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A lobbying group, Titcage, works to degrade women and educate them on how to be the sluts they really are. Long and very graphic, with something for everyone.

Sex Joke

Native temptations

A newly married sailor was informed by the Navy that he was going to be stationed a long way from home on a remote island in the Pacific for a year. A few weeks after he got there he began to miss his new wife, so he wrote her a letter. “My love,” he wrote, “we are going to be apart for a very long time. Already I’m starting to miss you and there’s really not much to do here in the evenings. Besides that we’re constantly surrounded by young attractive native girls. Do you think if I had a hobby of some kind I would not be tempted?” So his wife sent him back a harmonica saying, “Why don’t you learn to play this?” Eventually his tour of duty came to an end and he rushed back to his wife. “Darling” he said, “I can’t wait to get you into bed so that we make passionate love!” She kissed him and said, “First let’s see you play that harmonica.”

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Essay

Fateful Encounter

We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, however this one has stuck in my mind, even though I have tried to put it out of my mind. I find myself remembering this eventful time and as I slip back to when it all happened, I wish that I could somehow go back and relive the experience, but then I wish again to forget it ever happen.

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Marching Band (Part 6)

First of all, thanks for being patient, luckily this part is longer than most of the others, and IMO it’s much better. Also, thank you for all of the encouragement to keep writing! (Shoutout to my pal the Retired Army NCO!) Finally, keep an eye out for part 7, which I should release sometime this weekend. Thanks again! | After achieving the amazing threesome, Matt didn’t think the sex could be better, but he has an experience with his first freshman…

Diary

The wrong place at the wrong time – part 1

Some people may find this story to be shocking or will be outraged by it. I’m not a religious person, but by confessing it here, I’m hoping it will ease my conscience some. I’m not a professional writer, so please excuse the grammar or improper formatting in advance.
Let me provide some short background. I’m 31 and still live with my parents on a small beef cattle farm in the Midwest. Every year in the fall, my parents take off for a week and visit my aunt and uncle out of state. I’m an only child, and I take care of the place while they are gone. It was a year ago today that the events I’m about to describe occurred.
I have been diagnosed as Bi-Polar, and some of you may know that when people with my disorder are off their meds, they can act pretty flaky. If I’m off the meds for a couple of days, my moods go up and down with no rhyme or reason. I also have anger and impulsive behavior issues, which is why I still live at home.
My parents were gone for a few days, and it was a Friday about 8 in the morning. I had just finished chores and had the whole day ahead of me till evening feeding. Hadn’t been able to find my meds since mom left, but didn’t look too hard for them either. I had been having some bad thoughts though, and was thinking about acting on them.
Our farm is about 15 miles from a fairly large town of about 150,000 people. It has the normal stuff going on of a town that size, including some homeless people and vagrants that hang around begging from people during the day, and sleeping in the rescue mission at night. This was the area I was headed for this morning. I knew that the shelter normally boots them out around 8 – 8:30 so there are normally some people headed for city center on foot around this time of day.
I drove around and finally spotted a likely prospect. He had a straggly beard and hair, mismatched clothes, and of course a backpack with a bedroll blanket tied to it. I slowed down next to him and said “ hey, would you or any of your friends around here be interested in tearing down some sheetrock for a couple hours? I’ll pay $50, supply the tools, and buy lunch”. He replied “Yeah, but I’d want the lunch and $30 up front”. I said “it’s a deal, hop on in. Is burger king okay? “Sure is” he replied.
So I fished $30 from my wallet and gave it to him, then we got lunch. We drove to my house and I parked by the machine shed. I said “the stuff we need is in there. You can leave your pack in the truck”. So we went in and I grabbed a flat shovel from near the door and pointed to a wheelbarrow by the far wall. “Can you get the barrow?” “sure,” he replied. I followed him as he reached for the barrow. With the shovel in my left hand, I reached in my pocket and pulled out a can of bear repellent pepper spray. As he turned the barrow around, I let him have it right in the face with the spray. He immediately dropped the barrow, put his hands to his eyes, and screamed. “Fuck, Fuck!” I tossed the pepper spray on the floor and with both hands swung the shovel at his right knee like swinging a baseball bat. He went down screaming; now holding his knee. I brought the shovel back again and this time brought it down hard on his left hand. He howled again. I then bashed his left shoulder, then his right shoulder.
Satisfied he was fairly incapacitated I grabbed a Ziploc bag that I had prepared earlier from a shelf. It contained some Methyl Ethyl Ketone, (more commonly referred to as MEK),and a rag. We use MEK for cleaning grease from some tractor parts. If you breathe too much it can make you feel faint. Anyway, I pulled the MEK soaked rag from the bag and kicked him in the side with my boot. “roll over on your stomach, or I’ll spray and bash you again” He was whimpering and rolling back and forth. I won’t say it again, lay on your front”. He complied, but was crying, and said “what’s going on? Why?” among sobs.
I quickly jumped down on him and straddled his back. I grabbed his hair with one hand to hold his head down, then forced the MEK soaked rag against his mouth and nose. He struggled and cried out, but because of what had just happened, he was no match for me. I’m Six feet two inches tall, and weight 200 pounds. I used to wrestle in school, and I’m still pretty strong. I probably could have put a sleeper hold on him, but I wanted to see if the MEK would knock him unconscious – It did.
I had some handcuffs in my pocket that I had ordered from the internet a year or so earlier. I cuffed his hands behind his back. I then got some duct tape from the same shelf that had the Ziploc on it and wrapped it around head and mouth, leaving his nostrils exposed.
I wrestled him into the wheelbarrow and wheeled him into our barn. The barn was pretty much full of hay and straw for the Winter. Holding onto him, I tipped the barrow toward me and put him gently on the floor. I wasn’t ready for him to wake yet. I dragged a bale of straw near one of the 6 x 6 inch support poles. I then unlocked the cuff from his left hand and dragged him to the bale of straw. I laid him on it so that his chest was on the straw and his hands were outstretched toward the pole. I re-cuffed his hands around the pole. I then duct taped his cuffed hands around the pole, so he couldn’t move them. He was now in a kneeling position against the bale of straw, cuffed to the pole. I went back to the machine shed and got a battery powered drill, and some 1 inch wood screws. We had an old junk car parked behind the barn that had never made it to the scrap yard yet. I took my pocket knife out and sliced about 2 feet of seat belt from the driver’s side.
Back in the barn he had woken up. I said “we’re not quite ready yet” as I set down the drill, screws, and seatbelt. I pulled out the baggy and put my knee on his back as I grabbed his hair and again forced the rag against his nose until he lost consciousness again. Now I took off all his clothes except for a T-shirt that would have been a hassle with the cuffs. I put his feet at what seemed like a good cheek spreading distance, and cut the seatbelt in half. I laid the seat belt strap over his ankles, and screwed it down into the wooden floor on both sides of each ankle.
So here he was, handcuffed and gagged, with ankles secured to the floor. I pulled a butt cheek open, and saw his bunghole wasn’t real clean. I went back to the machine shed and got some wet wipes we use when working on tractors, and came back and thoroughly wiped his bunghole and surrounding area clean. I was very hard at this point. I could basically do anything I wanted to him – and I was going to. He wasn’t going anywhere, so I went back to the house and got a condom and some lube from my bedroom, and came back. I was thinking about not using a condom, but who knows what kind of disease a vagrant like this might have. He was awake again when I returned to the barn, and he wearily looked in my direction as he heard the door. “hello there” I said, Ready to lose your virginity? Or have you been fucked in the ass before?” He shook his head vigorously, and muffled something into his gag. He was trying to no avail to get loose. His torso was moving back and forth, but his hands and ankles stayed fast. He continued to try and communicate under the tape. I could tell by the tone and look on his face it was some kind of pleading for me to let him go. I said, “if you are wondering why? Its because I figured nobody would miss you. Call it being in the wrong place at the wrong time I guess”.
He was still trying to cry or yell or whatever his muffle sounds were. I was still rock hard. My tool isn’t huge, but its about 7 inches long and fairly thick. It was time to let the beast out, so I took off my jacket, shoes, pants and underwear. I left my socks and shirt on. I put the condom on and rubbed some lube on my cock. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind, and I grabbed some baling string that was laying on the floor a few feet away, and tossed it next to his foot.
I knelt down behind him and rested both hands on his butt cheeks. “Are you ready?” He shook his head violently and started writhing and bucking. Was shouting or crying or something into his gag. I pushed the tip of my cock against his brown eye, and pushed in. he was very tight, and he arched his back in pain while screaming into the duct tape gag. I held his waist with both hands, and drove all the way in. I was in to the hilt, and he was still writhing and bucking. Little did he know that this was turning me on even more. He turned his head and I could see the tears in his eyes, the snot running from his nose, the rapid sniffing as he tried to breathe through only his nose. I started pounding in and out of him slowly at first, then more quickly, while holding tightly to his waist. I was getting pretty turned on as I was pulling out about half way, looking at my cock sliding in and out of his virgin hole. I was feeling like I was getting close, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I pulled out and let out a deep breath. He slumped onto the bale obviously crying into his gag with loud sniffling. I grabbed the baling string and laid it on his back. I then re-entered him and grabbed the string. I threaded it around his neck and with both hands pulled firmly back on it. He tried to cry out. I said “now if you don’t behave, I’ll have to choke you with this. Do you understand?” He nodded his head while sobbing. I said, “so; by behaving, I mean you will have to rock back and forth answering my thrusts so we can get this over with. Do you understand?” He nodded again. “Good”
So I let go of the string and started pumping slowly. “Come on, get with the rhythm. Okay, good”. He was still sobbing, but he answered my thrusts as best he could the way he was tied up. I held his waist and pumped him slowly for a couple minutes, as he rocked against me. I could feel myself getting close again. I grabbed both ends of the string with just my left hand and started pulling as I said “I’m afraid I can’t allow you to live and plot revenge on me”. He shook his head violently and screamed something into the gag as he started bucking and writhing again. That was exactly what I wanted. I pulled the string tighter, and slapped his right cheek hard with my right hand. Kind of like a bull rider. And I only had about 8 seconds to go before I shot my load. I pulled tighter as I pounded his asshole, and slapped his ass repeatedly. He continued to buck and writhe. I could feel it coming. “Fuck it” I thought. I was in a frenzy. I pulled out and with one swift motion peeled the condom off. I plunged back inside, and with the condom off, his hole felt much hotter. About 10 strokes later I could feel my orgasm coming again. “I’m cumming you bitch” I sneered through clenched teeth, as I exploded inside his rectum. I had never felt an orgasm that powerful. I still had the string pulled tight around his neck, but not enough to choke him to unconsciousness. I kept pumping and squirting deep inside him. Finally after having the best orgasm I had ever experienced, I let go of the string and put both hands on his sweaty T-shirt, as I panted hard. He was also breathing hard through his snotty nose. He slumped onto the bale.
“You my friend, are the best fuck I have ever had”. I pulled out of him, and rested my cock on the top of his crack. My semen oozed out of my cock onto his crack.
After I caught my breath, I got up and wiped myself down with the wet wipes. I put my clothes and shoes back on. I left my jacket off though, because I was still sweating.
“Now, what should we do with you?” He moaned something in his gag. I guessed I was something along the lines of “please let me go”. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible”. You see I’d never be able to rest knowing you were out there plotting revenge, or going to the police”. He shook his head and said something into the gag. “Right now, you’ll say anything to save your neck, and I don’t blame you. I would too. I’ll tell you what, let me think on it for a few minutes, then we’ll go from there”. He nodded his head, and mumbled something.
I went out to the truck and grabbed his bag. Dumped the contents onto the ground, and said ”looky here – a cell phone. This must be my lucky day?”
I hastily put all the rest of his crap back in the bag, and opened the flip phone. It worked!
I went into the house and logged on to craigslist. I had been on this site before, so I had an idea of what I was looking for. Here you are!
On the M4M site there was the type of ad I was looking for. It said:
“ Garage Head. 40yr old white guy, HW proportionate – prefer someone my age or younger, any race. I live on a secluded street. Sorry no pics – must be discrete. Come by and let’s swap loads in my garage after 10:30pm. If this ad is still up, I haven’t had any takers yet. Let’s do this!”
At the end of the ad, he left his cell number in various combinations of abbreviated words and numbers.
I opened my new phone and sent a text. “ do u still want someone to swap loads?”
A minute went by, then the reply came back. “ yeah, u wanna do it? “
“yeah, I’ll come by at 10:30, and will give you some head you’ll never forget. Give me directions plz”
Another minute went by, then he sent directions along with a short note. “I can’t wait to fuck your mouth”.
I thought to myself, there will be some fucking alright, but not the way you’re thinking. I chuckled to myself. Gotta start planning my next adventure…

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Fantasy

Teasing Toward Ecstacy

Derek and Janet had just come back from a party with their friends. Janet had spent the night being shy, sticking close to Derek—ever the reserved lady. She made polite, demure conversation in her little black, not-too-revealing dress, trying not to let her obvious youth show too much. Derek’s friends were impressed. Overall, he was pleased with her performance, and as they left the party, he was thinking that he wanted to let her know that.
They walked into the entrance of Derek’s townhouse, and he took Janet’s shoulders and turned her around, pressing her back up against the door. Derek leaned in close to her, letting his lips touch hers, but not satisfying her with a kiss, while he moved to turn the lock on the door.
Janet rubbed up against Derek slightly, her lips ready for his, begging to be kissed deeply. Derek instead teased her, holding her back against the smooth wooden door. Janet could feel herself getting wet in her red silk panties almost instantly, as his lips lightly brushed against her red glossy lips.
An errant hand ran down Janet’s body, lingering ever-so-briefly on her smooth thigh, just under the hem of her skirt, before pulling away. Janet pouted a little, wanting to feel Derek’s lips, his skin against hers. He smiled as his hand returned and wandered up her thigh. Her legs parted almost instinctively, letting him slip a few fingers in between her silk panties and her skin.
The moment Derek’s fingers touched Janet’s shaved smooth pussy, her lips curled and let out an “ooooh”, as she was becoming very aroused. Janet moved forward, pressing Derek’s fingers closer to her. “Ooooh…” Derek mimicked, “Baby’s wet already…is that for me?” with a playful edge in his voice. Janet nodded, unable to speak.
Derek started to rub a single fingertip very slowly and softly along Janet’s pussy lips, as his other hand had moved down to her hip, holding her still against the door, stopping her from pressing forward into him. Seemingly without warning, Derek pulled his finger away saying softly, “I asked you a question baby…is that for me?,” as he rested his finger, moist with her juices, on her parted lips. Janet nodded and Derek pressed his finger to her mouth to give her a taste of her own arousal. It was almost too much for Janet to stand. The hint of his touch; the denied kisses; the scent of her own juices on her mouth. Janet’s legs felt weak against the door. She wanted Derek already….and badly.
Derek let Janet go and she reached out for him. She could see and feel his cock against her leg through his pants, already hot, hard and throbbing with deep desire. Derek shook his head, “No, no, no….patience baby…patience.” He gently took hold of her wrists and brought her into his place, and led her to his bed.
“Strip for me baby…” Derek said with confidence as he sat down on the bed with Janet displayed in front of him. Slowly, she complied. The straps of her dress fell off her shoulders and the little black dress poured onto the floor in one fluid, seemingly liquid puddle. She stood before him in her red silk panties and nothing else. Derek took a moment to sit back and appraise Janet. She was nearly naked for his viewing pleasure and very aroused, waiting for his command.
Derek could see the wet spot peeking through the crotch of Janet’s panties. He gave an approving murmur. “Mmmm… baby” softly escaped his lips as he looked her up and down, gesturing for her to step closer to him. Janet had goose bumps, being exposed to the cool air in the townhouse. Her nipples were erect and Derek brushed them lightly with the palms of his hands, running from heel to fingertip and back. Again, he teased her lips by pulling her in for a kiss, then giving her just a gentle nibble.
Janet’s eyes closed and she moaned with frustrated desire. Derek smiled coyly as Janet leaned into him, trying to get him to kiss her; touch her harder; longer; to rub her near naked body.
Derek then pulled Janet forward by the hips and put his mouth on the front of her panties, inhaling her scent and rubbing the smooth silk against her quivering pussy lips. Through the moist silk she could feel his hot breath. Janet squirmed, unable to stay still. Derek pulled back, again aborting Janet’s growing moans.
“Take those off,” Derek commanded, pointing to Janet’s panties. She complied without question, bending over completely and touching the ground in front of him as she removed the little piece of red silk. “Mmmm,” Derek uttered as he looked over Janet’s bare and now swollen pussy lips, again approving, but now desiring more.
Janet knelt down without prompting and started to unbutton Derek’s dress shirt. He shook his head saying “no,” and she stopped. Janet’s hand then wandered to the crotch of Derek’s slacks. She I could feel his hardness and the beat of his blood pulsing through his erection. Derek wanted Janet as much as she wanted him.
“No, we’re not doing that tonight baby…” Derek said politely as he stopped Janet from unbuckling his belt as she was preparing to pull out his cock and take it in her mouth. Janet gave a little pout and a whimper. Derek laughed softly but compassionately as he ran a hand from Janet’s breast to her hip. Derek was pleased that Janet was so eager to have him in her mouth, but he had other plans for her.
Derek commanded Janet to show him her pussy. Feeling only slightly foolish, but quickly losing all self-consciousness in the heightened state of arousal, Janet stood up straight, moved over to the bed and lay on her back, exposing herself to him. Derek made a “turn around” motion with his fingers, and like a good girl, Janet obeyed, flipping from her back to all fours. Derek took a moment to appraise her, pussy high up in the air, totally vulnerable, already glistening slightly with the product of her arousal. Janet was waiting for him, wanting; craving; needing his touch. The transformation had become complete. Janet had given herself to Derek in body, mind and spirit.
Janet could feel cool air on her moist pussy, while waiting for his touch. The anticipation of not knowing what was to come, a tongue; lips; fingers or cock stirred Janet into a deep, mindless arousal. She felt his tongue make one long stroke over her pussy and then quickly flick her clit, and she was gone. Janet started bouncing around in time and memory, trying to grind into Derek whenever he touched her. She had become such a “bad girl.”
Janet thought to herself, “You have turned me into a silly, simpering slut with but one thought on my mind: ‘Please, please, please fuck me!’ You work me into such a lathered frenzy of excitement that I’ll do anything—say anything—for you. I’m your little panting slut, begging for release. Normally I’m such a shy, reserved girl, but I just can’t help but be a wanton whore in your arms. I would feel ridiculous doing and saying what you’re make me do and say, but I’m too turned on to care. I have no shame.”
While Janet was still bent over on all fours, spreading for Derek while he licked her with flickering, quick strokes, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, pressing into his mouth. Derek’s tongue moved from her clit, up to her labia, and lingered on her pussy. Janet gasped, not expecting the quick flicker of his tongue as he spread her with his fingers.
Janet squirmed up to her knees, and Derek grabbed her hips, holding her from behind. Still kneeing, Janet’s legs spread wide apart. One of Derek’s hands presses Janet’s belly, drawing her into him tightly, making her unable to squirm away—even in the height of pleasure. Derek then runs his fingers lightly along Janet’s pussy lips, now so very slick and wet with her arousal.
Janet can’t move, as Derek is holding her in position. Whispering in her ear, Derek says, “Tell me you like that,” as his fingers sliding up and down over her clit, teasing her pussy mercilessly.
“I love it,” Janet pants breathlessly, willing him to do more.
“Tell me you loved it when I licked you.” Derek says softly. Janet complies quickly, wholly, saying everything he tells her to say. When he tells her to say that, “I loved it when you spread me open” she does so, without question. Derek strokes her into a frenzy of wet, hot anticipation. Janet moans to have him inside her, any part of him; a finger or his cock, so obviously erect at her excitement.
“Do you want me?” Derek asks.
Janet cannot help but want Derek more than anything now. She tells him as much, gasping and wiggling for release. Derek’s hand slides back down her pussy. Her love juices leave a slick trail on his fingers, and she can feel the very tip of his thumb pressing against the entrance to her vagina. She’s so ready for him. Janet wants him so badly she throbs and aches deep within her love tunnel.
Without asking or waiting, Janet presses back onto Derek’s thumb, thrusting his thumb deep inside of her in one stroke. She could not take it anymore. Derek tolerates her impatience by sliding his thumb in deep thrusts into Janet’s hot wet pussy, in steady and slow motions. Derek’s fingers spread and fiddle with Janet’s pussy lips as his thumb works her over. She quivers with anticipated release. It only takes a few of his strokes and she’s at the edge of an orgasm, and Janet feels about to let go within seconds. She whimpers, begging for release, and utters soft moans of a helpless girl in Derek’s arms.
Derek pulls her deeper into him and he thrust his thumb with more ferocity. Pounding away at her pussy, giving her exactly what she wants. Janet bounces along with him, urging his penetration deeper and harder.
Her back arches, and Janet can feel her climax coming on.
“That’s right baby, that’s right…come on baby… come for me baby,” Derek urges in a tender but commanding tone, as he coaxes the orgasm from Janet’s body. Just then, it ripples through her stomach and her pussy contracts on his thumb, still sliding back and forth—in and out. She holds her breath and gasps, shuddering into him. Derek holds Janet upright and steady with his arm just below her full breasts. His other hand is soaked with her juices.
Abruptly, Derek slips his thumb out of Janet as she moans with pleasure, desire and frustration. “I want more,” Janet whimpers. She pouts, putting on her best, innocent but sultry, look. Derek knows this look, as he’s seen it before. Janet wants more.
Derek is indulgent and aroused. Ready to give Janet much more. He moves his hand to Janet’s cheek and turns her to kiss him deeply, passionately. She returns the kind of wet, penetrating kiss one can only have after being thoroughly satisfied. As Derek gently pushes Janet down on her stomach, she lay in anticipation, quivering, not knowing where he’ll touch her next. He finishes undressing, thus displaying his now-very-hard cock.
Janet is still giddy from her orgasmic pleasure, as Derek flips her over on her back. He raises her legs, pinning them almost to her chest. The motion is effortless and persistent. There is no need for delicacy as her joints and muscles are limber, sweaty, hot, relaxed and pliant from pleasure. Janet’s wet and still throbbing pussy is completely exposed to Derek. He gives an experimental rub with length of his cock, stimulating her and making her already-moist pussy even wetter. Janet lets out an involuntary whine and firmly states, “I want you inside of me.”
“My poor baby…you want this?” Derek taunts Janet.
Janet nods vigorously, pouting. With very little hesitation, Derek slips the head of his manhood into her pussy, teasing her once more. “God, you’re tight,” Derek remarks, a bit breathless himself.
Then Janet lets out another whimper and a moan. “Tell me what you’d like,” Derek commands.
“I want your cock,” Janet quickly replies. She’s at the mercy of his passion, wanting him with complete abandon.
“You want my cock?” Derek teases as he inches into Janet’s pussy just a little deeper.
“Yes! Please!” she gasps and pleads, getting frustrated at the pause.
“Okay baby, you can have it.” Derek responds as he inches his stiff pole inside her just a little more, then a little more. Janet is throbbing and swollen from her previous climax so Derek’s cock is a very tight fit. Slowly, ever slowly, he pushes his cock into her, filling her completely as he goes. Janet can’t help but start to tremble with each little push forward. She already knows she’s going to come again, so very soon.
Derek narrates as he slowly pushes forward, “That’s right baby, take it. Take it all…..take it baby…that’s right…take it.” Every time he tells her to “take it”, he pushes a little deeper. He smiles down at Janet as her red glossed lips open in arousal, and her breathing becomes short again. Every time Derek talks to her. Every time he says anything, commanding, encouraging, wonderful, Janet is taken to another level of arousal.
Derek’s repeated command, “Take it” sends Janet over the edge at the very end of his deep thrust. He hasn’t pulled back once yet, and Janet’s pussy is contracting on his cock, climaxing, bathing it in her own fluids. Lubricating it and marinating it, preparing it for harder, faster thrusts. But Derek’s in no hurry. As Janet shudders and trembles in an ecstatic release, he brings her in close, deeply thrusting and moving only slightly to the rhythms of her panting. Derek leans forward and smiles at Janet in a mischievous grin. He strokes her hair very softly saying, “That’s my baby…feel good? You want more?”
“Oh, please…” escapes from Janet’s lips.
“Oh please what?” Derek asked her, taunting her yet again. He wants her to say exactly what she wants.
Janet thinks to herself, “I’m a slut in your arms, I can’t help it.” Then the words flow from her, before she even has a chance to think of how dirty, how completely reckless they are. “I want you to fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me. Hard. Please….” The last “please” is a whine and a whimper with all kinds of begging tones. Janet wants him so badly.
Derek then pulls back, his cock head at the very lips of Janet’s pussy, still wet and tight. “Awww…baby wants to be fucked,” he parodies and mimics her pleading look with a gleam in his eye and a slight smirk.
“Yes!” she says emphatically. There’s no doubt about Janet’s desire. There’s no subtlety now, no averted eyes and shy glances. “Yes, please fuck me.” She pleads again.
“And how would you like me to fuck you?” Derek coaxes her, as he plays with her, his cock moving ever so slightly in and out of the very entrance of her pussy.
“Hard, please.” Janet closes her eyes and whispers, enjoying the sensations rippling through her body, caused by those shallow, small thrusts.
“What was that baby?” Derek tease more, wanting Janet to let go completely again.
“I want you to fuck me hard…now…please….please….” Janet says in a commanding tone as she rocks her hips forward into Derek. He pulls back a bit, not letting her get her way, tormenting her with anticipation.
“Are you ready baby?” Derek mockingly questions as he shifts forward just a bit.
“Yes! Please….!” Janet begs. She’s breathless and barely gets her last plead out of her lips when Derek buries his love pole all the way into her throbbing pussy in one deep thrust. Janet lets out a yelp and a gasp of pleasure and surprise. Her eyes roll back as she thinks, “It feels so damn good.”
Again Derek pulls out and thrusts hard into Janet’s hot pussy, as he bends down this time to kiss her. His lips engulf her and he pins her legs to her chest, thrusting with deep, increasingly quick strokes. Derek continues to kiss her passionately as he pounds his stiff pole harder and harder into her pussy.
Janet can’t speak, she can’t think. Her satisfied moans are muffled in Derek’s mouth. She can feel the heightened sensation of his breath on her lips, his tongue in her mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. With Janet’s arms around Derek, pulling him into her, wanting him closer and deeper than humanly possible, it’s impossible to tell where one part of Derek ends and a part of Janet begins. His strokes are so smooth, so insistent. Slowly, Janet is being lathered into another level of arousal, climbing to the peak of her climax. She’s dizzy and flustered, moving her hips in time with Derek’s thrust, her moans getting louder in his mouth. She bites his lip and he breaks the kiss to blurt out,”Come on baby…give it to me….come on….come for me…”
Derek senses Janet’s impending release and he starts whispering, right next to her ear, coaxing her toward climax. Janet knows that Derek is close to the edge also. His thrusts have intensified. She feels his cock become even harder, indicating that momentary increase in stiffness before his own orgasm. Derek goes deep…deep into Janet…as deep as he can, and it’s enough to send Janet over the edge.
“Yes baby, that’s it…that’s a good girl…come for me…” Derek encourages Janet, even as his own orgasm begins.
“Oh fuck…fuck…,” Janet calls out, not acting like such the perfect little lady right now. She can feel the increase in her wetness, as she shakes and quivers in complete and perfect ecstasy. She watches Derek’s face in pleasure as he comes inside of her.
“Oh baby…you feel so good…you feel like heaven…,” Derek decrees as his thrusts become smooth and long, relaxed and unhurried. He has not lost any hardness with his climax and he thrusts through the pulses of Janet’s contractions of orgasm, and his own.
Derek rolls Janet to the side. She’s weak and spent—completely satisfied. He takes her face in one hand, and strokes her hair with the other. He’s all gentleness and sleepy smiles as Derek says, “There you go baby…that’s a good girl.”
Janet is left breathless and content. Derek’s cock is still hard as he continues rocking back and forth, very slowly, inside of her. He pulls out momentarily for the short break. They’ve soaked the sheets with their love juices, mingled together, sopping wet…and Janet knows in a few minutes, after touching, stroking, relaxing and making each other laugh just a little, Derek will be inside her again. She can’t wait.

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Michelle’s encounter

It started as a normal morning, Michelle had just got the kids off to school and her husband was off to work. Now Michelle is a very attractive woman, tall at 5’9 shapely 38Ds with long brown hair that she usually kept back. She was alittle insecure but always seemed to draw the attention of the young men at the grocery store and the malls. She was feeling alittle dragged out so she was still in the long t shirt she had slept in. She had gone out back to water some flower, her backyard was wooded, so you could barely make out the neighbors house. Michelle loved the remoteness of her backyard, she never had to worry about nosey neighbors. As she was watering the flowers a big rotweiller came bounding thru the yard. Startled at first she froze, but he stopped and looked around and noticed her on the porch. She stayed still as he came up the porch, she noticed how big he was, a beautiful dog, but he scared her none the less. he started drinking water out of one of the pots, Michelle laughed and realized all he wanted was something to drink. She grabbed a bowl and went inside to fill it up. when she came back out, as she bent over to put it down the big Rotweiller stuck his head inside her short t shirt pressing his cold nose against her slightly parted thighs, and with a swift lick his massive tongue had parted michelle’s thighs and licked her clit and semi wet shaved pussy. She was shocked, startled ,she stood straight up and whipped around. The Rotty looked like he was smilling, that big tongue hanging out. now michelle didn’t know what to do bolt of of electricity had passed thru her pussy and her knees felt alittle weak. that had never happened before, oh sure the occasional friends dog with the curious snout in the crotch, but this was different. Michelle’s head was spinning, the dog was walking towards her and her back was against the siding. Of course now it would be nice if there were neighbors. The naughty rotty moved towardher and she tried to close her legs.. but with a quick movement his tongue found her clit again. that bolt of electricity shot thru her again. this can’t be happening she thought, she glanced at the door, it was 5 feet away but this darn dog had her pinned against the house. He began to lick her again and again each time finding his mark directly on her hardening clit. her head was spinning, this can’t be happening. Whats worse is her body was beginning to betray her. With each lick of that massavve talented tongue her knees weakened. Soon she was unable to fight it her thighs began to part, she was praying for him to stop it was so wrong but her clit was hoping he’d continue. soon she couldnt hold herself up and she could stand, he thighs now wide open this animal had almost completely broke her will, her body was responding. her nipples rock hard her breathing getting deeper and deeper she could feel the first of what would be manny orgasams building. Michelles husband never seemed to have time for this. As the first orgasm washed over her all she could thing was this dog was having his way and she was beginning to enjoy it “oh my god I’m cummmingggggg “she moaned. The naughty rotty’s tongue had found his way inside her pussy and was sliding that thick tongue deeper than michelle had ever experienced before. After her 3rd or 4th orgasam, she had lost count she gained just alittle of her senses back. the dog had slowed down long enough for her to think she could make it to the door. Michelle underestimated the big dog, for when she got on her hands and knees he knew what he needed and michelle didnt have a chance. As soon as michelle had gotten on all fours the big rotty seemed to grab her with his front paws around her hips. Now michelle was in no condition to fight she had been spent by multiple orgasams and she tried to close her thighs when she realized her mistake but it was too late. he had found his mark with only two thrusts, “No” she thought this can’t happen, but within seconds he was pushing his huge 8 inch cock in and out of her pussy, deeper than she had ever had before. the dog was like a machine he was thrusting in and out harder and faster then michelle ever experienced before.. after another 4 or 5 orgasams she passed out. When she awoke the Rotty was gone her tshirt was a mess around her waist. She got up tried to straighten herself up a couple of hours had gone by, thanks god the kids or her mother hadnt found her. She went and took a long shower, trying to put the events of the day out of her head, but for some reason she keept getting wet and her nipples hard ever time she thought about it. trying to tell herself that it was wrong and try to put it out of her head completely she couldnt. She kept having dreams, then fantasizeing about it…After fighting the urges for a week she finally went out back on her deck after everyone was gone to school and work, wondering maybe even hoping that big dog would come running thru her yard again…

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That damned Beanie Final Part

This will be the final part of this story. the reason will become clearer once you have read it. I am really sorry for the long wait and i hope this will be a good christmas/haunukkah/yule present for you all.

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My Cousin And Her cam.

I knew I should have moved on and not be looking, but something held me, I stood still.
Her naked body was so beautiful, her breasts, larger than mine, held my eyes, I found I couldn’t drag my eyes away, I saw her lifting them as she dried around each one, God but they were beautiful.