetness radiated from between my legs.

I spun around in slow motion, kind of like a pirouette. And soon felt the force of your fingers unfastening my dress. Like you, I’d worn no bra. And, like you, my nipples came erect at once and my breasts beckoned your touch.

Mmmmmm. How excited it made me.

The both of us nude, we were like kids at the moment of self-discovery. I cast a loving eye on your loveliness, touching you, exploring you, and memorizing your body. You allowed my hand to travel the length of your body and come to rest on the sweet curve of your buttocks.

Mmmmm. How soft it was.

I couldn’t resist the temptation to toyfully spank you. A few innocent pats and you giggled like a naughty school girl. And I grew more adventurous.

You seemed startled at first and gasped for air, but didn’t mind it when my finger slid along the valley between your cheeks.

Mmmmmm. How deliciously inviting it was.

I took your hand and placed it on the curve of my hip, I saw you smile and felt you relax. You caressed me all over and I loved it.

We stood there, lost in the breathless moment and at the same time, excited by it.

I suggested we bathe together and you nodded your approval. We even joked about those schoolgirl poses Jon took of you and wondered if we should call him to take some of the two of us. Not now, we decided. Now was just for us.

Moments later, I sat behind you in a sudsy tub of scented water, my legs on either side of yours. You fell back against me, pressed into my awaiting breasts, and I slipped my arms around you. My outstretched tongue painted wet brush strokes on your ear lobe and then the soft underside of your neck.

MMMmmmmm.

With slow, circling motions I passed the sponge over your magnificent breasts, gingerly flicking at your nipples with my fingertips. I lowered my hands and lingered on the flat plateau of your tummy, then leaned my cheek against yours and reached lower still.

You squirmed a bit but allowed me entrance. How soft, how wet, how delightfully responsive you were.

Mmmmmm.

Time seemed timeless. How gloriously erotic it was. How precious the feel of you.

I helped you out of the bath and patted you dry with a fluffy white terry. And then you did the same to me.

The hotel provided complimentary robes but we didn’t need them. We waited too long for this moment and would not be denied.

Naked, we exited the bathroom and, with arms around each other, crossed into the bedroom. I eased you onto the bed and lay you on your tummy. Your head rested on your folded arms as I retrieved the perfumed oils from the travel bag I brought.

I joined you on the bed and sat astride you. Dripping a portion of the oil on your back, I massaged it into your skin. How soft your body felt under my touch.

MMMmmm. How soft it was. How silky.

A few moments later I dismounted and focused my attention on the rest of your body. Your feet. Your legs. Your thighs. Your butt…. Especially your butt.

Mmmmmm.

Without waiting for my signal, you flipped over and offered yourself to me. Mmmmmm. Your whole body glistened with the oil… so slippery… so seductively slippery.

I began at your feet, kissing your toes with my tongue… then running my hands along the line of your legs… the tender inside of your thighs… and came to rest on that beautiful triangle. I pressed my face against it and drank you.

Mmmmmm. How delicious you tasted. How irresistibly delicious.

Your pulse quickened. So did my own. I knew I had to have you… and I knew you wanted it too.

You drew me to your breasts… those magnificent breasts, and I took as much of each as I could into my mouth… sometimes sucking on your nipples, sometimes biting them.

I felt the warmth of your hands, the command of your fingers, the wetness of your lips and tongue on me… all over me… touching me where I longed to be touched… caressing me … probing me into near oblivion… exploring me to the point of ecstasy...

Mmmmmmm… and I ached for more and more of you.

I arched myself into your body and felt you press against me. The feeling went beyond words. You welcomed and received me.

MMMmmmmm. How you welcomed and received me.

The hot magma of desire surged steadily to the surface. We both felt it. And we both wanted it.

Mmmmmmm. How we wanted it.

The pounding of our hearts beat as one and both were about to burst. We lost ourselves in one another, feeling nothing but the pent up feelings about to be realized.

The heat of our bodies seared the senses. Breasts against breasts. Nipples against nipples. Thighs against thighs. Clit against clit. Rubbing and rubbing. Writhing and writhing, Faster and faster. Hotter and hotter.

The eruption of pleasure could be sluiced no longer. It spewed forth like a volcano and we collapsed into a heavenly exhaustion.

But we knew this night of exploration had just begun. Jon had been patient long enough… and now it was time to welcome him properly.

All sense of inhibition vanished. We lay alone and loved each other. Like a couple on its honeymoon, we frolicked on the bed for another hour or so.

We didn’t know it, of course, but Jon had already come back to the room. He stepped into the shower to refresh himself, then wrapped one of the complimentary terry robes about him.

He stood silently at the bedroom entrance and watched us. A naughty smile crept across his face and he felt himself grow hard. Tiny beads of sweat mingled with the clusters of shower water sliding down his chest.

In a way, we sensed your husband’s presence before we actually saw him.
Then, we broke our embrace and smiled.

“Hi Baby,” you said with a charitable but naughty wink. “Why don’t you come join us?”

“Yes, Jon, join us,” I echoed with equal charity, then slid to one side of the bed. “There’s plenty of room.”

At that instant, you looked at your husband, smiled, and leaned forward to kiss me, swirling your tongue against mine.

Jon saw the chemistry between us at work. He knew his time would come... And he also knew to not rush it.

“It’s a tempting offer,” he laughed. “But if you ladies don’t mind, I’d like to sit and watch for a while.”

“That’s my husband,” you joked, “Isn’t he wonderful?”

I nodded a broad, wordless smile.

He politely declined our offer to slip between us. Instead, he ensconced himself in the chair nearest the bed.

“Please… don’t let me interrupt you. Just pretend I’m not here. Continue what you were doing.”

Neither of us really wanted him there but the sight of him being turned on as we watched us turned us on even more.

I “examined” your body.

“God, Jon, Amy is so beautiful… and so sexy. But you already know that, don’t you?”

His face fully flushed, the air conditioning failed to cool the heat that was surging through Jon’s body. A few more minutes of this and he knew he’d need another shower.

Jon crossed his legs as he sat. The white terry fell away at the folds and exposed the lower portion of his naked body. His erection, quite obvious, poked upward from the now tent-like robe. At first, he tried to cover himself, then quickly reconsidered.

God it was so big.

Neither you nor I needed much prompting and quickly resumed our playtime. Our bodies locked in an embrace that would not be broken. Our hands freely explored the other’s most sensitive places.

Fully aware of our special audience, we positioned ourselves to afford Jon the best view possible. And, judging from the sweat rivering down his forehead, he was most appreciative.

“It’s okay, Baby,” you said to him. “She’s pretty, isn’t she? You can stroke yourself if you want.”

“But not too much,” I said with manufactured humor. “You’ve got to save some of that for later.”

“For us,” you added. “For the two of us.”

Jon could not believe it was you who was talking that way. But he loved it. With that, he sneaked a hand beneath the terry. How wonderfully large his erection had grown.

“Oh, my, do you need a license to carry that thing around with you?” I kidded.

You broke in before he could reply. “And he knows how to use it too.”

“MMMmmmmmm,” I cooed.

“ I think he likes you, Laura,” you said with a smile as your hand cupped my breast. “I like you too.”

Minutes later, we climbed into a sixty-nine position. At first, I was on top with you beneath me. Then, we switched. God, Amy, how good it felt to hold you like that. How wonderfully sweet you tasted. I just couldn’t get enough of you.

It soon became clear, however, that Jon would not be content to just watch.

“Hey, Baby, why don’t you show Laura the new toy I bought you.”

“MMMmmmmm, toy time” I giggled. “I love to play with toys.”

You nodded agreement. With a gentle pat on your pretty bottom, I sent you off. You climbed off the bed, and crossed to the dresser.

My legs drawn up, I lay on my side, propping myself on an elbow. With the other hand, I gently caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

The sway of your hips and the soft bounce of your butt cheeks caught my eye… and I had to touch myself again.

MMMmmmmm.

Poor Jon. His eyes flitted from you to me, to you, to me, and back again. He didn’t where to look first. The husband must have felt like he was a spectator at a tennis match.

But we knew where to look. We were fixed on one another.

I watched as you retrieved an assortment of plastic packages from your overnight bag. Dildoes, strap-ons, clitoral and anal stimulators, vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, ticklers --- you must have bought every item the store offered. The collection cradled in your outstretched hands, you brought them over to Jon.

“Which one, Baby?” you asked.

Your husband’s busy hand came out from under the robe and, with an index finger, pointed. “How about this one?”

You placed the rest at the foot of the chair and raised the selected one toward me. “You like?”

It was a magnificent double-ended dildo. Its soft red jelly-vinyl measured almost 24 inches in length.

“MMMmmmmm,” I sighed. “I like. I like very much.”

You broke the plastic seal and freed it from its packaging. Jon reached down and handed you a small bottle of lube. You applied liberal amounts to the phallus, closing your hand around its gentle ripples and stroking it as Jon large hand resumed its own busy work beneath the robe.

Kissing Jon on the forehead, you placed your own hand over his and squeezed his erection before returning to the bed.

I sat eagerly upright as you slid beside me. You took one of the dildo and put it into your mouth. Jon and I looked on as your tongue painted its head with wet brush strokes. Then you handed it to me and I took the other end into my mouth. As I sucked on the opposite head, the corner of my eye was focused on him. The robe had all but come completely undone under the motion of his hand.

“Why don’t you just take it off, Jon,” I said. “We’re all friends here… and this is certainly no time to be shy.”

You chimed in. “Yeah, Baby, take it off. Let Laura see what you got.”

Jon stood up. He untied the already loose sash of the white terry and let the robe fall to the floor. That wonderfully large and deliciously erect specimen of his sprang into view.

It was immediately clear from the slight stubble around his cock and balls that he had recently shaved around that area.

“MMMmmmm. Nice,” I purred playfully. “Did you shave it just for me?”
“He likes that way,” you cut in. “I do too.” Then you turned your attention to him.

“Stroke it for her, Baby. Let her see how you stroke it.”

Jon approached the bed and took a corner of it. His focus, however, remained riveted on the dildo in my hand.

I gently lowered you onto your back, your head resting on the oversized pillow. You bent your knees and opened for me.

I offered the dildo to Jon. He placed his hand over mine and together we slipped it inside you. MMMmmmm. You moaned with the first gentle penetration but instantly wanted more… and, within seconds, your own hand overlapped ours and quickened the pace.

I straddled you, face to face, my legs open and interlocked with yours. Slowly, I slid myself forward. Jon, whose hand remained on the dildo, eased it inside me. And it was wonderful.

Your husband released his grip and fell off to the side, seeking out your breasts with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. He slid the other beneath you and played with your butt.

Our bodies chose a cadence, as we pushed forward and withdrew, pushed forward and withdrew.

MMMmmm. God, Amy, it felt so good.

We fucked each other into oblivion. You turned you head toward Jon and accepted his engorged cock into your mouth as you accepted the dildo in your pussy.

You sucking brought him to the edge but you wouldn’t allow him to cum though. Not yet.

You whispered something to your husband and he immediately inched toward me. My own mouth found his throbbing cock and welcomed it. And all the time you and I kept fucking each other.

The pace grew to dizzying heights.

You removed the double-ended dildo and, on hands and knees, crept toward me. I opened myself for you and you buried you face into my flesh.

MMMmmmm. How wonderful you felt, Amy How wonderfully wonderful.
Jon changed position and mounted you from behind. Each thrust was answered by a unnamed moan of delight that was muffled in between my legs. He pumped you harder and harder, and you loved it… but it was my attention you wanted. God, how you wanted it.

Delicious moments later, we changed positions. You lay back and opened for me and my tongue found you. Mmmmmm. So good, Amy. So good.

Jon moved behind me and, with your juices still dripping from his cock, penetrated me. God, he was so deep inside me, hun.

Your husband, his magnificent cock swelled with the rush of blood, pounded and pounded me and I pretended it was you. I felt the rhythmic slap of his balls against my ass and I was close to cumming again.

Jon disengaged from me and returned to you. God, how he wanted you. He was crazed with desire for you. He kept thrusting and thrusting his cock into your pussy as you concentrated on mine.

Mmmmmm.

Our movements reached a fever pitch. The magma that boiled just beneath the surface was surging toward a wonderful eruption. We all knew it. We all felt it.

But now it was just the two of us. You and me. And Jon knew that too.
He had known it all long.

Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. The pleasure between us became so intense it was nearly unbearable. We had reached the point of no return, Our bodies lurched forward. Shivered. Stiffened. Spasmed.

And then the hot magma of our passion could no longer be sluiced. It erupted into a lava flow that spurted everywhere. Inside me. Inside you. On our legs and thighs and tummies. On our faces. On our hands. All over our bodies…

The two of us collapsed into a stupor of exhaustion. Our bodies became entangled. Our legs intertwined. My face nestled against your wet pussy. My fingers teased at your nipple as you pressed me close.

Within seconds, the two of us were fast asleep. The exquisite exhaustion of our bodies and smiles of satisfaction on our faces said it all.

The staccato knocking at the door shortly afterward roused us.

“Come on in, Keya,” I called out and slyly winked at the two of you.

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Florida Hook-Ups

2008-01-30T09:47:10Z

A place for people in Florida to meet, chat, and hookup.

I am 28/male/central florida

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A Furnace Already Aflame

2008-01-29T13:46:37Z

I led her over to a chair but sat in it myself… instructed her to kneel before me. I spread my legs wide and ordered her to pleasure me. She smiled demurely but her fiery eyes burned as she buried her head in my core. Her long, wet tongue touched my nub… and the feeling proved electric… it was though a jolt of lightening struck me. I moaned as she began her task in earnest.

Her sucking and biting set my folds and my whole body afire. I wrapped my hands around her and held her head tight against me. Her hungry mouth engulfed me.

I told her to fuck me with her tongue and she stuck her tongue deeply into my burning hot pussy. I screamed as I came. I came hard and I came fast. My cum flowing out of me and covering her face. She lapped it up as if she were starving. As my orgasm subsided I pulled her to me again and kissed her long and hard, tasting me on her lips and tongue.

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Physical Builds

2008-01-23T19:01:25Z

Ever found yourself attracted to ladies or guys who're muscle bound?

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Hello!

2008-01-15T18:36:23Z

I am in east bay and would love to meet others in the area.

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