Posts Tagged ‘pussy’

Lactation Room

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

Donna leaned forward to get a better look at the hose, in the process jiggling her milk-loaded big boobs side to side under her nightgown.

“This looks like it,” Andy said softly, standing up straight from behind her bed. “That little crack prevents the machine from making suction, which in turn, doesn’t allow the milk to be pumped from your breasts. I think you’re going to have to replace that hose.”

“Or,” the lady said, popped her right tit out and flicked at her engorged nipple. A dollop of milk released.

“It hurts a little bit, but it gets the job done, at least for now.”

“David’ll be able to fix that when he gets back,” Andy said gulping at the sudden sight of his neighbor’s bare breast.

“Yeah…” Donna sighed, then looking up at the handsome black man she asked: “Wanna give it a try? I mean, I got you outta the yard, I might as well…”

With trembling hands, Andy sat on the chair next to the pretty blonde and reached down for Donna’s exposed nipple.

“See, it’s easy.”

Of course the couple sprang into immediate arousal and as Andy flicked more drops out of Donna’s huge right tit the woman under him lean back and shaped her lips into a perfect ‘O’.

“Um, let me…” she said and Andy took his hands off Donna as the woman lifted her nightie off. Though her big milky tits had been the object of why Andy had come over in the first place, he couldn’t help but look at down at all of the woman’s perfect full body. Some women blossom in pregnancy, Donna was blooming these two months after giving birth to her son and if Andy was attracted to the woman before, he was raging hard for her now!

Donna’s pussy was a sprig of light pubic hair with a bright pink pair of lips running right down the middle. He wanted to touch it, he wanted to stare, get close, take a picture with his mind, but instead Donna said.

“Scoot up here with me and I’ll let you lick it.”

Andy knelt on the bed and had his head down into Donna’s crotch even before he got on the bed completely.

He first nosed around the outside of the girl’s lips, savoring the sweet smell, while Donna squirmed, trying in vain to get Andy to make contact with her protruding clit. He flicked his tongue at it, tease, taunted and tickled that nub of muscle, then finally, after what Donna felt had to be five minutes but wasn’t even one, Andy buried his tongue deep into her hot hole. Donna came instantly.

“Now you,” she said seconds after coming and Andy lay back. Donna wiggled down his body, undid his jeans and had his hard cock out and in her sweet little hands in seconds.

“Mmmm,” the girl said to the big erection in her hand, dipped her head and took Andy fully into her mouth.

“Oh God,” Andy moaned.

Andy’s neighbor’s woman’s mouth was a vacuum and Andy’s cock was getting the sucking of its life.

Looking down at her sweet innocent face, lips filled with his dark meat, Donna huge chest squished there at his thighs and her wide open wet crotch too far down for him to touch, Andy felt his balls clutch.

“I’m…I’m,” he panted as he fount a hot thick come blast down Donna’s throat.

“Do…Do…” Andy cried as his neighbor kept her mouth on his leaking cock and he gave her more and more and more…

She even reached down to her pussy and with two or three hard fast strokes on her clit, forced another orgasm.

A minute later Andy was wrangling his cock back into his pants.

“Now make sure you replace that hose and I think your pump will work just fine,” he said.
Donna rolled her head to face him.

“Mmmmmmm, I will, but not ’til Mark gets home. Could you check on me tomorrow?’

“Sure, what are neighbors for?” Andy asked and kissed the salty lips under him.

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The Shower

Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

Joe had been a janitor at Wickman School For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasn’t the greatest, the ‘scenery’ at the school was nothing short of spectacular. The little college-age cuties who attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance, as far as they were concerned he didn’t even exist, but that was fine with the balding thirty five year old as their indifference gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby.

Joe reasoned that the best way to see the girls was to use a hidden camera shooting directly into the shower room. It was easy drilling a hole up by the shower room ceiling, but the trick was hiding the hole and the lens of the camera. Along the ceiling in the shower was a hot air duct that was on the same wall as the janitor closet, so by drilling a hole from the closet through the duct work Joe was then able to fit a remote control camera behind the metal grid on the air duct. He set up a portable VCR and monitor in the back of his van, and with a range of 300 feet he’d park a good distance from the gymnasium and enjoy great reception. Before he would get out of his truck in the morning, he would flip on the recorder and load eight-hour tape.

The first time Joe rewound the tape to see what was on it he was almost shaking like a leaf.

The long lithe figures of totally naked teenagers casually walked into the shower. All the girls Joe spied during the day, a full compliment of various shaved, quaffed and unfettered pussies, small, medium and huge tits-every girl firm with usually hard nipples-and those asses, God those incredible asses! There was one girl named Chris he was especially fond of, she actually said high to him on regular occasions, she had a shaved pussy with thick puffy lips she’d lather extra hard with soap when none of her classmates were looking. Then there was a dark haired Italian girl named Jenny who had big perfect boobs and the tightest little vag Joe had ever seen.

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Really the parade was a little too much for the guy to bear…but bear it Joe did!

One of the best things Joe saw though, the beginning of this second week of taping, was the appearance of Miss Jameson, the volleyball coach. Joe had yet to catch a teacher in the student shower but checking the time on his counter he realized this footage was well beyond class hours and the teacher obviously considered herself alone.

Miss Jameson wasn’t a kid; she was a full-grown woman in her mid-thirties, sporting full wide hips, perfect round ass and a great pair of tits, 34c’s Joe would have guessed. But the thing about seeing this particular lady naked was that from the minute she turned on the hot needle spray to cascade down over her long dark locks, Joe saw that Miss Jameson was rolling, on tip toes moaning; she was building up a good deep steam and lather not only washing her voluptuous self but masturbating as well. Joe had often fantasized about how this particular faculty member looked naked, and now here she was not only standing under a stream of hot water rubbing and scrubbing her beautiful body, but playing with her tits ardently, closing her eyes to the water, and snaking a soapy hand down her flat belly up into herself.

“Oh Joe, Joe,” the lady cried as Joe nearly knocked the monitor over.

“Nobody notices you, but I do, Joe…oh oh!”

As this magnificent teacher snaked her entire hand up her spread cunt, Joe took out his cock and began to fist-fuck himself.

He had been noticed.

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House Guest

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

“I think you’re perverted,” Dina said to her husband Alan, “spying on our guests?”

Alan snickered while he fine-tuned the monitor receiving a live feed from the guest bedroom. Just then, Jackie, Steve’s wife, came into the picture and began removing her clothing to get ready for a shower. Alan gave out a low whistle and said: ”Wow, Dee, look at her body!”

Before Dina could answer, Steve also appeared on the screen, naked, coming up behind his wife, he cupped her ripe breasts in his hands. The couple kissed then Steve moved to the side of his wife.

“Wow,” Dina whispered, “he is big.”

“We got to get as naked as them,” Alan said and Dina fell out of her robe while her husband wrangled his shorts down over his throbbing cock and balls.

“What turns you on more, me or them?” Dina asked as she scooted her cute little ass up across their bed. “You gotta watch them while you do me?”

Alan didn’t answer, he simply dove at his wife and began to suckle her big right tit.

Both couples entwined: Alan was not even looking at Dina, simply pushing his face as deep into her powdery bosom as he could; Steve was kneeling in front of Jackie, his face up in her crotch as Jackie played with his hair and bucked into his face fucking.

“Don’t wanna watch them anymore?” Dina said as Alan licked and suckled. She managed her hand down his tight belly, grabbed his thick seven inches and pulled her man closer to her heated dewy spot as she spread her legs.

“Don’t want me to see Steve’s big cock?”

With this Alan felt such an urge to plow his wife that he thrust up, lifted his mouth from that fleshy mound of tit flesh and opened Dina’s thighs ever further.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard for that,” he said.

“As hard as Steve fucks…”

Dina cried out as her husband speared her wet pussy with his thick purple cock. He pushed all the way up her wetness with one violent push and lie his full weight atop her.

The couple trusted, pushed, clawed and came…and came as Steve and Jackie changed positions after Jackie came in Steve’s face, with Jackie now on her knees slowly licking the head of her husband’s pre-come penis.

Alan rolled off of his wife ten minuets later. He had fucked his lady for all he was worth, almost forgetting the couple on the T.V, over their heads…almost.

“Someday you’re gonna kill me,” Alan said smiling. “Really, your pussy is just too good.”

“It’s just hungry for you,” Dina said cuddling into her man’s hairy chest.

“Whadda think Steve?” Alan asked aloud. “Ya think pussy is gonna kill us?”

Dina looked up the monitor, amazed to see Steve and Jackie looking back at her and Alan. She had no idea what kind of technological advancements Alan made in their big Tudor on any given day, but she had thought his voyeurism had stopped with lipstick cameras hidden in the guest bedroom. She could have never conceived that her husband had installed a camera in her bedroom and that Steve could obviously see them now.

Dina like the idea-not that she’d admit it-but was still shocked. Looking up and seeing an equally shocked Jackie in the room beside Steve, Dina realized they had been duped by their men. ”Death by pussy,” Steve mused looking at them. “There are worse ways things, my bother.” ”There sure are,” Dina said and stood up off the bed.

“There sure are,” Jackie said and followed suit, both women leaving their men in their respective rooms.

The ladies met in the hallway seconds later, slapped high-fives and smiled. ”Switch?” Jackie asked.

“Definitely,” Dina agreed and each lady opened the door to the opposite bedroom they had just come from.

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Pierced

Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010

“You have a nice small vag” the pierce-r said and once again tickled the tiny barbell. “That should be just fine, pretty perfect and puffy for a few weeks but other then that, no problem.”

Once again Kristy felt a jolt of electricity run under her as she imagined the little piece of metal in her hood…she certainly couldn’t feel anything down there at the moment.

The tattooed girl positioned the mirror once again and Kristy looked down between her spread thighs to see the small silver barbell poking out from under her hood and her clit thick, slightly red and engorged.

It actually took two weeks, but finally the pain and swelling had subsided enough that Kristy didn’t have to use the painkillers anymore. In fact, the pain was replaced by an itch that literally drove her crazy, but thankfully after another week that subsided to. The fifth week the petite blonde began to notice a low thrumming deep up her, as if she had a vibrator stuck up in her pussy constantly on the lowest setting.

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She had heard a pussy piercing could make you more sensitive, the girl at the shop had warned her and Steve had been going on and on about it before she got the hood jewelry and now even more when he stared at it at night but refused to touch it. Kristy’s problem-not that she really thought it was a problem-was that she had always had a very powerful pussy urge. Maybe the piercing was gonna be just too much for her little vagina?

The day in work had been tough this Friday as the thrumming was at a fever pitch. Kristy figured maybe now she’d finally get some relief with Steve and literally jumped the guy when she came in to the house.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Steve said turning from his girlfriend as she straddled him on the couch. “I told you, don’t fuck with perfection, now you are even hornier then before.”

“Steve it’s been a weeks,” Kristy began kissing the man’s neck. “You can touch it now, you…”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me. Fuck me. Suck Me, Lick Me. Tease me,” Kristy wailed, stood and shuck her tights down. Her panties were soaked through and Steve smelled her heavy scent in the air and not able to take it any longer-it had been five long weeks- he dove face first into his girlfriend’s sticky crotch.

“Steve!” Kristy cried as Steve ate into her panty and she arched, wiggle and got her fingers to the front of her crotch and pulled them aside.

Revealing her bald pink lips to her man, Kristy stood up fully, placed her finger right on her clit and pulled back the hood revealing her new adornment.

“You need to lick this first, every time you want to eat my pussy,” she announced.

Steve did just that. He flicked the very tip of his strong tongue to the barbell, ticking it under and to the sides. Kristy shook slightly as the thrumming increased and she felt her lips fatten to her man’s delicate attention to her pussy.

“Now lick my lips,” she said and Steve sat under her fully, raging hard to both his girlfriend’s perfect wet slit and her ordering him.

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The attention, the obvious alteration, even the way Kristy was standing there somewhat dominant over her man, she felt the piercing in her hood was a totem signpost for all of their future pussy play. She’d be either leading Steve or he would ask, either way she was sure it would be all about her pussy for at least the foreseeable future.

There was definitely something to this pussy piercing, Kristy thought as Steve flatted his tongue into her gloppy pussy lips and she felt the barbell shutter all the way into her brain.

Close Shave

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.

“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.

“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”

“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”

“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”

All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.

“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”

Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.

“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”

Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.

“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”

Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.

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“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.

Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.

“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”

Each of the five ladies did as asked.

“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”

“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.

“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.

The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wetand pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.

“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.

Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”

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Vibration

Friday, October 29th, 2010

The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a yellow prehistoric spider. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the big earthmover like it was a family car.

Much to the chagrin of her parents, Katie stayed a ‘tomboy’ well into her high school years and when she graduated enrolled in a heavy equipment operator’s school. Six months later she had her union card and was driving machine’s like this one.

It was during her time in heavy equipment school that Katie made a most interesting discovery; the constant vibration that hummed from the motor of these big machines could induce orgasms deep in her vagina if she held her wet pussy in the right position when she worked.

Highly sexed since masturbating at 12 years old, and making it a rule not to date any of the men she worked with-though all well muscled guys usually-Katie found that this little extra inducement of her job helped her get through the days (and nights) and the more her pussy dripped while she packed, pushed, scraped and lifted the longer Katie kept at the job smiling and wet.

For the past hour, the stocky girl had been on the verge of a huge orgasm but had gotten distracted by a problem with her power steering. For this reason her pussy was still in a frenzy when she stopped her run short, jumped from the cab and right into Jerry Fitz standing at the side of the makeshift machine hut peeing. Gulping back a sigh as the man wrangled his monster cock back into his jeans, Katie attempted not to consider what a cock that size would look like when it was hard. Jerry realized he had been seen and turned in a flash, buckled up and went bright red.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the man said.

“Jerry, come on, I’ve seen cock before,” Katie said smiling and walking by him.

“Yeah, the guys have always wondered,” he said stepping to keep pace with the wide-faced cute woman.

“Right, I dress in jeans and work shirts and drive a loader,” Katie chuckled. ” I got to be a lesbian, right?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Katie stopped and turned to the little guy.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said reaching down to give Jerry a nice long tug on his crotch. “Not by a long shot.

Though she was trying to move past him, though this was all slightly embarrassing and Katie didn’t ever really have any designs on Jerry-actually she never really noticed the barrel-chested guy-her pussy was still aching and she liked the look-and now the feel-of the man’s cock.

“Follow me,” she said, broke from Jerry, ran round the machine shed and stepped inside. Looking around the small room, Katie dropped to the ground the minute Jerry entered.

“Fuck Ka…”

“Come on, get it out,” she said kicking off her dark dirty boots and wriggling down her dusty pants. “You obviously have the goods, let’s see if you know how to use them.”

Of course Jerry couldn’t get his worn muddy jeans down fast enough but when he saw Katie reveal her well-groomed tight little snatch his cock grew so much it was all the guy could do to get his pants and boxers down and kneel to the cold cement floor.

Katie felt the cold to, but in fact it felt good against her little ass as she felt her pussy pulsating with heat when Jerry lie his pumping cock against the front of her legs.

“I don’t know if it’s just this one time, okay?” she said, smiling and felt her pussy grow even hotter. “But for now…”

Jerry didn’t need any further explanation. Yes, he would have liked a little more time, a more comfortable setting, maybe get Katie completely naked-at the very least to go down on that beautiful pussy under him-but he knew he had to take what was being offered here as fast as he could.

Fucking vibration!” Katie screamed and grabbed the man’s ass into her as Jerry lie forward and began to fuck her little pussy as fast as he could.

The Voyuer

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.

It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.

Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.

The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.

As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.

The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.

Your Voyeur.

Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.

The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.

Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?

Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.

Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.

She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.

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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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The Carny

Monday, October 25th, 2010

It was always the same in every little town and hamlet that the carnival stopped in. Walt would try and hook up with some of the local talent for the four or five days they were in town. To some of these chicks, the life of a carny roustabout seemed like a glamorous way to live and Walt relied on that fact more then his quick wit, dark eyes and his big cock to score the local trim.

Running one of the skill games Walt found was his best chance to interact with the local girls. Usually a cute little filly would be with her boyfriend trying to win her a stuffed animal, and Walt could manage a few seconds giving the bored girl the eye. More often than not, a few hours later that same girl would be back at the stand, only this time alone. Walt would offer a couple of free whacks at whatever game he was running and then make a date with the impressed young woman for later that evening when he was off work.

This night the midway shut down at eleven thirty and Walt walked to his trailer, managed a quick shower, a run through his long dark hair, threw a new shirt on with equally new jeans and was out looking for the girl he had met only two hours previous.

Brenda was a typical ‘townie’, trying to act older, with her short skirt, cowboy boots and very tight blouse. He caught the blonde at the closed lemon ice stand.

“Why don’t we go to my place,” Brenda offered even before saying hello. She lean in and kissed his rough cheek beaming.

“Momma’s gone for the night.”

“Sounds good to me,” Walt replied.

A ten-minute ride in Brenda’s rickety truck and the couple were in a low one-room ranch house, well furnished and clean.

“How about a drink?” Walt asked, as he looked the place over. Brenda spun and smiled and stepped to the kitchen. Walt sat on the couch, found the remote and flicked the tube to life. Brenda came into the living room holding two beers.

“Anything on?” she asked sitting down next to the tall dark man.

Taking both bottles from the pretty girl, Walt replied: “Usual crap, town to town.”

“Let’s see if I can change that.”

Brenda reached in and kissed Walt as he just managed to place the beers on the low table before them.

He found her tongue with his; in fact the girl was on him fast, sliding over to straddle him even before he realized she was. As they kissed, Brenda began to dry hump him and before Walt could even try it, the girl placed his hands on her meaty tits.

“Wow baby,” Walt stammered, breaking free for air. As he did so Brenda reached for and lifted off her shirt. Walt faced a real high big chest in a lacy blue bra.

“Wow,” he repeated looking the young girl over.

Brenda leaned in again and began kissing him like before, unsnapping her bra in the process. Sitting back off the kiss again, Wall said: ”Reach me my beer?”

Brenda turned to do so, undulating her pussy into the man’s rough tented jeans and bouncing her tits in the process.

Walt took a sip, but didn’t swallow. He simply leaned in then, handed Brenda the beer and suckled her right nipple letting the cold beer he held in is mouth dribble down her breast.

“Urm ha,” the girl said, humping him all over again…though not halting her gulping back the beer. Walt attacked her left nipple the same way.

Brenda broke from him then, stood, finished the beer then stripped completely.

“Fucking beautiful,” Walt said to what had to he one of the best bodies he had seen on this go round.

The girl was thick but not fat; those big breasts swooping just enough over a nice firm belly, really long thick legs and a swatch of blonde pubic hair over what had to be one of the nicest little pussies the man had ever seen.

“Wanna fuck?” the girl asked, placing the empty beer on the table and her hands on her wide high hips.

Walt was out of his pants the minute he stood. Brenda knelt quick to kiss the head of his cock to life and before she knew it thick eight inches was poking her in the chin!

“My God,” the little girl moaned looking up the man. “That thing is…”

Brenda didn’t get a chance to finish. Walt picked her up, turned her and threw her on the low couch. Opening her long legs, Brenda’s eyes went wide to the cock Walt aimed at her pretty glistening vagina.

“How…how long you gonna be in town?” Brenda asked as Walt slow fit himself inside her.

“Another…three, threeeee days,” Walt managed easing in four inches, then five.

The girl was so tight he was sure he was gonna come before he even got all the way in.”Then you better make this last ’til next season,” Brenda growled as Walt plowed forward up and in.

Damn, Walt thought to himself, this carny life is tough.

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Jurrasic Jocked: Grow Your Manhood Like A Porn Star

Sunday, October 24th, 2010

If there’s one thing the average man would change about himself if he could, it would be the size of his manhood. Johnson, cock, skin-flute, easy rider, clam digger, one-eyed monster, bald avenger, middle leg, Pope John Pole 3 – no matter the name, the average length of a man’s rod is 6 inches when fully erect – hardly the size of Lexington Steele. So how can the average man look, and fuck, more like a porn star?

First off, it’s a myth that you can’t increase the size of your penis. When starting out, keep in mind that illusion is part of the process – it’s how much bigger the girl you’re fucking THINKS your penis is that counts. Fancy yourself David Blaine – after all, once you’re inside her, size doesn’t matter anymore and getting off does. So here are a few tips that will help you score, and keep your girl coming back for more.

Stay trimmed: If you don’t do this, for God’s sake get started. Trimmed public hair isn’t just for the ladies anymore, and now that the metrosexual craze is in full swing, it’s an accepted part of the male grooming ritual. If you’re hesitant, think of the advantages – trimming the hair away from the base of your cock will make it look substantially bigger and let your lady get a full view of King Dong. Really, you haven’t done anything, and you’re already bigger.

Cock rings: A cock ring can be a great way to thicken your rod – put it on when you’re hard to constrict the blood flow in your dick and you’ll start to look like a can of Pepsi. While your girl may see you slip it on – we’ve found most women don’t care, and go gaga for your girth. If you’re worried about your lady finding out, try a clear ring on for size – it will camouflage nicely.

Get your potential lay drunk: If our first two surefire cock enhancement methods fail, you can always just get your girl drunk. Beer goggles have been getting men pussy for centuries – even the short penised losers who bred to make anyone reading this article a reality! So, stay strong our poorly endowed friends – onwards and upwards (naturally)!