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Administrator — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:01:44 +0000

Her pussy was just begging to be eaten, so I went down on her. There wasn’t
much pubic hair to tickle my nose, and I stuck my tongue between her slit and
licked around her clit. I was very surprised to see her clit enlarge — to
about twice the size of clits I’ve seen elsewhere! Unlike most other women’s,
her clit was not overly sensitive, and I was able to suck on it, which really
delighted Elena. In a few minutes, I could feel her body stiffen. Then, she
started to shake violently as she acheived her first orgasm. I continued to
munch on her mound for the next hour, bringing her off twice more.

Fucking In New York

Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:35:08 +0000

It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

Sexual Games At A Party

Administrator — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:07:11 +0000

Karen wasted no time grabbing Tims hard on and stroking it also. The other
girls were going crazy and cheering Karen on. When this happened I decided
to reach for her large chest and rub the melons that she stuck out at me.
As this was happening the music had ended and Tim and I decided we had
fulfilled our obligation and told the girls it was now their turn.

They decided that we put on a good show, but that we would have to
still earn our rewards. As the girls talked we picked up our clothes. When
they returned they decided Karen would be in charge of the rest of the evenings
activities. She then requested that I retrieve two clean bar towels for blind-
folds and the girls would place them on Tim and I. We were then seated side by
side and told that each of the girls would be placed in front of us and by
only touching their rears we were to be able figure out who was who. Each
girl that we were able to place correctly would have to return to our hands
with their skirts raised and the blindfolds removed for one minute. As the
first girl was placed in front of me I was told that I could reach out and
begin to try and figure out who she was. While sitting on barstools its
hard to judge height so it was tough to judge who was who. I was guessing
that my first girl was Denise because I knew for a fact that she had a
pretty good collection of thong underwear and this girl was obviously
wearing that style. The next girl was definitely Cathy, I could feel the
outline of her garter, but I was unable to find any underwear. While
perusing the following buttocks I had determined that this was Karen because
of her garter and the fact that I was able to find panties also. I now was
guessing that the last girl was Susan and I had a great time feeling her
rear and I event poked my hand under her skirt to feel some skin. When the
blindfold was removed I found that I was only correct on two occassions Cathy
and Karen. Worse yet Tim was only good on one occassion only guessing Karen.
So I requested that I receive Karen first and then Cathy. I couldn’t wait to
see that bare rear. As Karen moved in front of me I raised her skirt and
undid the garters in the rear, I then slid my hands inside of her small
panties and massaged her rear. By this time my minute was up and I brushed
my hand by her pussy and could feel her soaked panties. As soon as Karen
moved to Tim for his turn he pulled her to his lap and she began to rub her
pussie on his stiff member after a minute of this we had to pull her off of
him. Then Cathy moved in front of me and I pulled her skirt just high enough
to expose her cheeks to me but not show her pantiless crotch to the crowd. I
took Tim’s suggestion and pulled her onto my lap and as she rubbed against my
swoolen rod I fondled her breasts and begged to have my penis released from my
shorts. A minute or so later she got off my lap and left a wet spot on my
boxers. By this time Denise and Susan wanted some action and suggested that
we all move up towards the pool tables on the other side of the bar. When we
got there I said that if Tim and I could pick the girls by fondling their
breasts then they would have to strip to their underwear, for those that wore
them. The girls hesitated but then agreed, Karen decided that she should
probably sit out and I replied that we should get the opporitunity to fondle
her but she could retain her clothes. She agreed and we were blindfolded
again. The girls removed their bra’s and got in line. I was definitely not
going to screw this one up. Karen came to me first and it was obvious it was
her so I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her clitoris as I massaged her
breast. I was hoping that I would be able to convince her to remove her skirt
and top along with the others. Next was Denise as soon as I thought it was
her I rolled her nipple until she moaned and I was convinced that I wouldn’t
mistake her and Susan this time. Susan presented her chest next and again I
reached under skirt to rub her crotch, to wich she started her own grinding
motion on my hand. Last was Cathy and she placed her bare crotch on my leg to
be sure I knew it was her. I decided I would only fondle her chest
and make her wait to be pleased otherwise.

After the girls were slected correctly Tim and I took turns removing the shirts
and skirts from each girl, saving Cathy for last. As this went on Karen stood
there and watched. Obviously this was beginning to be a huge turn on, soon we
had two beautiful women standing in their sexy panties. The thong panties
that Susan had on were black lace and made Tim and I even hotter. Denise had
on a pair of white lace bikini cut panties that really accented her beautiful
ass. Both of these girls had just small ample breasts but both had the most
beautiful eraser size nipples that were standing as erect as possible. I then
turned to remove Cathy’s skirt and she was a little bashfull at first, because
of her lack of panties, but she soon gave in to the groups wishes as I slid her
skirt down her leggs. As Cathy stood their wearing just a garter and stockings
we all took the time to admire her neatly trimmed snatch. With three brunettes
in the room I asked Cathy if she thought Karen was really a true blonde or did
we actually have four brunettes here. We all suggested that she should have
to prove to us that she was a true blonde.

At first Karen resisted but when we told her that it wouldn’t go any further
than that and that it was only fair that she reveal her under garments she
reluctantly agreed. The girls decided that the Bride to be should be placed
on the pool table and we would disrobe her there. Tim and I lifted her to
the table and the group gathered around. Karen accepted the initiative and
seductively removed her shirt as she swayed to the music her large breasts
hardly swayed, this girl had one hard body.

She had on a red skirt with white stockings and Tim and I already knew there
was a red garter belt still to be seen. Next Cathy climbed atop the table to
help her remove her skirt. As she did so she began to massage Karens heaving
breasts, soon Karen was lost in the enjoyment. I then reached up to help Karen
out of her skirt and reveal the red garters and matching thonge underwear that
we had been waiting to see. Doreeen and Susan giggled as they told the group
that that was the lingerie that they had given Karen that very night for her
Bridal gift. Karen sort-of came to and admitted that the sexy lingerie was a
real turn on for her, so she changed into them just before the group left for
the bar.

Cathy was still massaging Karens breasts and Karen then sat down on the
table so that we could admire her more fully. When Karen was seated, Cathy
forced her to lie back and applied her mouth to Karen’s aching nipple. Soon
Susan applied her mouth to Karen’s other nipple, as Karen was enjoying the
treatment Tim and Denise were commenting on the moisture that was visible
on the red panties. Soon Tim was working on Karen’s well trimmed blonde
snatch as Denise was assistng. At this time I moved behind Susan to remove
her panties and Tim did the same to Denise. I then removed my own boxers to
find some relief for my aching hard-on. As Karen turned her head and saw this
she motioned for me to come over to her. Susan and Cathy saw this and helped
me climb atop Karen’s chest and place my cock into her mouth. This bride was
no stranger when it came to giving head and Susan and Cathy were assisting.
They had been taking turns fondling my balls and masasging Karens

breasts. As I could feel my balls begin to boil I could also sense that Karen
was about to cum from the attention that her box was receiving.
As we came just seconds apart, Susan and Cathy removed me from Karens mouth
and obliged to clean my now glistening shaft as I removed myself from Karens
chest, the two of them took turns on my rod.

As Tim replaced his tongue and fingers wtih his cock at the entrance to
Karen’s love box, she begged for him to insert his tool. Denise had then
asked the group if Karen should give head to a female before she was lost to
marriage. When the group agreed that she should, we assisted Denise and
placed her above Karen’s waiting mouth. Soon Karen was working on Denises
box as Tim was pounding on hers. I then began my own threesome with Cathy
and Susan.

We were all enjoying the rest of the, what turned out to be morning. When I
decided that I should be allowed to fuck the bride, the only problem was,
Denise was busy returning the oral favor when I wanted to insert my shaft.
So not to disturb the two ladies to soon I moved behind Denise who had her
pretty ass pointing right at me. I started by tongue-ing her hole and
admiring her beautiful cunt. When I felt she was ready to cum I stood up
and buried my cock into her tight hole. When Tim saw this he decided we
should make a train. He told Cathy to place her hot snatch onto Karens face.
Susan needed no hints and moved so that she could get her mouth under Denise`s
snatch and take turns licking her clit and my rod and balls as I slammed into
her from behind. The only peice missing was the caboose and Tim qucikly
supported Susan’s waist and began to fuck the daylights out of her.
This went on until we had all came at least once more and we had quite the
stained pool table. We switched partners over and over and we were all
exhausted when I suggested we get out of the bar before the morning cleaning
crew arrived. We all said our goodbyes as we dressed and wished Karen a
successfull marriage. We also added that if she ever needed a release of the
married life she could always call any one of us. Karen hasn’t called but
Susan, Denise, Cathy, Tim and myself have had a couple other private parties
for Birthdays or whatever we need to celebrate. As we will all be leaving
school soon we plan to get together for Homecoming and other events. I look
forward to these returns to my alma matter.

Perfect Lover

Administrator — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:42:41 +0000

So, when the new guy, I’ll call him Tom (we are all real here…got to
do some protecting) was hired in our section (five women and him!), the
first thought that occurred to me was that Chuck would be all over me in
case I tried to get his attention; and then the _second_ thought that
occurred to me was, hey, I’ve been tried and sentenced for two decades, the
kids are grown–why not be guilty as charged for once?
But, as luck would have it, as soon as he moved into the desk across
from mine, he put up a picture of a darling family–three kids, and a
better looking, younger woman than me. Not that I think I’m especially bad
looking, although it’s been a _long_ time since I was a cheerleader. Brown
hair, kept short, grey-green eyes, a few freckles on either side of my
nose, a nice mouth, which I touch up only a little with a light pink, twice
a day, but a bit of a weak chin. I’ve learned that If I keep the hair
short & curly and wear big round earrings the chin looks better.

Ebony Babe Pimped

Administrator — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 07:38:01 +0000

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