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blond dates part2

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

“Lucky guy.” He snickered as she turned away.

She sat back down in her car and waited, wondering if she was in for a repeat performance.
She didn’t have to wait long, as a blue car pulled up beside her. He smiled brightly at
her (he saw her photo, she hadn’t seen his). And she knew. She stepped out of the car,
locked it, and opened his passenger door. Her smile must have been brighter with relief
because his brightened as well, and it was all the sweeter for the sense of nervousness she
felt in it.

“You here to meet someone?” He smiled at her.

“Yeah, My name is Daphne.”

“I’m Matt.”

They shook hands like business associates, and giggled. She climbed in, as he asked where
did she want to go. Okay, maybe this is not a smart idea; it wasn’t. But something about
him, something she couldn’t describe, made her feel at home with him, like an old friend.
Maybe it was his nervousness, how it showed through in the mundane chattiness she listened
to. Maybe it was her own hormones outweighing her judgment.

With the thought of parking, they took off toward a large mall. They drove through the
darkness, feeling each other out first verbally, then a bit physically, hands traveling
thighs, shoulders—hair. By the time they reached their destination, they were
comfortable with each other, definitely wanting each other. But the parking lot was
very bright, and not exactly conducive to what they had in mind. They began to wander
the back roads, and found an open lot. They drove up, and shut the lights off.

There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. They smiled, and leaned into each
other for a kiss. It wasn’t a timid kiss; they fell to each other as one would at a feast
after a famine. Their hands pulled at their clothes. She tugged his shirt out of his
waist, as he slid hers off her shoulders. Scrambling in the small car, they squirmed
to rid themselves of barriers. Still kissing, they lurched into the back seat. She
reached low and felt his hard, thick cock pointing upward. She measured it with her
hand, sighing into the kiss appreciatively. She released the kiss, and slid down low
to give such a beautiful cock the appropriate worshipping it deserved. She flicked the
head, watching it jump, and absorbing the guttural moan it incited from her companion.
She smiled up in the half dark, and slid her mouth down over the head, applying pressure
and a gentle suction. Her hands moved over the rest of his length, until they reached
his balls, which she lightly squeezed. Her mouth continued its journey down, moving
slowly up and down the length of him, savoring the wonderful feeling of cock in her
mouth. She would moan at the simple pleasure, and then smile at the jerk his cock would
give at the added stimulation. He sighed warmly, brushing her hair back, before pressing
her on her back.

She could see the pleasant smile in the dark. He gave her a small kiss, then began to
worship her in the same respect. His tongue teased her core, flitting one side, then
the other; never entering, never hitting her clit. She squirmed in delirium, panting
wildly. She stroked his hair, until he started entering her. Long slow licks finishing at
her clit, making her squeal and jump. She arched into his mouth, her legs unconsciously
wrapping around his head, holding him in tighter as she neared her own orgasm. Her moans
became louder, more insistent, as she felt the delicious tension getting closer and closer
to breaking. She screamed his name as she came. She felt him sit up, her legs limp around
him, as she heard him open a package. Then he was on her again, pressing into her. She
shuddered, so close already to another orgasm, so well was he filling her. She shuddered
beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, careful even now not to scratch or
leave marks. He pressed into her slowly, eliciting a deep guttural moan from her.
His pace quickened, both hungry for each other. Her body began to bow as her second
orgasm came upon her, shrieking into the dark. As she came back down, she pressed him
back, and straddled his lap. She pressed her chest into his, kissing him warmly, and
began to ride him. She smiled into the kiss, shivering occasionally at the feeling of
him inside her. She sighed into the shared kiss, and felt him begin to tense. She rode
him harder and faster, feeling his own completion nearing. He groaned as he came, and
even with the condom, she could feel it against her sides. She continued to ride him,
softly, slowly, drawing out his orgasm as long as possible. She settled over him as she
heard his breathing slow and become more controlled. They kissed each other softly.

“Wow.” He whispered to her.

“Mmmhmm, you’re rather incredible yourself.” She smiled back at him. She gave him a soft kiss.

They moved to the front seats, and began making sense of their disarrayed clothes. She
leaned over and kissed him again.

“I’m glad the others stood me up. This was FAR better.” She smirked.

He smiled back, with a small amount of disbelief in his eyes. He started the car,
and drove her back to the McDonalds and her car. They touched each other gently on
the way back, asking about the small details of the other’s life, falling into the comfort
of the other’s company, and she realized she liked him on a personal level as well as a sexual.

When they arrived, they exchanged email addresses. Yes, they did keep in touch…

But that is another story.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002

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Eddies

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

[A Fisherman's Widow Tale]
(MF, Exh, WL)

Copyright by me, ask for permission to repost. If you can’t go see a NC17 movie, get outta here. Blowjob principle applies.
Thanks to Desdmona!!! for her grand editing work…And Nick Scipio and Gary for ummm clearing up my “maleness”
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Escape
By Dryad (MF,Oral,cheat)

I rapped my knuckles on the screen door as I held the box with my other hand. Another quick job; replace a CDRW drive, get in and get out. I sighed as I looked at my watch. I waited a few moments, then saw her peek through the glass.

First I was struck by how her girl-next-door features fit the voice I heard when I called to set up the appointment. As she opened the door for me, the second thing I noticed was a bit more unprofessional of me: her nipples pressed out against her soft sweater.

“Come on in,” she said as I shook myself out of my reverie. “Ignore the mess, I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

She led me through the kitchen. A few breakfast dishes sat in the sink. On the table, an open tin of crayons sat beside a small stack of coloring books. This was nothing compared to some kitchens I’d been forced to walk through. “Whose kitchen DOESN’T look like this?”

She shrugged and kept walking. I followed. She was truly small–barely five feet. At six-foot-four, I tower over the average woman. She would barely reach my chest.

We passed through an equally lived-in but well kept living room to her office. She looked embarrassed as she led me in. “I’m sorry it’s such a disaster. It’s supposed to be my office, but all sorts of stuff ends up getting tossed in here.”

I could see her point–broken toys, a Barbie house, and linens all jockeyed for space with the books and computer equipment in the small room. This was obviously her workspace, so why did everyone throw all their crap in here? Didn’t they care?

I sat down at the computer and began work–reset the screen, checked drivers and such. Verified the specs on the RAM, virus protections and the CD-RW driver. Her computer’s system wasn’t going to support the new CDRW that was sent so it was a good thing I brought the new program. After optimizing, it was time to open up the housing.

I’m used to having clients hang around and watch what I’m doing. After all, it is their system, their house. Doesn’t bother me. She stayed close though, closer than most carrying on inane chatter;

“Have you been doing this long?” She moved things about on her desk without any sort of rhyme or reason, her arm occasionally bumping into mine.

“A while; about five years.” I watched her from the corner of my eye as I worked. She flitted about like a bird, staying at my elbow, shuffling papers, then reshuffling them.

“Are you nervous?” I finally asked.

“Not at all!” she answered shrilly.

“No need to be,” I said as I opened up the tower. I turned to explain what I was going to do. She leaned over my shoulder for a closer look. Her breast brushed against me, and her nipple, hard as a pebble, pressed into my shoulder. It took a moment for me to refocus on what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers fumbled.

She pointed to the small flashlight I was using. “I could hold that for you if it would help.” I didn’t really need it, often doing this by sense of touch, but with her body so close to mine, my hands were unsteady. So I agreed.

She moved behind me and scrunched up close in the tight confines of the room. Her chest grazed my back. She moved like a feline–soft and sleek–but something was holding her back.

“Just a bit more this way.” I placed my hand over hers, redirecting the light. I was amazed at the difference; my large, thick fingers over her delicate, pale hand. Her fingers were cold, belying her earlier contention of not being nervous.

“What do you use the computer for?” I asked, trying to get back on track.

“I design web sites. Work for a couple different companies.” She shifted, bringing her body close to mine again. “I like the flexibility of working from home. If one of the children is sick, I don’t have to worry. If I want to go out for lunch, no big deal.” She was animated yet more relaxed than before.

“Well, it’s a lovely home you have.” Not bad for working from home.

“My husband’s and mine.” Her entire demeanor became subdued. The energy she had just seemed to disappear.

“You’re married?” I was surprised.

“Yeah.”

“What does your husband do?” I straightened up, having gotten the drive out.

“He’s a bus driver.” Her tone was abrupt.

“Kinda opposite ends of the spectrum there, huh?” She nodded, focusing on my hands. I pulled the new drive out of its packaging.

“That’s it? That’s great! They told me they wouldn’t be able to upgrade!” she rubbed her hands together, suddenly excited once more. I wonder if she realized how quickly she changed the subject, or for that matter, her mood in general.

“Well, your old drive was actually obsolete. Can’t even find it anymore. So now you have this one. It’s why your old driver won’t work.”

She grew silent as I worked the drive into the casing. She leaned closer into me, and I have to admit, she was making me feel hot under the collar. I knew she could hear my quickened breath, but damned if I could stop it or quiet it. I focused myself on getting the disk drive into the housing. It was a tight fit.

Of course, that set my brain in a whole other direction; at five feet tall, she would fit so snugly against my body, and my body shifted at the thought. I finally forced the stupid drive in, and I pinched my finger.

“Shit!” A really good blood blister began to bubble up. I made a tight fist until the sting diminished a little, and turned back to my work. With the drive in, I was able to close the tower back up and install the driver.

While it was loading, I asked her where the facilities were.

“Right around the corner,” she said, nodding towards the hallway.

I took care of business in the small room then washed my hands in the sink surrounded by children’s toothbrushes and Blue’s Clues soap.

As I came back from the bathroom, I noticed it. A hole in the wall. Directly across from the office door, a large hole, as if someone had been leaning against the wall to break down the office door, and instead broke through the sheetrock. You could almost see the indent of a shoulder. Don’t know how I missed it before. She’d apologized for just about everything else in the house, she must’ve forgotten the hole was there. How could you forget something like that? It reeked of anger. I shook my head. She didn’t belong; but then again, no woman belonged in a place that bespoke of violence.

I went back into the office. Her back was to me, fiddling with books on the bookshelf, straightening papers on her desk. I watched for a moment, then cleared my throat. She jumped at the sound before turning around.

“You’re blushing.” I could smell her scent, could see her fighting some need

Her hand flew to her face, cupping her cheek. “Really? I haven’t blushed in ages.”

“Mmmhmm. Right down your chest.” I looked at the dip in her V-neck sweater. Her eyes followed my gaze. A crimson flush blazed across her pale flesh. She surprised me by lowering her hand and stroking her flushed skin.

“Would you like to see how far down it goes?” She said it so quietly, I almost missed it.

Her head was down, not looking at me, as if she were a good little catholic girl about to give her first real confession. My God, she was shaking! I cursed the fool who made her feel ashamed of her body, ashamed of her desire.

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” I struggled with wanting to touch her, comfort her, but it wouldn’t be me choosing how this thing continued. This was her battle, her demon. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her breasts. My breath caught.

She was beautiful.

Her skin something a Renaissance artist would have painted. She looked up at me, saw the look on my face, my hands clenched at my sides.

“It’s okay if you want to touch them.” My fingers itched for just such a thing. The round curves leading up to her crinkled, apricot nipples. Slowly, as though reaching for a skittish colt, my fingers brushed up the outside curve of her breast. My fingers circled their heft, kneading them gently, then more firmly. Her body shivered and swayed against me. My thumbs flickered lightly over her nipples. She moaned softly at first, then with more fervor.

Her tone shifted, and I knew she was about to ask for more. My hands moved over her warm, malleable breasts as my brain raced ahead to what I should–what I _would_ do–if she asked. She deserved better than what I’d seen, certainly, but I also knew this wasn’t about me. Her hand left my chest and I could hear the soft sound of a zipper being undone. Suddenly, she stepped away from me and left her skirt in a puddle on the floor at her feet. She stood there for a moment in all her nude glory. I didn’t know what to do.

She took the decision out of my hands when she suddenly knelt before me. Her fingers raked my pants down my legs, raising a sigh from me. My dick popped out and her eyes grew wide. Her fingers touched me as she looked up. It jumped at her touch, and I was no longer able to deny her anything. She placed her warm lips against my head and sucked it into her mouth. My legs shivered, and I pulled the computer chair over to me. I collapsed in it, and she never lost connection.

She was amazing and enthusiastic, that much was certain. She could take my entire length in her mouth and throat, a feat all in itself. But she also managed to know exactly when I was about to come and pulled back just enough to keep me on the edge. It was about the third time she did this when my brain kicked back in, and I realized that this was all wrong. Not necessarily the sex, that was her choice, but that here I was taking and not giving. From what I’d seen, that in itself was a gross error.

Slowly, I pulled her off my aching cock and turned her around. She looked concerned until I began to stroke her steaming pussy. God, she was so hot and wet. Her knees buckled, and I caught her.

“Lean back.” I hushed.

She fell back against my chest, her head nestled into the crook of my neck. My hands continued to investigate all her secrets, finding first her moist depths, rubbing quickly against her clitoris. Her body arched and climbed up higher on my body. Her moans became squeals, and then squeals became whines. One hand wandered back up to her soft breasts. I picked up speed over her clitoris, and whines turned into shrieks. Tension eased from her body as she lay against me, sated.

After a few moments, she whispered, “Let me return the favor.”

“You don’t need to do that,” but she had already slipped between my legs, sucking my hardness back into her gifted mouth. She slid my thickness deep, making me squirm and utter sounds I haven’t uttered in ages. My fingers gently stroked her hair from her face as I moaned what few words of praise I could squeak out. It didn’t take long this time for me to feel the impending onrush. I grasped the chair’s armrests until my knuckles were white as my orgasm erupted into her mouth. I was shocked as she continued to swallow. The head of my penis squeezed in her throat. My groaned “Thank Yous” mixed with my cries to God as I continued to pump into her mouth.

It took me a moment to regain my sense of self. At first, I felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of her, but her radiant smile soon put that thought, at least temporarily, out of my head. I sighed as I pulled myself back together.

I still had a bit of work to do. Reluctantly, I checked the new drivers, making sure everything worked well. I called my boss to let him know the new additions and the edited time of my arrival. I boxed up the old disc drive while she signed my paperwork. She led me to the door.

I stood at the door, looking at her dispirited beauty. Having to leave but not wanting to. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose you.”

She nodded.

I looked for a moment longer, then stepped out the door.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

As I said in the preamble to the stories, they were written for a friend.
After writing them, I managed to “lose” the second one on my hard-disk,
only retaining a hard-copy printout. This forced me into buying a scanner
to recover “Bound for Fun II” This is mentioned in passing below.

I sent both stories to the friend for comment, with a gap between them,
as I recovered the second. The enclosed material is excerpts from our
e-mail discussion of the stories. I am publishing this as an addendum
to both stories, to answer some questions (and possible flames) that
might otherwise raise their heads.

IN> Frank,

IN> Thank you very much for the story “Bound for Fun” which I read last
IN> week.

Thank YOU for the nice long response.

IN> Your story sure hits on some of our common and individual favorite
IN> themes. The girl is old enough for my tastes, I hope she is young
IN> enough for yours.

She is.

IN> I loved the allusion to “Preggie Sarah.” That was really choice.
IN> You really have a thing for getting them pregnant, don’t you?

As I’ve said before, getting pregnant is one of my biggest fantasies.
I’d give half of what I own, for the chance.
I know that I’m not the only man to harbor such desires, and
many women love the thought of BEING pregnant.

IN> The promise of a mother/daughter hot combo is also quite
IN> appealing, especially if both of them are kinked in the same
IN> directions as the protagonist, as they seem to be.

They are, but in slightly different ways.

IN> I appreciate the fact that you stayed away from specific descriptions
IN> of the bondage, etc, which you are not an expert in. This is great
IN> by me, since I find stories that start to read like parts catalogs for
IN> fetish wear to be tedious.

I always toss the ones that are nothing more than a description of torture-
devices.

IN> I am certainly no expert in bondage, although I have lurked about
IN> alt.sex.bondage for quite a while, but I think this story has some
IN> real-world problems with consensuality. Please let me note at the
IN> outset that I __know this is just fantasy, and no harm done, etc. etc.
IN> But the aspect of consensuality that primarily concerns me is the
IN> pregnancy one. Is the girl dumb, or am I? Does she know that she has
IN> been knocked up, and approve, or is she being taken along for a ride
IN> by her trusted parent? This could generate a lot of flames in a.s.b.

A. She’s dumb. Well, not DUMB exactly, just WAY too trusting. This is
explored MUCH more deeply in the second story. She trust EVERYONE,
even when she shouldn’t. Most especially, she trusts her mother to watch
out for her best interests, and in her own way June does.
B. Does she know? No.
C. Does she approve? I tried to make the implication, that she actually
WANTS to get pregnant, but is scared to do it, because:
1. She isn’t married, and doesn’t even have a steady boyfriend.
2. She’s afraid of what her school-mates would think, if she showed up
at school with a bulging belly.
3. This is the kicker. Most importantly, she THINKS her mother would
disapprove, and she doesn’t want to hurt her mother. If it wasn’t
for fear of overburdening her mother with raising another child,
Lynn would probably have already sneaked out and gotten pregnant
anyway. Her mother knows this, and implies at the start, that Lynn
would have to “earn” the privilege of getting pregnant.

IN> Also, I think, again with the “this is only fantasy” caveat, that it
IN> would be pretty weird for a loving, caring mother, which this one
IN> seems to be, to leave her kid in the hands of a semi-pro BD
IN> specialist, with only threats of retribution to safeguard her. I
IN> think a bit of talk about her extensive checking of Jones’ background,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

IN> or even if they had mutual friends in the scene, or were or had been
IN> lovers (or whatever you call ‘em -play partners?) might make this more
IN> believable. If you follow a.s.b at all, a huge amount of the talk is

Maybe that part, I didn’t make clear in the story. June had made VERY
extensive checks on “Jones” before bringing her daughter over. she had
not only checked him out, but had talked to several of his “bottoms”, and
even observed a couple of his “training” sessions, as a helper, and once
she had let him demonstrate on her, though it wasn’t her “bag” so to speak.
By the time the story starts, the two were good friends, and he had been
teaching her things to use on her daughter, as Lynn had fallen for the
whole bondage-thing through reading about it. After a while though, second-
hand, amateur knowledge wasn’t enough, and Lynn had asked to be introduced
to an expert.

LYNN was a trusting soul, and had never been really hurt in her life.
She had NEVER been abused, not even by a school-bully. She thought
EVERYONE was like the people in the stories she read, caring and thinking
about the other person, even when designing tortures for them, so that
in the end, the recipient always loves the “master” for what he/she does.
Lynn, to put it bluntly, was a romantic.

Her mother June, was anything but. She would go to great lengths to
protect her daughter, and had the personality, and ability to do it.
She’s as tough as a marine drill-sergeant, and could lick double her
weight in professional bar-bouncers. She would do anything to give
Lynn what she felt the girl needed, and if it was a professional B&D
experience, or a baby in the belly, she would see to it.

Perhaps there’s another thing I didn’t make clear, though there are
hints all through the story. “Joe” was a “professional” By that,
I mean he did it for a living. He was good, because he had to be.
He had a business, and he advertised, and he relied on repeat business.
June wouldn’t have set this up with anyone else. He did enjoy his
work, but nobody who gets into THAT line of work does so, if they
don’t like it. Joe prided himself on giving the customer EXACTLY
what he/she ordered. If they wanted to be marked for 3 days, Joe
provide welts and abrasions that would be not noticeable by that
dreaded 4-day-from-now meeting. His customers relied on him, and
he supplied. Joe wasn’t the “best” top in the city, but he was the
best “professional” one. All the others who were any good, did it
for personal pleasure, and quite often paid for the privilege, or
had a “stable” of “bottoms” to work with. Word-of-mouth sort of thing.

IN> about the building of trust, the reliance on trust, and the fantastic
IN> feelings of letting go __after you really trust a person (in many
IN> cases literally with your life.) But the trust always comes first, at
IN> least in the success stories. But that’s real life, or as close as
IN> the world of BD gets to real life, so maybe my comments do not apply
IN> here.

As I said, Lynn trusted EVERYBODY. Really TRUSTED them.
NOT a good idea, as the second story points out.

IN> As always, please take my comments as coming from a completely
IN> friendly direction, and not meant as criticisms of your views or
IN> positions, just as my suggestions for possible improvements in the
IN> story.

I do, I DO!

IN> Finally, I have a question to ponder. You and I like this story. Who
IN> else will? Is it silly to consider the “market” for a story which
IN> will eventually be immortalized on the net, and never see any other
IN> form of publication? What I fear is that the pedo interest may be
IN> squicked by the BD content, the BD types may be squicked by the pedo
IN> content, and the consent concerns I blathered on about above, and
IN> surely somebody will be bothered to learn that people’s mothers have
IN> an interest in sex, or have ever participated. Just something to
IN> think about. I suppose we could put it on the net, when you have
IN> edited as much as you want to, and see what kind of reaction it
IN> brings. I would be interested to see.

THAT doesn’t bother me. SOME people out there will like it.
There are LOTS of stories out there that I don’t like, and
I ignore them. I expect others to do likewise, with these two.

IN> I am looking forward to the next story you are trying to recover. I
IN> will reread this one this week, and probably send you a short list of
IN> spelling and other typographical errors that I noticed, which probably
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Cross Examined

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008

A watershed cross examination by a powerful female attorney changes the
status of the male on a global scale.

It was quite the media spectacle. Television cameras whirred as I was led
into the courtroom, with each lens attempting to outposition the other for
the best shot as I shuffled past them. My naked body was trussed up in a
manner befitting a violent, dangerous criminal, my arms shackled securely to
a wide belt encircling my waist and my ankles fastened neatly together with
leg irons on a short chain. Several female police officers carved out an
entrance for me through the throng from the van to the courthouse and a
woman bailiff held each arm to escort me on my slow walk to my destination.
The public humiliation was part of a greater plan, and I could infer the
significance of it. Since the plague of 2017, colloquially called the “Y
chromosome plague” since it killed four fifths of the world’s men, the women
who had assumed the reins of power by default had been aggressively
deflating the status of the male on a global scale. First were the
“emergency measures” revoking all drivers’ licenses issued to men,
ostensibly to minimize the chances that any remaining males would be killed
in traffic mishaps. Next came statutes nullifying a man’s right to vote,
own property, sign contracts or serve on juries while the male population
“healed.” These events paralleled the emergence of a significant radical
female movement, which openly called for the subjugation of men.
With the passage of the recent “male management” laws, those of us who have
assembled and fought the blatant repression heaped upon our minority gender
have fallen prey to a vendetta pursued vigorously by the women who have come
to control the governments of the world. My trial, although technically
being convened to determine my guilt or innocence of the crime of rape, is
now symbolic both of our struggle and the attempts of the female population
to grind their spiked heels into our collective crotches. My naked shuffle
to the courthouse was humiliating, but it was symbolic of the freedom that
all men now longed for.
In our world, rape is not defined exclusively as an unwanted sexual attack
as it was in our grandparents’ day. While that definition of rape is still
valid, a much more common application of the law comes into play when a man
violates the new “attitude” clause when interacting with a woman. In other
words, it is now illegal, and may be interpreted as rape, for a man to gaze
upon a woman with “prurient”, or sexual, intent. Since any direct gaze may
be interpreted as a “prurient” gaze and upheld by the courts as a rape
conviction, most men generally spend their days with their eyes cast down to
avoid the probing eyes of females, who try to taunt them into looking up.
My arrest came to pass when I deliberately met the penetrating gaze of a
young woman in a moment of personal rebellion. The response from the police
was swift and sure, with two women officers throwing me to the ground,
cuffing and blindfolding me so that I could not “rape” anyone else, and
promptly transporting me to jail. I have been in custody ever since,
charged with a crime that carries a mandatory life sentence and castration.
The reason for the media hype was simple; today was the day that I was
scheduled to be cross-examined by the state. I had testified on my own
behalf the day before, with my own attorney asking a series of surprisingly
passive, dispassionate queries about my attitudes towards women. Although I
swore that I had never harbored any inappropriate sexual intentions towards
women, the all-female jury seemed largely unimpressed and even bored with my
discourse.
Today’s events would no doubt be different. The prosecutor had requested,
and the judge granted, permission to have me stripped naked in open court
for my testimony. Her intent, besides the obvious specter of public
humiliation, was to subject me to a demonstration that would prove the
necessity of “male management” laws by example both to the jury and a still
somewhat skeptical public. The waist and ankle restraints confining my
naked body were supposedly for my own protection during the demonstration,
but served as a significant psychological tool for the prosecutor.
All eyes were riveted to me as I was finally escorted into the courtroom.
I was not seated in a witness chair, but rather directed to stand in the
exact center of the room, in full view of the jury, judge, and both teams of
attorneys. A video camera was trained squarely on me to record my live
testimony for a global television audience. I was flanked on both sides by
armed bailiffs, powerful yet protective women who each held one of my arms
to help me maintain my balance during the ordeal I was about to endure.
The judge took her seat on the bench, glancing first towards me and then
the prosecutor. “Are we ready to begin, counselor?”
“Yes, your honor,” The prosecutor gathered together some papers on a
lectern looking me squarely and sternly in the eye. I compulsively glanced
away in deference and saw her smile slightly. She was an attractive,
professionally dressed woman of about thirty. She was of medium height and
build with ample breasts and honey colored shoulder length hair. She wore
a burgundy blazer and a mid-thigh length black miniskirt with a white
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Afraid

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

By Dryad

I was walking into Mr. Allan’s class when Gary spoke to me.

“I signed up.”

“Signed up for what?” For a sport? For a class? What?

“The Marine recruiter is down in the guidance office.” The Marines? Was he crazy? I looked into his face. Purpose and excitement.

“What about College?” I guess I was saying what about me. He thought it was a fucking game! Go play soldier. Didn’t he realize people DIED?

Died. Then I got scared. I mean, we’d been going out for 2 years now, ever since he moved into town.

“You know I gotta go. College will be here when I come back.” He kissed me. The bell rang, and we took our seats. English class flew by; I didn’t hear a word. I sat next to him, covertly watching him.

After English, we went down to study hall. The junior/senior study hall was open, and ever since the war began, they’d put the large screen TV in there, so we could watch CNN. We sat close to it, watching the night-vision commentaries; him in anticipation, me in dread. I held his hand, as if I could keep him here with me.

I took a deep breath. All the “experts” seem to say it won’t last long. So I began to do something stupid. I started to pray. Pray to God, pray to fate, hell, pray to any greater being who’d listen. Make it end. Make it end before graduation. I gripped his hand tighter. He looked at me, questioningly. I couldn’t answer. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. I willed myself not to cry.

Fuck. I hate being selfish. Here I am worried about me, how it will affect me and my plans.

“Why?” I finally managed to whisper.

He squeezed me tighter, “Aw, honey, it’s not about you, it’s about what’s right.”

He was the one who was going. Willing to stand up to the bullies of the world; hell, whip their ass. I squeezed him tightly to me. The teacher walked up to us, make us split up, I’m sure.

Then he did something strange.

“Gary, you were in the guidance office this morning, weren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You’re going?”

He nodded shyly. Gary was always cute that way; one of the things I loved about him was his modesty. Like he never realized what a great guy he was.

Instead of making us sit apart, he just smiled this weird adult smile and walked away. I swear, I nearly lost it. I felt Gary kiss the top of my head, his arm holding me tighter to him. We sat and watched the news repeat the same news bytes over and over until the end of study hall.
That night he came over after he got home from work. He asked my parents if it was all right if we went out for a drive, since it was a school night. My parents of course, loved him. My dad just nodded when I told him that Gary’d enlisted. He seemed to expect it. Maybe its some sort of guy thing that I just can’t understand.

While he was at work, I poured my anger into my diary. My hurt, my fear. Because as I started thinking about it, I realized what it was.

I was afraid. Afraid how this would change him, change US. I knew change was coming, I mean, we’re leaving school; but I never considered that we’d be apart. War is so REAL. What would I do if he died? I can’t act the widow; we aren’t married. All I heard in my head was “just a girlfriend” Just. Jesus. He could have at least talked to me about it!

But he couldn’t. I tried to be logical about this. It’s his life. Hell, in some ways, he thinks it’s a responsibility. And damn it, I hated to say it.

It is.

Then I got really proud of him. HE didn’t need to be called; he enlisted of his own free will. He knew what’s at stake. And part of me–the part that isn’t selfish– loved him even more.

I’ll try to be a bigger person. I quashed down that selfish part, told it to shut the hell up, that it doesn’t know what it’s talking about.

So when he asked my parents if we could go for a drive, I knew what he was asking me. My parents, said yes, though they never had before. We drove around for a bit, just quietly talking about whatever, but avoiding the real topic. We made it to one of our make out places. Yes, we had a few. He turned off the car, and we climbed into the back. For a while, he just held me, kissing me softly. I sat in his lap, curling up against him. My fingers traced his face and I could feel his smooth skin. I sighed into the kiss.

I leaned into his body, wanting him closer to me. In my head I was already counting down the time to when he’d be shipped off to San Diego for basic. Three months, more or less. Five months until he’d be shipped overseas. I sighed again, holding him close to me. His hands moved to my waist, sliding beneath my shirt and skimming my chest to my breasts. I shifted in his lap, and straddled him, as his hands shed me of my shirt, momentarily breaking our kiss. His lips returned, but to my breasts, rather than to my mouth. My back arched as I moaned in response. His mouth was hungry, and I was desperate for this closeness. My fingers worked through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He rolled, and placed me laying on my back. The moonlight reflected in his earnest eyes. I could see the unspoken question in his eyes.

I leaned up and kissed him gently, easing his t-shirt over his head. We kissed again, my chest pressed up against his chilled skin. His body shivered, and it made me smile. Suddenly, I felt powerful. I nibbled on his chin, my fingers sliding down his back to his jeans. A slight tug got him looking at me again.

We tried to squirm out of our respective jeans, both of us giggling at the contortions necessitated by the small confines of the back seat. Then, he came to me. I could feel the heat his dick brought against my thigh. I shivered, not sure of the decision I was about to make.

For the last 2 years, I’d said no. Victorian charm, fear, censure, morality; call it what you will. I loved Gary. He knew that. And it’s not like I never let him do anything; we’d fooled around as much as any other teenage couple; we just never actually “did it”.

But fear is a powerful thing and I needed to be closer. I arched into him, moaning his name, as he nibbled at my neck. I pressed my pelvis into his, silently begging for more. Gary must’ve felt the difference in my reactions because he leaned up from me. I gave a barely perceptible nod.

Shaking, he asked, “Are you sure?”

I leaned up to kiss him in response. He jumped, and I had to giggle as he hit his head on the roof of the car. He reached into the front seat to get his wallet out of his jeans, and pulled out a condom. Putting it on the ledge behind the back seat, he leaned back down to kiss me. His fingers went down lower, teasing my pussy. His fingers moved within me, making me jerk beneath him. My breath became ragged, until I was begging him. Quickly he slipped on the condom, and nervously pressed his head against my opening. It felt different, bigger than his fingers, firmer. I breathed deeply, shakily as my body started to get used to the feeling. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face for my reactions. I smiled gently at him and pressed back against him.

I felt the pull as something tore, and my body tensed. He groaned, visibly shaking to keep still.
He murmured, “God, you are so beautiful,” then slowly pulled out. It ached a bit, then he pressed gradually back in. He moved gently inside me, his eyes focused on my face. I watched the concern and love and yes, fear, in his eyes. Even in the half-dark, I could read their glittering depths. I leaned up and kissed him, first tenderly, then more passionately.

It was as if I had given him permission, and he was pressing into me more and more firmly. The ache was gone, only a fullness and a yearning. I pressed up against his bucking thighs, moaning incoherently. He continued, as he stroked the sweat soaked hair out of my face. I could feel his thrusts getting choppier. With a deep groan, he jerked against me, and I felt the sudden expansion of his dick.

I was panting, still unfulfilled. He collapsed against me, kissing my breast, moaning against my skin. Suddenly, he shifted, his hand reaching lower.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out. And as he said it, his fingers found my clit, flicking it quickly. My inner muscles squeezed against his deflating cock, causing him to moan. His fingers moved faster, practiced at making me cum this way. It didn’t take him long to get me to join him, and I was shrieking my praise.

We laid down together spoon style on the seat, his arm curled around me, holding me to me. I felt him whisper in against my hair.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Well, it bears repeating. I love you.” He was quiet for a moment, his fingers moving idly over my skin. “I’ll come back. I promise.” His fingers stilled, then squeezed me.

I whispered quietly as I turned to look at him, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Your love for me will keep me safe.” I looked at him. If he weren’t so serious, so earnest, it would have sounded like the corniest thing in the world. But I saw the look in his eyes. And there was nothing I wanted more than to believe him.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

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The Hot Orgy part2

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

and began spurting. Waves of pleasure spurt from my cock, and she let the hot
gooey cum splash on her mouth, cheeks, and chin. When I looked down at her,
her face was streaked with white cum, some dripping off her chin onto her ample
tits. She silently said “thank you” and I watched as she moved around and
kissed the woman fucking her husband, smearing sperm against her lips.
I walked over to the bar again, to relax, and returned to watching the
show on stage. The redhead was still sucking as each man jacked off next to
her. The man to the right pressed his cock against her cheek and shot his load
of thick cum. The girl turned and sucked the head, sperm dripping from her
face onto her left tit and shoulder. The audience made some low ‘ahhs’ and
then a man moved around and spurted his cum several feet onto the girl’s creamy
white tits. They all started to cum quickly, and seconds later, the redhead’s
face and tits were drenched in hot, thick sperm. The men helped her up, and
they bowed as the audience applauded wildly. The redhead couldn’t keep her
fingers from her cunt. She stepped down off the stage and into the audience.
She walked over to a table where a pretty brunette was sitting with several
other people and said something to her. The brunette, wearing a white towel,
had been fingering herself during the show (I’d noticed). The redhead pulled
the towel away and then pulled the brunette to her feet. They kissed, and
the brunette went wild. She began rubbing her face and body against that of
the redhead’s and licking her drenched tits. One of the men at the table
lifted the redhead onto the table, and the brunette followed, rubbing her tits
against the redhead’s. The men at the table took opposite ends and began to
fuck the redhead’s cunt and mouth. The brunette and redhead shared the cocks
and in short order, both men came, with the rest of the audience applauding
and cheering them. One man came all over the brunette’s pussy, while the other
came in her face. The girls licked each other’s faces and finally got up, with
the cheers of the audience.
The bartender told me that he’d been backstage before the redhead had gone
on, and that she was acting out her fantasy. To wit: to have lots of people see
her get covered in cum, then have sex with another girl. He said that she was
fairly new here, and that her name was Kathleen, or Kat.
Two young girls came up to me, and we talked a little. Neither of these
two girls could have been much over nineteen or twenty at best. Both were clad
only in towels, making my nakedness and swelling cock obvious. We finally went
to one of the larger rooms. Both the girls were brunettes, and one had shaved
her pussy. We entered a group room that was fairly empty, save for two couples
at the far end. I began to suck one girl’s tits as the other sucked my cock,
saying that she could taste some cum still around the head. She wasted no time
in sliding her cunt onto my cock and riding me. The other girl, Patti, sat on
my face, letting me taste her freshly showered cunt. I was under them both
for a while, letting Patti get my face nice and juicy, when they switched. Now
Patti rode my cock, while her friend Debbie got tounged. Debbie came very fast
and her juices flowed down my cheeks. Then, she stood up and grabbed Patti’s
head, shoving it between her legs. From behind, I watched Debbie’s nice ass
clench and shake as Patti sucked her pussy. I grabbed Patti’s hips and slammed
my cock into her over and over. Sperm rushed out of my cock and into Patti’s
cunt, and I could feel her cumming too. Debbie pushed Patti back, and bent
down, pulling my cock out and sucking the sperm from her friend’s cunt with
loud moaning noises.
The girls were doing each other wildly, and I layed back and watched. Some
other people came into the room and began their own party. One of the girls
from the far side of the room crawled over and began sucking one of the new-
comer’s pussies while the two guys she’d left double-teamed the remaining girl.
After watching for a little longer, I decided to try and find my wife. I
was fairly sure that she was in a room with another woman at least, and maybe
even another couple. As I entered the hallway, I almost ran into the redhead
who’d been on stage. She was even wetter with sperm and girl-cum, and even
her hair was wet. I told her she was incredibly hot.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “My name’s Kat.”
I introduced myself, and we walked downstairs towards one of the larger
shower rooms. As we walked, the sperm on her tits ran down her stomach and
made her look completely drenched. I asked her if her fantasy had been fun to
perform.
“Yes!” Kat said, her eyes shining. “Especially Michelle afterwards!” I
found out that Michelle was the brunette at the table. Michelle and Kat had
gone to another group room, and every guy came on them both, then they would
find the bi-ladies and lick their pussies. “I’m just about to call it a night.
How about you?”
I told her I was looking for my wife, and that perhaps we could buy her a
drink, or dinner afterwards. Kat asked if my wife was bi, and I told her yes.
Kat agreed to a drink or dinner, saying that she would like to have some
“swinging” friends outside the club.
Just as we entered the hallway on the bottom floor, we saw a tall, dark
haired woman enter the hallway, wearing high black boots, elbow length leather
gloves, and nothing else. She had a petite blonde with her, walking on her
knees into the hallway. The blonde was nude, save for a collar, and wide wrist
cuffs. The blonde was tied with her hands behind her, and a leather strap ran
between her legs from her cuffs to her collar. As we approached, the blonde’s
face glistened wetly, and her long hair was tousled. I recognized the tall
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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How Good Is Group SEX part3

Saturday, September 20th, 2008

25-May-86 23:09:16

So how would you construct a sevensome, (septet?), Eleanor?

By the way, are you aware of the implications of writing Hmmmmmm on
this board?

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

Dear Smug Elly-
Actually, I WAS thinking of two men and one women.
It takes 2 men to cope with a woman, you see. they can lend each
other the emotional support that is needed so much when dealing with
you female types.
Peanut Butter huggs
Harley

26-May-86 21:52:29

shade baby blue eyes>

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

I’m pretty much unaware of the implications of everything.

A septet? Depends on who wants the septet, I think. If *I* were going
to have a septet, it would have to be six men and me. Does that sound
a bit greedy? Anyway, they would be my age or older (40+) and they
would all madly adore me. And then…..and then…..

Hey Peter. In Tibet they have polyandry! A woman often marries all of
the brothers in a family. Sound great to me. One to earn a good
living; one to do the yard work; one to keep house; one to take care of
the kids; one to run errands; and one to do the bookwork. Wow! *I*
would have to spend those days reading or strolling in the well-kept
garden.

You may not hear from me for a while. I’m checking OAG for flights to
Lhasa!

Huggggs,
Eleanor

Oh Don’t go, Eleanor! If you leave us all seven of us will miss you
terribly!

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

You left out one tiny detail —————————->

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

Hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug!
Eleanor

28-May-86 00:16:59

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me and Me

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

Actually, Elly dear, two men are needed so that one can hold the
member of the gentle gender down so the other can do something other
than screw for abit.
with milk, (chocolate, of course)
Harley t/

My experience with ‘groups’ was always with small ones; two girls and
me, or two girls and two guys. Generally sex occurred in pairs with an
occasional real threesome. It would seem to me that for larger real
GROUP sex in every sense of the term, some tendency towards bisexuality
becomes a prerequisite. I guess I haven’t got those tendencies. For me
to have sex with another male even in the room, I have to know him
pretty well!
w.w.

Dear William

I agree. I’d have a problem in having to deal with other males in a
group sex situation. Perhaps my group sex fantasies are really harem
fantasies – other men just don’t come into them!

Peter

oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh!

Gosh, Peter. I didn’t know you did windows, too!

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

< b l u s h >

Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

CONTACT WITH THE OTHER MEN WAS LIMITED IN MOST INSTANCES TO NON-SEXUAL
MASSAGE THE FEMALES INVOLVED WERE ADEQUATE TO DEAL WITH THE SEXUAL ASPECTS

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How Good Is Group SEX

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of group sex. I’ve never tried
it, but it’s part of my fantasies.

I asked a friend who has participated in a number of these scenes and
he said “It’s a bit disappointing. People usually just pair off and
have sex in couples as if they were alone”.

Does group sex ever turn out to involve a lot of people simultaneously
involved with each other? What is the ideal setting for group sex? How
many participants are the ideal number?

Peter

Peter

I’d say not more than 3 or 4.. depending on what you have in mind.
Anymore than that, and things just become too distracting!

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

3 or 4 … do you think the best would be two males and two females, or
some other configuration? And if 3, should they be two girls and a man
or two men and a girl?

Peter

Peter,

To each his or her own as it were, but 2 couples, 2 male and 2 female
seemed best to me. I also have heard of problems with 3’s, but I think
the ultimate solution is just to have compatible people to begin with.
I’ve had wonderful times with 2 men and a woman, and know of a case
where just the reverse was true.

Terry
: * Peter *

Well … my own experience in a couple of such group occasions has been
that the participants didn’t separate off into couples, but pretty much
kept things going on a group level, i.e., everybody was both giving and
receiving mucho stimulation from everyone else. An important
consideration at these times was that the people involved (two men and
two women, plus yours truly) were on the bisexual end of
heterosexuality, so that when us lasses got all sort of wrapped up in
each other, the men participating felt comfortable with giving each
other a hand (so to speak), instead of just keeping their distance from
each other. On the whole, the experience was wonderful, and, I’d
recommend it for folks who want to have some extra-special fun with
close friends.
B.

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

I’m delighted to learn that it can be as much fun as I imagine it to
be. I suppose that there has to be at least some element of bisexuality
for it to get much beyond the pairing-off into couples stage, and that
you would have to choose the participants with this in mind.

How did you get the whole thing started? Did it just sort of happen, or
did you plan it in advance?

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Two of my buddies and I were at the local Go-Go bar part2

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

and kissed me lightly on the lips. All of us continued to
carry on some meaningless conversation for awhile. Greg
said that he had to take a piss and got out of the van.
Paul had to relieve himself also and went with Greg,
leaving Jen and I alone in the van. Jen threw her head
back and as I kissed her she thrust her tongue beep into
my mouth. As we kissed I ran my hand down her belly and
unbuttoned her jeans. I slid the zipper down and she
moaned softly. Our lips parted and she lifted her ass and
slid her jeans off. She had no panties on underneath and
in the dim light I could see that she had a shaven pussy!
My rod was rigid and rock hard, actually aching now! She
turned and started to unbutton my jeans. I raised my ass
and slid them off. She pulled off my underwear releasing
my aching cock and made a cooing noise before saying
simply “Ooooo Baby”! I pulled my tee shirt off as she took
off her halter top. These cute, pert tits stood out
perfectly and invitingly. Paul and Greg, thankfully, had
started a conversation outside and seemed to be engrossed
in it. Jen pushed me down on my back and started to kiss
my chest, slowly working her way down passed my stomach to
my rock hard cock. I reached underneath her and started
playing with her tits, gently kneading her hard nipples
between my fingers. She finally reached my cock and ran
her tongue around the swollen head. She was taking the
head into her mouth and running her tongue around it. She
would then take it out of her mouth and run her tongue
around the head again. As she did this she gently massaged
my balls. She ran her tongue up and down my six inch shaft
and lightly bit the shaft of my cock. My balls were aching
now and she finally took almost my whole cock in her
mouth. I grabbed her hair and started shoving her head
down, trying to ram the whole length of my tool down her
throat. She placed her hand around the base of my cock to
keep my thrusts from choking her as I continued to fuck
her in the mouth. I kept thinking about that clean shaven
cunt she had and pulled her head from my rod. I pulled her
up towards me. She grabbed my cock, positioned herself
over it, and slammed her glistening, shaved pussy down on
me, impaling herself on my ramrod. I felt my balls tighten
up as she sat on me, thrusting her body up and down on my
ready to explode cock. As she fucked me I saw a figure
standing by the back door of the van. It was Paul. He
motioned to me if he could join in. Jen had her eyes
closed savoring each thrust of my cock deep into her pussy
and didn’t know a thing. I reached up and guided Jen’s
lips to mine so that she would be bent over me with her
beautifully rounded ass sticking up in the air. We thrust
against each other while our tongues established a rythym
of their own. Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Paul, cock in hand, taking saliva from his mouth and
putting it on the head of his cock. He slowly moved up
behind Jen and started kissing her firm, well rounded
buttocks. Startled, she tried to sit up. I held her behind
her neck as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Paul
was kissing her ass and slowly worked down until his
tongue was probing her pink, puckered orifice. She was
enjoying Paul’s tongue sliding in and out of her tight
asshole because her thrusts upon my cock became faster and
more erratic and she seemed close to having an orgasm.
Suddenly She stopped thrusting and her body went rigid. I
opened my eyes and saw Paul, now on his knees behind her,
trying to force his cock up that tight, clamped up,
asshole. Jen tried to sit up but her legs were folded
beneath her and she couldn’t get up. No longer kissing, I
held her head next to mine as she started to cry out and
beg “No, please don’t, don’t do that.” “Owwwww” she cried
out as Paul started to push past her backdoor and into the
deep recesses of her bowels. “Please, please, it hurts,
take it out, please take it out” she cried out as Paul
continued to force his long hard cock up her ass. She
started to whimper and make little sobbing noises even as
I thrust my ramrod deep into her cunt. She let out a
sudden cry as Paul, impatient now, rammed the full length
of his shaft up Jen’s tight ass. I felt Paul’s cock slid
against mine through the thin membrane separating Jen’s
ass from her cunt as he impaled her on his manhood. Jen’s
head lay next to me and she was sobbing. Paul and I, now
caught up in this sex extravaganza, alternated our thrusts
as we both shoved our meat deep into her. Jen stopped
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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femsxxxtxt part6

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

Chris grabbed my hand and began rubbing it on her face and tits, licking
Jill’s come from it. I could just lay there and let her.

Pete finally pulled out of me, and I felt like I’d been fucked by a
horse! Jill moved down and licked my pussy from behind. I was beyond
orgasming just then, but it felt good. Jill told me that my pussy
stayed wide open for a few minutes and she stuck her tongue in my gaping
cunt hole. Chris wasn’t finished, and she started sucking Pete’s huge
cock. I just watched for a while, too exhausted to move, and Jill’s
tongue felt sooooo good! Pete was only half hard, but he was still
huge. About 9 inches I’d guess. I watched Chris suck most of him down,
choking slightly. Jill sat up and rolled me over, kissing me and
letting me suck her tongue like Chris had done mine. I love Jill, and I
realized it then, and I wanted to leave with her just so we could hold
each other and kiss all night. Chris started sucking Jeff, and Pete was
fucking her. I wondered where these guys got their stamina. Jill laid
me in her lap and caressed my tits while we watched. Chris was kneeling
with Pete behind her and she sucked Jeff’s cock all the way down. Both
the guys were getting into it when Chris changed the game. “Fuck my ass
with it! Shove it up my ass!” She moaned to Pete. “Are you sure?”
Pete said. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “FUCK MY ASSHOLE YOU PRICK!
CUM IN MY ASS!” Pete slowly slid that huge cock in her ass. Jill and I
moved over to get closer.

Neither of us believed what we saw. Oh, sure, Jill and I had both had
our boyfriend do that, but never with such a huge cock! Chris grunted
as though she were passing a big bowel movement, and then Pete’s cock
slid up her ass. I put my hand on her stomach and I could feel her
getting filled. Jill had one hand on her pussy while she watched, and
my own asshole itched with at the idea of his huge cock there. Pete
moved in and out slowly, holding several fingers around the base so he
wouldn’t hurt her. Chris started moving her ass faster and faster, and
Pete just stayed still, letting her fuck his cock. I was still fucked
out, but my pussy was so wet watching, I started fingering my own pussy.
Jill laid down and started sucking Chris’s tits and I sat on Jill’s
tits, rubbing my wetness over her big tits. I was watching Pete’s cock
slide in and out of Chris’s ass in amazement. Jeff groaned and I could
see Chris jerking his shaft up and down into her mouth. She sat up
suddenly and kissed me, Jeff’s sperm flooding my mouth as a surprise.
Her breath was ragged in my mouth, her ass full of Pete’s pumping cock,
and a lot of Jeff’s sperm ran down our faces and onto my tits. Chris
moaned into my mouth and shuddered. She was coming and I knew why.
Jill’s fingers were rubbing her cunt. Jill grabbed the sofa and moaned,
her hips were shaking, and she put her face down on Jeff’s still stiff
cock. Pete pulled out of Chris’s ass quickly, making her cry out. He
stepped over Chris’s back, straddling her and jerking his cock. I was
wondering what he was doing, and slid back, letting Jill begin to sit
up. Pete turned towards me and shot a thick stream of his cum against
my tits. Then another. What didn’t land on me, dripped onto Jill below
me, or Chris’s back. Pete spermed again, and hit my mouth and cheeks.
It felt good, and when he stopped, I looked down at Jill. She had some
on her cheek, but most of it had landed on her big beautiful tits. We
licked each other off, and Jeff, Pete and Chris all watched.

Finally, laying in Jill’s arms, I looked over and saw that the three of
them were cozied up together too. My ass was up in the air and Jeff
came over to me stroking his still hard cum slick cock. I knew I wanted
him to fuck me again and started to wiggle my ass towards him. Jeff
spread my legs and pressed his hot cock up my cunt banging me with hard
fast strokes. I began to get off again and Chris crawled over to me and
got up under my legs and began to suck and lick my clit while Jeff
pounded his hot shaft up my quivering pussy. I began to climax again
and Chris made Jeff pull out before he shot his load. Spreading my ass
cheeks Chris put Jeff’s throbbing cock against my asshole and told him
to fuck my anus. I had been fucked up the ass before but the feeling I
got when Jeff pressed his hot stiff meat up my asshole was too much to
be believed between his hot cock rammed up my asshole and Chris with her
hot tongue on my clit and her fingers up my pussy I thought I would die
from the pleasure. Jeff reamed my asshole with hard pounding strokes
until I was continually in an orgasmic trance and finally filled my butt
with his thick creamy sperm as I flooded Chris’s mouth with my hot pussy
juice.

That night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had with more than one person.
Jill and I saw Chris several times after that, but now that I’m going to
USC now, we share an apartment off-campus so we can sleep with each
other all the time. We’ve both shared a guy or two, but we have the
most fun with each other or just our respective boyfriends. Somewhere
in the back of my mind, I always knew that one day Jill and I would kiss
passionately. Several times come to mind during our high school days
when I thought about doing i, but thought it would offend her. She says
the same thing. I dearly love Jill, and she loves me too. We both
still like guys, but there are times when all we want to do is hold each
other and kiss and touch, without a big rush. The guys we’ve shared
have told us that we’re two hot girls, especially when we suck their
come from each other’s pussies. I love doing that, because I know it
gives Jill lots of pleasure and she comes so much. Now I have to go.
Jill and I are going to bed, and recounting this has made me hot and
wet. For you gals out there just thinking about it, don’t be rushed.
If the girl you like touches you a lot and makes lots of very direct eye
contact, just brush her breast a little. If her eyes dilate and her
nipple gets hard, let it come naturally. That’s the best way. For you
guys, if you’re lucky enough to know a bisexual girl, let her have some
room. There are times when a woman can make you appreciate a man even
more.

Shauna

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Carols First Threesome part3

Saturday, September 6th, 2008

trimmed her pussy hair fairly close so that her lips showed up nicely.

Her lips were pouting and wet, and she smiled at me again.

“Just to see if you still taste as good,” she said, and then went
down on her knees while I stood there by the side of the bed, and the
next thing I knew she was licking away at my pouty cunt lips.

Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was watching. He was
looking more than happy. Well, most men would have looked happy to have
seen two naked women there, with one of them licking away at the others
cunt.

I felt a thrill go through me as Jane’s wet tongue lapped away at my
pussy lips. Then, she was just poking away inside me with the tip of her
tongue, pushing just the tip inside my cunt, getting a taste of my hot
sweet juices.

After a minute or so, during which time she gave me a couple of good
orgasms, she stood up and licked her lips.

“You taste as good as ever,” she said.

“I want a taste,” said Bill.

“You can suck her out later,” said Jane, steering me toward the bed.
“Right now, Carol here wants to feel that cock of yours inside her cunt,
that’s right, isn’t it Carol?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.

“Okay, come here and get fucked,” said Bill.

“How do you want it?” asked Jane.

“Well, Jane,” I said. “It would be nice if you sat on my face so
that I could suck you out, while Bill fucked my pussy with his lovely
cock.”

“Now, that’s what I call a good idea,” said Jane.

I smiled and nodded, and I was pleased that she was going along with
what I wanted. This really was a secret desire come true, and I was sure
I was really going to enjoy every single thing that happened to me
during the course of the night.

I lay flat on my back, and then Jane moved up the bed and within a
few seconds she was crouched over my face, so that by looking up I could
see every single detail of her pussy.

Large drops of pussy juice were dripping down from her cunt, and
these were soon splashing over my face, and those drops were hot and
lovely. I opened my mouth and some fell inside and I drank them down
…. They tasted as good as ever.

Bill was watching all this. That is the good thing about a
threesome. A man has so much to watch. It must be a real turn on for a
man to see all that.

Anyway, she was above my face and her hot cunt was dripping juice,
and I was drinking it down making my own pussy produce gobs of juice of
it’s own.

Then Jane sat all the way down smothering my mouth with her pungent
pussy. It gave me both the opportunity and the pleasure to snake my
tongue up into her cunt and begin licking her out.

I heard her shout with joy as my tongue went up inside her, and soon
she was shaking like mad, proving that my efforts were making her cum
again and again.

I sucked away, lapped away up there inside her nice tasty pussy
hole, and then I felt something that made me have a huge climax.

What I felt was the head of a huge cock against my cunt lips, and
that is the sensation that will give any woman a mind blowing orgasm.

That cockhead of Bills was all purple, hot and huge, throbbing as he
pushed it gently against my pussy lips. I felt him increase the
pressure, then felt my lips part and my cunt cream flood and cover that
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Tuesday, August 12th, 2008

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Sunday, August 3rd, 2008

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Friday, July 18th, 2008

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