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Cathy Sexual Fantasy part2

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

She scrambled up onto her hands and knees, incidentally dislodging my
thick, hard, heavy cock from her bottom. I settled in behind her on my
knees and, using my right hand to aim it, forced my cock all the way up
her asshole again. With my hands on each side of her waist and my eyes
on the tight, wide, round curves of her buttocks, I started fucking her
ass with a long, slow, steady rhythm.

“Oh, Goss,” she said. “I might come any second now.”

“Finish the fantasy,” I demanded.

“OK,” she said. “The guy is slapping my breasts, really hurting me.
Then he says, ‘Lay her down, I’m going to spank her fat ass’ and the
guy behind me pulls me onto my back on the couch. He grabs my legs and
pulls them up over my head, which curves my back and raises up my robe,
leaving my bare bum hanging free, up in the air. The leader begins
spanking my bare bottom with his gloved hand, really hard.”

Abruptly, Cathie stopped talking and began pushing her ass back into
my thighs, rising up on her knees on the couch. “Oh, Goss,” she said.
“Oh Goss, fuck my bum really hard. It feels so good tonight. Fuck me
hard, Goss. Fuck my ass really hard! It’s never felt this good!”

I found myself pounding my cock into her asshole, my thighs slapping
onto her pliant buttocks.

“The leader spanks my bare bum for a long time,” she said. “He spanks
me until my ass is red and burning hot. Ah, Goss, he spanks my bum and
he spanks it and he spanks it, really hard. I’ve never had such a bad
spanking in my whole life.”

It occurs to me what she is describing is slightly similar to what I’m
doing at that very moment with my thighs.

“Then what?” I ask desperately.

“He stops spanking me after half an hour and he tells the other guy, ‘I’m
going to fuck this whore in the ass until she can’t sit down for a week.
Then you can fuck her ass too’ and the guy who’s holding my legs up in the
air grunts or something. The next thing I know, the leader has his pants
down and he’s kneeling on the couch and he’s holding my legs with his
arms and shoulders and I can feel his big cock jamming into my asshole.
Without any lubrication or anything he shoves his cock all the way up
my bum and it burns and burns. Then he starts fucking my ass and there’s
nothing I can do about it except lay there and take it.”

“What about the other guy?” I ask out of curiosity. My erection feels
like it’s a piece of wood, no real sensation, and I continue fucking
Cathie’s ass.

“Oh, oh,” she gasps. “The big guy sticks his cock in my mouth.
It’s upside down because my head is pulled back and he’s behind me.
He makes me suck on his cock and move my tongue around all over it,
all the time the leader is fucking me in the ass.”

I felt a very strange sensation in my loins about that time and I pushed
and I wiggled and I squeezed my cock as far up Cathie’s ass as it would
go. Then I held it there, more or less motionless, the circumcised head
feeling like it was floating in air. It was a very erotic feeling.

“I’m about to come like an ocean,” Cathie said calmly, her head scrunched
down into a pillow at the head of the couch and her hind end stuck up
into the air.

“Finish the fucking fantasy,” I pleaded.

“The leader finally comes in my bum,” she said. “I can feel him squirting
and squirting inside me. After awhile he pulls his cock out and they
force me onto my knees on the carpet. The big guy, who has a very big
cock, pushes it into my bum and it hurts! He bumfucks me for a long,
long time. When he finally comes, his cock lifts me right off the floor
up into the air.”

“Is it over?” I pleaded with Cathie. “Is the fantasy over yet?”

“No,” Cathie breathed. “No, Goss. Actually, when I’m masturbating with
this fantasy, I don’t have an orgasm until the next part.”

“Jeeze! What’s the next part?” I ask, my cock quivering in her ass.

“They roll me onto my back,” Cathie continued. “Then the leader pees on
me, all over my body. When he’s finished, the big guy puts his cock in
my mouth and pees. He makes me drink his pee. Then I come.”

At that moment I felt an explosion of twitching, spasming, rock hard
muscles squeezing my cock. Instinctively, I instantly yanked my cock
out of Cathie’s asshole and she farted and screamed long and loud.
I assumed the sudden removal of my cock had intensified her orgasm.
She fell onto her belly and twisted and twitched for a long, long time.

When she was finished, I grabbed my cock with my right hand and pumped
it exactly twice. I had an intense spasm and watched my sperm shoot out
of the tip of my cock and splatter all over Cathie’s bare ass. And again.
And again. And again. Finally, I collapsed beside her on the couch.

My fogged mind heard my voice saying, “Let’s keep it down to one fantasy
a night from now on, OK, Cath? This is gonna kill me.”

Camping Fantasy part2

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

letting me lick her finger. She puts her hand against my jaw and chin in
preparation for a kiss, and she’s suprised too by the wetness on my face.
“Is that all me?” She asks.
“Now who else would it be, mizz creamy thighs?”
It’s then that she realizes that her thighs are moist with her own come,
now that the glow is fading. I reach over, catching her hand brushing the
inside of her thigh, testing the wetness, and bring it to my lips. As I lick
her fingers, I say to her, “You were wet from the start. You’ve been plan-
ning this for a while, haven’t you? What else have you been planning?”
Her reply again takes me by suprise. Without saying a word, she pushes
me onto my back, and begins to suck my cock with abandon. Her head is
bobbing up and down, and I feel her fingers lightly caressing my balls. Not
being too incredibly stupid, I ask no more questions, but I’m spellbound
watching her gulp my rod with fevor.
She stops sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft
right where I’m the most sensitive. Then, using her hand on my saliva coat-
ed cock to continue my pleasure, she looks at me with an impish gleem in her
eye. “I want to suck you off tonight. I want you to come as much as you can
in my mouth. I want to taste your come and feel it running down my neck.
Then I want you to eat my pussy while I suck you hard again. After that I
want you to fuck my cunt from behind while you grab my tits. I want you to
fuck me all night.”
I moan just before she leans over and kisses me, thrusting her tounge into
my mouth. My fingers find her nipples and I give them a pinch and tug to
let her know she’s got me where she wants me. She moves and straddles my
legs, letting her breasts lean down and touch my rock hard cock. Her hands
jerk my cock against her soft warm breasts, and I can see them wriggle with
her movements.
Her lusty whispers again; “You’d like me to jack you off on my tits
wouldn’t you? You’d love to shoot your jism all over me. That’s what you
want, isn’t it? To shoot your hot come all over my tits?”
“Uh-huh.” is all I can reply. I’m hers, totally spellbound by her lusty
and earthy talk. I couldn’t leave now even if a bear showed up in the tent.
Her mouth descends again onto my shaft, making soft noises of wetness. It
is her eagerness to please me that has me so aroused that my cock feels like
it will burst. Without taking her mouth away, she moves herself to my side,
the two of us forming a slightly bent “tee”. I hear a rustling sound in the
tent and I realize she’s reaching for something. I know what it is, and
when her hand reaches between her thighs, I take the large dildo from her
and slide it into her pussy. A gasping moan comes from somewhere in the
darkness, and I feel a renewed attack on my loins. Roughly, I plunge the
dildo into her soft flesh, feeling her hips move back each time to meet my
thrusts. On the fifth push, I place my hand at the base and let her lean
back into it, taking it as deep as she wants. Her hips almost touch the
floor of the tent as her greedy twat tries to draw it deeper.
Her hand comes back and grabs my wrist, taking my hand away from it’s
present duty, placing it instead on one of her tits. Understanding I begin
to squeeze and pull on her nipple. I notice her other hand has now moved
between her thighs and she’s using the dildo herself. “She doesn’t want me
worrying about her orgasm” I think to myself.
Fatigue takes its toll, and I suggest she roll over on her back. As she
does, her hand never leaves my cock. As she lays down, she takes the moment
to encourge me by saying “Oh I you to fill my mouth. Fill it with
your hot creamy cum. Give it to me.”
The sight of this naked woman, trying her damndest to please me, and at
the same time telling me she wants me to come in her mouth is more than I
can take. As her mouth encircles my cock, I feel the volcanic rise and
tingle of my orgasm. As her tounge licks under the head, the first sprut
rushes into her mouth, followed quickly by another, then another. Her hand
pulls my cock out as another gush of cream splashes against her lips and
chin. She slides up underneath me and half sits up, bringing her tits up to
my still gushing rod. More come leaps from my cock, landing on her heaving
breasts, as she cups one hand under her right nipple and forces the next
spurt into her palm. As I watch in a complete stupor, she tries to milk the
last of the come from my cock into her palm. Then she sucks me into her mouth
and rubs her palm against her nipples.
I collapse in a heap, still watching her as she plunges the dildo into
her pussy. Taking my cue from her mood tonight, I lean forward and spread
her lips, tounging back the hood of her clit. I look up to her, seeing her
face contorted by impending orgasm, and pause to give her some of her own
treatement. “I’d love to shoot some nice hot jism on your clit right now.”
This was just what she wanted, and her thighs close and her hips rise as her
orgasm arrives. My mouth automatically closes on her clit, feeling the
vibrations in it, my tounge trying to prolong it for her.
The next five minutes are spent in saying “thank you!” to each other using
gentle kisses and caresses. Both of us enjoying the warm afterglow that
always follows our lovemaking.
“I gotta pee.” She says, and we both giggle, knowing that this means a
trip outside and some rather primitive conditions. She gets up and quietly
unzips the tent, peering outside as if she expected a crowd. Then up and
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Thursday, May 14th, 2009

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Friday, May 1st, 2009

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Sunday, April 12th, 2009

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Friday, April 10th, 2009

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Preggy Gallery 6

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

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preggy sex letter story

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

This is just the tail-end of a conversation that took place over the net
with a another author (female) when discussing one of my stories, and
one of hers. I thought it might be appropriate to this newsgroup.
It also somewhat explains my story-writing style, and somewhat answers
those who accuse me of being a danger to young girls. As I have explained
before, my fantasy is not to fuck some young girl. It’s to BE said young
girl, getting fucked. Yes: and even knocked up.

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>Sure… send it my way. Like I said… I remember pregnancy… I wished HE
>would have found me attractive then… of course, I looked and felt like a
>beached whale…
>
Gee. . . Sounds like my wife felt.
I was looking at her, so radiantly pregnant, and so gorgeous,
and she was complaining that she looked FAT!
To me, a glowingly pregnant woman is the most beautiful thing
in the world. It gave me a constant hard-on, and she couldn’t
understand it. The other thing that it did, is make me envious.
God! how I wished that I could take her place for a while.
(So did she, and she told me so. . . repeatedly.)

I always have fantasies about being a girl, and getting and being
pregnant. If I was a girl, I probably would have been knocked-up
at age-11, and continuously pregnant since then, during the times
I wasn’t nursing. I guess, it’s really a good thing I WASN’T born
a girl. Anyway, that’s why so many of my stories involve
little girls fucking their fathers. Where else would they even have
a chance, that someone who really loved them, was the one who got
them pregnant? (This always assumes that the little girl seduces
the man, not vice-versa, as usually happens in real-life. Oh well,
that’s why it’s a story.)

Practicing Birth-Control part3

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

stuff.
Joe stood there behind my big sister, shuddering for a
moment, and then finally he pulled out. A big bulge of white
made the condom sag, while white foam circled my big brother’s
prick. If not for that latex barrier, we all knew that Betty
Jean would probably be carrying yet another baby; this time by
her big brother. What a sexy thought.
Daddy seemed to think so. With a bellow that echoed Joe’s,
my father suddenly jammed his big prick up my ass as far as it
would go. For a second, it HURT, but knowing my father was
filling my ass with his warm sticky seed was enough to get me off
too. Not that the feeling of his prick massaging my prostate
from the inside would have let me hold off very long anyway.

3

My prick exploded into Sue Ann’s tight little hole, and she
grabbed both Daddy and me in a death-grip, as I was almost
squashed between them.
For a moment or two, it was almost as though Daddy was
fucking my little sister right through me. Daddy’s prick would
expand in my behind, and as I felt his sperm squirt in me, I
would send a responding squirt into my little sister. Squirt
after squirt. It felt like Daddy’s sperm would go right through
my body, into the base of my prick, and then ripple through the
tube on the bottom until it ended up being deposited in the
little girl’s womb where it belonged.
Daddy was just emptying the last sticky drops into me, and I
was doing the same thing to my little sister, when Momma came in
from the kitchen to tell us all that breakfast was ready.
“My God,” she exclaimed in mock disgust, “Don’t you kids do
anything but fuck?” “What kind of sex-maniacs have I been
raising around here anyway?” she asked, taking in her two oldest
daughters, obviously both freshly screwed, with their father’s
seed still drooling obscenely out of the eldest, and the sticky
mess on the other matching the wilting rubber-covered cock on her
eldest son. To top it, Daddy, Sue Ann and I were still coupled
like three dogs, while Mary Beth was licking the juncture of our
thighs, and a white gob dripping out of her tight little slit
showed she hadn’t been sexually neglected that morning either.
Two little naked kids watched the whole thing, while still
playing with each other’s sex-parts.
First Daddy, then Mary Beth, then the whole room started
giggling, then laughing outright. If anyone was an example of
someone who liked to fuck, then it had to be Momma. After all,
with nine kids by her own son, one by her father, and two
grandchildren, it was pretty obvious how our mother liked to
spend her spare time.
At first, Momma huffed at our response, but finally the
humor of the situation got to her too. “OK,” she giggled, “now
it’s my turn. Joe, get another one of those rubber things, and
get over here and help your mother out. Mike, you go down and
tell your grandpa and little sisters that breakfast will be
ready, as soon as your mother gets HER share of the fun.”
I giggled, but followed Momma’s instructions by pulling out
of my little sister and padding down the hall to the other
bedroom, that Grandpa shared with the two younger girls and the
baby. Daddy patted me on the ass, as he pulled out of me with a
slight pop. “Ooh,” my ass stung a little, but Daddy’s sperm
soothed it a little too. Sometimes I almost wish I was a girl,
so Daddy could squirt up my tummy and get me pregnant like my
sisters could. Oh well.
I heard a yelp of pleasure as I left the room, and knew my
big brother’s cock was sliding into the womb that we all came out
of; filling it in a way that none of the rest of us could match.
Twice now, Joe has split a condom while fucking Momma, and we all
know that someday he’s going to knob her good. If not by
splitting a condom, then when Momma decides she’s gone long
enough without another baby.

4

…End of the part3. To be continued..

The Pirate’s Party A Fisherman’s Widow Tale

Friday, February 13th, 2009

As always, if you aren’t allowed to read erotic material where
you are, please leave now. If you can’t vote, go away. All
comments not only welcome but desired. Read and enjoy.
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By Dryad

She didn’t know why she did it.

Sure they were on vacation, a lovely, warm vacation. Somewhere
where the sand was soft as baby powder and far away from the
heaps of snow she knew were waiting at home.

But that still didn’t explain her momentary insanity.

Her husband was off on an all day excursion fishing for Jack
Cravals and Bone Fish and maybe some Redfish. Marlin was too
much work in his opinion. After all, it’s how she had convinced
him that the Keys would be the ideal vacation. Nice scenery for
her, plenty of play for the kids, and fishing for him.

But the night before, when they’d gone down to the docks to
find a fishing charter, the boys spied it.

A pirate ship. Yes, a pirate ship in the 21st century. A Brig
to judge, two-masted, but the humming on board made her realize
it was motorized as well as sail driven. Instead of cannons
were huge water cannons. It was garishly painted black and red
and gold. The boys were jumping up and down, “Can we, can we,
can we???” as only excited 8 and 10 year olds can do.

“Of course! Mom will take you on it tomorrow, while I go
fishing.” Her husband rashly promised. So much for her nice,
quiet sunbath out on the beach. She gave him a dirty look over
the boys’ heads. He mouthed, “I’ll make it up to you.” But she
wasn’t sure how; it had to be a cruise for children and the
inebriated. Just what she was trying to get away from. So after
arranging for his fishing trip the next day, they went to the
pirate ship and arranged to join the 9 am.

Her husband woke her by accident, trying to slide out of the
bed in the predawn glow. She rolled over and tried to go back to
sleep but found it impossible. She rolled out of bed, and pulled
the light yellow sundress she had bought for the trip. It wasn’t
anything fancy, just cool, even if the straps didn’t allow for a
bra. Her assets were still saluting the sun, so she figured she
was okay with that. And anyway, it was her vacation, wasn’t it?

By 6 am, the boys were up and excited, playing “pirate” and
yelling out things like, “Aaaarrr, matey!” and “Yo, ho ho and a
bottle of Rum!” She felt bad for telling them to keep quiet but
she didn’t need them waking up the neighbors at this ungodly
hour. To while away the time she took them down to the beach,
where they could be as loud as they wanted. They picked up
driftwood sticks and began having swordfights. After some time,
she figured one of the restaurants should be open and took them
down for breakfast.

She ordered a fruit salad and a bagel while the boys chowed
down on pancakes dripping in maple syrup. She had to keep
reminding them not to talk with their mouths full. It didn’t
sink in until Cameron started coughing, choking on a bit of
bacon. After that, and an extra glass of juice, the boys settled
down albeit temporarily.

By the time they finished eating it was just about time to head
down the pier. The boys ran ahead, scared seagulls flying off
the pilings. The sea breeze that picked up blew her long hair in
front of her eyes. Near the end of the dock the boat bobbed in
the water. Already, there were a few other people, along with
the crew.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The male crewmembers were
dressed in pirate costumes, a la Errol Flynn. Tight black
leotards and flowing cream poet shirts belted with thick leather
belts low on their hips. They were a horny woman’s dream. Her
sons’ calls of “Hurry up, Mom!” shook her out of her reverie. At
least there would be something for her to do on the cruise.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

late night ride

Friday, February 6th, 2009

This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just askJ we’ll talk.

Dryad
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It was three days until my eighteenth birthday. In a week, I was leaving home for the first
time to attend an all women’s college. While I wanted to pay attention to my studies,
I knew I was going to need some added diversion. When a friend of mine asked if I would come
with her to Norfolk, I was all for it. A free vacation, just for helping her with her kids,
and possibly seeing some action before I entered the convent…uh, school.

The week was over, and not seen hide nor hair of any straight guys, good looking or not. We had
driven down from New England, and spent the time talking on the CB with the truckers. She had
decided to drive at night, since the kids would sleep. It was about 3 am when we were talking to
a couple of truckers who were heading the same way as us. One was younger, from Maine, the other,
a divorced forty something, who was very sweet. Mr. Maine offered me a ride. I had already taken
my turn driving, and was bored. I decided if I was going to have any fun, this would be it.

We stopped at the next rest area, and I moved over. I was in for such a shock. The man was
built! About 5′ 10″, not a bit of fat, and man, those arms! They were as large as my thighs.
I quickly stopped drooling, and climbed up. My friend caught a look, and just grinned at me.

It was slow going at first. He, after all, was driving, and I was a stranger. I however, was
wearing a very short skirt, and didn’t mind hiking it up some. I noticed he was looking, and
decided he was definitely interested. I took the next step when I realized his shoulders were
sore. I unbuckled, and began massaging his shoulders, moving up and down his arms, and down his
back. Feeling him relax, I took a nibble at his neck. I felt the increase in his speed, and
smiled. I slid my fingers through his dark, curly hair, and moved to nibble his ears. I could
feel him squirm.

The next question he asked me was how old I was. I figured I was close enough, and told him I
was 18. I found out he was 28. But this was all kid stuff. I could see his cock straining
against his jeans in the streetlights as we drove. I was getting excited, and knew finally,
I was going to have some fun. His seat was set rather far back, and I wiggled in front of him,
much to his disbelief. When I started to rub the insides of his thighs I could tell he was
really interested. With one hand on the wheel, he used his other to open up his pants.
There is nothing better than sucking a guy off who can’t respond. I love doing it when he’s
driving. I pulled out his dick, and started to tease. I let the tip of my tongue lick the well
at the tip sucking up all the precum. I opened my mouth wider, and let my teeth lightly graze
over his head. I could feel him move to get better feeling, but I kept him where he was. I
would only let the head in at first, and sucked it dry. Slowly, I began to move a bit lower,
letting my teeth just barely graze. With a sudden jerk, I took all 6ish inches into my mouth
at once, and sucked it hard. I reached below and began to play with his balls. I moved my mouth
up and down slowly at first over his hot cock. I wanted more of him. He was holding onto the
steering wheel now with both hands, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth. I let him go
for just a minute, and sucked each of his balls into my mouth, giving them the same treatment.
I let his balls go, and went back to sucking hard at his dick. I bounced over him, until I felt
the cum rush into my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily, and kept going, but slowed down.

I wiggled back out, and gave him a kiss while he drove. His exit was still a bit away, and I had
my eye on the sleeper he had behind the seat. We talked just a bit, mostly about sex. When it
came time for his exit, my friend said she would keep going, but the other trucker we’d been
talking to, was stopping for a bit anyway, and would be happy to catch me up later. So, I knew
we would have some time to play. When he stopped, I climbed back out of my seat. I kissed him
deeply, pressing my body up against his. He pulled me over into his lap, and reached into my
shirt. Since it was so late, I hadn’t bothered to put a bra on, and he began rubbing my naked
breasts, while I unbuttoned his shirt. He reached his massive arm under my legs, and swung me
around onto his bed, where he pulled the shirt up over my head. I reached up to him, and helped
him off with his shirt, as I kissed him, and pulled him down on top of me. My skirt was
somewhere up around my waist, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted his hard cock
inside me. I reached down, and started pulling on his belt. I helped him undo his pants, while
he was sucking at my breasts. As soon as his pants were off, he shoved his cock inside me hard,
and god, did it feel good. I reached my legs up, and wrapped them around his waist. I loved the
way he was just ramming into me. You would think after being sucked off, he’d last, but maybe
he just hadn’t had a woman in a while. Because next I knew, he pulled out, and spread his cum
all over my chest. He took a minute to get his bearings, and started to get cleaned up.

“Damn girl, you’re a good lay!” I smiled brightly, glad to hear it, but still voraciously horny.
“I gotta start heading out, or I won’t make my deadline.” I nodded mutely at this abrupt brush
off. I got my clothes back on, left him my number and address at school, and told him if he ever
went through, to give me a call. We got on the CB, talked to our other friend who met me and
brought me to his truck. I wreaked of sex, and was lost in my own little world.

“No staying power, huh? Poor thing. I know what would make that feel better.”

I smiled warmly at him, but then…
That’s another story.

copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 1997

Eddies part2

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

skin.

“You know, I bet you could paddle out here naked, and no one
would ever know the difference.” His comment jerked her back
from the quiet solitude with a jolt.

“Probably,” she replied distractedly. After a few moments,
though, what he’d said jolted her to reality. Looking around and
seeing no one, she felt devilish.

“You know, you’re right. And it’s getting hot out here…” She
pulled her dress up over her head and threw it into the gunwale
behind her.

He heard the rustle, and turned back to see what she had done.
He chuckled, shaking his head before turning back forward to
continue paddling. The current wasn’t fast here, so she laid
her paddle down, leaning back into the back corner of the canoe,
enjoying the warm spring sunshine on her naked skin. She felt
the canoe bump as he pulled it into an eddy. She closed her
eyes in to the sun, but still felt his eyes on her between
casts. She opened her knees slightly, letting the warm sun tease
her lower lips. She heard his intake of breath and inwardly
smiled. Her fingers absently touched her sex, opening herself
up to the fragrant warmth surrounding her.

She may have dozed, she wasn’t certain. But the next thing she
heard was his putting the fishing pole back into the canoe, and
his pulling up the anchor. “Afternoon. Fish don’t want to bite.
Might as well head back.” She started to sit up, to help paddle
back. “Don’t bother,” he said, “the current will push us back,
and I’ll steer.” She smiled contentedly, seeing the look on his
face.

The neglected wife inside her jumped up and shouted, “I’m gonna
get me some! I’m gonna get me some!” Maybe not now, but
definitely after they put the kids to bed tonight. So she
shifted in the sun, moaning softly under her breath as her
fingers gently stroked her now wet inner lips. She gazed at him
through half lidded eyes, watching his reactions. She brought
one hand up to her breast, teasing the nipples until they stood
out, taut and pert, just waiting for attention.

He shifted in the seat, his hand readjusting himself. He
started to lean forward, but realized what she already knew…
only one of them could be in the front of the canoe. If he were
to join her, they’d tip. She smiled at his discomfiture. It
was then he realized she’d been watching him.

“Two can play that game, you little tease.” And with that, he
pulled his hard length out from his shorts. Staring at the
swollen purple head she’d admired so many times before, she
actually found herself salivating. Salivating and frustrated
because she could no more move to him than he could to her. She
whimpered, causing him to grin. Everything began to tease her.
The rhythm of the current pounding against the canoe, the warm
air currents teasing her skin, even the sounds of bees buzzing
through the wild roses and apple blossoms at the river’s edge.
Her fingers moved faster, trying to relieve the frustration she
was enduring.

Then once again, she heard the hull of the canoe bump and lift
from the water. Since she’d been more or less lying down, she
could not see ahead of them; only the green branches over her
husband’s head. She looked up quickly, and found that they were
on a sandy shoal at the edge of a large grassy flood plain.
Quickly he stumbled out, dragged the canoe solidly up on the
sand and pulled her from her seat. She rushed to keep up,
panting nearly as hard as he. As soon as they were on the
grass, she collapsed to her knees, reaching for his tumescent
prize. Lovingly she slurped down its length, his fingers
tangling through her hair while he moaned. After only a few
minutes, he pushed her away. Without words, she turned onto her
hands and knees and presented him with her wet opening.

Greedily, he thrust his own now wet member into her, causing
them both to moan loudly. He pumped into her, his pace
astonishing. The long grass beneath them brushed her skin,
rasping against her hardened, sensitive nipples, causing sparks
to fly before her eyes. Her body began to tremble announcing
her impending orgasm, since her panting had robbed her of her
voice. Her body stiffened as he pulled out with a groan,
spraying his cum over her rounded backside. Collapsing forward,
she rested her heated skin against the soft, cool grass. After
a few moments, when the orgasm passed, she wobbled down to the
river to rinse off.

“Wow.” She smiled at him. He nodded in agreement.

Catching her breath she added, “I can’t wait to go canoeing
again.”

Copyright 2003 Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)

Dating Diary 1988 part 2

Monday, January 19th, 2009

By Dryad

Dear friends and readers,
This is different from many of the stories you’ve seen me write. It is more or less true (names and places have been changed to protect …well, ME). I had my first real boyfriend when I was 14, and a sophomore in high school. I began my diary. Told it more than just my dating quandaries, but filled with all sorts of teenage angst and melodramatics. (and looking back, I could be incredibly melodramatic). The diary ended about a month before my wedding, so I guess you really could call this the Dating Diary.
Why post my pathetic diary? Easy. While I realize many of us write in fantasy, I’m tired of 14/16 year olds thinking like 30 year olds. Realism Folks! And what’s more real than an actual diary? In some respects the writing sucks. I have changed nothing but actual names. Thought about elaborating, but then, you’d get my near 30 year brain in places it doesn’t belong. This is what it is.
The basics, however, still apply. This is my work, (for better or worse) is copyrighted by me, and no posting without my prior permission. Celeste’s blow job principle is still in action guys. This may or may not include adult situations, so if you’re not allowed to watch a nc-17 movie, scram. All other enjoy (or not *shrug *).
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Dating Diary 1988 part 2
By Dryad

Dear Diary, 10/24/88
I asked Chris today the usual question when I see him-“Est ce que tu amore moi?” He wouldn’t answer, so I kept pushing. Finally he said no, that he liked me but It wouldn’t work romantically. He was worried about me being depressed. Right, now I’m either in shock, or I didn’t care in the first place. For some reason, I knew he really didn’t care- now I truly believe in that line in the song I wrote:
“I’ve given up on love now/ it causes too much pain.” I wrote another line to another song- “my heart’s been broken so many times/ it’s falling apart”

Why can’t my heart just leave my body? That way I wouldn’t hurt. For some reason, I was really mad (before he told me) and he told me he better not tell me (naturally I assumed the worst) I got even madder. He told me I shouldn’t assume yet, I was right.

How does a broken heart feel? It seems to me to be a dull ache inside. We came home instead of going straight from work. I’m drowning and no one will save me! I can’t cry until I go to bed. I should get an academy award for what I am about to do. My family isn’t going to know. I am going to ask Chris as a favor to a friend to help me cover it up. I hope he does. I’ve gotta go now. I’ll write tonight. I know what this is- I had a dream, and now I’m waking up. Only thing is it was too real- so it still hurts. I wrote before that love is like a roller coaster. Yeah, but mine came to a stop after turning my world upside down {Dryad note: Egad, did I really write this drivel??}

Can you believe this? Here I am at Diamond mall writing this? I got so bad I couldn’t even shop! Finally I called Chris, from here!

I’m back home now. I called Chris. I told him there were 2 ways to go. Either we are just friends, or if there is a chance of romance, go as we have been. We both agreed our minds were too foggy (due to the late hour) to decide. (not to mention, he was downstairs) I told him I didn’t know what I wanted. I would like to go on the way we have, but not if there isn’t a change for me. It wouldn’t be fair to me to keep me dangling. I’m really zonked. Gotta go. Bye bye.

Dear Diary, 10/30/88
Chris never called me. Right now I don’t expect he’ll ever call.

Sasha came over today. She said something about keeping work and personal life separate. Linc noticed how I jumped (as he said, 5ft) when he came into the office during break. He asked Sasha how he should bring it up and Sasha told him she’d handle it. I told her be probably wouldn’t have to worry about it much longer. Therefore she is the only one besides Chris who knows about what happened. You are the only one, Diary, who knows everything though. So much for my love life! Who needs it? I’m going to become a hermit and live by myself. (idea- Crista says that Seth wants to be a hermit too.) I’m through with love- I’m not touching unless someone throws themselves at me. (besides Rod, heaven forbid) I’m going to be a writer; a best selling writer and everyone will die for me just to shake my hand! There, I fixed that! Chris said I had talent. I’ll make him wish he never said no! yeah, I’m hurt. I’m sick of the whole damned human race!

This is a song I wrote:
The memory of his kiss
Is still fresh in my mind
The las words he said
The feeling of his hand in mine
But now he’s gone
And I don’t know if I can go on.

Chorus: why did he leave?
Why did I say goodbye?
I loved him
But I let him go.
Now I’m the one that’s hurting
And he’s the one that’s gone away.

I put a padlock on my heart
He pried it open and crawled inside
I felt without knowing
I gave without caring
If my love was going to be returned.
(repeat chorus)
I ought to be used to this by now
My hearts been broken so many times
Its falling apart
Now I cry nearly every night
Especially when I see a picture of him.
(repeat chorus)
(repeat first verse)

I feel better now diary-writing songs usually has that effect on me. So does sleepyness, which is why I’m gonna stop here. Night!

Dear Diary, 10/31/88
Halloween! Tonight I was Odin, King of the Norse Gods. Mom and dad got mad, because I used so much powder in my hair. Chris still hasn’t called. I called him Wednesday since tomorrow is Katie and Dad’s birthday. 6 months (I think) and I finally got my period (unfortunately) I’ve got homework; bye.

Dear Diary, 11/1/88
It’s Katie and dad’s birthday. I got really bad in school today. I nearly cried in study and I when I saw that boy that looks like Chris. I hate myself for feeling so depressed but I can’t help it.
I really like Mr. Cloog. He’s a teacher I can relate to. I still have my period I Hate it. I’m going to bed now, night!

Dear Diary, 11/2/88
Chris still hasn’t called-I didn’t have time between trying to finish everything (Friday’s the last day of the marking period) Melissa asked me again about working on the stage crew. I told her who lived near me, and who to ask for a ride for me. She was supposed to call me, but she hasn’t.
My room’s cleaner-I did all my regular homework and part of my makeup work. I made apple and rose potpourri. It ought to be done by Christmas. (ripening time) I’ve gotta go to bed.
P.S. Katie said she read you!!

Dear Diary, 11/3/88
My room is clean, and Deirdre can give me a ride.
I called Chris today. He was in the shower so he called me back. He said to him, boyfriend and girlfriend meant love and if we went on as we were we would be so we ruled that out.
At least that ‘s cleared up. Now maybe my heart will mend. I really feel terrible (about this)
How long does it take to fall out of love? I’ll tell you when I find out.
Why can’t I just cry and get it all out? Everytime I hear “addicted” “I know how he feels” see the boy who looks like Chris or such instance as what Mr. Cloog said today makes me almost but never have.
Oh yeah, Mr. Cloog was talking about a word meaning Rejection; he says something on the idea of “your boyfriend tells you he doesn’t want to go out with you anymore.” I nearly screamed. I’m another Julliet on the stage of life, and my romeo doesn’t care. I have to start something else or I’ll just wither away into the woodwork and die. I’ve gotta go to bed now.

Dear diary, 11/4/88
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Cookie Crumbs part2

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

his errant mouth then kissing him warmly. His hands fumbled
with the pearl buttons of her church blouse, feeling them move
lower and lower, until the shirt hung free around her. The bra
just as quickly unsnapped, and both fell to the floor. His
hands massaged her back up and down, until he leaned over her,
pressing her into the floor.

Mark broke off the kiss and reached for the cookies. Slowly, he
crumbled them along the center of her chest, watching them fall
against her glowing skin.

“Santa, you’re getting messy again. You really must clean up
after yourself.” She grinned at him. She watched him as his
head dipped down, licking up the crumbs slowly, his beard softly
rasping her skin. “Mmmmm, yes. Now, don’t miss any.” He looked
back up at her, his eyes twinkling in the firelight, and made a
show of licking very carefully between her breasts catching each
small crumb.

“Sorry-no milk there for the cookies. You’ll just have to get a
glass.” She grinned back. He answered her by nipping her
engorged nipple.

“Tease.” She sighed. “Is this my Christmas present?”

“Oh, no, it’s mine.” He licked another line up to the tip of
her breast catching the last of the cookies.

“While I love all this attention, this really isn’t very
comfortable, sweetheart.” She said wriggling against the carpet.

“Hold that thought,” as he got up and strode quickly to the
couch, removing the shams and the afghan they kept there for
chilly nights.

Gently, he lifted her head up and put the pillow under her.
The crumbs were gone, and she turned to her side. He laid down
beside her, pulling her naked back against his chest, then
wrapping the blanket around the both of them.

“I love you,” he murmured as they watched the fire. She pulled
his arm tighter around herself in response.

“The fire is nice. It’s almost hypnotic.” She said. “I could
almost sleep here, if the floor wasn’t so hard.” She added.

“I was thinking the same thing.” They listened to the crackle
of the fire, his hands gently caressing her abdomen and the
undersides of her breasts. She took his hand and brought it to
her lips, kissing it softly before returning it to its
wanderings.

“Lets put the air mattress down here next year. After the kids
go to bed, we’ll put it up, and sleep in front of the fire…a
new
Christmas tradition.”

“Will I be able to eat the cookies in bed?” he squeezed her.

“No crumbs in my bed!” she grinned, turning in his arms and
kissing his jaw.

“Actually, that would be nice…then I wouldn’t have to drag you
upstairs to give you your Christmas present, since you require
more comfort than the floor. You know, now that I think about
it, it would probably be safer too, with the fire and all.”

She nodded sleepily against him, “The kids are going to be up
at the break of dawn.”

He sighed, then stood up and placed the grate in front of the
fireplace.

“Did you put out Santa’s Letter?” she asked.

“Yep, right on the cookie plate, properly covered in cookie
crumbs.” He paused. “I’ll race you upstairs…and whoever wins
has
to give the other their Christmas present tonight.” He smirked.

“Oh, no. You promised me.” She giggled, tossing the pillows for
him to put up as she raced him up the stairs.