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Simple Sex Is One Of Life’s Greatest Pleasures

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

If there’s anything that certain about sex, it’s that it can complicate life and relationships. Sex is messy: it controls our actions and often leads to places we’d otherwise avoid. Despite this, no one goes out of their way to avoid sex – in fact nearly everyone embraces sex in their own way. So how do you choose what you’d like?

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Internet porn has made sex easy, not to mention accessible for public consumption. You don’t have to hide in a dirty bookstore to buy it anymore – and without that embarrassment people have opened up to fetishes and darker desires. Like a good meal you can have your fucking any way you like it – with whips, chains, stockings, anally, on a boat. The scenarios are endless, and often lead to an escalation in the type of behavior needed to get off.

Escalation is a key point, because although we like our ladies in thigh high stockings, and love when they suck dick in lipstick, sometimes there’s nothing better than just plain old sex. You know the kind: you strip down and bend over a big titted bitch and fuck her until she screams. Never mind acrobatics worthy of Cirque du Soleil, simple pounding is refreshing and a back to basics approach that will help you return to your roots.

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So the next time your lady comes over, smack her ass and get down to one of life’s richest pleasures: simple sex. You can thank us later.

Female Athletes: Sex-Icons In The Making?

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Sex sells. An old adage, yet true: sex is used to sell everything from beer to cars, and traditionally, waif-like models have been used to do it. Athletes have been increasingly sexualized however, and the 21st century has seen a rise in the number of muscled midriffs in popular culture. After all, what’s hotter than fucking a skinny model? Fucking a tight, toned and primed athlete that will rock your bed like porn star on steroids – that’s what. So let’s take a look at 4 of the hottest athletes in the world today.

Amanda Beard:

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A world class swimmer and Olympic Gold Medalist, Beard set the bar high by medalling in three consecutive Olympic Games. Moreover, she put her porn worthy body on display in Playboy, setting a precedent for other athletes trying to match her celebrity.


Lindsay Vonn
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Lindsay Vonn was lauded as America’s Winter Olympic answer to Michael Phelps in early 2010, and while she didn’t quite live up to that mantle, she did bring home a gold medal. Not only that, but she sparked jealousy in teammates and opponents alike by showing off her tight body in an alluring Sports Illustrated Swimsuit spread to coincide with the games. It’s worth finding too, especially to see her voluptuously muscled ass in action.


Alison Stokke
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While Stokke’s athletic pedigree pales in comparison on her beauty, it’s her muscular body that has everyone talking. That and the fact that she’s a pole-vaulter – prompting otherwise respectable journalists to lose their shit and crack: she could vault my pole any time. Amen!


Anna Kournikova
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These days, Kournikova is more celebrity than athlete, but she makes our list for that very reason. Anna is a modern prototype : a failed athlete who has exploited her sex appeal in Hollywood. While she’s been in a relationship with Enrique Iglesias for nearly a decade, he’s bound to come out of the closet at some point. Until then, we’ll be waiting for Anna with baited breath.

Take My Picture

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

“Jake, your two thirty is here.” Kiki informed her boss, photographer, Jake Klein.

Without looking up from the proof he was reviewing, Jake replied: “Set her up in studio three and get the lighting set up.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Kiki replied. “You’re gonna like this one. She’s hot!”

Hearing that, Jake finally put down his viewer.

Five minutes later Jake breezed into the studio with his hand out to the stunning brunette in the center of the room.

“Hi, I’m Jake,” he said. “You’ve already met Kiki,” the two women smiled at each other from across the room. “You must be Angela?”

The tall beauty beamed a thin-lipped yet nervous smile.

“These pictures are a gift for your husband?”

Angela shook her head and replied: “Our tenth wedding anniversary is coming up and I wanted to give Dave a surprise.”

“Well,” Jake intoned brightly “I could see why he’d want pictures of you.”

“Well, thanks,” Angela said her chin to her big chest.

“Nothing to be nervous about, ok?” Jake said walking around the woman. Kiki offered him a camera and he continued.

“We’ll start off with a few of you in the clothes, get you used to the camera.”

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Angela sighed looking up finally.

“Here…” Kiki said, stepping to Angela with a smile. She had somehow passed Jake a camera, and now held a delicious looking glass of white wine in her hand. “…before we start.”

Angela took the glass with a smile, drained it, handed it back and for the next five minutes, executed the easy poses Jake suggested while clicking a litany of quick picks. Moving ever so slightly-a cocked hip here, a smile there, her chin to her right shoulder, now left-Angela felt instantly comfortable and infinitely desirable through Jake’s soft urging.

“Wow,” Jake enthused. ” Really natural, perfect. Perfect.”

Snapping more he asked: “Don’t you think she’s a natural, Kiki?”

The little blonde nodded her head enthusiastically.

Jake changed his film while Kiki offered Angela another wine, which she eagerly drank to the bottom of the glass again.

Ready to shoot again, Jake came up to the two women dead center of the room.

“Okay, let’s unbutton that blouse and show a little cleavage. Kiki?”

Angela smiled, again her chin to her chest and Kiki took the empty wine glass while the tall lady reach to open the front four buttons on her shirt.

“Mmmm,” Angela moaned despite herself and Kiki and Jake exchanged a quick glance; the wine, the attention, Angela was loosening up.

Angela was wearing a lacy push-up bra which pushed-up her big tits almost to her chin. ”Wait ’til hubby sees these,” Jake said into his camera.

He flipped off a series of pics all dead center of the pretty girl facing him, getting Angela’s innocent pretty high cheek-boned face and that magnificent cleavage from as many angles as he could.

“Ok, a little more,” Jake said after two minutes of rapid speed shooting.

“Shirt off, okay, bra unhooked; let it slip down a little but don’t take it all the way off.”

Angela peeled of her blouse as slow as she could, yet smiling all the while. Then staring directly at them both, slightl defiant even, the tall brunette reached around back of herself and undid her bra. As Jake has instructed Angela kept the cups of the sliding bra still covering her 36DD’s as the photographer clicked away.

“I’m out again,” the lanky black man said two minutes later and Kiki moved in to help her boss.

“Angela, why don’t you step into the dressing room and see if there’s anything you like,” he added.

Jake’s dressing room was replete with hundreds of different bra and panty combinations of all sizes, colors and styles.

As Jake and Kiki worked out in the main studio they heard Angela fumbling, picking up an outfit and sighing or a few “oh I couldn’ts” from the room. Jake nodded to assistant to go help their latest client.

Angela was giggling when Kiki entered the small changing room. She was topless now and attempting to fit her big boobs into a black bra.

“Here,” Kiki said handing another bra across to the woman…same style but bigger. In seconds Angela had the sexy low cut bra over herself and was pushing her huge tits into the cups…which had cut-out holes in the center of them.

“Oh my,” she said laughing. “I didn’t…”

“These go with it,” Kiki said offering the giggling woman a black thong.

“Go ahead,” Kiki prodded and turned to give Angela privacy. She heard the sound of the woman shucking down her pants, waited the requisite time she assumed it took for Angela to peal off her jeans and then her panties then turned when she heard: “Ok, I think this is right.”

Kiki turned to Angela now in an open-cupped big push-up bra and crotchless panties. She knelt to help the woman adjust and noticed just how perfect a pussy Angela had.

“Turn,” Kiki said and the tall woman over her did so. Kiki adjusted the thong so it fit perfectly in the half of Angela’s equally perfect ass. If she could have she would have knelt forward and kissed it!

“Now, try this.” Kiki said standing and reaching for a small bullet-sized vibrator.

“What’s…?” asked Angela in a slightly slurred voice.

“Just put it,” Kiki said, reached her hand down the front of Angela an while the woman stood smiling, about to kiss woman, Jake’s assistant inserted and pushed the silver bullet up through the crotch-less front of Angela’s thong and into the woman’s vagina.

“Oh oh,” Angela said as Kiki worked the vibrator up in her, just resting it between her perfect slightly silky lips.

Kiki then turned, grabbed the remote control and spun the little wheel to bring the vibrator to life. A low hum filled the rum as Angela began to squirm.

“It’ll get you in the mood,” Kiki said and helped the woman turn to leave the room.

“My…my pussy,” Angela whispered as both women smiled knowingly and came back into the studio.

“Rokay,” the man exclaimed, nodding at Kiki and smiling at Angela. “Now we’re talking!”

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Crack In The Wall

Saturday, October 23rd, 2010

The phone in Brian’s dorm room rang three times before he picked it up.

“Hello? Oh yeah, hi, Mitch, sure. Okay, give me fifteen ok? Yeah, yeah I’ll meet ya there.”

After hanging up, Brian vaulted over his bed, scanning his tiny dorm room. It had been a dog’s age since he had played tennis, let alone seen Mitch.

“Now, where’s that fucking racket?” he asked the room, till searching it with his eyes.

“Closet?” Brian asked himself, his eyes finally coming to the closet he shared with his roommate Charlie at the side of the closed door.

“Shit,” he said stepping up and opening the door. With it’s light burned out (did it even work, Brian wondered) and all the stuff he and Charlie had managed to pack on the hanger, but mostly floor of the cramped space, Brian got on his knees for what he knew be a long uncomfortable search.

Working to removing armfuls of junk, about two minutes in and quite a few inches forward Brian noticed a sliver of light coming in from right over his head, through the back wall of the closet. Closing the door behind him, he peered into the slit and saw perfectly into the adjoining room right next to his. It was the women’s shower.

When Brian and Charlie had first acquired this room they thought their libido prayers had been answered. But far from catching dewy bouncy breasts or little wet hairy pussies flittering by the boys got nothing other then women in their robes, hair under towels and curt smiles and helloes. If anything being this close to the boys’ room, the girls were even more cautious.

Figuring he was owed at least this requisite peak, Brian adjusted his eye at a right angle, spying the lower part of the eastern corner of the dripping white communal stall.

For the moment no one was in the room, so just about as Brian was retrieving his racket a tall lean red head he knew as Carlee came bouncing into the room, naked holding a bar of soap in her hand.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Brian stammered watching the woman begin to shower.

“Weren’t we supposed to do tennis that day?” Mitch asked as he and Brian and two of their other friends sat in the campus Rathskeller chugging back beers and pizza.

“Yeah, where you been bro?” Steve asked. “I mean, I see you in class and shit, but…”

“You know, hittin’ the books,” Brian deflected and gulped the rest of his brew.

He was in his closet that night-having had to skip a day because Charlie was around-sitting cross-legged with his eye pushed up to the spot in the wall. As he had learned, Tuesday nights were the best ‘viewing night’, when at least five girls made it into the shower together…five very hot girls.

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There was Jen, a tall blonde with enormous cans, a very conservative shy girl when he caught her in the hallways but with a sparkle in her blue eyes that really shown when she stood under a hot spray and tickled her big boobs and her ass quivered as she touched herself and though of God-knew-what; Becky a spirited red head with pointy tits and a shaved pussy who spent an inordinate amount of time helping Jen 2 (as Brian called the petite black girl) soap her back. It was simply accepted by the girls (and by Brian, he was that kind of a guy) that Becky and Jen2 were lovers, though they kept their groping to a minimum, or discreet enough that only Brian caught the little tickles or rubbing; there was Carlee, the red head he had watched the first day, who not only showered for him that first day but had masturbated with her whole hand literally up her wide pussy as she moaned and shook…Carlee had a magnificent ass; and then lastly Wendy a tall intimidating Amazon-of-a-black-chick supporting what had to be 36 D’s, a firm stomach and a shaved pussy Brian caught sight of more often the not cause it was slightly pinker then the rest of the girls and the way Wendy’s powerful legs were her vagina sat high and slightly open when she showered facing him.

Each time he peaked, as he was right then, Brian took his pounding cock in hand, picked one girl out of the group to jerk off to, and watched her exclusively for the time it took for him to shoot his stream of hot cum into the tissues he balanced in his lap.

Rubbing his seven inches to its fullest extension the girls frolicked, splashed, gossiped and soaped, unaware of how much they were continuing Brian’s college education.

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The Mile High Club #2

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

“…..we’ll be cruising at an altitude of 33,000 feet with an air speed of 480 knots, the weather is clear and we should reach Houston right on time, and thank you for flying World Air!.” Emma Burton stared out the window at the fading lights of Seattle’s skyline, then turned to the dog-eared soft cover in her lap.

“That’s one of his better ones,” she heard a soft voice say and the sixty two year old woman looked up to the bright face of the young man sitting next to her.

Emma had somewhat noticed the tall boy when she had had to crawl past his high knees a half-hour earlier, but with all the preflight jostling and cramped space she really had kept her attention out the window.

Now though… ”I have a prejudice for my home town writers,” she said.

“I go to school in Seattle,” the handsome brown-haired blue-eyed boy said. “But I’m a native Texan, gotta get home for my cousin’s wedding.”

“I’m going to see the grandkids,” Emma said taking the hand the boy was offering.

“My name is Parker Price.”

Despite herself Emma tittered slightly.

“Everybody laughs the first time,” P.P. said smiling and holding her with his deep blue eyed.

He really was adorable, Emma thought, probably only a few years older then her eldest grandson, quite a good-looking fresh-faced Texas boy with an easy, slightly verbose manner; perfect company for this flight.

Talking, joking and sipping a few drinks between then (Parker was at least old enough to drink, Emma mused) the older woman and young man enjoyed their conversation until about half way through the flight when Parker yawned, excused himself and yawned again.

“I hope it’s not the company,” Emma said.

“I’m sorry,” Parker said putting down his second wine. “I just got no sleep last night, we…well…frats can get crazy sometimes. Believe me Emma,” and here the boy stopped to fix her again with his amazing blue eyes. “The company is amazing.”

Feeling she was blushing like a bride, Emma quickly changed the subject.

“I really want to get into this for a bit,” she said raising her book between them. “Get a couple of winks and I’ll wake you in a bit so we can talk until we land, ok?”

“Ok,” Parker said and turned from her slightly.

In less than a minute Parker was asleep while Emma turned on her overhead light and returned to reading her book. This was a good a time as any to get a really good look at the boy, she thought, something she had wanted to do the minute he began speaking to her. Sure she was old enough to be Parker’s gran, but why not have a little look see for curiosity sake. And besides, didn’t they always say ‘things’ were bigger in Texas?

Studying Parker’s broad chest, his thick legs, Emma took her time looking over her book’s edge before she stared hard at the boy’s crotch. It was thick, it was nice and heavy, it was…growing! Parker’s penis seemed to be stiffening in his sleep. So much so the boy stirred, opened his eyes and caught the lady watching.

“I…uh…” he said rolling and shucking.

“Parker, a woman my age has seen a few erections in her time,” she said and the boy relaxed slightly.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“You should use that as soon as possible, mustn’t’ let a beautiful cock like that go to waste.”

Parker smiled at the woman’s use of such a pointed, dirty word.

“Maybe I will,” he said, unbuckled his seatbelt and stood from his seat.

Emma watched the boy’s fine high ass as he walked to the back bathroom of the quiet plane. A minute later she folded the paperback in the sleeve in front of her, unbuckled as well, stood to straighten her skirt and made her way back to the same bathroom. Making sure no flight attendants were present nor no passengers awake and looking, Emma knocked on the skinny door and Parker opened it. She walked in to the tight closet-sized room to find the boy sitting on the closed toilet lid, naked from the waist down, his huge purpling erection in his hands.

“They do say things are bigger in Texas,” Emma said securing the door behind her.

“I…I am just so, well, you made me really horny,” Parker began. “I was dreaming about you doing…”

“…something like this?” Emma asked, got to her knees and lean in to take the boy’s popping penis into her mouth.

Parker lean back in the cramped space as the willowy regal woman, old enough to be his grandmother, began to give him the best blow job he had ever felt in his life.

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Dear Diary: September

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

9/1: First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Becky Ford and I can’t believe I started my last year of high school in a new school today. There are over 600 students in my class and over 2400 in the whole school. I doubt I’ll ever get to know all of them, I just hope to recognize a few at the end of year! My locker mate seems nice enough but we don’t have any classes together, so I only see her a couple of times a day. I have a ton of homework, first day take it easy, not a chance! I’m going to bed, bye.

9/5 Survived my first week as the ‘new’ girl. Made two friends this week, Hillary and Emma. They’re both a little nuts but cool. Our schedules mesh, so we spend a lot of time walking between classes and we eating lunch together. Going to a party tomorrow night, all three of us are invited, hope it’s fun. Got nothin’ else, over and outski.

9/10. The party was a blast: first beer of the year, outdoor pool party, all pretty nice peeps. The only trouble came when one of the guys got pushed into the water and of course, more jumped in. Geri’s dad, came out and broke it up, it was really funny. Started gym this week. Usual nervousness in the locker room, being so skinny and all. I hate the girls with the bigger tits parading around…ok, I don’t HATE them, but you know what I mean. Like you know (ok you don’t know it but I’ll tell you) I’m not into other girls at all but this tall brunette named Jennifer is built like a Playboy model! Her chest is huge, high firm, like a fucking shelf of tits! And she shaves, well it really is the cutest little pussy. Somebody snickered about her lips, like how they are supposedly the nicest shape I didn’t get close enough to inspect her! Well, homework. Nighty night.

9/12 Remember Jennifer (great bod, supposedly has those wonder vag lips?) well I caught her I the shower today, just her and me actually, I don’t know how it happened but all the other girls were out by the time we stepped in. I looked down when she wasn’t looking, she was bent over, had her back turned and I got to see her vagagay from behind, just like that little slit, ya know? Wow, she does have a really nice pussy. Did I tell ya I’m not into girls!? I told Em’s and Hills about it, and they laughed themselves silly. Another odd thing happened, I caught Jennifer and her best friend, Heidi snuggling up kinda close near their gym lockers. It happened really fast, they were both still dressing, but I’m sure I saw Heidi strum her hand down the front of Jennifer’s thong and Jennifer smile and bite her lip. Did I really see that?

9/16 Em’s and Hills told me to keep an eye out (I told them about catching Heidi and Jennifer) and guess what? I snuck back into the locker room cause I knew they hadn’t come out and I caught Heidi down on her knees kissing with a naked Jennifer standing over her. ”Mmmm, you do it right, you do it so so right?” she was saying as Heidi had her hands around her ass and pushing her perfect pussy right into her mouth! I was kinda stuck their until they stopped, I didn’t want them to risk hearing me, but the picture of that little blonde keeling on the floor eating her best friend’s sweet pussy, fuck… I told Em’s and Hills but I don’t think they really believed me.

9/18 After school we went over to Em’s. I kept telling her and Hills about ‘the scene’ and to be honest the more I talk about it, the more I see it and the more it gets me…well…you know. I told you, I’m NOT INTO GIRLS, right?!!!! Hills suggested a little ‘show and tell’, well more show than tell really and before I knew it we were all pulling down our pants, rolling down our thongs and checking each other out. So I guess we all go hot from the story, not just me.

9/19 I was a little too embarrassed to out it all down yesterday but today we were at Hills again, stripped from the waist down, sprawled on her bed exploring. They have really nice pussies, tight, smell good; Em’s got a smaller clit but it gets kinda hard fast and Hills, well Hills got this ass… They seem to like my pussy too, couldn’t get over how I shaved bald. I gotta keep some secrets even from you my dearest diary, but let’s just say I am getting to really like this new school and my new friends.

The Affair

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

“Jesus, again?” Linda said to herself.

She was in the middle of typing a pile of letters, when her phone began to ring for what had to be the tenth time in the past two hours.

“Mortgage loan department,” she said trying not to let frustration creep into her voice. “May I help…”

“12:30,” a steady male voice interrupted her.

At 12:25, Linda stuck her head into her boss’s office.

“Jim, I’m gonna do some take-out and a walk, be back latest 1:30.”

Stopping off at the bathroom, Linda went into a stall, sat down and peeled off her panty hose and underwear. She then swayed her cute little bare rear under her light summer skirt making her way out the bank with a smile and a flip of her long chestnut curls. Walking to the parking lot behind the building she ambled quickly into the passenger side seat of the waiting Oldsmobile 98.

“Hi,” the long limbed lady said while sliding to the driver across the leather front seat. As she had always been instructed to do, Linda lifted her skirt so her ass pressed on the cold material and her pussy squished even more so then it already was.

“Hi yourself,” the tall man with the goatee answered back, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth.

Pulling out of the tight gravel lot Dan made a right turn and headed east.

He had his hand between Linda’s spread thighs even before he made the light a block away.

“Oh Dan, oh God, I…oh God,” Linda squirmed and nearly came as the man inserted a finger between her dewy thickening pussy lips.

Five minutes later the couple were parked in a semi-deserted area on Chicago’s lakefront, a place Dan and Linda came to often during their ‘lunches.’

Dan started unbuttoning the front of Linda’s blouse, revealing her  lacy white bra, and took her 36C breasts in his hands. Again, as she had been instructed by this man she had been having this torrid affair with the past three months, Linda had worn and was now unsnapping the front clasped bra-this was ‘a nursing bra’ she had heard it called-to let her firm tits spill into Dan’s waiting hands.

“Very nice,” the handsome man offered, before dipping his curly haired head to the powdery sweet bosom and sucking the girl who lay back in his front seat.

Linda’s nipples stiffened and ached under Dan licking from breast to breast and she rolled up further to him, willing the man to maybe finger fuck her again. But Dan kept his hands on her hips and made a grand meal of sucking her bouncing dark tits until she was even crazier for him.

Linda had been, and still was, happily married for five years. She hadn’t been looking for, never ever considered an affair, but here it was, and she was enjoying every minute of her three times a week with Dan. The pretty round faced girl rationalized her husband knew nothing of her extramarital affair so far and, though she knew everyday brought the danger of detection, Linda could not get enough of this man suckling her now, his perfect high cheek-boned face, his generous mouth and his ridiculously thick cock.

She hated to think this way, but Dan was truly the best fuck of her short thirty fours years and she wanted to fuck him as often as possible.

“You need…you need to fuck me,” Linda said wiggling to pull her skirt up to expose her aching pussy.

“I don’t need to do anything,” Dan teased, sitting up off her magnificent chest. “But…I will.”

Dan sat back and undid his pants, pulled his briefs under this thick big ball sack and took his purple erection in hand.

“Is this what you want?” he teased angling his hips off the steering wheel as Linda spread her landing-strip of brown hair so her glistening pussy was exposed even more.

“Fuck,” Lind screamed as the man simply aimed, pushed and was up in her to the hilt with one press. Dan’s hard thickness both hurt her and brought a heat deep into Linda’s belly, it was all she could do not to cry and come at the same time.

“Fuck!” Linda screamed.

“Fuck!” so did Dan.

Their piston-ing caused Dan to hit the horn once, the bleat making the couple laugh as they clutched, humped more furiously. A minute later Dan and Linda came together, letting loose a thick creaming puddle over Dan’s fine car seat.

Driving back to the bank the duo kept their usual silence. Linda checked her face one last time, smoothed her dress and kissed Dan’s cheek when he parked the car.

“Good lunch?” Linda’s boss smiled at her a minute and half later when she passed his office.

“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled just as the bank door opened and Dan walked in, smiled when passing his boss and took his seat in the cubicle next to Linda.

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Tease Me

Monday, October 18th, 2010

“Vance,” Jeanne admonished her husband, “the kids are gonna hear.”

Her husband continued to ram his index finger in and out of her fat pussy.

He smiled as his wife bit her lower thick lip and said: ”In another minute I’ll be begging you to fuck me.”

Vance spat an evil chuckle. ”That my dear, is just what I had in mind,” he said.

Twisting his finger harder, his wife bore up on the bed and whimpered. Her pussy was just so silky, in fact Vance was almost sure Jeanne was wetter now, seven years into their marriage, then she ever was when they were teenagers fighting their lusts in the backseat of his car.

Man, could their sex get even better, he wondered.

Could this get any better? Jeanne thought as she opened up even more for her husband.

This heated game the couple played almost every night: Jeanne would purposely undress next to the bed so her husband Vance would get an eyeful of tits and ass, and invariably, he wouldn’t resist the temptation to plow her thick pussy with his fingers.

“Are you hard yet,” Jeanne gasped, as Vance fanned his whole hand up into her wet snatch, tickled her gloppy hole as well as tickled her clit with his pinkie.

“What do you think?” he whispered, throwing back the covers to expose his big hard cock

“Fuuuuckkkk, Vance!” Jeanne gasped. “I need it, I need it now.”

“Maybe,” he teased, fingering his wife even harder. “But like you said, we have to be quiet…and we know you can’t be quiet.”

To emphasize the point, Vance brought his fingers together in his wife’s pussy and she groaned and rolled up closer to his cock. Opening her mouth she lean in and gave his shaft one long loving lick.

Vance pulled back, fingered her harder.

“Vance, Vance,” his wife sighed.

“My, my,” he replied, “I do believe little Jeanne is ready.”

“Let me, let me have it.”

“No, no, you’ll get too loud.”

“No Vance,” Jeanne groaned. “Pa…please.”

“I’m not so sure,” the man teased, lie back a bit to show off his thick seven inch cock as his wife rolled her pussy forward on his hand and began to shutter.

“You sure?” he teased her.

“Vance!”

The usual nighttime understanding passed between the couple and Vance took his hand out from his wife, grabbed both her hips and lifted her ever so slowly onto his cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby,” Jeanne moaned, as she sat on that big cock, let it shoot up inside her, fill her, spilt her and opened her at the same time, made her whole.

“Yes, my sweetheart.” Vance held his breath as that incredible warmth squished down his cock, tickled his balls.

Jeanne collapsed forward onto Vance’s chest as Vance fucked her hard and they fell into their perfect rhythm as…

“Mommy, I heard a noise,” little Suzy said from the other side of their closed bedroom door.

Jeanne and Vance just looked at each other, stuck as they were in their warmth, wetness and need and wondered…which one of them had been too loud?

Bath House

Friday, October 15th, 2010

“God, I needed this,” Ellie said to her husband Brad, “there’s just something about a whirlpool that eases all the tension.”

“Mmmmmm, yeah,” he replied while the swirling hot water wafted over his naked lean body, “we should come here more often.”

Ellie was just about to answer when they were interrupted by a naked young man of about nineteen.

“Would either of you care for a drink?”

“Uh…I…I think I’ll have a glass of wine?” Ellie replied while staring at the young man’s bouncing cock. “H…honey?”

“A club soda and a twist of lime,” he replied then the waiter smiled and walked away.

“Such big eyes you have,” Brad said to his pretty wife.

“Did you see the size of his cock? I don’t know where they find these guys, but they’re all hung like horses!”

“And I thought you came here to relax,” Brad chuckled.

After their drinks-and more of Ellie’s staring-the couple emerged dripping, warm and relaxed from their twenty- minute dip.

“I’m gonna go change, hit the weight room,” Brad said.

“Good idea,” Ellie replied, “think I’ll try to get a massage now that I’m all relaxed.”

The couple walked through the ‘adult’ spa, spying guests they had come to know over the past week and the magnificent specimens of the staff they would like to get to know better. “I just love seeing all these naked people, ” Brad offered. “There’s just so much variety.”

Brad watched as short, tall, thick and skinny women, all perfectly proportionate, sauntered by. ”And so much dick,” his wife agreed, staring wide-eyed herself as her little nipples poked far of her D-cups.

“Not to worry though,” she continued, reaching down to tickle her husband’s popping erection.

“Not a woman in this place wouldn’t want to suck yours, I see them staring.”

“I know one you’d like to suck off,” Brad said and Ellie turn to to swat his arm.

“Whatever do you mean?” she mock teased.

“Just be careful out there,” he said when they reached their room. “That waiter does have a job to do you know.”

With the big cock of the waiter on her mind Ellie walked as best she could to the cubicles of the massage area.

“Ma’am,” the lanky man-sporting his own fantastically hard slightly curved cock-bade Ellie to the first table.

“Could we, could start with my upper thighs, they are killing me.”

Warm oil was squirted on Ellie’s ass, then the man behind her worked his strong thumbs over her high little rear down into the folds where her upper thigh met the bottom of her cheeks. As he worked Ellie rubbed her pelvis into the strong table.

“Oh urmm,” she sighed as the man raked his hands up her and ever so slightly spread her cheeks.

For so ever a brief second the man retreated off her and before Ellie could lean up-she remembered someplace that a masseur was never supposed to take their hands off you after they started a massage-she felt the man’s his hands on her ass again.

“Just had to get more oil,” he said.

Ellie noticed his voice sounded a little bit lower. Maybe the sight of her naked undulating ass, the whisper peek of her pussy from behind, all of her moaning was getting to the guy…shit, it was all getting to her!

“Oh ho,” she squealed as the man worked his thumbs between the crack of her ass and Ellie opened up even more.

“You have one of the best asses I have ever seen” the masseur said working his thumbs up into her anus. The man’s lubricated fingers spread her puckered opening expertly as Ellie humped the table harder.

“I…I…” she said as suddenly the man climbed on the table behind her!

“Oh fuck,” Ellie moaned, unable to rise up because of the man’s weight and because…she didn’t want to.

Before she knew she felt the man’s magnificent cock slide up her wet ass then between her crack. ”Oh God God!” she screamed as the man fitted the tip of his big dick into her anus.

Ellie remembered the curve in this man’s cock but found it didn’t bother her at all.

“Your husband said you liked the way I served drinks,” the man said and suddenly that big cock was up her ass and pushing in, filling Ellie with a warmth and pressure that made her come instantly.

She rose up to look over her shoulder at the handsome smiling face of their nineteen year-old drink waiter.

War Victim

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

During the war, while visiting an obscure whorehouse on the fringe of the red light district, Doug met a young Vietnamese girl who turned tricks for $15. He got to know the bright-eyed beauty during further frequent ‘visits’, and over time he and Jay-Pang became friends. Seeing as she was very pretty and very young, Jay-Pang with the blue-black hair and perfect little pussy was a hot commodity for anyone who had the money to pay for her services, and by the time she met Doug, she was nineteen years old and had been turning tricks for over a year. Smitten, Doug promised her that some day he would get her out of ‘The Nam and take her to America.

The war soon began to turn and with Doug’s hitch coming to an end, he called in a few favors, got himself a good army lawyer and obtained a passport for Jay. In August of ’73, he slipped her out of the brothel and via Australia put the girl on a plane to San Francisco.

As the young interracial couple settled down into their new apartment, it quickly became apparent that Jay-Pang coddled an insatiable sexual appetite. Almost always naked in their apartment, the wan girl would constantly attempt to engage Doug as if she were still in the brothel back in Saigon. When visitors would stop over, and Doug could convince the girl to get dressed, she’d sit in a chair and cross her legs high on the knee or flash her ass and tits at company as much as she could. For Doug’s sake, most of his friends laughed off the girl’s attempt at attention, but for Doug Jay-Pang’s actions were unsettling.

All this sexual acting-out was simply reflex for the girl, Doug knew and he was damn well satiated with Jay-Pang’s twice-daily blowjobs as he was her riding his cock at every conceivable moment (when she wasn’t swallowing his raging seven inches) but Doug feared even his very active sexual appetites weren’t enough for his young wife.

Tom and Erica were coming over for dinner and Doug hoped that maybe they could be some help in solving Jay-Pang’s problem. As usual, Jay was in as slinky an outfit she could find, sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide when the young couple entered. Everyone sat down with a drink not paying much attention to Jay-Pang’s usual display but after several minutes of chit chat, Doug addressed the obvious.

“You guys gotta help us,” he said and laid out his plan. Another round of drinks were passed, Tom stood and with a nod from Erica-who found Doug’s idea as brazen as she did exciting-moved to the front of the couch while Jay-Pang scooted forward.

“You want Su Lin to give you suckee?” she asked. Tom, now embarrassed, just nodded his head while Jay-Pang knelt to the floor, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his semi-erect penis. Within seconds the little girl had the man’s cock in her mouth, in a minute Tom was fully hard and thrusting his head back and yet another minute later he was shuttering, Erica was wide-eyed watching her man’s little ass clench and Tom was shooting a thick how load down the Oriental girl’s throat.

The room was silent as Jay-Pang sat back a minute later, licking the dollop of come off her lower lip she hadn’t managed to swallow. Zipping up and making his way back to his chair, Tom looked over to his wife, shrugging his shoulders.

“Is she as good eating pussy,” was all Erica could managed. Jay-Pang got to her knees then and crawled over to the short woman with the olive complexion and long legs. Luckily for all Erica had worn a short mini-dress, fashionable of the times. She simple spread her taut thighs and Jay-Pang reached under the lady’s skirt, peeled down her panties and had her face up and under, her perfect little ruby lips on Erica’s wet and spread ones in second.

“Oh ho, oh,” Tom’s wife called out, Jay-Pang licked, Tom’s cock grew all over again and Doug realized not only had he found the perfect solution for his wife’s ‘problem’, but true friends in Tom and Erica.