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18 Wheel Voyeur (24 March 2008)

I am writing this in hopes that the couple in the Black BMW-X3 read this and know how much I appreciated they show they put on Saturday Feb 12, 2005.

Now I will explain to anyone else that happens to read this. I am a truck driver, big 18-wheeler. I normally from Iowa, to Michigan two to three times a week. Saturday morning, I was heading back from Iowa, to Michigan. It was early so there was little traffic. I was mumbling to myself about how people don't appreciate the work we do, and really wondering why I do this job. Away from home 4 – 5 days, dealing with traffic, weather, long hours, sleeping in my truck 3 – 4 nights.

I was driving, complaining to my self, and checking out the seat covers in the few cars that passed by that early in the morning. In February, it is still too cold for the short skirts, shorts and skimpy tops, so there really isn't a lot to see, but you still look, hoping to see a pretty woman at least.

I was traveling East on I-88 in Illinois, approximately mile marker 50, when I noticed a Black BMW SUV coming up behind me, and what looked like a blond in the passenger seat. As the BMW passed, adjusted my position to get a better view as they went by. I was right. Sitting in the passenger seat was a very attractive woman, long blond hair, white blouse under a dark jacket, and a dark skirt. I would guess mid to late 20's. She had her head lying back on the headrest, eyes closed. As she passed she opened her eyes, and we made eye contact. As our eyes met, shed smiled, and then her cheeks began to blush. I could see she was turning red as if she had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

Victoria to Gravesend Service (22 March 2008)

It’s a crowded train, in fact it's standing room only. All the seats are taken and people are pressing against each other. You’ve been on the train since Victoria station and on this hot summer day, the temperature inside the carriage is rising. People are becoming hot and sweaty, and all around you there are people who are growing irritated. As the train pulls into the next stop even more people get on board, the squash becomes immense.

As I get on board and I can see no where to go, I manage to squeeze myself on and pull the door shut, but find myself jammed between the door and a woman’s back - yours.

The train pulls off, lurching due to the weight of the people and my body weight gets thrown forward, pressing into your back. I catch the scent of your hair and a try to pull back giving you a bit more space to move, but there is no where to go. As the train builds up speed the rolling movement causes you to rub my groin, and despite myself I find I am becoming aroused. The train lurches suddenly and I press my growing erection into your bottom, your neck muscles stiffen and I know that you have felt it. But instead of pushing me away you start to rotate your hips massaging it, until my erection strains painfully on the inside of my trousers.

I still am unsure whether this is an accident, or whether you are doing it on purpose, so I lower my arms to protect and hide my erection. The train lurches again and comes to a sudden halt, and an announcement over the Tanoy says we will be held here for some time whilst engineering works take place. As the people in the carriage groan I start to look at what you are wearing.

Two Exhibitionists Meet (20 March 2008)

11:11AM ExhibitionistTom meets Gothic_Noir.

Recently I had to go to New Jersey on business. When my work was done I decided to disappear for awhile. I turned off my cell phone, and a bus ride later I arrived in a mid-sized city I had never been to before. No one knew me or cared. I rented a hotel room and relaxed for the first time in a couple of weeks.

After three days of sleeping and eating I was getting antsy. I hadn't even been able to expose myself to the maid. She always cleaned up while I was gone. The weather had turned warm and my cock wanted to get out into the sunshine. If I don't show it to someone for awhile it starts to pout. Then the wet dreams start. I was getting very horny.

I had very little clothing with me. I had nothing to wear for an exhibitionism adventure.

I decided to see what I could find here in this lovely town. Adventures are everywhere.

During my time in town I had noticed a Department Store with Sports Wear in the window. After having lunch at a nearby Food Court, I went looking for some shorts. I planned on cutting out the netting so my cock would swing free. I have several shorts at home that I use for this purpose. When I entered the sports wear department, I noticed two sales women talking. One of them left the store. Luckily for me the beautiful Japanese one stayed at the counter. She was about 5'5" or 5'6" tall with long, hair the color of a rich Burgundy wine and beautiful brown eyes.

Anna CNFM (18 March 2008)

A few years ago I was going with a very pretty blonde named Anna. She had a secret I was not aware of. She always had difficulty climaxing during straight intercourse. She would fake a climax and was good at it. After a couple of weeks I noticed she always climaxed just as I did. I thought she might have been faking it. When I confronted her with my suspicions she admitted she was faking it. She said she would masturbate after I went to sleep or went home. She said she hardly ever reached a climax except by masturbating. I told her I would love to watch her masturbate. She said she had never told anyone about her problem and sure, as hell had never been watched while masturbating,

I told her that I started playing with my cock many years ago and I loved to be watched. She said she had never seen a man jack-off. After quite a bit of talking and pleading she agreed to a mutual masturbation session.

Only I had to go first while she was fully clothed and would be allowed to call it off if she felt like it.

Being an exhibitionist who loved to jack off I readily agreed. We set a date for the next Saturday night.

On Saturday afternoon I completely shaved my cock and balls and around my asshole as well. I wanted to be fully exposed in front of her. On Friday I had stopped at an adult bookstore and bought a bottle of Astroglide and a large flesh like dildo about ten inches in length that became bigger towards the base, it had a head about the size of a golf ball. I already owned a vibrator with several attachments. I packed everything into an overnight bag.

I showed up at her apartment about eight o’clock. I was wearing Levi’s and a pull over shirt and without underwear. I could be naked in about fifteen seconds

A Flasher Bares All (16 March 2008)

When a male exhibitionist is “at work” he gets hot and horny causing the pre-cum to start flowing, so it is best to wear black. Pre-cum is too obvious when wearing light colored jeans. I bought a pair of black, lightweight jeans. Which I took to a local cleaning and tailoring shop to be cut down to a 4-inch inseam.

(My cock is about six inches when flaccid, so if you do this, test first. You may want a shorter or longer inseam.)

It was near closing time when I picked up the altered jeans, there were no other customers in the store. The tailor and her assistant were standing around smoking and talking. I asked if I could try them on. I was directed to the dressing room. One wall of the store was all mirrors. When I stepped into the dressing room I noticed the two women could see me in the mirror if I left the door open. So, I "absentmindedly" left the door open.

I removed my jeans and slowly put on the shorts. I could here the women whispering and giggling. I removed the shorts and took my time putting my jeans back on. When I returned to the counter to pay for the work, both women were standing there with big smiles on their faces. They didn’t make any comments as I paid and left.

11:11 P.M. Redeye Flight (14 March 2008)


She hoped there wasn't a lot of turbulence on the flight. She had never been in the air, much less a cross-country flight, so she feared the idea of the jet pumping around without explanation.

Kendra tried to flatten down her hardened nipples on her heavy breasts as she stood in front of the airport mirror. It made her look like a sailor slut, and while she loved sex, it wasn't the look she was going for. She was in the military, for crying out loud. "Sailor slut" -- what her bunk mate had called her after their lips-n-clits encounter during the fourth week of boot camp. She walked out of the restroom, her heavy shoes clunking down the terminal, trying to not dwell on that night.

He really didn't like the idea of turbulence, either. On a nighttime flight, it was rare. Cool skies, he knew. He had jumped out of planes, dove into foreign waters to diffuse mines, and been in firefights with America's enemies and never feared any of it. But Gabe didn't like turbulence. He had no control of turbulence.

So he took his thoughts to the previous evening's oral sex with Kim. He had heard she was a sucking machine, and it was true. He stretched out on the airport seat and extended his hands, pushing his fingers out.

If she ever applies for an intern position, I'd give that girl a reference, Gabe considered, recalling the ecstasy of her lips wrapped on his hardness.

Gabe, a Navy petty officer, was returning to San Diego from in his hometown outside Milwaukee. Kim had written him obscene letters while he was on a six-month deployment, so he decided owed her dinner and a date.

(S)exercise (12 March 2008)

When Ramesh came to stay there, six months ago, he was the bitterest man in the world. He had every reason to feel so. He had every reason to feel so. He had left his home, parents and friends as he had got MBA admission in the most prestigious college in Chennai. His father thought it would be better for his son to stay in his close friend’s house, instead of staying in a hostel. But Ramesh thought that would be the end of his freedom.

Everything changed when he saw Ramya in that house. She was a stunning beauty with big firm boobs and the amazing beautiful thighs. She always wore tight blouses and short skirts to highlight her assets. Ramya also liked Ramesh who was cute and handsome. Though his body was taut and firm because of regular exercise, his face had chocolate baby’s sweetness.

Ramya’s father made his friend’s son stay upstairs room. He thought that the boy would have privacy to read. Ramya and her parents had their rooms downstairs. Ramya and Ramesh became very close in the six months’ period. They would tease each other as there was mutual attraction between them. They would eye each other lustily.

All started on the day Ramesh awoke very late. He would wake up early morning and go to gym before six o’clock. That day, even after 6.30 am, he didn’t come down. Ramya went upstairs to wake up Ramesh. Before knocking his door she saw through the window Ramesh sleeping and her heart missed a beat. His lungi was slipped from his waist. Because of severe Indian heat, he had discarded his brief also at night. His nine inch erect cock gloriously and nakedly stood at 90 degree. (At that time he was dreaming about Ramya only). Till that day she had never seen a man’s cock except in porn magazines. But even in the magazines she had not the opportunity to see such a lengthy and meaty cock. She was hypnotized by the sight. She delayed waking him and moistening her lips she stood staring him. Then she knocked the door.

Til Ya Use Me Up (10 March 2008)


Kathy wasn't the most beautiful girl Michael had ever seen, but she was magnetic somehow. She was six feet tall and big boned, but she had silky blond hair that reached her waist, a forty four double D bust and the most penetrating blue eyes he had ever seen. And she had a way of looking at him with those eyes that made little shocks of wanting go off in his balls. He wanted to make a move on her, but she not only made his balls tingle she made his tongue tangle.

"I'm telling you Michael, she wants you," his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.

"Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she'll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here." And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like "not on a bet." Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.

"Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!"

"Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down."

"Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women's lib."

Till I Cry And My Ass Is Red (08 March 2008)

I arrived a little late for the fashion show. I was hesitant about it all day, I just didn't want to go. My "sort of girlfriend", Sherry, had tickets, but she was a dresser for the show, and I was to sit alone for most of the night. The supper was at 6:30 and I got off my shift at the Fire Department at 5:30, and had to go home and change. At 5:00 we got a call, and I ended up throwing a burning couch off the 10th floor balcony, and helping clear the smoke from the upper floors of an apartment building. Our relief crew arrived in a van at 5:45 and I went home reeking of smoke. Normally I'd have a shower, sit in the sauna and open up my pores to let the rest of the smoke out of my system, and then another shower and whirlpool in my apartment building's gym. But I had no time for that, and I peeled off my smoky clothing and stepped in the shower to wash my hair and rinse off some of the smokey smell. My shoulders were sore, the breathing apparatus I was wearing coupled with pulling hose up the stairwell, and dragging the couch to the balcony and throwing it off were the equivalent of 2 or 3 heavy workouts. My biceps were swollen, and I realized I'd have to pick my shirt carefully, some of them didn't fit when I'd had a heavy workout. I washed my short military style hair, the suds cascading down my hairless muscular chest. My lack of body hair was a subject of a lot of teasing at work, I just had a bit on my legs and arms, there were 2 little blond chest heirs somewhere, but you had to search for them. They all said I shaved my chest but I didn't need any razor running over my pecs.

I stepped out of the shower and towelled off, looking in the mirror, happy to see my rippling stomach muscles hadn't given into the beer and pizza we had at our recent shift party. Sherry had wanted to go to that party but it was supposed to be stag, and if they guys got a look at those tits of hers, I'd be wondering who else on my squad she was fucking. Sherry lacked elastic in her panties you see, she dropped them at will. As we were both single I shrugged this off, but she tried to lie about it and that pissed me off.

Ride to the Cabin (06 March 2008)

My husband and I had planned a getaway weekend at a friend's cabin and I'd been thinking about it all week. While we did enjoy a very active sex life, we had to keep noise to a minimum and more often than not it had to be kept to the bedroom because of the kids. This weekend would be all about us wherever, whenever, however.

The kids were sleeping over at friends’ houses and my husband, Jeremy, was picking me up right after work. The cabin was a five hour drive away and it would be dark by the time we got there, but we couldn't wait to start our weekend.

In fact, I was so excited to get started I made a quick trip to the bathroom just before Jeremy was due to arrive. I removed my panties and put on the matching demi-bra he'd bought for me earlier in the week. He was in for a surprise.

When I looked in the mirror I saw that my nipples were obviously erect through the thin silk of my white blouse. I put on my dress jacket to hide my excitement from my co-workers.

I wished everyone a good weekend as I got into the elevator. The cool air teased my naked labia under my skirt. I hoped that I could contain myself all the way to the cabin.

We'd been pretty relaxed and casual in the mini-van for most of the ride there. I'd taken off my jacket and caught Jeremy glancing at the outline of my breasts that were lifted by the half-cups of my bra, but left naked beneath the silk. It was just hitting dusk.

The Hand Job (04 March 2008)

I will be a senior at the University of Texas this fall, and because I'm an only daughter, my parents let me take this summer (my last) off without having to work. I've been staying with them and simply relaxing.

One weekend, my parents and two other couples left for a four-day trip together and they asked me to take care of the kids of the two couples they were going with. I was glad to do it since I would get to stay with them at the Daniels' big house in Tarrytown that has a private pool. I knew their kids, Robbie Daniels, who was sixteen, and Robin Brownlee, who was fifteen, and I knew they wouldn't be any trouble.

What I didn't know was that they had grown up during the year I was away at school. Robbie was about six feet tall and weighed about 160 with a curly mop of blond hair that had been lightened by the sun that summer. He was on the basketball team, so he worked out with weights and was really a cute guy, what with his broad, tanned shoulders, narrow, flat stomach, and tight, rounded ass.

Robin was the exact opposite. Robin was only five feet two inches tall and probably didn't weigh 90 pounds. She had freckles and she wore her red hair in braids with a pig tail on each side. With her pug nose and diminutive stature, she looked to be only about twelve years old except for her breasts, which were the size of a half of grapefruit.

Bailing Out My Husband (02 March 2008)

Where do I begin? My husband has showed me your site for months and reads choice stories to me. He thinks he wants to see me with other men. While I know he gets hot from this I know him and once it was done he would either feel remorse or get addicted. I would not enjoy either result. But his fantasy was a wake up call and I did say to myself I have been a little lazy and would spice things up. So lately I will give him a blow job every now and then in the morning before the kids get up. I even let him cum on my tits. In addition, his new favorite position is when we are in a 69 position and he puts 5 fingers in me and I suck his dick. He tells me how sexy I am now and how much he loves me. He has stopped asking me to be with other men.

Well anyway last night we went out for dinner with two friends and had a ball, some of the talk was about sex and I was getting turned on. My husband had a couple of glasses of wine and a glass of port with his espresso and then we left. As he was driving home I took off my panties and handed them to him. He smelled them and said that a rest area was coming up and he was going to park and fuck me.

I dared him and he pulled off and I jumped in the back. He did the same and started to kiss me and then I pulled out his cock and started to give him a great blow job. He was really into it and so was I. He was fingering my pussy as I gave him great head. I think were both about to cum when a flash light was put against the window and a cop appeared.

Another cop was at the door and banged on the window for us to open it. Things were happening so fast we could not have been there more then 10 minutes and the cops must have been waiting to see what was going on. It appears my husband was driving erratically and they started to follow him and then waited to observe what was going on. The first cop said that we were being stopped because my husband was driving drunk and now they would add a second charge that we were performing a lewd act in public. He asked for both of our drivers license as he wanted to make sure I was not a prostitute. As they went back to review the information my husband was real nervous.

Email Electric (29 February 2008)

My face grows warm, blood rushing to a low throb inside of me at the knowledge that I've pleased you. I imagine the weight of your hands on my shoulders behind me, growing ever closer, the whisper of your hot breath on the back of my neck. My body both relaxes and vibrates at the thoughts of what will come.

I am lost in a state of dreaming- of wanting to bring your body to a searing, rocketing release in the tightness of your hand, imagining my softness. I want to be there watching beside you, on my knees before you, taking you into my lips to taste the pleasure I've brought to you. To take you slowly and fully into my mouth and the hot depths of my throat, to tickle and caress you at the base, to thrill you with my undulating tongue as I grip you there. Then naked beside you on the floor, I quake with desire to be filled by you, craving, aching, pleading with you with my eyes and opening myself to you as a yearning flower with my fingertips.

Instead I sit here on the bed, one finger trailing moist from lips down to toy with a nipple until it grows firm and tight for want of your touch. You read my mail, and grow suddenly and unbearably hard until you must open your zipper and take yourself in hand. I am hell bent on pleasing you, imagining that somewhere, for this night, I can be your lust. I grow wet imagining the salt of you, how you would feel on my tongue and how your body would struggle against me as the climax overtakes you.

In the world of our common fantasy I am on my knees before now and facing away from you in anticipation. You can see the roundness of my ass as I sit on my heels before you. I am strung tightly, empty, my own juices tickling my thighs as I lean forward to take you in. And you are so fulfillingly hard, so male, just where I need you in my desperation to be filled. You masterfully slide into me with and I shake from the impact, so very sweet that I want to keep you there within me. Your welcome heat moves inside of me. I am on the edge taking in every sensation- I picture the muscles of your back working and the way my body takes you in, savor your heavy breathing. You reach around to take my breasts into your hands and tease them, cup them, excite them between your fingers until I moan your name.

Young and Old Sex Story (26 February 2008)

"Please be seated Mrs. Gordon," Samantha Oliver said, "I've been just been looking over your application and everything seems to be in order!" "From what I can gather from your application," Sam continued, "you wish to perform oral sex on a young man with a large penis, and then have him reciprocate on you, is that correct!?!" Forty eight year old Alicia Gordon turned a bright shade of red and then replied softly, "Yes, that is exactly what I want!" "Well, you've come to the right place," Sam enthused, "because we have every size and shape of men you can imagine, and I'm sure that we have one that will fulfill you every desire!!!" "Now, for the fun part," Sam continued, "take this book and thumb through it, it has the pictures and vital statistics for over thirty young men who basically fit the description you outlined in your application!!!" "The youngest is about nineteen and the oldest is twenty six, but they all have several things in common," Sam went on, "they all are well muscled and trim, with cocks that are at least eight inches long, so take your time, peruse the book, and then make your selection, and when you're ready, I'll buzz my secretary and have him brought here to the office so that you can see him in person!!!"

Alicia paged slowly through the catalogue, stopping occasionally to read the bio alongside the picture of the young man in question. "Oh, my," she thought to herself, "they're all so perfect, and their cocks, my goodness, every photo has the men with hardons, and they're just incredible!!!" After about fifteen minutes Sam asked, "See anything you like?!?" "I like them all," Alicia replied, "but I think I like this one the best," as she pointed out the picture of a twenty two year old white male with a nine inch cock!!! "Oh," Sam replied, "a very good choice, Tommy is one of our most popular young men with our clients!!!" Sam pushed down the intercom buzzer on her desk and asked her secretary to page Tommy C. and have him report to the administrator's office at once!!! "It shouldn't be too long, I think he's out playing volleyball with a few of his buddies down by the lake," Sam said smilingly, "if he meets with your approval, you can get started right away, we have a room already to go!!!"

Happy Anniversary (24 February 2008)

Sarah had always been a slow mover. I had to be with her for 6 months before she let me fuck her. She was, and still is, a beautiful girl, with two nice tits and a well-rounded ass. So, you can imagine how hard it was for me to wait 6 whole months and not just push her against a wall and rape her. When we finally did fuck, it was good, but not incredible. I was beginning to think my fantasies would never come true. Then came our one year anniversary...

We had gone out to dinner at some french place I can't recall the name of. On our way home we picked up a movie from the local rental store. It was a major romance flick that I don't remember, nor care the name of. The real story was when we got back to the appartment.

I made some popcorn for us and we began to watch this movie. I hated it, but I knew she loved it, and I was determined to make this night everything she ever dreamed of. Little did I know that she had the same goal for me. We watched the movie and finally something interesting happened in it, a sex scene.

Now, this particular scene was pretty damn hot, so it was completely natural for me to get hard. By the way, I'm 9 inches. So, it was no wonder that Sarah noticed that I was aroused. When she saw it, she picked up the remote and flicked the TV off in one quick motion. I tried to tuck myself in, hoping she wouldn't be too angry. Well, my hopes came true because at that second she turned full circle and straddled me.

Before I could react she gave me a long, deep kiss, even holding onto my lip with her teeth a couple of seconds after it. "Are you ready for your real anniversary present?", she asked. I was speachless, and all I could do was nod.

BlowJob Lesson (22 February 2008)

Whiling away my time seemed to be happening more and more lately. I was at a point where I had hit a slump in my education and instead of going to classes was spending a lot of time with friends.

I was hanging with my good friend Geri (sometimes we called her "Jer", but she always smacked us hard for that) on a typical, boring Thursday afternoon at our state college. The two of us were half-watching "Braveheart" for the twentieth time (with the volume turned down) and talking about whatever hit our minds. Geri was curled up on my bed, next to the sofa where I lay, and our heads were only seperated by a good foot or so of space.

"So who do you think is sexier," Geri asked me. "The peasant girl or the princess?"

The corner of my mouth twisted up in a grin. "Oh, the peasant girl, definitely."

Geri leaned up on an elbow. "How come?"

I thought for a second. "Well, she has great eyes and a wonderful throat" (a notorious weakness of mine) "and doesn’t have to hide under robes and makeup to be beautiful. Plus, she’s the only one who bares her boobs in this movie."

I said the last to half-infuriate Geri, and got a flick to my head as a response. Geri and I were good friends, both mildly attracted to each other, but that was about it. Geri had a fiance, and I wasn’t him. I think Geri valued me more as a friend because I didn’t shun her since she was taken; the value of friends in my life was equally important to love interests - or more so. Besides, it took a lot of the pressure off of being together, and we could flirt, give each other backrubs, and even curl up together occassionally without feeling guilty (her fiance went to another college). I always openly admired Geri’s body - she had the best looking legs I’ve ever seen on a woman, and some nice curves and a great smile to go with it all. I think, given half the chance, I would love to make out with her, but the guy honor code held fast. If there’s another guy, then hands off.

Make A Deal (20 February 2008)

My husband Greg and I always make deals. In fact he bribed me to send in the details of our threesome adventure that happened in December 2004. Greg and I got married in 2002 in Las Vegas. Greg used to work in the same building that I do.

Greg is a very good looking guy. My girlfriends were immediately jealous when we started dating. He takes pride in staying in shape and he makes me want to be a better woman.

Based on the way I was raised it's a wonder I am not totally frigid. I don't ever remember seeing my parents naked. They were careful to lock their bedroom door and I never heard them having sex or can even recall any open affection. Nudity was taboo so was any discussion of sex. I remember that I first learned about sex when I was around 12 years old from a neighborhood boy. We used to play “show me yours and I'll show you mine” in his crawlspace. It was the first time I had ever seen a penis. He asked me to touch it and I was fascinated that it got so hard. My girlfriends filled in the gaps about the differences between boys and girls. I remember being so appalled at the thought that my parents having sex. I couldn't imagine that they could do such a thing. There were times when I wanted to ask my mother questions about sex, but I was shy and there never seemed to be the right opportunity.

Once I was in high school, my girlfriend Janet showed me some magazines that she discovered hidden in her dad's closet. I spent the night at her house a couple of times a month and she would sneak the magazines into her room and we would look at them late at night under the faint light of a flashlight. The magazines were hardcore pornography. Pictures of women spread wide open with their fingers inside their pussies, or engaged in intercourse with exceptionally well endowed men. I thought back to the time that I used to get naked with the boy in the neighborhood and remember that his erect penis was about the size of my middle finger, while the pictures of the men in the porno magazines with erections that were as long as a soda bottle and as big around as my wrist. Jan and I talked about how painful it would be to have something so large inside of our privates. We never used the term “pussy”.

Felicitys Ass (18 February 2008)

Veronica couldn't believe her eyes. She had invited Rob to her appartment and now he was fucking her roommate right in front of her. Well, almost in front of her would be a better word since the two were discrete enough to do it in the bathroom. The only problem was that Veronica needed to pee badly and all those sounds coming from inside the bathroom were not helping her at all. To make the matters worse, Rob and Felicity had left the door half open. Every 30 seconds Veronica would make a move towards the bathroom only to see Rob and Felicity locked in an embrace, kissing each other as if they had never kissed anyone. Anyone else would have thrown them out, but Veronica was a shy kind and she didn't know how to throw people out. Neither did she know how to say no.

She had met Rob in the bar on the corner of the street, just sitting there and drinking beer, just like any other man. And yet, there was something about him that had instantly appealed to her. It was a charm that she could not put words to. He had been rather shabbily dressed in torn jeans, long hair that have never been washed and a t-shirt that proclaimed him Jim Morrison fan. Nevertheless, something about him had attracted Veronica so much that she had decided to take the seat right next to him. She had been surprised to find that he actually smelled good.

Seeing Veronica choose a seat right next to him had been a clear signal to Rob. Specially since the bar had been half empty. He had drilled his beer in one gulp and moved over to Veronica, starting a conversation about the God of Cock. And fifteen minutes later Veronica had surprised herself by inviting him over to her appartment that she shared with Felicity.

On the way to the appartment Rob had filled her ears with just how beautiful he found her. Throughout the two minute walk he had showered Veronica with gentle and tender kisses, making her wish for more. On the elevator he had literally gone down on her, pulling her skirt up and caressing her ass while he kissed her mouth. Never in her life Veronica had experienced such a good kiss. They had actually stayed outside the appartment door kissing and making out for five minutes before Veronica realized that people were walking by and pulled Rob into the appartment. That however, she now realized, had been a big mistake.

The perfect teacher (chapter 2) (16 February 2008)

Simon swished to a stop. He looked down the slope at the multi-colored swarms of people rhythmically swishing and swaying, some standing, and a few falling, all the way down the slope to the lodge, miles away. For all the fun and excitement, and all the beauty of the snow-covered slope, his mind was on Melody. He watched a matched set of babes, one blonde and a brunette, slowly angle past, giving him a frank, encouraging glance. One spoke to the other, they were Swedish. He smiled, but shook his head reluctantly. They laughed and speeded on down the hill, waving and calling as they went. If he was any kind of man, he would barrel down the hill after them and beg them to fuck him to death.

"Fuck this," he said quietly to himself. Here he was in the middle of some of the most beautiful pussy on earth, and his thoughts were centered around an 18 year old high school brat who liked to dress up as Britney Spears. How pathetic, he scoffed at himself. He turned and started down the hill. He swayed slightly from side to side, but basically he headed straight down the hill, ready to call it a day. He wanted to go home. He wanted to fuck Melody and her faithful sidekick, whoever that might be. The very thought of it had his cock embarrassingly hard. He passed the two girls. One noticed the tent at the front of his pants and giggled, speaking to the other in Swedish. They probably thought the hard-on was for them. He wished that it was, he wouldn't be heading home on an absolutely beautiful Saturday night.

"The little dick teaser," he scoffed at himself. He was acting like such a loser. No, he was acting like a man possessed. The slopes were full of beautiful adult and highly- interesting girls. The rich, super models, stewardesses, and just plain beautiful women, dotted the slopes in the hundreds. But they were not what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and where to find it. It was back home.

The perfect teacher (chapter 1) (14 February 2008)

Sonny, what can you tell me about electrons?"

"Electrons are the molecules which build an atom."

"Well, that's a good start. Monday, class, I want you to give me five reasons why life can't exist in the universe without electrons. I also want a list of their basic characteristics, and who first discovered electrons, keeping in mind that I'm referring to the 1905 discovery, not subsequent enumerations. I know it's your favorite, so give me a brief explanation of chapter 12, Matter And Energy And The Electromagnetic Spectrum. And, if you give me a verbatim textbook answer, don't bother turning it in. I don't want to see any more internet downloads turned in as YOUR original work. Somebody put a lot of work into rehashing old explanations that worked just fine a hundred years ago and needed no elaboration. So give them credit where it's due, it's all they will get for their efforts."

A series of groans filled the classroom. Simon Adams closed his books, ordered his notes, and put them all into his briefcase. He was in a hurry, he had a weekend in Aspen planned. For the first time in a long time, he was going solo. He was tired of bringing a date to Aspen, only to find the she really didn't like skiing; she was having her period, her tooth ached, or any one of a dozen other excuses for staying in the hotel room and fucking, rather than going skiing. Hell, if he wanted to fuck, he could grab a girl from class. Simon looked up and flinched guiltily.

Melody was still sitting in her seat, watching him closely. So what did she want? She had a very strange and expectant look on her face. Had he forgotten something? If so what, he wondered as he looked her over? He suddenly saw something wrong, very wrong. Melody was wearing a short plaid skirt. He had noticed this earlier in the day, of course, Melody had a killer body that demanded notice. She was following the new Britney Speers fad of a plaid skirt, white blouse, and pig tails. Anybody would take notice of Melody in such an outfit.

What he hadn't seen earlier, was the fact that she was wearing no panties. He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he surveyed the sweet little slut. Her legs were open, a clear invitation. She had a cute pussy, if you could call a pussy cute. A pussy was a lot like a newborn child, everyone looked at the ugly red, sniveled-up baby on the bed and said, "wow, how cute," even though it looked like a used tampax with eyes.

Waterfall (12 February 2008)

Pete Marks followed the path as it twisted its way up the hillside; the right side of the path was boarded by a steep, weathered scree covered slope, while the left dropped steeply into a deep tree strewn gorge. The overhead sun burning in a clear blue sky failed to reach the gorge bottom, instead it painted the hillside and trees in a patchwork of greens and browns.

The path turned sharp right and started to descend; Pete followed its winding course as it dropped into the gorge. From up ahead he could hear the distant roar of a waterfall; the sound grew closer as he entered the green canopy of the wooded gorge. He soon found himself walking beside a fast flowing stream, the air filled with the sound of water cascading over the rocks. Up ahead through a break in the trees he could see the waterfall, a curtain of deep blue water sparkling in the hot sunlight.

Standing at the edge of the trees he gazed into the clearing, the water fell into a deep pool from the cliff above in blue cascade of sparkling water. As he stood in the shadows of the trees he saw a figure step from behind the falls. A wet, naked female figure stood on a ledge beside the falls and stretched, her body glistening in the sunlight. Arching forward she dove into the pool, cutting into the water with a clean dive.

Pete looked to see her surface, the pool remained empty, slowly he stepped from the shadows to look for her. The pool remained empty the water looked cool and clear in the sunlight.

Meeting up with Kirsty the first time (10 February 2008)

I arrived at Kirsty’s door at 9.30 as arranged and Kirsty opened the door and let me in, If you have read my other stories about me and my Mother-in-law you will know that Kirsty caught me on the bed with my cock firmly down my mother-in-laws throat while sucking on her pussy and shoving a vibrator into her wet pussy and a anal wand up her arse.

Kirsty agreed not to tell my Father-in-law about us if I made love to her so here I am , For the first time entering her home to give this woman I do not really no apart from saying good morning to her from time to time.

What I do know is that Kirsty is 49 and has not had a man since her husband was killed in a works accident 29 years ago while she was pregnant with her first and only child.

Kirsty is about 5’11” tall and from what I have seen of her has a great body and very long legs, She has long black hair and pale green eye’s and pale skin, her breasts look to be a good size and I can not wait to find out how big and get those long legs wrapped round me .

I followed Kirsty though the hall looking at her figure swaying as she walk ahead of me, Her bum looked wonderful in her very tight jeans that looked as if they had been sprayed on. We entered her living room and Kirsty told me to take a seat while she made a cup of tea , I placed down the bag I had brought with me that had a few things I might need a bit later.

Kirsty came back with a tray and we sat just relaxing and chatted for a while as I knew she was nervous at not being this close to a man for a long time, I moved closer to her as we sat on the sofa and put my arm around her and pulled her to me and we kissed for the first time, Instantly she put her tongue into my mouth and I placed my into hers, We kissed for a long while and I moved one hand up and placed on her breast and felt her take a deep breath and I knew she liked what I was doing.

Karen wants me (08 February 2008)

My wife Pat and I have Known Karen and John our dear friends for many years , I have always fancied Karen as she is tall 6’ 5” at least and has legs that seam to go on forever and show‘s them off by wearing short skirts, She has dark brown hair and very nice size tit’s she would put some models in the shade if she wanted to, I have always been envious of John as Pat is only 5’5” and well built . Don’t get me wrong I love her to bits but would love to make love to someone with a body like Karen’s.

Pat and I are more like Brother and sister in our marriage as we only kiss and cuddle and have not had sex for months Pat seams to have just gone off it. So I often have a wank when she is out often thinking of what I would do to Karen if only I had the bottle to make the first move.

Well One day Pat was out and Karen called to see her I said that she was out and would she like to come in and wait as I was sure she would not be long, Karen when though to the living room and I put the kettle on we are such good friends that we treat each others house’s like our own. So when I when into the front room Karen had put the TV on and was playing about with the remote and she started the DVD player I forgot the I had a porn film still in there from the night before.

When it started Karen gave me a look and a smile and said “O” you two watch these to do you I said No only me Pat dose not like them, Karen said John’s the same he dose not like them so are you like me watch them by yourself and wank off?? My mouth dropped open at that and spluttered “yes” in the years I had known them I had never heard Karen talk like that , I took the remote and went to turn if off but Karen said leave it on if you want I don’t think I have seen this one so I did ,after making the tea I sat in a chair next to the sofa where Karen was sitting and my Cock was starting to get hard inside my pants, Karen Patted the seat next to her and said I won’t bite you know and with the most wicked grin said Unless you want me to that is.

Finals Study Session (06 February 2008)

So Jake and I have known each other for about a year. We met in our Business class and have always flirted. Always innocent until last night. Jake called me and asked if I wanted to study together for our Business Final. I said yes of course becasue he had some of the answers to the test and I needed help studying. I decided that maybe I might spice things up if i wear a sexy bra and thong under my clothes so that I can make Jake squirm a little.

So I put on a black lace bra and thong and walk over to his dorm room. At first things were very innocent but then once Jake got a peak at my thong when i went to pick up something off the floor, I knew I had gotten his attention. His mind was no longer on our Final but on my ass. It got very hot in the room so i decided to take off my sweat shirt. I had a black lace tank on underneath and the look on Jakes face when he saw what i was wearing underneath told me that he wanted me.

I looked at him and asked him if he wanted to take a break. He told me that he thought it was a good idea. So i crawled over onto his bed and asked him if he would like to study "anatomy" instead. He looked at me in shock and just smiled. That told me that he def. wanted to study "anatomy" with me.

I took off my shirt and pants and showed him my tan and tone body. He just smiled and got up and took off his shirt and pants. All our sexual tension was about to be released on each other. I sat on top of him and asked him if he wanted to see what boobs looked like. He laughed and said yes please. So i unhooked my bra and released my 34D boobs and told him that if he felt it would help him understand the body more he should touch them. He did more then that.

He grabbed my tits and started licking all other my nipples. Then he took his tounge and traced it down my stomich. He asked if he was allowed to see what was underneath my thong. I said of course. He then started rubbing my pussy with his hand and removed my underwear for me. He took his hands and grabbed my ass and picked me up off the bed and flipped me on my back. He then started licking me all other my body.

As our mouths met for the first time a spark went off. All the tension between us over the semester was finally being released. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. I then told him to take his boxers off and show me what he was working with. I was very happy to see that his manhood was perfect. about 8 inches and very thick. Jake is a football player so he is very buff and very tone as soon as he took off those boxers I could see that he looked very good without his clothes on. Just as I had imagined when I had watched him play football.

The Ravishing Sea (04 February 2008)

“The men are exhausted, but we managed to shift some of the granite on the port side over to starboard, and cleared the blockage of the bilge pump. It’s pumping at full capacity, but seems to be keeping up with the influx of sea water,” Elizabeth Cressey reported to her father.

“Very well,” her father said as he rubbed his chin and jawed ceaselessly on the pipe he had stuck out of his mouth. “Perhaps we can make it to Boston Harbor and stem our leaks there.”

“Or buy a steel hulled steamship,” the captain of the Wyoming said as he sat beside Elizabeth’s father smoking a pipe as well, and filled the captain’s quarters with the sweet smell of the duo’s burning tobacco. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the captain, but her father discretely waved his hands in protest. He did not want her demeanor to infuriate the other captain who had seen their plight just off Nantucket, and had anchored just off their port bow to offer his assistance. Elizabeth did not want to infuriate him either, but with his assistance came a tirade that Elizabeth found degrading.

“Christ, Cressey, it’s nineteen thirty-four. Sailing ships are a thing of the past. There is no way you can compete with steam engines and steel hulls.”

“It’s getting tough that’s for sure, but I still like being under sail...”

“You always were an old sea salt, Eugene, but you cannot see the end, can you? If I was you I would scuttle this barnacle bait and purchase yourself a new steamship.”

“I’d like too, but they cost money I’m afraid.”

“Well so does maintenance on this tub, but I have an air compressor and diving bell aboard. In the morning I’ll have my diver go down and patch some of your through-fittings. That’s where she is leaking I’ll bet.”

“That’s kind of you, but we’ll limp into Boston.”

“You’ll never make it Eugene. You’re already listing to starboard and it feels like a storms a brewing to the southwest.”
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