Into The Woods (erotic tales)
 
Erotic Stories and Misadventures of some guy named Jimmy.
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My Very First Orgasm
Posted:Sep 9, 2016 11:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2018 10:17 am
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Welcome to INTO THE WOODS! An Erotic Blog for those who enjoy erotica ... I have reached 127 watchers so far and I do invite you to become a watcher! Heck, become a FAN too if you like! LOL I will post new stories on a regular basis! Just keep rolling down to get the latest Story! Well now moving up to the 49,000 viewer mark for this post~! I first started at Fuckspace in 2016 and then split for a while. It's good to be back~! Thanks Everyone! Funny I have had SO many readers and so few comments.. That might be a good thing~! LOL (but seriously, please leave a comment so I'll know you were here) Please feel free to continue to sign up. )
Jimmy B.



My very first orgasm.... A true (and very short) story.

This takes place during my puberty phase of life.

Most people are shocked when hearing about little boys being molested by older girls. Facts are facts. I enjoyed every minute of it. So in my case, I hardly call it being molested as much as being schooled. Lee Ann was our baby sitter. She lived in a house on the next block over and her mother and mine were best friends. I think Lee Ann was 15 when this story took place.

Lee Ann had several boyfriends over for sex at various times when she watched us for my parents. I had watched a few times and knew a few of the basics but had never had the chance to try them out.

We got into an argument at "bed time" night and I refused to go to bed so she wouldn't have a chance to call her boy friend to come over for a visit. Lee Ann was a head taller than me and tried to force me into the bed. I resisted and fought back. She proceeded to try and strip me down to my underwear during our battle and succeeded. That's when she discovered the hard on I was sprouting in my fruit of the looms. She started rubbing my shorts and things suddenly changed. I responded by touching her boobs.......... Her clothes came off faster than mine did.

We wound up fucking each other. First I was on top, then when she saw I didn't know what I was doing, Lee Ann switched over and got on top (Still my favorite position to this day.) and rewed me until she cum all over me. thing about this 12 boy, my penis might not have been as big as an adult but it stayed hard forever. I didn't know how to have an orgasm and wasn't even close to ejaculation by the time Lee Ann had finished. She didn't know what to think. Up till then all her guys popped off within a couple of minutes and she was left to finish herself off by hand. I was her new toy that could keep up.

This went on for a couple of months. Lee Ann even invited me to her house when her parents were g. Not once during all these fuck sessions did I even come close to popping my load. Hell, I didn't even know what a load was till she told me. (I learned NOTHING from my folks about sex). Of course it still felt like heaven while we were "doing it". By this time I was pounding her from behind doggy style and she even let me ream her in the ass while she fingered herself. Thank god for Vaseline. She had a tight ass hole. But again.... I never did cum.

evening after the girls were put to bed, Lee Ann showed up in my room with my dad's electric hair clippers (the big black s with multiple trimmer covers). Dad used the thing to keep my hair buzzed short.

"What are you going to do? Cut my pubes?" I was growing hair around my privates and I thought she was going to cut them off. "No freaking way! I those hairs in place when I go to gym class!"

"I 'm not going to give you a trim silly. Got a treat for ya Jimmy. You are going to like this." she said as she plugged the cord into the wall. She began rubbing my cock through my jeans and up popped the little guy like magic. I was worried as she stripped my clothes off that she would cut off what few hairs I had down there. I was only of a couple of guys in my grade with hair down there and if I showed up bare naked in the showers.........I'd just die!

Lee Ann began with a sweet kiss on the tip of my swollen pecker. I shuttered as a thrill sent goose bumps all over. I grabbed her head as I pushed my penis deeper into her open mouth. She flipped on the switch on the clippers and held it against the base of my cock above my balls......................... ....OH MY GOD!

The vibrations from the clippers shot through me like an electric jolt. I gasped for breath as Lee Ann continued to lick and suck on the head of my cock. I became weak in the knees and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My breath was coming in ragged gasps for air....I couldn't get enough air..... I let go of her head and grabbed the edge of the bed for support. I began to loose control of my mules and shook as though I were freezing. I could feel nothing but the INCREDIBLE sensations coming from her blow job.....Nothing like this had EVER felt this way! I laid back on the bed and quivered while Lee Ann continued sucking me into heaven.

I could feel heat building in my balls after a few seconds....it hurt....it felt awesome all at the same time. I was gasping for air even harder now. The pressure/pain/pleasure growing inside me. then I....I....blacked out.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt like it was asleep..skin tingling all over. I felt a rise of panic as I couldn't remember where I was or what had happened....then I saw Lee Ann wipe something off her face. (found out later it was cum) I remembered....."Holy CRAP! is THAT what I've been missing?" She smiled and laughed.

"You wouldn't stop shooting Jimmy, I swallowed till I choked then you shot another load right in my face! Euuuuh!" then she giggled.

"Uh.....can we do that again?"..... and we did.... over and over for months to come.

True story. I found out that I could get off with just the clippers and and wound up burning it out after a few months of masturbating with it. But that's another story.

Jimmy B.

Oh by the way, I do love to "Kiss and Tell" so there are over 100 more stories listed below for your enjoyment. I have 2 more stories about Lee Ann as well as my continuing WALNUT STREET journal...... ALL are welcome! While not all of the stories are true histories, most of them do draw from personal experience. This is the real deal. 45 of the stories on this blog are true. about 20 have some "exaggerations" added and the rest are fictional with a personal touch or . See if you can pick out which is which.



If you want to share your story of your first orgasm... don't be shy..., (remember THAT ?) please leave a comment and have a great day!

All are welcome.. I am working on my 1,000th comment on my blog and a couple of hundred more....(even the negative s LOL I your the feedback to improve my stories.) Thanks again. Jimmy B.
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Getting Laid is an Art Form.
Posted:Oct 17, 2018 10:05 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2018 8:03 am
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Yes it must be tiresome getting hit on by horny men, but, what you may not know, simply asking for a "row in the hay" has a 1 in 8 chance of getting a yes. BUT...If you have an agenda of ONLY WANTING SEX, most girls you talk to that evening will sense it and feel that you want something from them . . . And they will be right because you DO!

Now, to be fair – there’s nothing wrong with having a goal like that. Because quite often, the direct approach works very well, especially in clubs and other loud venues if you know what you’re doing and are very congruent with it.

So when you only have one single goal of getting laid in mind when you’re at a party – you close yourself off to having any sort of meaningful interactions with other people. You don’t offer “the full experience” to any girl that you meet, and as a result, you do not get laid.

And then you want to know how to get laid at a party because no one seems to be interested in going home with you . . . Well, now;s the part where I tell you how to do this the correct way.

Just remember, if you interact with women to achieve an objective rather than just to enjoy the process – you’ll only rarely get laid because you won’t be offering her the full experience that is you. The second you start trying to get laid, neglecting everything else, you doom yourself to fail.

“Hey, you look lovely today, so I came over to talk to you and see if you’re also a great person and not just a pretty face . . . I’m Jimmy, and you are?”

That way, you’ll be approaching beautiful women at the party because you want to see if they’re actually a decent person or not. And not because you instantly want to fuck them due to their looks alone. And guess what? The girls will notice that you have STANDARDS – that you won’t sleep with just any attractive woman at the drop of a dime. They will see that you are not desperate, that you aren’t simply out to get laid like most guys are. They’ll realize that you actually CARE to see who THEY are before putting YOUR dick inside them.

That’s one of the keys of how to get laid at a party and do it on a consistent basis. In fact, it’s one of the keys to being successful with women in general; treating women like PEOPLE and not OBJECTS.

Works 1 in 8 times. The other key is to keep trying till you find that 1 in 8.

Jimmy B.
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The Big House on Walnut Street: Graduation Party
Posted:Oct 16, 2018 7:25 am
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2018 9:37 am
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All things must come to an end as the day of my graduation from TTU loomed closer and closer. My best bud Mike insisted we have a blowout party to “END ALL PARTIES” to celebrate the fact that I actually got a diploma coming in a few days. We decided to invite everyone. I do mean everyone. I didn’t think a lot of my ex’s would actually show up but boy was I in for a surprise. I quit my job at the drug store my senior year to concentrate on getting passing grades and actually having a shot at getting out in 4 years. My days in the Big House on Walnut Street are just about over.

Mike (the rich one) offers to run to Gainesboro to buy the whiskey and wine. Wild Bill (not a s rich but richer than I am ) would foot the bill for food. Robin offered to cook or at least manage the food in the kitchen with help from Jessica and Kelly. Me? Well I decided to pay for the keg and ice. My friends Don and Craig (who were in ROTC) promised to come in full uniform and “guard” the keg so all I had to do was party. Mike even hired a guy to be the bartender. Now THAT’S class.

Soon nine o'clock rolls around and guests start arriving. It's a celebration of being young, care free, and more importantly, trying to get laid. For every guy that enters the party, my friend Wild Bill screams out "SHOTS!!" And for every girl that enters the party, my friend Wild Bill also screams out "SHOTS!!" Needless to say, Wild Bill enjoys taking shots.

The guests continue to pile in and by 11 o'clock all three of my ex’s have arrived and are well on their way to inebriation along with myself. Shortly thereafter I see my first opportunity. Janet is built on a slender 5'6" frame with small C cups that fit her perfectly. With her shapely ass and toned stomach and legs, anyone could easily mistake her for a member of a track team. We've been making eye contact for the past hour and with a few drinks in me I get a little bold and give her ass a healthy squeeze as I go in for a hug. Janet is currently living with Sharon (Janet is bisexual) on the other side of town. I didn’t see Sharon anywhere in the crowd.

"Really Jimmy??" Janet slyly remarks with her eyes squinted at me.

"What?! I haven't seen you in a while. Two friends can't hug and let each other know that they miss one another's company?" I replied with a smirk on my face.

"Oh, so you miss my company so much that you don't call me though, right?"

"You sound crazy, absurd even. I call you, but you always respond with short answers so I thought you didn't want to talk. I'm not going to hound you if that's what you want."

"I don't need anyone to hound me, but you can talk to me besides when you want something."

"And what might it be that I want?" I reply with a smile.

"Don't start. I wouldn't want any of your little girlfriends in here to start looking at me funny."

"Well if I was concerned with what my 'little girlfriends' (air quotes were included) were thinking, would I be over here talking to you?"

"Mmm hmm, whatever Jimmy."

As she walks away I can tell I still have her interest peaked. I take a quick glance around the room to make sure no one is looking. The coast is clear and I flick my tongue out at Janet in a slow, lewd display to let her know exactly what I am thinking. She smiles but shakes her head at me as if to say, "You're so bad." I've always loved eating pussy, but Janet's pussy made it that much more enjoyable. Her pussy has that well designed look as if it were carved from a fruit with a razor blade. It was so inviting and delicious and all I can think about right now is getting my mouth on it, immediately. And then, preparation met opportunity as Janet looked me dead in the eye but spoke to the room and said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

Janet climbs the steps never breaking eye contact with me on the way up. You don't have to tell me twice! As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I leave the crowded confines of the main floor and try to inconspicuously make my way quickly up the steps. Within seconds I am at the bathroom door and I listen for any signs of life on the other side. I hear running water and knock on the door.

"Someone is in here", I hear Janet's voice from the other side.

I open the door, quickly step in and shut and lock the door behind me. There is no romance with Janet and me and I like that. When we get together it's not to make love. We want to cum, and we want to cum now. Usually with Sharon joining in.

"Wow, that didn't take long at all." Janet says with a smile.

"Did you expect it to? Get over here."

I tug at Janet's pants unbuttoning them violently and quickly pull the zipper down. I hook two thumbs in at each side and pull her jeans and panties in unison to her ankles in one swift movement. With each motion, soft O's escape Janet's lips as she anticipates what's coming next. I don't even bother to pull her pants down over her shoes to free her legs. I push Janet back onto her ass on the sink counter and dive in face first.

"OH JIMMY! FUCK! Oh my God I've missed your tongue!"

I pull my mouth off of Janet's pussy momentarily, "Trust me, I've missed tasting your pussy. Fuck you taste fantastic!"

"Mmm, yes, right there keep going!"

Janet's pussy is not only shaped like a well carved fruit but it tastes like one too. I immediately start working on her clit, flicking my tongue the length of her pussy but making sure to send two flicks her way at the top of her pussy. I press my face further into her thighs which have now come down behind my head making an inescapable prison with her thighs to each side and her scrunched up jeans behind my head. Pushing further in I slowly drag my tongue up and own the full length of her pussy being sure to leave as much saliva as I can behind to make things extra wet. I suck up the mix of saliva and her now dripping pussy making a loud vulgar sound that could easily be heard from two rooms away. With the mix of juices in my mouth I move to Janet's clit drawing circles around it with my tongue. The fluids in my mouth produce a loud sloshing sound as my tongue races circles around her clit and her thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

"GOD DAMN!! Holy shit, that feels so fucking good Jimmy! Damn, you're going to make me cum! Eat that pussy, keep eating my pussy just like that!!"

Feeling inspired I am about to pick up the pace when there is a knock at the door.

"Come on now, people have to use the bathroom!" a female voice yells from the other side.

I go to respond and all the wetness in my mouth spills out onto Janet's pussy and I let out a muffled and barely audible, "You the un donsterrrs!"

Looking at the mess I made, I once again loudly slurp up the juicy mix from Janet's pussy inspiring a very loud moan which Janet poorly attempted to muffle with her hand.

I hear a second knock and this time a male voice says, "Hey, people have to use the bathroom out here, let's go!"

I ignore the knocking and the voices and eagerly begin working on Janet's pussy. I'm in the zone and I want to feel her pussy pulsing on my lips and tongue. I take two handfuls of her ass, pull her in close to me and concentrate on her clit pressing down just enough that she can feel my now frantic tongue going to town and begging for her orgasm. We wound up naked on the floor in a 69 position my cock enjoying her hot moist mouth.




"YESSS JIMMY! OH FUCK THAT IS IT RIGHT THERE!! KEEP GOING, DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!!" Janet acknowledges my hard work by grinding her pussy onto my frenzied mouth. Her bucking hips, my firm grip on her ass, and my face covered in her pussy juices, I am in my moment and my reward soon follows.

"I'M CUUUMMMINNNG!!! OOOOOOOOH YESSSS!!! OOOOOOOOOH!! UGH! UGH! OH MY! Whew... WOW." Janet's eyes meet mine as I look up at her with a smile on my face. After a few well placed kisses on her pussy to show my appreciation, I immediately cum hard into her mouth. She suckd down all of me greedily then when we are both exhausted, I lift Janet's legs up and escape my pussy prison and start grabbing my clothes.

I turn on the sink and Janet cleans up first and exits the bathroom quickly. I follow behind shortly thereafter only to find a crowd of people outside the bathroom door staring at me. Some are upset, others are clapping, and yet still others are astonished that anyone would be so bold. Wild Bill is among the first to approach me. With a huge smile on his face, all he says is, "You motorboatin' son of a bitch!" and laughs hysterically.

Well, that's a good start to the evening. One down, two to go.
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Spanking That ASS~!
Posted:Oct 12, 2018 9:05 am
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2018 10:27 am
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I was viewing some of the GIF’s posted by people on this site and noticed how many were covering the “slapping the ass” before or during sex. Kinda like the image below.





It has been my personal experience that 3 out of 5 women enjoy and often encourage a friendly slap on the rear as a show of affection. Some say that a slap on the butt will cause in involuntary contraction of the kegel muscle causing the vagina to contract and tighten down on the penis during sex. Anyway, My question is:

How many people here enjoy a slap on the rump?
How many do not? And , of course, why?

Jimmy B.
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Workin At The Car Wash
Posted:Oct 11, 2018 7:48 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2018 10:12 am
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I recall the incredible times I had while living in the Big House on Walnut Street. During this time I was driving around in an old ’67 model car that wasn’t quite old enough to be a collector’s item but it was still reliable and affordable. I only paid $500 (out of my own pocket) for it before I started school. Most students were driving the latest model whatever that their parents bought for them. My 1967 car today will bring 5 to 6 figures in a classic car auction if I could bring myself to part with it. This story takes place in Cookeville a few years ago when I was visiting my old stomping grounds. Saturday was Home Coming and I got to town a couple of days early to avoid problems getting a room for the night. But first I needed to clean the bugs off my car.

I wheeled my car into the carwash. The place was a little tacky, and well past its prime. The same could not be said of the attendant that approached my car. My mouth fell open a little when i saw the amazingly huge breasts under the tight green shirt.

In a pleasing southern drawl, she asked, "What'll be Darlin'?"

"Just an exterior wash. Nothing extra."

"Honey, you want our Express Wash. It'll be $8."

I handed her a ten dollar bill. "Keep the change."

"Thanks sweetie, just let me get your receipt and we'll get you nice and clean."

She opened the door and handed him the receipt. "I'll take it from here, dear. Just leave the keys in the car." She waited for me to get out.

"Listen," I said, "do you mind if I drive it myself. I like to keep an eye on my car. She’s been with me for a long time."

She stepped back and smiled at me. It was late in the day, and the last thing she needed was some asshole telling her how to do her job. "I'm sorry, sir, but our insurance doesn't allow any customers inside the carwash." It was a lie, but it usually worked. I gave the woman a second look and marveled at the huge tits she was hiding under her shirt.

“Hey, My eyes are up here!” she said with a twinkle in her eye and continued to smile.

I returned her smile. "I understand, and if you want me to sign a waiver, I'll be happy to."

"Listen pal," she said, dropping the southern drawl. "This ain't exactly my dream job, so don't fuck with me. Especially not today."

"I don't mean to be a bother. Can't we work something out? I'll double the tip."

There were two cars in line behind me, and she needed to get things moving again. "Fine, but just do what I tell you to." She walked around and got into the passenger seat. "Pull up, and drive around the vacuum station, you didn't pay for that."

I did as she asked and drove around to the back of the building. There were two cars waiting to go into the carwash.

"Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. My name's Jimmy." I extended a hand to her.

"Big Jenn." She took my hand, warmly touching it with her fingers. The southern drawl was back.

"You look a little frazzled," I said. "Tough day?"

She stared at me, trying to decide how to respond. It was none of my fucking business of course. She ignored my question and asked her own. "Are you retired?"

I laughed, " It’s the grey hair right? Do I look that old?"

She smiled. "Not old, just retired. And yeah, this has been one fucked up day."

"Sorry, anything I can do to help?"

Without thinking, she said, "Not unless you've got $500 to spare. My landlord is all over my ass for back rent, and he's calling me every hour, threatening eviction."

I gave her a sympathetic smile. Her face looked tired, with at least one wrinkle for each of her thirty years. Her scraggly blonde hair was pulled back into a poorly tied pony tail. The loose fitting blue jeans pants were stained and had several holes located in strategic places accented her figure. Same thing for her bright green shirt, emblazoned with the carwash logo on the back. She was a touch on the heavy side, with big tits and a big ass. All in all, nicely proportioned.

"Maybe I can brighten your day." I pulled five crisp one hundred dollar bills from my wallet and laid them on the center console.

She looked at the money, then back up at me. "Hey, I was just kidding... I mean about sparing the money. You rich or something?"

I gave her a warm smile. "Not quite but something like that," I said. "What difference does it make, I want to help?"

"I can't take your money." There wasn't a lot of conviction in her voice. It was money that she could really use right now.

"Consider it a loan."

She looked at the money. "No strings?"

"None."

She picked up the money. "I can't promise to pay you back."

"I'm not asking you to."

She looked at him skeptically. "You married?"

"No."

She tucked the money into her back pocket. "Pull up," she said, pointing to the the empty spot in front of them. She was grateful for the money, and God knows, she needed in. She felt a sudden desire to return his kindness. "How about I brighten your day?" She squeezed his thigh with her left hand.

"That's not necessary." I said.

She reached into my crotch and squeezed my cock. "Are you sure? You won't be disappointed. I give great head."

I laughed, not entirely surprised by my good fortune. "Well, maybe just a quick one." As I unbuckled my pants and got them unzipped.

She pulled my semi hard cock out and gently stroked it. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anybody had pulled up behind us. With the coast clear, she leaned over the console and took my cock into her mouth.

"You weren't kidding," I said, "my day is brighter already."

She wasted no time getting him hard. He reached around and squeezed her large breast.

I looked into the rear view mirror. "Don't look up now, but a car just pulled in behind us."

She lifted her head off my cock, just enough to speak. "Just follow the instructions on the lights. When you turn into the carwash, we'll be out of sight." She returned to sucking my stiff cock while I pulled the car forward.

"Okay, I just turned in."

She sat up, keeping her left hand wrapped around my cock. "Put the car in neutral and take your foot off the brake."

I placed my hand on the back of her neck, gently massaging it. "Done."

She leaned in and switched hands on my cock. "Ready for a big finish?"

"I can't wait."

She started down, and then hesitated. "Honey, it's been a long time since I've had a decent fuck. Do you mind?"

I gawked at her in disbelief. Head was one thing, but a fuck, here in the car? I managed a brief stammer " Nu nu no, I don't mind."

The spinning brushes and spraying water gave us privacy as the car inched along the track.

She unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down around her ankles, along with her panties. "Put your seat back as far as it will go." She pulled her right foot free of her clothes and flung it over his lap, climbing over the console and wedging herself between me and the steering wheel.

I couldn't resist reaching up between her legs, rubbed her thick thatch of coarse hair, and wiggled all four fingertips between the large lips of her slippery gash.

The rush of warmth in her loins forced out a soft moan.



She lifted her shirt, along with her bra, and spilled her large tits into my face. I removed my fingers from her wet pussy and guided my cock to her pussy. She lowered herself, engulfing my rock hard cock with her moist warmth.

I massaged her massive globes. I licked her hard nipples, and tugged on them with my teeth.

Her legs were wedged along the side the seat, and of little help when it came to fucking. She reached for the hand grip over the driver's door, and used that to raise and lower herself on my cock.

"Four minutes," She announced, keeping a steady rhythm, up and down on his cock. "Are you going to make it in time, Jimmy?"

I laughed. "Yeah, keep this up and it won't be a problem." I was sucking air on each up stroke, and grunting on each down stroke. "How about you?"

"Oh honey, you better believe I'll make it. But, better give me a little boost... just to make sure... "

I let go of her breast and reached between her cheeks, probing for her tiny asshole.

"Oh baby, you're reading my mind. Three minutes..."

She gasped when I wiggled a finger up into her ass. The muscles in her arms were doing a slow burn, carrying all her weight as she fucked me. She fought through the pain, and increased her pace.

"Two minutes..." The brushes retracted, and the final rinse started. Our privacy was slowly vanishing. Up ahead he could see the shapes of the workers waiting to wipe down the car.

I forced a second finger up into her ass.

She bit down on her lower lip to muffle a cry of pleasure. "One minute..."

"Oh fuck!" I shouted. "I'm going to..."

She kept pumping. So close. She grimaced as the pain seared her arms. "I'm almost there... wait for me..."

The rinse cycle finished, and only a light mist of finishing spray blocked the view of the workers. Luckily, they were all busy with the car in front of them.

I grunted loudly as my first shot blasted up into her.

She was right there with me. The roar of the air dryer drowned out the screech of her orgasm. Her arms gave out, and she jammed a hand down between her legs, rubbing out for a few more moments of intense pleasure.

The buzzer sounded, warning me to put the car in gear and drive forward.

She dove into the passenger seat just as the workers turned to approach the car, leaking a trail of goo across the bench seat.

After getting her foot back in her pants, she pulled them up and got out of the car. Someone tossed her a towel, and she helped finish drying the car.

I was about to drive off when she motioned for me to roll down the passenger window. "Don't forget to ask for Big Jenn when you come back, ya hear?"

"I'll definitely do that."

She glanced down at the wet bench seat. "Next time you better have the interior cleaned too."
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Alone With Robin In The Big House - part 2
Posted:Oct 4, 2018 10:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2018 4:31 am
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They showered after their first wild session alone in the Big House on Walnut Street. It was a little awkward between the two as Jimmy felt guilty that Mike was not there to share in the bliss after sex. Being in a threesome relationship can be very complicated. Coming out of the shower upstairs the two of them decided to make the moment more romantic by cuddling up next to the fireplace in the den. Blankets and pillows were quickly gathered and spread in front of the expensive colonial brick fireplace. Of course neither one bothered to put on any clothing during this little party. Remembering some of the things they had done together as a threesome, Jimmy decided to take a page out of Mike’s play book and picked out some hardware while Robin was dealing with the bedding.

Robin settled into her favorite position on her back, head propped up on pillows and her legs spread wide and knees bent. Taking his visual clue, Jimmy settled between her legs and began sucking and licking her clit as his finger explored her g spot. Jimmy smiled a little as he tasted both her sweet cum mixed with a little of his salty semen as his tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy.

Her skin seemed to glow from within as she lay sprawled across the pillows covering the floor in front of the fireplace. The flames flickered across her curves, highlighting the roundness of her large breasts and darkening the shadow between them. Her hands were entwined in the hair covering the head between her legs. Her back arched off of the pillows, pushing her hips tight against the tongue tormenting her aching clit.

She forced herself over and moved into her second favorite position, cowgirl and began to fuck Jimmy like her life depended on having an orgasm. Knowing he couldn’t take more than a couple of minutes in this position without cumming prematurely, Jimmy took matters into his own hands and wrestled Robin over back into the missionary position.


"No, no, no," he said, rising up over her and pinning her wrists to the floor. "I told you not to do that. I want more this time." She pouted her lower lip lush and full. Her hips rose off of the floor as his hardening cock slid against her slit. She gasped as the head glanced over her clit. He teased her, his shaft gliding across her sensitive flesh. He leaned down, his lips opening against hers. His tongue slid into the silky softness of her mouth and tangled with hers. She moaned into him, begging for more.

She tensed against his hands, trying to reach for him. His knee slid between her legs, holding her helpless on the floor. She ground her cleft against his knee, aching for relief from the throbbing between her legs. "Uh uh. I said no," he growled. He reached over her head, drawing a pair of Mike’s handcuffs from around the leg of the sofa. She watched him as he drew each arm up, locking the cuffs around her wrists. She tried to pull her arms down and failed. He had strategically placed one cuff on each side of the sofa leg. He stood up and walked into the kitchen.

He returned momentarily, a few yards of rope between his fingers. He swung it idly, dragging the frayed end over her breasts, teasing her nipples. He knelt beside her, tweaking the hard nubs between his fingers. He slid the rope behind each of her knees, tying her legs to her restrained arms. She was spread wide before him, utterly at his mercy.

He leant over her, dragging his hard cock across her cheek. She turned her head and took him deep into her throat, her tongue licking its way up and down the length of his cock. She swirled the tip of her tongue against the underneath of his head and felt a flare of satisfaction when he thrust deeper into her mouth, groaning her name. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her lips up and around his shaft, choking her with his cock. She moaned, sending vibrations thrumming through his length.

Her tongue slid teasingly against him and he pulled back, dragging his wet cock across her face. He moved between her legs and she blushed, sure that he could see all of her. She closed her eyes, bathing in the warmth from the fire. Her eyes flew open to meet his when his open hand cracked against the damp skin of her open pussy lips. She whimpered as he did it again, his hand stinging her sensitive skin. "It feels good, doesn't it, Robin?" he asked her. She nodded timidly. "Talk," he demanded, "Tell me how good it feels when I slap your slutty little cunt."

"It feels very good, Sir. It makes my pussy dripping wet," she whispered.

"You know what happens to wet little pussies, don't you?" he asked as his fingers dipped inside her tight heat. She arched her hips as his fingers drove deeper, filling her. Two, then three, stretching her open for his cock. "Tell me, slut," he said, pulling his fingers from her and slapping her open cunt again.

"They get fucked," she said.

"And how do they get fucked, my pet?" he asked.

She swallowed, watching the intensity of his face in the firelight. "Hard," she whispered.

He smiled down at her, the flickering flames reflected in his dark eyes. He leaned down, sucking the side of her neck. She moaned, turning her head to allow him better access. She shivered, trembling beneath the onslaught of his mouth.

She felt the tip of his cock slide between her wet lips a second before he slammed into her. She cried out, gasping as her pussy stretched around the invasion of his cock. He gave her no time to adjust. He slammed in and out of her, driving her ass into the pillows beneath them. He braced himself over her, driving deeper with every thrust. She felt his balls slapping her ass as he pummeled her cunt. "Oh God," she gasped.

"What, slut?" he growled, his hips slapping against hers. He slammed into her hard, holding his cock deep in her cunt. She could feel him throbbing within her. She tightened around him and he glared at her. "Don't try to make me cum. I'll fuck you until I've had enough," he told her. "Your pussy is mine." She tightened around him again, testing his words.

His eyes never left hers as he withdrew from the hot, slick dampness of her cunt. He slid his fingers into her, coating them in her juices. He drew them down her slit and across her asshole, pushing the tip of one against the tight ring of muscle there. She trembled as he slid his thumb into her ass. She was on fire, burning from the penetration. She watched him as he finger fucked her ass, preparing it for his cock. He slid two fingers into her pussy and continued thumbing her ass. He took her to the brink, teasing her mercilessly with his fingers. "Fuck my ass," she finally demanded. He gave her a look, then slid his wet fingers from her cunt and slapped it again, hard. She whimpered. "Please?"

He smiled down at her as he took his cock in his hand and stroked himself, teasing both of them. "You want my cock in your ass?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," she answered. "Please."

He fit the head of his cock against her asshole and pushed into her. She cried out as her body stretched around the invasion, her back arching off of the floor. He was relentless, pushing into her steadily, making her take every inch of his hard cock in her ass. Her eyes fluttered closed as he took her. His balls came to rest against her and she took a deep breath, adjusting to having him buried in her. Her hips lifted, taking him even deeper. He groaned, his hands sliding under her ass to pull her into him. "Look at me," he demanded.

She opened her eyes, watching his face as light from the fire flickered across it, highlighting his features. She was dying to run her hands over his shoulders, to lean up and kiss his chest, to wrap her long legs around his hips as he pumped into her, but she knew he would have none of it. Tonight, he wanted her helpless, under his control, forced to obey his every whim while he took her. He began moving within her, sliding his cock in and out of her tight ass. She was on fire, burning as he fucked her. His fingers teased the wet entrance of her cunt as he fucked her ass, sliding barely in and retreating. His thumb flickered across her clit, making her moan his name. He sped up, fucking her harder. It still burnt, it still hurt, but she didn't care. She didn't give a damn about anything but cumming around the hard cock fucking her.

"You're such a pretty little slut-doll," he growled, his fingers digging into her chest. He pinched her nipples hard, tenting them between his knuckles. "A pretty little slut-doll who's going to cum all over my hard cock," he told her, his cock slamming into her. She moaned, begging for more. "You look so good taking my dick, baby," he said, watching lust infuse her features as he took her higher and higher. She was driving him crazy, moving her hips that way, fucking her ass back on his cock. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. "Is my slut ready to cum for me?" he asked.

"Oh God," she whimpered, "Please let me cum. Make me cum with your cock buried in my slutty little ass," she begged. He slammed into her like a freight train, fucking her feverishly, feeling her tighten around him as she got closer and closer to the edge.

He thrust into her deep and held his cock in her ass, throbbing wildly. "Cum, slut. Cum for me. Now!"

The feeling of his cock filling her ass with his hot cum sent her through the roof. She jerked on the floor, her back arching, pushing her tits out towards him. He pinched them harder, making her whimper. She clenched around him, draining every drop of cum from him as she milked his cock with her ass. She felt him unsnapping the handcuffs from her wrists and freeing her legs from the rope. He lied down beside her, pulling her still-quivering body tight against his. She felt his fingers in her hair, running across her shoulders, circling her back. She turned in his arms, throwing a thigh lazily over his and tangling her fingers in the hair on his chest, her cheek coming to rest against the breadth of his shoulder. She drifted off, the heat from the fire warming their naked skin.

“Shit.” He thought. “Mike is going to have a cow when we tell him about this.”
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Alone with Robin in the Big House
Posted:Sep 28, 2018 10:06 am
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2018 1:14 pm
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The day began much like any other in the Big House on Walnut Street. The owner of the house is away on a short visit to his parents out of state. The time is Spring Break and all classes at Tech are closed of course. Many students have headed south for fun in the sun in exotic places like Cancun Mexico or not so exotic places like Daytona. He, unfortunately, doesn’t have the funds available for the Spring Break hiatus to the South. Once again relying on himself for sexual gratification, our hero is faced with a dry spell in the bedroom. With the singular exception of oral sex while getting a trim last week, he has had to rely on porn and his good right hand for relief. Then, suddenly, there was a noise downstairs in the Big House that was supposed to be empty. Grumbling to himself he stuffs his hard on back into his jeans and heads down the stairs to see what is making so much noise.

As he rounded the corner into the living room, there stood Robin fighting with a large suitcase at the main entrance. “Oh, shit Jim,” she said to him. “You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I thought you would be in Florida by now.” He said with a grin.

“Fuck that shit!” she spat out. “Assholes ran off and left me here and I wasted a whole day waiting for them to show. Fuck! Now I’m stuck here cause Mike’s got the car.”

The two were part of a threesome living in the house. Mike and Jimmy were old high school buddies and while Robin was technically Mike’s girl, she along WITH Mike had has sex many times with Jimmy over the course of the past few months. Up until this moment, though, the two had never been together alone in the Big House before. It was an unwritten rule that Mike always got to watch when they were together. Hummmmm this was something new to the dynamic.

“Uh, ya need a hand with that?” he asked.

“Damn Jim, you think?” she replied then smiled a big grin as he grabbed the handle and started up the stairs. Robin caught a glimpse on the large bulge in his jeans and realized what he must have been doing when she arrived.
Her big chest bounced inside the restrictive bra as she bounded up the steps getting ahead of him. A naughty thought crosses her mind as she unlocks the door to her bedroom. He walks through the door lugging the heavy suitcase. She reaches around him and grabs his still semi hard cock showing through his jeans and gives him a squeeze.

“Hey now,” he said. “Mike’s not back yet Luv.”

She pulls at his shirt turning him into her and plants a deep tongue filled kiss in his mouth as he drops the suitcase on the floor.

“So?” she asked.

“Ok” he replied.
She smirks, biting his lip playfully as his hands creep beneath her skirt. He lifts the tight shirt she'd worn, and they break apart from kissing long enough to lift it over her head. A bra is quickly pushed up; he can't be bothered to fumble with the clasp. Instead, his mouth finds one nipple, his fingers find another, and her hands tug with a little frustration at his zipper. She's able to ease his jeans off his hips, but he gasps when she catches the waistband of his underwear on his cock. She apologizes, kissing and sucking at his neck in between sorries, and he doesn't bother to tell her that it hadn't hurt.

He stops long enough to take off her bra entirely, and it's flung to some far corner of the room. Gripping her hips, he turns her around on his lap, sitting her so that his cock and her (frustratingly still-clothed) ass were touching. When he moves his hips forward, she gets the hint and uses her arms to brace herself and push back. He groans, a hand moving up to tangle in her hair.

"Fuck," he hisses, and repeats it when she stands up. She gives his erection a searing glance and a half-smile, but when she starts to move her body, she watches his face. Moving slowly, hypnotically, she turns around and slides her jeans off her legs, bending over oh-so-unintentionally as she does so. He leans forward to touch her ass, but she gives a warning glare over her shoulder.

"Nuh uh," she says, half-grinning. "Not yet." The underwear, she slips off without ceremony, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. With a renewed sense of urgency she turns back around, watching as he takes off his own shirt. She plants kisses from his collarbone down his chest, her tits conveniently rubbing against his erection. He bucks his hips once or twice, until she swats him teasingly on the stomach. "Stop that," she says, giggling a little. "Just wait." She glances up to see the puppy-dog eyes she knew he was giving, and she just rolls hers in response.

A few kisses later she's to his cock, but she doesn't do anything. Instead, she looks up and waits for permission with her eyebrows raised. His own eyes are half-shut, but they open when she's gone about five seconds without touching him. "What're you waiting for?" he says, sounding irritated and breathy and horny all at the same time. This time she goes for it. Her mouth forms an O shape, far too small for his cock, but she has a technique. It's like he's fucking her for real, except not quite. She eases him into her mouth, stopping with just the head of his cock in her lips. He groans like she's hurting him, but the sound changes to quick gasps when she starts to flick her tongue at the sensitive spot on the underside. Her hand moves lazily up and down the shaft of his cock, enough to torture but not enough to get him off, and she sucks and licks at his head until she hears him gasping 'please' above her.


When he begs, she gives in, and sucks at his cock as she takes it deeper in her mouth, swirling her tongue and making patterns as she goes. One hand stays on his erection, moving up and down in rhythm as she bobs her head. Her other hand moves down to cup his balls, caressing and squeezing so lightly—but she knows she's doing something right when his hips jerk forward. She pusses her big tits together and performs a “titty fuck” on his hard as nails cock. After a minute or two she allows him to push it into her mouth once again.



Soon they have a rhythm—he thrusts forward as she moves her mouth further down his cock, and he leans back as she pulls back up. His breath is ragged and she's holding hers half the time as she sucks and licks and kisses at his cock, head moving fast, his hands tugging at her hair so rhythmically she's not sure he even realizes he's doing it.

When his erection seems hotter and larger in her mouth, she knows he's close, so close to coming, and so she stops what she's doing, ignoring his protests. He'll like this better in the end anyhow, she thinks, and sucks and licks her own fingers for a second before sliding two of them, and then three, into her pussy. She leans back on his lap, letting him enjoy the view if he likes as she finger-fucks herself for a few seconds, stretching her pussy and making sure it's wet enough to take him without a problem.

"You wanna fuck me Jimmy?" she asked breathlessly, her voice rising and falling as she shoves fingers into her own cunt. He's beyond speaking. He just groans and strokes himself slightly, trying to stay hard and keep from coming at the same time. The sight of that, and the thought that he's remembering how her mouth felt on his dick, makes her smile and turns her on more. It's more than she can deal with without help, so she straddles his legs and wraps an arm around his neck, using the other hand to grip his cock as she lowers herself onto it.

It's not much pleasure for her at this point, because she hasn't built up a rhythm, but he tosses his head back. He's miserable because of the pace she's using, going up-and-down in-and-on on his dick so slowly, but it feels so good to have his cock in hot, tight, wetness that he has to think of football to keep from coming. After a second she's got the movement right, though, and she's riding him, angled so that his cock hits her G-spot, making her gasp obscenities, and there's pressure on her clit with each thrust, and his hips are thrusting to meet her.

And then there's a few confused moments of movement and he reaches up to play with her huge tits, tweaking her nipples and pulling her down so he can suck and bite on them, still fucking her and being fucked ruthlessly. Somehow, unusually, she's coming first—the tightness around his cock gets tighter, and she's still moving up and down. He'd swear it's like fucking a virgin all over again when he times it just right, plunging in just as her muscles are tensing. Riding the orgasm out like that makes her legs shake and she moans, and before thirty seconds has gone by, she's rubbing her own clit and fucking him again, until she has a second orgasm that's quicker but more intense than the first. This one, she simply spasms around his cock, and it's enough to drive him over the edge and back. His lips are on her nipples but he moves to her shoulder and bit down, a little bit hard, but they both moan and he finally comes in her pussy.

He leans back, reclining on the couch and pulling her to lay on top of him, still inside her. She pants a little and wipes the sweat from her upper lip, kissing him once, intensely as she always did right after sex. He plays with her hair absently, and she lays her head on his chest. They know that very soon they'll have to separate and clean up. He can only hope for a little shower sex.

Mike is going to be SO mad.
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The Party (My First Story)
Posted:Jul 26, 2018 6:00 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2018 8:12 am
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Found this in my files and thought I'd share it with everyone again.

THE PARTY

I lived off campus, not too far from the stadium. The cluster of apartments were designed with 4 units on top and 4 units downstairs. My apartment was in the center on top. I had been sharing the place with my best friend until he decided to move in with his girlfriend across town. I was looking for a roommate at the time. Little did I know when I moved in that this particular apartment complex was a focal gathering point for the gay community around the Cookeville area. I found out about 2 months after Jackson moved out. I was coming home late in the afternoon when I found Janet (one of the two women living right below me) sitting on the stairs with grocery bags sitting on the floor. I looked at her and asked what was wrong.

"I went to the store without my keys and Sharon has locked me out." she said with a small frown on her face. Sharon worked at a local bar and wouldn't be back for hours. I offered to let her use my fridge for the items that needed it and she took me up on it.

"I need to call Sharon if you don't mind." I showed her the phone on the wall then moved the eggs and milk into the icebox.

After a few seconds on the phone, Janet told me she needed a lift to go get her apartment key from Sharon at the bar. I asked how did she get from the store back to here in the first place. She explained that Sharon had been with her and dropped her off on the way to work. Oh well, I thought I could use a brew while she gets her key so I said OK.

As I sat at the bar sipping my beer, I saw Janet and Sharon talking at the far end. As Janet came back to me I finished it and stood up. She thanked me and asked me to take her back to the apartment. When we unloaded her things into the grocery bags, Janet reached up to the collar of my shirt and brushed the chest hair that was sticking out with her fingers.

"Sharon's off work tomorrow evening and we are having a little get together. Would you like to join us around six o'clock?"

"Uhhh, yeah sure." I managed to say. The look she gave me and her two fingers stroking my chest caused a sudden shift in the suddenly tight pants I was wearing. "I'll be there." I watched her ass move back and forth as she walked out the door. She turned suddenly and caught me staring.

"Don't be late." she said with a smile that would light up a room.

The next day I was slightly distracted at school. After classes, I went to my part time job at the radio station and cleaned the offices. Around 4:30 pm I ate with a few of my friends at the student center, looking forward to the "little get together" at six. By 5:45 I had showered, shaved and trimmed my mustache. Then I dabbed on a little aftershave. Not wanting to show up empty handed, I drove by BUD's drive thru and bought 2 six packs of Bud Light to take with me. I rang the doorbell at 6:05. The music coming from inside the apartment was loud but not enough to disturb the neighbors. Some dude with a grin on his face and a joint in his mouth answered the door and invited me in as soon as he saw the beer.

Just then the smell of pot hit me like a train wreck. While I had tried smoking that stuff back in high school, I avoided becoming involved with it. Seen too many good friends throw away their futures with drugs. I preferred beer and wine myself. Oh well, I can always wash the smell out of my clothes later. Mr Teeth pointed me to the kitchen and offered me a tote on his joint. I held up the two six packs and said "Maybe later man, my hands are full."

I won't bore you with too many details; almost everyone from the apartment complex was there. Some were smoking, some drinking, a couple of girls making out on the couch ..... girls making out????? ..... Hummm, this WAS getting interesting.

About that time I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and Janet smiled and said she was glad I came. She then took the beers from me, put them in the fridge. Then she pulled one off the plastic rings , opened it, took a swallow and handed it to me. With a wrinkled nose and a sly smile she said "Enjoy." and moved away into the living room.

My eyes drifted down to her ass as it swayed with the beat of the song playing in the background. "Damn!!!" I thought to myself. Then I took a deep breath and a sip of the beer and followed.

I knew the faces if not the names of the neighbors gathered. The two girls making out lived in the building across the parking lot. There was Jerry and Keith from my floor and the older guy from downstairs, plus a few like Mr. Teeth that I did not know. Small talk and drinking while watching the women in the crowd seemed harmless enough. Some were really fine looking but some were also very ...... well I got to say it....scary looking. Gothic makeup, side by side with one chick dressed up like a lumberjack complete with flannel shirt and boots. The guys were a shocker. Some were normal looking and some looked like they were wearing feminine eyeshadow????

OK, I was a little confused. To cover myself I downed the beer and headed back for another. I walked in on Mr. Teeth and the older guy in a lip lock in the kitchen. I was confused no longer. It was an "alternative lifestyle" party. With that revelation I turned and took another look at the crowd and suddenly everything made sense. Almost everyone here was a couple, guys with guys and girls with girls. My odds of getting laid just doubled in a way I wasn't exactly happy about.

Sure enough, three guys hit on me before the crowd realized I was straight. I thanked each one and said I was flattered but no. I watched as Sharon and Janet were talking and laughing by the bedroom door, I think they were being entertained by my situation. But with five beers in me, and the fact that Janet was really hot, I decided to be as cool as I could and not spoil the buzz I was working on. I moved about the party, chatted with various people. Funny thing was, most of the women knew I wasn't gay but most of the men couldn't tell. We laughed about it. I kept saying that it was wishful thinking at work.

Around 11:30 there was a sudden exodus. People had paired (or "tripled" ) up and were leaving. I looked up one minute and everyone was gone except Sharon and Janet.

"Uhhhh...well... " I started to say when they started dancing to a slow song in the middle of the floor.

Sharon's hands were moving across Janet's body in a very slow sexy caress from behind, moving across her chest then down her stomach.

Sharon's hands brushed back upward under Janet's shirt. (I had noticed earlier she wasn't wearing a bra...as I studied her slim figure from across the room. The way her long blond hair with subtle waves hung down her back moved with a life of it's own with each turn of her head. Her eyebrows nearly invisible above the sky blue eyes made my mouth water). Now my hopes were shattered....Janet and Sharon .... just great! For the first time ever I wished I was a woman for a moment. Then I wished I was anywhere but here.

Janet turned around in Sharon's arms and began a deep open mouthed kiss. My pants became crowded as my penis suddenly grew to twice it's size. They were so involved with each other I felt like I was forgotten, a third wheel as it were. So I quietly got up and headed for the door before my embarrassing hard-on was noticed.

As I reached for the door Sharon said out loud, "Just a minute Sugar. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Sharon was the opposite of Janet. Very dark hair, taller and with the kind of tan you have to be born with. ( I found out later her people were from the middle east a couple of generations ago.) Where Janet had smaller, firm breasts, Sharon sported size D's and never went anywhere without full bra support.

The first thought that went through my head was "Huh?" Then I turned and saw the expressions on their faces....( please understand I was a little drunk and not on my best game) ... I said something to the effect that they wanted privacy so..... maybe I had better……

"God, " said Sharon, "you sure can pick 'em Jan." Her southern dialect was very thick. I kinda liked it. "Come 'ere Sugar, Moma's got somethin for her hero."

Then it sunk in "JACKPOT!!!" I thought to myself as the two of them grabbed an arm each and led me to one of the bedrooms.

As we walked into the bedroom, I kept thinking to myself, "Please don't wake up....please don't wake up...." or at least something close to that. Sharon whipped off her top and the succulent twins popped out swinging inside a black lacy bra. I turned to look at Janet but she had already thrown off her shirt, her nipples were standing out pink and hard. Within a heartbeat I pulled my Nike tee shirt over my head and was pulling at my belt.

"Slow down Sugar." Sharon said.

"Yeah, Jimmy, I wanna do that!" Janet whispered as she moved my hands away from my belt. "You need to kick off the shoes first lover."

The girls shoved me onto the bed then started unlacing my shoes, tugging them off then pulling off the socks. My crotch was straining to get out the zipper holding it back. They took their good sweet time reaching for the belt buckle. I could hardly stand it. Janet loosened the belt, and slowly pulled the zipper down while Sharon slipped off her bra. WOW!!!! .....Just WOW!!!.....

Now, I'm an ass man myself, I love to watch a woman's butt....but I had to admit it, Sharon's tits were breathtaking. As my mouth hung open, Janet had succeeded in pulling my pants and boxers down to my knees. With a quick tug the clothes were history. By this time, Sharon had dropped her blue jean shorts and panties. She moved in to allow Janet her turn at undressing. Sharon touched my cock with her soft hands, First she licked the tip then gently blew her breath across it. The sudden chill sent a shiver all the way down to my toes.



I was busy watching Janet. She turned her back to the bed, slowly undid the front of her pants, then slowly pulled them down, inch by inch. Bending over as she made a little left then right twist, then she bent lower as the pants popped off her hips. She dropped them and looked at me over her shoulder just like the day before. Her smile was dazzling; her ass was to die for! By this time my hands were busy squeezing Sharon's breasts as she was licking and kissing my dick.

Janet slid in on my right side, her attention divided between my cock and Sharon's face. Janet's hand went to my balls and gently massaged them as her lips started moving up and down the side of my penis with a slow steady rhythm. Sharon, on the left matched the motion going up then down on the side. Their lips were touching as they went up and down. Then as they reached the end of the staff, they proceeded to french kiss each other with the head of my cock flicking in and out of each mouth. Janet's hand began stroking my shaft as the kiss continued.



"HOLY FUCK!!!! what's THAT?!?!?'" I gasped out loud.
Sharon had pressed something up against the base of my penis that sent a shock-wave of pleasure through my body. I looked and saw the biggest damn vibrator I have ever seen being pressed against my cock. It was about 18 inches long, sculpted to look like a man's penis on both ends!!! The middle had a bulge with a red on/off switch.

"What are you planning to do with that?" I asked as I tried to get up.

Sharon shoved me back onto the bed, I tried to get up again and Janet sprung onto the bed to hold me down. She managed this by throwing her leg across my head and sitting on my face. Not wanting to waste a golden opportunity, I plunged my tongue into her sweet pussy for a taste.

As my tongue slipped between Janet's tender folds, I stopped struggling on the bed. The salty sweet taste filled my mouth and the aroma of her natural musk went straight into my brain. What a wonderful way to subdue a guy. I highly recommend it over a choke hold.

Janet leaned forward to rejoin Sharon in stimulating my hard-on while Sharon was busy stroking the base of my cock with the vibrator. Janet started going down on the top of my shaft. They were making a game out of seeing who could stuff my dick deeper and suck it harder while the vibrations of the double dildo kept driving me up the wall!

All this and a face full of pussy.....I had died and gone to heaven for sure. I still remember the funny sound Sharon made each time she pulled her mouth off the top of my dick "POP!!" ....."POP!!" .... "POP!!". She did put more suction into the work than Janet, but Janet did go down further. I couldn't decide who was better. This continued for a few minutes.

I felt something tugging at the tip of my penis. Being somewhat sloppy wet by now, I wasn't sure at first but then I realized one of them was putting a condom over my manhood. I was too busy licking Janet's sweet pussy to complain. Sharon moved up and started rubbing her vagina across my rubber coated dick. Janet shifted into a sitting position on my face as Sharon stuffed my penis into herself. Straddled face to face on top of me, the two of them started kissing, fondling, and sucking each other while they began to grind on yours truly. Sharon clamped down on me as she rotated her hips. I could feel her hand rubbing on the outside of her clit close to my cock. Janet was moving like a belly dancer, her clit was moving across my tongue, my nose, my tongue, my chin then back to my tongue increasing the pressure as she slid back and forth.



It started as a warm pressure in my balls, I tried to hold back, I was greedy and didn't want to stop. The heat rose up through my guts into the base of my cock. My balls were swelling with the most joyful pain I have ever felt. Faster and faster they moved. Hotter and hotter the pressure kept building..... until......I exploded and the room went dim.....

When I opened my eyes, Janet and Sharon were looking at me with matching wicked smiles. "He lasted longer than anyone had before." said Sharon. "I guess you really CAN pick 'em Jan. Now Sugar, it's our turn. We know you can fuck, but can you just watch without touching? No touching us or yourself. You can't join in unless we ask you to. Can you handle that?"

Shit. After what had just happened, she could have told me to walk to town naked and I would have agreed on the spot. Yeah, I was thinking with my dick again.
"Hell yeah! I‘d LOVE to watch." I said.

As I sat in the chair and watched, the girls turned it on big time. I was feeling a little out of place so while they were busy with each other I got up to go get a brew. I needed to replenish fluids if you know what I mean. When I got back they had moved from making out to full oral "69" with Sharon on top, her tits mashed against Janet's stomach, I could not see the other end but I could hear Janet moaning with each movement of the top of her head.

Sharon wrapped one arm around Janet's leg and had placed her middle finger deep into Janet's ass. With the other hand, Sharon was rubbing Janet's clit if swift, circular strokes in between each long loving french kiss, her tongue probing in and out the wet pink folds.

Sharon's ass was slowly thrusting back and forth across Janet's face. I watched as her fingers rotated in the same direction in Janet's ass and on her clit. Between the deep licks Sharon was talking dirty to Janet saying things like " Taste my pussy juice you cunt." and "You little bitch, suck it, suck my clit." and at other times just "UUUAARGH! FUCK IT FUCK ME HARD!" The only thing I could make out from Janet was a muffled moaning sound. I took a deep swallow and realized I had finished the beer without even knowing it.

The 69 action continued for a few more minutes. I saw that Sharon and Janet both kept looking at me from time to time, getting louder after each eye contact. I was watching and trying to remember not to touch myself. For the record, between the beer and the double fuck earlier, my cock was still resting half limp much to my surprise. Normally just watching a rabbit cross the road would give me a hard on but for some reason I was less than full mast at the time. They noticed too.

Sharon rolled off the top of Janet and grabbed the big blue double dildo off the nightstand. She waved it at Janet who grabbed the end and stuck it in her mouth while watching me.

"Give it to me Bitch... Give it to me NOW!" Janet whispered as she moved into position on her hands and knees, her lovely ass facing me. Sharon moved the wet tip of the dildo up and down Janet's pussy. I could hear the humming sound
coming from the BOB (that's shorthand for Battery Operated Boyfriend – I found out later). The vibrations were causing Janet to jerk almost uncontrollably.
"Now, NOW....Bitch I SAID NOW!" she growled at Sharon. The look on her face was pure greed and lust as she looked at me across the room.

Sharon placed the tip at her slick lips and glided it in. OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!" rushed out of Janet's mouth as the vibrator slid home. Sharon stroked it in and out a few times, each stroke in resulting in another loud "OOOOHHH!!" coming from Janet. Then Sharon rolled around with her butt up facing away from Janet. She then guided the other end of the dildo into herself and pushed back ass to ass, cheek to cheek on all fours facing away from Janet.

"UUUUUHHHHHGGGHHH!" came out of Sharon's mouth as the vibrations hit home. Then each began to thrust with their hips grinding down on the big blue BOB. In near perfect timing grind... thrust... back...moan....grind.... thrust....back...MOAN! again and again. I have never watched anything like it before.

"Oh my God!" crosses my mind as my cock suddenly springs to life begging for some attention.

The moaning continued with each grind and thrust. My dick began to throb with a life of it's own. "Get some!" was screaming into my brain from my "other" head. Sharon was watching my penis poking up between my legs, moving i time with each grind the girls were performing on the bed.

"NO touching prick! Remember the rules!" Sharon gasped between moans. My hand moved away from my throbbing cock.

I wasn't sure if she was calling me a prick or just reminding me what I wasn't allowed to touch it. Sharon's eyes were glued to my penis as she continued to fuck Janet.

Janet's moans became louder and an octave higher. "OOOOHHHH......OOOOOOHHHH" turned into "OOHHHHHHMMMM .... ......OOOOOOHHHHHMMMMMY........ OOOOOHHHHHHHMMMMMY........
OOOOHHHHMMMYYY GGGGGuh.... OOOOHHHHMMMMYYY GGGGAAAWWW...... Then she stopped moving, squealed out loud "OH MY GGGGGGAAAAWWWDDD!" at the top of her lungs and crashed forward onto the bed, pulling the dildo with her and out of Sharon.

Sharon cried out "Oh Shit, Shit, Shit!" as she rolled over onto her back, her hand already rubbing her clit hard and fast. I turned to look at Janet. Her eyes were fluttering and I remember being a little confused when I saw the dick shaped dildo sticking out the back.

"Get your ass over here Sugar!" Sharon cried, "Momma needs your tongue on her NOW!"

I realized I was being summoned so I almost leaped out of the chair, relief was on the way! Sharon grabbed my hair as I settled my face between her legs. no time for foreplay. She proceeded to grind my face into her hot spot. The juices were flowing steady and I was hungry. She jerked and tugged my hair with each movement. Somehow, the pain made it even better. Sharon's mouth was spewing obscenities while trying to pull my whole face inside her pussy. I remember words like Cocksucker, Asswipe Mother Fucker and Bastard" being repeated over and over. I remembered how Sharon worked on Janet, so I licked my finger and pushed it into her asshole while I was probing her pussy with my tongue.

She jerked as I entered both holes and continued her cursing. I flipped my tongue across her clit, moved in for a kiss and then sucked it into my mouth, stroking it with the tip while sucking on it. I tasted the salty sweet juices as my mouth was pressed deep into the folds. After a few seconds of this, Sharon made a grunting sound as she pulled my hair back, forcing my face away from her cunt. My finger was still inside her ass when the oddest thing happened. Her asshole started to quiver and spasm.... clamping down around my finger rapidly. Then a HOT stream of juice squirted out her pussy and right into my face and mouth. I drove my face forward to suck up each drop.

Funny thing about eating pussy. I have found that no two women taste exactly the same. Even trying to describe the flavor, in general, is rather difficult, but up till this point, I had never tasted a woman's cum. If you took the aroma of freshly grilled tuna, added a dash of salt, lemon,saffron, walnut and sunflower oil with a strong earthy bit of truffles in a butter/wine sauce, blend them all into a creamy liquid you are getting close. Truth is the only way to describe the flavor in one word.

It tastes like SEX. And I was eating it up.

Sharon quivered, took a deep breath, and smiled. "Yeah, I guess Jan can really pick 'em." she said as she released my hair, and rolled over onto her side. I was still enjoying the moment when I heard Janet clear her throat. "Hey Jimmy, is it my turn now?" she whispered as she got back up on all fours and wiggled her marvelous ass at me. The dildo was nowhere to be seen and my penis was screaming for attention.

As I looked at Janet's bare ass I noticed she was reaching for something on the nightstand. It was a smaller dildo (made for one only) and a tube of KY jelly. She gave me another one of those megawatt smiles of hers and softly purred,"I wanna take you like a man."

Again I was a little confused. Maybe it was the beer , maybe it was the fact that all the blood was rushing away from my brain and filling my penis, I just did not get it. When I moved in to insert tab A into slot B doggy style she pulled away and said, "No Jimmy, I want it in my ass....Don't you like my tight little ass?"

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH..YEAAAAAAHHH! I figured out what the KY was for. She inserted the BOB into her pussy and made a soft "mewing" sound. Then, while still on her hands and knees, Janet handed me the tube of lube.

She then whispered, "Be gentle as first...then when I tell you, I want you to ass fuck me hard....long and hard!"

I glanced back at Sharon and she was in the chair playing with the big blue BOB. Her eyes half closed but watching still. I opened the lube, squeezed it between the cheeks of her butt and started working it into the pink puckered hole with my finger. I inserted first one then two fingers working the lube deeper into her. I added more lube then stick the finger of my other hand beside the first two. I gently rotated the fingers, I could feel the vibrations drifting up through her from the dildo in the other hole. Janet had stopped talking and was moaning with each breath. The muscles in her anus were beginning to relax a bit, I continued to pull and stretch the opening, moving deeper and deeper. I moved another finger into the hole and pulled it open further, the lube fully coating the inside made my grip very slippery.

"OH DAMN IT!" she cried, "NOW! Jimmy NOW!"

I pulled my right hand out, wiped the lube on my shaft and slipped it in slowly. With each inch Janet cried out "OH! ....OH! Yessss.....Yesss!" When I buried my penis full in, I stopped long enough to pick up the KY tube. As I pulled out, I coated the shaft with more then slid it home hard.

"Holy FUCK!" Janet gasped, "Do it baby....Do it hard!" I heard a groan coming from Sharon. I turned to smile at her when I saw she had her eyes literally rolling back in her head, the big blue BOB sticking up made her look like a guy jerking off for a second. A guy with size D boobs bouncing back and forth with
each movement of the plastic cock. I turned and got back to business.

I figured by now that Janet was into the pain so I gave her ass a smack with my hand for the fun of it. She threw her head back, her long hair splashing across her back. I grabbed a handful and pulled on it a little. A very animalistic growl came out of her as I took another swat at her ass cheek. It was turning red by now. I began to concentrate on the slippery tightness around my cock. The vibrations from the BOB along with the sensations of fucking her ass was heavenly. Listening to her grunt with each thrust pushed me closer and closer.....I could feel the pressure building inside, my balls were beginning to hurt and the heat began to rise again. I tried to think of cold weather, rain, swimming, anything at all to get my mind off it and last a little longer.

Then I heard Janet cry out "OOOHHHH my GOD!" and felt her ass clamp down around my dick. She was cuming and that pushed me over the edge big time.

I pulled out and shot my load across her back. The white stream gushed out in one..two...three...FOUR squirts… then two more small spasms shooting blanks before I relaxed and let go of her hair.

"You PRICK!" Sharon screamed at me. "You mother Fucken PRICK!"

Suddenly she was on the bed holding my Nike tee shirt and trying to mop up the mess off Janet's ass and back. Needless to say I was at a loss for words
"What's wrong?" I managed to ask.

Sharon continued to clean up and shot me a look that would kill. "You PRICK!" she kept saying over and over. She then threw the shirt at me and said, "Condoms you ASS WIPE! You didn't use a RUBBER!" She pointed to the nightstand. "GET OUT YOU PRICK!" she screamed at me, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"

She grabbed my shoes and threw them at me. One missed and the other hit me in the chest. Janet had recovered and was trying to calm Sharon down when I grabbed what I could had headed out the bedroom door. I heard Sharon screaming at Janet and decided that I had overstayed my welcome for sure so I ran for the door and bolted out holding my stuff. The door shut behind me then I realized in my drunken state I was standing outside naked with two shoes, one sock and a cum soaked shirt.

My paints and (more importantly) my keys were still inside. I slipped on the shirt (yuk) and shoes leaving only the sock to cover myself. I felt like I was in that stupid Red Hot Chili Peppers video with my cock hidden by a sock. No way in hell was I going to get back in my apartment without my keys...... I knocked on the door with my fingers crossed....Thank god Janet answered.

"Uh.....I'm locked out and was wondering.... " it dawned on me that was how all this started in the first place and I started laughing and Janet began laughing also.

She said "You look like you could use a drink."

So we went to my apartment and finished off the beer I had in the fridge. That's the last thing I remember. We woke up the next morning in Sharon's bed naked. How we got there I haven't a clue!

Comments are welcome.

Jimmy B
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Tipping on Fuckspace
Posted:Oct 15, 2018 9:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 4:34 am
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To all the ladies (and one gent) who have sent me tips over the past 2 years I just wanted to say thanks. Your generosity is appreciated. I do use the points to tip others that have managed to "get a rise" out of me as well. Again thank you all. Jimmy B.
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How the Fuck Did You Do That?
Posted:Sep 25, 2018 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 12:52 pm
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Another day at the office. My friend, Jimmy, is such a guy ya know? Older, grey headed, and absolutely helpless when it comes to computers. Any little glitch and he’s hopelessly lost. I’ll bet he still has an old UNDERWOOD #5 typewriter at home. LOL Yeah, he has a cell phone but it’s one of those flip phones that look like something from the old Star Trek show from the sixties. Like come on man, get a touch screen i phone already. Still, he’s amazingly good where it counts . When he called up for tech support I couldn’t wait to see him. So here’s what happened today:

You look at the computer screen, “oh shit how the hell do I make this stupid program do that?” Your head is pounding and you lay head in your hands on the desk. “Where the fuck is she when I need her?”

As if on cue I come bouncing into the office with a huge smile. I look at you and see your frustration.

You look me over from head to toe. The dress is new. It’s short, shorter than usual, and my legs are bare under it. I smile as I think of the surprise that I have for you.

“So what kind of excuse did you use to get down here today?”

“Lunch. But I told her you were having problems with your computer again and it looks as though I was right.” I walk around behind your chair and put my hands on your shoulders. You tip your head back till it settles between my breasts.

I bend my head down to your ear and whisper; “come with me” then walk over to the ‘couch’ across the room. I sit you down on the couch and put your arms along the back.

“Now, stay just like that, ok?”

“Yes, Ma'am,” you laugh “You’re up to something aren’t you?”

I just smile.

I straddle your thighs and sit on your lap, facing you.

I lean my head in close as I run my hands down the outside of your legs and back up between them. They reach your zipper and I look up at you. I can feel your cock against it. I look you in the eye as I rub my palm against your cock. I can feel it hardening as I stroke it through the cloth. You start to reach for your zipper to release it for me, but I stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Hands on the back of the couch, please.”

You reluctantly put them back.

I get up and walk to a bag that you don’t remember seeing when I came in.

When I turn around my favorite vibrator is in my hands. We both jump when I turned it on because the soft buzz seems so loud in the quiet office. I walk back to the couch and stand in front of you.

"I am full of surprises today." I say as I take one of your hands and slide it under my dress. You run your hand over my ass and up my side. All you feel is warm bare skin.

“Well, I know you didn’t dress like that to impress your boss.” You smile and start to reach for me again. But I pull away and return your arms to the back of the couch.

I sit on the floor at your feet, and my hands spread your thighs apart, then your feet. I lay back and lift my legs and put my calves on your knees. It opens me up to your view. You spread your legs wider, pushing mine even farther apart.

My pussy is slick and wet. As you watch, my hands go between my legs, one holding the vibrator, the other spreading the puffy lips apart. I slowly run the buzzing toy over my clit and lips. I lean my head back, and begin to pleasure myself as you watch. Your arms become ridged on the back of the couch and it makes you shift uncomfortably in your slacks because your throbbing erection is trapped against the cloth.

The iron control it takes to keep you hands on the couch surprises both of us. You watch the motion of the vibrator as I slide it in and out slowly. I start making little whimpering sounds as I come closer to my release. You know the exact moment I find my release as my head drops back and my body convulses.

When I have recovered I sit up. I smile as I see your discomfort. I curl my legs under me and kneel in front of you. Again I run my hands up the inside of your thighs. Your control breaks and as I reach your zipper you grab my hands. Holding both of my hands in one of your hands you unzip your pants and release your throbbing cock with the other.



Your gear is restrictive. Your uniform does not allow for you to bury yourself in my hot wet pussy. Instead I smile and lean forward and capture your cock in my mouth. You release my hands and as I wrap them around you I hear a strangled sigh.

My hair covers my face but you gather it into a ponytail in the back and use it to control the rhythm as I slide your cock in and out of my hot mouth. I hold it tightly with one hand as I work the tip deeper and deeper into my throat until at last it touches. You use my hair to move my head with increasing speed. Your hips lift off of the seat as you finally release your hot come in the back of my throat. I swallow every drop.

You release my hair and lean against the back of the couch dropping your hands to your sides. I get up off my knees and sit down on the couch next to you. Your head is back and your eyes are closed.

“I guess your headache is gone?” I ask

You say nothing but glance over at me.

I smile “I guess so.”
I reach out to put my hands on your shoulders. Your hand settles in the small of my back. The firm pressure has it's desired effect. My pussy, already moist, is now wet. I pull myself harder against you and a small moan escapes. With your free hand you lift my skirt and push aside my panties. Your fingers slide into my slit and I stifle another, louder moan. As you stroke my clit I grab your shoulders and hold on tight. Do you ever wonder what I was thinking as you do that? "Oh My God!" is about the only conscious thought that I have. Followed closely but "Oh God Please Don't Let Him Stop!" I can't concentrate on anything. Standing is even difficult.

It is at this point that that selfish girl little in me comes out. I make it last ask long as I possible can. I'm sure you are thinking - "damn is she ever going to come?" It just feels so good, your fingers are hot and I push my pussy against them. "Oh God, please let him slide his finger in there..." is what I am thinking but only "Oooooh God..." makes it out of my mouth. You must think me a very religious person but I am only religious about one thing at this point and that is having you inside of me. I would even beg if you asked. I can hear myself "please- pretty please".

I rub your cock through your pants. You are hard and I want you. Now. In my mouth, in my pussy or in my ass at this point I don't care and I don't think I can wait much longer.

Oh but today you are making me wait. You dispense with my panties then sit me on the desk and kneel down in front of me. Pushing my legs apart you start teasing me with your tongue. The sensation causes me throw my head back and arch my back. "Oh My God" - I'm doing it again. That religious thing. Really I am praying that you won't stop. "Oh God don't stop!" But you aren't going to are you?

You ease two fingers inside me. "Ooooooooooo God!" You work your fingers in time with your oh so talented tongue. I want to beg, plead and tell you never to stop but about all I can do is moan. You pull out your fingers then, gently at first, begin to rim the opening of my pussy and then my ass. I whimper, it's really the makings of another declarative statement like "please oh please put your finger in my ass". Are you reading my mind? I would swear so since now your fingers have penetrated both my pussy and my ass. "OOOOOOh Goooood!!!"

I am so close. I could come. Like the old saying, "you could knock me over with a feather" - well, yes I'm there just the right touch will send me catapulting out of control. You know it don't you? You must because before I realize that you have stopped - you have. You free your cock and turn me over so I am leaning over the desk. Your cock glides into me effortlessly. I am so wet. You fuck me with increasing intensity from behind. You use my hips to pull me agaist you harder each time. The sensation sends shock waves through me. "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oooooooh God!" It isn't long before I come.

Just before you reach your climax you pull your cock out of me and motion me to kneel in front of you. I do. I smile as I place it in my mouth knowing that I will get to suck all of my juices off your cock. Mmmmmmm, that tastes so good.



I hold the base of your cock and work you in and out of my mouth. Both of your hands are on my head. One is holding my hair away from my face. You use your hands to set my rhythm. Good. Your hands move my head faster and your cock goes deeper and deeper down my throat with each thrust. Isn't it a damn good thing I don't have a gag reflex? Much too soon your cum hits the back of my throat. In my mouth the two flavors mix very nicely. Mmmmmmmmm that tastes really good.

"Wow... uh.. now about my computer..." you say with a smile.

I walk over and touch the screen then remember you are set up to use a mouse. "Damn Jimmy, when are you going to upgrade to something from this century?" I click the mouse and the screen returns to normal.

"How the Fuck did you do that?"

I smile.
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Walnut Street: Time for a Trim
Posted:Sep 20, 2018 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 12:51 pm
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Back in the day I was a bit of a pussy hound. Since moving into the Big House on Walnut Street I have been involved with over 30 females in less than a year. A personal best. One such encounter came surprisingly away from the Big House. It started off innocently enough. I love getting my hair cut. It is such a sensual experience. Skilled fingers run through my hair, stroking my cheeks, holding my head steady as the scissors snip and trim. Afterwards, I look good and I feel good.

Kendra is my usual stylist. She is beautiful, in an approachable, everyday kind of way. She could never have been a model, but I'm sure she turns a lot of heads when she walks through the mall. Her hair is soft, brown curls that brush her shoulders. Her skin and features are exotic without being specifically foreign. Sometimes she looks vaguely Irish or Asian or Hispanic. I think she's from California.

Kendra is only 26 years old, but she is definitely skilled with the scissors. I had been going to her for several months before the mundane haircut experience became something so exciting. It was relaxing and therapeutic, and it left me somewhat aroused, but it had always been very professional.

She likes to wear revealing clothes to work. Her tight pants and low-cut shirts are a delight. The gentle, fruity perfume she wears is soft and feminine and never over-powering. To sit so close to her as she works on me is simply intoxicating.

Her cleavage was almost in my face and there was a lot of it visible. She did not seem to know or care what it was doing to her male customers. That beautiful valley was never far from my view. It was difficult to keep my eyes on safe, polite territory away from her lovely breasts. One day that became almost impossible.

I'd been having a really bad day. I hit a “dry spell” during the Sumer when most of the women I hung with went home as Tech let out for Sumer Break. When I sat in Kendra's chair, I was feeling a little angry, a little guilty and a whole lot of depression.. I was also just beginning to realize that my lonely bed was going to stay that way.

Kendra's ample cleavage was a welcome, needed distraction from my problems, and I had a really hard time tearing my eyes away. Keeping my gaze respectful was quite a task that day. Eventually, my attempts to be polite became frustrating and annoying for Kendra because my head kept moving as well.

She slammed the scissors down on the counter and grabbed my face with both hands. There was frustration in her eyes, but an amused smile on her face.

"Look," she said, "I had to go to school to learn how to do this. You have to be educated and licensed before you even think about touching a customer's hair. I think it's an important job. People come to me before their wedding day. They come to me before important meetings and interviews. Politicians and movie stars rely on people like to me to make them seem real."

"I do a very good job," she said. "And there's a reason I dress this way. I give you something to look at so you'll keep your head still while I work. I'm not self-conscious. Go ahead and stare. Just stop fidgeting. You can look at some tits or you can lose an ear. It‘s a simple choice."

After that, I did as she suggested. I indulged myself. I let my thoughts wander as I lost myself in that beautiful bosom. Kendra became my regular hair stylist. Her permission to ogle created a kind of intimacy between us. She would stroke my arms and massage my shoulders. Her fingernails would tickle my neck before she started cutting.

I started getting the shampoo option with my haircuts just to prolong the experience. To feel her fingers massaging my head was wonderfully relaxing. The strawberry scented shampoo was sweet and strong. The feel of her breasts pressing against me as she leaned in was more than pleasant.

During one of these wonderful shampoo sessions, the relaxation turned into erotic tension. I could feel my cock stiffening under my pants. I just went with it. Fantasies and images flowed through my mind as my hair flowed through her fingers.

She was giving me a long, slow blowjob. Her tongue was as talented as her fingers. She licked my balls and kissed my thighs. She stripped off all her clothes and climbed onto my cock. She rode my like a mechanical bull. Then we switched positions. I did her in every imaginable position. I fucked her pussy and her ass and her tits. She begged me to come in her mouth.

"It looks like you're enjoying this," she said, interrupting my erotic daydreams.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her in confusion. She gestured with her head and her eyes were definitely looking down toward my crotch. I looked down myself and saw an obvious bulge poking up from between my legs.

I was horribly embarrassed, and I apologized, but she said it was all good.

"Don't worry about it, " she said. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. It means I'm doing a good job. I hope you were thinking about me."

I was still embarrassed, but I nodded. I couldn't really deny it. It wasn't the first time I'd fantasized about her. It was just the first time I'd been caught.

"So tell me about it," she said. "Did I treat you right?"

Again, I could only nod. I wasn't about to tell her the dirty little details of my day dream.

"Let's get you in the chair," she said with a smile. "I can give you some time if you don't feel like standing up right now. The shop is closing and the other girls are just cleaning up their areas. We're not in any rush.

I smiled and thanked her, but my embarrassment had melted my erection, so I stood up. She winked at me and walked to her little corner of the shop. I followed her, trying to recover my dignity.

Once I got in the chair, and that sheet-like apron was fastened to me, I was feeling a little more in control of myself. It was just an illusion, however.

Once her magic fingers went through my hair again, the sensual eroticism flooded through me again. My erection returned, throbbing and pulsing. This time the sheet hid me from her view, so I let myself sink back into the fantasies.

We were sitting in the hot tub, and had just slipped out of our bathing suits when I decided to get a little more daring. Under the sheet, I started rubbing myself through my clothes. As I touched her in my fantasy, I touched myself in secret.

She was standing behind me, and her scissors stopped moving. She leaned down close to me and whispered in my ear.

"Go ahead and pull it out," she said. "I finished with your hair and the other girls are in the back. They'll leave through that door. The front door is already locked. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

I was past being embarrassed. I did what she suggested. Under the protective sheet, I undid my jeans and pulled them down a little, just enough to pull out my cock. She put down the scissors and just massaged my neck and shoulders. She leaned against me, pressing her breasts against the back of my head.

It was incredibly arousing, but she wasn't finished. She moved around to my left side. I saw her glance toward the back of the shop, then she leaned forward. My face went into her cleavage. I could smell her sweet perfume in there. She grabbed my left arm and pulled it up between her legs then went back to massaging my shoulders.

My hand went straight for her pussy. I couldn't feel every detail through the fabric, but she wears tight, thin pants to work. I could feel enough. I could almost push my finger into her. If the pants had been a little looser, I could have.

It didn't take long. Kendra's pussy in my hand and her tits in my face were almost too much stimulation. The next thing I knew her hand swept back the apron and her mouth gulped down my hard cock in one swift motion. I couldn’t believe how hot and incredible her tongue was as she started to suck and jerk me off. Then she deep throated my 7 and a half inches and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had an intense orgasm. I could feel my cum shooting through my cock and into her mouth. It was incredible.



Kendra was breathing a little hard, but I don't think she'd come. I would have loved to help her, but she wasn't inviting me. She disengaged herself from my cock and went to her shelf of tools. She tore off some paper towels and used a spray bottle to wet it down. She picked up my left hand and put the paper towel into it so I could clean myself up. Some of my semen splashed on my pants.

"Don‘t worry about the mess on the chair or the apron," she told me." It‘s my area. I‘ll clean it up.

"Next time," she added, "Make an appointment a couple of days in advance. Make it for just about this time. Leave your name and ask for me. Maybe I'll wear a skirt for you. I won't guarantee anything under it."

I got dressed, and fumbled for my credit card. She charged me for the shampoo and the cut and I left her one hell of a tip.

"Thank you," she said, "but that really wasn't necessary. My profession is cutting hair. The rest of it was just for fun. Come back as soon as you can."
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Dear Diary
Posted:Sep 13, 2018 1:32 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2018 10:17 am
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Dear Diary

I was having a fairly normal day. The morning was warm but not too humid. Really the day began much like any other. As usual, today, I'm feeling extremely horny. I don't know why, but all day I've had sex on my mind and nothing I do is helping. I've masturbated in bed when I woke up. Again, in the shower. After breakfast, I was watching TV and these two people were flirting and it turned me on so much! I went online, looked for some porn and got off again. It was no use, no matter how often I did, I still felt unsatisfied. The boredom of the day was getting to me, I needed to get out there and do something wild!

I got naked and started looking through my closet for something nice to wear. I chose a wrap-around dress. I put in on, put I skipped my bra and panties. It felt so sexy to feel the silky fabric slide on my naked skin. Once the dress was wrapped around me and tied, I got in front of the mirror and looked at myself while I ran my hands around my hips, over my belly, on my breasts and around and around my nipples several times. My nipples got hard and I could see them through the fabric. My breasts were heavy, you could tell I wasn't wearing a bra and that's exactly what I want for what I have in mind.

I took my purse and filled it with a few important items. My vibrator, the small one for my clit. Also, a butt plug and a dildo. Hey, a kinky girl like me can never be too prepared! I head out the door and walk to the nearest bus station. The wrap-round dress lets me show off my thighs as I walk, since the fabric naturally slits up the leg. It would just take a little wind and people would get to see more than just my thighs! The thought turns me on and the lust I've been feeling all day just keeps growing. I decided to catch an early bus to town.

I've made it to the bus stop. It's not very busy, which is perfect. I take a seat and I wait, looking around me at the men in the bus station with me. After a while, I notice a man, nice looking, mid thirties, get in the bus and he sits in front of me, but slightly to my left. He looks at me and I smile. He smiles back and them opens his briefcase to take out his newspaper. I keep staring at him and every once in a while he looks up and I smile at him again. Now he knows I'm staring at him and he keeps smiling, event when he's looking down at his newspaper. He's looking up at me more and more often.

That's perfect, I've got his interest! Next time he looks up at me, he finds me playing with my hair and gently biting my lip. He stares longer than the other times. I look around us, left to right, and no one is paying attention to us. I slide my hand down from my hair to my neck, down to my cleavage, an I push the side of my wrap around dress over my left breast, exposing my whole tit and nipple to the cool air. Immediately, the cold and the excitement harden my nipple and it stands there, erect, for him to see. His face is shock and awe. He definitely likes the sight. He puts down his newspaper and now he never looks away from me. I smile at him again, but he's not watching my face. His focus is on my hand, the one that's teasing my nipple. I'm so aroused, the feeling is amazing. I leave my breast bare, even though another man has entered the bus. He sits in front of me and notices my bare tit right away.

He looks to his side at the other man and they share what looks like incredulous happiness. I laugh when they shrug and both look back at me. My excitement grows, now that I have a bigger audience. I keep playing with my nipple and slowly I start parting my legs, a little at a time. I want to see how mesmerized they are by the movement of my hand on my chest, how long before they notice that if they shift their gaze, they can see my pussy.

The guy on the right finally notices and he exhales loudly. I can tell he's aroused through his pants. I don't know about the stranger on the left, because he still has his newspaper on his lap. I let my hand glide down my body, and now the second man also notices my spread thighs and my glistening hairless pussy. He grunts. The sound is music to my ears. This is exactly what I needed. Showing off my body to total strangers like this is exactly what I needed!

My hand is now on my thigh, going up towards my pussy. When I finally touch myself, it's electric and I gasp. I'm so wet, so turned on by what I'm doing right now! I get up, put my tit back in my dress. I tell the men I'm getting off at the next stop, but they are welcome to follow me and see the rest of the show!

No hesitation, they both get up and follow me. This part is always scary and exciting to me. I want them to watch me, but I won't have sex with them. The only thing is, I can never be sure they won't decide to take things further without my permission. I've always been very lucky so far, but I make smart decisions. I never go far from a crowd, so I can be heard if I need to scream. But this time is different, it's the first time there are two men! But if I'm honest with myself, this is the most excited I've ever been!

I know this bus stop well. We're in the heart of downtown and there is an alley that's somewhat private not far from here. I walk towards there, moving my hips teasingly as they follow me. Once in the alley I tell them they can watch but not touch. I hope they will respect that! I lean back against the brick wall and I slowly untie my dress. It hangs open and I'm fully exposed to them. I play with my tits, teasing my nipples while they watch. My right hand stays on my boobs while my left hand goes down my belly and into my wetness. Immediately, I start moaning and groaning. I'm so horny, so wet, I can't wait to get off but I want to make this last!

I look into my purse for my butt plug. I'm feeling especially naughty! Once I have it, I run my hand over my pussy, collecting my juices so I can lubricate the butt plug. I turn around, bend over as I lift my dress over my ass to expose myself even more than before! Legs spread, I use my left hand to move my butt cheeks apart so I can insert the plug with my right. Slowly, working it back and forth until I'm ready to take it all, and then it's in. I luxuriate in the feeling then, still bent over and my left hand still holding my cheeks spread, I look over my shoulder at the strangers standing there looking at me.

One of them is stroking his cock through his pants, but the other one is bolder and his dick is out in his hands. It's hard, the tip is glistening, and he's stroking it slowly. I moan, this is so hot! I use my right hand to stroke my pussy, but soon it's not enough, I need more! I stand up and turn around. I take my dildo out of my bag and I start sucking it to make it nice and wet. Both guys have their hard ons out for me to see, now. I squat down, legs spread, and I push the dildo inside me. Fuck this feels amazing! The butt plug and the dildo being there at the same time makes me feel so fucking full!

One of the men is stroking his cock so fast now, I think he might cum. I tell him to wait, slow down because I want to be closer to cumming before he does. He nods his head and slows down the pace. I decide to lie down on the ground so I can stretch out. I leave the dildo and the plug in and I simply start playing furiously with my clit with my right hand while my left pushes the dildo in and out of my pussy. The sound of their heavy breathing, the wetness of my pussy and my groans is really turning me on, getting me closer to getting off. I start telling them over and over that I'm about to cum. One of the men comes closer, standing over me. The other one decides to follow and now here I am, fucking myself with a huge dildo while these men jerk off over me and it's fucking amazing. One of the men starts moaning and soon enough I feel his hot load land on my stomach. I yell out "yes, cover me with your jizz, show me how much I turn you on, cum on me" and more of his cum falls on me as he keeps jerking off. He steps back, out of breath.

I'm fucking myself so hard and fast now, I'm ready to cum. I bite my lip, I don't want to scream too hard and attract attention of the pedestrians not far on Main Street. I buckle my hips, the orgasm rocks my body and I keep going for another one. Each time I slow down and then start masturbating again and again. I love this, how we women can have so many orgasms and keep going!

The second man is still above me. I had closed my eyes while I was cumming an now I open them and look in his eyes. It seems like that's what was needed to send him over the edge, as he almost immediately cums all over my tits.



I get up, take some wet naps out of my purse to clean up and I offer some to the guys. None of us talk, we just get straightened up and walk out of the alley, returning to the bus station like strangers, like nothing happened.

My lust is finally satisfied for the day. I head back home, content, and take a bath to get ready for bed.
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A poll about a pole
Posted:Sep 11, 2018 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2018 4:29 am
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You leave a comment on a woman's blog about the size of men's cocks. You say, " 7 and a half inches long and have never had any complaints about my size." Another woman comes on and comments on your comment saying:

"Not all women want bigger. The women YOU was with did."

Now would you be insulted by that comment?
No
Yes
Maybe
Maybe not
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