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The Misfits: Spermie, The Duke, Evil, Sinister X, Predat0r
Release Point: Blitzkrieg Bbs (502)/499-8933 Nup: Columbian Coke
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SHE CAME, SHE SAW AND SHE CONQUERED
I am a married professional woman whose career requires a lot
of travelling. Although I enjoy sex with my husband, I use these
trips as an opportunity to have sex with other women. I never have
sex with professed lesbians. Oddly engough, I have amazing success
in seducing other married women. The thought of a straight woman
sucking on my cunt sends chills up my spine.
Last fall I attended a convention in Kansas City. Across from
the hotel was a large park with acres of grass and running trails
perfect for unwinding after a long day. At the end of the second
day of meetings I invited a cute, long-legged redhead back to my
hotel to go for a run then out to dinner.
Earlier in the day she had asked me how I stayed so fit. I
had noticed her frequent glances at my breasts which looked
enticing in the thin delicately designed bra that showed through my
sheer, high-collar blouse. She attracted me immediately. Her skin
was a pale cream color, with no freckles. She wore her deep auburn
hair in a long french braid that highlighted her skin and made her
look ultrafeminine. She was a classic! I had never wanted a woman
more.
Her hotel was nearby and I went with her to her room to grab
her running gear plus an outfit for later. While she assembled her
athletic wear, I volunteered to select her dinner outfit and picked
a rich looking jersey dress. We took my rental car to my hotel and
began to change our clothes. Married six years, she was five years
younger than me and a natural beauty. She genuinely admired my
body, which I took great pains to show off. Leaving my breasts
exposed while I tied my shorts, I offered the bait and watched her
eyes in the mirror as she furtively stared at my upturned nipples.
Seizing the opportunity I threw her my jogging bra, stood topless
in front of her, and asked her for assistance. Her face seemed to
flush, but she continued to stare at my breasts as she slid the
straps over my outstretched arms then over my shoulders. Offering
no assistance, I turned, placing both hands behind my head, which
forced her to reach around me to cup the material snugly around my
firm breasts. She was obviously affected by touching them because
I could feel her fingers tremble as she hooked the clasp. I
resisted doing anything overt and appeared to be uninterested for
the rest of the time she spent dressing.
While we ran we talked about each of our marriages, and she
mentioned the adverse affects of childbirth on her body. Lamenting
the slight loss of firmness in her breasts from nursing, she was
delighted to find out that I could teach her exercises so she could
regain her form. But one positive change, she happily related, was
the extreme sensitivity of her nipples since her pregnancy. Simply
massaging them, she said, caused her to lose all self control.
After our intimate talk we returned to the hotel room with a warm
feeling of closeness for each other.
Originally I had planned to start something after dinner, but
our conversation emboldened me. I ordered a magnum of champagne
from room service. Two glasses later, she began to slur her
speech. Filling her glass, I offered to go through my chest
exercises, a suggestion that she welcomed. Again I had her assist
me. She pulled my wet tank top over my head and unhooked my bra.
Involuntarily she responded to my slight complaint about its heavy
straps by massaging the marks on my back. Mellowed by the
champagne, I let her hands work on me for several minutes as I sat
with my back to her facing the mirror on the dressing table.
Telling her how good it felt, I slowly turned around to let her
fingers follow the strap marks down the roundness of my chest
toward my two rising mounds. Feeling that her modesty might break
the mood if I allowed her to continue, I said "My turn." And then
I raised a toast to her gentle fingers and told her to down the
rest of the glass with me. I mumbled that I needed to remove the
rest of my wet clothes and quickly slid my shorts and panties down
my legs.
I sat beautiful Peggy on the bed, knelt behind her, and pulled
her top over her head. We were both facing the mirror so I could
watch the expression on her face. Leaving her bra snapped I slid
the straps down past her shoulders. The elastic was so tight it
caused the material to pull hard on the tender skin of her areolas,
which made her shudder as I slipped the bra to her waist. I began
to rub the strap marks on her back, my gaze staying transfixed on
her breasts. At least a full-C cup, they drooped only slightly.
Her enormous, wide areolas almost covered each breast with thick
nipples that were already erect. I told her how lovely they were
as I massaged her shoulders. Her gaze didn't leave my breasts,
however, and I gently pulled her back against me as I followed the
strap marks to the swelling at the top of her chest.
Slowly I described the effects exercise would have on her
breasts, and I illustrated this point by brazenly cupping her two
warm globes and squeezing them upward. "They will point like
this," I said, pinching her nipples between my fingers and lifting
them up so that the weight of each mound was suspended under her
sensitive thimble-sized nipples. The effect was greater than I
ever dreamed. Her nipples stretched by her heavy breasts caused
her eyelids to flutter.
I pulled each breast gently in opposite directions, toward her
arms. I fought to stay in control and patiently milked each breast
with each hand, which only enlarged her nipples more. The flush of
physical excitement began to spread across her cream colored skin.
Peg feebly tried to stop me. "Madeleine, I don't know if..." My
hands never stopped kneading her warm flesh. "Don't, Madeleine.
I can't control myself," she said. But I already knew that and I
was determined to make her say more.
She tried to push me away but her hands faltered as if they
lacked the will to do so. "Peg," I whispered into her damp, red
hair. "What do you like your husband to do with your breasts?" "He
hurts my nipples," she replied in a dreamy, far-off voice. "Like
this," I said, as I pinched the hard flesh between my red
fingernails. She didn't have to speak, her body told me the answer
as she writhed against me, mashing my own aching breasts into her
back and raking her nails across the bedspread. "Madeleine,
please..." she moaned. "Tell me, Peg," I said forcefully. "Does
it feel good?" I pinched even harder. "Yes," she managed to
mumble. "But please...no, I can't." She was giving in and we both
knew it. "Does it make you wet when I pinch your nipples?" I
asked. "Yes," she said. Her fingernails were now searing the skin
on my thighs. "Tell me you don't want me to stop. Tell me you
want me to suck you, like your husband." "No," she said. I
insisted by dragging my fingernails harshly across both her
nipples. "Tell me," I demanded. "Oh, yes...oh, oh, yes...I want
it," she moaned.
I pulled her back on the bed and lowered my mouth to her
nipple. My own straining breasts now dangled only inches from her
beautiful face. I sucked with abandon, nearly out of control with
the idea that I was fooling around with another man's wife. With
my head still facing her feet, I forced my body against hers to
keep her squirming body from moving and felt her mouth, wet and
warm, encircle my breast. The harder I kneaded and bit at her
nipples, the harder she devoured my tits and raked my back with her
nails. Her breathing was ragged, and she moaned with passion. She
was totally out of control. Her running shorts were soaked in the
crotch, and she squeezed her legs together to rub her clit. She
was no longer able to resist me - even if she had wanted to.
Pushing myself away from her chest, I slid my hand under her
shorts and cupped the slick wet fur of her crotch. My middle
finger found her lips. Sliding between those swollen guardians
that seemed to float in hot oil, my finger plunged deeply into the
softness of her vagina. New spasms contorted her body. Sliding my
knees over her arms, I pinned them outward and positioned my cunt
over her wild-eyed face. "Suck my cunt, Peg," I hissed, lowering
my hips. She twisted her head to avoid them, but I ground my sweet
wetness against her cheek, circling her face with the feminine
smell of my sex, until at last I found her mouth and heard her moan
as her tongue accepted my dominance and plunged deep into my
vagina. I was so excited I came immediately. I wanted to taste
her at the same time. I tore her shorts to one side, pulled her
lips wide, and replaced my wet finger with my tongue. The added
excitement of smelling her unwashed scent and the taste of her
juices sent me through wave after wave of orgasms. "Peg....oh,
sweet, sweet, Peg," I moaned over and over.
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Want to buy some Girl Scout cookies?
One Saturday morning my wife had to work and so I slept in a little,
until about 9:30. I got up and took a shower and just as I was finishing
drying off, I heard the doorbell ring.
I went to the front door, still naked, and opened it just a crack,
not enough to let anybody see that I had no clothes on. A young girl about
11 or 12 years old was standing on the porch. She was holding a clipboard
with some papers on it and had on a cute little summer dress. She said
"Would you please buy some Girl Scout cookies from me?". Well she looked
like such a cute young lady, how could I turn her down? "I don't see any
cookies" I said to her. "You have to put in an order and I will deliver
them to you, when they come in" she explained. She handed me the clipboard
and I could see that it was an order blank for me to fill out.
The door was still only open just enough for her to hand me the
clipboard so I said "O.K. just a minute and I will take this in and fill
it out". I carried it the few feet into the front room, put in down on
the coffee table and started choosing the cookies I wanted.
Suddenly I felt a little draft and I glanced over to the door and
with a feeling of horror, I saw that it had blown open and she could see
me sitting there naked. Then I didn't know what to do, jump up and run
over and shut the door or what. She didn't look very surprised or shocked
so I decided to act natural and pretend nothing was wrong. I didn't say
anything to her and continued filling out the order blank.
When I finished with the cookie order I glanced at her again
and was shocked to see that she was staring at my cock with a little
smile on her face. Well I think that child molesting is very sick and
it is completely against my principles, but sitting there totally nude
with her staring at me was more then I could stand. Against my will my
cock started to get very hard. Now I really didn't know what to do.
She was just standing there staring at my big hard on and almost
without any concious thought my hand started stroking my cock. She then
asked me "can I come in for a minute ?". I couldn't trust myself to say
anything so I just nodded my head. She came in closed the door and walked
over to me. "Did you finish with the form ?" she asked and again I nodded
my head. She then reached out and touched the head of my dick and said
"It's a lot bigger then my brother's".
Obviously there was some incest going on in her family cause the
next thing she did was pull up her short skirt and pull down her pink
panties. I could see her beautiful bald pussy and I started jacking off
faster. She sat down on my right leg and slid her pussy back and forth.
"Can I touch it some more ?" she asked and didn't even wait for an answer.
I was so hot already I was ready to come any second, so I took
her hand and said "Just rub my balls for a minute". I pulled her dress
off over her head so that I could see her little pussy against my leg.
She had the beginnings of little breasts with pretty pink nipples that
I started rubbing. She took her hand off my balls and stuck her fingers
down by her cunt and started rubbing the outside of it.
"Just a second", I said "I have a better idea". I picked her up
and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed on her
back. "What are you doing" she asked fearfully. "Don't worry, you will
love this" I said as I spread her legs open and started eating her
hairless pussy. It tasted wonderful and I had her squirming all over
the bed. Before long she pushed me over on my back and sat on my face.
I could hardly breathe, my nose was almost pushed up her asshole and
her cunt was grinding on my mouth. Then I felt the most wonderful thing
of all. She was taking my cock into her mouth. She couldn't get it in
her little mouth very deep but it was plenty deep enough because I
came almost immediately. She tried to swallow all my come, which
surprised me for a girl that young. She still had a little dripping
down her chin, which looked amazingly sexy.
By this time we were both pretty sweaty and she had come on
her face so I suggested a shower. We washed each other all over and
while she was washing my ass she stuck her finger in my asshole for
a second. I wondered where this little vixen had learned all she
seemed to know about sex.
When we finished drying off she told me that she had to go
sell some more cookies. We went back out to the front room, she got
dressed and picked up the clipboard. She walked over to the door and
said "When I bring your cookies maybe I'll bring my 13 year old
brother. He loves playing these kind of games".
I got another hard on imagining watching her and her brother
naked together. I sure hope my wife is working that day.
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The following letter was published in the January issue of Penthouse Forum
magazine:
TAKE MY WIFE, HARD
For Christmas, my wife Allie bought me an expensive toy, a
camcorder. Little did she know that she would be my prime subject.
I now have several hours of her on video: in suits, tight skirts,
teddies, garter belts and stockings, and of course, in the raw. I
had a big and daring video planned, but I needed her approval.
Finally, after much begging and persuasion - and a promise that I
would never ask her to do such a thing again - she agreed to be in
the video I proposed.
Through a friend of mine who manages an adult bookstore, I was
able to get two guys who would treat my wife to some rough sex while
I operated the camera. John and Max were very big, very strong men.
They said they would be careful, but guaranteed to give Allie a
workout that none of us would ever forget.
On the appointed night, Allie and I waited nervously for them to
arrive. As I readied the camera, Allie put on a white blouse, a red
knee-length skirt and high heels. Allie may be forty-three, but she
has the figure of a beauty pageant contestant. She's small on top,
with a firm, round bottom and legs you could look at all day long.
I heard the doorbell and let in John and Max. They introduced
themselves to Allie and we chatted a bit. John was tall and on the
skinny side. Max, who was black, was built like a pro football
player. He was over six feet tall and must have weighed two hundred
twenty pounds, all of it solid muscle. His chest and shoulders were
massive. As I gave them instructions and told them what I expected,
I could tell Max's mind was elsewhere. As he sat across from Allie,
he was getting a good look under her skirt. Well, I thought, he'd
be seeing a lot more of her soon.
I turned on the camera and we got down to business. John, Max and
Allie went to the bedroom. When I gave the signal, the men carried
her to the living room, holding her tightly by the arms. I'd told
Allie to put up a bit of a struggle, for effect. At one point, she
jerked her arm so furiously that she freed herself form Max's
tremendous grip. I could tell it was going to be a great video.
John grabbed Allie form behind, pinning her arms to her side. Max
quickly took her by the legs. They carried her to the couch and
threw her onto her back. She attempted to get up, but she was like
a fly in a spider web. I focused on John. With just one hand, he
held Allie`s hands securely over her head. With his free hand he
started to unbutton her blouse, then simply tore it away. He
unsnapped the small clasp at the front of her bra. It sprang open
to reveal her pert tits, the enormous brown nipples swollen with
excitement.
Max, at the other end, had worked her skirt up above her stockings.
I zoomed in for a close-up of her creamy, bare thighs. Max rested
his body over her ankles. That gave him the freedom to do what he
wanted with his hands. And right now, each hand was busy caressing
and fondling Allie's thighs, slowly working their way under her
skirt.
A quick movement caught my eye: John was still holding Allie, but
now he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand. Unzipping his fly,
he was able to wiggle out of his pants. Allie's eyes were on the
bulge in his underwear. My wife didn't have to wait long to see the
big six John was packing. Kicking his breifs to one side, John
threw a leg over Allie. In a kneeling position he straddled her
chest, his cock just inches from her mouth. He pinned her wrists to
the couch, and gently slapped her across the face a few times with
his hard cock.
Allie tried to get his cock in her mouth, but he teased her and
would never let it past her lips. Finally she turned away, but John
reached down and turned her head to face him. Just then, she gave a
short sigh of pleasure. I knew at that point that Max was up to
something, so I tilted the camera in his direction.
Max had removed Allie's panties, bent her legs at the knees, and
lowered his mouth to her juicy cunt. I could smell its sweetness
all the way across the room. I watched with a hard-on as Max
tongued my wife silly. He kept her legs spread wide apart with his
strong hands. When he pulled away for a moment,her pink slit was
visible within the thick, jet-black hair that shrouded her pussy.
Then Max's tongue disappeared again in the hot folds of Allie`s cunt.
I couldn't keep up with the action. John already had his swollen
cock in Allie's mouth. His strokes were hard, fast and sure. Each
time he withdrew his wet tool, I watched with excitement as it
slammed back into her mouth. I could tell she was doing everything
possible to please him with her mouth and tongue.
Max's head was bobbing up and down. I knew Allie was getting a
good tongue-fucking. I saw her abdomen begin to jerk as her hips
rose off the couch to meet his busy mouth. Suddenly her hips shot
forward, and the muscles of her belly quivered in orgasm. I know
from experience that as soon as Allie comes, she needs to rest a few
minutes - she has told me the pleasure is so intense it is almost
painful if she continues on. But this time, although she tried
closing her legs and pushing him away, Max would not let up. His
head continued to bob, and Allie had no choice but to endure the
passion thrusts of his demanding tongue.
Now it was John who was beginning to spasm. He threw his head
back and filled my wife's mouth with come. She swallowed deeply
each time he pumped out a little more juice. When he was totally
drained, he pulled his dick out of her mouth. She tried to talk,
but he silenced her and told her to stroke his dick with her hands.
He was hard again in a few minutes and, pushing Max out of the way,
sank his long bone into Allie's cunt.
As John fucked Allie's pussy, Max took his turn at her mouth. His
black, uncircumcised cock was a sight to behold. Thich and heavily
veined, it glistened with Allie's saliva as she sucked it
feverishly. I pulled the camera back to get them all in frame just
in time to catch their orgasms on tape. They all came within
seconds of each other. John emptied his load in Allie's cunt, Max
rocketed straight down her throat, and Allie herself alternately
screamed and giggled with the most powerful orgasm I've ever seen
her experience.
The big surprise was after the men left, Allie said she wouldn't
mind doing it all over again. Perhaps I can convince her to work
the camera while I go at it with a couple of sexy women.
D.M., Madison, Wisconsin
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Sweet Sixteen
by Misty Aragon
Hi! My name is Misty, and I'd like to tell you about the most exciting
experience I have ever had. It happened several years ago, when my
twin sister, Jackie, and I were celebrating our sixteenth birthday...
Jackie and I are nearly identical -- if you didn't know us really, really
well, you'd never be able to tell us apart! We're 5'2", both right around 105
pounds. We wear our full, dark hair long, almost to our waists. We both have
green eyes (Jackie's are a little lighter than mine) and an abundance of
freckles. We're small-breasted, only 34C, and we both run track, so we have
muscular legs and tight little butts. Our mom let us get away with pretty
small bikinis, so we both shaved our pussys so the hair didn't poke out.
Wanna know how to REALLY tell us apart? Catch us naked! Jackie has a tiny,
diamond-shaped birthmark on her right ass cheek.
'Course, there's another way once you get to know us...just try to turn us on!
Jackie will cum in half the time it takes me -- I know 'cause we've been
eating each other out since we were 13 -- but once I reach my first orgasm
it's like a string of firecrackers going off after that.
Jackie always was the precocious one. She was the first of us to have an
orgasm. It was Jackie that taught me how to finger myself (and her). Jackie
came up with the idea of using our tongues on each other. And it was Jackie
that first started our little game of "changing places" with each other's
boyfriends, then telling each other about what happened as we giggled in our
bedroom afterward. We delighted in seeing who could go the farthest with the
other's boyfriend without actually doing it....or them catching on!
Funny it should be me to be the first to go all the way! Especially since it
was the guy Jackie most wanted to lose HER virginity to!
We never really knew our Dad. He died in Viet Nam. I wonder sometimes what
he was like, and how our lives would have been different if he were here. Mom
never really got over him, I don't think. She drinks a lot, although I can't
say I've ever seen her too drunk to function. She's had a lot of boyfriends,
but never seems to stay with anyone for any real length of time. Mom has
always been really tolerant of Jackie and me, even though we've pulled some
really bad stunts from time to time.
Mom threw a little party for Jackie and I for our sixteenth birthday. She was
dating a guy at the time who was really awesome! Tall and muscular, Stan had
sun-bleached blonde hair, broad shoulders and a perfect smile. He drove a
'Vette! Jackie and I flirted with him mercilessly, and he flirted right back.
We would lie in bed at night, fingers feverishly working at our hot little
twats, dreaming of him, until it got to be too much and I would go to Jackie's
bed or vice versa.
We had several of our friends over for the party, and had a great time.
About the time all of our guests were leaving, Stan showed up. I think
Jackie and I were both drooling! He was wearing a tiny pair of really,
REALLY tight cutoff jeans and a loose-fitting tank top. He gave Mom a
hug and a kiss, winked at us, and they took off for Mom's bedroom.
We went to our room and turned on the stereo. Jackie flopped across my
bed, wearing only a pair of bright blue bikini panties. I went to take
a shower. When I came back out, wrapped in a towel, Jackie had stripped off
the panties too, and had two fingers buried deep in her smooth-shaven
pussy. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and her hips were pumping.
"Oh, Misty, sis, I'm so close and I can't come! Help me out?"
"Sure, sis!" I dropped my towel and pulled her hand from her slit, spreading
her lips wide, and began to slowly lap at her swollen little clit. Her hips
rocked harder and her breath grew quick.
"I'm gonna do it. If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna do it, Misty..."
I lifted my head for a second. "Do what, Jackie?" I sucked her love bump
back between my lips, rasping lightly against it with my teeth.
"I'm gonna....oh, shit, that feels good...I'm gonna f-f-f-fuck
S-s-s-tannnnn....! Oh God, yeah, like that, uh..." She began to thrash
violently on the bed and it was all I could do to keep my tongue in her as she
had the biggest orgasm I've ever seen her experience. The sheet was soaked
under her butt and my face was covered with her sweet juices. I felt my own
pussy clench and grow wetter.
"Oh, God, Misty, mmmm, thank you, darling sis...." She was asleep! Damn it!
Right when what I really needed was her talented tongue on my clitoris!
I dipped a finger into my hairless hole and rubbed myself for a while, but it
seemed all I was doing was frustrating myself. Finally, I got up and slipped
on a little red nylon robe. It barely covered my butt, but I figured, what
the heck, nobody in the house was up anyway. I went to the kitchen to get a
Coke.
I opened the refrigerator and bent over to get the Coke from the bottom shelf.
"Hi, Jackie," came a voice from behind me. "Nice view."
I blushed from my toes to the root of my hair as I stood straight up and
whirled around. "Ummm, uh, hi, Stan..." I managed to stammer. I hadn't seen
him, sitting at the table drinking a beer in the dark. He had his shirt off
and all I could do was stare at the muscles on his chest.
I started to tell him I wasn't Jackie, then decided not to. I walked slowly
over to the table. "I read the note you slipped into my pocket earlier," he
continued. Note? What note? I smiled my prettiest smile at him.
He stood up. Omigod, his shorts were off too, and his penis stuck straight
out, hard as a rock. My mouth went dry. Without another word, he crushed me
into his arms, his mouth seeking mine, his tongue probing into my mouth, his
hand brushing aside the robe and caressing my breasts. YES!! I returned the
kiss eagerly. Feeling impetuous, I reached between us and wrapped my small
hand around his engorged cock. That was all it took. He lifted me onto the
table and lay me back on it, the head of his cock prodding at my slit.
One short stroke and the head was between my lips. Another and half the
shaft dissapeared into me to a brief burst of pain. Then another and another
and another and another and ecstasy overtook me as he pounded his length
into me again and again. I was so lost in orgasm I don't think I even
noticed when he pulled out and shot his hot semen onto my belly and breasts.
Collapsing on me, he smothered me with kisses. "Oh, yeah, Jackie, that was
great!"
"Uh, Stan?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm Misty. C'mon...we'll BOTH go do Jackie..."
Wish you could have seen the look on his face!
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PHOTO ASSISTANT by Christy
I had been seeing Jake for about four months. He was a
tall, handsome blonde with a great body, not to mention a very
talented freelance photographer.
The first time I went to his studio for a photo shoot was
for a very sexy swimsuit/lingerie calendar of the California
Blondes -- two identical twins named Shane and Sia. These two
women looked like something out of a teenage boy's wet dream.
They were both very tall, with a full mane of flowing blonde
hair, long sexy legs, perfect asses and huge breasts.
I had always been proud of my 38D chest, but these women
made me look small. I couldn't help but stare as I saw them
trying on sexy lingerie and skimpy bikinis.
Jake was posing them in skimpy bathing suits for the first
set. He had me help make each pose perfect by adjusting
lighting and props. This also required my to touch up their
make-up to remove glare from their taught muscles and the
exposed portions of their full breasts.
At first, I was thinking pretty seriously about my work
until I saw Jake's massive hard-on begin to poke out from his
skimpy cotton shorts. It had become quite obvious, to the
models and myself, that Jake wasn't wearing underwear.
Because Jake is very well endowed, it wasn't long before
nearly four of his pulsing ten inches were poking out from
cotton shorts.
Jake finished another roll of film. "I think that's
enough for today," he said.
"Oh no it's not," Shane and Sia said in harmony. They
quickly removed their bikinis and ran over to Jake. Sia
grabbed the exposed portion of Jake's dick and tugged
playfully. "We have another shoot to take care of."
Jake looked at me red-faced and just shrugged. I was
jealously initially, but the sexy scene was just too hard to
resist.
Shane strolled towards me and I could not take my eyes off
her big firm tits as they jiggled. She helped my strip to my
bra and panties. Then, she walked behind me and undid my bra,
letting my breasts pour out.
"Mmmmmmm," Shane moaned as she pressed her breasts against
my back while massaging my tits. "Your nipples are very
beautiful. I wish mine were as big and dark as yours."
I didn't answer, enjoying the massage of her long, cool
fingers on my stiffening nipples. Sia had removed Jake's
clothes and gently pulled him by the cock over to the middle of
the studio set. "Look sis. I landed a big one."
Sia knelt down and began giving Jake the blowjob of his
life, giving me a great view of the entire sexy scene. Shane
had removed my panties and was squeezing my nipple and rubbing
my clit at the same time.
Soon all three of us were on the floor licking Jake's
massive member. Three warm mouths were more than Jake could
handle and his orgasm was building quickly.
I instinctively grabbed his organ at the base and squeezed
firmly. "Not yet lover," I whispered. Sia immediately
straddled Jake and I put the head of his cock at the entrance
to her wet pussy.
Sia slowly wiggled herself down onto Jake's 10-incher.
Meanwhile, Shane had straddled Jake's face, facing her sister.
While Sia was thrashing furiously on Jake's huge dong, Shane
was getting a tongue bath from him.
"Hey. What about me," I said. Shane got up immediately
and walked to her dressing room. She soon emerged with
something I had not expected to see. She was wearing a strap
on dildo that was easily longer and fatter than Jake's
marvelous tool, and holding a tube of KY jelly. "We never
travel without our toys," she said.
We joined Jake and Sia who were fucking doggie style.
Shane handed me the KY jelly and ordered me to give her "cock"
a good lube. As I did, I could hear Sia screaming with her
first orgasm.
Shane then ordered me to kneel beside her sister, who was
still being rammed relentlessly by Jake's massive cock. Before
I could prepare myself, Shane rammed the lubricated dildo into
my wet pussy. I nearly crumpled under her thrust, but soon
propped myself up to meet her slow strokes.
Sia and I turned to each other and kissed deeply as Jake
and Shane continued their slow strokes.
"Look at our huge cocks sliding in and out," Shane said to
Jake lustfully. "Do you like me fucking your girlfriend as
much as you like fucking my sister?" she asked. "Let's fuck
them hard. Let's make them cum together. I want you to shoot
your hot cum on both of them."
Jake needed no encouragement and began to fuck Sia like a
jackhammer. I could feel Shane's slender fingers grab my hips
firmly as she also picked up her thrusting pace.
Both Sia and I dropped our heads to the floor. We watched
each other's faces twist with passion. Almost simultaneously
we both screamed out with powerful orgasms.
"C'mon Jake," said Shane. "Shoot your load all over
them."
With that, Jake pulled his huge member from Sia's pussy
and shot long streams of cum on her back and in her blonde
hair. Shane quickly grabbed his spastic member and shot more
jism on my ass and back, rubbing it in with her other hand.
We all collapsed in a sweaty pile. "That's the best shoot
I've ever done," Jake said.
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A really nice massage
The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was just a sliver,
illuminating nothing but making the shadows seem deeper. Four cars sat
silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were dark. A hush had
fallen over the scene.
It was not long before the silence was broken by the whish-whish of
footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart from the
others and moved to the side door of the garage. The taller of the two
fumbled in his pockets for something. There was the jingle of keys and the
door obediently swung open. The shadows dissappeared within.
James flicked on the lights, blinding them both for a second. When
Theresa could see again she surveyed the scene. "So, this is it?"
"Yep." James said. "Be it ever so humble--and they don't come much more
humble than this."
The interior of the garage appeared to be a cross between a bedroom and
a storage shed. Tools hung on the wall. By the door was a rather
uncomfortable looking low bed with a bicycle parked next to it. Theresa
noticed one of the tires was flat and smiled. No wonder he went into shock
when it blew!
At the other end of the garage stood a computer desk complete with
mandatory computer and plenty of other stuff stacked on the shelves.
Beside the computer stand was a large stack of white boxes. She could see
comic book covers through the oval slits on the side. The rest of the room
was hard to describe. Various pieces of furniture were stacked along the
wall, and every horizontal surface had something stacked on it. So much
was stuffed into such a small space that there was barely room to swing a
cat. Fortunately there were no cats available anyway. Against the opposite
wall a large standup freezer hummed contentedely to itself.
Finally she said, "This isn't bad. It's a roof over your head." She
looked up and saw something strange. A mason jar strung from a hook
overhead with a cord running from it, nailed across the ceiling to a light
socket with a plug in it. "What is that?"
"Oh, you'll like this..." James reached up and plugged in the cord.
Immediately the little jar lit up with colored points of light. Theresa
gasped a little, in spite of herself. It was beautiful. Then James reached
out and unscrewed the other ceiling lights just enough to put them out.
The little jar cast a pale, subdued glow about the room, like a tiny
galaxy all alone. Deep, mellow shadows surrounded them, making the room
more cozy and warm.
"That's beautiful." She said quietly.
"Nothing special, just some christmas lights I stuffed in there. Works
really well, I think." He moved behind her and placed his hands on her
shoulders, gently massaging them and admiring the way the light brought
out the highlights in her beautiful long brown hair. Theresa closed her
eyes and smiled as a sigh escaped her. "That's nice."
After a long moment James stopped, rummaging through a sack on the
table. He pulled out a small plastic bottle. "I have to go get this heated
up first. You could, um, get undressed while I do that." He pulled a towel
from the dresser. "Is this fine?"
"Perfectly fine." Theresa said, accepting the towel. "You go ahead and
do that. I'll be waiting..."
"Okay." James said, a little nervousness in his voice. He closed the
door quietly behind him and a moment later she heard the back porch door
open and close.
Silly boy. What was he worried about? Theresa was surprised to find her
heart was beating a little faster than usual. She sat down on the bed,
testing it. Three inches of foam over a solid wood platform with a
comforter on top. About as uncomfortable as it looked. Probably about
right softness for a massage table, except it was too big and too low. Oh,
well, James said it would work fine. She trusted his judgement.
In the dim multicolored light she quietly undressed. Standing nude in
the middle of a man's bedroom she felt a little vulnerable and shivered,
gooseflesh running down her arms and legs. Not worried, though. She felt
she knew James well enough to trust him. But one could not be 100% sure
until the moment of truth. Well, guess what time it was?
She shrugged off her concerns and laid down on the bed on her stomach.
She positioned the towel over her back so it covered her from mid-thigh to
her shoulderblades. Then she folded her arms and rested her head on them,
waiting patiently.
James returned several minutes later, bearing a large plastic bowl of
steaming water in which the little bottle floated. He saw Theresa laying
there on the bed, her skin given a lovely golden sheen by the mood light.
His heart rate suddenly tripled as his mouth went dry. Jeez, get ahold of
yourself, man! he scolded himself. Be cool. He set the bowl down quietly
on the table. "Hi."
"Mmmm." Theresa replied, enjoying the peace of the moment. James pulled
off his shirt, asking her if she minded. "Mmmm-mm." she replied distantly,
vaguely wondering why he had to ask so many questions. It was distracting.
James worked his fingers a little to loosen them up. Not that he really
needed to, but he did need to regain some of his composure. Having a
beautiful young woman laying all but naked on his bed was a little
unsettling. No matter, he would act professionally!
After a moment he felt more assured. He fished the bottle out of the
bowl and pulled the edge of Theresa's towel down to the middle of her
back. He squirted some of the massage oil on his hands and rubbed them
together. Then he placed both hands on Theresa's shoulders just on either
side of the neck and went to work.
This was not Theresa's first massage by any means, and she could tell
that James hadn't had much practice. He used too much or too little
pressure, but not enough to hurt or tickle. It was just uneven. Then she
realized that while he wasn't experienced he was indeed talented and
fingers instinctively sought out the tension in her muscles and worked
them slowly out. It wasn't long before she felt like purring as his strong
fingers slowly worked over her back muscles. Moving downward, downward...
James was out of shape. By the time he reached the small of her back
his fingers were aching. No problem. He oiled his hands again and gently
placed the heels of his palms side by side along her spine. He slowly ran
them up her back, putting a little weight behind them. He was rewarded
with an "Oooohhh..." from her and did it again several times.
The he pulled the edge of the towel back up over her back. The he
swallowed hard and gingerly gripped the lower end of the towel, raising it
up over her back.
It was a sight worth dying for. Her ass was magnificent, and he just
had to stop a second to admire the smooth lines of her form. She had great
legs, too. Then, embarassed, he quickly reached for the bottle and oiled
his hands some more, hoping she hadn't noticed the lapse.
Theresa had noticed the pause and knew exactly what he was looking at.
She blushed a little but she was also flattered. Her pulse quickened and
she felt a warmth begin to spread out within her, starting out from a spot
not too far from where he had been staring...
James began working the muscles of her lower back with gentle strength.
His fingers worked down over her hips and around until he had one
beautiful cheek in each hand which he kneaded slowly.
James wondered how she'd feel if she knew he had a massive erection. He
doubted she'd be surprised.
Theresa's warmth was quickly fanned into a flame by his gentle
ministrations, though he didn't know it. Where he was touching and how he
did it was incredibly erotic, and she hoped he'd spend extra time there.
He did. It was with regret he moved on down to her upper thighs and
worked one leg at a time with both hands. He moved slowly, working every
square inch with great care. The fire soon cooled but by no means did it
go out. For either of them.
Finally he laid her other leg down and quietly said, "Okay, let's turn
over."
A gentleman to the end, he closed his eyes and picked up the towel.
Theresa rolled over and took the towel from him, positioning it modestly.
For a brief second she toyed with the idea of tossing it aside but better
judgement prevailed. For the first time she saw the dim golden light wash
over his bare chest, and saw how thin he still was, so long after his
problems. A brief twinge of pity tugged at her heart, but it quickly
quieted. Thin or not, he was still not bad looking...
James opened his eyes to see she was looking at him. He smiled back as
he began to work the muscles over her lower legs. Soon he was working up
to her thighs. He raised the edge of the towel as high as he could. His
eyes were well adjusted to the light and he couldn't help noticing a few
pubic hairs poking from beneath the edge of the towel. He kept his face
bland in case she was watching him (he didn't want to look) and
concentrated on gently knotting the muscles of her thighs.
Theresa's eyes were closed as she concentrated on the powerful
sensation of his hands moving slowly up to her crotch. The fire had
returned and she felt her hips moving slightly in rhythm with his hands.
When his hands had moved all the way up one finger accidently (was it an
accident?) brushed between the lips of her vagina and made direct contact
with her clitoris. She shuddered at the explosion of pleasure from the
direct core of her being and he stopped suddenly. She knew he knew what
had happened. Eyes still closed, she waited to see what he would do next.
Oh, shit, James thought. It was an accident (wasn't it?) but he felt he
had messed everything up. He felt it was a violation of trust and for a
second he considered calling the whole thing off. But no, if she didn't
say anything then why mess it up? She had promised to squawk if things got
uncomfortable and he didn't doubt she would. He pulled the hem of the
towel down, with more than a little regret.
Then he gently worked the muscles of her hand. How tiny it looked in
the palm of his hand! For a brief moment he was flooded with an emotion
that had nothing to do with sex, then he got back in control. All the
trust she had placed in him seemed represented by her limp hand in his,
and he suddenly felt fiercely protective of her. Oh, knock that shit off!
he scolded himself again. He had no business feeling this way. Put it away
and concentrate on the work at hand.
He gently kneaded the muscles of her forearm and upper arm, and then
leaned over to work the other one. Finally, he placed his thumbs on her
temples and massaged the muscles there. Then he sat back, massaging his
own aching hands. He needed to build up the muscles more if he did this
often. He hoped he would be doing this often.
A long moment of silence stretched between them. Finally Theresa
stirred and sighed. "That was wonderful."
"I do try." James said, reaching down to gently stroke her arm. He ran
his fingers lightly up to her throat. She tilted her head back as he
traced the line of her jaw. A smile crossed her lips, small but very, very
large in meaning.
Almost before he knew what he was doing, James leaned down and kissed
her. Their lips met for an endless passionate moment that ended much too
soon. When they parted he saw she was looking up at him, and he knew she
was feeling the same things as he.
Theresa reached up and caressed his chest. "That was nice. Let's do it
again."
So he kissed her again, their tongues meeting in an intimate embrace.
This time he didn't break contact, but instead traced his lips down her
jawline to the hollow of her throat. She giggled a little at the tingling
sensation this caused.
Nor did he stop there. Taking his time he explored the lovely lines of
her collarbone, then moved down with slow, exquisite deliberation. He
moved the hem of the towel down until both her breasts were left exposed.
The nipples stood up stiff and hard. He took one in his mouth and the
other in his hand.
Theresa gasped and squirmed at the waves of pleasure that swept over
her. He used teeth and tongue gently to bring her to ever higher plateaus.
Her hands roamed over his back, sometimes clenching and leaving light
scratches.
After a while James stopped. With a contemptuous flick of the wrist he
whipped the towel away. Theresa was startled by the action but his smile
reassured her. With his mouth he travelled down her belly, pausing a
moment at her navel. Then onward again, down to the dark triangle of her
pubic hair. The hair was very soft and he rubbed his face against if for a
minute, wondering what she must think of that.
He moved downward a little more, teasing her inner thighs with little
licks and nibbles. With a gentle hand he parted her thighs and brought his
mouth to the very center of her pleasure.
His tongue flicked out and teased the folds of flesh, then moving in
between them, quickly finding that one very special spot...
More waves of pleasure, much more intense than the first, threatened to
overwhelm her senses. Theresa gasped and shuddered, astonished at the
intensity of the feelings. Within moments the pleasure had advanced to
true sexual lust that began to build and swell. Relentlessly he drove her
to the point of orgasm, and with a jolt she came with more force than she
imagine possible, the pleasure exploding in a trillion fragments of
feeling, filling her entire body with a shudder.
A long moment her body tensed, muscles hard as iron, then all tension
drained out like water and she collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted.
James collapsed beside her, holding and stroking her gently.
In a breathless voice she said "My God. How did you...?"
He shrugged. "I'm not really sure, actually. I just go ahead and do it."
"You sure did it right." she hugged him close to her, muscles still
shivering from the release. She felt his hardness press against her
stomach, still covered by his jeans. She tugged at his belt and said,
"Considering the intimacy of the moment, aren't those kind of out of
place?"
Without a word James stripped off his pants and hugged her close again.
The feeling of skin against skin was exquisite. Her breasts pressed hard
against his chest, generating more sexual heat. She was surprised how fast
she was recovering, and how much she wanted more. She roamed over his ass
with her free hand, feeling it's firmness. He was doing roughly the same
thing, she noticed. Then she reached around and grasped his erection, a
little surprised at its size and hardness. She pressed her hips against
his and was more surprised at the spark of sexual energy that exploded in
her. There was just one little detail that needed taking care of. "So,
where do you keep the, um..."
"Um's the word." James chuckled, reaching somewhere over her head and
pulling open a drawer. He retrieved a small cellophane package which he
tore open with more than a little difficulty ("Damn high-security
bulletproof plastic!"). From the package he triumphantly extracted a
condom. "I knew it was in there!"
After they stopped their nervous giggling he offered it to her. "Would
you like to do the honors?"
She gingerly took the condom and placed it over the tip of his penis,
slowly rolling it down along it's rigid length. The pale rubber stood out
against the golden sheen of his skin and it looked damn funny, producing
more giggles. Then they embraced again, until he rolled over on top of
her. Their eyes met, and he once again thought about how dark and
mysterious and beautiful her eyes were. In a soft voice she said, "Please
be gentle."
"Have I been anything but?" He silenced her fears with a last,
lingering kiss. Then he positioned his penis and slowly, slowly inserted
it. Then he was all the way in and grinding his hips against hers.
For Theresa the pleasure returned, faster and more intense than before.
It felt so damn good to have him inside of her, so right! She never wanted
it to end.
James thrust slowly in and out, propped on one elbow and running his
free hand along her bare side. He felt her moving under him in time to his
movements and her breath was warm on his cheek. It was a passing moment of
great power and beauty. He wished it could last forever.
But of course nothing lasts forever. Too soon, it seemed, the pleasure
built in both of them until orgasm was inevitable. They came together in a
fury of gasps and moans, holding each other so tightly as to almost become
one, poised for one brief and glorious second on a much higher plain than
this one before returning to the real world elated and exhausted.
Silently they lay together for a long, long time, enjoying the warmth
and closeness and each other's touch. Quietly, Theresa said "Thank you."
"Well, thank you too." James whispered, hugging her tightly to him.
Again, the silence. Eventually he spoke. "Theresa?"
"Yes?" she mumbled, somewhere between waking and sleeping.
"There's something I been wanting to tell you. I-" he froze.
"What?" she looked up at him, awake now.
"I-" he started again, "Um-" he continued, finally he shook his head
and finished lamely, "I guess I must be tired."
She turned away, dissapointed. "Me too." Maybe later he would be able
to say what he was feeling. Maybe.
But she did not have much energy left for wondering, and soon both of
them were deeply asleep...
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The Longest Time
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I have wanted to do this for the longest time.
In my bag I have four lengths of fabric--oh, and a darker one, for
your eyes. Could I simply darken the room? I could, but I want to
watch you, watch the responses of your body and your face. I want
to see how I affect you. I want to watch you as I move above you.
Yes. Take off your clothes. Do you know what I have planned?
Have you known all along? You must have known; as I said, I've
wanted this for a long time, even told you so. Until now, I've felt
the slightest timidity, but I think I can overcome that. Some things
are a bit more powerful than average, everyday shyness.
Take off your clothes, then, and lie down on the bed. Slowly--I
want to watch you, darling. As you pull your shirt over your head,
I see the smooth skin of your chest and the pinkness of your nipples.
As always, I am gripped by the urge to touch that smoothness, that
pinkness, and to hear the breath catch in your throat. But not yet.
For now I am only watching, directing you, instructing you in what
you must do.
Must do?
Yes. Must. You tease me sometimes, tell me that I should be more
dominating. As you wish, my love.
Take off your shorts, now. You bend over to push them aside and
your hair comes down over your shoulders, covering your face from
my view. But you are probably smiling, yes, I think you're smiling.
You push them down and straighten, kicking them off. As you stand I
am struck once again by the power of your beauty, and the ridiculous
feeling of weakness that takes me as I look at you, naked before me.
The novelty of being at my command has intrigued you; I can see that
much with the stiffening of your cock as you stand, being watched.
Being consumed. I want you all.
And, oh, I want to touch you. But I won't. I won't. Not yet. I want
to tease you, tease myself. Better to turn my head away and allow
you to arrange yourself before I give in to the compelling urge to feel
that flawless, pale skin under my hands.
Lie down. No compromise in my tone as I tell you this. You are indeed
at my command, since you offer no protest, no questioning look. You
lie down on the bed, glancing at me, wondering how to orient yourself to
suit me best.
I like this attitude. You realize that I am in charge. I tell you to lie on
your back, with your arms and legs spread out. I wonder if this can be
comfortable for you, and you are quick to assure me that it is. You seem
a bit eager.
Eagerness? Oh, no, that won't do at all. Instructing you to remain
still, I retrieve the lengths of fabric and the blindfold, making sure that
it is clear to you what I plan to do. Arms first, I think. I tie one end of
the fabric to your arm, and the other to the bedframe down at your sides.
Just enough tension, now. No motion and no discomfort. Perhaps I
am not harsh enough--in taking my pleasure I want to provide yours.
I tie first one arm, and then the other. I am careful to touch you as little
as possible. That will come later. I arrange your legs to be tied, bent
slightly at the knee and spread apart. One end around the ankle, the other
around the bedframe as before.
Secure. I step back to survey my handiwork. What a clever craftswoman
I am! You lie there on the bed, watching me, perfectly arranged. What a
nice picture you would make.
Does being so helpless, so much at my mercy, distress you? I don't think
so. Your body tells me that you are entirely comfortable with the
situation. But do I want you to be comfortable? I do like to keep you
just a bit off-balance, my dear--
So I retrieve the blindfold, once again assuring that you know my intentions
before I begin to fasten it around your eyes. Your face takes on an
expression of disappointment, but you are wise enough not to offer any
verbal complaint. I take your slight grimace as a compliment.
I would want to watch if I were in your place.
After tying the cloth around your eyes and assuring myself that you cannot
see me, I allow myself the indulgence of touching your face, the face that
I love to watch in all its moods--amusement, concentration, sincerity, and,
now, the smallest hint of frustration.
Just as I had planned.
I begin to speak softly to you. Does the sound of my voice speaking of such
things excite you? The blindfold allows you to listen without distraction to
the things I say to you, and I hope my words are eliciting some vivid images
for you to consider.
"Do you know how deliciously vulnerable you are right now, darling? Your
whole body is fair game, you know. Perhaps I could begin with my usual,
gradual approach, kissing your mouth as I draw my hands down over your
collarbone and down onto your chest, brushing over your nipples with my
fingers. Squeezing them gently between my fingers as I rub my cheek against
the smoothness of yours.
"But what if I tried something different? I could move straight to your
nipples with my mouth, closing my lips around one, then the other, a more
direct approach. Teasing you with my tongue, sucking gently, then harder,
or lightly nipping at you with my teeth. Touching them with the lightest of
touches, brushing them back and forth over the wetness that my mouth has
left there.
"Plenty of options here, really. What if I were to take your cock in my
hands first, feeling the velvety skin there as I gripped you, feeling the
way your body would jerk in surprise as I stroked the sensitive head with
my fingertips. I could wrap my hands around you and stroke you, gently,
as I've watched you do it.
"Or--and I am partial to this method--I could simply take you in my mouth.
I'd like to feel you resting on my tongue, tighten my lips around you, and
move as I know you'd want me to, taking you deep into my mouth and sucking
as I advanced and withdrew."
But these are just ideas, and perhaps I won't even voice them. I have a
suspicion that you are already considering them as I watch you. I like to
think that I understand most of your desires. I know that I am willing to
gratify them--
But now you will gratify mine. I begin to undress, describing the process
to you as I do so. First my shirt, over my head, the fabric brushing against
my nipples as I remove it, exciting me. My shorts, now, then my panties,
which have already become slightly damp simply from the sight of you and
from the thoughts I have been entertaining.
You can't see me as I stand here above you, naked and eager for your touch.
The thought excites me even more, and I begin to taunt you a bit. "My whole
body is ready for you," I tell you softly, "but you aren't in much of a
position to help. It's really too bad." I tell you how my nipples are
hard already, as I think about the feel of your tongue and your lips as
you kiss them. I tell you about the deep ache that has begun between my
legs as I think about the firm, gentle touch of your fingers. I tell you
about the warmth and the wetness of my cunt as I imagine the feel of your
cock as you enter me at first, that fine first feeling of being spread
wide apart.
And what a wicked girl I am! I delight in knowing that you are becoming
more and more frustrated as I speak to you, telling you all about how
willing and ready I am--I delight in hearing the breath come faster and
in watching the slight unconscious movement of your hips.
As if in apology for my glee at seeing you so helpless, I bend to kiss
you, careful to keep my body from touching yours. I kiss your cheek and
you turn your head to catch my mouth with your own. A breach of
discipline, yes, but not a serious one, and one I reproach only by
seeking the other cheek and not your mouth that waits for the attention
of mine. I take your face in my hands and hold you still, gently, for
that seems to be necessary. I bend and kiss your lips, stroking your
face as my tongue seeks yours. You seem to understand that I am in
charge, that you are not to be the aggressor tonight. You return my kiss,
but with a docility that is unusual in you.
I like it. I believe I may be developing a taste for control.
I kiss down your neck, not the lingering, trailing kisses that are my
preference
,
but deep, random kisses that leave some doubt as to where the next will
fall. I choose each spot carefully, deliberately. I want you to
understand that you are an important subject, one to be studied with some
concentration. As if by accident, I allow my breasts to press against
you briefly, moving away after only a few seconds of contact.
Then my hands move down from the softness of your cheeks to your chest,
to grasp your nipples suddenly. The unexpected firmess of my touch
surprises you, and you whimper softly. Was that a protest? Am I hurting
you? Oh, no. I know the way to touch you. My lips form a kiss at the
base of your throat as my fingers stroke you more tenderly, just my
fingertips across the hardened pink points. I trail my tongue down the
hollow of your throat and down your chest, and bring my mouth down onto
your right nipple first, the less sensitive one. I tease you with my
tongue, still touching you with my fingers on your other side, moving one
in concert with the other. I flutter the tip with my tongue as I rub you
swiftly and lightly with my fingers. Then, an abrupt change as I switch
sides. The wetness under my fingertip seems to excite you as I take your
left nipple in my mouth. As I begin to suck you, I squeeze you with my
fingers and I feel the movement of your hips.
Now, you know you are not allowed to move. I didn't say so, but I shouldn't
have had to. I move away from you. "Don't move," I command, and your
motion stops.
And I look at you, the long, extended boy stretched out there on the bed.
I take in the slight flush of arousal across your chest, the nipples that
are a deeper pink than usual, and the stiff cock that juts out and demands
attention.
I haven't touched you there yet. Shall I now? Shall I take you in my hands
and stroke you, feeling the drop of wetness that has formed at the tip, then
extend my tongue to lick you? Shall I draw the head of your cock across
my tongue, hard, causing your breath to come fast and the wordless sounds
to form in your throat? Shall I take you in as far as I can, allowing
your cock to approach the back of my throat?
Oh, not yet. No, not yet.
I bend to remove the blindfold from your eyes, and you blink at the
brightness. Your eyes meet mine and I see that you are enjoying this
little game, though your eagerness to have it over is apparent. You want
to be inside me, I think.
Oh, not yet.
I stand in front of you and bring my hands down my body,
touching myself as
you might if you were able. Down over my breasts, but not yet lingering
there, and down my hips, over my thighs. Back to my breasts, now, rubbing
my nipples with my palms. I have wanted your touch there, but my own will
do for now. I tease myself with my fingers, touching myself as I had
touched you a moment before, very lightly with my fingertips. I squeeze my
nipples gently, cupping first one breast, then the other, as you watch me.
Wouldn't you rather be touching me now?
I play with my nipples for a long time, imagining your hands on my body,
simulating your touch. I lick my fingertips so I can imagine that your
mouth is there--
It isn't a perfect substitute, but it is enough, more than enough, to
intensify the feeling of heaviness between my legs. I hope you won't mind;
I think I should sit down for this.
I arrange myself between your legs that have been spread wide so you can
watch me, placing my legs across yours and tilting my hips up. I reach
down and, with a single finger, trace along the outer lips of my cunt,
touching myself as lightly as I can bear to, enjoying the warm feeling
that begins to spread. Then I begin stroking the slick inner recesses--
I surprise myself by the heat there, and by the way my touch makes me
tremble.
Part of that is knowing that you're watching me. No blindfold allowed
for this.
I use my fingers to spread some of my moisture up to my clit, which
is swollen and stiff with excitement. I am still toying with my nipples,
first one, then the other, as I stroke myself with one finger. As the
pressure builds, I force myself to stop, though it is almost impossible--
I am about to come, and, oh, I want to, but I also want to save that for
you. In appreciation for being such an entertaining plaything.
I still haven't touched your cock, and looking at you reminds me how
much I'd like to. I arrange myself so that I am kneeling between your
legs, and I take you in my mouth. The direct approach, you see.
And you know I love to lick you, to tease you, to hear the sounds you
make as I excite you further. I take you in my mouth as deeply as I can,
guiding you in with my hands that are still wet with my own moisture.
I feel your body move as I fuck you with my mouth, pausing occasionally
to draw my tongue over the head, to grasp you with my hands, or to
stroke down behind your balls.
I won't make you come, not this way, but it is delicious to have this kind
of power over you. The power to please, or the power to torment. I
prefer to please and to torment, I think.
Abruptly I let you slide from my mouth, just as I know your excitement
is building. I move up between your legs to take one of your nipples in
my mouth again. Your cock brushes against the valley between my
breasts, and my nipples are stimulated by the feel of the coarse, curly
hair there.
You are ready for me, I know, and I am almost ready for you. I straddle
you and lower myself so that your cock is situated not inside me but along
my cunt, so I can use you as I please. I guide you with my hands, stroking
my clit with the tip of your cock, moving my hips so that I can feel the
entire length of you. I move back and forth, exciting myself almost to
orgasm again, until I realize that you are moving with me.
You're ready. You are, and so am I. But one last thing--
Ignoring your sigh of disappointment, I move myself up so that your mouth
can meet me with ease. You know what is expected of you, and you seize
the opportunity, licking me and forcing your tongue into me as I caress
my breasts again. I imagine that you can taste me, and I wonder vaguely
whether you like it, but it is difficult to concentrate on any coherent
thoughts as you begin to suck on my clit.
Oh, and I know I have to move soon, because I don't want to come until
you're inside me. You know that sometimes I move away after I've come,
because the pleasure is simply too intense. This time, though, I retreat
beforehand, and it is pure torture.
I don't care about being in charge anymore--I have to get you inside me.
I resume my position of earlier and come down hard upon you. As soon
as you are within me I begin to come. Can't help it. I've been ready for
a long time, now. I'm not moving yet. Just the feel of your cock, hard
and solid, is enough.
You're smiling at me. I'm not sure I like the smugness of that smile,
my love. As soon as the last tremors of my orgasm subside, I move
away from you, slowly, and let your cock slide out of me. Your look
of deprivation assures me that you have been adequately reminded
who is on top.
Good. Such reminders can be neccessary sometimes.
But I have to smile at your eagerness, an eagerness that I share. I
take you inside me again, feeling you deep, moving slowly, agonizingly
slowly, onto and off of your cock. I move as you would want me to,
because now I am concerned not so much with controlling you as pleasing
you.
And usually your hands would come to my hips, guiding me, moderating
the speed of my motions. I retain some control, then, as I fuck you,
placing my hands on your chest to caress your skin. Your hips are coming
up to meet mine, and I make no protest. It's time.
The feeling of pressure begins to build inside me again as you move with
me, and I am coming again. Now I am the one who is helpless, because at
this moment I am lost to the feeling of release and the rocking of your
body.
After I recover somewhat, I resume my motions in earnest, and I know
that you are about to come as well. I know the signs by now. I increase
the attention to your chest, stroking the skin there, gently massaging
you and feeling the hardness of your nipples. As your body stiffens
and your orgasm begins, I squeeze your nipples, hard, and I know that
I have pleased you. I can feel your body moving, hear your breath and
your surprised gasps, and I can feel you, hot and explosive inside me.
I bend to kiss your nipples as you begin to relax. The stiffness leaves
your body as you thrust up to meet me for a last few times, and my
hands come up to your face to caress you as I lay my body against
yours for the first time since we began.
I think you would put your arms around me if you could. Soon.
Soon--right now I want to lie and listen to your heartbeat. And
remember that it was I who caused this. And remember who is
in charge.
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Summer Love
I was lying back on purple satin sheets, with a full moon bathing the
room in its soft glow, a warm summer breeze gently flowing over my lightly
tanned skin and the tinkling sound of wind chimes soothing both body and
soul. I stretched my arms out over my head, feeling my breasts rising with
every breath, little goose bumps covering my flesh, and my nipples
thickning with every heartbeat. My legs were stretched out long, slightly
apart, tingling with anticipation.
The kisses started ever so softly at first - barely noticeable, little
warm puffs of breath against the insides of my thighs. My back arched with
the sensuous feeling of my flesh being sucked between soft, warm lips.
Hands gliding over my hips and belly and over the swell of my breasts,
moving ever so gently over sensitive nipples. I sighed as a wave of pleas-
ure shot through me, a flush of warmth moving into my vagina, bringing with
it a welcome ache of desire.
The kisses continued moving from one thigh to the other, creeping ever
closer to my pussy, teasing, tickling, telling me more was to come, but
later; there was time. With every kiss, every pulling motion of soft skin
between warm lips, every lick of a wet tongue across my sensitive skin, I
felt my breathing deepen, my heart pound harder, faster, and the surface of
my skin become more and more sensitive to nuances of touch.
Finally the kisses were on the edge of my pussy, sucking softly on the
skin in the crook of my leg, brushing the soft hair between my legs now
moist with pleasure. A kiss here, a kiss there, nibbling on my engorged
lips, sucking gently on the nub of my clitoris, slow, easy, taking me to
the edge, but never over, never high enough to let loose the explosive
passion that was aching to bust out of the calm, sensuous exterior I dis-
play so well.
The slow, playful attention felt so good. A deeply intense pleasure
was building gradually, filling my entire body with warmth as I edged ever
so slowly toward fulfillment. The long, full kisses on my vagina, kisses
that took in all of me - sucking gently the flesh of my pussy, rolling
around and around, tongue-probing me, teasing me, entering me again and
again as I arched my back and spread my legs ever further, opening myself
up for an even deeper embrace.
I expected the end to come in a rush, but instead there was a pro-
tracted sense of pleasure that seemed to suspend me in a timeless void
where all I felt was one long sweeping wave of pleasure that began in my
vagina and radiated out, flooding my entire body. It wasn't the pulsing
explosion I expected; it lingered, seeming never to end.
And when it was over, I reached down and pulled that beautiful face,
blonde hair all mussed up, toward mine and held that warm body close to me,
burying my face between two soft breasts and thanking my lover for the
wonderful gift of pleasure.
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New Best Friends
We had met Carol and Jim at the party on Friday night. They
seemed like such a cute couple. We exchanged phone numbers and
promised to get together for dinner and good conversation in the
near future. You really thought Carol was cute and frankly I did
too. I guess I've always wanted to make love to a woman and she
was just the type that attracted me...small, cute, beautifully
shaped breasts...she seemed like a little doll. We even
fantasized with each other before we went to sleep that
night...but it was just fantasy. The next day Carol called and
invited us over to their mountain home for some nice
conversation. Somehow as we drove up the hill, I had a funny
sense of anticipation...this was not going to be a normal type of
get together. When we arrived, Carol answered the door and was
clad only in a short terrycloth robe and had on white lace
stockings and white bikini pants. Her robe was not pulled
tightly around her and when she leaned forward I could see the
nipples on her beautiful breasts. She invited us into the living
room where Jim was sitting also in a robe. I had the feeling
that he had nothing on underneath. Carol showed us around their
beautiful home and then we all sat in the living room talking.
Jim then uncrossed his legs and let his robe fall partially open.
I caught sight of a beautifl huge cock that was semi erect.
Carol was sitting by you and I noticed that as she talked she
would occasionally put her hand on your leg and stroke upwards
towards your groin. I could tell that you were getting excited
and wondering what they had in mind. Carol then got up and
turned the TV/vidio on and there was a really sexy X-rated movie
playing. Carol and Jim began to comment on the scenes and
talking about their fantasies. Then they asked us what ours
were. I found myself telling them that I had always wanted to
make love to another woman....I felt that I really understood the
female body and could please a woman...maybe even better than a
man. With that I saw Jim open his legs further and move his hand
down to stroke his cock. It seemed that the thought of two women
making love really turned him on. Carol said "ooooooh...that
sounds like fun"! Carol then suggested that I come upstairs with
her while she checked on something. When we got upstairs, she
invited me to change into a robe she had and to take a shower if
I wanted to. By now I was sure that something was going to
happen but I didn't know how far everything would go. I was
tired and decided that the shower would give me a few minutes to
collect my thoughts. I stood under the warm, running water and
tried to imagine making love to her and possibly being made love
to by Jim. It sounded exciting and taboo. I finally stepped out
of the shower and as I was drying off, I caught sight of Carol
watching me in the mirror. She came over to me, took the towel,
and began to gingerly dry me off taking great time and pleasure
in rubbing my breasts. Then she lowered her head an$ began
sucking on them with great passion. I could feel myself getting
instantly dripping wet. She then handed me a robe and suggested
that we join you and Jim downstairs. I wondered what you two
guys had been talking about while we were gone. You were still
fully dressed and Carol went over immediately to you and began
undoing your shirt. Your wonderful hairy chest looked so good in
the subdued lighting and I could see the buldge in your pants
begin to rise. Jim meanwhile joined me on the thick, plush
carpet and opened my robe. He began to suck on my breasts and
his hands quickly found my wet pussy. He quickly entered it and
began to rub my "G" spot with an intensity that I thought would
make me come immediately. By now Carol had you down to your cute
bikini shorts and when she lowered those, I saw your wonderful,
huge cock was sticking straight out and fully erect. She sat you
down on the couch and then kneeled between your legs. She took
your wonderful cock between her lips and then began to suck on
you with a passion. I saw your eyes close and thought that you
were so excited you might come too quickly. Then you opened your
eyes and looked at me....I smiled to let you know that strangely
I didn't feel jealous but instead was really enjoying watchi[5your
reaction to this cute woman enjoying your wonderful cock.
Meanwhile...Jim was going down on me and he really knew what he
was doing. But I didn't want to come yet...I wanted to make all
this excitement last a little longer. Suddenly Carol stopped and
stood up. She led you over to us and you both laid down next to
Jim and I. Then she mounted you on top and you slipped your very
erect penis inside of her. She began to move very slowly and
then began to pick up speed. She moved her hips faster and
faster and you closed your eyes in ecxtasy. I knew you were
close to coming.
I saw her hips move faster and faster and then I saw your back
arch up as you began to shoot all your wonderful love juices into
her. You moaned loudly as the energies flowed into her. Then I
saw your body totally relax as she still sat astride you. I knew
she hadn't come yet. Carol then looked over at Jim and I and
leaned down to take a breast of mine into her sweet mouth. You
then got up and came to the other side of me. Each of you had
one of my breasts in your mouth while Jim frantically sucked and
licked my clit. I had never had such exciting sexual
attention....but all I could think of was making love to Carol.
I finally rolled over and gently pushed Carol onto her back. I
briefly kissed her sweet breasts then lowered myself between her
legs. I began to slowly and sensously kiss her clitoris. I knew
that you and Jim were watching us intently and Jim moved where I
could see him begin to stroke his now erect penis. Soon he moved
behind me and positioned himself against me. He reached down and
placed his wonderfully hard penis inside of me and immediately
began hard, deep thrusting. You came over and began to kiss
Carol's lips and breasts while I continued to kiss her sweet,
small pussy. Soon she began to moan and she was thrusting her
wetness upwards into my face. I felt and tasted her juices all
over my lips, cheeks and chin. Suddenly she let out a very loud
moan and lifted up. Her whole body seemed momentarily rigid and
then she began to shudder. Then it seemed she couldn't be
still...I increased the intensity of my tongue on her clit and
she began wildly moving around in an effort to escape the intense
feelings of pleasure and almost pain of cumming and pressure on
her clit. I wouldn't stop. Finally she relaxed and fell back on
the carpet. Soon I felt Jim increasing his speed and hardness
and then I felt his hot wet juices squirting into my wet pussy.
I looked at you and saw that watching Jim fuck me was really
exciting to you. You leaned down and started kissing my lips as
Jim finished me in that doggy fashioned style. When Jim layed
down also exhausted, you mounted me and put my legs up on your
shoulders. You began to drive your cock deep into me with such a
speed and passion as we have never known. I reached up and began
to squeeze your nipples....your eyes closed in exctasy and I knew
you were very close to coming. I felt my own passions rising and
then I felt my nipples get hard and I began to come. My hips
were frantically rising up to meet yours as you continued to
pound into me. I came longer and harder than I have ever come
before and I knew that the sounds of my moans were driving you to
a peak of excitement. Then I heard you begin to whisper my name.
I squeezed your nipples even harder and I could feel you start to
shoot your wonderful love juices into me. It felt hot and wet
and I was surprised how wet we both were. We all laid back
exhausted and started to laugh. It felt so good and so right. We
all just laid together and hugged each other. Later that night
when we left, we promised to call each other for another get
together very soon.
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Tami and the Neighbor
Tami was a sweet little girl of thirteen. Brown-haired and brown-eyed,
she was quite a pretty sight. Mature, too. That's how this story came about...
Tami's next dorr neighbor's name was Ron. He was in his mid to late
twenties, and married to a gorgeous blonde. The families were quite good
friends, and since Tami's mother was a bit overprotective, whenever she went
out, she would want her daughter to go next door.
So, one day, Tami's mom went shopping, and she went next door to hang out
for a couple of hours. She knocked on the door, and it was promptly opened
by Ron. "Hi, Ron. My mom's going out. Can I come in?"
"Sure, Tami." She stepped in and Ron closed the door. As they walked to
the kitchen, Ron said, "I was just having something to drink. Want anything?"
"No, thanks. Where's Bonnie?"
"Oh, she's out. Buying clothes, or something. She won't be back for a
while. Have a seat." They both sat down at the kitchen table, Ron sipping from
a beer can. They talked for a bit, and soon there was a lull in the
conversation.
Tami broke the silence. "Hey, Ron. I think you're cute." It wasn't a
comment that was out of the ordinary. The two of them had a pretty silly
relationship, and joking around like this was pretty common.
"Well, I think you're cute, too."
"Yeah, well, I think you're a hunk."
"Yeah, well, I don't think you're a hunk!"
She giggled. "That's good. I didn't want to be." Ron smiled in response.
But this conversation made him think about something that had been disturbing
him for quite some time. Tami was getting quite good-looking, and over the
past few months, he had often found himself strongly attracted to her. Like
now.
She had just changed position on the chair, and was now hugging her knees.
Under her loose, white skirt, between her feet (which were slightly apart), he
could see her panties. He began to fantasize about her spreading her legs,
begging him to rub every inch of her body. Now he was getting hard.
She would sit in his lap...
"Hey, want to play checkers?" she asked. The question brought him out of
the trance with a suddenness that blew his mind. 'What am I thinking?' he asked
himself. 'I have a beautiful, intelligent, caring, fun wife, whom I love, and
yet this little girl drives me insane. Am I insane?' "No, checkers is to easy
and stupid. Play a game of chess with me."
"Okay," Ron obliged. He mentally beat down his hard-on - basically so that
she wouldn't notice, and also to satisfy himself that he was still thinking
reasonably. He got up to get the chess set.
Ron had tought Tami chess a few years ago when he moved here. Now, that
and checkers were their favorite pastimes. She had such an interest in them
(well, just chess now - apparently she now realized that nobody who's not a kid
plays checkers anymore). She was good too, but of course, Ron could kick her
ass any time he felt like it.
They set it up on a small table in the den. Ron let her take a few pieces
in the beginning, but then began to toughen up. The sight of her, beaming when
she captured his bishop, playfully angry when he took her knight, relieved
when she figured out how to save her queen from certain demise, set his mind
wandering again. She was...cute? Well, she always had been. Now she was more
like, lovely.
She had her chin in her hand, chewing her lip, as she thought about her
next move. "Ha, check!" She moved her queen into a diagonal line with his king.
"Ha, maybe not," he retorted, and took her queen with his remaining knight.
"Shit!" she said. "Shitshitshit!"
"Hey, watch your language, young lady," he chided. He really didn't mind
her speaking that way, and let it show, but it never sounded right coming
from one so young and, well, pretty.
He was going to let her win, but her last move was so thoughtless, he
couldn't now. Within fifteen minutes, she was in mate.
"Aaah! You won!"
Ron cracked his knuckles and smiled. "Yep. Another effortless victory for
the great Ron. Care to lose again, m'lady?"
"That's it." Tami came around the side of the table and tackled him. Ron
let himself fall backwards, with her on top. "You're a cheater," she
proclaimed.
He turned over so that she was under him. "Yeah, just how did I cheat?"
"I don't know. You did. You're a cheater."
Ron began to tickle the girl. "What did you call me?" he asked, as she
writhed under him. God, he loved the feel of her skin.
At that moment, he almost stopped, but thought, 'Well, we're just playing.
No harm in that.' They had, in fact, gotten into similar predicaments before.
Except that on those occasions, Ron wasn't hard as a rock. But he continued,
secretly enjoying her body. Secretly, as long as she didn't notice that bulge
in his crotch.
"I said, you're a cheater!" she managed, between spasms of laughter. She
reached behind her head and grabbed a pillow that had been lying on the floor.
Wielding it with two hands, she brought it down in an arc on Ron's head.
"Ohhh..." he moaned, and collapsed on top of her. His head rested on Tami's
stomach, right below her breasts.
"Get...off!" Tami groaned, as she struggled to free her lower body from the
crushing weight of Ron's torso. The older man acted as if he was dead, his body
completely limp. Finally, when she managed to free herself, he grabbed her
calf and pulled her back towards him. Then, when she was on her back, he
straddled her stomach and sat up.
She looked up at him, and asked, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The
question caught him completely off-guard. Why had she asked? Geez, because
my erection is staring her in the face, that's why! Suddenly he became very
nervous, like a kid caught masturbating in his room.
"Uh, yeah." He tried to act as normal as possible, but it was futile.
"Don't worry. I know, you're not supposed to do anything with a kid like
me, but I really like you, and I think about you a lot, and I've always wanted
you to touch me and stuff..."
"No." It was his logical side speaking, and it came out pretty harsh. But
then his horny side broke into the conversation and betrayed his true feelings.
"I mean, I really shouldn't. You're just a kid, and I'd get in a lot of
trouble."
"But you want to, right?" Tami put her hands on his hips. "Please? I won't
tell anyone. Let me touch it." She began to move her hands inwards towards his
jean-clad member.
He grabbed her wrists when they got too close. She smelled wonderful - her
perfume was driving him mad. Her long, brown hair formed a halo around her head
as she rested on the floor, and her big, dark eyes implored him to make a
decision. She was unmoving, giving him time to make this difficult choice.
Ron moved Tami's hands to his crotch.
"Thank you, Ron," she whispered, as her tiny fingers explored the shape of
his hardness. Ron's penis pulsed upon first contact, and an electric tingling
passed throughout his body. Her fingers moved fluidly over the member, making
it even more erect, until the tip poked out of Ron's pants.
"Ooh!" Tami exclaimed, surprised to see the penis itself. She touched it
with her fingertips, but there really wasn't much to feel. She fumbled with
Ron's buttonfly until he relieved her and opened it himself. "It's so big!"
she gasped, gazing at it through taut jockey shorts. With both hands, Tami
pulled down on Ron's underwear, letting his erection fall forward.
"Rub it, Tami," Ron said, and she used her right hand to stimulate his
shaft. His dick was so big, and her hand so small, that she couldn't even
reach all the way around. Her hand moved back and forth, and Ron began to make
involuntary pelvic jerks as his climax rose.
"Can I lick it, Ron?" Tami asked, tentatively.
"Yes - anything," was his terse reply. Before she could get out from under
him and into a more accomodating position, he leaned forward and pushed his
hard-on into her face. She moaned in agreement as he began to rub it on her.
A drop of pre-cum landed on her cheek, and was spread around by his thrusting.
Tami stuck out her tongue to the side, under the sliding erection, and moaned
again. Unable to say anything comprehensible, Tami contented herself with
wrapping it in her hands as it slid all over her face.
"In my mouth," she said, as she lifted it up.
Suddenly concerned, Ron asked, "Are you sure? It might be too big for you."
"I'll be alright," she replied in that sweet little-girl voice. "Just
don't put it in all the way, and take it out before you squirt, okay? I don't
want to choke." Tami sat up against the nearby couch, and Ron moved over to
her on his knees. He pressed his prick against her soft lips, and they parted
to take in his swollen, purple head. He could only get two or three inches in
without hurting her, but it was enough to drive him wild.
Ron's eyes were shut, head turned upwards, while Tami's were wide open, as
if to verify that she really did have Ron's monster dick in her mouth. "Suck on
it, Tami. Use your lips and your tongue."
God! Her mouth was so small! He felt like he could never dislodge his penis
from this warm, wet dick trap. Then her tongue started working. Ron let out a
groan of pleasure, and felt his cock swell up inside with cum. It took an act
of determination to keep control and not suddenly spew in her throat.
Her hands came up, then, and wrapped themselves tightly around the base of
his member. They seemed to trap every sensation coarsing through his dick. Cum
would enter from his scrotum, and build up between his glans and her fingers.
"Tighter, Tami," he moaned. "Christ. I think it's going to burst soon."
Suddenly he felt the telltale sensation that he (or she?) had gone too far.
He had been hovering on the edge of orgasm for a long time, and now he lost his
balance, tumbling forward into ecstacy.
"I'm coming!" he announced, and pulled out of her mouth. An instant later,
he shot his load into her face, hot and sticky and the color of watered-down
milk. Tami rolled her eyes upward, and bathed in his orgasm. Ron's cock
undulated with each cream-shooting spasm, gradually growing weaker and less
frequent as he emptied his scrotum on Tami's face. He felt a deep aching at the
base of his cock from her fingers, and marvelled at how quickly she learned!
It was the most powerful orgasm he had had in weeks. Of course, it helped
that he hadn't had sex with his wife in a few days, but - he just realized
this - they even still had their clothes on!
Meanwhile, Tami had scooped a wad of cum from her cheek and had wormed her
hand down into her panties. She was working wildly down there, and her face
showed it. Cum was dribbling down from her top lip to her lower, and into her
mouth. Her eyes were half shut, and she was oblivious to Ron's presence.
What a sight she was! Ron simply stared at the girl as she played with
herself, his softened prick pointing to her breasts. She would rub herself
with her right hand, then stick one or more fingers in. (It was happening under
her skirt, but he could tell by the way she was moving and by the sounds.)
Her breathing was heavy, fingers moving furiously, thighs quivering slightly.
Tami was coming. She continued to finger herself throughout the orgasm, and
stopped when it was over. Eventually her eyes opened, and she looked up at
Ron, who now had a hard-on thanks to the show.
Tami blushed. It wasn't masturbating in front of him that embarrased her,
but rather the fact that she had paid no attention to him, and he had watched
her like a curious parent who had opened the door at the wrong time. "Sorry,"
was all she could manage.
"For what? I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I just wish I could have helped."
"You did!" she pleaded. "Your thing in my mouth made me so horny. I've
touched myself before, but I never felt like doing this!" She hugged him. "It
was wonderful, Ron. Let's do it again."
"No, let's do something else. I want to fuck you. Let's go upstairs."
He put his hard-on back into his shorts, and carried her up into his room.
To be continued...
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Tracy and Billy -- Naked Passion
Was I supposed to feel guilty? Probably. Was I feeling guilty? No.
Definitely not.
Tracy stood on the crest of a rolling sand dune. Behind her, a full moon drew
a streak of silver light across the ocean and cast alluring shadows over her
body.
Tracy pulled her tennis shirt up over her head, tossing her long hair over her
bare shoulders. She cupped her breasts and then slid her hands along her
torso, her fingers easing into her unzipped shorts, peeling them down. I
sensed the presence of her pussy although I couldn't see it in the protective
shadow of her hips.
"What are you doing, Billy?" she whispered, the crash of a powerful breaker
nearly drowning her words. "Are you getting hard?" Tracy turned sideways and
raised her arms above her head. Her fingers danced together for a while, then
came back to her breasts as though her own body was such a temptation that she
had difficulty resisting it herself. I know I did. "Can your cock get hard
when you just look at me? Or do you need more?"
Tracy came over to find out for herself. She dropped to her knees and leaned
forward, landing on her elbows so her face stopped about a foot from my cock.
Her hair lay ticklish across my thighs. "I'd say," Tracy whispered, running
her fingertips along my cock. "This is very, very hard."
Tracy turned around, down on all fours, tempting me with her sexy laugh as she
wriggled her ass and backed towards me. Her hanging breasts dangled
deliciously. Coming on her from behind, I grasped her slim hips, felt her
taut stomach and imagined her working these muscles in daily aerobic
exercises. She had that kind of hard body. Lean, strong, passionate. I felt
inside her thighs and Tracy spread her knees further apart for me, digging
into powdery sand. She was so wet that my fingers slipped over her labia and
effortlessly entered her. She writhed and made beautiful, quiet sounds as I
penetrated her.
"What I would really like, Billy," she said softly, still moving her rump, "is
your tongue. Can I have your tongue, Billy?"
Sometimes just hearing Tracy's voice could make me come. I got myself
situated faceup beneath her, the back of my head on the sand. My hands spread
across her thighs and urged her pussy onto my mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed,
"lick me, Billy. Mmmmm....your tongue...." She sat upright so that her silky
smooth slit was against my mouth. Her fingers interlocked with mine atop her
thighs, squeezing as my tongue pressed firmly against her clit.
She tasted so sweet and warm. When I stuck my tongue into her gap, she
writhed wildly and pressed down for more. Her pussy spread across my mouth,
offering it all. "Oh, God, Billy, do it to me like that!" I kept penetrating
her channel with my tongue, sucking against her folds so that her clit popped
back and forth under the pressure. Tracy tightened her grip on my hands.
"I'm going to touch myself," she warned. "But don't let me do it! Don't let
me get that wild!" She didn't want to let go of my hands, afraid of what she
might do.
But I wanted her to. I turned my mouth from her pussy and Tracy gasped. She
pushed her cunt back toward my mouth and smeared my cheek with her juices.
"BILLY! Billy?" she moaned, "Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop." Her
fingers moved over my face, trying to bring me back to her slit. "Billy!..."
I grasped her wrists, and her forearms tensed in protest. I tried to make her
touch herself. She groaned deeply as her will broke down; her fingers brushed
across her pubic hair and slid into the slick lines of her seam.
"Right there," I directed her, placing her fingertips on her labia. Tracy
tilted her head back and thrust her breasts and hips forward, offering herself
to me once again. Her fingers slowly spread her pussy, showing me how much
she wanted to give it to me. When her pink seam was stretched out in front of
me, I went back on her with a probing tongue, licking across her clit, having
Tracy hold herself that way until she came in a tight rush. Her entire body
shook with ecstasy.
She collapsed beside me on the soft sand, breathless, sides heaving,
perspiring. "Why do you get me so crazy like that, Billy? You get me so
hot."
I tried to guage by the position of the moon how long I'd been gone. Hard to
say; I only pretended to know that navigator stuff anyway. I kissed Tracy's
forehead and reached for my gym shorts. "I'd better go."
"But you didn't come," she pouted weakly.
"Next time." I brushed off the sand and went running across the dunes. When
I reached the steps to my house I saw my wife inside reading the newspaper.
"Have a good run?" she called out. The screen door banged shut behind me.
"Not bad. I'm gonna take a shower," I replied.
Should I have felt guilty? Maybe. Did I feel guilty? No. No way.
Tracy worked as a waitress in one of those trendy chain restaurants, a place
with a multipage menu bound in vinyl, with entrees sorted under separate
headings: Pasta, Burgers, Oriental, etc. I'd eaten in these places from
Florida to D.C. and the stuff tasted exactly the same at each locale.
(There's something scary about that, I'm just not sure what.)
Most of the waitresses were cute and flirty, like Tracy. Her uniform was a
white tennis shirt tucked into a black skirt. The pretty lines of her bra
showed through her top and the outline of her nipples pressed visibly through
both bra and shirt, especially when the restaurant had the air conditioning
going full tilt.
Tuesday afternoon, I was back at Tracy's restaurant having lunch alone at one
of her tables. Tracy must have told the hostess that she and I had something
going, because the hostess - not too bad looking herself - gave me a knowing
glance as she led me to the table and laid that monstrous menu in my lap.
Tracy brought me a drink without bothering to ask what I wanted. It was a new
beer, something Asian that wasn't selling well. "For free," Tracy teased,
"you'd better not complain." She nudged my elbow with her knee.
Just watching her made me want her. The way she moved from table to table,
very chatty and pleasant with everyone, even with the old card-club bitches
who she knew were only going to leave her a two-buck tip. I even liked seeing
her flirt with the businessmen. Tracy would lean over when it wasn't really
necessary, letting the front of her tennis shirt open up a bit so their eyes
could sneak peeks inside. She was casual about it. Everything she did was
pretty and alluring in a soapy-clean kind of way.
I took my time eating lunch, talking with Tracy and a few other waitresses who
had begun to know me by name (something I'd have to watch if my wife ever
wanted to come here).
Tracy got off work at three, at which time I followed her back to her
apartment. She lived in one of the two top-floor units in a small white
stucco building off Summerlin Road. She kept the windows cranked open 24
hours a day. As soon as we walked into the parquet-floored living room, she
flicked on the ceiling fan as automatically as most people turn on their
lights. But this was Tracy's style, free and breezy.
She flopped down on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. "I'm glad you came in
for lunch today. Usually I don't see you for a few days after we make it."
That wasn't a criticism, just an observation. I sat down and put her feet in
my lap, massaging them through her white socks. Tracy's skirt bunched up
around her thighs, and her pink cotton panties were just visible. I wanted to
let my hands glide up her legs, onto her pussy, but decided to wait.
"I was wondering," Tracy said. "Last night, when you got home...?" She
hesitated.
I pressed my thumbs firmly into the ball of her foot. "Yeah?"
"Did you make it with your wife?"
This was new territory for us. We'd discussed the fact that I was married,
but little else. I didn't want to lie and say my wife didn't understand.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Tracy said.
"No." I liked this. "I'll tell you." My eyes lingered on her breasts. In
the warm living room, her nipples no longer poked hard into her blouse, but I
could still sense their outline. "I didn't screw my wife last night." Tracy
thought that was funny. "What?"
"Nothing," she said, smiling, then broke into a laugh.
"What's so funny?" I laughed with her. Tracy was contagious that way.
"Nothing," she insisted. "Nothing at all." Her lips parted and accepted my
tongue. It was still a rush to be accepted into her mouth like that. A
French kiss was always the first hurdle of seduction; it told you more and
better things were coming your way. My hand went inside her shirt, lifted her
bra and fondled her warm breast. My cock got hard in a hurry, and it pressed
against her thigh through my pants.
"Today he wants to come," Tracy murmured sexually. "He's going right at it
today." She raised her hips so I could pull down her underwear. She kept her
ankles locked together for a second, making me struggle to get her panties all
the way off. But once I freed her of them, her teasing was over. She
unhooked her skirt and peeled it away from her pussy. She hoisted her legs up
so that her ankles locked at my back.
"Yeah, Billy. Mmmm, feel that cock," she moaned, fingering my shaft, moving
her hips until I was in her, thrusting straight down into her pussy, where she
was so wet and hot and slick. Our mouths pressed together, tongues slipping
back and forth, smothering our moans. Tracy bucked, riding with me as she
squeezed her pussy in tight little spasms. "You're right on my clit, Billy,"
Tracy gasped quietly, "right there!" She reached down and spread herself even
further.
My cock may have only gone an extra half inch into her, but the explicitness
of her words and touch made it seem like so much more. It was this sort of
thing that she did, the sometimes subtle - or not so subtle - act that spurred
me on. "That's it!" Tracy cried. "Fill me up, Billy! Stretch my pussy out!
Ooooohhhh, fuck me, yeah baby, fuck me!"
I pulled my dick back to the outer lips of her folds. My glans throbbed in
the clasp of her pussy. Feeling dizzy, I took a deep breath.
"Don't stop, Billy! Don't...."
I fired back into her and Tracy shuddered. Her tongue pressed into my mouth,
tasted me hungrily, and then withdrew as she gasped. "I'm coming, Billy! Oh,
yesss! RIGHT NOW!!!" Our bodies slapped together. Pressure rose in my cock.
A tightness surged through my entire body. "Now, Billy! Now!" She hit her
peak, trembling, little mewing noises coming from deep within her, and I was
right there with her. Drawing hard, tight breaths, thrusting through her
come, I felt the strain burning in my cock. I shot off inside her, hot spasms
of pleasure coursing through my body like rapid fire.
"I think talking about your wife turns you on," Tracy said as we lay side by
side on the sofa, still sticky from our sex. Our clothes were in a tangle
around us. "All I had to do was mention her and your cock got hard. I think
that by us talking about her, it makes you see her in a new light. It changes
her without really changing her. It makes her more exciting."
This was something else I loved about younger women. They liked to analyze,
loved to play armchair psychologist, little Dr. Ruths and Siggy Freuds.
"Because you still love her, don't you?"
"Sure." It was easy to be honest with Tracy. There was nothing to lose.
There were no expectations between us; we were friends who had sex.
"But sometimes you have sex, and its boring? You just do it to be doing it?"
"Do it to be doing it?" I thought about that one. "OK, sure. Sometimes."
Tracy laid her head on my stomach. "Does she suck you? Will she suck you
off...all the way off...in her mouth?"
"Yes"
"And does she let you come on her tits? Will she wrap her tits around your
cock and fuck you with them, if you want? Will she lie there, pose for you,
and let you squirt all over her tits?"
Her questions created images -- explicit images -- of my wife in my head.
Things Karen and I had done together in the past, acts that had become routine
now, seemed so hot as I talked about them with Tracy. Tracy reached for the
phone and started dialing.
"What are you doing?"
She smiled. The phone rang two, three times.
Someone answered, a woman's voice. "Hello?" Tracy held the phone closer so I
could hear. "Hello?" Jesus, it was Karen. She'd called my wife. Tracy
fondled my shaft. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Tracy smiled. Her thumb flicked across my glans and I was hard again in her
hand. I pressed shut my jaw to keep from making any sound. "Hello?! " Karen
was becoming perturbed now. Tracy's hand flashed up and down my cock. I felt
as though I was already about to come.
A click over the phone told me Karen had hung up. I gasped aloud. Tracy
pumped my cock and started dialing again. "What the hell are you doing?" Her
hand felt so good. My cock was straining.
"I want you to hear your wife's voice while I make you come."
"No!!" I reached for the phone and hit the hook, cutting off the line.
Tracy smiled. "It turns you on, doesn't it? Being with me turns you on to
your wife. It cuts out the boredom." I leaned back and let Tracy do my cock
with both hands. She fondled my balls, made a tight loop of thumb and
forefinger and snapped it clean around my glans. She pursed her lips and
oozed warm saliva onto my rod while her hand continued to pump. "Last night,
after you left me, you went home and had sex with your wife, didn't you?"
I gasped, "No."
"Billy, you don't have to lie to me." She grasped my cock in both hands,
moving up and down, firm, steady beats. "You made it with her, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"After the shower," I began to say, straining to make the memory come back
through the cloud of pleasure Tracy had working on me now. "I went into the
living room. Karen was reading the newspaper. She didn't see I was naked at
first -- she just kept on reading. When she did see that I was undressed and
hard, she came over to me."
"She wanted it," Tracy commented, doing my cock. "I can see why she wanted
it, Billy. This nice..."
"I didn't undress her all the way, I just took down her shorts, had her get on
all fours..."
"Like how you went down on me."
"Yes. She wasn't wet, but she licked her fingers and got my dick and her
pussy wet enough to get me into her. We were both that turned on, and once I
was in her pussy she got wet in a hurry."
"And she came, didn't she? You made her come with your dick."
"Yes," I breathed, clutching Tracy's tit, on the verge of coming myself.
"More than once, didn't you? You made her come three times. And then you
withdrew because her pussy was getting sore. You rolled her onto her back,
knelt over her, put her hand on your cock, and the two of you got you off.
You shot your stuff all over her tits. One line of jism jumped up and got her
right here, didn't it?" Tracy ran a finger across her cheek. "Right here."
About to climax, I gasped, "How do you know?" I thrust my cock through her
hands. "HOW DO YOU KNOW?"
"Because I followed you home and watched through the windows. Karen said it
would be OK..." Tracy wrapped her mouth around my cockhead, flashed her
tongue, and sucked hard. I exploded in her mouth, reeling. My mind's eye was
shocked by the image of Tracy spying on me while I fucked my wife...and her
knowing about it!
Did I feel guilty? Should I have felt guilty? Not at all, it turns out!
And Tracy is now a regular guest in the king-size bed Karen and I share. Our
"affair", it seems, was planned quite purposefully by Karen and Tracy, and I
think I may well be the luckiest man alive!
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Young Innocence Lost
Beth and Erin became best friends the day they met in 7th grade.
It was Beth's first day at a new school and Erin's best friend had
moved away last year. Both girls had been inseparable for the
first part of the school year, but this was the first night that
Beth got to stay overnight at Erin's house. It was morning and
Erin's parents had left for work. With her brother away at
college, the girls were all alone at home. And since it was a
school holiday, they had the house to themselves.
Erin woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her
friend sleep. Beth's night shirt had crept above her waist and as
she lay still, Erin fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that
Beth was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could
clearly make out the outline of her fronds slit. She wasn't sure
why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It
was the same feeling that she got each time just before she played
with herself.
As she looked at Beth, she placed a hand in her own panties and
started to massage her little bud. This always brought her
pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she
wasn't alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired
her friends body. Beth was very cute; long blonde hair, big blue
eyes. Erin wondered if Beth ever played with herself like she was
doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but not
that.
Soon an overwhelming urge came overtook Erin to touch her friend
on that special spot. Even though she didn't know how Beth would
react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be
asleep so that she could claim it was not intentional, Erin allowed
her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Beth's crotch.
After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences,
she allowed it to brush against the cotton panties. Little by
little she became more brave, sure that Beth would not wake up and
scream or even worse.
Beth had lay awake, one eye just barely opened, concealed by her
hair. She watched as Erin, with her hand in her panties, played
with herself. She was relieved to know that she wasn't the only
girl that did this -- maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She
wished that Erin had lowered her pajamas before doing it so that
she could actually see what she was doing.
When Erin suddenly stopped playing with herself, Beth was afraid
that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and closed her eyes
tightly. But when she felt Erins' hand make contact between her
legs, she knew that wasn't the case. A little shiver of excitement
trickled through Beth's body as that first initial touch was felt.
That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She
wasn't expecting it from another girl, but right now that really
didn't matter. She was excited from watching Erin and that
overcame any sense of wrongdoing. Besides, she could just lay
there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened.
Erins' touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as
time went on and Beth didn't awake and protest, her touch got more
aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to
appear on Beth's panties and now she was so excited that she didn't
care if Beth did wake up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted the
waste band of Beths' panties and held them up while she slid the
other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tiny
patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with
one finger. After slightly inserting it she commenced a circular
motion around the girls' clit with her thumb.
Beth was sure she couldn't pretend to be asleep much longer. The
tingles of electricity that she had felt had turned to bolts of
lightning as Erins' finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt.
Slowly, instinctively, she began to rotate her hips in a circular
motion in response to Erins' continuing massage of her clit.
Sensing that her pretending to be asleep was serving no purpose
except to diminish her enjoyment of the experience, Beth opened her
eyes, smiled at her friend and said softly, "Ummm... that really
feels good."
"I am glad you like it. I wasn't sure you would. I don't know why
I started doing this, but I just wanted to."
Beth responded by pulling her panties off and spreading her legs
apart to give Erin more freedom between her legs and a sort of
unspoken permission to proceed. Erin buried a finger in Beth's
cunt and started pumping it in and out.
Beth, now discarding her charade of being only a passive
participant, reached inside Erin's pajama bottoms. Erin wasn't
wearing panties. She found the moist slit with her finger and
commenced to give Erin the same type of pleasure that she was
receiving.
"The only thing that would make this better is if we had a boy here
with us.", said Beth.
"Like, really. Except the boys I know would blab all over school.
Or, you could end up like Melissa Harris -- pregnant!"
"Yeah... you ever done it with a boy?", Beth asked.
"No. Almost did but my brother came home from school early and
messed everything up. Have you?"
"No, but when the time is right I want to. I just want to know
what it feels like... I mean, you are making me feel better than
anything I have had yet.", replied Beth
Suddenly Erin stopped. "You wait right there. Don't move!", Erin
ordered as she got up from the bed, went to the dresser and reached
way behind a drawer. Carrying something white and folded into the
bathroom, she told Beth that she would be right back.
The five minutes seemed like an eternity for Beth until the
bathroom door opened and Beth received the second biggest surprise
of the morning. Erin had slicked back her already short brown
hair, parted it on the side and had it combed in a boys style. She
was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of boy's jockey shorts. Her big
brown eyes gave her the look of a young boy that could have been
her twin. Sensing the question on her friends face, Erin explained
"These used to be my brothers a few years ago. I rescued them
before Mom threw them out. Sometimes I sleep in them -- it turns
me on."
"Wow!", Beth exclaimed as she looked at her friend in amazement.
If she didn't know better, she would swear she was looking at a 7th
grade boy standing before her in his underwear. She felt her cunt
start to really itch as she admired her friend's ingenuity.
"And that's not all." said Erin as she pulled her jockey shorts
down in the front and revealed about five inches of a double-headed
dildoe protruding from her cunt lips, the other half buried deeply
in her hole. "I never thought I would get to use both sides of
this at once, but if you're as hot as I am, we need to do it like
now!"
As she walked over to the bed, holding the thing to keep it from
shooting out from between her legs, Beth reached out to touch it
and examine the device. It was made of a soft, and slightly rigid
vinyl. The head was just like the drawings she had seen in her sex
ed book, and she could imagine that it was probably pretty close
to the real thing in size and shape. "Got it from a mail order
place last summer.", Erin explained. "I guess if we don't have
a boy, this is the next best thing."
Beth was a little apprehensive about allowing the thing up her
cunt. She had put things like that up there before, but it was
always her in control. But her fear started to subside as her
friend reassured her, "It's okay. You'll feel great when it is in
you."
With that, Erin removed the dildoe from her cunt and turned it
around, placing the head that had been in her cunt, now slippery
wet, over the opening to her friends hole. The lubricant on the
head of the plastic dick and the wetness of Beth's cunt caused the
head to pop in with a minimum of resistance. Beth lay on her back
with her legs spread obscenely, her knees resting against the
budding little mounds on her chest as Erin worked the cock in and
out of her to get her adjusted to it. When she felt that it was
properly in and not going to be painful for Beth, she positioned
herself between Beth's spread legs. Once again she pulled down the
front of the jockey shorts she was wearing and expertly inserted
the other half of the dildoe in her own cunt.
Slightly, she pumped her hips, allowing the dick to sink first into
her hole and then into Beth's. Beth was still spread with her
hands behind her knees holding herself open, afraid to resist in
the least. Soon both girls were pumping their hips in opposite
rhythm until the cock was completely swallowed between both of
their cunts. Their pussies were rubbing together as Erin humped
Beth, continuing the role of the boy as Beth, now engulfed in
lustful abandon, wrapped her legs tightly around Erin, digging her
heels into her friends pumping ass. "Fuck me, you slut!" Beth
cried to her friend, "Bury that cock of yours in me all the way!"
As Erin pumped and her cunt would tighten, the slippery dildoe
would shoot all the way into Beth's cunt. And as Beth pumped back,
Erin would feel the thing thrust against the back of her hole.
The girls had the dick so deeply buried into them that their clits
were rubbing together and it didn't take long until both girls
shuddered into ecstacy, juices flowing from their cunts and down
the crack of Beth's ass.
The girls collapsed in exhaustion, their slippery toy now
glistening as it lay cast aside on the bed. They kissed each other
passionately feeling the kind of devotion that only one young girl
could feel for another, having traded their youthful innocence for
passion.
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CHEMICAL ANALYSIS
Element: Woman
Symbol: Wo
Discoverer: Adam
Quantitative Anaylsis: Accepted at 36-24-36, though isotopes ranging from
25-10-25 to 60-55-60 have been identified.
Occurance: Found wherever Man is, but seldom in the highly
reactive, energetic singlet state. Surplus quantities
in all urban areas.
Physical Properties: Undergoes spontaneous dehydrolysis (weeps) at
absolutely nothing and freezes at a moments notice.
Totally unpredictable. Melts when properly treated,
very bitter if not well used. Found in various
states, ranging from virgin metal to common ore.
Non-magnetic, but attracted to money and sports
cars. In its natural shape, the specimen varies
considerably, but it is often changed artificially
so well that the change is indiscernable except
to the experienced eye.
Chemical Properties: Has great affinity for Au, Ag, and C, especially
in the crystalline form. May give violent reaction
if left alone. Will absorb great amounts of food
matter. Highly desired reaction is initiated with
various reagents such as C(2)-H(5)-OH, and sexy
aftershave lotions. An essential catalyst is often
required (you must say you love her at least five
times daily). Reaction accelerates when in the
dark and all reaction conditions are suitable.
Extremely difficult to react if in the highly stable
pure form. Yields to pressure applied at the correct
points. The reaction is highly exothermic.
Storage: Best results are obtained between the ages of 18 and
25 years.
Uses: Highly ornamental. Used as a tonic for low spirits.
Used on lonely nights as a heating agent - if properly
prepared.
Tests: Pure specimens turn rosy tint if discovered in raw,
natural state.
Turns green if placed beside a better specimen.
Caution: Most powerful reducing agent known to Man (income and
ego). Highly explosive in inexperienced hands.
Specimen must be used with great care if experiments
are to succeed.
NOTE: It is illegal to possess more than one permanent
specimen, though a certain amount of exchange is
permitted
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