Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

Pigtail teen shoves dildo in her tight pussy

Sunday, December 20th, 2009
Pigtail teen
I shook it at him and the men nearest the stage went wild. I worked my way back to the stage. I reached up and unbuttoned the top button on the shirt. The I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button. I alternated between top and bottom until only one was left. "Four Minutes!", I heard Teri in the wings. I teased the men by alternately opening the bottom and then the top of the nightshirt. They could just get glimpses of the white underwear beneath. I unbuttoned the last button and pulled the shirt open. The men cheered.

Teen lap dance for a neighbour

Friday, April 10th, 2009
"The Lovely Lisa, lets give her a big hand for coming out here tonight." a microphoned voice said. The crowd cheered as Lisa took a bow. The stage lights went out and she quickly retrieved her clothes from the stage and headed for us. "Great show!" Teri said as Lisa came backstage. Lisa took her robe from a hook behind us and put it on. "Thanks, they're ready tonight." she replied. "Hand your robe up and get ready, they are about to announce you." Teri told me. I put the robe on the hook. "Good Luck." Lisa said as she headed back down the hall. "Go get them", Teri said as she gave me a small boost out on the still dark stage. I stepped to the center. The moment of truth had arrived. The announcer was talking about a promotion that was upcoming at the bar. "And now an accountant who has some interesting figure to show us, let's give a big welcome to Pamela!" The music stared and then the lights came on, blinding me. The men roared. I started dancing, swaying my hips to the beat. The satin white night shirt shimmered in the lights. I took Shelly's advice and looked into the lights, losing myself in the music. I worked my way down one side of the runway. I saw Craig sitting at the table at the bar. He caught my eye and started to clap. He was the vision of lust. I turned my back to him and inched up the night shirt so my g-string covered (or should that be uncovered) behind was visible. nude teen lap dance

Bonnies Battered Boy Friend

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

Archive-name: Amazon/batboy.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Bonnie’s Battered Boy Friend

I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which
we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength,
beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5′9″ and with
a powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own by
a good ten pounds, I was fastinated at the way she could outlift
most of the men at the club and struck up a conversation with
her. When she invited me to come home with her I accepted
eagerly.
However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me.
Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed every
muscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to a
friendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect of
physical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, and
before I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat in
her gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for a
moment or two while she tested my strength, but after that I
never had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knew
every trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in as
many minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensure
that I couldn’t escape and then moving into the next one. She
finished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful arms
around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me
completely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thought
would cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaus-
tion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me an
airplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended the
contest–if you could call it that–by gripping my neck and
buttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extend-
ed, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my nose
inches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape her
grip, and then tossing me on my back, stradding my chest and
pinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees.
After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com-
posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything.
I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that I
would never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked,
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll clean your clock for you?” and
produced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finally
decided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and we
squared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively;
I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and her
bobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw.
The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked.
Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but she
stepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering me
with jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurring
speed and sent me reeling backward. I tried to cover up and
dodge her blows, but she seemed to anticipate my every move, and
the accuracy of her punches was phenomenal. In the next few
seconds she hit me thirty or forty times, and, although her
punches weren’t hard, my head was reeling from their cumulative
effect. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, her onslaught
stopped, and she stood watching me, a smile decorating her lovely
face as I swayed back and forth in front of her. “Nighty night,
lover,” she said softly. “No more lovetaps. I’m going to put
your lights out with one punch.” Alarmed, I started to back
away, but her body became a blur of motion, and then something
slammed into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer, spun me
almost completely around and tumbled me backward into oblivion.
When I came to I was lying naked in her bed, and she was
lying on her side next to me looking down at me and running one
hand lightly up and down my body. Seeing my eyes open, she
chuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of my
nose. “Welcome back, baby,” she said. “I was beginning to think
you’d never come around.”
“How–how did I get here?” I blurted.
She laughed. “Why, I carried you up here, of course. After
I took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice,
soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And you
made a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cute
and cuddly. I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.”
I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both my
wrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of her
left hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other hand
slide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles in
her palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. “What–what are you
going to do with me?” I stammered.
She grinned at my helplessness. “Can’t you guess? You
know, beating you up really turned me on in a big way. And that
soft, sexy little body of yours–well, it’s enough to drive a
girl wild. I damn near raped you just carrying you up here. But
now that I’ve got you in bed, baby, I’m going to bang you like
you’ve never been banged before. And you’re going to love every
minute of it.”
I gasped in dismay. That would be the final blow. Being
raped by a girl! The thought sent chills down my spine. “That–
that’s impossible!” I croaked.
She laughed. “Wanta bet? I’ll bet you your paycheck I can
do anything I want to with you. Watch!”
Still holding my wrists pinned behind my head with one hand
and my crotch firmly in the grip of her other hand, she lowered
her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing french
kiss that took my breath away. Then, before I could recover, she
was biting and kissing my face and neck with a passion that
amazed me. As she did so, I felt the hand cupping my crotch
start to massage and stroke me intimately, tickling the inside of
my thighs and caressing my testicles while I struggled helplessly
in her grip. Then I felt her hand grip my penis firmly, her
thumb over its tip, as she began to masturbate me. I gasped and
redoubled my efforts at resistance, but she quickly locked her
legs around mine and I was encased in a steel vice from which I
could not escape as she continued to manipulate my body at will.
I had never believe it possible for a woman to rape a man,
but Bonnie had me writhing with a throbbing erection within a few
minutes, as pangs of sexual desire flooded my body. I heard
myself moaning in mingled shame and passion, and as she finally
mounted me and took me inside her I thought I was going to climax
right then and there. Somehow, she stopped me. Something about
the way her hands held my body, that I haven’t figured out to
this day, brought me back from the brink until she was ready, and
then I heard her breathe, “Now!” and the world exploded in an
orgasm that filled my entire being, lifting me with her and
carrying me on a wave of ecstacy to heights I had never known
before.
When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her as
she grinned down at me. “I think you just lost this week’s
paycheck, baby,” she told me softly. “And don’t tell me it
wasn’t worth it. From the way you were moaning, I’ll bet it was
the best you’ve ever had.” Despite being redfaced with shame, I
had to admit she was right, and when I said so she laughed. “For
what it’s worth, baby, you were pretty good yourself, good enough
that I think I may take you around a few more times before the
night is out. After that, well, we’ll see how you hold up.”
She was as good as her word. She held me helpless on the
bed and raped me again and again, so often I lost count. Even
when I thought I had no more to give her, somehow she brought me
to climax after climax, sometimes when it seemed that I was only
semiconscious, controlling my body with her hands and lips in a
way I would never have thought possible. There was no question
of my failing her–she wouldn’t let me fail her; even when I was
moaning and begging her to stop, although I swore my body could
feel nothing else, she would laugh and force me into another,
incredible orgasm.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forced
me to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the bet
she had made me (I didn’t recall accepting her bet, but with my
left arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice),
helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to the
door. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around my
waist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bending
me backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then,
stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips and
straightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backed
me against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating her
lovely face. “You were good tonight, baby,” she said softly.
“So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next
weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?”
I gasped. “I–I don’t know…” I stammered.
She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday.
Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my
backside, sent me on my way.
That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she
would be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take me
home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she
simply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and
force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked,
change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that
she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or
so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason with
her, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savings
to live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her know
when my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when it
became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her,
she stopped going through the formality of betting me and would
simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from
me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet
either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would
pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her
bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally
fainted from sheer exhaustion. She would make me spend Saturdays
helping her clean her apartment, and Saturday nights she would
take me out, either to dinner or to a movie before taking me to
my apartment, tossing me into my bed and raping me a couple more
times for good measure, leaving me Sunday to recover from my
ordeal. To make matters worse, after several weeks she started
taking me out with her friends, to whom she would brag about how
easily she could beat me up and rape me at will, paying no
attention to how embarrassing her boasts were to me. After a
while, her friends made no secret of their contempt for me,
referring to me as “Bonnie’s battered boyfriend” or “Bonnie’s
love toy.”
Then I began to notice that every couple of weeks or so she
would have added new weightlifting and bodybuilding equipment to
her gameroom (purchased with my money, undoubtedly!). During
this same period, subtle changes in her body began to become
apparent; her chest and shoulders became broader and deeper, her
body harder and her arms and legs bigger and more muscular, until
my own arms and legs seemed like broomsticks by comparison. She
even gained a couple of inches in height so that, now at an even
six feet, she towered three inches above me which, since she
always wore 5″ heels when we went out together, made me feel like
a small child when I stood next to her. Moreover, as she became
bigger and stronger, overpowering me on the wrestling mat or
beating me into submission in her new boxing ring became such a
quick and effortless exercise for her–and even more painful for
me–that she seemed almost bored. Finally she discovered that
she could arouse herself sexually by simply picking me up in her
hands and, holding me at arms’ length, tickling, squeezing,
bending and twisting my body at will while I screamed and
thrashed about helplessly in her grip. In short, she had become
a complete sadist, and my body had become her defenseless toy, to
be used or abused at her pleasure. Yet, after each of these
sessions when she had me in bed raping me, she gave me such
intense ecstacy that I found myself more and more willing to
endure the pain and humiliation which preceded her lovemaking.
There was one aspect of our relationship, however, that I
could not endure. That was the way she treated me in public. In
every way she made it clear to anyone watching us that, in
addition to towering over me, she was the stronger and dominant
partner. She would always walk ahead of me with long strides,
forcing me to trot to keep up with her. She would open doors for
me and order for me in restaurants. On the dancefloor, she would
lead, with her right arm firmly around my waist bending me
backward and molding my body to hers as we danced, my eyes about
level with her throat. Worst of all, she thought nothing of
fondling me in public, squeezing my buttocks or tickling the
inside of my thighs, or running her hands up and down my body
sensuously to stimulate an erection. Several times when we were
standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach
down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly
off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse-
ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When I
would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would
laugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and I
could only lapse into helpless silence.
Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was
threatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to let
me keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an-
nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaid
and personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege of
sharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, I
would be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paid
off the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces of
furniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initially
concerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kind
of treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, she
obviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contented
herself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi-
onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurt
me. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment.
Nevertheless, I still found myself rebelling against her
fondling me in public, and the matter came to a head one night,
after I had been living with her about six weeks, when she was
entertaining her friends at her home. I was circulating through
the crowd serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres when I heard one of
Bonnie’s girl friends asking her when she was going to marry me.
Bonnie threw back her head and roared with laughter. “Marry
him!” she exclaimed. “Why should I marry him? I own him! He’s
my little toy. You don’t marry a toy; you play with it, and when
you get bored with it you throw it away.” Turning to me, where I
was serving drinks several feet away, she said, “Isn’t that
right, Baby Buns?”
I put the tray down and went over to her. “I didn’t hear
that,” I said.
She chuckled, put one arm around my waist and pulled me
against her. “I made up a little poem about you, Baby Buns. Want
to hear it?”
I flushed. “Well, I don’t know…”
“Well,” she said, “you’re going to whether you want to or
not. It’s called ‘My Little Instant Erection’. Here’s how it
goes:
When I tickle him he laughs.
When I spank him he cries.
When I squeeze him he screams.
When I fondle him he sighs.
He’s my personal playtoy
With an instant erection;
A snap of my fingers
And he’s ready for action.”

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”
Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. “Bonnie,
please…” But her hand slid around my hips and forced itself
between my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me an
inch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edge
to it. “Tell Jeannie what you are to me,” she said again. “And
don’t make me tell you a third time.”
My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, “I’m
your playtoy.”
“My LITTLE playtoy. Right?”
I nodded, looking at the floor. “Yes. Your little playtoy.”
Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. “See? Even
he knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don’t
you, Baby Buns.”
Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly.
Bonnie put her hands on her hips, looking down at me.
“Well,” she said quietly, “since you’re being so agreeable, why
don’t you get down on your knees and show the girls the only way
I’ll let you kiss me.”
That was too much. My face burning with embarrassment, I
whispered, “Bonnie, no. Please.”
She laughed and, placing one hand on top of my head, forced
me to my knees in front of her. She stepped forward, straddling
my body with her powerful legs, and then pulled my head up under
her skirt to mash my face firmly into her womanhood. “Open your
mouth, Baby Buns, and show the girls how you give your mistress
pleasure.”
I had no choice. My nose was buried between her legs, and I
couldn’t breathe. As I opened my mouth, my head was mashed up
even tighter into her hairy bush as she gave a deep sigh and then
released me. “That was pretty good, Baby Buns,” she chuckled.
“Any of you girls want to try this with him? If you get his nose
up there just right, it’s almost as good as the real thing!”
At that point something in my mind snapped. With a sob of
frustration and humiliation I spun away from her, rose to my
feet, whirled completely around and tried to backhand her across
the face. Although caught completely by surprise, she reacted
instantly, catching my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and bending
me backward across her thighs. “Did you see that?” she gasped.
“My little toy actually tried to hit me!” With that, she slid
one hand down my back to grasp my belt firmly and lift me bodily
off the floor, holding me at arm’s length like a sack of feathers
while I thrashed about helplessly in the grip of her single hand.
Carrying me to a high chair in the center of the room and
slamming me face down across her lap with a force that took my
breath away, she quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to
expose my bare buttocks. “Boys and girls,” she announced to her
guests, “you are about to witness how a real woman handles a
naughty little man toy who gets out of line.” And with that, she
proceeded to spank my bare bottom with the palm of her hand as
though I were a child.
I don’t know what hurt the most, the stinging power of her
big hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer force
against my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man,
was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front of
all our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming and
sobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in her
steel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How long
she continued to spank me I don’t know; all I remember is that
toward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren of
pain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop.
Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feet
only to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fiery
fingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with my
feet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and stand
me there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into the
corner. “For the rest of this night, little toy,” she told me
grimly, “you will stand in this corner with that blistered rear
of yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with,
and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under-
stand?”
“Y-yes,” I sobbed. “Whatever you–you say.”
And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facing
the wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawers
down around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all to
see and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog-
ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, and
Bonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm around
my waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, and
carried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on my
feet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder in
the six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumb
and forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at
her. “Now, little toy man,” she said grimly, “you’re going to
clean up this mess starting right now. And when you’ve finished,
I’d better be able to eat off the floor or you’ll get another
session across my knee that will make the last one feel like love
pats. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs when you’re finished, and
I don’t want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!” As she
turned to go, she hesitated. “And by the way, if you ever try to
hit me in public again, I’ll break you in two like the ten cent
toy you are. Any questions?”
N–no,” I said, and started cleaning up the mess. When I
was finished, I went upstairs, where she made me sleep at the
foot of her bed, under her heel where, as she had said earlier, I
belonged. For the entire next week, as further punishment for my
attempted rebellion, she forced me to satisfy her with oral sex,
permitting me absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction what-
soever. When she finally did relent and take me to bed with her,
however, she gave me orgasm after orgasm at heights I had never
before experienced, even at her hands, and by the time she had
finished all I wanted was to please her and to be taken into her
body and become a part of her.
We have lived together ever since. Contrary to what she
said that night, she has never tired of me, at least not yet.
And I am content to be the male love toy of my beautiful, Amazon-
ian mistress.

submissive slave fantasy

Monday, June 18th, 2007

FROM : ROGER HOFFMIRE
TO : ALL
SUBJECT: Another submissive fantasy

Ok everyone, if ya read my last submissive fantasy (I think it was
message #171 or so, the subject was Submissive fantasy) then you
realize I had 3 Mistress and My real Mistress was Mistress Sabrina.
Well at the end of last session I was told to come back next weekend
and like last weekend I planned to have all 3 Mistress’s at the same
time again, but not to be. This is how it really went.
I arrive at he door and knock and wait patiently. Upon the
opening of the door I see Mistress Sabrina with a leash in her hand and
a empty collar at the end of She says in a very stearn voice
“fill this collar now immediately or be punished”, I immediately
step inside and put on the collar, she then slaps my face for being too
(more…)

Submissive Slave Lessons

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : MAGGIE THE CAT
SUBJECT: Next scenario

As you lie there, still helpless in your velvet ropes and
blindfold, every sense is attuned to trying to determine what I am
going to do next. You feel something crawl up from the bed onto
your armpit, and your mind searchs to try to identify what it is.
Oh God! You are deathly afraid of spiders! You feel it climb up
your armpit to your chest, and every nerve ending in your body comes
alert, and in spite of your horror, you realize that your nipples
and clit are fully erect, protruding proudly in spite of your fears.
You feel it crawl up your firm breast until it pauses at your
nipple, and you hesitate to breathe for fear it will bite your poor
defensiveless nipple. Your breath slowly returns as it continues
(more…)

Cock Stimulating Letter

Friday, August 18th, 2006

FROM : ROGER HOFFMIRE
TO : ALL
SUBJECT: Submissive Fantasy

Dear all,
First of all Heather I’d like to say that I’m sorry I’ve only
posted 1 public message and 2 to you privately, sounds like I’m kinda
chicken doesn’t it. And I also told you via chat one day that I would
post a erotic message but I never did. But I did post my profile and
thats one good thing on my side. So since I can’t zip you a file very
easily, since I have an Amiga and my .zip utility is in pieces I’m
going to post a public message here and I advise anyone that likes it
and want to keep this message to use whatever capture mode they have on
their comm. software. So here is one of my submissive fantasies that I
have already written to a Mistress friend of mine. And by the way
folks I just met a Mistress that lives in Athens that I plan to see and
I plan to give a blow (ouch) by blow (ouch) account. I also am going
to try and be very detailed. Without further interuptions here goes
the fantasy (what I call a multiple Mistress fantasy of mine.)
I am told to go to a house as my Mistress has instructed and I have
been told that there will be 2 other Mistress’s besides her as I have
mentioned to my Mistress how I would love to be dominated by several
Mistress’s at once. And to her agreeing, which is what I needed before
I could even think of doing this since I need her approval for anything
pertaining to my submissive training. I got to a very large house and
entered, I immediately saw my Mistress Sabrina, and she instructed me
to go into the bathroom and immediately undress, put on the ball/cock
seperator (while I’m soft), a collar, (more…)

Clitoris Masturbation

Friday, August 18th, 2006

FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON
SUBJECT: NASTY TALK!!!

Heather, just as I hung up I realized that my previous response was
selfish. I onl concentrated on what would make me happy. But what you
want is what’ll make you happy. OK!! Here is my fantasy:

I’d take you into the bedroom where the lights are off and only two
candles illuminate the scene. Gently I’d slip your robe from your
shoulders, letting my lips caress your bare neck and shoulders as I
slip the straps down your arms, leaving you naked from the waist up.
Gently I reach for your nipples and touch just the end with my
fingertip, brushing the surface so lightly that you have to look down
to make sure you’re being stroked.
(more…)

Tit Fucking Letert

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON
SUBJECT: NASTY TALK!!!

Heather, you sexy thing! Of course I’ll talk dirty to you. Ever
since I read your story about Gary and Mike and yourself, I have been
dying to get my cock in your mouth so I can feel your tongue wash all
over the head as you suck it deeper and deeper. Since I plan to do
this while you are kneeling over me, I plan to use my lips and tongue
on your pussy, sucking your juices as they flow from your cunt and
letting my tongue lash your clit as it pokes out of its sheath,
searching for excitement. I’ve had your vivid descriptions in mind and
my randy cock in hand for the last few days as I go to sleep. Hurry
and write some more of your experiences so I can vicariously share
them with you.

Your description, your experiences, your freedom to do and act and say
what you truly feel keeps my cock in a constant state of readiness for
you. I’d like to tit fuck you, suck you, and then cum all over your
face and tits, letting my cum drip onto your nipples so you can use
it’s lubrication to make your nipples shine as your fingers pinch and
pull their tenderness.

Dam’n!! Just thinking about it nearly made me cum, but since my
fingers are on the keyboard, I’ll have to wait until I finish this
message.

Adult Porn Fantasy

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON
SUBJECT: Questionnaire

Heather, possibly the attached will be of some assistance in assisting
others to describe themselves. I found this posted on another board:

QUESTIONS FOR CONTEMPLATION
Face and neck:
Do you like your ears kissed, your eyes?
How do you like to be kissed? What do you do with your tongue?
Do you like your neck kissed, licked, sucked?

Chest and breasts:
Do you like to be fondled? How hard? Are any parts of your breasts
more sensitive than others?
Do you like to have your nipples sucked? How hard? Licked?
Bitten? How hard? What feels best, manual or oral stimulation?
Does your nipple change color when excited?

Ass and lower back:
Do you like to have your ass bitten? Licked and sucked? Do you
like a tongue in your anus? Fingers? How many? Do you like
anal sex?
Do you like to have your back caressed? Licked? Rubbed with oil?

Cunt and clit:
Do you like manual stimulation on your clit? Do you like fingers
up your cunt? How many and how deep? Do you like rough or tender
handling?
Do you like oral stimulation on your clit? How do you like it?
Licking? Sucking? Tongue lashing? Nibbling or biting?
Do you like to have a tongue wash up and down your pussy? Do you
like to have your inner lips sucked and licked?

Legs and feet:
Do you like to have your legs and feet licked and sucked? Do you
like to have your legs caressed? Massaged with oil?

Oral sex:
Do you like to suck cock? How do you do it? Do you concentrate on
the head or take all of the shaft in your mouth? Do you like the
taste of cum? Do you let your men friends cum in your mouth?

Intercourse:
Do you like to control sex? What positions do you prefer? Do you
like to use vibrators or dildos during sex?

General:
Do you like to be teased? Do you like bondage? Do you like sex
with more than one person at a time? Male? Female?
What other forms of sex do you like? What was your most memorable
experience? Do you remember your first fuck? What was exciting
about the experience? How old were you? Where were you when
it happened?
Do you like to be whipped or spanked? During sex or before? Have
you ever had clamps put on your nipples? Your clit or cunt?
Do you like to wear revealing clothes? If so, what is your favorite
revealing outfit? What type of underwear and what type of night
wear do you use?

Oral Sex Letter

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

SUBJECT: NAUGHTY TALK & PERSONAL PROFILES
FROM : SOLITAIRE ONE
TO : HEATHER DAWSON

Good morning, Heather. Looks like I’m going to be the first to reply
to your suggestion that we get really personal here. I’ll start.
I’m 50 years old, 6′4″, weigh 185 (about 10 pounds too much), have
light blue eyes and a full head of silver hair. I’m a college graduate
and have a Master’s degree in business. As far as the personal stuff:
I am a BBS junkie. I love to communicate with other adults on a
personal basis, that’s why I have written so many erotic stories, (all
of which are posted on this board first). Some of my stories have been
concocted completely from my imagination, some were situations in which
I should have acted as the characters in the story did (even though I
didn’t react that way at the time), and some are the whole, unvarnished
truth with the only embelishments being the use of highly erotic words
to try to convey to the reader the sensuality of the real situation.

I love oral sex. I love to use my tongue to caress the sensitive parts
of a woman’s body. I love to feel her nipple harden as I suck it
gently, my saliva causing it to shine as I pull it gently with my lips
as my tongue flicks back and forth over its surface. I love to turn
her on her stomach and, starting with the ears and neck, slowly let my
lips wander down to the small of her back, the touches so gently
applied that she isn’t sure if I am really there. I love to kiss her
ass, to let my tongue and teeth alternate in gently licking and sharply
nibbling, the combination of pain/pleasure heightening her arrousal. I
like to let my tongue wander down her crack, flicking at her anus and
dancing down to the soft folds of her cunt, lapping at the sweetness I
find oozing from her pussy. I let my tongue and lips caress the backs
of her legs, paying especial attention to the backs of her knees and
her ankles/toes, sucking the digits as my saliva makes them slippery so
that, when I turn her on her back, she can use them to caress my cock
while we kiss, our lips and tongues dueling for supremacy.

Finally, after she is completely arroused, I let my lips wander down to
the most plesant spot where her inner lips, now engorged with lust,
poke pinkly from the darkness of her bush. I capture each lip in turn,
suckling on it as I slide my mouth back and forth, dragging it further
into the light. Finally, I put my lips on her clit, by now a pink
pearl budding at the top of her pussy. Using my tongue and my
lip-encased teeth, I massage and caress the tenderness until she cums
for the first time.

Usually, if I am skillful enough, I can keep her at the peak of
excitement, bring her to another (or several more) orgasms as I let my
fingers gently penetrate her anus and pussy, thrusting in and out as
her temperature rises.

Since middle age has robbed me of the ability to maintain an erection
after I cum (at least for the next hour or two), I carefully insert
myself into the slipperyness of her pussy, letting my 7 inch cock slide
slowly until I’m completely buried. Since my wife is much shorter than
I, she can usually reach my nipples with her teeth. I love to have my
nipples pinched or bitten while we’re making love. She’s learned over
the years exactly how to control my orgasm through manipulation of my
nipples. If I start to cum too fast, she gently licks my nipples so
that I can barely feel the tenderness. If my erection starts to wane,
she bites harder and uses her fingernails to restore my virility.

I can usually hold off until she is ready to cum again, and we usually
climax at the same time, the soft clutching of her pussy drawing my
love juices from my cock.

Since I had a vascetomy (sp?) nearly 20 years ago, we have enjoyed our
sexual life more than before. I was never very good at unrolling and
using a rubber, losing my erection before I could get back to the bed,
so the operation made both of us happy.

My only regret is that she doesn’t like to suck my cock. With my oral
fixation, I love to watch my cock disappear into her mouth, although
since I’m too broad to get too much in her mouth, she used to
concentrate on my cock head, letting her lips and tongue dance while
sucking. About three years ago she decided that she didn’t want to
perform fellatio anymore. Now I have a total hangup about cock
sucking. I dream about having my cock sucked, about cumming in her
mouth, the rivulets dripping from the corners as the volume becomes too
great to swallow. Ah well, unfortunately that’s all in the past, and I
now have to settle for physical intercourse on an irregular basis and
mental fellatio, cunnilinguis, anal sex, intercourse, B&D, etc on a
regular basis.

Since my dreams constitute a large portion of the sources for my
stories, it seems my loss is everyone else’s gain (assuming that
someone out there likes my stories–since I only occasionally hear from
anyone, I wonder if anyone reads them and finds them as exciting to
read as they were to script).

Anyway, enough about me. Hopefully this is the type of information you
were considering when you posted your note. Maybe some others out
there will join us and describe themselves and their joys/desires also.

MARINE SEX SLAVE Part Two

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

MARINE SEX SLAVE

The person who had introduced Casey into the world of sexual
passion had been her Aunt Ruth. Ruth was a lesbian, a woman who
Casey had admired greatly.

Ruth had been unable to control her baser instincts around her
niece when she had come for a visit.

Aunt Ruth had shared her bedroom during her stay. Casey, still
the tomboy, had been eager to learn all about her sophisticated
Aunt’s life. Aunt Ruth had been all over the world. She was a
Captain in the Air force, and had travelled extensively.

If her language, and somewhat vulgar jokes and remarks offended
her parents at times, they only made the woman more fascinating to
Casey, who reckoned herself as a cool and tough girl. She had heard
that kind of thing before anyway, heard it every day at school. It
was weird hearing an adult talk like that, but it hadn’t bothered
Casey.

Aunt Ruth had liked to sleep in the nude. So did Casey in fact,
but she had worn a pair of Pyjamas for the first couple of days
that Ruth had shared her bedroom. She had been intensely interested
though, when Ruth had disrobed each night before bed.

The naked body of the woman had excited Casey for some reason.
Aunt Ruth was so beautiful, and, in the way of most young teenage
girls, she thought of herself as gawky and plain.

Ruth had taken several minutes after stripping to arrange her
clothes in the closets, and do other things before going to bed.
Casey had’nt known at the time that that was deliberate. After the
second day, she had decided that she too could sleep in the raw.

She had watched discretely as Ruth had stripped off and then
wandered around doing this and that. After Ruth had finally gotten
into bed, Casey had yawned and put her book down. She got up from
her desk and with careful nonchalance, had proceeded to take her
own clothes off.

The first two days she had changed in the bathroom. Tonight she
simply took her clothes off right by her bed, while Ruth pretended
to ignore her and examine a magazine.

Her entire body had tingled as she had gotten down to her
underwear. She had to force herself to unsnap her bra and pull it
off. She had chickened out at the last minute, and turned her back
to Ruth as she did it though.

She then slipped her bikini panties down her legs. When she had
bent over to slip them off, she had almost fallen down while
trying to keep her legs as tightly closed as possible.

She had placed them on her desk, her hands shaking slightly. She
fiddled with nothings at her desk, keeping her back turned to Ruth,
wondering if her Aunt was staring at her small, shapely buttocks,
then finally managed to get up the courage to turn around and move
to her bed.

Turning around exposed her front to Ruth, which sent her pulse
racing even higher. She had’nt been able to tell if the woman was
watching her, so intent was she on avoiding her Aunt’s eyes. She
had had to stop herself from racing to her bed and jumping in.
Instead she had casually walked to bed, pulled up the covers and
got in.

She had’nt of course known how flushed her skin was, nor how
much of a giveaway her stiffly erect nipples were to the older
woman.

Ruth had indeed taken very careful note of her niece’s nudity.
She watched from the side of her eyes as Casey had fiddled at her
desk. Her eyes opening wider and her head turning, when the girl
had leaned forward once, exposing her slight pink slit to view.

It had been almost like a game for Casey. To strip and show off
her body before bed. For several nights running, she too had found
a number of things to occupy her attention between undressing and
bed. She had gotten less inhibited and more bold each night.

One night she had stood before the full length mirror, her hands
behind her head, posing. She had brought her hands up behind her
head and leaned back slightly, causing her breasts to jut out.

Though it was hard for her to admit to herself, she felt she
looked just as good as the girl in the mens magazine she had seen
in this very same pose the other night. She had lifted the magazine
from the bottom of one of her Dad’s drawers, intrigued by the
pictures between the covers.

She batted her eyes at the mirror and pouted her lips in what
she thought was a vampish way. She heard the floorboards creek at
the same time as the voice spoke up. “MMmmmmmmmhhhh Sexyyyyyyy !”

She had jumped in surprise at the sound of Ruth’s voice, trying
to cover her nudity with all too thin arms and hands. Even as the
embarrassment at being found in this manner rose to flush her skin
red, her belly felt another kind of heat at Ruth’s sudden entry.

She tried to reach for a blanket, as Ruth sauntered towards her.
“Oh stop that ! I’ve seen you before remember !” Ruth snorted,
coming over beside her. “Stand up for your body girl ! Don’t cower
and hide as if it was something shameful you didn’t want anyone to
see !”

Self consciously, Casey had straightened up, pulling her arm
away from her chest and her hand off her pubic mound. Ruth was
standing beside her and she reached over and grabbed Casey’s
shoulder, pulling her up straighter.

“Well, kid ? What do you think of the ol’ bod ?” Think it’l
bring the boys running ?” Casey stammered a little, her face still
red. “I was just comparing myself to a pose I saw in one of my
Dad’s magazines.” She braced herself, straightening her shoulders
and throwing out her chest. She turned and faced Ruth.

“What do you think Aunt Ruth ?” Do you think i’m pretty?” Ruth
had looked at her with a strange expression. “Are you kidding ?
god, I should look half as good as you.”

Casey stared at her in disbelief. “Come on Aunt Ruth ! You’re
way prettier than me !”

“Ha !”

“You are !”

“Oh I’m Okay .”

“I wish I had a body like yours.”

“Look Casey. You have a terrific body and a gorgeous face. What
more could you want ?”

“You don’t think I’m too skinny ?” she asked, turning toward the
mirror again. Ruth rolled her eyes and then pulled the t-shirt
nightie she was wearing up and off.

She was sleek and naked underneath. Casey made as if to step
back, but Ruth put her arm around her and drew her close beside her
before the mirror. Almost against her will, Casey’s eyes went to
the mirror and looked admiringly at the older woman’s body.

She noted again, the high firmness of her aunt’s breasts, and
the delicate, graceful tapering of her legs. Her breasts were
larger than Casey’s and her hips were a touch wider, but who was
perfect ?”

Ruth had pulled her in front of herself and brought her arms
around her waist. What is wrong with this?” she demanded. Suddenly
her hands slid up and cupped Casey’s young breasts in her hands.
Whats wrong with these ?” Casey was startled by the intimate
contact. Her Aunt’s fingers held firmly to the incredibly tender
skin on her breasts.

For the first time, she became aware of Ruth’s own breasts,
pressing firmly into her back. She felt the slight ticklishness of
Ruth’s pubic hair touching her buttocks. Involuntarily, her breasts
began to swell and her nipples to harden. Ruth noticed right away.

“Aha ! Now you see the way to make them even better looking !”
she laughed. Casey drew in her breath suddenly as Ruth gently, but
firmly squeezed both her breasts several times. Her face turned
crimson again, and she tried to pull away from the close embrace.

Her movements though, were suddenly shaky and weak. She felt
like her pubic hair was stiffening and crackling with electricity,
bringing an itch to her pussy. Then she felt Ruth’s lips on the
side of her neck where it joined her shoulders. Ruth bit softly at
the flesh, sucking it into her mouth, and Casey could not supress
a moan of intense excitement and pleasure.

Ruth’s body was aroused also, and Casey could feel the stiff
nipples, like two sharp points, pressing into her skin. Ruth
kneaded and squeezed her breasts, tweaking and pinching the now
hard little nipples. Abruptly she was swung around to face her
Aunt.

She looked deep into those stunning green eyes, noting with
alarm, the intensety of desire in them for her. Then Ruth leaned
forward, kissing Casey’s lips gently, then more forcefully. Casey
felt her Aunt’s tongue slip past her lips and join her own tongue,
slipping and sliding over it as their lips mashed together.

Casey had been stunned by the sudden acts. Her mind was dizzy
from the sensations Ruth was bringing out from her breasts, and the
deep hot feeling that was burning in her belly. She didn’t know
what to do. She knew virtually nothing about sex. She had heard of
girls doing it together, but couldn’t imagine how.

She had done nothing to resist as her Aunt caressed the skin of
her back with her soft fingers, then slid them further down, and
cupped her buttocks firmly. She felt the sensitive skin come alive
under her Aunt’s gentle fondling, then gasped as Ruth’s hand rubbed
deep into the cleavage between her ass cheeks and down between her
legs to cup her pubic mound.

She tried to protest weakly, but Ruth’s mouth was over her own.
The hand shot a burst of hot fire up into her belly, and Casey
unconsciously pushed back against it, seeking more. Ruth slid her
hand up and down her ass crack, travelling deep between her legs on
the downward journey, and rubbing over her tender hot slit.

Casey could feel Ruth’s tits crushing her own, the nipples of
the older woman rubbing against her own erect buds. The fire in her
belly roared higher and higher, sending waves of pleasure roaring
through her brain, and making her vision blur with multi colored
lights.

She leaned back against the edge of a bureau, and Ruth suddenly
dropped to her knees in front of her. She forced Casey’s shaky legs
apart and pushed her face up against the soft furry mound of her
pubis.

Casey moaned, as Ruth brought her tongue up onto the skin of her
groin, licking up alongside her cunt slit. Ruth ran her tongue all
around the slit over and over, and then suddenly, she shot it right
into the middle of the slick oily cunt slit.

“UUUUUHHHNNNNGGGGHHHHH !!”

Casey grabbed Ruth’s head in both hands for support as her body
arched backwards. Her pelvis thrust forward, humping against her
Aunt’s face as thumping, throbbing waves of orgasm shot through her
body. She shuddered under the impact and would have fallen if not
for Ruth’s hands firm hold on her thighs. Ruth brought her tongue
against her clit and licked against it, drawing a shaken sigh from
Casey.

Over and over, Casey gasped with pleasure as her Aunt’s tongue
slid across the delicate fold of flesh. Casey shivered and swayed
helplessly as a powerful buildup of sexual tension began to churn
through her body.

When Ruth had grabbed her clit between her lips and sucked
tightly, furiously, Casey had jerked and shivered through an even
higher orgasm. She had thrown back her head and grunted mindlessly
as she came over and over again.

Then she remembered sliding down to the rug, her legs collapsing
and folding under her. She found she was on top of Ruth, her weak
body splayed over the woman. Ruth held her head between her hands
and raised it up, staring into her astonished eyes.

She had brought Casey’s face down to her own and they had kissed
deeply. Casey had emulated her by running her own tongue into
Ruth’s mouth. When Ruth had pushed Casey downward, she had kissed
and licked at her Aunt’s neck, shoulders, and then dropped her
mouth to suckle and chew on the woman’s breasts and nipples.

She bit and sucked and licked desperately at the hardened pebbly
nipples, wanting to return the pleasure to her Aunt that she had
received. Ruth grabbed her hand and brought it down to the soft
fold of brown hair between her legs.

Casey slid her hand over the pubic hair and over the delicate
erect clitty. She rubbed up and down on her Aunt’s cunt, drawing
sighs and gasps from Ruth. She could feel the slick slit outlined
beneath the damp hair and ran a finger along the crack.

She pushed against the opening and her finger slid softly into
Ruth’s body. She could feel the soft tight walls of Ruth’s vagina
gripping her finger as she pushed it deeper. When her knuckles were
flat against the lips, she wiggled her finger around in the tight
tunnel, marvelling at the strange feeling it aroused in her.

She slid the finger out and then pushed two, then three into the
crack. She began pumping the fingers in and out of Ruth’s slit,
making sure to rub against the clit at each stroke. Ruth was
shoving her groin up to meet each downstroke and making soft
whimpering noises underneath her.

Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her lids were almost
shut. “OH GOD ! OOHH YESSS! OOO OOH OOOOOOOGHHH UUUUUUNNH! C…
Caseyeee !!!” Ruth was shaking in orgasm, her body humping against
Casey’s fingers.

She grabbed Casey and pulled her to the rug, rolling on top. The
two kissed deeply, running their hands over each other’s bodies,
both awash in the sensations of lovemaking. Ruth slid down her
body, her hands fixed firmly on her sweating pulsating breasts, and
then pushed her face into her groin.

She sucked and bit on the clit as her hands pawed Casey’s tits.
In seconds she had brought Casey to another immense orgasm that
send her into writhing spasms of uncontrollable contortions. She
turned Casey over onto her belly, then pulled her up to her knees.

Casey had been almost completely unaware of what was going on,
and too weak to resist. Her face was flat on the floor, all but
covered in stringy sweaty hair. Ruth had pulled her up into her lap
and slid her hand down over her upturned ass cheeks and into her
tight wet crotch.

Casey had felt her palm squeezing her hot slit for a second, and
then Aunt Ruth’s middle finger had slid up into her drooling pussy
hole. Casey moaned as the finger sliced apart the walls of her
virgin cunt slit and pushed deep into her body.

Ruth began fucking her, adding two more fingers and sliding them
in and out of the oily hole. Casey had cried for her to stop, dazed
by the bolts of heat and fire that shot into her brain each time
Ruth rammed her fingers into her groin, and hurting form the strain
of the digits embedded in her tight cunt.

The fingers had alternated their speed, first sliding the
fingers slowly in and out of the entrance, not going deep, the
pumping the digits in and out rapidly, and deeply, jerking Casey’s
body back and forth as she reacted to the stimuli.

Casey came again, the climax sending the blood pounding into her
head, driving all coherent thought from her as she rode the
sensations. Her ass rammed back against her Aunt’s plunging fingers
trying to force more and more of them into her cunthole. Ruth had
suddenly dropped her and ran over to the corner, leaving her
humping and whimpering on the rug.

Her groin twitched and tingled as her climax began to subside.
Ruth jumped down onto the floor next to her again. Casey had looked
up dazedly to see her Aunt strapping on some kind of a strange
panty set, wondering at the long thick thing that stood straight
out from the middle of her crotch.

She rolled Casey over onto her back, and pulled her legs up into
the air, pushing them back and folding them against Casey’s chest.
Casey did not resist as she felt herself bent forcefully, her back
arched as her ankles were forced backwards to her head by Ruth’s
insistent pressure. Ruth positioned herself in front of Casey’s
upthrust ass cheeks and positioned the fat thing at the entrance
of Casey’s slit.

She began to put pressure on the tightly closed slit. The
rounded head of the instrument forced the slick pubic lips back
further and further. Casey remembered how she groaned as the pain
mounted and she tried weakly to jerk away from it, not really even
knowing what was happening. Ruth had kept up a continuous pressure,
forcing the thing down into Casey’s body.

Casey had watched almost fascinated as inch after inch
disappeared into the tight, sucking depths of her oily pink cunt.
Casey shuddered against her Aunt, jerking and twitching as inch
after inch slid into her guts. She felt a sudden sharp pain from
within herself, and her arms and hands flailed around uselessly,
slapping at the carpet.

At last, she felt the touch of Ruth’s pubic hairs on her own
crotch and knew she had forced the whole thing down into her body.
Slowly Ruth began to pull her hips back, pulling the cock thin up
out of the depths of Casey’s crotch hole. She could see her cunt
lips pulled outward and clutching tightly at the thing as it slid
out.

When only the head was still inside, Ruth pushed her legs out
and let her whole weight drop down onto Casey. Casey gasped and
cried out in pain as the monster thing rammed down into her belly.

Ruth began to pump her hips in and out. slowly at first, then
picking up speed. She used long deep strokes. fucking Casey
brutally. Casey’s ankles were up on her shoulders and she could
feel them slapping up and down as they bounced with the impact of
Ruth’s harsh fucking.

Casey threw her head back, making gargling moans and grunts. She
had never experienced feelings and sensations like this before. Her
guts felt like they were torn apart inside her and her cunt felt
split open. She had this tremendous feeling of FULLNESS each time
Ruth sank that thing down into her.

She could feel her cunt walls surrounding and gripping the
fucking tube, and her mind was drowned in successive bursts of
fiery crackling sex heat. Her whole groin felt swollen and pulpy
from the fucking. She came again, and again, and again.

Ruth pulled the thing out, and Casey rolled shuddering onto her
belly, her hands trying to go down to her groin. She felt her belly
pulled up by her Aunt, and her knees pushed under, supporting her
ass in the air. Ruth was behind her, and then she felt the thing
thrusting back inside her cunt.

Casey groaned and shuddered once more. Her face rubbed back and
forth on the rug as her Aunt fucked her cunt from behind. Ruth
grabbed her hips and began pulling her ass back against the thing
as she thrust forward.

She rode a dazed helpless Casey to another climax. She leaned
forward and clutched Casey’s breasts where they were rubbing on the
carpet. She squeezed them unmercifully as she came with a
tremendous bang, ramming the thing far up into Casey’s cunthole and
sending her into another gasping shuddering climx.

Casey lay soaking in the shower, thinking of that beautiful
experience with her Aunt. She had been trying to forget it for the
last year, trying to pretend she hadn’t had such a powerful, and
perverted sexual experience with a woman. But now, she was forced
to admit her own sickness.

Even being raped, her body had responded to the other girls so
easily, so completely, that she wondered if she wasn’t doomed to a
life of lesbianism. She discounted her thoughts about boys in light
of her bodies obvious inclinations in the other direction.

What would happen, she wondered, when the Corps found out about
her? She went back to her bunk in a state of misery and fear. 

BBw Story

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

THE “FORTY PLUS” CLUB

Morgan loved the feel of Patti’s big, beautiful rotating,
pumping ass cheeks in his hands as he pulled her to him. He
opened his mouth wide to give Patti a great big lick with the
flat of his long, wet tongue from the bottom of her dripping
pussy all the way to the top!

Patti gave an involuntary body flinch at the incredible
feeling of Morgan’s tongue flat-licking her hot cunt! Her hands,
clasped tightly together behind the pillows behind Morgan’s head,
and arms, pulled Morgan’s face tight against her luscious pussy
as Morgan continued giving her long wet licks along the outer
lips of her pussy! He loved the aroma of her and he couldn’t get
enough of her as he alternated between flat licks and stabbing
the tip of his tongue a couple of inches inside of her, swabbing
the contracting wet walls of her cunt!
(more…)

adult porn rocks

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

here you will find different kind on free porn you may like
Cartoon Sex Links //
Fat Ass Sex //
Footjob Central

Fine Mornign Erotic Story

Monday, August 14th, 2006

One Fine Morning
An Erotic Story

I woke up this morning snuggled up next to my daughter, with
my penis still tucked up inside her. Karen likes to sleep with
me inside her, and have my sperm warming her vagina, while she
sleeps. I ran my hand over her swollen breast, and down to her
distended tummy. As I rested my hand on the swell of her belly,
I felt a bulge ripple next to my hand, and then a distinct kick.
This must have woke Karen up.
“He’s sure active this morning,” she said, referring to our
son growing inside her. “Why don’t we give him a sister or two
to play with?” This was a standard joke between the two of us,
as though I could get her doubly pregnant by squirting more sperm
inside her, to join that which had already knocked her up.
I was agreeable; so within 10 minutes, I had set another big
helping of my sperm into my little girl’s vagina to join that
from the previous night, as she climaxed noisily. Afterwards,
Karen took the diaphragm from the bedside, and used it to keep my
sperm inside her “where it belonged.” Karen still liked to feel
my sperm inside her, even if she was already pregnant, and it
couldn’t get to her waiting eggs any more.
Smiling at each other, we both got dressed. She to go to
school, and me for work. Karen’s tight pants, and short little
T-shirt with the “Under Construction” sign, and the big bold
arrow pointing down to her obscenely bulging bare midriff,
proclaimed to the world, that she was NOT fat, only pregnant, and
proud of it. The school authorities had given up on trying to
curtail the female students blatant displays of sexuality, and
pregnancy, as each one tried to outdo the other in showing off
just how pregnant they were, or if they weren’t, how ready they
were to get that way. They had finally drawn the line, when one
of Karen’s classmates who was about 9 months gone, tried to wear
a bikini to school. Compared to THAT, Karen’s attire was almost
modest, and the lettering on her shirt was mild, compared to
those I’d seen on some of her fellow students, like: “Little
Brother’s Little Sister” and “Mama’s Helper” and even “Daddy’s
Baby” with an arrow pointing down, and “Big Brother’s Little
Girl” with a similar arrow pointing to an obviously bulging
belly.
After we finished dressing, I was whistling with
satisfaction. Karen did wonders to keep me happy.
I looked in the children’s bedroom, to make sure the other
two got up in time. I needn’t have worried. They were both
awake, and up, though not dressed yet. My son Jason was jacking
off in his little sister Judy. He was between her legs, stroking
his cock, as he pushed the head of his penis up inside the little
girl’s tight little slit. It was quite stimulating; so I stopped
to watch, to be sure he did it right. He didn’t put his cock all
the way up inside the little girl, as she was too small yet, but
he seemed to enjoy having just the head of his penis inside her,
while he stroked himself to a climax.
(more…)

Adult Porn Reviews

Sunday, August 6th, 2006

Whats is the term porn review?
Of course you know what regular review is..
Its exacly the same but we will review origunal pay membership porn sites..
There ARE TONS of porn sites around there.. there are many with high price and extremely cheap ones…
Its up to you to decied where to join.. but no matter where you go.. it would be wiser to read the review before you go.
So this is why we online.
Enjoy hottest porn reviews on sexy pay porn site. We will start our review from cheap ($1.85 for 3 day accees sites)