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The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like
they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your
faults - I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow
paper with the blue and red lines for Pete’s sake - and you tell her to go to
hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her
front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at
your old friend Fred’s the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes
and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers,
has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little
green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie.
Like a damn fool you didn’t get her phone number.
On the way home you drop by Fred’s place. Fred looks like a large bear.
His house looks like where you’d expect a large bear to live. Stringy
furniture. Not very much light. Books everywhere. Longnecks empty of home
brew. Peanut shells on the floor (or are they acorn hulls?) Fred must have one
of every computer Apple ever made. He does something with cars and computers
for a living. You and Fred pop a couple of home brews. They say PHREDZ BIG
BEAR BRAU in sort of fake German leters, done with a computer. You never
forget your first Phredz. If you survive it, anyhow. “Yeah, Laurie’s something
else. Teaches high school. Phone number.” He does something with a computer
and her name and address and phone number eventually pop up on a screen.
While the computer disks whir, your mind wanders back to Fred’s party the
other night. Fred loves to roll back the peanut shells and turn on the old
time rock and roll. You boogied with Laurie and watched her feet move in those
little green shoes that looked like slippers. She wore a soft purple sweater
and when her huge boobs bounced to the music her big nipples showed right
through her bra and poked the backs of your hands. The skinny girl glared. The
backs of your hands are still burning. The computer prints out Laurie’s
address and phone number. You gulp down the rest of the longneck. You go home
and call Laurie. You feel like a high school kid. Even her voice has big
boobs. Sure she’d like to have dinner at your place tomorrow evening. Her
voice bounces “bye” and you put the phone down not quite believing it. You’ve
got a date with Laurie. You fall into bed worn out. Suddenly your dick’s as
hard as the nozzle on a fire hose. You think about those crazy nipples on the
backs of your hands and you cry out “Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” when you cum.
That’s all you remember.
The next day after work you pick up a couple of steaks and go home and
vacuum a little and throw away the newspapers and take a shower and do all the
other shit you do when you’re having a girl over to dinner. Phredz doesn’t
seem to quite set the mood you want, so you open a bottle of red wine to go
with the steaks At 6:30 the doorbell rings and there’s Laurie. Her big smile
and those incredible green eyes seem to light up your whole apartment, but
what you notice most is her cleavage peeking out of a scoop-neck white blouse.
She looks at where you’re looking and you see her blush a little. Her big ass
bulges under her purple skirt. You stumble out “Hi! C’mon in” and she walks
into your apartment, her big eyes bright. You talk about a lot of things while
you grill the steaks and get dinner on the table, about her school and how
much she cares about the kids. You can’t take your eyes off her, her big
laughing green eyes, her huge boobs riding up when she lifts her fork. She’s
fun to talk to. As for dinner, you could be eating oatmeal for all you notice.
Maybe she feels the same way. After dinner you put some music on the stereo
and sit down on the couch and talk some more. You feel her big butt move
closer to you on the couch and you know what to do. You fold your arms around
her and kiss those big luscious lips. Her tongue is soft and just a little bit
rough. She smells like a girl. You touch the bare tops of her breasts and she
gently pushes your hand away. You hold her and kiss her a little while longer
and then tell her you want to make love with her and gently guide her to your
bedroom.
You turn on the lamp by your bed, and she turns it off again. “I’m just
not ready for you to look at me yet. Not tonight. Maybe sometime.” In the
dark, you both slip out of your clothes. You open several snaps on her bra and
her huge boobs flop out into your hands and both of you fall onto your water
bed together. You kiss her mouth again and then your lips move to one of her
luscious nipples. It fills your mouth all warm and nubbiny. One hand moves
down over her back and over the shelf-like top of her enormous butt. Your
other hand glides over the gentle curve of her tummy, to her big hairy
pussy-mound. She presses even closer to you as you kiss her mouth again. Your
finger gently spreads her fat pussy lips, wet and luscious. Buried deep inside
them you find her clit, hard and nubby in the soft fat cunt lips. Your fingers
gently close around its protruding tip, then your middle finger slides down to
rub it. She moves her big butt gently in your hand. Her huge boobs press
against you. “You’re so lovely, Laurie. I wish I could see all of you,” you
whisper. “Soon”, she murmurs. “Put your dick in my pussy now. Don’t cum inside
me tonight, I’m not ready.”
Your cock’s hard as a poker. You mount her big body, slipping one hand
under her luscious butt while your other hand guides your cock tip through the
enormous cunt lips, all flooded now with warm wet pussy juice. Your first fuck
thrust gives her all you’ve got, and she moves that big butt to meet it. Her
big body blends into the water bed mattress, until it feels like you’re
fucking a whole world of big luscious woman. Her enormous boobs push against
your chest. She murmurs “Suck my titties” and you pick up a fat flopper and
take its hard nipple into your mouth. She mvoes her butt even more and starts
making cumming noises. You keep up the fuck thrusts and she keeps cumming. Her
tight pussy squeezes and sucks at your dick, and you know that your dick isn’t
going to take no for an answer for very much longer.
“Let me suck you off now,” she says, and you slip out. Somehow she
rearranges herself so your hands can reach her boobs, and she daintily opens
her mouth around your love banana. She knows right where the tip of her tongue
will do the most good, and you know there’s no more holding back. You cry out
“Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” and pour out your salty fuck juice onto her teasing
tongue. She keeps on teasing as she sucks out every drop. You embrace her and
hold her big body close, totally exhausted, folding her into your arms,
sandwiching your body in between her soft warm body and the soft warm water
bed. You just want to lie like that and sleep with her forever.
She breaks the spell. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got an awful day tomorrow.
I’ve just gotta get home and get some sleep. You just sleep. Call me
tomorrow.” You hold her and kiss her once more and then she’s gone. Laurie.
Somehow you get through the next day. Your head’s spinning around those
enormous boobs. As soon as you know she’s home from school you call her.
There’s that incredible warm voice. “T.G.I.F.,” she chuckles. “Let’s meet at
the flea market tomorrow. I’m looking for a toaster oven. Meet me around 9
where that old Chicano man sells vegetables. You know Isidro.” The Spanish
name rolls off her sweet tongue.
It’s already hot and dusty at the flea market when you get there. You
check out Sam who sells old books and magazines. You buy a couple of old
numbers of one of those magazines about really BIG girls he’s put aside for
you, but this morning Mary Waters does about as much for you as Meryl Streep.
The flea market is the best place in town to go look at girls, particularly
big girls, but this morning there’s only one girl you want to look at. You
head for the cool north corner where they sell fruit and vegetables. and
that’s where you find Laurie, chattering away in Spanish with the old
vegetable man.
When you see Laurie, you about drop what you’re carrying, and your teeth
as well. All she’s wearing up top is a pale lavender cotton T-shirt with
“Perfection” in a slanting script across the front. She’s the biggest girl
you’ve ever seen go braless. The T-shirt is almost horizontal above her huge
boobs, and then hangs vertical from her erect nipples, forgetting to go back
and wrap around her waist like you’d think a respectable T-shirt would want to
do. Her dark areolae show through the T-shirt, even their little nubbiny bumps
visible through the thin fabric. Below, she’s wearing cut-off blue jeans,
with a faded designer label from one of those places that makes blue jeans
that fit women with BIG asses. Laurie’s ass doesn’t quite fit the cut, but
bulges out below the raveled edge of the blue jeans to reveal its edge next to
her big soft thigh. She chuckles “Hi” and gives you a big hug. Old Isidro is
lucky he isn’t killed by a flying zipper. You see him chuckle too, his old
eyes crinkling. “Isidro’s got the first Texas canteloupes of the season,” she
tells you as you snuggle into her enormous melons. “I’ve known Isidro for
years. His father and my grandmother went to school together on el West
Side.” You look a little puzzled. “My grandmother’s an old Canary Islander
from San Antonio. That’s where I get my big green eyes.” You ask her where
she gets her Texas canteloupes and she chuckles “from Isidro” and keeps
laughing until her huge boobs jiggle in the glaring sun. You think you may
just quietly go crazy.
You take her hand and start walking along one of the dusty paths between
the tables and tailgates. You let a fingertip trace the path between the edge
of her butt and the edge of her thigh and she murmurs “mmmm”.
She sees a high school age kid and yells “Hi, Jimmy!”
“Hey, Miss Laurie, look what I found.” He shows her a worn old poetry
book. She leafs through it and finds a poem.
“They flee from me that sometime did me seek.” The 400 year old words
come to life in her soft dark voice. You can see that Jimmy’s looking at her
nipples. You see his dick bulge in his shorts. As she reads, first she looks
at Jimmy, but now you can see her looking at you.
“When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall
And she me caught in her arms long and small
Therefore all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, Dear heart, how like you this?”
Her big green eyes meet yours. You like it a lot, is how you like it.
“Jimmy’s one of my real successes. When he started in my English class,
he could just about read at sixth grade level. Now he’s reading everything he
can get his hands on.”
“I’ll bet he never took his eyes off your big boobs the whole year.”
“He never took his eyes off the book.” She tries to look very proper, and
almost succeeds. “C’mon, I’ve gotta get this lettuce home. Follow me in your
car. I’m parked back of Isidro’s place.” She gives your hand a quick squeeze.
You follow her to her little white house. The sun’s bright. Spring
flowers bloom in the flower beds. The lawn needs mowing.
You walk behind her into the house and into the kitchen, enchanted by her
huge butt. She stows the vegetables in the refrigerator. As she turns around,
you gather her into your arms for a long kiss on her luscious mouth. Then you
do what you were aching to do at the flea market, lift up that T-shirt, take
one of her huge breasts in both hands, and start sucking. She holds you tight
in her cool heavy arms. Her skin is sweaty and a little bit gritty from the
dust of the flea market. You’re crazy to fuck her. You can tell by the way she
moves her hips against you that she’s crazy to fuck too. You both move off to
the bedroom. Sunlight streams through the windows onto the floral-print
bedspread. You slip the T-shirt over her head, and she gets out of the cut-off
blue jeans and you both land on the queen-size bed.
You just can’t believe how big her boobs are. They make Texas canteloupes
look like, well, like skinny girls. Your fingertips graze over pale white
stretch marks, smooth and fibrous as some exotic leather, that begin just
below her neck and reach down almost to her areolae. Her nipples are dark,
hard, almost half an inch tall. You take one of them in your mouth, trying to
suck in the pale brown areola, but your mouth can’t take it all in, so you let
your fingertips caress its smooth, slightly bumpy edge. With both hands you
try to hold the huge udder to your mouth, but they don’t begin to reach around
it. You let go with one hand to try to hold the other breast, your fingertips
closing around the erect nipple. She makes yumming noises.
After a while your hand slips down her smooth, slightly bulging tummy to
the soft hairy pussy-mound. You caress it until your finger slips into the
soft smooth pussy lips, thicker and fatter than you ever dreamed pussy lips
could be. Your fingertips meet around the bulging clit, then your middle
finger starts to run along its shaft. You keep sucking the huge luscious
nipple. You’d like to move to the other boob but it’s all just too big. “Eat
me,” she murmurs.
You go down on her and spread her huge soft thighs. Sunlight streams onto
her luscious pussy as you spread it with your hands. You see her inner pussy
lips, like soft fleshy pink rose petals, as your tongue meets the protruding
clit tip between them and your lips meet around it. Your hands reach up to
grasp her swollen breasts. “Eat me deep,” she gasps, and you plunge your
tongue deep along the shaft of her big clit. “Put your fingers inside me.” You
put two fingers inside her flowing pussy. She starts to move deep inside,
incredibly tight around your fingers. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she screams,
moving tighter and faster. “Fuck me now! Fuck me NOW!”
You climb on top of her big body and drive your cock all the way in with
one huge fuck thrust. Her cunt grips your cock so tight it almost hurts. She
moves her enormous butt in time with your fuck thrusts and screams “fuck me!
Oh, fuck me!” Her nails claw your back as she cums once more, then relaxes.
“I wanna be on top now.” You slip out of her and roll over on your back,
your cock still rock-hard, and she sits down on your hips and fucks herself
down onto your cock. She leans forward so her long brown hair falls over your
face like a curtain that hides both of you from the whole outside world. Her
mammoth mammaries, swollen still bigger with her crazy lust, hang into your
waiting hands. She starts to move that wonderful butt of hers up and down. You
start sucking one of her big nipples and she cums again, bucking and pitching.
Finally you can’t stand it any longer.
“I’m gonna turn you over and fuck your fat cunt again and cum inside
you.”
“Oh yeah, I wanna cum when you do.” Once again you get on top and start
to move. You cry out “Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie” as your boiling hot fuck juice
pours out inside her. She keeps moving her big butt and screams. You collapse
onto her, and both of you lie motionless and exhausted for long minutes.
Finally you roll off and take her in your arms and you both sleep.
When you wake up, her lovely round face is beside you on the pillow, her
enormous boobs pressing against your chest. All you feel like saying is
“Laurie, you’re so lovely, you’re so big, you’re so wonderful.”
“You were so good to me with your big loving cock.”
“You’re so lovely. Why wouldn’t you let me look at you naked before?”
“I’m always afraid the first time. Guys have given me so much shit
aboutIabout how fat I am, what a pretty face I have and how pretty I’d be if I
weren’t so fat. One guy even said I needed a boob job.” Tears begin to well up
in her eyes.
“I can’t believe it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” You
aren’t bullshitting her when you say it. “What made you decide to trust me?”
“At the flea market, when you ran your fingertip along the bottom of my
butt. I figured any guy who’d do that in the flea market must be turned on by
me just like I am.”
You tell her you’ve been hurt too. You tell her about the skinny girl and
the list of your faults. The tears are gone as she about rolls off the bed
laughing. “I know who you’re talking about. I’ve heard that same story about
her from two of my girl friends. That’s what you get for running around with
skinny girls.” The way she drags out the word skinny, it sounds like something
nice people don’t do.
She slips out of bed and goes to the refrigerator for a couple of beers.
You swallow the insipid supermarket brew and make a mental note to bring her a
six pack of Phredz. She slips on a terry cloth bathrobe - purple of course -
that doesn’t begin to come to terms with her enormous cleavage. You sit down
together on the couch. On the end table there’s a picture of a young guy, a
Green Beret. He has the same round face and bright green eyes Laurie does. “My
kid brother,” she explains. “He’s off somewhere in Central America.” She looks
thoughtful. “My brothers and I, we’ve all got minds of our own.”
Two thoughts run through what’s left of your brain.
You’d kick every Communist ass in El Ropo with that guy.

And you’d sure like to have a kid with those big green eyes.

Part 1

Betty and I both work for the same firm. She works in
another building, so we never really met until the company pic-
nic. The heat was almost unbearable, the sun was bearing down
and the humidity was high. The volleyball teams were chosen and
Betty ended up next to me. After losing the first game, our team
went straight to the beer cooler, everyone was dripping sweat. I
grabbed two brews, handed one to Betty, and asked her to join me
under a tree. We started talking and immediately hit if off. It
was so hot that it took three more beers each to cool us down.
Pretty soon it was time for another game. Most of the team was
half-crocked, and we played even worse then before. A good
volley was going on, everyone was scampering around the court.
The ball came directly towards me, I raised my arms and prepared
to set it up. As the ball touched my hands, Betty ran full force
into me, knocking me over. Unfortunately, my glasses fell off
and she landed on them, bending the frames and popping the lenses
out. Betty was unscathed, and she apologized profusely.
We left the game, sat down with a couple of beers, and I
tried to fix my glasses to no avail. Since I couldn’t drive my
car home, Betty offered to drive me home in my car. I accepted.
We left immediately. On the way home, Betty apologized again.
She said that when she was growing up, this kind of misbehaving
earned her a lot of spanking. Then she told me how she received
a bare-bottom spanking the first time she came home after drink-
ing. I told her she deserved one for drinking today. She
agreed. Maybe it was the beer and the heat, but my normal shy-
ness disappeared and I said I would be glad to administer it. To
my surprise she answered, “OK, I really deserve it.”
When we enter my home, I grabbed Betty’s arm and escorted
her to the edge of the bed. I told her to sit there while I
looked for my glasses. She got up and asked where the bathroom
was, saying that the five beers were exploding her bladder. I
said her lack of self-control had gotten her into enough trouble
for one day, she would have to learn obedience. I pushed her
back on the bed, found my glasses, and returned to the bed. I
sat on the edge of the bed and told Betty to kneel down, placing
her bottom over my lap. She obeyed, and then I pulled her shorts
down to her ankles. She was wearing white cotton panties, the
crack showed the wetness from her sweating. I pulled her panties
down to join her shorts. I took one arm and placed it across her
back, pushing her down harder on my lap. Betty said the pressure
on her bladder was extreme and pleaded to use the bathroom. I
told her that the punishment must be administered first. Her
cheeks were partially flushed from the heat, a musky, sweaty odor
arose from between her legs. I flattened my hand and brought it
down hard against her buttocks. Betty winced as her cheeks
turned pink. My hand raised up and came down several more times.
As the stinging pain increased, she squirmed around on my lap and
her legs spread apart as far as her shorts & panties would allow.
I stared at her beautiful anus, a new odor reached my nostrils
and made my penis strain against my shorts.
I slapped all over her buttocks, and once my hand landed
smack in her crack and hit sensitive parts. Betty yelped with
pain. A few seconds later I felt wetness in my lap. I moved my
hand between her legs to investigate and brought it to my face.
My tongue and nostrils were assaulted by Betty’s sweaty, musky
juices and warm salty beer. Beer? No, this was piss! I started
to get pissed off but couldn’t - I was already pissed on. I ran
my hand between Betty’s legs again to verify and it came away
soaked. I rubbed the piss onto her sore pink buttocks. I
spanked her a few more times, slapping the wet spots. She tensed
as the liquid burned the skin. The tears from her eyes told of
the intense pain and Betty squirmed around even more. I pressed
her down harder against my lap. Once again my hand missed her
buttocks and landed between her legs. I kept it there, she let
out a low moan, tensed up, and I felt my hand get covered with a
large squirt of piss. I quickly splashed as much as possible
over her buttocks and thighs, slapping constantly. She cried out
about how much it stung, but there was a lot of spanking left. I
told Betty that her lack of control was extending the punishment.

Part 2

After each slap I stuck my hand deep between Betty’s legs
to check for more piss, but herself-control improved. So I
rewarded her with a clit massage and felt new moisture oozing out
of her vagina. As I spread this moisture back over her anus she
let out a low moan and ground around on my lap.
I repeated this slap, check for piss, reward pattern.
Since no piss appeared, the clit massage lasted a little longer
after each slap, her squirming became more rhythmic each time. I
took the arm holding Betty down and used it to spank, while my
other hand concentrated on massaging her clit. Suddenly Betty
started convulsing all over my lap and breathed heavily. At the
peak of her orgasm she emitted a loud scream. I few seconds
later she emitted a large stream. Piss splattered off my hand
and I felt it all over my lap. I spread as much as possible over
her sore red buttocks and administer a few final slaps. My
slapping hand then rubbed the rest of the piss into her crack,
concentrating on the area around her anus and teasing at the
center of it. When I got to her clit, she start convulsing
violently again and had another orgasm.
Since her punishment began with shorts on, courtesy
demanded it end the same way. I stood Betty up with her back
towards me and knelt down behind her. I saw her labia hair
glisten with drops of piss and lubricant. A rivulet of piss
started running down one thigh towards her ankles. To protect
the carpet, I quickly bent down and caught it with my tongue. It
tasted just like the beer, but tangy and salty. I licked my way
up the wet path to her butt. I licked her cheeks clean, my
saliva eased the burning, and the redness started to disappear.
I pulled her cheeks apart and licked the moisture from between
them. The smell of her anus combined with her sweat, juices and
piss was wonderful, I inhaled deeply through my nose. As my
tongue ran over her anus, she let out a long groan of pleasure.
I told Betty to turn around so I could finish the cleanup. The
sight of her juices and piss glistening on pubic hairs was an
overpowering aphrodisiac. I pushed her legs further apart and
used my hands to spread her labia. Her crotch was beautiful when
fully exposed. I wanted to hug her pubic region with my face in
her hair, so I put my arms around her waist and squeezed. She
moaned “No!” What was that funny sound near her feet? I moved
my head back and saw a big wet patch on the carpet! Betty hadn’t
learned her discipline lesson well enough. She begged to go to
the bathroom, but I made her run to the kitchen and get carpet
cleaner and paper towels. I told her to get down on the floor
and clean up her piss without adding more. She did this obedi-
ently and correctly.
I then lay down on the bed and told her to remove her
shirt and support. I had her remove my wet shorts. My penis was
hard and the tip had a lot of ooze on it. I had Betty squat
between my legs. One hand grabbed my penis and the other my
balls. Betty took a deep breath and whispered about how good my
crotch smelled. She licked the ooze off the tip of my penis.
Her lips encircled the head of my penis, then moved down the
shaft, and sucked when they moved back out. It only took a few
minutes of this until I was ready to orgasm. Betty had been so
bad I decided she didn’t deserve another orgasm. I grabbed onto
her head to guide it up and down. Her fingers gently kneaded my
balls. The other hand wandered down my crack and found my anus.
Just as Betty started running her fingers around it and pressing
on the flesh between it and my balls, I started to come. She
sucked even harder on my penis, and I donated a few million
sperms cells to her daily protein requirement. I grabbed Betty’s
head and pulled it up to my face. We kissed for the first time,
Betty pushed my juices into my mouth and splashed them around
with her tongue. The salty, beer taste was very different yet
strangely similar.
I was so tired I couldn’t stay awake, so I grabbed Betty
and fell asleep as she lay on my chest. Did I ever awake to a
surprise…

My bladder was so full my “piss-hardon” ached. I tried
to get up, but didn’t get very far! Betty had tied my arms and
legs to the bed. My movements awoke her, and she smiled very
knowingly and wickedly at me. Before I could untie the knots,
she pulled on the ropes holding my arms with her body weight and
tightened them until I was spread-eagled on my back. She then
tightened the leg ropes, leaving just enough slack for me to bend
my knees. I didn’t have any rope at home, I thought, does she
take rope everywhere she goes? As I struggled my penis deflated.
I told her I really needed to piss. Betty took a rubber band and
spread it around the base of my penis, then gently played with
the head until it was hard again. She said, “That’ll keep you
from pissing.” I couldn’t release either the ropes or my blad-
der. I needed relief fast. I said, “Mistress, what must I
endure and what must I do for you to earn the right to piss?”

Part 3

Betty hmmm’ed and smiled and got up from the bed. She
ran to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. She
opened it and drank about half. She then poured the rest into
my mouth, except for one swallow. She sat down between my legs,
bending and spreading them, exposing everything from my balls
down. Betty stuck her middle finger in her mouth and covered it
with saliva. She then took her finger and started rubbing it
around my anus, pressing her way in gently. Betty kept her
finger wet and soon had it all the way up my rear. Then she took
the wine bottle and used her tongue to spread a large amount of
saliva around it. She removed her finger from my anus and I felt
the cold bottle against it. My anus clinched up from the cold,
but Betty gently pushed and twisted the bottle. After a short
time it finally got past my sphincter. She tilted the bottle up
and I felt the rest of cold wine rush into my rectum. Betty
gently pushed the bottle in as far as it would go and left it.
She move up and squatted over my face. I was staring up
at her beautiful sex and breasts. Her hands spread her labia
apart and she sat down on my face. I could hardly breathe, what
air I inhaled conveyed her wonderfully ripe sweat, musky and sexy
odors. Betty rubbed back and forth on my face, until her anus
was directly over my mouth. She leaned forward and my nose went
into her vagina, I felt juices tickling my nose hairs. I knew
what she expected, so my tongue started circling around her anus.
She sat down a little harder, so I tensed my tongue and pushed
against her anus. I opened my mouth wide to breathe, totally
engulfed in her odors. My tongue finally made it into her anus
and she told me to push it deeper. I kept moving it in and out
until my tongue had cramps. Betty moved back and placed her
labia and clit over my mouth. I worked my lips over her labia,
forming a seal. My tongue then circled around her clit. She
started moaning and cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing
her nipples between her fingers.
First I moved my tongue forward, pulling the clit out of
its fold and exposing it. At the same time I sucked hard on the
clit and labia. Then I released the sucking and moved my tongue
back, covering the clit and rubbing it through the hood. Then I
flicked it quickly from side to side a few times. I kept repeat-
ing this in a rhythmic fashion. Pretty soon Betty was squirming
on my face in intense pleasure. Suddenly she leaned forward onto
her arms and started wiggling from side to side. Her whole body
tensed and she inhaled deeply. She moaned and purred as orgasmic
tremors shook her body. This continued for a long time.
Betty then straightened up again. She pulled away from
my face, staying squatted about 6″ over my face. I moved my head
around and found I was dizzy - drunk from the wine in my stomach
and ass. She moved her knees to the sides of my head, preventing
any motion. She said sweetly and submissively “I’ve been such a
good girl.” Her fingers pulled her labia apart. She giggled and
then said louder and sarcastically, “Until now!” Suddenly pale
yellow piss was streaming out of her. At first, it went all over
my face, but Betty’s fingers quickly gained control and aimed for
my mouth. She held my nose until I opened my mouth wide. She
took a deep breath and tensed her body. The stream became a
flood! She pissed so hard that it splattered out of my mouth and
all over my face. I didn’t close my eyes fast enough, and her
piss burned them. She leaned back and the piss hit my upper
face. It flowed off my face and I felt my hair getting soaked.
Even my ears felt the piss inside. Betty then released my nose
so I could take a deep breath. Then she tensed hard as another
flood of piss filled my mouth to overflowing. She clamped my
nose again and said, “Drink my piss or drown”. I had little
choice. After swallowing, she let go of my nose and I gasped for
breath. Betty tensed again and the last of her piss filled my
mouth. I swallowed quickly. I’d never seen anyone piss with
such force and volume. What a pisser!
Betty stood up over me and stretched. My penis was still
rock hard. I had to piss so bad that I wasn’t even thinking
about my having an orgasm. She turned around with her back to my
face and squatted over my penis. She took it in her hands and
ran the tip back and forth and side to side from her clit to her
vagina. Finally she placed the tip into her vagina and sat down
slowly. The warmth of her felt good, and I concentrated on that
feeling. When she pulled up, I could see her hand massaging her
clit. She continued this rhythm for awhile, as we both became
more excited. She moved the wine bottle in and out of my anus,
pressing it so it would massage my prostate. I couldn’t tell
which was a greater sensation, the pain of needing to piss or the
pleasure of the bottle. She ordered, “Don’t have an orgasm until
I say so.” I forced myself to concentrate on my bladder, to
prevent further arousal. Betty’s motions got more intense, and
suddenly she started another orgasm, moaning and convulsing. The
sensations on my penis were exquisite, but I couldn’t allow
myself to fully appreciate them. She finally stopped moving and
just sat there, my penis still hard and buried deep within her.

Part 4

After a couple of minutes she moved up and off of my
penis and shoved her body back on the bed until her ass was
directly over my face. I closed my eyes, expecting another
flood. Instead, I felt her tongue lick the head of my penis. I
moaned with pleasure, against my will. The wine bottle was again
in motion. Betty sat her ass down on my face, adjusting her
position so her anus was over my mouth. She told me to open it
up. I took my tongue and circled her anus, wetting it and the
surrounding area. Then I pushed my tongue against the opening.
It tasted salty and musky. The odor combined with her tongue was
making me orgasmic. I tensed my stomach muscles to increase the
pain in my bladder, warding off any orgasm. My tongue slid into
her anus. Betty sat down even harder on my face. I pulled my
tongue out and repeated this process. Betty had taken my penis
into her mouth and was doing her best to arouse me. It took all
I could to prevent my orgasm. Pretty soon her anus was relaxed
enough that my tongue went as far in as possible with no resist-
ance. Betty pulled the bottle out of my ass and stood it up
between my legs. Then she got up off my face, turned to face me,
and positioned herself over my penis and the bottle. She held on
to the bottle with one hand behind her back and my penis with the
other hand in front. She squirmed back and forth on the bottle,
gently forcing it into her anus. As she slid down on the bottle,
my penis slid into her vagina again. Betty sighed deeply and sat
down hard. She then started moving up and down the two shafts in
her orifices. This was the first time I was ever jealous of a
wine bottle! I would have liked to take advantage of this splen-
did experience, but I was afraid to add any motions for fear of
coming. She moved her hands, placing one on her clit and the
other on a nipple. Once again, she stimulated herself to a
powerful orgasm After a couple of minutes Betty got up, turned
around and moved her ass back over my face, and told me to fill
her anus with saliva. I felt her lick the head of my penis and
then spread more spit over it. She got into position over my
penis and rubbed the head around her anus. She then put the head
into the opening and pushed down with her body. the head slid in
past her sphincter. A few more partial in and outs helped loosen
her anus the rest of the way, and finally she just sat right
down, my penis fully enclosed in her rectum. She let out a low
moan of pleasure. As she moved up and down, I could see her hand
working her clit feverishly. The other hand took the bottle and
put it back in my anus. She was moving it rapidly, making sure
it rubbed my prostate. I had to clench my stomach to prevent
orgasm every time she pulled up off of me. The hot tightness of
her anus was orgasmic, but the pain in my bladder prevented an
end. After a while, Betty threw her head back and convulsed,
moaning very loudly and deliriously. How many orgasms did this
one make? I had lost count. Once again, she just sat there with
my penis deep inside her for a few minutes.
I was getting delirious by now. I was somewhat drunk, my
bladder was bursting, and I wanted to orgasm. Betty got up,
moved back again, and had her legs holding my shoulders down,
with her ass perched high over my face. I could see her face
lower down towards my penis. She removed the rubber band and
told me not to come. She started massaging my aching balls
gently, and they felt somewhat better. She held my penis up and
rubbed it around her nose. She inhaled the musky odor of her
anus and moaned. Her tongue came out and started licking the
head of my penis. It circled around the edge of the head, lin-
gering at the split on the bottom. Then her lips covered the
head and she sucked on it. She then moved her lips down the
shaft, using her tongue to keep the head stimulated. The hand
supporting my penis now went back to the wine bottle. Betty
moved the bottle in and out and side to side, making sure my
prostate got well massaged. After a few minutes I could take no
more. I started begging her to let me come. She removed her
mouth and asked me, “Am I your Mistress?”
I said yes, and pleaded again with her.
She said, “If I let you come, will you do anything I
desire?”
I answered “Yes! Anything you say,” and sang the next
line, “please release me.”
Her lips covered my penis again and she sucked extra hard
while moving the wine bottle right over my prostate. I knew I
was in trouble, since she hadn’t said I could come. I clenched
my stomach hard, but the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure.
Just when I thought I was doomed, She removed her mouth and
laughingly said, “You can come, I just figured out what I want.”

Part 4

She immediately put her mouth back to work. It took
about 15 seconds more of her expert oral skills until my body
tensed in orgasm. The first shot was almost overpowering. As
the second shot was released, I found out why she was squatting
over my face. Betty had been saving her piss again until I came!
It splattered over my face, neck, and chest. I raised my mouth
to catch it better. I kept pumping into her mouth and she pumped
into mine. My orgasm stopped before her piss, and my mouth was
full. Before I could do anything with the mouthful, she quickly
turned around and shook her head to say no.
Betty sat on my stomach, lowered her head to mine and
then moved her lips to mine. She sucked gently, so I extended my
tongue into her mouth and caught the full taste of my semen. She
pushed my tongue back out and her tongue came into my mouth and
swished the liquid around. The pressure on my stomach suddenly
registered, and since my penis was now deflated, nothing could
hold back my bladder. I started pissing and the stream must have
hit Betty, because she moaned. She took a hand and used it to
aim my penis. She wet her crack, arched her rear up and wet her
stomach and chest, and then squatted down and let the stream flow
over her back. I pushed harder on my bladder then, and piss
started flowing over her shoulders onto my chest. She got up
quickly and lay her head down face up on my stomach. She adjust-
ed the stream until it hit her in the face. She covered her
whole face. Then Betty opened her mouth and let it fill up until
it overflowed. She closed it again, and moved her head up to
mine. We kissed again, exchanging her piss, my piss, and my
come. She aimed the stream for our heads and our hair became
soaked. Finally I finished. It was the longest piss I’d ever
taken. Betty pulled the bottle out of my anus, loosened my ropes
and we embraced; kissing, caressing, and hugging constantly.
After a few minutes, the wet sheets were annoying, so we took a
nice hot bath, cleaning every square inch of each other. We put
clean sheets on the bed. I went and got some food and drink. We
ate and drank until we fell asleep in each others arms. Betty
was the first up the next morning. I awoke to a clicking noise
and found myself handcuffed. Betty quickly got her rope and tied
my ankles to the bed. She then tied my neck to the bed so I
couldn’t sit up and untie my ankles. Betty disappeared for a few
minutes and returned with my roll of Saran Wrap. She searched my
closet and took the belt from my bathrobe. She ripped off a long
sheet of Saran Wrap, making sure it didn’t bunch up, and placed
it flat on the bed. She took the belt and wound one end of the
plastic over the belt a few times. The she stood up, and put the
belt on behind her, the Saran Wrap hanging down her back. She
put a quick knot in the belt and bent down and pulled the Saran
Wrap through her crotch and up under the belt. She then squatted
down, pulled the Saran Wrap tight and knotted the belt securely.
Betty then used her hands to make sure the Saran Wrap was evenly
spread over her rear and through her crotch. She then found her
clit and gently ripped the Saran warp so there was a little hole
where it could stick out. When she was satisfied that everything
was ok, she climbed over me, squatted over my face, and lay down
on my chest and stomach. She maneuvered until her clit was over
my mouth. She then explained, “I’ve read than when elephants get
sexually excited, they piss and shit all over before and after
sex. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. This is my
desire. I am your mistress. Your reward for obedience will be
an orgasm. Now get me sexually excited.” Betty then placed her
hands on my balls and penis, and the games began. I was really
glad I had bought extra strength Saran Wrap…

–
To be continued. if there are enough requests from

women…

Susie shivered with excitement. Tonight was her big chance with
Sam. Susie had wanted to go out with the husky jock ever since
he had transferred to Hoover High. After weeks of parading
around during cheerleader practice, throwing her sexiest looks at
him, he had finally asked her for a date.

And tonight was the night! Susie wondered what to wear. After
all, Sam hadn’t said where they were going or what they were
going to do. Better to plan for the best. She laid out her new
clingy red crepe dress. “Better not wear a bra; he might think
I’m old-fashioned. And instead of pantyhose, I’ll wear a G-
string and garter belt with stockings. Just in case things get a
little steamy.” She smiled broadly at the thought.

She admired her trim 38-24-35 form in the full-length mirror.
Her girlfriends on the cheerleading squad always marveled at the
bounciness of her boobs. She held them, and gave her nipples a
quick squeeze. Mmm, that felt good. Then she turned her
attention to her hair. Her shoulder-length hair was dark brown,
with subtle curls. She tossed her head experimentally, to judge
the effect. It was OK, no touchups necessary. Now for the rest.
She kept her pubic hair trimmed short because of the white bikini
that she had bought at the beginning of summer. One can’t have
stray hairs peeking out the sides. Unless that’s what one wants,
eh? She dressed, knowing that she was a knockout, as always.

When Sam showed up, she was surprised by his clothes. He was
wearing blue jeans and a torn tee-shirt with a beat-up leather
jacket tossed over one shoulder. His clothes looked like Marlon
Brando’s in “The Wild One.” “Looks like I’m a little over-
dressed” she said.

“Looks great on you” said Sam. “Strange, his eyes look dilated”
Susie thought.

“I’ll only take a minute to change.”

Sam leered a little. “No, don’t. I like your outfit. Let’s go.”

“OK with me” thought Susie.

Instead of the night of dancing and dinner Susie had anticipated,
Sam took her on a long drive that ended at a sleazy-looking
roadhouse bar in Trevor, some 30 miles away. The roof sagged at
the far end, and the quality of the cars parked outside bespoke
the poverty of the patrons. Susie was mildly scared, but with
Sam there she was much reassured. After all, what could go
wrong?

Inside, the atmosphere was dark and smoky. A slightly overweight
stripper gyrated on a low stage at the far end of the room, clad
only in a g-string and boots. Her flabby belly flopped in time
to the music, while her tiny tits were shiny with sweat. “God,
I’m glad I don’t look like that!”

Sam ambled up to the bar and grabbed a stool. Susie was
surprised again, as Sam merely sat. “The jerk! Why doesn’t he
act a little more like a gentleman?” She sat on the stool next
to him.

“What’ll it be?” asked the bartender.

“Beer for me.” said Sam.

The bartender looked Susie appraisingly up and down. “You here
for the contest girlie?”

“What contest was he talking about?” she thought. “No, I’d like
a rum and coke, please.”

After the bartender had left, Susie asked Sam about the contest.
He told her that every Saturday night, this bar had an amateur
strip contest, and that the grand prize was $100. “Big deal, a
hundred bucks. I spend more than that every time I go to the
mall.”

Sam turned and gave her a look of fury. “Maybe that’s what’s
wrong with you; you’re spoiled rotten! I’ll bet you don’t have
the nerve to go up there and strip!” he snapped.

“I wouldn’t if I were dying of hunger and this was the last
hamburger joint on earth! I have my reputation to think of.”
Susie was hot with anger. Even the tired girls at the tables
around the room turned around at that comment.

She grabbed her drink and gulped it down, nervously. Her hand
was shaking a little. “Another one bartender.” she said a little
unevenly. He served it up, and she drank half of it in a gulp.

Sam was looking at her, expectantly. “What are you looking at?”,
Susie said.

“I’m looking at the most beautiful girl in the room. It’s a
shame that she doesn’t care enough to do a little thing for her
admirers.”

Susie could recognize a come-on when she heard it, but her
thinking was a little fuzzy at this point. “He still is kind of
cute. Maybe he’s not all that wrong.”

Susie looked him straight in the eye. “What’s your proposition
Sam?” She toyed with her empty glass, and then signalled the
bartender with a shallow flick of her head.

“I can’t tell you right now, but if you go along with me, I’ll
make it worth your while.” he said. His eyes twinkled, and Susie
took this as a good sign.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked coyly.

Sam snorted, “What do you think? I want you to go up on that
stage and strut your stuff like you do when you’re cheerleading.
You can win the contest easily.”

The bartender brought her refill then. She took the time to
think. “Well, it is $100, and nobody here would ever get over to
Hoover. What the hell?”

“I’ll do it.” she said.

“Good.”

She had three more drinks to loosen up as the night wound slowly
on, and when the contest was about to begin, there were several
new faces in the crowd. A few other women had shown up, and they
weren’t all as ugly as the strippers on the stage.

The bouncer got up on stage as the last stripped flounced off.
He began to warm up the crowd for the contest. Then he asked
that all the contestants line up at the end of the bar. A few of
the girls were asked to leave, but not Susie. The bouncer looked
her over and grinned at her. “You’ll do nicely.” he said. When
he was done, there were only 6 contestants left standing.

The girls drew numbers from a hat to decide the order in which
they’d perform. Susie drew 6th place. “Not bad, I just hope
that the one in front of me is bad.” Susie had gone through
innumerable tryouts for cheerleading over the years, and this
seemed little different. She wished that her head would clear,
though.

The rules were simple. You had one song, about 3 minutes to
excite the audience. The girl who got the most applause was the
winner.

The first amateur stripper was young and slim, with dishwater
blond hair. She wore jeans and a tank top that showed her hard
little nipples. As the music started, she walked around the
stage, dancing a little and rubbing the sides of her breasts.
She didn’t waste much time, pulling the jeans off over her high-
heels and strutting around the stage in the tank top and briefs.
After a moment, she pulled off the tank top, and rubbed her
smallish boobs. She spun around and pulled her briefs down,
thrusting her ass out seductively. As the song ended, she turned
around, showing her body completely nude. The audience applauded
sparsely. “I can do better than that.” thought Susie.

The second contestant was more mature. She looked to be in her
late thirties. She was well-fleshed and tan. Her routine was
polished. She glided from one end of the small stage to the
other, taking off her clothing at a steady clip. When she was
down to her bra and panties, she turned her back to the crowd.
She unfastened her bra with a flourish, but trapped the straps by
holding her arms tight against her ribs. Then she turned around
to face the audience, her hips twitching in a figure-eight
pattern in time to the beat of the music. She laid her right arm
across the lower edge of the bra, pushing in against her large
tits to cause the upper slopes to spill out the top, as well as
to pinion the bra against her torso. Then she slipped the left
strap slowly off her shoulder, and then slowly withdrew her arm
from within the loose loop of fabric. She switched arms at this
point, replacing the right arm with the left in it’s job of
keeping the bra on her chest. Then she slipped the right
shoulder strap off in similar fashion. Once both of her arms
were free, she cupped her breasts through the material of the
bra, pinching the nipples and wearing a slight grin. She slowly
leaned over, emphasizing the cleavage and sheer swell of the tops
of her breasts. They were obviously her best feature. She
slowly straightened up and removed her hands from the bra. It
stayed on, as if attached with adhesive. The straps hung down
limply from the sides, and when she shimmied slowly, they whipped
from side to side. She increased the shimmy, and the bra began
to slide off. Finally, it came free, dropping to the floor with
little preamble. The crowd roared, because her tits were
perfectly round, with triangular tan lines illustrating the
briefness of her bikini. She didn’t stop shimmying; instead she
redoubled her efforts. She slipped her panties down slowly as
she continued to shake her tits. When she was done, the crowd
hooted in appreciation.

“My tits are at least that nice. I’ll have to work pretty hard
to beat her routine, though.” mused Susie.

The third contestant chickened out as soon as she got up on
stage. She fled sobbing into the lady’s room.

The next was a young girl. She started by removing all her
clothes on the side of the stage except for a sequined g-string.
She did her whole song clad like that. Her routine consisted of
acrobatics and gymnastics. The crowd was uninterested.

Susie thought, “All I have to do is to take off my clothes and
shake my tits, show a little of my trimmed little bush and this
place will go up for grabs.” She drained the last of her drink,
and waited for the fifth contestant.

This one was in her twenties, and was a looker. Her waist-length
ash blond hair fell in straight cascades over her shoulders, and
her body was easily the equal of Susie’s. “I hope she falls on
her butt.” thought Susie.

But instead, she grinned at the audience, and bared her ample
chest by ripping the bodice that she wore a’ la Hulk Hogan. She
rubbed her breasts and teased the men by tweaking her nipples.
They erected to the size of pencil erasers, and she made a small
“oh” as if she had a mini-orgasm.

She shrugged out of the now-ruined shirt, and spun in tight
circles. The long skirt she wore rose up and up, showing her
long legs. She began to walk the edge of the stage, lifting the
skirt until her g-string showed to every man there. The crowd
howled.

Then she removed the skirt, dropped it on the floor, and laid
down on it at the edge of the stage. Her hips gyrated in
simulated masturbation. Then she began in earnest, by sliding
the g-string down imperceptibly, and reaching in with her
fingertips. You could see the material move in an up-and-down
motion. The crowd watched expectantly, as the woman masturbated
with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. Her moans
of pleasure were heard even over the pounding beat of the music.

And then the music was over, and she began to come loudly in the
silence that followed. Her cries echoed off the walls in the
small bar. At last, she looked up and embarrassedly ran off
stage to thunderous applause.

Susie was tempted to throw in the towel at that point, because
she had little or no hope of topping that last performance. But
something in her wouldn’t let her quit.

So she took to the stage. The song she had chosen was “Freeway
Jam” by Jeff Beck. She hoped it was enough.

Waiting for the music to queue up, she looked out at the crowd.
“Shit, there must be a hundred guys in here. They’re all waiting
to see me take my clothes off.” The thought excited her, and a
shiver ran through her body.

The music started with a guitar riff, and she walked quickly
around the stage, grinning at the men at the edge. She had seen
the last contestant do that, and it seemed to make them clap
louder. Someone in the back of the bar was chanting “Take it
off! Take it off!”

She began by turning her back to the audience, and unzipping the
tight dress. The zipper wound down into the crack of her ass as
she swung her butt from side to side in time with the music.
Someone yelled “No bra!”, as if it were some kind of cheer.

She turned to face the crowd, and with her hands on her chest,
slid the dress down until the tops of her breasts were visible.
She rubbed her big boobs and pinched her nipples through the
fabric. They responded instantly, and a warm feeling spread from
her nipples down to her crotch.

She turned around again, and slid the dress down until her ass
was totally visible through the split halves. She reached down
one-handed and rubbed the smooth globe of her ass cheek. Then
she gave it a sharp slap. The red imprint of her hand stood out
in high relief on her butt. She dropped the dress.

Then she began to dance, as she slowly undid the clips holding up
her stockings. She paused and slid the right stocking off, then
the left stocking hit the floor too. She put her high heel back
on, since they did such nice things (visually) to her calves.

She dropped the garter belt, too, since it’s function was now
gone. She was hot; a sheen of sweat covered the cleavage between
her breasts. Her nipples were erect as a cool breeze from an
open door chilled them briefly. As she danced around the stage,
she reflected on her performance.

She judged that the applause wasn’t nearly as loud as the last
stripper’s had been. She needed something to supercharge her
routine.

She had about 45 seconds of music left. She laid down on the
floor parallel to the edge of the stage. She arched her back and
removed the g-string completely. “Well, here goes.” she thought.

She began to masturbate in time to the music. At first, she
rubbed her clit just to get things going. Then she spread her
cuntlips with one hand as she plunged two fingers in and out of
her hole. It felt so good.

The men were craning their necks to see what she was doing, and
she began to turn slowly to face them. As she rolled on her
side, she slowly raised her leg until it was pointed straight up
in the air. She held her leg up with one arm. She spread her
cuntlips further and further apart, while swiveling her hips in a
circle. Her cunt gaped wide open to the crowd. The music was
coming to a close, and as a finale, she slid a quarter turn until
her snatch faced the audience squarely, and lifted her legs in a
wide “V” shape. Then, as the last bars of music faded away, she
grabbed both of her nipples between her thumb and forefingers and
lifted, pulling her nipples and breasts up in the air. There she
rolled the buds until an orgasm began to spread throughout her
cunt. She moaned and lifted her hips, wishing for a hard cock to
fill her empty hole. Waves of orgasm swept over her, blanking
her mind to the crowd’s cheers.

When she came to, she was still laying on the stage. Her legs
were rubbery, and when she stood, she swayed drunkenly. The
announcer gave her the hundred, saying that there was a clear
winner. After she had stumbled off stage, several men walked
toward her. She fled to the safety of the ladies john.

She dressed in mortified silence. “Did I really do that? Did I
really masturbate, and have an orgasm in front of a crowd of
men?” She shook her head.

Back at the bar, Sam grinned at her. “I told you that you could
do it.” he said triumphantly.

The bartender walked over and handed her a note, saying that it
was from the owner. She looked where he indicated, and a man
seated at the front of the stage tipped his hat.

The note said, “If you want to make some easy money, come see me
tomorrow. I’ll be here at noon.”

Susie thought to herself, “Not in a million years buddy!”

Well, this is my first endeavor at writing for the mutual
enjoyment of the other DEN members...I hope that you all find it
stimulating!

STOP!!!  Proper reading of this document requires that you place
you hand on you cock or have your lover place her mouth on your
dick.  After all, these letters are for sharing.  See if you can
time your orgasm with the end of the story without getting the
computer messy!

Ever since I was a mere babe I have always had an attraction to a
fine, shapely pair of firm lactating breasts.  It must have
started on the first day of my life and it continues to this very
day.

My lover is a beautiful redhead that measures 36D-24-32 and is in
the best of physical shape.  Last year we had our first child,
Seth.  Three days after our son was born and we brought Stephanie
home from the hospital I asked her how it felt when she nursed
Seth...much to my surprise she said that it was quite exciting and
that it made her pussy very hot and wet. Then she suggested that I
should suckle her.  I couldn't believe it and my cock almost broke
out of my shorts just thinking about it. Quickly, I went to her
side and she bared her breasts to my eager tongue.  I just sat
there mesmerized for a moment and then I gently licked her aureole
and felt a tightness that I had never experienced before...as I
began a sucking motion with my mouth the milk began to flow from
her inch long nipples and I was in heaven!  Stephanie began to
insert her fingers into her pussy to gather some of her sweet
nectar which she quickly brought to my mouth too.  What a
combination...the best milk in the world and her personal honey
too! 

I pulled out my cock and stood up in front of Stephanies expert
mouth...slowly she took the head into her mouth and swished her
tongue along my meatus to draw out the clear liquid that was all
but pouring from my 7 inch cock.  Slowly she lowered her head
until I was deep within her throat...then ever so gently with
another swirl of her tongue she began to mouth fuck me nibbling at
the base of my cock and then sliding all the way up to the head
which she sucked with all the lust I could stand.  Just as I was
about to unleash a tremendous load of cum into her I pulled away
and asked her to lie on her back.

Placing my pulsing dick between her breasts I began to tit fuck
her.  The head of my dick would just enter her mouth long enough
for a quick lick or two and then back out again.  Stephanie began
to message her tits and  I felt that familiar feeling deep within
my balls (readers; start your serious stroking now!). The milk
began to flow and my dick began to slide faster and faster between
her gorgeous globes as I was being coated by her beautiful white
liquid. "Cum now Honey", she pleaded as I moved
faster...faster...the sight and sound was too much for me..."I'm
coming...I'm coming...Lick faster Steph...suck me hard...
harder... now baby...now!!!

She drank every drop and then licked off the milk that clung to
the sides of my now limp manhood.  To my surprise she continued to
gently suck me and I quickly became hard for a long session of
making love.  Before the day was over Steph and I were more
satisfied sexually than ever before.

Ever since that day we have had many wild nights (and days)
centered around her mothers milk...I hope she never stops my
personal feedings.

Well, how was it?  I came again while writing and I know some of
you did too!  I'm off to the other room for a tall glass of warm
milk...Ta-ta...

A LETTER WE WROTE TO SOME FRIENDS ABOUT
SOME HAWAIIAN FUN WE HAD A FEW YEARS AGO:

You asked us about how we got interested in erotic activities and
also our special fondness for exhibitionistic and voyeuristic
fun, so we thought that I should tell you about one of our trips
to Hawaii that got us started.

Although we live in and were both raised in an extremely
conservative environment, we had always shared a strong curiosity
about erotic things, activities and ideas.

On our vacations, away from home, we always bought and read as
many of the sexy and erotic magazines and books as we could find
and we had gone together to the first X rated movie either of us
had ever seen.  This got us started thinking and talking about
all the possibilities, from teasing to swapping, and I guess we
discussed and imagined together nearly every type of possibility.
We had reached the point of agreeing that neither of us would
take any underwear with us on vacation, and we had enjoyed B's
wearing of flimsy tops that showed-off her tits and,
particularly, her rather large and hard nipples.  We were also
sure that, on several "accidental" occasions, guys had gotten a
glimpse of her bare pussy.

Our interest seemed to wane for a while until we happened to see
the movie EMMANUELLE about 6 weeks before we went to Hawaii in a
January.  The movie had gotten our juices flowing again and when
we arrived in Honolulu and were waiting for a cab, I bought a
stack of erotic magazines, including one that we had not seen
before.  After we got to the hotel room and got unpacked, I was
waiting for B to shower and began to look at the magazines.  The
copy of the new magazine with personal ads from couples and
singles caught my eye and when I started to read some of the
personal ads, I really got a hard-on.  Just looking at the photos
of all the "average" women and couples and reading their ads had
turned me on tremendously.  When B came out and saw me lying
there on the bed sporting as big a hard-on as I have ever had,
she immediately wanted to know what had excited me so much.  I
told her to read a few of the ads and see what she thought while
I showered.  Well, by the time I had showered, there she was on
the bed playing with a very wet pussy while she was reading the
ads.

We were both starving, so we decided to take our wet pussy and
still semi-hard cock off to dinner and come back to finish the
ads later.  B dressed in a real see-through dress that hardly hid
anything.  All through dinner, we renewed our erotic discussion
and fantasies and we were really enjoying the way our waiter paid
particular attention to B and her nearly exposed tits.  Looking
at the highly lighted base of the salad bar, I dared her to go
back and stand in front of one of the lights with her legs spread
apart for a minute.  She went right over and stood there like she
couldn't decide what she wanted while every eye in the room could
literally see the hair on her pussy between her spread legs as
outlined by the bright light.  After she returned and I told her
how good she had looked, we could hardly wait to finish and get
back to the room.

We giggled all the way to the room and as soon as we were inside
the door, we quickly got undressed and got on the bed.  B grabbed
the magazine and began reading the ads out loud to me.  I was
getting so hot that I got up to look out the window and perhaps
cool off; and, as I was standing there, I caught the glimpse of
some movement in the room slightly below us in the hotel across
the way.  I always carry small binoculars, so I got them out and
found to my enjoyment that there was a young oriental couple,
totally naked, on the bed, kissing and touching each other.
Before long, they engaged in 69 and I called B over to look.  By
now, I was so horny I could hardly stand it so I slipped my cock
into B's wet and hot pussy from behind as she bent over to look
through the binoculars.  We had our first of many orgasms then
and several more through the night as we watched the couple suck
and fuck, and also as we read and looked at the rest of the
personal ads and sucked and played with each other.

The next day on the beach, we could hardly talk about anything
else and after a few drinks through the afternoon, we were ready
to go back to the room and freshen-up.  Unlike her usual closing
of the drapes, B stood right in front of the window and took off
her suit and stretched and posed.  She asked me to come by the
side of the window and look with the binoculars to see if anyone
was watching her.  I could see one couple and two older men who
could see her.  One of the men went in and came out with his own
glasses and I could see him playing with himself as he watched
her.  The couple and the other man just stared.  I got really
horny so I took off my suit and came up behind her and grabbed
her tits and pulled her over to the bed and we fucked like crazy,
thinking that the people could see us.  (Later, we determined
that those people probably could not actually see that far into
the room from where they were).

We were hungry again, so we went down to another place...no
bright lights though ...to have a few drinks and eat.  We talked
about the erotic fun we were having and how we hoped that we
could watch the same couple or perhaps even others either naked
or having sex later that night.  B admitted that she had really
been turned on by the fact that others might be able to see her
naked and promised me then to never close the drapes in our hotel
or motel again.  She has kept that promise, although when we are
in a motel where people can walk right by the window, we can only
leave them open a couple of inches (and then, only after children
are likely in bed) without being too obvious and inviting
trouble.

We talked for a long time about how much fun it had been for her
and for me to know that other people were looking at her naked
and beautiful body and we both suggested some funny fantasies
about how we might arrange to let some guy get a real good close
look at her.  This was really a departure for us because, until
now, no one but me and two doctors had ever seen B naked.  We
talked about teasing and flashing and all sorts of circumstances
that might lead up to B being naked in front of some guy or guys.

We decided to keep our eyes open for any opportunities for the
next week while we would be on Kauai before returning home to the
snow.

That last night in Honolulu did not yield the same quality of
viewing in the other rooms although we did see several nude and
semi-nude men and women, as people were undressing for bed.  We
paraded around our well-lighted room totally naked for a long
time, but we couldn't tell if anyone was watching us, especially
from darkened rooms; but the thoughts that we were possibly being
observed excited us tremendously as did our discussion of some of
the personal ads we had read, and we enjoyed another great sex
filled night together.

On the plane over to Kauai and during the drive from the airport
down to our hotel at the south end of the island, we got into a
heavy discussion about our responding to some of the ads in the
magazine.  We both decided that we were probably not ready, nor
would it be wise, to try to experience everything at once so we
agreed to pick some ads requesting erotic letter and photo
exchange as a way for us to try these new experiences gradually
and with no immediate pressure for total involvement or action.
Sitting on the beach in the afternoon sun, sipping Mai-Tais, we
reread the ads and decided which couples we would answer and B
nearly orgasmed without being touched just talking about sending
out nude photos of herself to couples all over the country and
knowing that some man she had never met would be looking at her
naked body.  This same thought turned me on so much that I was
very uncomfortable in a pleasant sort of way, and even more so
when we talked about receiving nude photos back from those
couples and the sex fun we would have as a result of that erotic
stimulation.  B wondered how we could ever get our photos
printed, but I found an ad from a confidential developing service
(which we still use) and she agreed to pose for an entire roll of
film in our room that night.  After dinner, more rum, and an
extremely stimulating photo session, we fell into bed exhausted
from a very full day.

We had been to Kauai many times and had explored nearly all of
the beach areas.  This day we decided to pack a lunch and plenty
of our favorite sun-tanning drink of rum and orange juice and go
to the beach near where ISLANDS ON A STREAM was filmed because it
is really quite secluded and we wanted to get all-over tans so we
could each wear our new skimpy bikinis purchased in Honolulu,
without the white spaces showing.  We arrived on one of those
very special calm Hawaii mornings, and had the entire area to
ourselves since the locals rarely go there on weekdays.  We
walked a ways down to where we knew there was a curve in the
beach and set up our mats and gear.  I am a snorkle-nut and since
I am also a bit braver than B sometimes, I shed my clothes and
wearing only my mask and tube, went out into the water to swim
and look around.  I would look up occasionally and I could see
that B was nude and was setting our lunch in the shade and
rubbing tanning lotion all over her body.  This was the first
time I had snorkled nude and it was strange swimming around with
the hard-on inspired by seeing my lovely wife moving about on the
beach as naked and as pretty as could be.

B stayed pretty close to the mats and her clothes but when I
returned to join her she gave me a drink and said that she was
really enjoying the nude sunbathing experience.  Somewhat anxious
to see what might develop, I made sure that she had plenty of rum
in her drinks and after we had a couple, I brought up the subject
of what she would do if someone else came along the beach.  B was
pretty hesitant, but she finally agreed that if there was no
hostile type threat, she would be willing to remain naked even if
someone did come along.  I had no sooner suggested that she could
lie down and pretend to be asleep if that happened so as to let
it be a less overt showing of her body, than we could hear a
vehicle pulling in down by our car.  

I looked carefully down the beach from a protected position and
could see that a guy got out of a small truck and began walking
the other way down the beach along the water as though looking
for shells.  The excitement of possibly being seen was affecting
B.  She poured another drink, and I could see the wetness of her
pussy glistening in the sun.  We watched the guy until he rounded
the curve out of sight and we decided that nothing was going to
happen so we lay back and soaked up the sun.

B can stand more sun than I can and I began to get too warm and
went for a dip to cool off.  As I returned to the mats I could
just see the guy coming back up the beach so I put on my suit and
went out and poked around the water's edge for only one
reason.....to let him know we were there.  Without looking at him
directly, I watched until I was sure that he was coming past his
truck and on down our way.  Then I hurried to awaken the dozing B
to tell her that he was coming our way and ask her if she would
like to pretend sleep and remain naked as he came by.  She agreed
and since she was wearing very dark sunglasses, she said that she
could probably watch him if he looked at her.  I asked her to
part her legs a little so that the fold of her pussy was visible
and said that if he stopped I would tell him that she had had a
little too much to drink and was snoozing for a while.  She
agreed and spread her legs a little and adjusted her head up on a
towel so she could see but her eyes would be hidden, and I walked
back out to the water's edge.  

The guy was about a block away, so I began walking toward him and
met him about half way.  He was a nice young man who was working
on some condo construction, but had pulled his shoulder and had
taken the day off.  I told him that my wife and I had come out to
suntan in the nude but that I had begun to get a sunburn on my
cock and that she had too much to drink and had fallen asleep.
We were approaching B and the young man could see that she was
naked and he turned as though to walk back the other way.  I said
that it was all right and the she probably wouldn't mind if he
saw her and, since she was asleep, it wouldn't matter anyway; so
he continued along with me.  He couldn't take his eyes off B's
firm and naked body as we got closer and stopped just even with
her.  From where we stood, we were looking right up between B's
legs to her pussy and the view was super erotic.  He commented
that she was very sexy looking and had a great body.  I asked him
if he really liked what he could see and he nodded yes so I asked
him if he would like a closer look.  Without taking his eyes off
her pussy, he nodded yes again; but he hesitated as I turned to
go toward her.  He said "what if we wake her?".  I replied that
when she fell asleep in the sun after drinking rum, she was
really "out" for at least an hour and he needn't worry because it
would take a cannon to waken her.

We walked right up to her and we could see her moist pussy lips
and her hard nipples.  We could not see her eyes but I knew she
was watching and could see the bulge of both hard-ons she was
causing.  He said that she was really great looking and could not
believe his good fortune of being able to see her like this, and
adjusted his rigid cock in his shorts.  I could tell that B was
taking all this in because I could see more moisture showing at
the slit of her pussy.  I said that I didn't want her to get a
bad sunburn and should probably rub some oil on her for
protection and got the bottle and knelt down by her left side.
He just stood there with his shorts sticking out, so I asked him
if he wanted to help.  As he knelt down by her right side, he
asked if I was sure that she would not wake up and I replied that
I was sure and squirted oil on both her arms and across her
shoulders and began to rub it into her left arm and shoulder.  He
still hadn't moved, so I said to go ahead and that she would
never know anyway.  He tentatively began to rub the oil into her
right arm and shoulder and I knew that he was feeling hot skin
and warm oil and I realized then that not only was this the first
"stranger" to look closely at B's naked body, but that I was
watching him actually touch her body as well.  Knowing that she
was watching and had allowed things to go this far, I decided to
see what more could develop so I took the oil and squirted some
down each leg from thigh to ankle and began rubbing it into her
left leg.  He followed suit and we were both leaning down by her
knees and looking right at her pussy.  We could literally see
droplets of moisture running down the slit.  I rubbed the inside
of her thigh, carefully stopping short of her pussy hair, and he
did the same.  Then, looking him in the eye, I gently put my
hands under her knee and ankle and slowly moved her left leg
about six inches sideways.  He appeared to be hesitant, but I
nodded yes and he did the same to her right leg which exposed her
full pussy to our view.  Her outer lips had parted slightly and
we could see the wet pink folds of her inner lips.

I began to rub the oil into her thigh with both hands, taking
care to stop just short of her pussy and he followed my motions
exactly.  As he was rubbing her thigh and looking right into her
pussy, I looked at B's face and smiled and licked my lips and she
smiled right back and licked her lips as a sign to me that she
was enjoying what was happening as much as I was.  Then, I poured
oil on her belly from the base of her tits to the hair of her
pussy and began rubbing my side of that area.  He moved up to do
the same and as we did that, I poured circles of oil on each
nipple and full breast and without hesitation we were then both
rubbing oil into a fine breast with extremely rigid nipples, each
of us tweaking her nipples as we massaged the oil into her tits.

At this point, my cock was so hard it hurt so I stood up and took
my suit off to give it more freedom.  When I knelt back down, my
cock was at the right level so I began to rub it all around her
left tit and hare nipple.  This time, he didn't need any
encouragement as he dropped his shorts and began to rub his cock
all over her right tit and its hard nipple.  He did not notice,
but we were close enough that I could see her open eyes behind
her sunglasses and they were focused on the first cock, other
than mine, that B had ever seen "up close and personal" and
watching it rub her firm and hot tittie.  Her hips had begun to
involuntarily spasm a little, so I said to him that even though
she was "out" she appeared to be enjoying our caresses nearly as
much as we were and asked him if he wanted to give her more
pleasure by rubbing her pussy.  He immediately reached down with
his right hand and cupped her entire pussy mound.  He slid his
fingers up and down her pussy lips and inserted his first two
fingers into her to the hilt.  He was obviously experienced
because as he moved his fingers in and out of her he rubbed her
aroused clit with his thumb.  B could no longer control herself
and began to raise her hips against his finger thrusts and to
moan slightly as she approached orgasm.  All this time, she was
watching us both pump our cocks against her tits and she (and I)
was really enjoying the highest sexual excitement we had ever
had.

As his finger thrusts got deeper and her pelvic thrusts got
higher, I said that I could tell that she was about to cum and we
both began to pump our cocks harder across her nipples.  She
began to moan even more and, as she reached an obvious orgasm, we
both exploded our cum all over her titties in a hot sun and oil
threeway orgasm that we, and I am sure he, will never forget.  

B's orgasm had subsided but he still had his fingers up inside
her pussy and as he would flick her clit, her hips would
involuntarily spasm and she would let out a little gasp.  He was
worried that she was waking up, so he wiped the last drop of his
cum on the side of her tit and pulled his shorts up over his
still fairly hard cock.  B was still kind of sighing and was
licking her lips as I stood up and agreed with him that she
probably would wake up soon.  He said he thought that he had
better leave before she awakened and leaned down to take a last
look at her pussy, now open and running with her own juices.

As he turned to go, he asked me if I was going to tell her what
had happened and I said that I though that I would.  He smiled
and said to thank her for a great experience and walked back down
the beach toward his truck.

I left B alone to savor the experience herself and went out to
the water to cool off and to also think of what we had just
enjoyed.

After he had driven off, we had great sex in the sunshine and
agreed that even though we had gone a lot further than either of
us had imagined or planned, this outrageous and spontaneous thing
we had done was the most exciting thing we had ever done and
would probably open the door to more fun and enjoyment of erotic
activities.

We have been very selective and limited in our actual physical
contacts with others, concentrating primarily on the exchanging
of erotic photos and letters and enjoying the vicarious thrills
we derive from that activity as well as our pastime of
"accidental" exhibitionism, but we often fondly reminisce about
our first "afternoon in the sun" and how we got started toward
erotic enjoyment.

We hope you two have enjoyed this answer to your request.

I went upstairs to the shower and relaxed as the warm water splashed over my body, my mind was busy with the thoughts of the activities that had taken place earlier in the day. I soaped up and washed my hair and rested against the side of the shower wall as the excitment of the thoughts made my cock lenghten to a full hard on again.. I can’t remember when I have had so many erections in one day.. why was this so exciting to me.. so many thoughts.. but I couldn’t resist stroking my meat as I thought about Kelli sitting on her slavehorse while I forced it into his mouth.. I actually had MADE another man suck my cock.. a virgin straight male was now a cock sucker and the best orgasm I had ever had came from it.. I couldn’t decide whether it was the fact that it was a man giving me head or that it was someone in bondage or both.. but had been wonderful.. My stoking got faster and faster and I shot a load all over the tub (it seemed like a cup full) had the slavehorse had to swallow that much cum? no wonder he was crying and gaging! The water began to run cold so I got out and dryed myself off, put on some clothes and made my way downstairs.. I hadn’t realized but I had been upstairs for an hour and 20 minutes.. “Took you long enough” she said as she polked the slavehorse with a cattle prod she said because he had distracted her by moving. “Have you been sitin’ there all this time?” I asked “Yes, why?” “How does he breath with all of your weight on his face?” I asked “The best way he can, if he starts to smother I would get up long enough for him to catch his breath..but I also have to watch out for tricks.. and he is punished severly for trying to get relieve of my weight without due cause.. he has only done that once” she said with a grin.. “are we ready?” “sure” I said and away we went.. with the slavehorse still tied to the chair. We must have been gone 4 hours or so and Kelli had run into a friend of hers named Jenifer. Jenifer had two guys sitting with her and when we got ready to leave Kelli asked if she would like to invite them over for some fun. Jenifer winked as she smiled and acknowledged her sugestion. As soon as we arived Jenifer went right to the slavehorse and jumped into the air landing her ass right on the slavehorse’s face… all of her weight at once! The slave jerked and you could tell he tried to yell and move.. “He was asleep” Jennifer said “I love to wake him up this way” as she laughed. We sat around and talked for a while, Jenifer on the slave and the rest of us on the couch. The conversation sooned turned to the slavehorse training and Jenifer said she couldn’t wait to have the endurance race. One of the other guys said.. “you told us about the slave, and that we would all get naked later..but what is the endurance race?” Kelli said “I think we should have it tomorrow Jenifer, can you guys stay all night?” the obvious answer of course was “yes!!!!!” and with that Kelli sugested we all get naked.. and we did.. Jenifer sat back down on the slaves face and started humping pretty hard.. she grabbed the cattle prod and jabbed a few times makeing the slave jerk each time.. then Kelli put some clamps on the slaves nipples and suggested as soon as Jenifer was thru we should tie the slave in a more usefull position.. “Joe, grab that switch and whip his dick” Jenifer said.. maybe that will make him put more into it” and with that one of the guys got up and started whiping his cock.. and he started moving like crazy.. at least as best he could.. Jenifer was just about bouncing all of her weight on his face.. after about 5 minutes of her bouncing, Joe whiping and the rest of us yelling fuck him Jen, and suffer slave.. and hearing the slave try to yell and cry.. she came and all of her weight fell on him.. she slowly got up and everyone seemed more at ease now.. The slave was placed in a stock like holder in the middle of the room, Jenifer wanted to give him a few lashes and suggested the since Joe had helped her.. he should shove his dick in the slaves mouth for a gag.. and if he wanted to hump and cum that would be a bonus.. andwith that he jumped up and I noticed his nice hard on.. it look like a giant.. and he pushed it into the slaves mouth no sooner than Jenifer started swating the ass of the slave.. I noticed Kelli had started playing with the other guys cock and motioned for me to come over and play with her pussy.. and as I ate I could hear the lashes on the slaves ass.. but the more I ate the less obvious the lashes and muffled yells were.. the slave was going thru hell.. but the rest of us were in heaven.. it started to seem fair to me.. Kelli had her orgasm as I looked over Joe had already cum and was sucking on my cock.. Jenifer was beating the hell out of the slave.. he was yelling and crying and she was laughing.. then she realized she was missing the fun.. and joined the rest of us.. we let the slave rest the rest of the evening and all fucked and sucked until almost daylight.. and then fell asleep. The next day we all awoke pretty late.. but Jenifer and the slave was gone.. Kelli said she thought Jenifer was geting in some riding before the race. She fixed us breakfast and we all went to the barn.. and there was Jen riding the slavehorse.. She seemed to be more in control than Kelli had been or maybe it just looked more natural, anyway Kelli got the guys to help her set up the course for the race while Jen and Kelli got ready.. The course was 3 miles long, up and down hills, thru a creek.. it was really going to be rough.. to make it even they decided to flip a coin to see who goes first and the best 2 out of 3 would get to use the slave for the next month all to herself or could rent him, etc.. One of the guys suggested that they should make it a real challenge and let the winner retain complete ownership of the slave for one year and have a race each year for ownership. They agreed and away they went.. Jenifer was first.. she took out with spurs and whiping like I had never thought possible.. She was gone around and hour and when she came back you could tell the slave had been thru hell already.. I think she really liked hurting this slave.. to make it even they decided to give the slave 20 minute breaks between heats.. off Kelli went.. then Jen.. then Kelli.. Now it was the last time.. the slave was tiring so bad that it took over 2 hours for the slave to carry Jen.. Kelli got on.. she was determined to win.. she started kicking the already bloody sides of the slave.. his head was red from heat.. his breathing was heavy.. but he kept trying.. when Kelli returned she was using a cigerette on the slaves chest to pursuede him to keep going.. but he wasn’t fast enough.. Jenifer had won.. We all decided that the slave had been thru enough for one weekend but Jenifer wanted to do one last thing before we all went back to the house.. she wanted to brand HER slave to show ownership.. and with that the slave was tied so thight his hair couldn’t move.. the guys built a fire and she heated up a branding iron.. I was hard just thinking about it.. then the yell from the slave.. louder than anything you can imagine.. she held it on his ass for about 10 seconds but it must have seemed like a year to the slave.. he passed out.. and Kelli suggested she take care of my hard on .. and with that we all went to the house for some more sex.. As all the guys were getting ready to leave, we all agreed that the excitment of the slave had made us all enjoy the weekend and that we couldn’t wait until next year.. Jenifer took her slave and left, Kelli and I decided that we were definitely gonna stay together and that next year she needed to win OUR slave back! Yes.. I think I liked the idea and will ride the slave when he is our property again.. by the way.. did I tell you about the party Jenifer had to show off her new slave?

This guy gets really hot every time he sees a maid in the hotel, his cock is virtually jumping out of his pants and he can’t think of anything else…

I belong to Mumbai in India and would frequently visit Delhi for my work. I’m a bit smart, courteous, soft spoken (Something which is always missing in Most of the people I met there.) I visited Delhi every 15 days and stayed in a particular hotel provided by my company, most of the hotel staff new me.

I have a habit of remembering everyone’s name. That helped me become one of the most important and famous customer. There was a new girl who had just joined in. In my second trip, in her presence, I was introduced to her. She was looking after housekeeping, i was supposed to inform her, in case i have any problems in that segment. I had her extension number with me.I was stunned by this beauty and wanted her to talk to her be with her then i just called her up. “This is Amit.” She said, yes sir. I said “Could you come over to my room please.” She said – in couple of minutes I will be there. I put the phone on hook and was waiting for her in my room.

She knocked. I said – please come in. As she walked in, I was dressed up in formals. I smiled, I am going to ask you for a personal favor. There were confused looks on her face and i smiled again. It’s my brother’s daughter birthday day after tomorrow, can you please buy a Barbie doll set for her. I would be very obliged if you can do this favor as I have meetings lined up today and tomorrow and would not be able to buy it myself.

She said, why not, it would be her pleasure to assist me for this sweet purpose. I placed 2 thousand rupee notes in her hands. She just turned around and was about to leave and I just said. “By the way Neena – You look like Barbie yourself.”Hearing this she just glanced back at me with a small smile and blushed. Opened the door and walked out. That evening came back late & when i walked in the room she had bought me the Barbie. She had kept the Barbie and the remaining Rs.800 in envelop on the table in my room.

Next morning when I went out i kept the same envelop with cash on her desk. There just one word on top of it – Thanks. In coming visits i always had some request of purchase something or another for some one or other as i loved spending time with her and this way even she was coming close and being frank with me & even she was comfortable with helping me, as the amount that i left behind was quite a pocket money for her. It was beginning on March now. She was wearing her uniform trousers, top, tie and blazer. I met her again this time. As we spoke in my room i glanced at her and said, “hey Barbie doll, you look pretty in this outfit, and I am sure, you would look amazing in other outfits too.” She said, “I usually wear jeans and skirt when not at work.” Then i said “Tomorrow is Sunday. I shall be free by 1 and my flight is at 8. If you don’t mind, can you show me around in Delhi?? I have been here so many times but have never done any sight seeing.” I looked into her eyes and said, “don’t worry Barbie doll, I am a very gentle man.” She just smiled and looked back into my eyes and i was almost mesmerized by her persona.

I said, “I shall pick you up at 1.30 from outside the hotel and we shall have lunch together.” I had hired taxi for the entire day as usual. We went around to couple of places and finally we reached her place, where she was supposed to get down. I got down from my side and opened her door. she was so surprised. I said, “thank you Madam, it was so wonderful to have you around the entire afternoon. The time passed so quickly.” I just couldn’t control myself from getting attracted to this girl she was so magnetic. Then what she did blew me away. She just took her hand to her lips, kissed and put them to my lips & said, “goodbye Mr.Amit, may be this will help you think of me sometimes.” My My, for the first time, “My BARBIE” was blushing. I just couldn’t control myself from going closer and actually kissing her good bye.

From that day, I eagerly started waiting to go to Delhi. On my next trip i couldnt find her then i said to myself, what have I done? Was it because of my kiss, that she is shying to see me. Then i asked Ms. Seema what was the problem & why was Neena not there. Then i came to know that one day while traveling from her apartment to Hotel she met with an accident. Her feet got fractured and was supposed to be home for 3 weeks. Winters had passed and it was summers. Summers in Delhi are killing. To add to the trouble, there are power cuts. On one such afternoon, i went to her house to see her & knocked on the door. Bell did not ring, as there was no electricity.

The door and guess who…. there was NEENA herself. I just couldn’t believe myself. My Indian Idol, the girl of my dreams was back. This is how 20-24 yr old thinks, cannot help it. The happiness of seeing her brought tears in my eyes. She just held my hand and brought me in and closed the door behind me. I made her sit on the bed and sat down on the chair beside her. Seeing her i said “Hey Barbie sweetheart, what have you done to yourself?” “If you don’t meet your Barbie, this is what happens” she replied. “Sorry Neena, my mom was ill, and I was taking care of her like a good son.” She said “Good, I hope she is well now.” We sat all afternoon talking to each other and in evening i left. From then instead of spending time talking to each other at hotel or somewhere else, we used to sit at her apartment and talk. We used to share all experiences we had in our lives and our relation also started growing. Once such afternoon, when we were talking, She asked me about my love life. I just ignored the question and kept talking about something else. She put her hand on my lips and looked into my eyes and asked, “what do you think, your Barbie will never grow up? I am a woman now and I can communicate on such topic with you.”

Then she removed her hand and kissed me on my lips. After few minutes of kissing she sat back. I smiled at her & said “was this your way of communication?” And we burst into laughter. I then went close to her and made her sit on my lap. I then put my arms around her and started kissing her on her lips. Then I gave her a love bite on her neck. She opened my shirt buttons to find a muscular hairy chest. She got me undressed to my undies. Melting into her hot body, I thought the world should stop. I wanted to stay captured in those moments forever.

I started kissing her. She was in her shorts and short t-shirt. I had made no moments towards getting those off her. I was just moving my hands all over her sexy body pressing every inch and her moans started growing. I made her sit over me facing towards me and her legs of my 2 sides. I think her vagina could feel my strong throbbing cock from over the layers of clothes. Her moments to rub her pussy over my cock increased involuntarily. I just couldn’t contain my heat and I took her top off her body. She was wearing no bra. She stretched herself such that her nipples reached my lips. I kissed all over her boobs to finally reach her pink nipple. I opened my lips and I thrust her nipple into my mouth. I was sucking them hard. She held My head very close, crushing her boobs and moved even more vigorously over my cock. After few minutes She had her biggest, wildest and most satisfying orgasm a woman can ever experience (this she told me later). She just fell lifeless into my arms after her orgasm.

Then she said The way i caressed my body after her orgasm made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Men need to learn that sex is not about having orgasm but about making your partner feel beautiful, loved, liked, wanted and cared all at the same time.

Saying this she lied on the bed and called me in her arms. I just did not want to stay away from her either, even for a minute. “Amit, did you have orgasm too, She enquired? I said, “no Barbie, not yet.” Our senses were back and we were ready to play again. I pushed down her short, panties and my underwear. I opened her virgin pussy for me. I first kissed her pussy till the juices started flowing again and she was well lubricated. I then inserted my fingers and started moving my hands. She asked, what i was doing? I said I did not want to pain her by suddenly pushing my big cock in her. She said don’t worry, I can bear that much for me Saying this she took my cock and kept its tip on her pussy and sat on me, pushing my cock all the way inside her. Hmmmmmmmm it was most unforgettable moment of my life, i was making love to my GIRL, the girl of my dreams. Slowly her pain just vanished and we were filled with pleasure into tiniest cell of our bodies. Her legs squeezed me and She started riding my cock. I held her ass and kept hitting them in between. I was sucking her tits all the time. After around 10 minutes i stopped and made her remove the cock from her pussy. I told, i did not want to risk her pregnancy.

Hearing this she instinctly bent down and took my cock in my mouth. Her hands and lips kept stroking my big penis. I started to orgasm and sprayed my cum over her face, boobs and all over her body. I just love remembering those days of my life.

If you liked reading my experience, do write me a message please. Until next time, goodbye from me– Amit.

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Read this hot story from Mrs. C, do you like it when babes suck on your cock and squeeze every drop of cum out of it? Do you like to cum into their sweet mouths and see them swallow all it with a smile? I bet you do, read and enjoy!

I am a woman in her late 30’s with a husband of almost 15 years who has a fetish for hearing stories of my past lovers. One of my first stories that I ever told him gets him hard every time he hears it. Let me begin.

Early in my sexual encounters, I enjoyed only fucking in my pussy. I loved it and needed it so much that I was constantly looking for a good hard dick to satisfy my horniness.

I met this guy through my job at the local restaurant that I worked at during that time. When we first met, I instantly wanted to fuck him. Through his visits, I found out that he wanted to shove his “hot rod of a dick” in my mouth and have me give it a tongue twirl. Up until that point I had never actually swallowed a load of cum. All I had ever done was just stroke the dick with my hand and then slobber on it for a minute before I would have him stick his hard cock in my pussy.

Well, not really knowing how to swallow cum, I turned to a girlfriend and asked questions. She gave me a basic classroom lesson and then asked for me to give her details later. You know how us girls love to talk dick stories to each other. So, having this new bit of knowledge, I was ready to go for the glory. At my next run-in with my guy, he asked if I would meet him later that night when I got done with work. Of course, I said yes, instantly getting creamy wet just thinking about what was to come. So after work, I went home and changed and met him at a designated spot. He took us to a secluded picnic area by the lake. No sooner did I sit on the picnic bench when he had his already rock hard dick waving at me. I was eye to eye with his luscious dick.

I instantly wrapped my wet lips around this monster and started going to town stroking it with my hand, tongue and lips. I kept a steady rhythym so as not to make him blow his load too soon. I wanted to savor it for as long as I could. I knew he was getting close when I heard him start to moan. I also felt his dick throbbing in my mouth. Oh, it tasted so good. That made my pussy wet and juicy. I put my lessons to use and at the point of climax, I just held on to his dick while he shot his load of hot juicy cum down my virgin throat.

The very first cum I ever swallowed and he shot an awesome load. He coated every inch of my mouth before I swallowed it down. The next day, I called my girlfriend up and thanked her for the lesson in cum swallowing. She asked if I would do it again.

My answer, HELL YES!

The best part of sharing my stories is that I get to swallow a huge load of hot juicy cum at the end.

Signed,
Mrs. C
Atlanta, Georgia

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Our author Dee-in-Ia has sent us a wonderful story, she really got back to her husband for gambling, you should read and find out what this Milf did and I am sure this is going to get you really hot!

This is a story that really happened a year ago. My husband doesn’t know about what I’m about to relate to you.

First a bit about myself, I’m Dee and I work in an office in the midwest. I’m just a shade over 40, have dark hair and have been told I have a nice body ( told this by some of the guy’s and gal’s I work with.
One summer day last year, I had to attend a business seminar with a couple co-workers.

Doug, Steve and myself rode together to the site of the meeting. Not really wanting to be there, my concentration was lacking. Thankfully the meeting was’nt scheduled to last all day. We finished just shortly after noon.

The guy’s suggested we go for a drink, since we were given the rest of the day off. I agree’d to go (since I was riding with them, it seemed like a good idea), But I told them I did’nt want to get wasted because I had been planning to spend the afternoon relaxing around my pool. Doug got us a drink at the bar we went to. It was a STRONG drink, but not wanting to wimp out I finished it. Steve got another round, to which I said this has to be the last one. The guy’s frowned but said Ok, they’d run me home after this one. Damn, two drinks and I was feeling pretty buzzed. The guy’s did’nt seem to be fazed in the least.

We got in Doug’s car and headed to my place, the guy’s were teasing me about the buzz I had. I told them I was fine. Steve made some smart comment that I missed . We pulled up at my place and the guy’s asked if they could come in for a quick swim. I was’nt sure if this was a good idea, but said ok. I showed them to our pool house and told them they could use one of the spare suits we have for guests. I went to my room to change into my suit, I picked a red string bikini (probably not the best choice to wear in present company, but oh well).

I went to the pool carrying a tray of drinks, not that I really needed any. The guy’s stared at me when I walked up. I am the oldest in the office and kinda looked at as office mom.

Doug let out a low whistle and Steve just looked , trying to take in as much of a view as he could. We chatted, about the office and my office mom reputation. Doug said office MILF was more like it. I laughed and threw an ice cube at him. Doug returned the favor by tossing an ice cube between my tit’s which were a pretty easy target. I jumped up and dived into the deep end of the pool, which accidently(?) caused my top to come off.

Steve grabbed the top and held it up so that if I wanted it back I’d have to come up out of the water giving them a real good view of my tit’s. After a second of thinking and not wanting to disappoint them I popped out of the water and tried to get my top back.

After I figured out that this was’nt gonna work, I turned and dived back in and promptly lost my bottoms. At that point Doug was in the water and moving toward me trying to get a better look. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me close to him. I thought what the hell and kissed him, then thanked him for the office MILF comment. Being so close to Doug I noticed a very nice bulge in his borrowed swim trunks, so I reached out and grabbed it to get a real feel. Steve just sat back and watched as I slid Doug’s suit off his hips. WOW, he had a nice cock and I hadn’t had any since my husband left on his gambling trip with his buds.

I leaned down and took Doug’s cock into my hot mouth, sucking him first gently and then really getting into it. Doug was feeling my tit’s and kinda pumping his hips into my face. Steve must have seen all he could take because the next thing I knew he had his trunks off and was behind me rubbing my pussy. Soon Steve moved closer and slid his meat into me.

Doug was approaching his climax and I did’nt miss a beat sucking his load down my throat. Steve was really enjoying my cunt and I must admit I was loving his dick. We kept up the pace til both of us moaned and climaxed together.

We got out of the pool and stood under the outdoor shower together to rinse any leaking seman from ourselves. I thanked the guy’s for making the office mom feel really good, They corrected me saying Office MILF, and that they wanted more. I kissed both of them and gave each a kiss and lick of their dick’s, and told them another time for sure…

Hopefully this gets published so I can show my husband what he missed by going gambling.

Thanks, Dee-in-Ia

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The vacation goes on and the couple is on a voyage of discovering new things that add more colors to their sexual life, they never stop wanting each other, the true romance is right here in this wonderful story…

Brooklyn wore a slinky, summer dress to dinner without a bra or panties. The material clung to her firm tits, causing her hard nipples pushed out against the fabric, drawing stares from the local waiters and other guests. It was turning her on all over again. With a short dress, anytime she re-crossed her legs she gave a quick show to anyone looking in that direction. Dinner was spent sampling the local cuisine and exchanging small talk and seductive glances. She already had 3 orgasms that day, but she wanted more. She wrote a note on a napkin and slid it over to Morgan that said, “When we leave here, you are going to kiss and finger my pussy again”. He couldn’t pay the bill fast enough. They headed back to the hut. Passing the hut next to theirs, they could hear the girl inside having what sounded like very good sex. Once inside, she pushed him on the bed and let her dress drop to the floor and straddled his face, putting her pussy lips on his lips. His tongue went to work immediately, exploring all the folds and sensitive areas. Brooklyn rocked her hips, controlling the pressure and depth of his tongue. Once thoroughly wet, she rolled off and pulled his head between her thighs where he instantly inserted two fingers and teased the clit with his tongue. As she played with her tits, he stopped kissing and focused on using 3 fingers to pleasure her. Pure ecstasy. When she couldn’t bear to hold off any longer, she told him to finish her off. So his tongue did a 60 second dance between her wet lips, pushing her to an orgasm. Completely satisfied, they lay naked on top of the sheets and drifted off to sleep.

The next day at the beach they stayed longer and took more walks, so the swimsuits stayed on, sort of. Brooklyn went topless. Admittedly, the attention her boobs received turned her on to the point she couldn’t wait until evening to ride Morgan’s dick. The island was beautiful. The palm trees, the water, the natural lagoons, all of it left them speechless. There were secluded areas without any people around. They made a pact to return another day with a beach blanket to have sex under the blue skies and sun. The cooler waters allowed them to enjoy the coolness on their sun-heated skin. Morgan’s tan was looking even better and Brooklyn could feel her own skin darkening as the day went on. Before returning to the hut, they checked out the hot tub and pool again, but saved the sex for later in the evening.

That night for dinner she wore an even shorter dress, still with no underwear. The dress had spaghetti straps and was a low cut v, showing off plenty of cleavage. The bottom of the dress came to mid thigh when standing and was a made from a flowing material that gently moved in the evening breeze. After dinner there was an outdoor dance club on the beach with a live band playing local music with a salsa flair to it. There were torches in the sand to provide night time lighting. They must have danced for a couple of hours. At times together, other times he would take a break and she would dance by herself or with others around. Her flowing dress giving lots of quick views to people around as breezes blew through the material or a dance partner from behind would wrap his arm around her, causing the dress to rise a bit. The feel of complete freedom exhilarated her. Dancing and grinding with everyone on the dance floor was a turn-on. Hot, tired, and sweaty they called it a night and headed back to the room.

The path back to their villa was sandy and surrounded by natural vegetation on either side. They walked hand in hand, laughing and bumping into each other just for the thrill of physical contact. Passing the pool gave her an idea. She dropped the dress and dove in naked. It didn’t take much urging to get him to strip down and jump in too. They spent a long time playing hand games under the water, him grabbing her tits and her grabbing his dick and ass. This quickly turned into a make out session. While kissing she gradually pushed him back to the steps in the corner of the pool. She had him walk up a couple steps till he was standing in front of her, holding the railing with his dick point straight at her. The cooler water caused his balls to shrink some, but his dick was as big as ever. She began sucking just the head. Her tongue went round and round his head, sucking it and pulling off then making her lips tight like a virgin pussy and popping it in and out over and over again. When it was obvious he was going to explode she stopped. They switched spots and she threw one leg over the railing, exposing her pussy and spreading her lips wide open. Her clit was fully exposed and ready to be sucked. He gladly took the swollen clit between his lips and alternated between gently sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. An orgasm rippled through her body in a few short minutes, almost falling from her legs giving out. She got back in the water and wrapped both legs around him and slid down his chiseled body until his cock was all the way in. She rode him like this for a few minutes, her mouth on his the entire time. After pulling her pussy off his dick, she went up on the steps and grabbed the railing and bent over, her small ass fully revealing the entire pussy, already spread open from riding him. He stepped up behind her with his fist wrapped around his base and guided the head into the opening. He pushed it all the way in with one slow thrust. He picked up his pace, stretching her pussy to the maximum with his thickness. Moans escaped her easily as his dick kept swelling bigger and bigger. Her big boobs bounced back and forth with every thrust. She guided his hands around her to hold them, gently pinching the nipples, turning her on even more. His hands gripped her boobs tighter as he pushed in all the way to his balls and gave her shot after shot of his cum to the furthest depths.

They showered outside under a half lit moon and millions of stars then headed to the hut for bed.

The third day they headed back to the area with a beach blanket where there wasn’t anyone the day before. Taking advantage of the erotic seclusion, they stood on the beach, passionately kissing for 5 minutes or so. She pulled her mouth off of his and, not wasting anytime, pulled his suit down exposing his hanging cock. She swallowed the whole limp cock. With her lips wrapped around the base, she sucked it and tongued the underside of it. She could feel it growing inside her mouth, reaching to the back of her throat. Eventually it became too large and the last inch or so forced her to loosen the lip hold and let some out. Brooklyn then began bobbing her head as fast as she could without gagging, making his knees weak. He pulled his length out and forced her to lay back, opening her legs and sticking his tongue between her pussy lips. He licked and sucked Brooklyn to an orgasm, but never fingered her. She had him lie on his back and hold his dick straight up so she could feel the full stretch of his cock when she sat on his head and slid the entire way down. Wow!!! She faced him while she rode him for about 5 minutes, then without getting off, spun around and faced the other way. To their surprise, two other couples who were walking had stopped to watch. It didn’t matter; they wanted sex, so she rode him anyway. Her boobs bounced around and the erections of the two men watching were obviously pushing out against their swimsuits. It turned her on even more. She felt the second orgasm coming and as her pussy clenched his cock as she rode him through it. Pausing for a moment, her pussy felt his dick rippling inside with the familiar bursts of warmth coating the inner walls. They caught their breath, and then she grabbed his hand and ran past the watching couples, boobs bouncing and his magnificent erection hanging slightly down, into the clear waters to “clean up” a little. The looks on their faces were priceless.

The fourth day was a bit more laid back. They took the day off from sex because Morgan had a surprise for her the following day. They got up early, sun-screened a lot and spent the entire day in the sun. She went topless all day with a tiny string bikini bottom. He would sit in the chair naked when tanning but put on trunks if going swimming or walking. His dark, tan dick was looking more and more sexy every day. As for her tan, the triangle tan lines were disappearing on her boobs from being topless almost all the time.

The next day they picked up paddle ball and a Frisbee from the front desk and walked down the beach awhile until there weren’t many people around. They spent most of the day playing completely naked in the sand. When it would get too hot, they would venture into the water to cool down which always ended up including deep, passionate kisses as her boobs would press into his chest and the head of his dick against her pussy lips.

They eventually returned to the hut to clean up for dinner. On the bed she found the surprise. He had ordered a “couples erotica basket” to be delivered while on vacation. She quickly tore into the box. The basket was filled with three vibrators, 5 dildos, lubricants, lotions, a cock ring, and silk scarves. The vibrators were different colors and shapes. The dildos were all white. Two of them were smaller than Morgan’s cock, one was about the same size, and two were bigger. The biggest one excited her with just holding it. She had never tried anything like this, but that night, they would try it all. They went to dinner, but deep down, her mind couldn’t wait to get her body back to the hut. He told her that tonight was all hers. He was finally in control. She was willing to give into that, but deep down she knew that eventually control would shift into her hands.

They headed back and within seconds, he had Brooklyn naked on the bed. After kissing for a long time, her body was aching to be touched and more. He worked his way down to her erect nipples where he sucked each one, drawing circles around them with his tongue. He kissed and licked in her cleavage and underneath her firm breasts. His tongue made a trail to the smooth skin of her pussy where he performed his magic. He pulled out one of the smaller dicks and pushed it slowly in. She was amazed how real it felt. He screwed her with it for a while before stopping and pulling it out. He went back to kissing her pussy some more. When she was close to cumming, he stopped again and told her to get on her knees. He pulled out the next sized dildo and put it into her waiting pussy and began screwing hard with it. It felt awesome. Her mind was loosing control of her body. After a few minutes of sex with it, he stopped and had her lay back and went on kissing her pussy. He brought his wife to the brink of orgasm and stopped again. This time he made her sit on the couch with her pussy at the edge and bring her knees up till they were touching her shoulders. He brought over the middle sized cock, but her mind was so fixed on how large his own erection was that she didn’t pay much attention till her eyes rolled as he pushed it deep inside. Her muscles could feel every vein on it’s shaft. It felt so much better than she ever imagined. She begged him to fuck harder with it and he willingly did. After a good 5 minutes of sex and a mind-blowing orgasm, he pushed it in up to the balls and held it there while his tongue went to work on her clit. A few minutes of this and then he began screwing her with it while kissing her parted lips. It took seconds to push her over the top for an incredible orgasm.

Sensing his sexy wife could use a rest; he stopped but assured her they weren’t done. Leading her into the shower, he washed her entire body, massaging her head as he washed the long brown hair and massaging her shoulders. He gently rubbed her boobs and nipples, cupping them in his hands and pushing them up and together to view their fullness. He towel dried her and led her back to the bed. He took the second vibrator and moved it all around her nipples and down to her pussy. He gently moved it back and forth, not stopping until his wife’s back arched and body writhed through two more orgasms. Knowing she was plenty wet now, he took the fourth dildo and opened her legs wide. Morgan was the largest dick she had ever had sex with, so there was some uncertainty with this one. It was slightly longer and a little thicker. Her worries quickly left when the big mushroom shaped head easily slid past her lips and into a very wet pussy. Four thrusts later it was all the way in and she was moaning with pleasure. This was the best dick she had ever felt and she knew her face couldn’t hide it. It didn’t matter. She didn’t want to hide it. He took her for an awesome ride, using the vibrator to make her orgasm during the sex. Brooklyn lay there in complete satisfaction, her body pulsating and cum dripping from all the sex and orgasms.

She had forgotten about the last dildo until he brought it over and started putting lubricant all over it. This dick was much larger than Morgan, but her pussy tingled with excitement. He used his hands and fingers to rub the extra lubricant on her pussy lips and opening. She couldn’t wait to feel it despite some nervousness. He rubbed the head on her lips, parting them and exposing a waiting pink hole. He pushed and with a little pressure, her pussy opened up and swallowed the head. She let out a gasp at its thickness. He waited a moment to allow her to get used to it, then pushed more in, slowly giving her pussy the best sex ever. Within minutes she had the best orgasm of her life. Her body lost complete control. She made him keep it inside her for a couple minutes just to enjoy the full sensation before taking it out. He came up and held her and kissed her. They fell asleep together, surrounded by dildos and vibrators.

In the early morning she woke up before him. She gently moved his arms and tied one wrist to the bed using a silk scarf. As she was tying his other wrist, he woke up enough to realize what was going on. She ssshhhhssshhed him and told him to lay there. Brooklyn grabbed the third vibrator and ran it all over her boobs and pussy. His incredible penis began to stir. Positioning herself where he could have full view, she vibrated through two quick orgasms. His dick by this point was nearly full grown. She grabbed the biggest dildo and covered it in lubricant, then standing it straight up on the bed, straddled it and lowered herself on it. It felt so though only ¾ of it fit. With every up and down her pussy gave the dildo, she swore his dick grew more and more, trying to stand straight up with every trip down the dick he saw her make. Every couple minutes she would slide far down the dick and vibrate to another orgasm. When her husband’s dick was bigger than she’d ever seen, she slipped the cock ring around his cock and balls. She then began sucking his dick and teasing him, but never letting him cum. She would pull her lips off when he was close and stroke him till his body would tense up, then squeeze the base until he relaxed. Then she would start again. After doing this 4 or 5 times, she finally took the cock ring off and sucked him till he was ready to explode. Pulling her mouth off his dick, she jerked him off to the biggest eruption she had ever seen. His first two shots landed on his shoulder and it just seemed like he kept cumming and cumming with no end.

The rest of the trip was much like the first half. They would sun bathe nude at times and with suits other times, but she always showed off her boobs by staying topless. There were funny things that happened, like when a hot, young girl walked by nude and Morgan tried to hide his erection, but failed. Or the time a few young European men (they were in speedos) were soaking in long looks at her glistening, naked body as their obvious erections were straining to be let out (one of which was very impressive in size). They spent another night dancing where she danced with her husband and a college stud named Nathan, grinding and rubbing both till she was so turned on, they had to leave before midnight so they could go back for some hot sex. Brooklyn couldn’t guess how many orgasms she had that trip, but the one thing they are planning to do is visit a sex shop to buy a couple large dildos so they can relive that unbelievable night and vacation.

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